#current plan is to go in and ask 'can i be really pushy for a minute? ok? then lets go;

[altruistic-meme]

10 pages later, but i think im done with my list of issues for the doctor. gods im still soooo anxious about how that's going to go though ;;; i am hoping to be able to be pushy right from the start though because i really just don't wanna waste my time with a doctor who isn't going to listen to a damn thing i say.

[shouyuus]

popular host club host!keigo who's constantly the top 1 or 2 in his host club, so he's got a long roster of regulars, but one of them happens to be a good friend of yours who brings you in one day bc you're a bit naive and she thought it was about time you got out there in the world

host!keigo who is no stranger to shy little birdies, but still has a job to do, so he does his usual thing with your friend, asks about her part time job, compliments her new hairstyle, asks if she's gotten that one toner he recommended, before turning to you and offering you a smile and a wink, and is more charmed than a man in his profession should be at the way you turn red and refuse to meet his eyes

host!keigo who keeps it casual, wears relaxed, but chic street-style clothing and keeps his roots bleached well, but almost nothing else, except for the two slits of black he inks into his inner corners; says that they keep his eyes sharp so he can see all his favorite little birds at the club, of course. and suddenly, you can kinda see why your friend likes coming here so much -- the conversation is nice and he's never too pushy, but it's effortless, the way he talks about himself and gets everyone to talk about themselves as well.

host!keigo who's earnest when he asks you about your interest and feels himself smiling when you light up and talk about the things you love -- reading, painting, photography -- your friend cuts in that it's a shame you're too shy to ask him to be a model for one of your projects bc he does photograph really well, to which you blush even harder and keigo wonders briefly if there's something in the air or in the drinks today bc wow is he feeling just a tad lightheaded and from the looks of it so are you.

host!keigo who, when your friends goes to the bathroom, leans across the booth to hand you his card, just a black card with two bright red wings embossed onto the hard cardstock, runs a finger along the line of your cheek, tilts your chin up and says, "if you ever wanna come see me too... i'll make time for you, dove. all you gotta do is ask." but when u tell him, a little too honestly, that you can't afford him, he just looks at you with a little smirk and says "like i said, dove, i'll make time for you." and leaves it at that

host!keigo who texts you good morning and goodnight, who asks you if you've eaten, who, you're pretty sure, on his days off, pings you and asks you what you're doing. so you tell him that you don't have plans and he immediately calls to ask if you want to hang out -- he picks you up at the train station, wearing just a fitted black tee and some loose-fitted jeans, but even then, people are turning around, doing double takes, but he doesn't seem to notice, only grinning and jogging up to meet you, asking if there's anywhere you'd like to go

host!keigo who takes u to the aquarium and then to the park, where you do a few doodles in your notepad. he leans over to watch and even though your first instinct is to hide your work, you let him see it anyway -- something about him makes you want to trust him, and for once, you want to lean into that. he tells you that your art is beautiful, and you ask, before you can stop yourself, if you can draw him, "it'd be my honor, little bird."

host!keigo who makes you laugh by doing the most dramatic poses before leaning up against a tree and closing his eyes and you sketch him out, feeling your heart in your throat, but when you show him, he goes still and quiet, before asking if he can keep it. you nod and hand the sketch over, blushing bc he holds it like it's lost treasure, something he's spent his whole life looking for --

host!keigo who takes you to dollar karaoke, claps and laughs as you try to sing the current idol song, who is, unsurprisingly, fantastic at singing and tells you to pick your favorite song for him to serenade to you, who pays for all the drinks and never asks you to shell out a time; when you try to get the last round, he gently pushes your hand away and says "not today, little bird, i wanna do this so... let me."

host!keigo who, when you ask him if he does this with all his clients, bends down and flicks a bit of hair from your face before his eyes flicker down to your lips, says, "no... only the ones i really, really like."

host!keigo who offers to walk you back to the station but when you get there, he seems hesitant to say something -- when you gently ask about it, he lets out a tiny little laugh, shakes his head and says, "y'know it's weird -- all these years of being a host... i've never felt like this before but... you just -- god, how embarrassing, right? my whole job is to be good at talking to people and here i am, at a loss for words --" he pauses, runs a hand through his hair before turning back towards you with an earnest smile, "guess what im trying to say is... i spend all day tryna make people feel like they're special, like they're the only person in the entire world but... with you... it's the first time someone's made me feel like that and... i kinda wanna be selfish, be greedy and take you somewhere and keep you all to myself but..."

host!keigo who thinks he might be losing his mind when you smile up at him with that brilliant blush of yours and tell him that "if that's what you wanted... i wouldn't mind... if it were you."

[m1ckeyb3rry]

OK FINISHED YUKIS!! This is 5-9 also I’m realizing the overall title of the yuki section is “O Lord” and the first chapter’s title is actually “Honest” but forgot to fix that earlier in the summary oops. But enjoy!!! Gonna start working on Barou’s now

-Karasu anon

5 - The Peak of Happiness

When Kenyu entered high school, his life had been even more fulfilling than it ever was before. With his characteristic dribbling abilities and power to charge on, he became a regular even as a first year. He gained the name “The 1-on-1 Emperor” and became a the center of attention within the prefecture, a new member whom people expected much out of. Through hard work he produced results, and those results give him confidence in himself. His self confidence made him sparkle more and more. Somehow, that very aura had caught the eye of a photographer for a fashion magazine. Kenyu and his friends had traveled to Tokyo, in the process stopping by Harajuku.

“Hey you! Wanna be a model?”

“Huh?”

“What do you say you come join our agency? You’ve got this great aura.”

He has a nice appearance and has a glowing aura. Thanks to his beautician mother, his refined looks had caused him to stand out in the area. Kenyu politely refused

“Sorry, I’m just out here shopping with my friends. I don’t really have any interest in doing something like that.”

“Well, what if I just take one picture of you! Is that alright?”

Kenyu wasn’t sure what that “well” implied, but the photographer seemed really pushy.

“Sorry I can’t. Next month is the Japanese Nationals Championship. I’m afraid something like that would impede a bit.”

“Seriously!? You’re that incredible!? I’ve found a golden egg!” The photographer had let his ramblings slip, clearly getting even more hyped up. Kenyu’s friends came around to ask what was going on, wondering if their friend had just been scouted. He was originally planning on turning the photographer down, but since both his friends were so enthusiastic about it, he got caught up in the excitement. The photographer asked for his name, to which Kenyu gave him. Just like that, Kenyu was swept away into doing a photoshoot right then and there. Photographer asked what his future plans were to which he replied that he was trying to go pro and wanted to become the number one striker in the world. To Kenyu’s unwavering conviction, the photographer matched his enthusiasm. “That’s amazing! If anyone can do it, it’s you!” It wasn’t just lip service. Despite his initial impression, the photographer was also quite pure of heart. He certainly had the aura that made Kenyu think so.

A handsome soccer player egg. The pics of Kenyu were featured in a magazine geared towards the current decade’s male fashion scene. It seems it was widely well received. Next month, the editor and photographer purposely came all the way out to Miyazaki for a photoshoot. Kenyu had come to regularly appear in the magazine. The talent agency had reached out to him, leading him to ask his parents for advice. In the end, he signed with the agency. This time, he was shooting as a full body model and would be published on a full page of the magazine issue. Receiving praise for his looks and his athleticism, his previous popularity that was limited to his prefecture had expanded to the entire nation. After one look at him, girls would flock to his games from other prefectures bearing fan service handheld fans, forming their own military force to cheer him on. Receiving their support, Kenyu was honestly happy. They call him strong and amazing while he plays soccer and cool and handsome during his model activities.

Everyday was fun. And from those days, he established a core value: I’m, undoubtedly, one of the chosen ones. He’s made it this far in life, having been constantly watched over and chosen. If he lives honestly, following his heart, people will gather and connect. Thus, he will be blessed by the people. There isn’t anything he’s afraid of. He’ll live as he is, purely as himself. For now, all he needs to do is keep trying his best in soccer. Then, someday, he’ll be on the National team, win the World Cup, and become the world’s number 1 striker. Not once had he thought that this dream was overambitious. All he needs to do is believe. As long as he keeps living honestly, this dream, too, will surely come true. To be chosen, and to be watched over. God is watching over me. That’s what Kenyu believed from the bottom of his heart, without a hint of doubt. It was only after two years time that he had realized that was the happiest era of his life, in the season where the cherry blossoms scatter once again.

6- A Lifetime’s Worth of Tears

It was the spring of his third year in high school. Yukimiya Kenyu was the ace of Soranin High School, the year that would be their ticket to Nationals, Kenyu’s last year of high school. In his first and second year, he was a regular on the team. Both times they made it to Nationals, but lost after one match. But this year will be different. As ace and captain, he’ll definitely lead the team to victory. If they have the power of the 1-on-1 Emperor on their side, they can achieve it. He’s been waiting to be scouted to go pro too. If they win, they’ll definitely catch the recruiters’ eyes! To Kenyu, it was a future he didn’t have to worry about. After practice, he walked home with his teammates. Just in case it was to rain, practice was held inside the gym, though it didn’t make it any less grueling. His teammates noticed that Kenyu had paused, asking him what was wrong.

“Sorry…my eyes..it’s just…they’re kinda blurry.”

In front of him were his two friends, holding onto their umbrellas. The rain narrowed his field of view and the sky was already gloomy. But there was a darkness, different from that of the sky, that was blotting his vision. No, his field of vision was being eaten away by a black haze. His friends asked if he was okay, to which he tried to focus on their faces, but to no avail. They still remained hazy, and he couldn’t see them clearly. He thought a good night’s sleep would have it fixed by morning, but by the next day, his vision was still out of sorts. Kenyu’s vision had never been good, but it seems like lately, it’s been deteriorating a lot more. Just in case, he decided to visit an eye doctor at a large hospital. Surgery to fix vision does exist, so Kenyu wonders if that’s something he needs to consider if he wants to go pro. That’s about as far as he thought, but his diagnosis was something he never would’ve imagined.

“When you’re tired, your field of vision narrows and blind spots appear. You have optic neuropathy.”

He’s an old doctor, well known and reputable in the region, but with a kind tone of voice, he had straightforwardly informed Kenyu of his diagnosis.

“The progression of the disease cannot be stopped, accompanied by headaches and nausea, and in the worst cases…complete blindness.”

In the worst cases, complete blindness.

“But with proper treatment, we can slow its progression. For the most part, you don’t need to worry about going completely blind. You can continue living your everyday life and your model activities without any issues.”

The examination room was quiet. Even with the doctor’s kind tone and the slow speed he spoke, Kenyu was unable to process the information immediately. Blindness. Model. Everyday life. Kenyu had felt feelings he had never felt before. As if his legs had been crushed, it was a chilling feeling that sent shivers down his spine. For the first time in his life, he felt fear.

Pushing away his fears, he asked the doctor, “Um…what about soccer…..?”

The doctor remained silent for a moment, then proceeded to answer carefully, not letting is kind tone waver.

“You’ll be able to play it as a hobby…but if you continue playing as you have now while the disease progresses….honestly I think it may be a bit difficult…”

Kenyu’s legs shook and his hands turned cold.

“Unfortunately, I can’t say that the path to becoming pro would be extremely hard..”

The doctor’s kind voice. The cruel verdict.

Why…why me…

The shaking in his body had spread as his body ran cold.

“Doctor…I haven’t…done anything bad before..”, Kenyu had squeezed out in a wavering voice. He’d never done anything to make God hate him. All he did was try his best in soccer. He hadn’t done anything unfair or unjust. He just immersed himself in soccer, honestly and purely.

Why is it being taken…away from me…

Like a whining child, his voice was shaken with tears.

“I wanted to become number 1 in soccer…it’s not right…this situation….I don’t accept it…”

Holding his shaking body, he lets his tears fall. Once after the other, they poured like down his face as he collapsed onto the bed.

“Give me…back my dream…” I don’t care about anything else. He couldn’t bring himself to say those last words. The real Kenyu is shy and stoic. He’s a small boy who doesn’t talk to friends and sits quietly at his seat. He took up everything he had to lead that Kenyu to where he is now. He couldn’t believe that God would do something so cruel. The joy when he bought his first soccer ball. The day he played soccer with Cannavaro. The times he’d laugh with his teammates at soccer school. And up until just yesterday, when he had been trying with all his might to win the National Championship. To get on the Japanese National team, win the World Cup, and become the world’s number one striker, the version of himself he believed in just up until this very moment. It felt like everything was a distant lie. In despair, he doesn’t want to lose anything. His tears continue to fall with no end.

“Why…why..no…I still…”

Crying a lifetime’s worth of tears, he couldn’t stop sobbing.

“I know..Yukimiya.”

The doctor gets on his knees and places his hands on Kenyu’s shoulders.

“We’ll do everything we can. I’ll support your journey in becoming pro all I can. But your condition will progress. The time in which you’ll be able to showcase your skills is limited. Even with all that, do you still want to follow your dream..?”

Finally, Kenyu raised his head. He shouldn’t give up on his dream. It’s still possible.

“….Yes.” His tears had dried as he grabbed onto the small glimmer of hope.

God had once again….looked after me…

7-In my heart

From then on, Kenyu devoted himself to soccer more than he ever had before, because someday, he wouldn’t be able to play anymore. So in the limited time he had before his eyes fully deteriorated, he wanted to go all in. He couldn’t waste his time scrolling away on his phone or hanging out with friends. When he had free time, he spent it all running around or studying soccer tactics. I’ve gotta be more efficient, gotta perfect it, gotta do more….

It was very in character for one-track minded Kenyu. His stoicism, honesty, and determination all came together to realize the ultimate short-period training boot camp regimen. I don’t have time. To me…time….

“Hey, hasn’t Yukki been kinda scary lately?”, a teammate had commented while Kenyu wasn’t in the room. He had quickly gone home right after practice had ended. “I know what you mean. If you make even a small mistake, he gets pissed. It is our fault for causing slip ups though..”, a teammate, who got yelled at by Kenyu today to stay focused, shrugged in response.

“No that’s not what I meant….er how should I put this…he gets so angry it’s like he’s about to cry.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

A bystander who had heard their conversation interjected, expressing his agreement in Kenyu’s recent behavior.

“It seems like Yukki’s really in a rush, almost like he’s being chased by something”, the newcomer had said. He had been always honest and stoic, but now it seems he’s not as much so. In the past, he would walk home with his friends, chatting about pointless things. He’d even wave at his fangirls waiting at the school gates. Now, he didn’t talk to anyone unless needed, and he blatantly ignored his fans. He had no leeway in his life, and it was like he couldn’t see anything but soccer.

“What could he be running from? He’s been blessed with everything.”

Kenyu hadn’t talked to anyone but his parents about his eye condition, so no one knew about it. Talent, appearance, popularity, physicality. He had it all, so his teammates were couldn’t understand what was going on.

If I don’t hurry and show results….I’ve gotta find the fastest route to joining the National team..!…damn it…!….damn it….!!

When Kenyu got home, he reflected on today’s practice in the shower. His ideal play that would lead the team to championship victory, he couldn’t afford to have his teammates’ mistakes. Filled with frustration and haste, his body grew hot, but he knew this anger shouldn’t be poured all out onto his teammates.

Calm down…this..isn’t like me.

He reflected on the missed moves and took a deep breath.

I don’t know how many years I have left, but if I just live honestly, God will certainly watch over me. That’s why definitely…..” Definitely? Suddenly, Kenyu was scared. His dream of the World Cup felt too far. If someday his disease takes a turn for the worst, he might not be able to play soccer anymore. Hadn’t it seemed like God had casted his dream, his dream of achieving everything he could ever wish for, right into the pits of hell. But Kenyu had been discovered, chosen, and watched after. So surely, that couldn’t be the case. After he fulfills his dream, he would even be okay with quitting soccer. He lives now for the sake of that one moment of joy. But try as hard as he might, he wondered why he felt like he was falling deeper into a hopeless abyss. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to go pro with his own strength. And even if he manages to go pro, if he doesn’t play in the World Cup, then it’ll all be over. Maybe his hard work is all in vain. Maybe he should just quit while he’s ahead. If he gives up on soccer now, he could become a full time model. The staff at the agency had already tried to persuade him several times. He isn’t bound by just one path to the future. No….but….that’s not what he really wants to do. He wants to play soccer. He wants to be the world’s number one soccer player. Kenyu shook his head. Don’t hesitate. After all, he hasn’t done anything wrong. He’s put his all into doing my best. It’d be strange if there were no payout. He’ll fulfill his dream, surely, if he doesn’t give up now….but that was just a convenient delusion, some dreams do get destroyed. There aren’t any guarantees. He calmly told himself that, let the thoughts run around his head, and once again became rather scared. As if he’d been sprinting with all his might, alone, along the edge of a cliff, he was terrified. He was shaken, and tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn’t sleep. He was haunted by a horror-filled night. As if he were just clinging on, he watched heart-warming movies and listened to happy music to try and soothe himself. Even if the future stole soccer from him, “Soccer isn’t all there is to life”, is what he thought to himself. He reaffirmed is weak, insecure self with that reasoning, by hearing that that was okay, and then proceeded to look for uplifting music. The movies and music worked like a tranquilizer, calming him down, helping Kenyu somehow make it through day by day.

8- Story:

The preliminaries that would determine the prefecture’s representatives thus began.

“As expected of the 1-on-1 emperor!” “Yukki! Yukki! Yukki!” The fans, who knew nothing about his eye condition, yelled out their supporting chants as their team won their first match without a hitch. Before, Kenyu would smile back at the supporters, but now he didn’t have the time to spare to do so. If they lose, it’s all over. As that sentiment lingered in his mind, he was unable to sleep. The road from qualifiers to the national championship was a long one. His heart raced at the thought. But lack of sleep would accelerate his disease, so he wanted to get a full 8 hours of sleep. As his anxiety continued, he was still unable to fall asleep. The days where he was unable to fall asleep, awake until the sun rose, continued. One day, he thought to look for some white noise. He blearily picked up his phone and began to search and found the perfect playlist. Whispering vocals played along with a heartwarming melody. He had never heard this song before. Closing his eyes and listening to the music, he finally fell into slumber. He woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. From the song his listened to last night, one phrase remained in his mind. “God doesn’t give us trials we can’t overcome.” He didn’t know whose song this was. He doesn’t know if he really heard it or if he was dreaming, but that phrased became his crutch. Trials that we can overcome…he repeated those words over and over in his mind. To himself, that was crying, terrified at the thought of his eye disease. To himself, who hadn’t given up on soccer. The versions of himself that had seemed so scattered had come together and become one. “As I thought, God has been watching over me. God will never give me trials that I can’t overcome..” Both his weak self and his hardworking self had been acknowledged. It’ll be okay, he’ll overcome his trials. Kenyu had gained his confidence, stronger than ever before.

“How is it, Doctor…?” It was the day of his scheduled visit to the eye doctor. He was getting new glasses made and needed to get his prescription checked.

“They look good on you.

These are a pair of new glasses to commemorate how smoothly your treatment is going. It’s a good thing, maintaining it your condition. It’s by no means cured, but it hasn’t gotten worse…I think it’s safe to say you can continue carrying on comfortably and easily”, the doctor replied with a thumbs up. Kenyu was relieved. Everytime, he had been on the verge of tears, so scared to find out the results of his medical exam. This time, it was different though.

“Doctor…I’ve finally come to terms with my condition.”

“Is that so? That’s good.”

His heart had calmed. The doctor spoke in his kind tone, just as he always had.

“‘God never gives us trials we can’t overcome.’ That’s what I said, right? I was given this trial, and that’s why it must be destiny that I’ll overcome it.” As long as he doesn’t give up, he’ll surely fulfill his dreams. That’s what he believes. That’s his story.

From then one, he team steadily advanced. With his deadly plays, Kenyu lead the team through consecutive overwhelming victories. He completely overwhelmed other schools’ teams, ultimately qualifying for nationals.

Yes! First step complete. Perhaps because he had overcome his doubts, he was able to properly express his gratitude to the enthusiastic fans with a bow. He was able to share his joy with his cheering teammates.

But the real battle begins now. Winning Nationals, getting scouted, getting on the National team, winning the World Cup. If he takes them on step by step, he’ll definitely get closer to his dream. Though his time is limited, he can still see it. He can still fight! He can still…!

The next day, a letter from the JFU had arrived at Kenyu’s house. “You’ve been specially selected by the Japanese Football Union” it read. Yes, he got it….! His thoughts had become his conviction, and a refreshing smile appeared on Kenyu’s face. As long as he keeps pushing forward honestly, God with surely watch over him. Surely.

….God….no, Ego Jinpachi had been watching over him. To Kenyu, he couldn’t tell if this man was a god or a devil. The answer lies in Blue Lock. We’re still in the middle of Kenyu’s story. Just go, honestly, straightforwardly, with all your might. Believe in your dream of becoming the world’s best striker. Yukimiya Kenyu, with his unbreakable hope in his heart, smiling without a doubt, continued onwards towards the prison. What he didn’t know, was that within the confines of Blue Lock awaited an egoist (Isagi Yoichi) that he had never met before.

kenyu yukimiya ily 🥹 GET MY MAN OFF THE BENCH 🗣️ because i already loved him sm but reading these is making me just want to give him a hug 😭😭😭 my baby

[otaku553]

How goes the fma x albedo fic? I hope that doesn't sound pushy, I'm genuinely curious. And in that vein, do you have any little drabbles you may have written or want to write? Especially with your recent kny ocs/yourself and your siblings. That'd be super fun to read about! Your art AND your writing is so freaking good, the moment I see you've posted something new on your blog I'm clicking it so fast. Same with your ao3 account ❤️

Thank you for the kind words!!! Currently not working on any fics, since I just came out of 10 weeks of summer research where my days began at 8 am and ended at 9 pm for probably less than minimum wage hahaha (doing research is a Bit Sad but I get a whole month to relax before classes start again so thank goodness for that)

I do however!!! Have a lot of plans!!! If you’re interested you can read more below!

Plans include but are not limited to:

Finally working on Homuncular Nature again!! I definitely do have a lot of plans and cool scenes playing out in my head for the next chapter, it’ll just come down to when I actually put pen to paper (or stylus to iPad) to actually organize and write them all. The road block I think is that I have seen neither Albedo nor fmab very recently and all my concrete ideas are for around the 30 episode mark for fmab, the turning point with the first actual confrontation against father and the subsequent Briggs arc.

Rewriting Ten Thousand Maple Leaves! A lot of people have been very kind but I think I missed the mark with my first chapter to be honest. My writing has gotten a lot wordier and less succinct, which feels like I’m filling a chapter more with fluff and unnecessary description than actual content. I think I also dislike how I characterized Sanemi and how quickly Kazuha was willing to agree with things. Writing both of them is kind of a difficult challenge tbh! I think in rewriting it I want to give back to Kazuha more of his vagrant role in the games, where he is avoiding the law for reasons somewhat out of his control.

Ebisu siblings content! I think it might be fun to try having them interact with more of the canon characters in kny but I also think there’s some value in a complete sort of outsider point of view when inserting characters into a piece of media. I feel like whenever I see self inserts I see a lot of ocs making themselves indispensable and making meaningful relationships with existing characters that way and that’s totally valid! That’s a lot of what I do for crossovers as well. I think when it comes to my own ocs though, I want them to feel grounded in some form and the reality of it is that none of the characters I make based on myself or real people are that impressive or remarkable. But I also think there’s a lot of value in showing smaller scale things outside of the main interactions and plot to show that even though we aren’t remarkable, we still have our own meaningful connections and ideologies and stories :) in the end the Ebisu siblings are a lot more visual though so I may just continue making doodles and art without writing anything haha

Kirby & Meta Knight ageswap AU: I was mostly doing this on my ask-gikabi sideblog in short form comics, but I lost sight of what I wanted to do after making the discord and starting to interact with some of the people who followed it. I think a lot of people are inspired and have their own very cool ideas that I wanted to take into account but then eventually it was no longer my story or the story I wanted to tell, which is why I’m thinking of restarting it as a fic. This one is still in very rough idea stage though, I have honestly no clue how I’m even going to begin organizing it

Yanfei ace attorney crossover: this one’s just pure crack lmao I would definitely write it as crack taken seriously but I think this is fun to explore just for small ideas that pop up every now and then, i.e. yanfei is semi-immortal because she’s half adeptus so it would be Really Funny to me if she showed up in dgs era, got her attorney’s license, went into hiding after it became obvious that she wasn’t aging, and then re-emerged after rebranding herself as her own daughter or granddaughter. That, and I have a lot of fun imagining someone as pragmatic as yanfei trying to get through the sheer chaos of aa despite being otherworldly

Continuing winter weather advisory: I got to a really good point in that fic and was rereading it today like,,, damn I wrote that? And it would be fun to see where I planned on going with it so I do want to also try working on that a bit if I can

Kazuha & Kunikuzushi role swap au: this is something I posted about a Long While ago but it’s an idea I continue to be fascinated with :) I especially enjoy how these two characters could have had completely different roles and personalities depending on how their pasts happened (with wanderer being so nice and turning so bitter and kazuha growing up so spoiled (for lack of a better word) and turning out so weary and yet kind

Link click and mha crossover: this one is honestly just a very recent idea but I think it would be fun to make a drabble on how lightime photo studio would be able to continue operating even in another world and the trouble they might get into for illegal quirk usage and what using cheng xiaoshi’s powers in a world where being able to tell the future is canonically possible would entail

I have!! So many ideas!! And not enough time or motivation to actually write any of them most of the time :’)

But I’m very glad to hear that you enjoy them and look forward to my posts!! :D I really hope I can work on some of these over the last month of summer vacation that I have :)

[werebutch]

as respectfully as i can say this, i think it's unkind to say that trans people with different mindsets abt genitals don't have 'actual' dysphoria.

unless phallo/meta surgery outcomes advance a LOT in my lifetime i'll never be able to get a dick, so i've done a lot of work on my mindset in order to survive. just because i can talk about it/find a way to feel attractive despite my situation doesn't mean the dysphoria is fake.

i think you're a really nice and considerate person, i really don't mean to be a jerk or pushy or anything by this ask!

It was an admittedly rude joke + i understand that some trans people cant get or dont want some surgeries.. because i am one. im on the same page with you, i wouldn’t get phallo unless it advances and maybe not even at all. Truly have no idea bc im young. right now in my life i dont even plan to get my boobs fully removed because im dissatisfied with how plus size peoples’ scars currently look. So i understand. Genuinely appreciate this and not trying to sound sarcastic. Its really not my problem (and irl i dont make it my problem.. not to pat myself on the back but im an extremely pleasant person. And genuine about it. So i understand people assuming that im an evil fake bitch, but that is just not it LMFAO) but it greatly pisses me off to hear transmasculine people just straight up say that hormones and surgery are gross, or they dont want it despite being trans, i guess because of how badly i want it myself lol. I guess its good that people dont feel like they have to rush into transitioning but its just really really bizarre to me that a lot of transmasculine people my age are just straight up not wanting to medically transition at all. I think that they might want to unpack the reason for that. Its kind of like the immature feeling you get in school when you hear a classmate complain about a complete non-issue in their life, acting like its horrible, while youre going through your own actual hell in your own life that you have to keep quiet about… YOU KNOW LOL?

[britt-kageryuu]

Mikeys performing a ballet this stream. He's performing a heavily altered retelling of Princess Tutu, Shelldon and River helping, by playing necessary characters, and controlling the sets.

Mikey is currently at the point where it shifts from season 1 into season 2. They take an intermission, and Mikey still dressed as Princess Tutu starts talking to chat.

"I really need to actually figure out how to do the ending of this." He states while toweling off a bit, and since it was only his model dressed, not himself, it looked a little like he was randomly rubbing his sides.

Chat is singing praises of the production so far, especially since they had to condense alot of parts to keep in a time frame. Though some are exclaiming about the fact that Mikey doesn't have the ending fully planned Half way through the performance.

River comes over with parts of the Black Swan/Raven costume. "Well it can be done with some effects, but I don't think we can achieve the crow army that attacks you." She explains while putting the costume on. "I still find it weird that I'm playing Rue, and Shelldons Fakir," River pauses to try fixing the head piece that keeps leaning to the side, "But the alternative is him playing Muto, and we end up love interests. Which is a big NOPE from both of us!"

"If worse comes to worse, we just make cut this part way, and do a part 2 later." Mikey shrugs while taking a drink, "Alright everybody, let's run a poll on cutting this short, and doing a part 2 later, or just improvising the end. Starting Now!"

The poll pops up, and while that happens Mikey flops on a large pillow to rest a bit.

Shelldon flies in with a black wig and a little uniform on. He also flops onto the pillow.

"Dudes, I'm so tired, how much longer is this gonna keep going?" He complains while flapping his front limbs. His tail is loudly smacking the pillow in annoyance.

"Well the poll is almost done, so we may end this in a few minutes, or this might continue for maybe an hour?" River replied to her brother, while contemplating taking off the costume or not.

DING DING DING

"Oh the poll is over!" Mikey leans over to check the results. "Well, it seems a majority of you want us to stop, and polish up the ending instead of just winging it!"

Shelldon flies into the air shouting in joy while flinging off the costume.

River sighs, and calmly removes the costume parts she put on, "I guess this is preferable to it might not working out. Uncle M, what are we going to do for the rest of the scheduled stream?"

Mikey thought it over for a minute, "How about we make a quick mock up, and how chat give their opinions?"

"Okay, let's grab the right equipment for this!" River agrees, before turning the stream to a BRB video of the cartoony turtles popping in and saying random turtle facts. Like 'Red Eared Sliders actually tend to be very pushy, bossy turtles, which might explain some things!'

Chat is enjoying the video reel. And asking if this was part of Mikeys past commission.

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Masterpost

I looked up a few different Ballets, because Swan Lake is popping up alot already, but couldn't find any that would work, so Princess Tutu a somewhat abridged ballet.

[ymnfilter]

Hey I'm new and I'm a huge doctor who fan, You do not know much of a shock it was to go on to the Rose/Doctor tag and just see a basically a 100K story I got so excited! Until I realized it wasn't complete, So I'm jumping on here before I get by hopes up too much—because unfortunately I read the one shot where the doctor is a simp in all regenerations And I adored it, Like normally in these stories when they meet out of order Rose is the one falling in love and he's the one with all the info Which adds a difference to them power dynamic that I never liked. But I love the twist on it. And I always adore the doctor as a simp for Rose in any context! is this just you reposting an old story that you don't intend to finish or reigniting an old passion for an old work? And please don't take this the wrong way, I am in no means trying to be nosy or pushy. And I'm truly sorry if this comes off that way! (You can't really get tone from text, So I'm always a little bit nervous when asking these questions) Thanks for answering if you can! 😁

Hii!!! It has been a while since I've been able to go on either ao3 or tumblr. (Life got in the way big time 😬😬) When I logged in yesterday, I saw that there were a bunch of messages asking about my dw fics, daffodils in particular,

I honestly thought, at the time, that deleting those fics was the right thing to do. I had given up on becoming a writer, and i did not want any reminders that would make me feel bad for giving up.

It was such a stupid decision, especially since I did end up writing again, and now am alhmd writing professionally.

There were wayyy too many asks in my inbox for me to answer them all, and some were so old that I would just feel awkward replying to them all. So, instead I mass uploaded all of daffodils that I had saved on my drive.

I do miss writing for the dw fandom, but I am also currently working on an original fiction that takes up most of my brain space. I remember daffodils in particular took a lot of time to plan and write. I cannot definitively say if I will update it or not. I'm sorry I can't give you a straightforward answer.

Though, I will say I did leave the fic on a good enough note that you won't be frustrated by a cliff hanger or anything like that even if it takes me a while to update.

Again, thank you for reading my fics!

(To all the people who did write to me about the fics, I am so sorry if it felt like I was ignoring you. I saw most of the submissions just yesterday and the first thing I did was reupload daffodils. I will also reupload all the rest of the fics in due time. Thank you for reading. You guys have literally made me the writer that I am. I love you, and though I could not answer you all individually, just know I read every single one of your asks, and I will try my best to be a lot more active on here from now 😘😘)

[trkstrnd]

Ya know, i find interesting that once Carlos realized TK was "the one," he really just fully assimilated into the 126 crew and TK's circle and just kind of checked out whatever and whoever was left of his past personal life. It's almost like he was searching his entire life for the life line that he had and then that was it for him.

It's just real interesting to me, because it kind of actually really unhealthy to do that (or it is in real life)- BUT, I do think with TK, it's the only time he has EVER been truly happy.

i agree with you nonnie

and this may not be something that you might be looking for, but i feel like this is a perfect example of why i am pretty positive that carlos reyes is autistic.

i guess tw fan headcanoning mental illness but i have done such a dive into this as an autistic person myself.

i don’t know how it happened, but i’m pretty positive that carlos is my special interest, so when i look at him, i like to break down and analyze every facet of him and his character.

this means who he is how he dresses how he acts what he does, and this current canon plot (even though i hate it), really hammers it home for me.

carlos always grew up different, too “soft” for gabe. he was constantly outcasted by his family, and now by canon standards we are pretty sure he only had one friend in school (that we know of). so when we look at all of the things that went into this (shitty ass) plot point, we see the following.

-outcasted

-low support system

-loner

-people pleaser

-one really good friend

-acting out in ways that will make him fit in.

when you look at these together: they form a mask.

carlos has been masking his entire life, trying to be big and strong for his dad, trying to be the perfect son for his mom. he had one single friend who knew everything about him and he never really branched out because he was afraid of inconveniencing or burdening other people. his entire past life was one big neurotypical comphet mask that he lived until he found tk.

he’s absolutely terrified that any small minute shift in that mask will ruin things with everyone he cares about. it’s why he told his parents tj was his friend, and why he deflected when to got upset and asked why. he didn’t know what his reaction would be, so he took the only way where he knew the outcome. he knew tk was going to leave either way, but if he refused to tell him the truth, then the truth couldn’t disappoint him.

furthermore, he’s hyperexpressive (another learned trait in his masking) and he sometimes lets it slip for just a second, and something comes out (2.08: “but you seemed so happy.”). he tries his best to react normally in high stress situations, but it’s a lot more difficult in their personal life because he feels safer with tk and feels like he can be himself around him (2.13, the specific expression he has when tk tells him that copper is at the door), but when he’s in work mode, the only thing you’ll get from him most of the time is a jaw clench.

and he’s not fully unmasked around tk all the time. he’s getting there, but the rage punching was a perfect example of him not necessarily knowing how to regulate or process his emotions, so they manifest into rage and he takes it out on the punching bag.

and HOO BOY he stims. he rubs his hands together, rubs his knees, tends to clasp his hands in public or cross his arms.

he also hyperfixates on things to a point where it can get unhealthy at times (3.05, watching that nanny can until the /sun was up/, not sleeping?). it’s why he’s a good cop and possible detective. he’s pushy and not easily distracted and he doesn’t let anything get in the way of what he wants, because he’s chasing the dopamine.

he hates when his plans are derailed or ruined. he knows when something is wrong because he’s good at picking up patterns in people since he is so hyperaware. it’s a defense mechanism.

he also has a hard time understanding nuanced situations like cooper and the whole friend from work debacle. he tends to over or under react because he’s not sure how to navigate the situation and his feelings.

and finally, relating back to the ask, i agree that carlos never was truly happy until he found tk, because tk kind of helps him navigate the world that is good for both of them. the perfect example of this is in 3.18, while he’s trying to give the speech, and paul and marjan and nancy interrupt because they know where it’s going. carlos looks like he’s about to murder someone for a split secind and he whispers something to tk, but tk is giddy and squeezes his hand because the message was received regardless of the heartfelt speech.

tk is his lifeline. he helps him navigate and understand the world around him, and carlos is able to be his fullest and truest self with him.

i think you’re right, nonnie. he wanted to get rid of his life before because he finally found something worth living for.

tl;dr: carlos reyes is autistic and never fit in until he found tk and realized he doesn’t need to fit in to be loved.

[broiderie]

Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 19

Here it is! The next chapter. I know I normally update on weekends, but I'm currently working those as well as week days. SO - I'll be updating as I can throughout the month of May.

Warnings: pushy drunk, alcohol, cussing, Mayan men... I think that's it. If I missed anything, please let me know.

Also - don't steal my shit.

A few minutes later, Bishop came back inside. “Hey, Poquito, come on out to the ring. The Reaper’s getting in the cage with one of the Oakland boys. I want you to see his style.”

Megan smiled. “Sure, Padrino.” Hank helped her to stand and steadied her. She offered him her hand to pull him up. 

Hank kissed it. “Go on with Bish, mi princessa. I’ll be right there. I need the bathroom.”

She smiled down at him and leaned to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Okay.” She turned to Bishop, who offered her his arm, and followed him out to the ring.

After Hank finished in the bathroom, he stopped at the bar to retrieve Megan a bottle of water. A girl he vaguely recognized from Vickie’s gave it to him with a flirty smile. “Here you go, Sweetheart. Need anything else?” she asked, batting over done lashes at him.

“Nope. I’m good.” He turned to head outside when she grabbed his hand to slip her number into it. 

“Call me if you change your mind, handsome.”

Hank shook his head and sat the piece of paper on the counter. “Mi Reina is outside. No thanks,” he said, flashing the crown tattoo on his wrist. He turned again and whistled for Rex so that he could go join Megan by the ring.

Venus was standing by the outside door and chuckled at him. “Remind me to educate your sweetbutts about a taken man before I go home, Sugar. They were apparently raised by wolves.”

Hank chuckled with her and offered to escort her outside wordlessly. “She’s lucky Megan is still so sensitive. Give it a month and mi princessa will be taking them apart for that shit.”

Venus smiled and accepted Hank’s arm. “You are a good man, Hank Loza.”

Hank shook his head. “Just one who knows he’s found his queen. Megan deserves that.”

They found Megan by the side of the cage where Tig was fighting. She was perched on the picnic bench with Chibs on one side and Bishop on the other. The men were analyzing the match out loud for her benefit. The Oakland Mayan was coming out the worse for wear, much to Bishop’s disappointment. 

Hank guided Venus to seat beside Chibs before climbing up to sit on the table with Megan between his feet. Without removing her eyes from the match, she settled easily against his warmth and kissed his wrist tattoo in greeting. Rex settled himself in front of her with his eyes on the crowd. 

“Watch his left, Poquito. He’s been holding back. Won’t be much longer…” Bishop muttered.

Chibs laughed. “I warned you Tiggy was a sure bet, Bishop. He was Samcro SAA for years.”

Megan smiled as well. “He is good - but he’s not invincible, Chibs. He loses power if the fight goes too long. And he doesn’ focus his power much…” 

Bishop grinned at her, surprised. “You’re right, Poquito. You’ve been listening more than I thought you had.” He patted her knee nearest him. “A years time and you’ll be an absolute goddess in the ring if you want to be.”

“Aye. The lass analyzes well,” Chibs agreed, sipping his whiskey. “Lemme know when her first fight is. I’d like ta see it.”

Megan laughed. “I don’t plan on competing much. I just like to spend time with my tío in the ring.”

Bishop smiled proudly again, but winced as the Oakland member hit the mat, out cold. He pulled out his wallet and handed Chibs fifty dollars. 

Chibs pocketed the money smugly as Venus shook her head. “Really, gentlemen?”

Both men shrugged as Tig made his way out of the ring and reclaimed his kutte and shirt. Then he beelined to Venus to claim a victory kiss. Finally he turned to the watching group. “Well, Little Bit - did you learn anything?” Tig asked jokingly.

Bishop chuckled with a wicked twinkle in his eye. “We learned that Poquito can analyze a fight pretty well.”

“Oh yeah?” Tig grinned cockily. “And what did she say?”

Marcus joined the group chuckling. “Probably the same thing we’ve told you a million times.”

“Pretty damn close,” Bishop said with a laugh.

Tig groaned. “Really, Little Bit? Gonna side against me here?”

Megan shrugged. “You don’t focus as much power into your hits as you could and that makes you tire quicker as the fight goes on because you’re having to hit more to do the same amount of damage. Too much expended energy.”

Hank chuckled and kissed the back of Megan’s head. “You tell ‘im, baby. Maybe he’ll listen to you.”

They all laughed. 

“Who’s next in the ring?” Marcus asked, sipping his beer.

Bishop shrugged. “I say we throw a couple of prospects in the ring for entertainment.”

Megan giggled. “Are you TRYING to get the Reaper boy killed? EZ would send him to the moon if he hit him.”

Chibs grinned. “Tha’ lass has a point. I wish ya’ were in fightin’ form, Lass. I’d like ta see ya train.”

“She’ll be in the ring when she’s healed,” said Taza as he joined them. “And even then it’ll be for training only. She has a caballero for honor fights.”

Hank tugged her further into the shelter of his body and smiled. “Always.:

Megan grinned up at him. “Arthur and Guinevere.”

Tig rolled his eyes. “Alright. Enough sappy shit. I wanna see Tranq in action.”

Hank shook his head. “Not tonight if I can help it. I’m sticking close to the Birthday Girl.”

Chibs winked at Megan. “Aye. Gotta be in full working order when you get him home, right Lass?”

Megan smiled up at him in faux innocence. “Of course. If he’s too sore, who will carry me to bed?”

Taza snorted into his beer as Marcus grinned. 

When Megan shivered the first time, Hank suggested moving back inside. A couple of hang arounds were in the cage, but it was nothing to hold her interest anyway. They excused themselves and headed back inside with Megan tucked securely under Hank’s arm.

Inside they found Angel and Coco shooting a game of pool against Quinn and T.O. Gilly sat on the sidelines making smart remarks and sipping a beer. Hank settled Megan on the couch nearest the pool table with her back to a wall. Then he went to find her jacket and something warm for her to drink at the bar.

While he was gone, Gilly made his way over to sit on Megan’s couch. She could smell the beer on him and saw how unsteady he was as he walked. “Havin’ fun, Princessa?” he asked, sitting just a little closer than Megan liked.

Megan rubbed at Rex’s ears distractedly as she kept a careful eye on the Mayan. “Mostly,” she answered honestly.

“What’s not fun? I’ll make it go away. Let Gilly make it better,” he said grinning crookedly.

Megan shifted uncomfortably and Rex shifted to put himself between her and the bigger man. “Crowds make me nervous, that’s all.” She glanced to see Hank adding honey to the tea he’d had EZ brew her behind the bar. “I’m okay though.”

“Aww. Maybe a drink would help you loosen up? Just one…” Gilly suggested, slurring his words and leaning closer to her offering her his beer bottle.

“Hey! Gilly! Back off, man. Leave Ma alone. You can have the next game,” Coco offered, watching his best friend warily.

“I ain’t doin’ nothin’. We’re just talkin’, right Princessa?” Gilly said glaring at Coco.

Rex shifted again to stand firmly between Gilly and Megan. He wasn’t quite growling, but he was definitely alerted to his owner’s discomfort. Megan wrapped her good hand in the dog’s collar cautiously. “GIlly, you know I don’t drink. Hank’s getting me some tea. He’ll be back in a minute.” Megan glanced shakily toward the bar to see Hank talking to EZ about something. She shifted to put herself further away from the large man on the couch. 

“Ah - fuck Princessa…” Gilly dropped his head and sighed as he saw her moving away. “Am I being an ass?”

Coco swore loudly. “You’re about to be dog food, Estúpido.” He snatched Gilly’s beer away. “Sorry, Megan. He’s a damn pushy drunk.”

Megan nodded and swallowed shakily. “Go sober up, Gilly. You can apologize tomorrow.”

Angel appeared and hauled his friend up by the shirt collar. “Don’t worry, Princessa. He will. We’ll make sure of it.” He shoved him roughly towards the other side of the room and followed him, cussing in Spanish.

Megan relaxed and took a deep breath, releasing Rex’s collar as she did. She shook out her hand to ease the cramping from holding the dog’s collar so tight.

“You alright, Ma? Need me to get Hank? Or Taza?” Coco asked, squatting in front of her. “We won’t let him do that again. We got distracted by the game. I’m sorry.”

Megan smiled, but it trembled. “I’m good. Did you win?”

Coco laughed and flashed a couple of hundred dollar bills at her. “Don’t I always? Soon enough we’ll team up and take everyone down - charter by charter. You and me, Ma.”

That made Megan laugh and her shoulders relaxed. “We’ll see. I think Hank and I can take you on.”

“Take him on in what, mi amore?” Hank asked with a smile. He handed Megan the warm mug of tea. “Sorry. The Prospect had a question.”

“Thank you, Baby,” Megan said as she took a sip. “And I was saying that I think you and I could beat Coco and Angel pretty solidly at pool.”

Hank chuckled and sat next to her, sliding her jacket around her shoulders. “I think you already proved we can, Princessa. Pretty solidly at that. What’d Gilly do to piss off Angel? He’s got the prospect taking him home in the van.”

Coco snorted and cut off Megan as she started to answer. “His drunk ass was flirting with Megan. You know how he is. We’ll make sure he apologizes - properly - in the morning.” He patted Megan’s knee. “La Princessa handled him, but Angel figured we better remove his ass before Rex ate him. Be bad for the dog’s digestion.”

Hank stiffened and shot a look at Megan. “You alright, mi Princessa? Drunk or not - his ass can get in the cage…”

Megan handed Coco her tea for a second so that she could squeeze Hank’s fingers with her good hand. “I’m alright, Baby. Not my first pushy drunk. He’ll apologize tomorrow.” She pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “If he doesn’t - THEN you can beat the shit out of him, okay?”

Hank searched her face for a moment and then relaxed. “If you say so, mi reina.”

Megan smiled and took her tea back from Coco with a mutter of thanks. Then she shifted to tuck her feet up on the couch and lean into Hank. As Coco and Hank talked possibilities for the next week’s yard schedules, Megan relaxed into Hank’s warmth. She felt her eyes getting heavier and glanced at Hank’s watch. It was nearing two in the morning. She sipped her tea and tried to cover a yawn. 

Coco caught it and chuckled. “I think the birthday princess is sleepy, Tranq.” 

Hank grinned down at her as she struggled to sit herself up some more so she wouldn’t fall asleep at her own party. “I think you’re right.” He pressed a kiss to Megan’s hair. “Would you mind letting Taza and her Padrinos know she’s ready to head out?”

Coco just smiled. “Sure, ‘Mano. Keep her awake until they can come say goodnight, huh?” He kissed his fingers and pressed them to Megan’s hair. “Happy Birthday, Ma.” He slipped off to find the men Megan would want to say goodnight to.

After goodnights were said and Megan and Venus had made lunch plans for the next day, Hank took her and Rex home for the night.

Rex had apparently seen dog doors before, because he used the one in the front door before they could get the door unlocked to go in. Megan snorted. “Well that makes it easier, I guess,” she said as Hank turned the key and Rex poked his head back out the door as if to ask what was taking them so long.

Once inside, Hank cuddled Megan against his chest. “I know you’re tired, mi reina, but you’ll sleep better if you get a shower tonight.”

Megan whined a little, but nodded. “I smell like the bar. I’ll have to sleep on wet hair though,” she whined burying her face in his chest.

“I’m sorry. I’ll help you brush it out so it won’t tangle so bad…”

Megan sighed. “I’m so tired. I might fall asleep in there.”

Hank led her to the bathroom in their ensuite. “I know. I wish I could let you, baby, but you’ll hate yourself tomorrow if you don’t shower. I’ve got to take one too.”

Megan froze a second. “... or we could share one,” she suggested, tentatively. “I could really use the help to wash my hair properly… and it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked…”

Hank chuckled, but he thought about it. “Are you sure, mi princessa?”

Megan nodded. “Please? Washing my hair with one hand is a nightmare. Papa helped me wash it in the sink last week, but…”

Hank kissed her forehead gently. “Of course I’ll help.”

He adjusted the water temperature before helping Megan undress and remove her sling and soft cast. Once she was in and under the spray, he undressed and joined her. 

He quickly discovered that washing Megan’s hair was a two handed job. She walked him through it carefully, but when he started to shampoo her scalp, she practically went limp in his arms. He panicked and stopped, only to be greeted with Megan’s whine.

“Don’t stop. Feels SO nice…” she fussed at him.

He chuckled and then resumed scrubbing gently. “Scared me, Princessa. Thought I hurt you or something.” 

She practically purred under his hands. “Oh… that is NICE…”

He grinned and turned her to face him so she could lean against his chest and he could still reach her. After a while, he guided her under the spray with his body as he rinsed her hair. The feel of her wet skin against him made him breathe deeply and remind his hormones firmly how tired Megan was and that she wasn’t healed enough for what they wanted. He carefully rinsed all the suds from her long strands and couldn’t resist placing a gentle kiss on her lips. Megan just smiled up at him with her eyes contentedly closed.

Then Megan showed him how to condition her long locks. He was shocked as hell when she showed him how much conditioner it took for her hair. Megan just giggled and kissed his tattooed shoulder. 

While the conditioner sat in her hair, he basically completed his entire shower routine. Then he helped her to rinse her hair again. After he was sure her hair was properly clean, he helped her to wash carefully, being gentle with the now nearly nonexistent bruises.

Once they were out and wrapped in fluffy towels, Hank helped Megan back into her cast and sling. Then she convinced him to join her for her night time skin care. That made her giggle too as he grumbled, but he followed along and even asked questions. At least he’d know how to do it if she was ever too tired.

By the time they were done, Taza was home. He found them curled together on the couch in the living room in their pajamas with Megan barely awake and Hank gently brushing her hair to help it dry faster. “You okay, Chica?” Taza asked with a grin,

“Mmhmm,” she said, cracking her eyes open to look at him. “Tired.”

“I can tell. You did one hell of a fine job tonight, Sweet Chica and I’m proud of you for it.” He eased himself down into his armchair. 

Megan perked up a little. “What do you mean, Papa? It was just a party.”

“First - Templo. Beautifully done. You were amazing and everyone saw it. Then - you controlled your panic at the party. It took us way too long to realize you were anxious because you had it under control. And Chibs - I think he’d adopt you on the spot if we let him.” He chuckled. “He couldn’t stop talking to Bishop about how lucky we are to have a mind like yours on our side. Those knives he gave you - those are his specialty from when he was a True IRA enforcer. As far as we know - no one else in the state carries them.”

Hank nodded. “They leave a very distinct cut, mi amore. So should you ever use them and a body is found - the federal database will lead cops right to Chibs’ door. And he gave them to you.”

Megan thought about that for a minute. “Why would he do that? He had them before we ever revealed the plan about the guns. So… why me?”

Taza sat back in his seat. “Chibs had a kid. A daughter ‘bout your age. He never got to see her grow up. An enemy ran him out of Ireland and raised his kid as his own. The girl was used to keep him in line for years.”

“Kerrianne? He’s mentioned her,” Megan said, settling into the couch more.

“Yeah.” Taza played with a ring on his hand. “She’s still there. Visits some, but he can’t get those years back. Kinda like us, I guess.”

“So, he sees me - in the same situation as his daughter - and decides to do for me what he hopes someone is doing for his Kerrianne,” Megan realized. “Am I anything like her?”

Hank smiled and kept brushing. “Not really, Princessa. I met her once when Happy was tattooing me. She’s a timid thing. Scared of her own shadow and wouldn’t be caught dead handling a gun or in a boxing ring after the way she was raised.”

Taza smiled. “I think he sees in you the strength he hopes his own girl gains some day. Plus - he just likes you, Chica. You’ve got sass.”

That made Megan laugh again. “And the tíos? How do they feel about tonight?”

“They’re so damn proud of you, Megan,” Taza assured her. “So damn proud to be your padrinos.”

Megan smiled sleepily. “Good. I like that.” Her eyes drifted closed again.

“Why don’t you go to bed, Sweetheart. You’re exhausted.” Taza suggested quietly.

Megan fought her way awake again. “Mm. Hair’s still wet.”

“Just damp now, mi reina. Here. Feel.” Hank draped her hair over her shoulder so she could feel the damp silk on the skin her tank top exposed.

“C’mere, Chica. I’ll braid it loose so it doesn’t annoy you. Then you can sleep. You’re exhausted.” Taza patted the arm of his chair.

Megan yawned hugely. “‘Kay, Papa.” She struggled to stand and finally managed it under Hank’s steadying hands. She perched on the chair arm and let Taza braid it for her. He loosely braided it down her back and then guided Megan into his lap for a cuddle. 

All night he’d been struggling not to baby her too much in front of the other clubs. They wanted her seen as a member in her own right. That wouldn’t work if Taza was constantly shielding her from every interaction. Hank could be the doting Ol’ Man - but her father and padrinos had to restrain themselves in public. She had to stand alone or it would be seen as extreme nepotism. 

It had been especially hard that night when she’d been uncomfortable in the crowd. Taza had wanted to shield her, to take her into Templo for a break or even into the yard office. But he had to trust that she could do it or she’d never trust herself.

Megan melted into his lap and let him rock her gently. She tucked herself against his chest like a small child and yawned. “Tell me a story, Papa?”

Taza kissed her hair. “What kind of story?”

She laid her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. “Any kind.”

Hank grinned and snuck away to be sure the blankets were pulled back on the bed. As he heard, “In the days of your grandfather’s grandfather…” he knew Megan wouldn’t last ten minutes. 

When Taza deemed Megan deep enough asleep, he stood to carry her in to bed. Hank was sitting in the reading corner chair with a book when he appeared to lay her down. Taza settled her on her left side and gently pulled up the blankets before softly muttering a prayer for nice dreams in his mother’s native tongue.

He turned to see Hank putting his book aside to come join Megan in bed so she’d stay asleep. “Thank you, Hermano.”

“For what?” Hank asked quietly. 

“For shielding her when I can’t. For loving her through her pain… despite her pain.”

Hank smiled a little and shrugged. “You don’t have to thank me for that, Taz. I knew before we left the casino when we met her that she was mine. It just took me a few days to get my head out of my ass and do something about it.” 

Taza smoothed the blanket once more and smiled. “All the same. Thanks.”

Rex padded in to his dog bed in the bedroom from the one in the living room and flumped down tiredly, making both men chuckle. They exchanged good nights and Taza slipped off to his own shower and bed, closing the door behind him.

Hank had been asleep maybe an hour when he woke abruptly to a whimper from Megan. She wasn’t moving, but he could hear her muffled sobs and it broke his heart. He guided her over onto her back to find her still asleep through the tears. “Shh, mi amore. Shh. I’m here. Open those pretty eyes for me. C’mon Princessa.” He propped himself up beside her and stroked her hair and face gently. She didn’t seem afraid this time, he noted, just sad.

Rex had lifted his head, but hadn’t gotten out of bed yet. Maybe that meant it wasn’t too bad.

Hank pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and cupped the side of her neck in his massive hand. “Wake up, Baby.”

Megan’s eyes fluttered open and she reached for him slowly. “Hank?” she whispered.

“Yes, mi reina, I’m here.” He softly kissed her lips. “What happened?”

Megan laced the fingers of her good hand through his where it rested against her skin. “You were gone.”

“What do you mean, Baby? Gone where?”

“You left me. I was too much, so you left me.”

“Oh, Princessa,” Hank frowned. “Never.” He kissed her ring gently. “You will never be too much for me.” He gathered her as close to his chest as much as he could and rocked gently. “I swear to you, Megan, I’d marry you tomorrow if Mama wouldn’t murder us.”

Megan giggled a little.

Hank smiled and pressed kissed where he could reach. “You know she would, and no offense, mi reina, but my Mama scares me.”

Megan giggled again and nuzzled close, tucking her face into the crook of his neck. “She scares me a little too.”

Hank laughed. “Good.” He felt her wet cheeks against his neck. “In all seriousness, Princessa, that’s all that’s keeping me from kidnapping you and hauling you to Vegas. Well - you and your papa because he’d shoot me for not taking him to walk you down the aisle.”

Megan giggled again and sniffed. “Rex could be the ring bearer.” She breathed his scent deeply and he felt her relax.

“That’s my girl.” He tilted her face to press a kiss to her lips again and look her in the eye. “I’m serious, Megan. Start planning your dream wedding because all I’m waiting on is the right ring to show up and Mama’s social conventions.” He stroked her hair gently, tucking a strand back into her braid. “I love you and you’ll never be ‘too much’ for me.”

“But…”

“No ‘but’, mi reina. That ring may be a promise ring, but in my mind, we’re already married.” He shifted to reveal the crown tattoo on his wrist. “That’s what this means, Baby, and tomorrow - we can make it even more obvious if you want. We’ll tattoo a ring on me…”

Megan pulled his wrist to her to press a kiss to the nearly new tattoo. “Okay,” she whispered, but he could see the doubt still lingering behind those big brown eyes. He promised himself, silently, to never prove her right.” 

Hank shifted himself to cuddle her close and reached for her book on her nightstand. Once she was securely tucked into him, he opened the book to her marked page and began to read.

Three chapters later, Megan’s eyes finally started to flutter closed. He kept reading until he was sure she was asleep before he put the book aside to rest with her as close as he could get her. 

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[hxney-lemcn]

Unfortunate Circumstances — Kyle Spencer x gn! reader

summary: Reader stumbles upon a situation, and they decide to step in.

tw: brief mention of what happened to Madison, nothing in depth.

a/n: This is a mix of angst and fluff(?). Very bittersweet.

wc: 0.6k

Master List

“What the hell have you done?” I asked in object horror at the sight in front of me.

Kyle Spencer sat cowering in front of me, chained to the wall of our greenhouse. This was so wrong. I didn’t know him that well, we met at a frat party where we talked for a bit. One second we find Madison being sexually assaulted, the next she’s flipping their bus over. So our history wasn’t that deep. Yes, I did slightly mourn for his passing, after all, he was one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. It didn’t help that Zoe did some research and he turned out to be a really selfless person. 

But I was quickly sidetracked by the coven turning into madness. Madison was missing, the council decided to burn Myrtle at the stake, and it was starting to overwhelm me. This was the final piece that broke me. I don’t know whose idea it was to bring him back to life, but they're gonna get an earful. He’s been through so much already, he doesn’t deserve any more. 

“I know this seems messed up,” Zoe spoke up.

“This is messed up,” I cut her off. I glanced at the other witch who I haven’t met before and she shrugged. 

“But you were so sad,” She countered. “And…and I don’t know. Madison offered and you know how pushy she is. I thought it was a good idea at the time…but then he killed his mom, and he’s…”

This entire situation was already exhausting me, but the teary, doe eyed look that Kyle was currently giving me was breaking my heart. I decided to ignore Madison’s body that laid on the table for the sake of my sanity and cautiously walked towards Kyle. He backed up, and I could feel fear, sadness, hurt, pain, and any other negative emotion you could think of radiating off of him. It certainly wasn’t helping my mental health at the moment. I crouched down, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. 

Zoe and the other witch decided to continue what they were doing as I opened my eyes once more. I lifted my hand toward him, palm upward. I felt a pang of guilt course through me, as I would do this to an angry dog or cat, and I didn’t want to treat him as such. But I noticed that his stare went from fearful to confusion. 

“Can I hold your hand?” I asked softly. I was planning on using my power. I could influence a person's emotions with my own, but I have to touch them. This also made me more perceptive of others' feelings. I gave him a smile, to try and make myself seem more trustworthy in his eyes. 

He reached towards me hesitantly, and slowly clasped my hand in his. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the onslaught of tormenting emotions that Kyle was currently feeling and imagined the happiest memories I had. Slowly, I felt lighter, and I knew that meant that Kyle must be as well. I felt small under his gaze, the feelings of awe and wonder filling me now. I went to let go of his hand, but he grew distressed as I tried to move away. 

Which led me to realize I got myself into a prediction. Zoe, the unknown witch, and the newly resurrected Madison left, not even glancing back as they talked. I let out a tired sigh and turned back to Kyle who was gripping my hand like his life depended on it. I began to grow awkward, but made sure our emotional connection was cut off so he wouldn’t feel so as well. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He let out a frustrated grunt, and once again, frustration radiated off of him. 

A sad smile adorned my face and I whispered, “It’s okay, don’t push yourself. I can help you remember how to speak again.”

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Regarding your work "You Know Better" - I have so many questions! First, why is Tav unhappy with Halsin?

Why does she bounce without so much as a fare-thee-well? Rude.

Why did she and Gale break up?

Why does Gale (presumably) know better?

Could Gale creeping in Tav's subconscious mind be that inciting event? Is Gale the reason she's uncomfy in her choice to be with Halsin? Both historically and currently? Like, is she missing him? Or is he actively messing with her head, making her want to leave?

Where's the rest of this body horror angle you started out so well with?

I do love that piece, but I am impatient and want to see it grow to it's full potential. If I'm being pushy or rude, feel free to tell me to shove off. ❤️

Hey so I just wanted to add your DM to this for the detail:

First, I like how clean and neat your writing is. You convey a lot with not a lot of words. I'm a little bit jealous of that skill. Second, you're right, you don't go heavy on the smut description. You use what little you do include well, though. With regard to writing intimacy, I do think you could go a little further than you did here. Often, it's pointless fucking, but in this case, I think you've got some opportunity to use it to advance the plot and give more details on Tav's relationship with Gale. You can also use it to build Gale's character more. For example, when Tav asks Gale if he thinks he's in control, that's an opportunity for him to show her that he is 100% calling all the shots, and she only has the illusion of control. Depending on where their story is headed, there's even an opportunity to build on that body horror angle, first with Gale taunting her about getting her pregnant even though she's her reluctant to have a child with Halsin, and then, again, depending on the plot, actually getting her pregnant, maybe even against her will. Conversely, if Gale is going to be making her worse, he could bring her around to the idea of having his child - a whole "surrendering her body for his heir" kind of a thing. If you'll pardon the pun, it's fertile ground for some great drama and conflict. In any case, I understand the reluctance to write about it when you don't feel qualified. The best advice I've ever seen when trying to improve any kind of writing is to read other people's work and pull what you like from what they did. I still can't claim to be super comfortable with writing smut, but I do find that the more I do it, the easier it is. I hope at least some of that was helpful. I do hope you have more planned for this one and can't wait to see it!

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Thank you for the feedback. I'll go through the questions in order.

She's unhappy because she's not interested in being a parent but he has really thrown himself into it. I honestly thought I'd been clear in that but I will take that forward as needing to add more detail in future.

She feels trapped, and doesn't feel like she can't talk it through with him. They have vastly different goals and she feels he doesn't understand her.

Another one that was obvious in my head but didn't translate to the page, they broke up because she was swept up in Halsin's desire for her.

The title is a reference to It Will Come Back by Hozier: 'you know better babe, you know better babe' is the opening of the song.

She both misses Gale and he's messing with her.

The body horror angle was the idea of pregnancy. She's so scared of it/being a parent that she flees a stable life with Halsin.

I hope that helped a bit? I didn't concieve of it as a multi part story, but if you'd like more of it I'd be happy to go from where it left off. The idea of Gale manipulating her intrigues me especially, given she is childfree and wants to remain so.

I have to say this is more detailed/better criticism than I received even in my masters degree, so thank you for that!

[dotster001]

Heartbreaker

Summary: Rio x gn! Reader Rio thinks he's done good when he takes you to a Fenn Luxure Concert. That is, until your past catches up with you.

A/N: this isn't important, but Fenn's rockstar hair is styled like this, cause I said so.

CW: Modern au, pushy Fenn but what do you expect

Rio had had a slew of failed relationships before he met you. And, evidently, you had had the same experience. Neither of you felt the need to ever bring up your past relationships, both of you being very happy, and madly in love, with your current partner.

He was so certain you were the one, that whenever he had his weekly call with his dad back home, he would go on and on about how you were the one he was going to marry. And his family was more than ecstatic. You two were perfect for eachother.

The plans were in motion. He had the ring. He had the location. He had the tickets. He just had to get you there.

"Sunbeam, there's a concert this weekend that I got us tickets for," he said nonchalantly, doing his very best to hold back his excitement, as you both sat on the couch, legs in each other's laps, scrolling through your phones.

"Sounds fun! Who are we seeing?"

"Fenn Luxure," he said smugly. When you'd moved in with him, he'd accidentally stumbled across your box full of Fenn Luxure CDs, merch, and posters. You must have been embarrassed by your little celebrity crush, he had assumed, and pretended he never saw the box.

But the opportunity to ask for your hand at a concert where your favorite celebrity would be performing was something he couldn't pass up.

"Oh…I don't think that's a great idea," you said, setting down your phone, and fidgeting with your hands.

"Why?" Were you more embarrassed than he realized? Were you scared of coming off as too into him? 

"Well, you see my ex, he's going to be at the concert. And I'd rather not interact with him if at all possible."

If Rio was more self aware, he'd have asked himself how you were so certain that your ex would be at the concert. Instead, he took your hand in his, gave you his most winning smile, and said,

"I'll protect you, my sunbeam. I'll always protect you."

You gave him a wry smile.

"It's not that…it's-"

"Whatever it is, I can handle it. Just trust me. Plus, we'll be having so much fun, and look so deeply in love, he won't dare to interrupt us!"

You sighed, then smiled.

"You know what, you're right, baby. He'd be stupid to try and start something. If you really want to go, we can go."

You were so cute, downplaying your celebrity crush like that. Everything about you was so cute. He couldn't wait to ask you to marry him.

….

He should have known something was wrong right away.

"Your tickets have been upgraded to pit VIPs," the ticket lady said when you both went to pick up your tickets.

"That's so nice! Isn't that so cool, Y/N?"

"Our old seats are just fine, thanks," you said firmly, pushing the tickets back at the lady.

"No, we insist you take them. After all it's not everyday that-" 

"Fine!" You snapped, grabbing the tickets, then Rio's wrist, and walking away as fast as possible.

"Can we at least get some snacks?" He called, causing you to freeze, and look at him apologetically.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm just nervous," you took his hands in yours and smiled. "I'll buy you any snacks you want."

"No takesies, backsies!" He shouted before pulling you both to the concession stand, both of you momentarily forgetting your tension as you shared a laugh.

Now you were both at your places, food long since eaten. Rio checked the time on his phone.

"The concert was supposed to start an hour and a half ago."

"Seems right," you said with a snort.

Before he could begin to unpack the statement, a guitar riff was heard and the band began to play a song as Fenn rose from the floor in a shower of smoke and light.  The crowd screamed, and Rio excitedly wrapped his arms around you.

Until…

Damn baby you look fiiiiiiiine

Fenn sang, as he made direct eye contact with you, pointed, and slowly, sensually, crouched down and rose back up.

You stiffened in Rio's arms. And that's when the pieces fell into place. The hidden box. Your ex at the concert. Upgraded tickets. Snide comments.

"We can go, if you want, sunbeam," he said into your ear, realizing the mistake he had made.

You quickly nodded, and he helped direct you out, a hand protectively on your lower back. Before he had fully left, he looked back at the stage, and he could have sworn he saw Fenn wink at him.

Now back in the entryway, he intended to ask you where you'd like to go next. But you were quickly smothered in a hug by a tall woman with purple hair.

"Y/N! How dare you leave without saying goodbye!"

"Hey Vi," you groaned.

"Seriously. I get you avoiding Fenn, but me too? I'm wounded," she released you, then looked at Rio with an excited grin.

"And who is this handsome hunk of man?"

"Vi this is Rio, my boyfriend. Rio, this is Violet. Fenn's manager."

"Is that really all I am to you? Ouch," she laughed.

"Well if you two aren't staying for the concert, you should at least join me for tea in the tour bus. I miss you so much, and we clearly have a lot to catch up on," she said, eying Rio up and down.

"Uh…"

"It wouldn't be for too long! Rio, please talk some sense into your partner!"

"You two seem really close, Y/N. It'll be fun for me to meet a friend of yours. Plus," he leaned down and whispered in your ear, "I'm hungry and I bet she has food."

You sighed, looking between the two sweetest and most stubborn people in your life.

"As long as it isn't a long time."

….

The door to your bus slammed open, and Fenn Luxure stood in the doorway, smiling smugly.

"Letty, I love you," he grinned, his eyes trained on you, like a tiger who knew it had caught its prey.

"Bad Fenn, get back," Violet pulled out a spray bottle, and shot water at Fenn, which he expertly dodged.

"Why don't the two of us have a private chat?" Fenn said, having reached your chair, and beginning to massage your shoulders.

"I think it's time Rio and I got going!" You said rather loudly, yanking Rio to his feet, and beelining to the door.

"Ah, treasure," Fenn blocked your path, and cupped your cheek, "don't be like that. I just want to catch up with you…"

Rio felt nauseous. And it only got worse as Fenn rested his other hand on your hip, drawing circles over your clothes with his thumb.

You stood behind Rio, and less than bravely responded, "Vi can catch you up. We have to go-"

"Treasure," he purred, reaching out once more…

Until Rio punched him in the nose.

"Dragon's teeth!" Fenn hissed. "Your brute broke my nose."

"Serves you right," Violet sighed, throwing a cloth his way.

You took the opportunity to run out the door. When Rio unfroze, he followed you, stiffening as Fenn whispered,

"Have fun while you can, cause Y/N's gonna realize their mistake very soon, then you'll go back to being alone and nothing."

….

The car ride home was awkwardly silent. Rio simply stared at the road, trying to process what he'd done.

"Thank you for punching him," you whispered.

Rio nodded, but couldn't come up with any words to say. Which you must have misinterpreted, because you said,

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you he was my ex, it's just people get really self conscious when I tell them, and I love you so much, I didn't want to lose you over something that's dead."

He didn't even have time to formulate a thought, before you pushed forward.

"I mean, we had nothing in common. All we did was make out, fight, and make out some more. It should have ended way sooner."

Rio jerkily pulled over to the side of the road.

"Y/N…" he trailed off.

"Dragon's teeth, it's happening, isn't it? You're breaking up with me," you were starting to sound hysterical, the tears rushing to your eyes faster than he could even react. "Rio please, I swear he's nothing to me, I love you more than anything in this world!"

He silently pulled the ring box out and placed it on your lap. You looked down at it in confusion, before opening it and gasping.

"Is this…"

"I love you too. And seeing how he reacted when he saw you, I realized I can't take for granted what we have."

He took your hands in his, then leaned across the seat to nuzzle your noses together.

"Marry me, sunbeam."

"As if you even need to ask," you tearfully laughed, before kissing him deeply.

[ohmotherwhereartthou-if]

Just curious and I really don't mean to be pushy, so if it comes across that way I'm really sorry

with the next update, will the albino options not be grayed out anymore?

Hello,

Your not pushy, no worries. Always feel free to ask me anything.

The next update mainly has a new scene and revamped stat screen.

For the physical trait options, I need to get further in the story then go back and write the unique options, interactions, dialogue, and flavor text. So sadly no but they will be filled in when I finish the prologue. The good news is from what the current plan looks like, once the Inn scene is done; it's the Santuario arrival, then the development years, and the prologue is done.

So hopefully it won't be too long before I can get around to those.

Sorry it's not a completely positive answer, I hope you stick around for when that update does come!

[keiyaku-tako]

*In a kelp envelope that was delivered from the coral sea*

Darling Azul, it's been awhile since you sent me a letter and I'm starting to miss my little boy. When are you playing to come back for break? I was thinking of making your favorite food 😊. Oh dear How shellfish of me I haven't even asked how you're doing. How is school treating you? Have you made any new friends? And how are those two mischievous eel friends of yours? Sorry if I'm being a little pushy I just miss my little octopus sooo much! And to tell you the truth I've been worried recently because it seems like all the photos of you as an adorable little kid all were mysteriously stolen or vandalized in such a way that you aren't in them. I'm running low on paper so this is where I have to end things off but remember that mom loves you and always will

-mom

Ps. I remember you mentioning plans to start a business called mostro lounge based off of that old mertail I used to tell you all the time. How's that going?

Dear mother,

Thank you for sending this letter; I've been meaning to write, but I've been busy with school and my extracurriculars. I'm planning on coming back during spring break if I can; winter break isn't the best time for me to go home, after all. And you really don't have to make my favorite foods - I don't want to give you any more pressure.

School has been interesting, to say the least. This year's first years are very intriguing, and I'm looking forward to getting to know them more. As for Jade and Floyd, they are the same as always; they create huge messes that I have to clean up. Though Jade is the more sensible of the two, so he only does this for his own amusement, I suppose...

And there is no need to worry, I understand why you feel like this - you've always been like this since I was a child.

And, as for the thing about the pictures... Who knows. I certainly do not know what could have happened to them.

Do not worry about sending me letters often; I know they cost a lot, and you shouldn't waste it on me. You should focus more on the letters you send for business as we will be able to talk in length when I go home.

Mostro Lounge has been going pretty well. I think I started it up a couple months after the last letter I sent you... Most of the people in my dorm - including Jade and Floyd - work there. It's a really big business in school - even rivaling the school shop sometimes. I am currently hoping to be able to open a second location somewhere in the school to gather more business. The things you taught me when I was younger helped tremendously with this.

I hope you are well and happy, and I truly am happy that you sent me this letter.

With love, Azul Ashengrotto

[matchmadeinsevenhells]

Quick question- and I’m not trying to be pushy, no pressure at all! :) But I was just wondering if you had any plans to write a part 2 to your lucemond marriage hunt au? Bc you are so creative with your story ideas and that one ended with quite the cliffhanger! Want to see the fallout of aemonds actions and how it affects everyone around him, not that he cares. Poor Luke is probably gonna end up going through the 5 stages of grief at a rapid pace. Plus totally unhinged aemond is the best aemond, can always use more of him

(ask is referring to my dark Lucemond marriage hunt fic cut off my wings (and lock me up), mind the tags)

Hi anon! You're absolutely not being pushy, I adore getting asks about my writing, thank you! And thank you so much for your compliments! 😭❤️

I am actually considering writing a second chapter, yes. The current plan is to keep the Luke POV and have a series of short-ish scenes with different characters/events because Luke is rather out of it and I think it will be really fun and interesting to see everyone's reactions.

Below is the first scene of the second chapter, just for you ;) It might be a bit confusing, but since we're in Luke's POV that's on purpose. Can you guess what's happening here?

Luke swims in an endless sea of darkness and pain.

There are voices, too, sometimes, but he can’t focus on them enough to make out the words.

Whenever he can almost hear something it slips through his grasp again like sand.

“—pid little bastard. My stupid little bastard.” These words are ringing inside his head, almost echoing, and Luke wants to instinctively protest, but then there’s movement and the world goes away again in a white blaze of pain.

More movement that has him heaving.

Shouting.

“—will swear to honor it right now, or I shall go to Dragonstone—”

“—kill you!!!”

A roar drowns out the world again, pain flaring so brightly along with sudden horror twisting in his chest that unconsciousness comes once more as a blessing.

[attollogame]

Hello! I’m a long time fan of attollo and I had a bit of a difficult question to ask you. I know the real world is very time consuming so I completely understand that you may be unable to finish things, especially with what you’ve mentioned going on in your life before. Though, I am also an active patreon member, and I was wondering if you have plans to continue some of the things you’ve made announcements for but never completed. I really hope this doesn’t come off pushy or negative I don’t have those intentions sending this at all. For example: the birthday specials, valentine’s day specials, and the recent ovo camp stories have never been completed nor have you given us any updates on them. I wouldn’t be so bothered, but I have been supporting you on patreon and was hoping to at least understand what’s going on with the content I was really looking forward too! I am only hoping for you to address this! I really adore you, your content, and attollo so very much.

Hi! First off, thanks for being a supporter for so long; every bit matters in the long run, and I really do rely on the patreon to assist in financing the monthly bills. Although I would have preferred you contacted me via the patreon channel on discord or dm's on patreon, as this does discuss content that is patreon-centric (and I do ask that you do so from here on out for any patreon-related concerns), I'll still address everything here for now.

The specials and the valentines specials are all public versus patreon-specific, so although I am trying to find the time to sit down and complete these, I am finding it hard on top of actually getting updates done for the game itself and dealing with grad school concerns. The only thing I can say regarding those is that I will likely cease making interactive-related content for the time being and focus more on short stories for events, especially for this year where there are a lot of things going on for me. The current content will be archived and when things die down again I will gladly return to them for their completion, but for the duration of 2023, expect short drabbles instead (like the OC kiss week, for example, which will have SFW public and NSFW on patreon). I also do struggle at times to actually find inspiration or motivation for work, so I do have to combat that (constantly) on top of everything else, which I apologize for.

In terms of the Ovo stories, I asked on patreon whether people were interested and didn't receive much feedback on the matter, so I was unsure of whether people wanted me to continue it or not, especially considering the level of interaction the content received to begin with. I also do believe I did address this matter on a patreon post. Please be sure to double check update posts, as I often address anything relating to patreon stories on those atop game updates themselves.

I will say, it's hard for me to judge at times whether people care for the content produced or not if I don't hear back from the readers. Fortunately, some people did express interest when I initially inquired, so I'm hoping to complete that [Ovo content] when things die down for me as well, but I can't give you a concrete date of completion (much like I can't give concrete dates for updates).

So tl;dr if you made it this far: consider the valentines and birthday interactive stories on hiatus for 2023, as they will be substituted for short stories instead as I settle into grad school. If people want me to continue the Ovo stories please, seriously, let me know so I actually know you're interested in them as writing up to 20k of extra content is really draining if it's not being read.

Patreon will be getting short stories again as I ease back into things. $15 supporters will also receive a short drabble of their choosing. Right now, short stories are easiest for me on top of writing for the game itself as I can get the content done faster as I navigate grad school. I'm incredibly sorry if this isn't what you wanted to hear, but it's the best I can offer right now.