#but apparently I forgot to right it down on my actual docs

[gilbirda]

Reviewing old docs of mine, I saw a summary of a big prompt from a Jazz/Jason fic I had. I don't remember if it was mine or I copied from you to write later as insp (one day I'm going to post a fic, I swear) but forgot to link the post.

The thing is I didn't find it here, but I could swear I read it here.... So, here I copy of the post? (and sorry if I'm just bad searching if you already had it):

Danny is the rightful Ghost King, but since he's not of age he needs a regent who is a) his species, b) his family, and c) an adult. The only adult haftas are Vlad or this Red Hood guy from Gotham that he's never heard of. Since Vlad is not going to happen looks like it's Red Hood, now how to make the guy count as family...

Jason has had a lot of weird shit happen to him over the years but a woman tracking him down as Red Hood to propose a temporary political marriage so he can be regent of a death dimension until her brother is old enough to rule in his own name is a new one for him. Of course he accepted. The only other option was apparently a creepy uncle figure. He's read enough romance to know a forced marriage of a woman to her creepy uncle never ends well. A forced marriage of a woman to a crime lord doesn't usually end much better, but he's ignoring that for now. He's going to woo and romance his spit fire of a wife with respect, spontaneous poetry, his damn good cooking, and by not being a Darcy. And he is going to rock not just this whole regent thing, but also and more importantly the mentoring her brother and his new ward on how to rule this dimension. Competence is always attractive. He runs a tight ship in his crime empire, surely running a dimension can't be that much harder.

He actually already has a plan on how he's going to handle the whole 'The USA declared war on the dimension he's regent of' thing. It's simple really he goes to the next family dinner and causes chaos. The faces everyone will make will be glorious when he drops that he's lord regent of a dimension, the USA is at war with his dimension, and it's such a shame that no one can meet Jason's wife or ward till there is a peace treaty. Then he just needs to sit back and watch the entertainment as his siblings realize he has forever won the position of favorite child by being the first married and first to give Bruce a grandkid. Also you know the chaos of Bruce willing to wage a one man war if necessary so he can meet his grandson. Jason figures it will take at most a month for the government to cave.

And like a cherry on top he's going to get on a medical treatment plan for the pit. Everything is looking great for him.

Bestie don't worry I found it for you!

It's a submission to my blog!

Also... this is VERY embarrassing for me to admit but, I still have an ask from you with a fic idea and it's been gathering dust in my inbox.

I'm so sorry.

I'll post it and all the different fic ideas people has sent me. They need to be free and I thought I could add something but honestly I haven't been so hot for a long minute.

I'll try to be better about my inbox!

[girl4music]

SPOILERS FOR ‘WYNONNA EARP: VENGEANCE’.

Doc’s Death. It is indeed a CHOICE to kill Doc off.

BUT … I felt it was the right choice for his own character development to endgame in death after having dodged death so many times already. I felt it made sense. Did I expect it? Certainly not. But I got it.

However, whether it should have happened in the special is debatable for me. It could have just easily have happened in 4x11… because apparently vampires in this Universe are just as fragile as the humans are… unless Emily had just forgotten Mercedes was one. 🤷‍♀️

But then I think about what that would have even accomplished for him to die then as opposed to what it did for him to die in the special. No heroic ending. At the very least you can say Doc died for the purpose of keeping his family safe. It’s just the same as Wynonna would have done - actually attempted to do too - until Nicole narced on her and her and Waverly went to get her back. Saving the hero every now and then is fine and something you would expect they would do if the heroes team love their hero. It’s something they would have of course done for Doc too if Doc had told them.

He didn’t because he believed it was his time and he had all the agency of where, when and how he’d die. And deaths for major characters like that are always fine for me on account of the fact that I understand it because I’d do the very same for my loved ones too.

We all would if we’re any kind of decent people.

But all the character storytelling aside - was it a choice made to shock and shake all in the purpose and effort to get more content to come out of it?

Yes, it was. That’s unfortunate but that’s the business. We can sit here and say “it’s better if they just left it alone” but we knew pretty much from the beginning that this continuation of WEARP was an opportunity to reboot it and we know they all wouldn’t have signed on to do it if that wasn’t a possibility for them. More work, more payment. It’s not shocking by any means.

And I mean if anything - the only one who didn’t do it for that was Tim. But then again - it’s supernatural/fantasy. You can bring characters back if you so wish and I wouldn’t be surprised if this was a pitched story later down the line in Emily’s mind. I hope not though because - as I said - I don’t want to undermine his death and the power of the action he made in dying.

So I see Doc’s death both ways.

The in-show way and the out-of-show way.

My personal opinion however remains the same either way. I believe it was the right choice overall for the character and the right choice overall for the creator.

I acknowledge it’s upsetting and even disappointing.

But ultimately - I don’t agree. I’ll just leave it at that.

I’ve said this before but WEARP has never treated its male characters very well. It has always shafted them.

It’s a feminine show. Should we expect any different? The counterpoint in the storytelling will always go to the female characters because they’re the heroes in it.

At the least - just like Dolls - I’m glad Doc died as one. I didn’t expect it. I didn’t want it. But I’m fine with it.

There’s been many times where characters I love in TV art/entertainment have died. All I really care about at the end of the day is whether I think it makes sense and it’s the right choice overall to kill off a character. Do I like the fact that it’s done so the creator can continue their IP on? Not really. But I’m not shocked that the business is put first. I’d only do the very same as a creator that has the rare opportunity to do and get more out of their creation. So I understand Emily.

However, I do really have to apologize for my earlier behaviour because it was out of line and when I had calmed down and read those posts back - I realized that in my urge and insistence to defend the creators/cast/crew I just forgot that everyone has a right to an opinion no matter how much in disagreement I am on it and that that’s obviously the point when you release content. The audience always makes the judgement.

It just happens to be that MY judgement is positive but there has been many times when engaging with TV art/entertainment when it hasn’t been and I would have never have expected to be treated in that way.

Once again - I’m sorry. I need to “park my temper” for a spell as Doc would say. I’m going to miss him… a lot. But I do believe Doc has “made his peace” and I also believe that we should respect the choice he made so - at the very least - I ask,... Please don’t resurrect him.

There were other choices made in this special that are still odd ones but far less controversial ones I am not even in the slightest in agreement with. Oh well… ✌️

[royallygray]

pssst. Knocking on the door to your inbox

It’s so totally okay if you have no intentions of finishing it or forgot or got distracted or aren’t interested anymore, but quite a while ago you mentioned a Joel x Joel fanfic (according to your pinned post, it’s apparently the reason we became mutuals, which is wild /pos)

I’d be really curious to read it if you did end up writing it! Did anything come of that? Is there a snippet you could share? No pressure at all though :)

Oh my god I have forgotten about it. periodically I do scroll through my drafts and come across it.

The Google doc is called "I am a heathen"

it's not finished. THEY DONT EVEN KISS?? I'm mad I might have to continue it but this. Joel and joel have got some sexual tension going

-- -- * -- --

Joel polished the counter of his bar with his washcloth. Business was slow tonight. It was a Tuesday. Tuesdays never particularly brought good things.

Business was actually more than slow, Joel mused. No one was here. Except for him. He sat down on the stool behind the counter and sighed, resting his head on the counter. It was rather boring, the same five quiet songs playing on repeat.

Maybe he should get a drink. Maybe…

His eyes flicked towards the refrigerator. No. There wasn’t anyone to duel. Not tonight, at least. Gem should be asleep, but knowing the Hermits, only Bdubs and Skizz were asleep at this hour. Joel knew that Grian and Mumbo had chronic insomnia and tended to stare at the ceiling in an attempt to fall asleep, but to no avail.

Leftover remnants from Season 8, Joel supposed.

The counter was very comfortable. Maybe he could just…

The bells on the door rang. Joel jolted up, blinking the sleep from his eyes. “Welcome!” he told the customer, continuing to blink rapidly to get used to the lights in his vision. “What can I get for you, dear customer?”

“I’ll get a drink,” the customer said.

Joel nodded. “On it.”

Joel made a drink, mixing together ingredients. He made his own favorite drink, because what else would he make, when someone so stupid didn’t even give him a specification on what they wanted?

Joel turned around, presenting the drink to the customer, and was mildly surprised to see his own face looking back at him. “Ah. Hello, Joel. Nice to see you here,” he said, setting the drink down on the counter.

Joel smiled at Joel. “I must say, it is hard to keep away from the best bar in town,” Joel said, grinning at Joel.

Joel shrugged. “It’s honest work. We use local recipes.” He took a glass from below the counter and started polishing the cup. “Do you need anything else? We have other drinks, we have crackers, we have chicken tenders—”

Joel raised his eyebrows. “Where did you get chicken tenders?”

Joel shrugged. “The land of magic. The chicken died. I chopped it up. Chicken tenders.”

Joel narrowed his eyes. “Impossible.”

Joel grinned, showing his teeth as he leaned intentionally against the counter. “Definitely possible.”

Joel rolled his eyes, folding his arms over his chest. “Sure. Have you heard the news?” he asked, leaning in towards Joel.

Joel couldn’t help but lean in too. The tone of Joel’s voice was captivating. “No, I haven’t. I’ve been blummin’ stuck in this bar the entire day. There hasn’t been any interesting gossip.”

Joel took a sip of Joel’s drink, and damn, that was good. Oh yeah, he made it. Damn, he was a good bartender.

“Did you hear that Subscribe Button Joel started dating Bad Boy Joel?” Joel asked lowly.

Joel spat out his drink on Joel’s face. Joel made a face, wiping the drink off with a disgusted look. “WHAT?”

Joel nodded, still looking very disgruntled at the fact that Joel had just spat his own drink all over his face. And his shirt. Joel must admit, it was a nice shirt. Of course, he was wearing the same one right now, and his was better.

“Yeah. Jeremy walked in on them sleeping.” Joel waggled his eyebrows. Ah. So not sleeping. “Sleeping”, as they put it.

“Feel bad for Jeremy,” Joel muttered. “That must’ve been bad.”

“Yeah,” Joel said. He looked down at his shirt. “Why’d you have to ruin my shirt? This is my favorite shirt, Joel.”

Joel shrugged. “I mean. It was pretty ugly.”

Joel gave him a look. “Joel. Joel Smallishbeans. We have the same shirt. We’re currently wearing the same shirt. Do not diss my shirt when we have the same shirt.”

Joel shrugged, looking at Joel’s shirt where it was ruined by the drink. “I mean. Mine is better, y’know?”

Joel stared at Joel, fire in his eyes. Joel smirked arrogantly back at him.

Joel stood up. “Joel. My shirt was good, until you spat my drink all over it!”

Joel shrugged, looking up and down Joel’s shirt. “I mean, there’s a loose button there, and who knows what you’re hiding under the corset. Mine is better. Mine has always been better.”

“No it hasn’t,” Joel scoffed, stepping closer to the counter. “Look at your collar. It’s wrinkled. Have you seen mine? It’s perfectly pressed.” He went there. He went for the wrinkled collar? Who does he think Joel is? How much time does he think Joel had on his hands? Well, actually—

Joel spends a lot of his time in the bar rewatching the Barbie movie. He appreciates the cultural themes. He also watches Harry Potter, and he can feel a familiar presence near him quoting all the lines nearly perfectly along with the movies.

-- -- * -- --

that's the end they should've kissed I'm really upset but this is from June 9th so. almost an entire half a year old.

anyways. happy December :D

[samthecookielord]

(Intro) - (Previous)

Radar: It- It wasn’t the potion! I think some of the glass hit me when it shattered. That was the part that hurt. Olivia: That never happens to any of us. Radar: Guess I just got unlucky. Olivia raises an eyebrow.

Radar: So what if it hurt, it’s not like I’m a zombie or anything. That would be crazy! Ivor: Well, none of us said “zombie”. Why are you bringing it up? Radar: Because I’m not! Easy misconception! Ivor: Is it, now? Radar: Uh-huh!

Ivor narrows his eyes at you.

Radar: I totally forgot to mention, I’m actually allergic to potions!  Lukas: …How? Radar: It’s, um, the nether wart! I’m allergic to nether wart! And you have to have that in every potion, right?  Petra: You didn’t seem to have much of a problem with it when Ivor ambushed us in the Underneath. Radar: Huh? Petra: The slowness potion. I didn’t see any reaction then. Radar: That’s because you were too slow to notice it! Petra: …Kay.

Petra looks concerned.

Radar opens his mouth to say something else, but instead he stands there awkwardly sweating.

Everyone just stares at Radar before moving on.

You’re unable to go back the way you came, so the only way out is through. You enter the cave, which quickly becomes dark. The torches only last so long, and there are plenty of mobs (that still ignore you. Yep, real good at this being normal thing).

After walking for a while in what should theoretically be pitch dark, you realize. You can still see. Why can you still make out objects when there aren't any apparent nearby sources of light???- oh right you died. Okay! What a fun time to discover a new facet of your strange new existence! Fun! This is great and this is fun! Okay! You look at the others, who are clearly struggling to feel their way around the dark. Well, at least you can freak out a little bit without them noticing!

As you're looking around, you spot a tunnel leading upward, which is probably good. You call out to the others and start heading towards it.

Lukas: You- you can see a way out? Radar: Uh, yeah, I think so. Lukas: But- Petra: Alright let's move first I don't wanna get jumpscared by Ivor for the tenth time in this dump. Ivor: Ah yes, because it's oh so scary when I can't see anything! Axel: AH- oh it's Ivor. Ivor: It seems I can never truly escape my ninja past... Radar: Okay yeah moving on.

Once out of the cave, the others congratulate you for finding the way out! You all stop for a quick break, and you wander off to some trees for some shade and also get mildly spooked by a creeper that, as usual, doesn't react to you. You think about maybe warning the group that there's a creeper, but luckily for them it wanders away back into the trees. Though, glancing at the group... they seem to be giving you a couple weird glances. Well, fair enough, considering how extra weird you've been lately. And then, they approach you.

--Before you can do anything, they ask if you're ready to keep following the trail.

Oh. Huh, okay.

You nod. Still a little tense, you're waiting for someone to say something. Are they waiting for a good moment? Are they waiting for the sun to come down? What's the hold up? You were so sure they finally figured it out...

But nobody ever asked about it. In fact, none of the others ever comment on your vaguely-zombie-like properties anymore. It's... sort of relieving? Ivor accidentally splashes you with a damage potion, which actually works in your favour! When camping for the night, the others seek out a covered area.

...Maybe you could get used to this.

You reach the Farlands.

...

And NOW that's EVERYTHING from the doc. Hope you enjoyed!

(View the beast for yourself in all its unfinished glory)

[bobtheacorn]

2024 Writing Roundup

tagged by @goodlucktai !

Words Posted:

round abouts 25k! i actually worked on AND published more than i did last year! so that's kind of exciting! 2023 was..... ROUGH buddy! 2024 was kinder 😊💜

Additional Words Written:

*gestures vaguely* at least twice that. probably

Fandoms:

Digimon

Rise of the TMNT

Usagi Yojimbo

Sonic the Hedgehog 

Highest kudos + Highest Hit One-Shot:

warmly in the dark taking the W for both!! by like, a LOT lmao not Technically a one-shot but idc

New Things I Tried:

I don't know that i was particularly adventurous this year, at least writing wise. I wrote the same sort of fics for the same sort of characters that i'm always obsessed with lmao Apart from starting (or at least working on) some ambitious (lengthy) projects, I stayed pretty much firmly in my wheel house. But i did spend genuinely most of the year prepping for and then actively moving to a new state so. That's a new thing!

Fic I Spent The Most Time On:

GOD the fic i spent THE MOST TIME ON was that. Goddamn. Leosagi fic…. that still isn't done. When I started splitting it into multiple docs and then into multiple folders to even keep the timeline straight, when I started actively feeling like this guy

any time i worked on it - i set it down lmao. Girl it's not that deep. You are thinking too hard abt all of this. It is a silly self indulgent fanfic you are writing FOR FUN it do not need to be so goddamn pedantic. Sometimes u just gotta let stuff cook a lil longer in your brain before u try and get 'em out and that's fine

Fic I Spent The Least Time On:

meager and infinite, bro the way i sat down and wrote that straight out in like an hour. actually insane to me lmao I'm surprised that i managed to do that with a couple of fics this year, where when i actually had the TIME to just sit and write, i cruised 'em out in just a couple of days! So that's been nice! 💜

Favourite Thing I Wrote:

Soft spot in my heart for pop. I got really nostalgic abt digimon (like I do every 5-10 years lmao) and there was actually a lot of new stuff that came out right around the time my brother and I rewatched it (or stuff had already come out that we got to catch up on)! I feel like Tai got waaayyyy to much attention in Adventure 2020 but damn if he don't live in my mind rent free. my fav guy.

Favourite Thing(s) I Read:

I have so many ao3 subscription emails that i haven't even opened 💀

I know i read You should TOTALLY kill that guy, my liege by waywardwitchcat at least five times bc it's so funny and insane i'm for real obsessed w it aslkdjaslk it just GIVES! it gives Everything so casually, the comfort kinkfic of all time lmao

also (not fanfic related but) I listened to the audiobook for This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone and oh my god Oh my GODDDD if you haven't read it, do it; if you can listen to the audiobook, specifically, DO IT.

Writing Goals for 2025:

Think I wanna try and hit at least 200/400 words a day. I want to buckle down on FINISHING STUFF, and i want to actively try to set aside Actual Time to Write.

New Works:

Pop sequel, project Aster, the "apparently witches hold grudges" series, and oh my GOD the Mariko fic I wrote 5k for and then FORGOT EXISTED until i was just now browsing through my folders 💀💀💀 the brain fog is REAL. anyway, those are where im gonna be putting the brunt of my efforts unless something hits me sideways!

Tagging: @plothooksinc @radishhqueen @sroloc--elbisivni @crows-murder if yall wanna 💜

[lyxvija]

Part II of III Oneshot for 🪐

Okay... I may have forgotten that this was actually really sad. Whoops. It MAY have gotten longer than expected, too... So yeah. Sorry bout that. There is no fluff.... :´)

I gotta warn you... or anyone who read part one:

Tags: cheating, possible break-up and ANGST

(I sometimes forget that my stories tend to be rather dark and filled with Angst. I swear I forgot it was angsty! SO read with caution. : D)

ALSO: If I would proofread that, I´d waste so much time I would rather use for the other Mammon fics in AO3, so you get what Google Docs checked for errors.

PS: OH F---- I saw I cut the One shot off at the "softest" part. (Maybe I drama-lama too much, but part one is tamer)

ANYWAY: Here it is! PART 2

"Yeah! Go home!! Like I need you here! You are nothing without me!! Don't even think you´d find anybody better than me!"

Mammon´s booming voice followed you all the way out. Back in your home you broke down as soon as you closed the door. Never had he screamed at you like this, talked like that to you, insult you like this! Why?!

The voices of your friends telling you Mammon was a toxic ignorant ticking time bomb now all flooded your mind. You were too hurt to even think about calling anybody. The last thing you needed was to hear “I told you so!”

For the rest of the day you curled into your blanket in bed, watched comfort movies and fell asleep with a bag of chips in your hand.

…………………………

The next day you felt miserable. Miserably was an understatement, you felt like trash. No, you did not feel better. Your confidence to face Mammon was zero. In fact, you didn't even want to see him. Maybe you could manage to avoid him for the whole day. The mere thought that he would go on like always, not even miss you, not even think about you made your heart ache.

How you wished that he would come and fetch you, say sorry to you, hug you tight and promise this was a one time thing… but deep down you knew this was just a stupid fantasy.

Work had gone by without any troubles. Mammon was nowhere to be seen, though you heard he will be in the office later. The twins made a remark, asking if there's trouble in paradise. You snapped at them and hushed away, instantly hating yourself for secretly following Mammon's order and to avoid them.

Somewhere around noon a coworker had given you a whole stack of papers, telling you to bring them up to Mammon´s office. You tried to protest, but they were already off. You cursed under your breath and dragged yourself up to his grand office, hoping he´d be away or too busy, so you can just put them somewhere in plain sight.

In front of the massive golden double doors you halted. After a deep breath you quietly knocked on the door. No answer.

You stepped inside and just before you could place the sheets on a nearby cupboard, you heard shuffling from somewhere around the room. You assumed the office was empty after you didn't see him in his chair, but apparently he was around the corner on his sofa, where he sometimes took a nap.

Not wanting to alert him of your presence, you tiptoed back to the exit, but then you heard another sound. Something akin to a groan. When you noticed more loud noises like shuffling, you noticed something was off.

Without thinking, you rounded the corner to investigate.

However what you saw was not what you had expected. Your eyes widened in disbelief. It was as if the air was knocked straight out of your lungs.

Instead of your boyfriend sleeping on the couch, you were faced with something else.

Right in front of you, layed Mammon half naked. Pants halfway down, brown locks between his thighs. His fingers dug into the scalp, as he moaned.

The world was spinning around you. You clasped your hands around your mouth.

Mammons eyes opened slightly, lost in pleasure, when suddenly-

“FACK!” He jolted upright. The shark between his legs letting go of his erected member to look behind.

Tears started to stream down your face, as your heart just shattered in a thousand pieces. Mammon didn't do anything but look at you in shock at getting caught red handed. WIthout wasting another second in this horrid scenario, you took off and dashed out of the office. Away from the two double doors, away from the offices below, away from the facility and away from him.You didn't even hold back. You simply couldn't. Bursting through the crowd, your coworkers and other employees, you screamed and cried.

When you reached home, your heart felt like it was on the verge of breaking. Sliding down the door you had trouble breathing. Everything spun. Your throat hurt as you wailed in pain. The buzzing of your phone made you jolt. When you saw who called you, you threw your phone against the wall. Then you crawled into the dark bathroom, hiding in a corner, hoping…wishing this was all a bad dream.

After what felt like hours, your mental breakdown had died down. On shaky legs you stepped back outside of the dark place granting you cover and comfort. Your phone´s screen lit up. You picked it up and saw five calls and twenty three new messages.

It was him. Some texts and audios. If you thought seeing him like this wasn't like a punch in the guts, the messages truly were. Each one another slap, punishing you for your naivety and ignorance.

“SO WHAT?? CAN´T HAVE SOME FUN ONLY BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T AROUND????????

BITCH YOU DON'T OWN ME

I CAN DO WHAT I WANT DO YOU REALLY THINK I NEED YOU?????

🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 👌 👌 👌 👌 👌”

The tears were back in an instant. Your legs failed to support you. In horror you listened to the audios. Mammon switched between screaming, cussing at you and laughing. Repeatedly mentioning how he didnt need you and who you think you were for owning him. His laughter was hysterical and cut so deep you didn't know was possible.

Every moment, every passionate night, every tender and living embrace.

It was all a lie. What were you thinking?? What? That YOU really were something special for him? How foolish and naive can someone be?? To think he would really have fallen for you. You refused to play his game so he kicked you out of it. The time he needed to find a substitute for you was another kick in the teeth.

You couldn't breathe and you couldn't think. You threw up and tried to regain your breath.

Dialing a friend's number, you broke down again when you told them everything. In an instant he drove to your place and held you in his arms as you cried and sobbed into their chest. When he said this wasn't your fault, you knew it was a lie. How did you not see the warning signs? Where did you miss them?? You had really thought that this: A relationship with the Sin of Greed, Mammon for fucks sake, could work out?

Needless to say, you didnt attend work after that. You just couldn't. Mammon made sure to send you some dismissive and hurtful texts the day after, then suddenly he stopped. Nobody called you nor stopped by. You knew if he really wanted he could have simply teleported to your place, but now you knew he never would. If you had been worth it, he would have teleported to you after the big fight… but he didn't. How come after the harsh drop into reality, you still hoped he would come back… that he would call? You knew it was idiotic, but you couldn't help thinking about a scenario where things have been different for the two of you…but maybe there never was an us to begin with. Wishful thinking.

Without a job and weeks of fighting with yourself to get out of bed, your friend decided that it was best to have you live with him. One day, he was just there, snatched you, and dragged you to his apartment. You didn't even complain. Your situation felt way less worse after you moved in. One day, when you whined about that, he didn't even message you again. Since he probably has forgotten you already, your friend said they had blocked his number on your phone and in socials. To your surprise, you didn't even bother. It was true… it was the best for you…after all, if he really would have cared for you, he would have shown up, and after all the horrible things he sent, you had your answer….

[danganronpa96]

do you have any unused executions for characters?

While they’re technically not “unused”, I did write down “what-if” type executions for some characters in DR69. I had a doc but I deleted it for some reason, so I can only share what I can remember (warning for themes of suicide for the first one):

Ayano: This takes inspiration from that ‘driving your rivals to murder’ video. Ayano is tied to a chair, and each of the rivals start to torture her in some way. It starts off mild at first, but then it gets worse and worse the more that join in with harsher weapons. When she’s barely conscious, she notices someone there: it’s senpai. They stare at her in full disgust, and begin to walk away. Heart-broken, Ayano attempts to stand up and call for them. Somehow, she’s able to stand up despite being tied before. However, as soon as she does, the floor from underneath crumbles, and a noose she hadn’t realised had been tied to her keeps her in place. She eventually stops moving, and it would pan out from behind similar to how she could drive a person to suicide (i.e. her motive secret).

Nagito: Despite him having an official unused execution, I wanted to make my own one for him more tied to his character. It starts off with Nagito sat in a plane. As the first stroke of bad luck, the Monokuma pilot “accidentally” causes the plane to start to plummet. In good luck, Nagito manages to find the only parachute on the plane and jumps out of the emergency door. However, as his final stroke of bad luck, when he activates it, utensils comically fly out of it. He then plummets to the ground. (I forgot if I added more to this, this is just the main parts I could remember)

The Conductor: Basically, he’s forced to go through the ‘Train Rush’ level himself, kind of like a self-reflection of making other people perform dangerous acts for his movies. However, it’s a lot deadlier than before, and at each turn, director Monokuma keeps making it tougher to get to the front of the train, booing and chastising him for getting caught in traps. When the Conductor finally makes it to the front carriage and presses the button (that’s supposed to call off the explosives), it stops the timer, only for it to then immediately drain down to zero and blowing up the train preemptively.

I apparently made ones for Luigi and Miku too (as in a more killer-type execution for Miku tied to her talent n’ stuff if she was a killer), but I don’t seem to remember them which kinda sucks

I will say that I originally planned for Mario’s execution to involve Monokuma actually controlling him with a game controller, but I guess I scrapped it because I couldn’t be asked to draw something more elaborate for my first ever execution lol

As for DR96, I don’t think I can share anything right now as the story isn’t over yet. But I can when I’m able to!

[illegalmushrooms]

shrooooms, the kids miss uu where art thou 😭

... hey!

(incoming yap session, beware)

This is a little awkward. I haven't touched my Tumblr in like, apparently three years. There's some questions in my inbox, but they're so old it feels a bit strange to answer them now, right? 😭

Anyway. It's nice to see you! Whoever you may be! (Are the kids OK?)

Last week, for god knows what reason, I re-donned my mushroom hat (humor me for a moment and imagine a Mario Toad-style monstrosity) and published a new (old) chapter of Don't Leave! (y'all remember that? Does anyone reading this right now remember or know who I am??).

Laying off the parentheses now--I explained in the chapter a bit of the future of the story and what was happening with me. Oh my gosh, is that a conveniently-placed link to the chapter down below?

As I mentioned somewhere in that conveniently-placed link, I'm mostly fine, and there's nothing else I have written for Don't Leave! so far.

Well...

Okay, so that's a complete and utter lie. I do have something written. But I'm afraid it's not very useful.

I actually wrote... a complete, very dramatic ending to the story. It's an interesting ending, to say the least, but of course, the story is nowhere near that point. I'd have to write another thirty-forty-who knows more chapters or something to even reach this supposed ending, and by then I might not even like the idea I have there.

I guess that's not relevant. I suppose the point I'm trying to make is that I never, ever, forgot about Don't Leave! I've thought about it a lot, even when I haven't been writing a single word. I've been reading every comment and message I received across the different platforms, and you know, smiling stupidly at my phone every time. I've totally missed the world of fanfiction! I've missed Bella, the ridiculous character I conjured up within the depths of pandemic-era isolation! I've missed sitting down at my laptop and tap-tapping away and sinking into this wonderful world Togashi made!

So here's what I'm going to say about the story. (This post just gets longer and longer, doesn't it? Sorry!)

As of right now, there is no next chapter.

I can't say when there might be a next chapter.

I can say that maybe, life-permitting, I'll post something in the fall, if I can squeeze in some time to rewatch HxH. I've just... forgotten a lot of the go story's intricacies that an author has to keep in mind to write a comprehensible fic.

That's what I have to say about Don't Leave! .

(and, to anyone who might be thinking of those other fics I wrote, which I highly doubt anyone is... I actually have a few chapters of them simmering in my docs somewhere. But I'm a bit embarrassed about it, so let's consider them dead for the moment, alright?)

Now that I've cleared that up, and some of my conscience along with it, I suppose I'll drop in a tiny life update for any curious souls. I've never disclosed much about myself and I'd like to consider myself awful cool and mysterious, but can I speed run certain vague life events from my past three years?

I... survived a car crash, travelled to new countries and places, moved, wrote a ton (fanfic and general fiction, all of it kind of ass), survived a fire, worked and toiled to the capitalist machine, had a couple mental breakdowns, conquered the mental health, lost it again, conquered again...

...and so on...

What's next for me?

I am hesitant of publishing anything else at the moment. I have a lot of fics I'd written just sitting in my files; everything from miscellaneous anime stuff to Harry Potter to this one reallllly odd story about isekai-ing into Minecraft, of all things. (I actually kind of like that one. Don't know if there's an audience for that kind of thing, though). My writing has absolutely improved since those admittedly rough early chapters of DL (I am ASTOUNDED it ever gained the little audience that it did) but there's still an anxiety I have about sharing my work. Silly, yes, but that's that.

For right now, I have the new DL chapter, I have this long-ass update post, and I have my genuine appreciation.

Much love to anyone who might still care. <3

Until next time?

Illegal Mushrooms

[littlestsnicket]

ahh! forgot to do an update yesterday! 2/2 tasks complete last week, only making 1 extremely vague commitment this week because nona! and rennfaire! and i really need to sit down and write the vote fwd letters

some notes under the cut

last week i ended up adding a whole bunch to what is titled “corset fic (oops)” and i moved the file from g-docs to ellipsus so that’s been a fun experiment. going to mess around some more with the draft and merge functionality this week.

so apparently i am going to actually finish and publish kink fic? is this really kink fic? probably… all good kink fic (imo) has character exploration. also a reminder that it’s a lot easier to write sex when you’re not in your own head about evoking but not mimicking someone else’s writing style. but there’s not that much left… just a few beta notes and one bracket that just says ‘more sex’—which could mean anything in terms of writing effort—and soymimikiu may have distracted me with a research question, but i’m quite happy with what i’ve written and i think i’ll get this done relatively quickly. i’ve been meaning to write fic like this since the one moment in the books where anna henrietta is digging her fingers into dandelion’s arm and stroking him like a pet. yeah… that is a dynamic that does things to me.

more than halfway through nona and it’s eating my brain. i had a realization about the key ‘mystery’ of the book and i can’t decide if i hope i’m right or not. i don’t usually like… engage with stories in a way that i’m trying to work out what the plot twist is but the locked tomb books are so complicated i kind of have to to make sure i am paying enough attention to understand what is happening. these books are insane and brilliant and the way they are crafted… ugh (affectionate).

[geekdorknerdfangirlblogger]

So I finally sat down and watched the Teen Wolf movie, but it's been out long enough that I feel like it's okay to talk about, but just in case... 🚫*spoilers ahead*🚫

WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK WAS THIS?!?!

1st complaint: literally every single romantic relationship for Malia has felt incredibly forced, even in the show, but none more than whatever the hell she and Parrish had! I might except some arguments for Stalia, but I always knew Stydia would be endgame...

Speaking of Stydia... let's talk about my 2nd complaint which is that trash throw away ✨️reason for Lydia leaving Stiles✨️ "idea" are you- are you really telling me, the girl that was able to convince a whole group of people and HIS FATHER that Stiles even existed after everyone forgot him and was able to bring him back into existence would just... leave him after a DREAM?!?! She fought against everyone telling her she was crazy for remembering someone who supposedly never existed, but she wouldn't fight for a reason to stay with the love of her life??? Cause that's not the Lydia I remember! She was stubborn, brave, and most of all she believed in her ideas cause she knew how smart she was! This just seemed like the "must use woman's pain to further plot" trope. On top of having a reason for Stiles not to be there since Dylan couldn't be in the movie.

3rd complaint: did none of the relationships the show workout or something? Like... why did Scott AND Argent not want Melissa to know they were in town? Argent and Melissa were so cute! She helped him heal and move on, he actually liked and let her be the strong independent woman she always was. I don't particularly care that Allison came back, I wasn't crazy about how they handled it, but whatever. I think Allison would've been happy to see her dad happy again after how he was after her mom died and then eventually her... instead of lonely and grieving his life away.

But no, Melissa and Argent gone.

But also Stydia... gone.

Scalia... gone.

And from what little I gathered Ethan and Jackson are... something. But Jackson is apparently comfortable just being gone and lying to him about why.

Speaking of being gone... onto my 4th complaint! ALL OF PETER HALE'S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT WAS JUST GONE!!! Like they had me in his first scene with the blow torch, that was just regular old sassy Peter, but then he was just all Gung-ho for killing Allison and right back to his revenge filled ways. He was so protective and ready to finally be a dad for Malia at the end of the show, granted he still had a long way to go, but he was finally fighting with the pack and mending his relationship with Derek. When Scott is monologuing at the end of the final episode he says "Now we have allies who used to be enemies. We have protectors." And it cuts to a clip OF PETER FREAKING HALE!!!!! Like I wasn't expecting perfection, Peter was always a bit of a d*ck, but for all of his progress to just be gone was heartbreaking. Only redeeming part was the cigar and blowtorch bit because it had so much Doc Ock 2004 vibes.

And finally Derek... I just- I can't... I know it's cliche and cringey to say, but this movie is not canon for me. Because if it was, that means I would have to admit all the garbage I just watched was real. And I will not accept that. Most of all Derek's fate... Just no.

Anyway... I could continue, but I would be going on forever with complaints. The way I see it is, I still love the show and I will still watch it. This movie doesn't exist and the characters are all still out there together living their best lives as they should be.

The End.

[knickynoo]

Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s02ep01 “Mac the Black” Review and Commentary

Previous episodes linked here.

In this episode: Marty is a liar, liar, pants on fire, Doc and Clara seriously need to work on keeping the DeLorean locked up, and I am nearly broken by the funniest scene this goofy cartoon has ever done.

Took about a month off from doing these reviews, but I'm back and ready to tackle season 2. I still don't know if Tumblr fixed the issue with the photo and gifsets getting messed up (and won't until I post this), so if the images are getting stacked again, it isn't my fault.

Let's jump right in.

Doc's season 2 opening broadcast begins on a deserted island, on which Doc has become stranded while attempting to sail to Jamaica.

He was trying to follow the same route a pirate did in the 1600s—using only his sail and the wind to guide him. It did not go well. Doc lets us know that he forgot to bring along a compass. What a goofball.

His predicament reminds him of something, and he says, "You know, at one time, my son Verne wanted to be a pirate. Well, actually, what he really wanted was an earring. Or was it a tattoo? This one's a bit complicated, so I'll let Marty explain it." This then brings us right into the cartoon, where Marty takes over telling the story.

Hope you get off that island, Doc!

As we head into the cartoon portion of the episode, Marty tells us that the whole thing started when he lied to Jennifer about a concert. *sigh* If anyone was hoping that Season 2 Marty would be better than Season 1 Marty, I regret to inform you that we're not off to a great start. You see, Marty was supposed to get tickets for himself and Jen for the "Walk DMC" concert (ha! clever), but he didn't. In fact, we learn that Jennifer had asked him two months prior to get the tickets, but he forgot. So far, this is typical Marty behavior. He tries to smooth-talk a guy who works at the concert venue and explain his sad story. Because apparently, it wasn't just that he said he'd get the tickets. He told Jennifer he was "a friend of a friend of the drummer" and they could get front-row seats. He also told her they could join the band's after-show party and have pizza with them.

You lie?? You tell MULTIPLE LIES to Jennifer?? Jail for Marty.

The worker responds by tying a nearby garden hose to the railing to craft a large slingshot to put Marty in and catapult him away. And you know what? Good for him.

After flying through an alleyway and crashing into several garbage cans, Marty lands in front of Jen wearing a look of shame on his face and a banana peel on his head.

So sad. Poor little garbage-covered banana-head boy. Maybe don't tell lies; ever think about that?

Jennifer asks why Marty couldn't just remember to buy the tickets in the first place. Instead of owning up to his forgetfulness, Marty doubles down and lies even more, trying to convince Jen that the whole band got sick and had to go home. She is not happy with him. The jock from last season who Jen was tutoring (Kelp) comes by then and asks her if she's doing anything tonight. "Yes, I'm saying goodbye to Marty McFibber," Jen replies as she hops into Kelp's car.

Wonderful. 10/10 reponse, Jennifer.

We leave Marty running after the car as the scene transitions to Doc's house, where he's working on a machine that will help them all with the tedious process of canning all the tomatoes from their garden. As expected, it malfunctions immediately. Doc gets sucked into the machine, and IT CANS HIM.

I need you all to understand how long I laughed at this scene.

Please. I—

That is a whole entire man in that little glass jar. Look at him!! He is just sitting on the counter inside a container! Doc can be easily stored in a cupboard now!! Even though the quality is terrible, you can see the distress on his face. This machine seriously just sucked him up and smooshed his 6'1" frame into a jar!!

The series should have ended right then and there, with this being the last scene because I don't think there's anything that can possibly come close to this in terms of cartoony humor. It can only be downhill from here. I had actual tears in my eyes while trying to grab these screenshots.

After freeing himself from the jar, Doc discovers that the problem was due to a washer being missing from the machine. He soon finds it when Verne wanders in showing off his cool new earring (made using the washer and a piece of bubble gum).

Verne explains that he wants an earring so that the cool kids will stop teasing him for always wearing his coonskin cap. Clara and Doc forbid him from piercing his ears, and Verne stalks off angrily. He puts on the TV and starts watching a pirate movie, which gives him the idea that he'd be able to get an earring if he was a pirate. Uh oh.

Verne sneaks out of the house to steal the time machine, which he does a lot, by the way. You'd think that Doc and Clara would have that thing securely locked up given their youngest child's tendency to just take off into the night like that.

As he's speeding off down the road, Verne runs into (and almost runs over) Marty, who is sadly walking down the road. Marty cheers up at seeing his little buddy and asks Verne to give him a ride to his car. No, "Hey, Verne, what are you doing out all on your own?" or "Whoa! You're eight-years-old; you shouldn't be driving!!" He just. Gets in the car and lets Verne continue to operate the vehicle.

Verne is happy to give Marty a lift to his own car, except he has to run an errand first. The display panel has been set for the Caribbean in 1697, and Marty is pumped to go hang out at the beach. He makes zero attempts to talk Verne out of this.

After arriving and donning some time-period appropriate clothing, the boys head straight into town, where Marty immediately gets himself into trouble. He overhears a pretty girl named Maria talking about how she can't return home to Spain until she meets the man of her dreams she's been waiting for: Mac the Black. Marty decides it's a very good idea to pretend he's Mac the Black (on account of he and Jennifer had a fight, remember? So, I guess he's just decided to throw the whole relationship away and pursue a relationship with the first girl he meets in 1697.)

Well, it turns out that Mac the Black is a wanted man, so a bunch of guys with swords chase Marty all around for a while. He then meets a group of pirates who are honored to meet him and have traveled far to find him. They've got a whole crew and a ship, and they put him in command of it and carry him off.

Meanwhile, Verne comes across a flyer advertising a cabin boy job on pirate ship. "Low wages, bad food, free earring," the paper says, and Verne is thrilled. He ends up on the same ship Marty is on, though Marty is less than enthused about the situation. He wants to just get back home and suggests he and Verne sneak out using a smaller boat.

Verne refuses to leave without his earring, though. Marty is soon informed that they're heading to "Smiling Skull Island" to meet up with some of his "old crew." After arriving, Marty's act swiftly falls apart when he's met by the REAL Mac the Black. After a series of truly ridiculous events, Marty and Verne are captured and forced to walk the plank. They're saved from their fate at the last minute when the Spanish army attacks.

We learn that Maria, who Marty had met earlier, is actually "Special Agent Señorita Maria Estrada of the Spanish Armada." She's been trying to capture Mac the Black—along with the stolen Spanish fleet's ship—and thanks Marty for his help.

With all the peril finally behind them, Marty and Verne hop back into the DeLorean and head home. Marty has learned a very valuable lesson about telling lies, and we get a scene of him and Jennifer on her porch, where Jen is finishing reading an apology letter Marty has written to her.

"Oh, Marty, that's the sweetest letter you've ever written. The longest, but the sweetest," Jen says as we get a look at her entire porch filled with paper. Marty had a lot to apologize for.

Also, I still don't understand why Jen's character design looks like that. That is NOT Jennifer.

We return to Real Doc, who is still stranded on the desert island. He spots a ship in the distance, but it turns out to be a pirate ship that's about to shoot a cannonball at him. This brings us to our experiment portion of the episode, where we learn how to make a "cannon" using a soda bottle, vinegar, baking soda, and a cork. Watching it in action made me have fond memories from my youth of dropping Mentos into bottles of diet soda and watching it explode in the backyard. Good times.

After the experiment, we go back to Doc for a moment. He announces that he's off to the store to buy the supplies to make a soda bottle cannon to fire back at the ship (this man has problems). The pirates fire at Doc but miss, and he sticks his tongue out and blows raspberries at them in a taunting manner. The episode ends there. Doc's just. He's stuck on that island, I guess.

This was a weird one. Not really that enjoyable on account of Marty being (as usual) terribly out of character. Unfortunately, this is just Who He Is in the world of the cartoon. Very sad. I also am disappointed that we only got a few seconds of Clara and Jules. But the scene of Doc in that glass jar was phenomenal. Five out of five stars.

Join me next time to see Doc run into an old enemy from college who tries to eliminate him, Jules, Verne, and Marty by luring them into an active volcano.

[sootspiders]

and i almost forgot on day 1, so far so good uhh so anyway i've been spinning my wheels about an outline for like. over a year. idk. i cant tell you how many "FOOL PROOF WAY TO OUTLINE YOUR NOVEL" method craft books, blog posts, podcasts, youtube videos, downloadable-template-when-you-subscribe-o-my-mailing-list's i've tried, and I never really completed a clear outline that I could work with. but i also Can Not improvise a story, I can't hold and organize information like that on the go. i want direction during the short bursts of time I have to write, but for whatever reason it just. Isn’t happening.

i have 2 seperate google docs labeled "outline attempt #" and thats just the new 2024 version, it goes up to 9 new outline attempts, at some point i always get lost and the notes are disconnected and don't lead into eachother and are too detailed to be outline bullet points bc i have the adhd that makes information organizing really really hard. idk whats important and where the most efficient place to put it is.

i certainly have been writing stuff. sometimes scene fragments, mostly just broad ideas. my note/idea doc is 80,000 words and i cannot bring myself to look at or organize any of it, thus i can't even use it.

anyway. where was i going with this.

or right. anyway, after bashing my head against this outline wall for nearly 2 years (multiple breaks where i got annoyed about being stuck and worked on something else for a while) and constantly being like "i want to actually write so bad write now" but saying no i cant every time i start i immediatley get stuck bc i dont have an OUTLINE and the concept of "ok just do a really short simple outline, just a loose guide to be tied to, just think of like 4 turning points to anchor the rest of it to, just do this small thing" seems like a reasonable goal and instruction, i kept telling myself all i have to do is that One Thing and then I can start. but at a certain point (9 new attempts from summer until now) regardless of how simple the task is, there is only the reality of "if this was going to work, it would have worked by now."

uhh so i remembered that, now that i think of it, most of my better ideas happened while writing, not before it. but i still can't improvise as I go, i'll just get paralyzed without a path, and much like my 80,000 word black hole of a "just write down every idea you have!" note doc that i physcially cannot make myself read through...i'm sure i could certainly write something with that method, and id probably end up with 300,000 pages that i'd rather eat a bowl of thumb tacts then try to edit and organize. and then i'd start over instead.

i'm starting to realize one of my biggest problems is that i'm so inefficient at organizing information that i'd rather start a task over from scratch 50 times then try to sort and edit a massive overwhelming pile. surely THIS TIME if i start fresh i will keep it organized as i go and the unmanageable rat nest of info won't happen this time. surely.

im writing from my phone in bed rn and im not cohesive this was supposed to be a 3 sentence update

so about draft 2 electric boogaloo, i know i was just getting at a problem about preferring to start over rather than edit, but last year i DID actually manage to write a chapter summary of draft 1 and i do (mostly) know what is at the heart of the structure pacing issue, so I don’t think i'm starting official draft 2 in bad faith. draft 1's biggest problem is the protag is really inactive and the plot just kind of happens around her bc she doesn't know anything and has no clear reason to be doing anything. hence why its so confused and meander-y (is that a word idk)

current method is instead of trying to do a whole outline (bc apparently i can't, i just can't actually envision the story until its written so i don't know how to conceive of act 2).. im going to outline just a little, like an "episode" at a time and then write it and then outline the next chunk

ANYWAY (how mny times have i said that) I wrote like 100~ ish words of chapter 1 today yipeee

also i bought a calendar to give myself stickers for word count goals bc it makes it look more tangible and also. ✨️stikcers✨️

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 141

Slash Fiction/Vincent and the Doctor

“Slash Fiction”

Plot Description: Once again on the FBI’s Most Wanted list l, Sam and Dean seek help from a friend of Bobby’s when two Leviathans go on a killing spree as Sam and Dean

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: for the first time and given a universe where what the Winchesters face is real, my daily life is the subject of the first five minutes. And…if a leviathan decided to rob my branch, make everyone in there cower in the safe deposit box vault room, and then open fire? No. I don’t think i would survive

This leviathan they caught is pretty funny ngl

Ok. That tracks. He was able to get the boys’ aliases from when their souls were in Cas…that’s how he got the hit on the credit card Sam used

Bobby’s friend is…interesting, to say the least. A lil paranoid

Aw man. No more classic rock aliases. It’s a cash only existence for them now. And electronics? Forget about ‘em

Apparently, decapitation does SOMETHING to the leviathans

Oh nooooo not Babyyyyyy. Poor Dean

Bobby has a therapist?

Alright. Them playing Leviathan who HATE their actual characters IS pretty funny. JESUS. Deans not gonna get that burger he wants so bad

Uggggghhhhhhhhh hate when they download all the info on the person they’re pretending to be

THEY FOUND SOMETHING BY ACCIDENT???

Oh fun!! The leviathans are cops now…aaaaaand they’re back to being the boys

Oh no…is this one going to spill the beans about Amy to Sam? Yup. Thought so.

Dean. That shouldn’t feel good. You just decapitated “yourself”

Are those FBI agents ALSO leviathan?

Ok Bobby and Jody are pretty cute

I knew at least one of them was a leviathan

There’s so much I forgot about this plot line. Is the PRESIDENT a leviathan? Or is he just running for it?

Hey!!! Crowley!!!

Mmmmm…there it is. Omg, the way they keep splitting up. How many times is this? And how many times has that been the right move? Oh, none?

“Vincent and the Doctor”

Plot Description: Terror lurks in the cornfields of Provence, but only a sad and lonely painter can see it. Amy Pond finds herself shoulder to shoulder with Vincent VanGogh in a battle with a deadly alien

I. AM. READY. TO. CRY. (As long as “max” doesn’t fuck up too bad)

The Doctor and the tour guide complimenting each others’ bow ties ❤️❤️

I love seeing them bring all the VanGogh paintings to life

Omg Doc…just say you’re jealous of Amy and Vincent getting along.

LEAVE VINCENT ALOOOONE. HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING. This isn’t his fault

It’s not every day you get to watch the Doctor make a fool of himself while the person he’s helping gets to be the hero, but Vincent’s the only one who can see the alien, sooooooo

(Omg max is so laggy)

Shut. Up. The impressionists were proper painters. You ass

Oh. Amy among all those sunflowers is such a pretty picture

Oh I want to give a long dead painter a huge hug

But now he’s ready to take on the alien. With his paints and canvas in hand

I love when characters who are used to doing things really quickly have to slow down. They get so annoyed. Aang did it when Sokka forced them to walk instead of flying on Appa, and now the Doctor is experiencing linear time. But like…he says this as though he’s never had to stay in places for a few hours

When the historical figure falls in some type of love or admiration for the companion>>>>

I rag on spn for having monsters that look like humans all the time but I also gotta say something about how you only ever see this alien when it’s not engaged in combat with a character. Like, neither can be on screen at the same time

The Doctor calling Vincent Rory 😭😭😭

Oh, it was alone and frightened and it couldn’t see…and now it’s gone

They have such nice moments. Like this one in the field where he describes the sky to Amy and the Doctor

It’s so weird to see them take a historical figure to the “present” (2010). Omg, him just wanting to ask about whatever electronic device that was and the Doctor dismissing it as unimportant

Yeah. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

That man just had the weirdest and most wonderful day at work and…he’ll never really know it

Oh Amy…your optimism and it getting crushed

I’m getting so worked up over the “for Amy”

[girl4music]

How I interpreted Doc’s subtle storyline in the special:

Doc felt he had outlived his time. It was hinted at it several times throughout the special. He couldn’t keep his woman satisfied. He was missing his shots and he was regretting a very long life filled with so much fault and the only way he could reconcile that in himself was to do the one thing he was still useful for.

Protect his family.

It cost him his life but he was fine with that because he knew he would live on through Alice. That was a bid for immortality that he had actually earned over stole.

The way he viewed it - I assume - was giving life back.

As Wyatt told him in the TV show - he dodged death by “making a deal with the devil” in only a selfish purpose to remain alive and young forever. Then he got exactly what he wanted from Constance’s wedding ring but obviously not the way that he wanted it. All his supernatural immortality offered him was an agelessness. It did not guarantee him total invulnerability. So then he became a vampire…

It was just a constant chasing after something that he should have never have been allowed to have at all.

Doc’s storyline in the special was - at least in Doc’s mind I assume - making amends for stealing life.

But he still gets to be immortal… Just differently. The way all humans do get to be and should get to be and the way Dolls told him before he died. Through Alice.

So I saw it as him basically saying “It’s her turn now.”

See Alice doesn’t just have the blood of the Heir Apparent running in her veins. She also has the skills and reflexes of the greatest gunslinger that ever lived.

So if there is a continuation - it’s going to be with her.

A lot of people who watched the special think that “they forgot about poor Alice” but I don’t think that at all. I think they’re about to reboot WEARP with Alice.

I mean they’ve even casted the actress for 5 year old Alice already. You see that in the special. They’ll use it.

I think it’s entirely possible and plausible that Alice is the next venture for WEARP and it would make sense. Do I think that Doc should have died for that? No, but I acknowledge the fact that he likely believed he should because I feel like he thought about it as “What more can I do? All I can do right now is protect her and her mother. All I can do is give back life by giving my life.”

It sucks that he died but it is no less a powerful death.

So I don’t (I hope) think that the plan is to resurrect him. I think the plan is to ensure WynDoc’s daughter’s survival so that Doc can come to live on through her.

And I also think that’s what he would have wanted.

I mean I’m just spitballing here but that Emily Andras.

She’s pretty unpredictable so I think this is the plan for WEARP going forward. Hell,… maybe it will even be retitled to AEARP. Alice Earp. I’d be down for that.

Not sure who thought it was a fail??? But you can’t please everyone!

(Mild spoilers)

Overall, I thought it was good. We got the relationships we wanted (lovers, sisters, best friends) and the conversations that were needed. Lots of laughs, lots of heart stings and plenty of action.

It wasn’t quite the ending I was hoping for, but the good thing is, it has definitely left the door open for another.

Melanie was amazing as ever, going seamlessly between sarcastic and emotional.

Dom’s progression in herself was evident and so good to see that Emily allowed it to continue into her character. She’s as sassy as ever and very funny. (I lost count of the amount of times she mentioned Nicole’s fingers…)

Doc’s character was a bit confused I thought. He clearly loved Wynonna but he didn’t seem sure of who he was. I felt it meant he didn’t have that spark he normally does.

Kat was adorable as ever and her comedic timing was on point. She was tough, soft, funny and loving and I was happy she still had the ‘little mermaid vibes’.

I will do a much more detailed review soon, I just don’t want to post too many spoilers as there will be so many people who haven’t seen it yet.

If you haven’t, strap in, it’s a great Earper ride!

[secret-engima]

@a-world-in-grey I can’t for the life of me find some of my HCs about Galahd Colors for braids and I KNOW I screwed up Nyx’s braids in Calling for Rain verse.

Pls, do you happen to remember what combos I said were for mourning and which were for a vengeance braid? I am blanking and Tumblr is playing hooky with my search bar.

Or link me the post that is in so I can copy it onto my docs properly? ^^;

[serostuffsmh]

debt collection | geto suguru

content warnings: established relationship, power imbalance, mentions of death, suggestive implications, groping, no pronouns given to reader, pre cursed child arc

description: you unknowingly agree to take on a man’s debt to geto

I.

A young man with a curse clinging to his waist had come in the temple that afternoon. Soma, he believes his name was. Just from a glance it wasn’t hard to presume he was in dire straits. 

Soma had keened on and on to Geto about his troubles while he graciously listened, acting as his false persona of a self-proclaimed Bhikkhu and the one who non-sorcerers liked to call, “Buddha himself.”

While listening to the particularly boring sob story, Geto needed to remind himself that Buddhism teaches that patience was a virtue. It was vital in order to achieve enlightenment.  Although, Geto had begun to suspect Buddha himself never had to deal with something so tedious when he preached such a ridiculous notion...

“I can hardly stand for too long, and I can’t even keep food down. I haven’t been eating right in weeks.” Pulling up his untucked button up, he pointed to his prominent ribs as emphasis. 

“I tried going to the docs, but they say there’s nothing wrong with me! I heard you’re the spiritual priest that can help though, right? I spent my last paycheque here and I don’t know who else to go to.”

Pretending to mull over his thoughts, Geto leaned his head in his hand. “I see…” 

The dark circles of weariness in his eyes from days without sleep were apparent as were the thinned cheekbones from malnutrition. Without a sorcerer's intervention, it would be a slow death. Not that he cared about the life of a monkey.

Geto eyed the curse that was digging its fingers into the man’s abdomen. At first glance, he guessed it was a fourth grade. It was scrawny and parasitic in nature, much like fly head.

Too weak, he thought. There would be no use in going through the trouble of using his technique on something so puny.

“Manami, how much did he give you?”

“Sixty-five thousand yen.” She stated plainly.

Unimpressed, the polite smile on Geto’s face fell and so too did his facade of a benevolent Buddhist priest.

“Hmph, that’s all? Not enough.” Waving his hand in the air, he signaled the man to leave.

“What? No, please, it’s my rent! It’s all I have!” Blurting out, he took uneven steps forward before clutching his side and stumbling over his own feet. It was a humiliating sight to look at and Geto almost wanted to laugh.

Instead, he scoffed at his pleas. “It’s scraps, and like I said not enough. I suggest leaving now.”

“I can try paying you more when I have some!” Desperately clasping his hands together, Soma begged further in hopes of changing Suguru’s mind.

What’s a promise worth from some m—

“Your promises hold no value to me, and it would be a gamble to accept. Try to understand.” He said, not bothering to hide the condescending nature of his words.

“Suguru…” 

Failing to notice your presence beside him, Geto had forgot you decided to attend this appointment with him. When he looked at you, your face was scrunched up in remorse like you were actually taking pity on this animal.

“Please, help him.” Your voice was low and pleading.

Don’t look at him like that now...

Advocating for the life of an afflicted monkey would have been laughable, if it weren’t you speaking on their behalf.

Sighing half-heartedly, he raised his arm. “Hold still.” 

Before anyone had the chance to blink, the curse had been removed from him and absorbed into a pitch-black sphere that rested in his hand.

Soma quickly checked over his body with his hands and immediate relief washed over his face and relaxed his shoulders as if an enormous weight had been lifted from him.

Falling to his knees he presented himself in dogeza fashion towards you both, pressing his forehead to the tatami flooring as a sign of gratitude. Geto almost wanted to roll his eyes at the sight but at the very least, the monkey had known his place.

“Thank you!” He had exclaimed.

“The one you should be thanking is my spouse.” Had you not been present, he would have let the curse kill him or maybe done it himself.

“Yes, of course! I can’t thank you enough!”

II.

There were no other hiccups that day, every other client had paid their dues and minded their manners in the temple. Even you had been keen on staying quiet after what happened and when the sun began to set, Geto had dismissed everyone from his company.

Upon hearing his announcement, you had also tried sneaking away from his side. But before you could slip out of the door, he called for you to come back.

As if caught in headlights, you froze upon hearing your name. He watched you hesitate but nod and eventually drag your feet to meet him.

Sensing that you may have been anxious about facing him after earlier today, he offered a fond smile that was only saved for you.

“Come sit with me.” Prompting you by patting his thigh.

Once within arm's reach, he pulled you down to him. Seating you comfortably in his lap, he embraced you closely from behind. Enveloping your form in the thick blue fabric of his yukata.

Happy to have you in his arms the corners of his lips tugged into a smile. Tenderly parting your hair aside, he tucked himself just beneath your earlobe.

“My dear, dear, [first]...” Geto sighed into the taught skin of your neck.

“I’m disappointed in you.” He hummed in your ear. The tone of his voice contradicted his words. 

Although, he could never truly be angry at you, he often played coy to mask his displeasure. Even as his spouse, you were not immune to his targeted teasing. In fact, you were his prime victim when he was in a playful mood. Whether it was prodding at your cheeks or listening to one of his tongue-in-cheek taunts, you fall prey to most if not all of it.

“You shouldn’t have spoken for that animal.” Even now Geto couldn’t hide the distaste in his voice as he spit out the last few syllables. 

“He needed your help.” 

Ignoring your comment, he instead chose to dramatically slump his shoulders on top of your figure. This conversation seemed to be going nowhere quickly. You were far too altruistic towards others, a fine quality he’s willing to admit but bothersome in this case.

“Hmm, I did always find it hard to say no to you.” His cheek now resting on your shoulder blade, he caressed the sides of your arms aimlessly.

Earlier that afternoon, he remembered a fine idea had crossed his mind after he had agreed to remove Soma’s curse.

“I’ve decided that you will resume his debt and pay me in full instead.”

Of course, by no means was he going to make his little spouse a debtor and pay the remaining sum with money. He would have been no better than a loan shark. What kind of husband would he be if that were the case? No, he would be paid back by less conventional means. Certainly, more pleasant and he thinks you would agree.

“What?” You shifted yourself in his lap to look at him from the corner of your eye.

The coquettish expression on his face was blatant enough to tell of his intentions.

“You heard me. I need to get what I’m owed. One way or another.” Trailing his hands beneath your shirt, he squeezed at your sides. Enjoying the way your body instinctively shudder beneath him.

That worthless monkey gave him something of value after all. What was a few hundred thousand yen in comparison to indulging himself in your private company. No, you would be well worth more than that. Absolutely, priceless, he thinks.

“It would be in your best interest to take responsibility, don’t you think?”