#can't wait to see what'll happen next!!

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

thousand autumns donghua, episode 8~

OHHH he's the junior preceptor?? what an interesting title!! i have no idea what it means!! is that like 'guoshi' from tian guan ci fu, perhaps?? a similar title, maybe?? WAIT THE OLD MAN IS BULLYING BIRBS??? UNACCEPTABLE. I WILL PECK OUT HIS EYES >:V oh so they're competing for Number One Temple now?? have they already decided on the top ten brothels and five-star inns of the jianghu?? are the temples the only thing left to be ranked?? lol yan wushi curled up on the other side of the table before he stands up looks so fecking funny, i wish i could take a screenshot, he's like a lil purple daruma 🤣 SHEN QIAO IS OUTRAGED!! yws: why do u care what those losers do?? btw u lost this game so u have to do my chores >:) shen qiao: i mean….i guess i'll do it :/ ilu announcer man whose job is to shout the guests' names jfc shen qiao u couldn't even be bothered to dress up?? put on a different jacket or something?? ok then i actually find the random 'normal looking' side character and bg characters to be a bit more pleasing to look at than the super-pretty main dudes lol. might just be personal taste tho 😅 UH-OH HE LOOKS FOREIGN. WE ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS ngl he's kind of hot tho Duan Wenyang is STYLISH AF. vaguely menacing, but TOGGED TO THE BRICKS, as they say!! (idk anyone who actually says this) dwy: OH CHIEF DISCIPLE?? u can be our witness!! sq: im blind :/ WHY DO FIGHTS ALWAYS BREAK OUT WHEN PPL ARE EATING owo who dis??? he's even MORE stylish!!! wow ;A; the old man splayed out over his divan like a TART, robes hanging open like a TART, his hair LOOSE and FREE like a TART honestly i have the most fun with the fight scenes and watching yan wushi menace random ppl for his own amusement OH SHIT ITS JGY'S BIG BRO i don't TRUST HIM, he wears a HAT and MISTREATS MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS >:( yws: wow, ur such a creep. #cancelled BIG JGY U STOP HURTING THAT POOR INSTRUMENT!! is that a qin?? it makes such a pretty sound ;A; i want oneeeeee ;A; OOOOH PHOENIX POWERS!! YWS IS SUCH A BADASS OH MY GOOOODDDDD!!! HOLY SHIT!! GET EM OLD MAN, SHOW EM WHAT'S WHAT!!! WELL DONE!!! :DDD yeessssss MORE FIGHT SCENES!!! duan wenyang has got a whip and the li qingyu has got a really pretty sword!!! dwy: see y'all another time! :D poor shen qiao has to keep telling ppl that he's not the chief anymore, that can't be easy on him ;A; OH LOOK DWY IS BACK. i guess when he said 'another time' he meant 'in ten minutes' lol GET EM SHEN QIAO!! li qingyu thought shen qiao was a bad dude??? wtf??? WHO HAVE U BEEN LISTENING TO. WHO COULD CALL MY SWEET SHEN QIAO A BAD DUDE. HE'S LITERALLY SO INOFFENSIVE??? god the music SLAPS OH CRAP HE BROKE THE BAMBOO STICK----OOH NICE CATCH!!! lmao shen qiao immediately showing the other guy up after praising him for his good martial arts 🤣 HE'S SO POLITE. I LOVE SHEN QIAO lmaooo li qingyu seems quite nice as well, 'u can stay with us instead of the old man, if u like, we don't mind! :D' ASDFGHGFDS THIS KID WANTS TO PAINT SHEN QIAO 'bro ur like. SO HOT. LIKE A CELESTIAL BEING. WAY HOTTER THAN ANYONE ELSE. LET ME PAINT U PLS ;A;' i roast him, but as an artist i understand his pain 😔 sometimes u see someone so beautiful, u really can't help urself 😔 OH I SEE. duan wenyang and kehan dude and big jgy are all IN LEAGUE with each other!! innnnch restinggggg 👀👀 DON'T TRUST THE JGY SHAPED MAN, FELLAS. DON'T U SEE HIS HAT. DIDN'T U SEE WHAT HE DID TO THAT INSTRUMENT. IT'S A BAD IDEA ALL ROUND u know yan wushi barely evil laughed AT ALL during this episode. how disappointing 😔

[zarla-s]

Please don't take this as me being angry or trying to be rude or anything, but this ask is... baffling to me?? For a variety of reasons, haha.

Like, I don't set out to create a "fandom" around my stuff when I do things, I just do them cause I feel like it and sometimes I get lucky enough that people enjoy it and feel inspired to create or talk about it! I'm not really trying to fill a void left by one of these "fandoms" by making a new "fandom" around things I make, I'm just doing stuff.

The idea of a stockpile of interests getting too big is also bizarre to me? Like... for an example of both things, you can watch Stamp on the Ground, it's chock full of all kinds of weird obscure interests of mine I just put in there because I liked them, and I since have many many more. There isn't really a limit to how many interests you can have!

Mentioning abandoning TF2 is also very funny to me because I kind of already did that once?? When I started drawing it again in 2023 I was coming back to it, the last time I drew anything for it was 2009. Twelve years where I didn't even touch it! Starting up again was the last thing I expected and yet here I am!

Which relates to the greater point I guess which is that my interests and inspiration don't just die and disappear, they just go dormant. They're always waiting there for the right cue to wake them up, and I can never predict when it happens. TF2 is the most recent example! But Vargas is a long-running one, I take huge hiatuses from it where I don't write or draw or think about it for a long time, but it's always there in the back of my mind. I went absolutely nuts for it around 2020 and then it went back to sleep for the most part, but I still get ideas every now and then. It's not gone. It's just taking a break.

All the things I like and make stuff for are like that. There are a few I don't see myself coming back to any time soon, but then again I thought that about TF2 and now I've made the most elaborate site I've ever made for it. I can't predict these things. What'll be next? I have no idea. MGS again? StarCon2? Ace Attorney? Or maybe it'll be something new? Who knows!

And I think describing one of those "fandoms" as crumbling and dying is a bit unfair... I don't think of it like that. I mean, I started Vargas in 2003 and I last updated it in 2021 and I'm still hearing from new people that just got into it! All the stuff I've made is still "alive" in that way. I do feel guilty in that transition period between one interest and another because I feel like I'm disappointing people who followed me for that one thing though, haha. But what can you do? Gotta do my thing! Follow where my heart leads me! Not everyone's going to be along for the ride, and that's fine.

(Those of you have stuck around through all my different interests, I appreciate you deeply <3)

[bogbees]

i think it would just be really funny if after Kakashi passed team seven's genin graduation, he was like "oh wait I've never done this before. it's sorta like leading a team as captain right?"

only he meets Iruka, who had been waiting for Naruto, and watches him interact with the three kids and goes "it's nothing like that oh crap"

and so he's late all the time bc he's been sitting in a tree outside Iruka's classroom, trying to figure out the best teaching methods. but he gets soooooo distracted by Iruka himself he forgets his intention and that he has three hellions waiting on him. Iruka's smile is so charming. Iruka's face is such a lovely shade of red when he's mad. Iruka's hands are so lovely, see how he holds the chalk, catches the stray kunai, holds that child's hand —— aaahhhh he's got places to be oh crap!

"Kakashi-sensei was really late today! I thought you said ninjas were supposed to be punctual!" Naruto shouts over his third bowl of ramen

Iruka seems to freeze, and Kakashi KNOWS he's been caught.

"He said he rescued a kitten who had gotten stuck in a tree," Sakura adds.

"And then helped an elder with her groceries," Sasuke comments.

"He was two hours late! That stuff can't take two whole hours! Not if he's as good a ninja as he says he is!"

"Ah, is that so," Iruka turns to Kakashi, smiling with his eyes crinkled, "as expected of the great copy-nin, hero of konoha."

"heroes shouldn't be late! he's supposed to be teaching us how to be heroes too!"

"ah, I'm sure Kakashi-sensei is finding it difficult to adjust to his new schedule. you're his first genin team, he's not used to it. be a little nicer."

but he catches Iruka's lovely hands flashing anbu signs to him that essentially tell him to take this seriously and stop harassing him.

Kakashi's like well fuck, now I wanna see what'll happen if i keep hanging out in that tree when I should be with team seven.

the next day he tries it, only to get accosted by Iruka's shadow clone who's like "sensei, quit doing this and go bother your genin team instead," Kakashi has instinctively stabbed the clone and it poofs. He's mildly disappointed

only to hear a child loudly ask Iruka "what are you looking at?" and sees Iruka glaring at him, "a really big and ugly bug!"

[romancemedia]

Well that was quite the episode for X Men 97. I swear there is no telling what'll happen next with Jean and Scott's relationship from here on out. Everything has changed forever between them. It's unknown when Jean was switched with Madelyn and after everything, including saying goodbye to baby Nathan, moving on from this might just be near to impossible.

I am more intrigued than ever to see how the rest of season 1 plays out from here. I already can't wait for next week, but Why did the episode have to end things here with this!!!!

[eldritch-nightmare]

heyy!! can i request LJ and Candypop ( ,,if you write for him) sharing a fem!reader? (headcanons or something else) i don’t mind <33

a/n: I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT CANDY POP WAIT omg he's one of those creepypastas that i heard about but never really looked into so. first time writing him so i hope i did him justice for you! i wasn't sure if you wanted something more lighthearted or something darker so i did my best to keep it balanced.

LJ and Candy Pop sharing a fem!reader.

warnings: my knowledge of candy pop comes from the creepypasta files wiki page so just a heads up if i get something wrong, opted to make reader a creepypasta here but it's very vague, lj and candy pop are like frenemies in this i suppose, sorta hints that the reader might've been forced into this relationship, my hand slipped and i dropped a 'good girl' in here somewhere i couldn't help myself, possessive behavior from both of them, implied unhealthy relationship.

Man, what's it like having a 7ft tall imaginary monochrome clown that terrorizes children and a 7ft tall colorful Night Terrors possessed jester be in love with you? It's probably a strange experience.

They both argue over who caught feelings for you first. LJ swears up and down that he fell for you first, but Candy Pop claims it to be love at first sight. Honestly, you've just chosen to believe that they both fell for you around the same time.

The two of them were definitely hesitant to share you, though that was more on Candy Pop's side than it was LJ's. Listen, sharing a body/soul with the literal demon king makes you a bit possessive over things, okay?

You don't particularly mind either way, to be honest. They're both a bit... much to handle at times, but you guys make it work. Like... literally. You had to plan out an entire schedule and everything because they kept bickering about how much time the other spent with you.

LJ gets you on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays while Candy Pop gets you on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Sundays are days you spend alone because it's always good to have some time for yourself.

Of course, they don't... follow the schedule that often. Why would they? They aren't confined to the mortal chains of schedules.

They are both equally romantic in their own right, and you won't lie, you certainly have enjoyed a few of the spontaneous dates they've taken you on. Sometimes, they'll even get together long enough to plan out an outing for all three of you. They can get along, see?

Now, we can't forget that they are both murderous entities. One is an imaginary friend turned serial killer and the other is... something. A demon? A poor possessed soul of a jester? Whatever he is, he's deadly. Shall I provide some examples?

Example one: Laughing Jack was abandoned by the one person he was created to befriend, so trust me when I tell you that he has some deeply rooted abandonment issues. He's all fun and games until there's even the slightest possibility of you leaving him. Even if someone makes an offhand remark about how you should leave him, his entire persona does a complete 180.

Suddenly, his hold on you is just a bit more tighter than it normally is, and you can feel his nails digging into your skin, threatening to draw blood. It's a subtle, silent threat of what he could do to you if you ever tried leaving him.

Example two: Candy Pop, as a whole, is somebody you have to be wary around because his mood can flip like a switch. He'll be happily humming away about some random topic one moment, and the next he's pushing you up against a nearby wall and looking at you with such a crazed look that it's almost hard to believe that this is the same person who claims to be in love with you.

He's the type to remind you of where you belong. You belong by his and LJ's side, so don't you ever forget that, okay? You really don't want to see what'll happen if you do.

In the end, though LJ and Candy Pop have a habit of bickering with each other, they'll make one hell of a team if it means keeping you in their grasp. You don't fit with anyone but them, and you don't need to fit with anyone other than them. They're the perfect match for you, and you'll come to see that sooner or later. So, all you need to do is be a good girl and stay by their side, got it?

It's Sunday. Sundays are supposed to be your day. You had plans to hang out with the other girls, maybe even play dress up with Sally if she was up for it. So, why the hell were you currently stuck in bed, sandwiched between a clown and a jester?

You have no clue because you just woke up and they were already here. Sure, you could just… wiggle your way out of bed but then they would wake up. Do they even need to sleep? They aren't mortal like you are, so sleep doesn't seem like a necessity to them. But it's not like you can just stay in bed all day either. You had things you wanted to do!

So, with a very silent sigh, you slowly start to sit up, untangling yourself from the mass of limbs trapping you to your bed. You were able to sit up with relative ease, the hard part would be crawling over either LJ or Candy Pop to get out of bed. That would be… that would be difficult.

Even if you were to try and crawl over one of them, you weren't able to because before you could even decide which one to crawl over, you were being pushed back into laying down again by Candy Pop.

You let out a small 'oof' as soon as your back hit the mattress.

"Where do you think you're going?" You hear LJ ask, and with one quick glance at him, you can see a slight pout on his face. It was almost enough to make you forget about the feeling of his nails gently grazing your stomach.

If he just decided to dig them into your--

"She's not going anywhere." Candy's voice murmurs directly next to your ear, effectively cutting off your train of thought. You only belatedly realize that he had buried his face into your neck, his hair brushing against your face, "Right, angel?"

Well… it seems like you're not going to be getting rid of these two today, so whatever plans you had for the day were going to have to be put on hold until next Sunday. You just hoped the two of them didn't make a habit of this.

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident - Part XIV

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Alcohol

Words: ~ 2.3 k

About: Meeting Atsumu- not in the way you planned though >.&lt;

Part I II -> Next Part

"How would you feel about maybe going out tonight? Hinata and Kageyama will be there too. They would love to see you again, y/n!" You press the phone against your ear and listen to Yachi's cheerful voice while you get a glass of water. "I'd rather stay at home, if that's alright with you." Yachi breaths out deeply at your reply, and you embarrassedly scratch the back of your head.

"That's okay. Is it... because you're still thinking about him?" She carefully asks, and your heart skips a beat when your thoughts drift to him.

She's talking about Atsumu, who still hasn't tried to contact you after more than a month- and you still stalk his Instagram every day, kind of hoping that he'll notice you. A part of you finds yourself very pathetic for that, but you know that you'll let him go eventually. Or at least you hope that you'll be able to. You still feel a pang in your heart whenever you receive a letter addressed to "Mrs. Miya" or when you look at the diamond ring that you finally put aside in a box in your nightstand.

"A bit, yeah. But it's not because of him. I'm just a bit tired. I'll probably go to bed early today."

She hums and hesitates for a second. "If you need me, or if you need to talk about him again, you know that you can always reach out to me, 'kay?" You smile fondly at her words, her concern for you making you feel a bit more at ease, because you know she'll always be on your side. "Thank you. Have fun and say hello to Hinata and Kageyama!"

"I will!"

You both say goodbye, and then you end the call. A relaxing night with a good TV show and a facial mask sounds just perfect to you. And this also might help you to get Atsumu off your mind.

xxx

The shrill ringing sound of your phone wakes you in the middle of the night, and you're alert when you blindly reach out for the phone and see the contact's name.

Osamu Miya is calling

You remember when he had given you his card back then at Onigiri Miya's while Atsumu was using the restroom, just in case anything ever happens, and you had saved his contact without giving it much thought but never reached out to him. Why would he call you in the middle of the night?

You hesitate but finally take the call.

"Hello?"

"Y/n? It's Osamu. I know you probably don't wanna talk to me too, but can I ask for a favor?"

You're in shock when you hear his familiar voice, even more so when you hear his request. "Uhm... what favor?"

"It's about—ya know. Tsumu. He's... kinda unstable ever since ya ignored him. I wanted—" You frown at his words and can't help yourself but to interrupt him.

"Wait a second. What do you mean ignored him?"

You sit up straight in your bed, all your fatigue gone instantly. "The message he left last week? Listen, I get it, he is an idiot, and he is a little pain in the ass, I wouldn't listen to him either."

You blink confused, having no clue what he's talking about and he seems to interpret your silence as agreement.

"Forget it. Y/n, the favor. Can ya come over at Onigiri Miya's? He's drunk and dumb, and I can't do this anymore. I don't know what'll happen if he keeps up with that attitude."

You hold your breath while you listen to him, and your jaw drops at his words. "I- I don't know what to say. If you really need me, I'll come. I don't know if I can be much of a help though."

"Yes. Yes, we need ya here. Ya need a taxi? I can get ya one." He is quick to offer and you hear him sigh in relief.

"Uhm... yes, that would be good. Thanks." You hear a loud shout in the back and the sound of a shattering glass and flinch subconsciously. Osamu curses and yells something inaudible before you hear him clearly again.

"You're welcome. Thank ya for helpin' me out."

"Uhm... sure? I Shouldn't you call his girlfriend though?" Osamu yells another time and you nervously fidget with the blanket in your hands.

"His girlfriend? Wait. Ya actually met her? No wonder ya never tried to reach out. Forget that freak real quick, just come here. He can explain that whole thing to ya."

You stay silent and then nod. This might be the only way for you to find out what really happened back then. "Okay. He'll have a lot of explaining to do, though."

"Sure."

You nod and hang up the call to get off the bed, your whole body feeling electrified. You definitely wouldn't have thought that you'd meet him so soon- leave alone tonight. But thinking about how you've been feeling during these past few weeks, you know that you need this. You need to talk to Atsumu Miya, and you need to talk to him tonight.

xxx

You take a deep breath when you finally stand in front of Onigiri Miya. Not exactly how you expected your Saturday night to go, but here you are. At 2:10 am.

You hesitantly reach out for the door and pause. How will he react when he sees you? Has Osamu already told him that you'll come? How will you react when you see him? You push the door open with sweaty palms and you're met with a sight you did not expect.

Atsumu is sitting at the counter of the restaurant with Osamu standing right next to him, both of them yelling at each other and Osamu wildly gesticulating and throwing a towel. You spot two bottles of beer behind them on the counter and you're pretty sure that they are both from Atsumu. They both don't seem to notice you, still too absorbed into their fight.

The door loudly falls shut behind you and both suddenly stop yelling—not that you could even get a single word—but the sudden silence is almost awkward. They turn to you, and they both just look at you like you're a ghost, without saying anything. You wait for a few seconds, but can't stand any more awkwardness when the silence stretches longer.

"Uhm... hello?"

Atsumu suddenly gets on his feet and approaches you, and you stand there frozen when you see his red-rimmed eyes and the way he's almost stumbling while trying to reach you. Before he gets even close to you, he suddenly falls to the ground, his feet clumsily tangling with each other.

"Atsumu!" you quickly get closer and kneel next to him, concern evident in your voice, and he heavily gets on his arms and lifts his upper body just enough to look at you. You stare wide-eyed at him, your hands hesitantly reaching out for him but pausing mid-air while you look down at him.

"Y/n?" It sounds a bit slurred, and you nod with a frown.

"Yeah." You awkwardly stare at him while he clumsily takes a seat on his ass, his eyes now shining happily while he watches you. "I missed ya." You force a smile on your lips that you hope doesn't look too bitter. He pinches his eyes together, and one of his hands comes to your cheek—almost slapping you, and you flinch a bit when he leans a bit closer, the strong alcohol in his breath evident when he exhales deeply. "Ya don't look happy." He looks sad while he watches your face, and you suddenly feel tears in your eyes. "I'm... you hurt me, Atsumu." You know that he is intoxicated, and that he is in no state to give you a proper answer, but you still needed to get this off your chest.

"Hurt?" he echoes, his eyebrows furrowed while he's trying to understand your words. "Don't wanna hurt ya."

You nod and gently take his hand to remove it from your cheek and hold it. He looks kind of cute sitting there on his ass, and you simply stare at him, a part of you wanting to cry while another part wants to yell at him, but you just stay silent.

You hear someone clear his throat and look at Osamu standing behind him and watching you both attentively. "Don't wanna interrupt, but I wanna go home. I couldn't get him to leave tonight. It's gotten worse since last week. Since that message he left ya."

"What message?" You frown and direct your attention to Osamu. He raises an eyebrow and gestures towards Atsumu. "The one in which he pathetically asked ya to talk to him?"

You shake your head. "I didn't get a message from him."

"Oh." You look blankly at Osamu, and he looks blankly at you. Atsumu's hand suddenly tightens around you, and he whines cutely. "Y/n! Talk to me- yer here for me!" Osamu rolls his eyes and sighs deeply.

"I'm sorry. I was just so annoyed, couldn't stand him. It's fine if ya don't wanna give me a hand here."

"No, I can... I can help you out. What do you want me to do?" You try to ignore how your skin prickles where Atsumu starts to rub circles on the back of your hand, something that feels surprisingly way too intimate for you.

"Can ya help me get him home? I can get ya a taxi or- wait. Do you have a driver's license?"

You nod, and Osamu smiles happily. "Ya wanna drive his car then? Don't worry about the insurance, it's all good. You're officially married after all." He snorts at that and grabs Atsumu's bag to search for the keys. "It's only fair that ya get to drive his damn car then."

Your eyes go wide when you think about driving Atsumu's luxurious car, but you know that Atsumu does not live too far away, so you hesitantly nod, thinking about how nice Osamu has always been to you and how you want to help him out of this misery. And since you're already here, you can at least help him get Atsumu back.

You turn to Atsumu and try to smile as sweetly as you can. "Atsumu? Will you come with me then?" Atsumu seems to have a hard time understanding what you want from him, but finally nods and grabs your hand tighter while he tries to get on his feet. Osamu is quick to come from behind and to pull on his shoulders until he's fully standing, and you raise your brows when you see Atsumu barely pulling himself together. "I'll help ya get him in the car. I need to close the store; will you manage on your own after that? You can call if you need me."

You nod wearily and watch him carry Atsumu basically to the front door, when Atsumu starts complaining. "Y/n, come with us—" he whines and grabs your hand tighter, and you actually smile a bit when he's pouting adorably. "I'm here. Don't worry."

It feels like an eternity to get Atsumu in the car when he calls for you every few seconds and wants to make sure you're still with him, but Osamu finally managed to get Atsumu on the passenger seat where he starts snoring after a few moments.

Osamu sighs and rubs his eyes. "If he's not waking up when yer at his place, ya can call me. I'll take care of him then."

You nod and take the car keys with a slight hint of nervousness. You're just glad that the streets are basically empty at this time, so it should be fine for just a few minutes of driving. And technically, you're still his wife, so this should be fine, even if you scratch it accidentally. Osamu looks at you and nods, and you grab the keys tighter. "Thank you." Osamu opens the car door for you, and you slowly get on the seat. "I really appreciate it. Yer gettin' a free meal when yer comin' to Onigiri Miya next." You softly laugh at his comment and nod. "I'll come back to that offer."

He grins and yawns tiredly. "Drive safely."

You turn on the engine, and you wave at him. "You too. See ya."

"See ya."

xxx

The ride went smoothly, and you couldn't be more thankful when you finally park the car in the spacious garage. Atsumu has simply been snoring next to you, just mumbling a few inaudible things every now and then and the streets were basically empty at this time. You exit the car and open the door on his side, softly shaking his shoulder. "Atsumu? Can you come with me? Atsumu?" You coo, trying to softly wake him up, and he finally opens his eyes, still groggy and sleepy. "Y/n?"

"Yes, it's me. Will you come with me?"

He seems to have a hard time understanding what you want from him again, but he nods.

"Come here." You wrap Atsumu's arm around your shoulders and desperately pull him with you, and he finally gives in and lets you take him out of the car. "Y/n... missed ya. Yer gonna stay the night? Ya can have my bed. We can share. Share with my pretty- wife." He hiccups, and you take a deep breath to suppress your feelings. He sounds so genuine and cute, you almost want to believe his words. "Come on. We can talk about that later."

You have no idea how long it takes you to bring him to the elevator—more like drag him to the elevator—but you sigh in relief when you press the familiar number, even though the elevator has brought you so many painful memories by now. He mumbles some barely understandable words in your neck, his weight heavily resting on your body while you pull him with you as soon as the doors open.

"Come on, we're almost there."

"Hmm... coming." He lulls, following your direction, and you both finally make it around the corner—only to find someone already standing there. A familiar face that you hoped to never see again.

"You?"

[barrenclan]

i love this comic it rocks, have an awesome hiatus and take care of yourself. cant wait to see more but until then i will be happily thinking about the comic and what'll happen next.

Thanks! I've gotten a little work done; Issue 33 is written, and the cover is drawn. But sadly I can't go back into production until I know I can uphold a schedule again.

[sanerontheinside]

I Work in an Institution, part 1

—teacher's notes

I started teaching in 2020—during covid lockdowns—which of course was nothing anyone could have prepared us for. One of the things that migrated into the skillset fairly quickly was the ability to adapt, on a dime, to whatever bullshit wasn't working that day. Frequently you'd do this within the first 5 minutes of your first class, when you discovered a new Google Meet update wasn't up to snuff.

First attempts were shaky, sure, but by the end of the day you had a decent idea of what was missing and how to make it better next time. A lot of times, you just made do: ok, so this isn't perfect, but everyone can actually see what I'm doing, so—yeah, it'll be fine.

And ideally, you'd end up with a good idea for what you actually needed (ex: document camera so the kids could see you writing notes by hand). You pretty much figured out how to bring the situation under your control, and then you went from there.

Now, whenever the internet isn't working in school, or I can't print anymore for some reason, the MO is just to look for a way out. Is there another device that prints? Can you get on a hotspot? Who do you know with a desktop printer, and doesn't mind you occasionally begging a favour? (and isn't clear across the building, while we're at it)

The upside of it being 2024 is—theoretically—a lot less stuff is outside of your control. We don't rely on Google Meet anymore, and aren't inconvenienced by an unexpected rollout. When I do example lessons during interviews, I don't have to figure out how to use Zoom while teaching a demo class of real live childen (a painful experience).

You'd like to think we wouldn't have unexpected issues in the bagging area, only now the devils are inside the building: our IT department has decided to make the system more secure, in the name of making their lives easier. Which would be fantastic, actually! —If it weren't also happening in ways that frequently and actively hamper our efforts to get anything done.

For instance, if you're logged in on device A, turns out you frequently have to wait about half an hour before you can log in on device B. For me, this results in a pretty much daily occurrence of 1) logging onto the smartboard, 2) attempting to log in on my work laptop, 3) waiting for 20-30 minutes before the work laptop discovers it can connect to the in-house network.

Mind you, during this time I can't make it connect to the guest network either, because the SSL certificate for that is expired. Even on my personal device I have to acknowledge that the certificate's expired, so I could be signing in to get my info stolen—but on the work device I can't enter it at all. On my personal, I have to enter credentials again, register, log in... not a lot in the grand scheme of things, but I get booted off this network every time my personal device powersaves. This adds up to a lot of clicks and seconds, and if it doesn't take a lot of physical time I can promise you it shaves off soul-minutes.

(there's a workaround: just play a 10 hour youtube video. run down your battery a little, what'll it cost ya)

But the problem, ultimately, isn't any of these one things. It's that if you throw on another hiccup, suddenly all your little glitches and troubles become death by a thousand cuts. If you're rushing through creating 3 versions of a quiz for 5th period, suddenly you're swatting down these problems from every corner.

Today, my work laptop stopped printing (smartboard was fine), the printing rooms were out of paper (I have a stash), and because I logged in in too many places too fast, I got locked out of work accounts on my personal device, where I was editing my quiz (I logged into a work-related personal google account on the work laptop and went from there). All of these added whole minutes to my workflow. Felt like eons.

I'm tired of having 50 workarounds and having to come up with 100 more, experimenting with them as I go. I want the equivalent of my old document camera: a system under my control, almost entirely non-reliant on school networks.

Well, if nothing else, the search should be interesting.

[amu-azu]

What do you think about the recent chapter and both Amuro and Azusa denying dating ? Lol. I’ve seen antis saying so far Amuro has never denied and acted ambiguous, but now he firmly denied lol. But tbh , imo and many Japanese fans kinda saw it on how it’s the first time Amuro got a realization of his sus behavior he was expressive&that he cares . He used to be passive & ambiguous, but now he kinda realized , Azusa wasn’t overreacting cuz a temporary boss suspected them to be dating as well lol.

they denied it because... they are not dating (yet)

But why do people think they are? ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯ What are they doing? How are they interacting for people to think that? (we see them flirting in the last case =) )

also, why did Gosho bring this up? He's exploring their relationship and teasing something more. the rom-com is rom-coming. In amuazu fanart, we've seen this scenario of someone assuming they're an item many times, and it did happen in canon. ngl I was surprised.

about the denying, Gosho did that with other couples. make them be teased about their relationships as a form to highlight to the public that there is something there, especially with shinran and heizuha.

Amuro will now be more conscious of his relationship/interactions with Azusa. Can't wait to see what'll happen next.

[darn-waffles]

classic soulmate AU with the red string of fate...

but kyle can't for the life of him figure out why his keeps disappearing and coming back. Sometimes it'll be gone for a day, sometimes a week. one second it'll be snugly tied around his pinky, the next it's like it was never there. but it always comes back. Anyways, I wonder where kenny's been letely.

That first few month stretch when kenny died "for real" was the most agonizing months of kyle's life but he forgot about it once kenny came back per usual. kenny lowkey losing his mind over that.

kenny knows and thinks it's funny watching kyle trying to figure it out but cries a little on the inside every time kyle forgets.

kenny sometimes thinks to himself that he doesn't deserve kyle, sometimes thinks kyle doesn't deserve him. but in the end chooses to wait and see what'll happen, he's a passive person at heart imo. he'll let fate play its little game and gamble with his life per usual, all the while hoping he'll end up on top (he does, just not in the way he thought)

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HGSN 19-3

Chapter (Japanese)

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Rough translation by me

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P1

Yoshiki: It's here. Another monster. Don't look at it. Don't look.

Yoshiki: (don't look don't look don't look don't look don't look don't look don't look don't look don't look don't look)

Yoshiki: ('Hikaru'...!!)

Student: Huh? Wait, isn't this bad!?

(sfx: slam, thud, whack)

Student: What's that?

Student: Huh!?

Hikaru: Yoshiki

P2

Hikaru: That's a human.

Student: Huh...!? No way...

Student: *shrieks*!!

P3

Student: That intruder from before...I heard he slit his own throat with a hidden knife

(blackboard: Self-study)

Student: They said Yoshinaga-sensei also got cut and sent to the hospital...

(sfx: crowd chatter)

Student: They're gonna end class and send everyone home now, aren't they?

Yoshiki: Asako

Asako: That intruder...

Asako: ...had something get inside him.

P4

Yoshiki: Get inside?

(sfx: chatter)

Asako: Yeah, something scary was, like this, inside... "Possession"?

Asako: It's not like I can see anything, but somehow I can tell that it's a person that something got inside.

Asako: Lately there's been more and more of them... Hikaru, are you okay?

(sfx: chatter)

Hikaru: Me?

Asako: You super-duper absolutely have something inside you...

P5

Hikaru: Huh? Haha, Ha! I'm totally fine~!

Hikaru: Guess I'm ghost resistant! Wonder why!

Asako: Oh, okay...

Asako:  Hey...what'll we do if something happens to any of us?

Asako: It's finally come all the way to school...

Asako: Even though I can't do anything about it...

Yoshiki: Asako...

P6

Yoshiki: What should we do....?

Hikaru: *whisper* Asako's also noticed that the impurities have been steadily increasing

Hikaru: Doing something about it is one of the reasons we're researching right now, remember?

Hikaru: If it comes to it, I'll...

(sfx: sharp pain)

Hikaru: ....

Yoshiki: What is it?

Hikaru: Nothing, my elbow is just...

P7

Hikaru: ...bruised.

Hikaru: I banged it against a desk when someone pushed me earlier

(sfx: slam)

Asako: Oh! Are you okay? I'll get you something to put on it.

Hikaru: Oh, uh... thanks.

Hikaru: (Pain...? Even though up until now, I barely felt any...)

P8

-- (at Diner "Amerika")

(sfx: door chime)

(sfx: plates clatter)

(sfx: crowd noise)

(Diner: ...And then, like...)

(Diner: I'd like to order number 8, please!)

(Waitstaff: Welcome!)

Hikaru: You're really studying even at a time like this?

Yoshiki: I'm thinking about what we should say to Grandpa Takeda...at the same time.

(sfx: kick)

Hikaru: ...Hey...You still have my "fragment", right?

P9

(sfx: crowd noise)

(sfx: plate clatter)

(Waitstaff: Here you go!)

Yoshiki: I have it

Yoshiki: I'm keeping it on me at all times

(sfx: crowd noise)

Hikaru: Definitely don't lose it.

(sfx: plate clatter)

(sfx: door chime)

Hikaru: If it broke, I probably wouldn't be okay either

Yoshiki: Huh!? It's that important!?

Hikaru: Obviously...It's proof of my resolve. Though if you put it back into my body, it might go back to normal...

P10

(sfx: plates clatter)

Hikaru: But well, there isn't anything like a way to destroy that anywhere at all

Yoshiki: (I'll put it somewhere it'll be harder to lose...)

Yoshiki: *sigh*

Yoshiki: ...

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Next chapter: 2023/07/25

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[nogenderbee]

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ᵀᴼᴰᴬʸ'ˢ ᴬᴿᵀ : Fluttering Maidens - Ena Shinonome

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"(Tonight I had another dream... I saw a fish lady, girl that appears in my every dream ever since I saved little fish at the beach. It's a bit weird, but whenever she appears in my dream, I know it'll be a nice one.)"

You couldn't help but stare at the morning sky as you thought about your most recent dream. You woke up due to alarm but weren't ready to prepare for the day, so you just admired the sky for a moment!

But of course, you can't stay like that forever... so eventually, you got up, back to work!

And luckily, one thought kept you sane during this day... that tonight, you'll most likely have another dream of this girl! You'recurious what'll happen today...

The day was tiring, so as soon as you came back home, you flopped on your bed.

"(I know I have stuff to do but... a little nap won't hurt, right?)"

And with a blink of an eye, you were already in your little dream land~ You were simply underwater but you could breath thanks to some bubble helmet around your head.

"Don't worry, please."

The fish lady - at least that's how you began calling her - swam to your side in a second and gently caressed your cheek as she looked at you with soft and hopeful smile.

"I don't have much time. You remember the location where you saved fish few days ago? There was a bridge nearby, wasn't it? If you can, come there~"

You were about to ask why but before you could, the girl popped the bubble that was around your head causing you to wake up.

"Well that was weird..."

You looked out of the window, your eyes landing on the sea few meters away. She asked you to come there, didn't she? It was a bit spooky but... you were even more curious! So of course, you put a hoodie on and left your house, heading to location you were told to come to.

You knew exactly what bridge she must've been talking about, so you stepped on top of it, looking around. Eventually spotting something shiny at the edge... you came closer, wanting to pick it up to see what it is... just for mysterious hand to come out of sea and pull you into it?! To say you were scared was an understatment... but then, you heard familiar, soothing voice~

"Shh~ It's okey. You can breath. I made sure of that~"

There was the same lady from your dreams! You had to pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming... especially that she was laying next to day on top of some crystal bottom of the sea? It honestly made you question your sanity, but you couldn't decline it was beatiful...

"Well this is an interesting dream... And realistic one too..."

"Dream? Oh no~ I won't appear in your dreams anymore. That's why I wanted to finally meet you! You could say I... owe you one?"

"Uh... how so?"

"Hehe~ Guess you're still sleepy... remember the fish you saved? What colors were they?"

"I remember they had unusual colors... like orange shining onto pink color when under sunlight..."

"And what colors do I have~?"

"You-"

Taht sentence alone made you wake up a bit more... she had the same colors indeed! It's still hard to believe, and you can't tall if you're dreaming or if someone added something different than sugar to your tea... but the fish was supposedly this girl?

"Finally~ I know it's still unrealistic to you so don't worry, I'll let you think over it. But I want you to remember me~"

She swam over to you, cupping your cheeks and kissing side of your head gently, creating a little, almost impossible to notice mark there.

"I'm Ena, all you have to do to meet me again is wait on this bridge! And I'll get you~"

The girl said while pulling you up, settling you back on bridge safely, before winking at you and going back into depths of the water. You were sure you needed nap after that... after all, it's not daily encounter to meet a lady that claims to be the fish you saved! And the crystal bottom of the sea!? It's all so weird...

You touched the side of your head, right when the kiss was placed as you slowly got up on your feet.

"(Maybe... if this mark will still be there tomorrow... maybe I can come again and see if it happens again?)"

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[bunnybeandraws]

Yet another drabble based on an RE comic by @crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington! Similarly based on their most recent, and om, nom yummy angst! :3

Leon blinks himself awake at roughly twelve in the morning to the sound of someone hacking up a lung in the bathroom. He can't hear Rose crying, so it has to be Ethan, and that thought is enough to get him out of bed, albeit slowly as he rubs his eyes.

Blearily stumbling his way to the bathroom door, Leon gives it a quick knock right as the worst of the hacking dies down, leaving only uncomfortable silence.

"...Ethan…? You okay in there…?" He asks, but he's met with only silence, feeling as if even the ever persistent clock has stopped its ticking, silently waiting to see what'll happen next.

"...Ethan…?" More silence.

"Okay… I'm coming in, alright?"

With that, Leon turns the doorknob and steps into the bathroom to be met with Ethan, looking rather pitiful on the bathroom floor. His hair is a disheveled mess, sweat, snot, and tears covering his face and the dark circles under his eyes worse than ever.

But the most worrying part is the little bit of blackened goo at the corner of his mouth, even more of the stuff having filled the toilet bowl.

"Oh… Um… Are you…?" Leon stammers, for once unable to find a good response to the situation he's found himself in.

"Are you sick?" He finally manages to get out, and he's answered by a scoff and more coughing from Ethan, who leans over the bowl just in case more bile decides to rise from his throat.

"Don't look at me, please…" He mumbles, the words thick in his throat as he tries to get more comfortable on the floor, his knees already red from the constant kneeling. "It's just the mold… Can you… Get me my medicine…?"

"Is it in your room?"

"Medicine cabinet."

"Okay, okay."

Leon turns towards said cabinet, scanning through the contents with furrowed brows and a confused expression. All the while, Ethan continues to cough and wheeze behind him, which only adds to an urgency that's built up in the air.

"Bottom shelf, very left." Ethan says after a moment, and Leon nods as he grabs the small bottle, passing it to Ethan.

"This is the right one, yeah?" He asks just for some extra clarification, worried about making Ethan's current state worse. The blonde just nods, twisting the cap off and downing one of the pills inside with a shudder as Leon sits beside him.

"...Are you okay…?" He asks after a while, watching Ethan wipe his mouth, the blonde wearing an expression of disgust as he looks at the mold he threw up.

"...No." He admits after a while. "But I will be."

"But I think it's getting worse."

[romancemedia]

I swear now that I'm completely caught up with the Legend of Vox Machina, I already can't wait for the next batch of episodes on Thursday. I REALLY want to see what'll happen next with Vex and Percy and I get the feeling they'll officially get together before the season ends.

[thelanding]

Hurt as he is, I'm just certain Crowley will visit the bookshop all the time in Aziraphale's absence to take care of the place and make sure every single book is in perfect condition when his angel returns. He'll rearrange them in correct alphabetical order, dust them off, sometimes even read a Jane Austen one to his houseplants for old times sake, remembering the ball and how happy Aziraphale looked that night. He will remember the dance and holding his angel close until he can't take the weight of his memories.

Then he will bury himself in grief again. Whenever that happens, he's usually got his glasses on and hides in empty corners of the shop all alone. Since Aziraphale got into that damn elevator Crowley's been waiting for him to come back or contact him but it's been years now and sometimes he doesn't see hope. Why's he even here? Will Aziraphale ever realize the danger he put himself in or how much better it could've been if he stayed here with Crowley? Did power change him? Did he ever think of them anymore? Was he safe up There? Did he hate him?

Muriel is typically the one to find Crowley in those moments and she always tries to cheer him up in the silliest ways cause she doesn't have a clue how to help a demon but can't stand to see him hurt like this any longer. Crowley probably resents her all along and complains about her loud presence or the way she's running stuff all wrong and how Aziraphale would collapse if she let Maggie put another one of her teacups on top of Cleopatra's diaries again, but given time she'll become his only company and perhaps even somewhat of a friend.

One day he tries to trick her into praying while she's preparing a bath for him - an offer she thought he'd refuse on spot like all the previous ones and was quite surprised when he instead enthusiastically accepted. She doesn't pray that day, though, and it's not until the next week when he tries to trick her into prayer again, this time when watering the plants, that she realizes he's been in search of holy water.

Maybe after that, after watching Crowley be miserable for so long, Muriel's the one to come up with a plan to help him find Aziraphale and end this. She goes Up to Heaven to scold Aziraphale and inform him of Crowley's situation and intentions. She tells him everything. Even if Aziraphale did accept the job in Heaven under some kind of threat of Them erasing Crowley from the book of life, what'll he do when he realizes his efforts aren't making a difference in saving anyone, not even his best friend? Humanity isn't safer, Armagedom is still set to happen with or without his interference, and Crowley is in deep suffer and danger down here anyway. Aziraphale will definitely fight to get out, then.

Metatron won't hold anything to prevent Aziraphale from coming back to Earth. He will lock the angel somewhere to avoid all and any attempts at a reunion between the duo who blasted a miracle through Earth's atmosphere or even rebeled the AntiChrist against his own Father.

And maybe there's nothing Crowley can do to save his angel. No, this time, it's Aziraphale who has to save himself and go after his demon. It's Aziraphale who shows up at the bookshop last minute and stops something terrible from happening to Crowley, and cries in his shoulders and apologizes for leaving.

Ineffable husbands reunite and this time they finally talk. They finally kiss. They finally understand each other. After all is said and done and forgiven, they save the world a second time - closer and stronger now. And then they finally go off together.

Books and houseplants and the Bentley and an eternity awaits them in a South Downs cottage. There are no sides but their own side.

[kim-poce]

34. Full House: Plan

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CW: pet whump, caretaker new master, use of the term 'put down' for killing, fear of death, fear of punishment, sickness, multiple whumpees.

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Purple was back into the small room under the stairs. Master Eri gave the lapdogs a room of their own but it was too large, too full of trinkets meant for people. If this was a test Purple wouldn't be tricked, and if it wasn't… Well, Master could punish him whenever he wanted if he was displeased.

For now, he sat down by the side of his cage. There was a small night light in the room, enough to allow Purple to see the pastel-colored dog beds and blankets of the same color, they were the comfiest pet beds in the whole house before Master Eri came, but now even the youngest had a room of his own. So much luxury from the start was frightening, and with each passing second Purple waited for the second shoe to drop. He also wondered where Pink was today, he seemed so busy just earlier as if a lapdog would have a chore.

As if to answer his wonders, the door opened slowly but loudly as the worn-out hinges cried.  Purple was already on his knees by the time someone walked in, he recognized Night's feet and allowed himself to look up. His eyes widened in a mix of confusion and worry when he spotted the small pet in the guard dog's arms.

“Is…”

“I found him shivering in front of Beige's room,” Night said, his voice filled with anger. “I don't know what Sir did, but Pink doesn't look hurt.”

Night put the lapdog down, and Purple wrapped his arms around the smaller pet. If Beige wasn't sick, for sure he would be coming with stolen water already, but he was sick, the more dangerous state for a chore pet to be, everyone knows what'll happen if things continue like this, everyone is trying to ignore, trying to convince themselves that everything will be okay but it doesn't matter how hard Purple tries his hands are still shivering around his friend and his heart is still raced at the thought of the future.

“Sir won’t picky on him,” Night said. “I have a plan.”

On the outside, Purple ignored the words: whatever Night was planning he can't officially know anything, he is a well-behaved pet, and if he spotted a pet doing (or planning) something bad he would immediately tell Master. So he didn’t spot anything, not at all. Inside his mind, he screamed at the guard dog to behave, to know his place to please don't get hurt.

Pink shivering worsened after Night left as if now that they were all alone he allowed himself to truly feel.

“He will be fine,” Purple tried, not believing his own words as he hugged Pink. “He is strong.”

“I I don't want to to to do it again,” Pink said with a pleading voice, talking more to himself than to Purple. “I I don't want to but if..  if..  what if I need again, I…. I don't I don't think I can I can't again I I-”

Purple caressed his back, not asking what he meant, for one he didn't think Pink would manage to answer and principally his instincts screamed that he didn't want to know for the same reason he didn't want to know Night's plans.

———

The fear forced Beige awake, the vague memory of passing out was still slowly coming back when Master’s voice rang painfully inside his mind. Beige had been too careless. He should've hidden away before passing out; Master was never meant to find him slacking off, sleeping in the middle of the hallway. He was done for, if Master was displeased before already, now for sure he was completely mad.

“I'm- it it's sorry,” he cried out, he was too tired to open his eyes, and never the no-eye-contact rule had been so merciful. “It it'll”

“Shhhh,” Master's voice rang loudly. “Don't speak, dear.”

Beige whimpered. So he can't beg anymore? So, since he'll be put down, even his begging isn't pleasant anymore? Was all he did up until now so worthless? Is he truly this broken?

I can be good. I can be good. I'll eat less, I won't steal anymore. I won't sleep so much. Please. The words died before they reached his mouth. Please let me live.

“Hey hey,” Master called, and Beige was grateful that at least he was still worth talking to. Even if it was mockery. “Hey, it's okay, the doctor said you'll be fine.”

Beige sobbed harder. He wanted to say the doctor was right, to promise he'll work harder, but he is far too old and defective to work as much as he should. Even if Master allows him to live it'll take a couple of months at most for Master to decide to put him down, buying a younger and fresher pet is the right choice.

The house was always too large, the punishment was always too harsh, and the food and rest too little. He broke long ago, he knew it, the last years he was barely surviving, but he can't drag his broken remainings any longer.

“Not not not the b-b-basement,” he begged, voice cracking. “p-p-p-please not not there please just just please…. Be fast. Just…”

The words were a lump in his throat. Had he earned a quick death? Had the years of torture and despair paid off enough to die painlessly? They hadn’t, had they? Beige had been so bad, so unloyal, so unpet-like, so-

“Shhhh,” Master tried again. “I’m not mad,” his silk-like voice, which once was comforting, wrapped itself too tightly around the pet, too suffocatingly tight.

Master touched a plastic cup on the pet’s lips, helping him drink the cool water. He half feared whatever was mixed in the clear liquid and half hoped that it, if fatal, was at the very least painless or quick.

“The doctor said you will be fine, okay? No need to be scared,” Master said.

Beige could barely hear him, his voice was foggy and far away,  but loud and close at the same time. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy, as heavy as his shaken breath. He didn’t know how much of it was due to fear, but he was sure that the doctor was wrong. He is useless, no amount of resting would make him a proper pet ever again.

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Eri’s mind was dizzy, and there was too much going on at the same time. The youngest pet was still sick, Beige was a thin line from having a panic attack over his own current poor heathy. He should say comforting words, but whatever filter the institutes put in the pet’s mind would only turn his words into nasty threats.

He fed the man some water, both because he needed it and to earn himself some time to get his words straight. Looking back, it was too optimistic of him to think he would have the time, it was foolish to hope that life waits for him to solve a problem before giving him another.

A loud thud came from downstairs. Eri flinched in surprise, quickly putting himself on his feet, and frowning at the door. He didn’t wait much for the next metal-against-metal clank. It was coming from outside the house, right under Beige’s window.

He approached the window as fast as it was safe to do. The clanks were becoming louder and faster, and the cause was clear the moment he looked out the window; Night was down there, in his hands a sledgehammer and in front of him Eri’s now broken car.

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