#don't know if it'll work indefinitely but it's working for now SO-

[amischiefofmuses]

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[jadedbirch]

State Disability Life Hack

If you or your loved ones have ever been on state disability, then you probably know that communicating with them feels like screaming into the void, while banging your head against rock at the same time. I live in California, but I suspect these problems are pretty endemic regardless of which state you live in. The bureaucracy inherent in the system is so thick, that the slightest deviation from the norm in any of your answers to their regular follow up questions, will inevitably result in your payments being indefinitely delayed. This has happened to me twice in 6 months. In trying to resolve this issue, I once spent an entire day trying to call CA's SDI (State Disability Insurance) office. I called thirsty-six (36) times and never even so much as got in the queue to speak to an agent. In the meantime, I haven't been paid in 6 weeks (that's 3 payment cycles), but whatever - it's not like we need this money to live! It's incredibly frustrating that a system that's intended to support people with disability so that they can (ideally) get better and get back to work is designed so poorly that instead it causes disabled folks undue stress and illness complications. Because if you're disabled, chances are you don't have the spoons to go deal with this nonsense in person, or even spend all day trying to get through to a person on the phone.

So, what do you do? You contact your local State Assembly person. They all have a process called filing a legislative request which requires your local disability office to respond to them with an update on your case within a short time. And because they're technically the bosses of your local SDI, it'll move things forward for you. I contacted my State Assemblyman's office twice and each time SDI reached out to me the very next day and paid me right away (always without any explanation about why there was a delay in the first place). In fact, my Assemblyman's website has a special portal to request help resolving issues with the department of unemployment and disability - because this is such a common issue. Most people don't know you can get this kind of help - but now you do! So if you ever need help dealing with your disability/unemployment office, go straight to your Assembly member's website, because your taxes are paying their salaries.

P.S. I also had no idea who my Assembly person was, but I Googled it, like the genius that I am 😂

[neodreamgirl]

i'm so annoyed lol

i feel like a lot briizes don't want to advocate for seunghan. every day someone is arguing against boycotting their next comeback because it'll "hurt the other guys." well don't you think it hurts them that their friend is hiding in some fucking basement? unemployed? I highly doubt any of those guys know what the hell their next move is regarding seunghan

how the hell are we suppose to make our voices heard if sending emails, reporting to kwangya 119, sending trucks, sending messages on weverse, etc isn't helping?! these types of situations aren't suppose to be easy or peaceful. for god's sake we're literally fighting for someone to be treated fairly and allowed to work with his FRIENDS again. this shit was not sweet from the get-go so what the hell makes you think it's going to be sweet now?!

i'm sure the other members would be happy to know that there are people out there that love their friend so much that they would go these lengths. I am positive they want to see seunghan back. I know they want to promote as 7 and would be glad to piss off a couple of assholes in SM if it meant getting their brother back.

does seunghan's situation mean nothing to you people? this poor guy smoked a damn cig and has an EX girlfriend...why the fuck is he on an indefinite hiatus? honestly you guys disgust me. you don't care about him at all and you don't care that you're allowing SM to set this precedent. just spineless as hell.

RIIZE boycott details found in this thread: @riize_union on x.com

[nanapop]

Demon's Fate has been decided

Hey everyone, I've got some bad news 😭

I've decided to shelve Demon's Fate indefinitely and I have posted a devlog regarding this on the game's page, which you can read >here<

But I also will probably get deeper into the reasoning behind it here since this is my blog and feels less like a "professional" space and I'm thinking that getting my thoughts out might help me to move on from this one and better help me focus on new projects without feeling guilty about it.

So gonna pop this all under a read more, feel free to skip the rest of the post and just read the itch version!

So in the itch post I mention lack of motivation and consistently being unhappy with the results as the main reasons behind wanting to put this one down. I also talk about how I've had these characters and their stories (specifically Vy) hanging around with me for over a decade. & I feel like all of these things combined really made it hard for me to really get into making this game.

A Cruel Demon's Fate was originally going to be a novel, with Vy as the main character and it followed him after he fled from the demon realm after the death of Damin and his impending crowning. I tried to rewrite the story multiple times, over the span of like five years and I only ever got a few chapters in before I decided that I hated the way it was coming out (sounds really familiar, huh). So the story got put away for later.

Then I decided to try out visual novels. I'd always found the medium interesting and fun, the art side of it really spoke to me as someone who enjoys doing drawings of their characters and stuff. So Demon's Fate felt like a good starting point. I had all the characters and a loose plotline, though I reworked it to fit the style a little better. Now instead of Vy being the focus, it was all of the brothers and the story would take place in the palace specifically.

Maybe this was the first mistake I made. The story had already previously been difficult for me to fully get into, despite the want to work with the characters. I think the lack of motivation partially stemmed from the fact that I had failed so many times before to make something from this idea. The previous plots and their failures kind of stained the entire project from the start.

As much as I wish I could have started with a clean slate, it just didn't work out that way. So I wound up being unhappy with all the writing in this new version just like the old versions.

Something I didn't mention in the itch post is how throughout all the years, this story and the characters had been brainstormed with friends and so the whole thing really just feels tied to those relationships, and they're relationships I no longer have nor look back on fondly anymore. So perhaps that's part of the problem too.

The whole things is too close to a past that I've been working on detaching myself from and while I will always love these characters and will probably always toy with the what-ifs of them in the back of my mind, it just doesn't seem feasible for me to continue to force myself to work with them.

So, now that I've gotten all of that out. I won't be taking the game down, you can still play through the prologue if you want to. But I won't be picking this back up again. If I do, it'll be in a completely new setting/plot or as a series of mini stories with each of the boys, I don't know. For now, I'll just let them rest and focus on fresh projects that don't have emotional attachment to things I no longer wish to think about.

That's all. I am really grateful for those of you who have shown interest in this project and all the other ones I've posted about. It really means a lot to me and I hope that I continue to see you guys around when I post about new stuff 🧡

[peachymilkandcream]

My Husband, My Monster|Part 2|William Afton x Wife!Reader

(A/N: Part 2 is here! I've honestly had such a good time writing this so far, part of me is kind of happy to not have a technical storyline to stick to so strongly like Break Me Slowly. I'm trying my best to keep these to once a week but we'll see how well we do with Christmas coming up. Also I'm not sure how long this fic will be, apparently more movies are coming out so once it's finished I might just make some oneshots inspired off of them but we'll see. Enjoy and don't hesitate to hope in my inbox for requests!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, power imbalance, age difference, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere themes, yandere behaviours, domestic violence, misogyny, violence, William’s a warning himself, etc.

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A person's first job was always a memorable part of their life, truly learning how to become an adult and gain valuable experience. And one hell of a experience it was.

The first shift had been great, William had taken her under his wing, showing her the ropes and ensuring that she understood her position. The atmosphere of work was lovely, friendly and playful and she got to interact with children which she loved. Each section of the diner was a wonder of mechanical feats, animatronics who came to life all because her boss was an ingenious man. Ketchup stains and the occasional milkshake spill were well worth the experience of it all.

"Well done for your first day, I hope everything didn't scare you off just yet."

She smiles, taking a moment to rest her feet after the long day. "Yeah, I knew going in there would be some level of chaos, it'll be fine."

"So in that case I'll see you tomorrow at eight sharp?"

There's a pause. "In the morning?"

"Of course, although it's common to be here a few minutes early."

"Well- sir- I have class that morning-"

"And I need you here. There's the most to do in the morning."

"I understand I just think I can't make it-"

William frowns. "I thought you could be flexible."

"Well I can but-"

"No it's alright, I see how it is. I'm counting on you and yet you're not here to back it up."

She chews her lip, she never could stand letting people down. "But class-"

"At the end of the day schooling won't get you everywhere you need, job experience is what's important."

There's a long moment of pause, considering her options. "Well- I suppose I can skip one class, one of my friends can take notes for me."

Now William brightens. "There we go, I knew I could count on you." His hand lands on her shoulder, keeping it there for a touch longer than usual to let it sink in.

Her smile is tight and forced, clearly a bit annoyed at having to miss one of her classes, but that she would come to grips with soon enough. =============================================

The next day ends similar to the first, hard work and exhaustion, stains and slight discomfort. Moments of rest spoiled when her boss slid her the paper copy of her indefinite schedule.

"These are all mornings-"

"Of course, it seems like that's where you're the best suited and it's where I need you the most. Why, is that a problem?"

"Did I forget to give you my class schedule? All my classes are mornings."

William shrugs. "I'm not sure what to say, I'm sure you can get by on notes."

"I'll get in trouble-"

"Oh you've never been to higher schooling, I have, don't worry it will be fine. All that really matters is that you know the material for tests and quizzes. That's all."

She shifts uncomfortably, as if deciding whether or not to argue the point further or if she should believe him.

Finally she nods, accepting. "I suppose you're right, it'll work out in the end."

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Weeks went on like this, William working her to near collapse, giving her little time for friends and family and no time for school. The exhaustion was affecting her grades surely, since she always complained about not finishing an assignment on time.

It was inevitable when she came to him and told him of dropping out.

"You had to drop out? Why?" He asked innocently.

"My grades went down too far, and I just couldn't seem to focus or find interest in the course anymore. It was for the best to just quit before I spent too much money."

"That's such a shame."

She shrugs and gives a sad smile. "It's probably for the best, if I couldn't handle the schooling I wouldn't have handled the field."

He can't help but press further. "What do your parents think about this? They paid your tuition yes?"

"They're not happy at all, which is why I have to give in my two week notice."

This gave him pause, annoyance and confusion causing him to frown. "Two week notice? I would think you'd need a job more than ever now."

She shakes her head. "My parents are moving me away, they're convinced the reason I fail is because of my friends so they believe if I'm separated from them then I'll get my career."

All of his hard work was being threatened now, he had to think fast. "You're really going to give up your entire friend group because your parents are trying to order their grown daughter around?" He shakes his head. "I wouldn't allow that if I were you."

"But what can I do? I have no where to go, I can't afford my own place even at full time pay."

William pauses for a few moments for effect. "Well, I hate to see young futures go to waste, and since my heart goes out to those in need, I would be willing to help you afford an apartment. I'll get you to make it up to me in other ways, have you work some more or something, nothing to worry about."

"You'd really do that for me?" Her eyes shine with admiration.

"Of course, I care for all of my employees, and bright young minds need independence to thrive."

"Oh thank you thank you thank you!" Her smile is so big and bright, completely oblivious to the looming clouds threatening her happiness.

[kimaixun]

[Promises; Part Three] - [Jujutsu Kaisen! Nanami Kento x M!Reader] [NSFW]

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

M/N was on the beach, nestled in the hammock with Nanami. His eyes are closed as he relish in the sounds of the rushing waves and the gulls squawking in the air. He turn over, resting his head on Nanami’s chest. Nanami adjusts his arms so he can hold M/N while still reading his book. M/N’s eyes open a little, and he shields them from the sun.

“You’re staring.” Nanami said as he finally puts down the book he was reading aside. “Is there something on my face?”

M/N chuckled and nuzzles his head like a dog cuddling his owner, “handsomeness. Too much handsomeness on your face, I don’t want anyone to see you ever again.” Nanami could his cheek burning up as he runs a hand through M/N locks. “I can’t believe you’re here with me Kento-san.”

"I’m here. I’m right here with you."

That was all it took for M/N. M/N smirked as he lifted Nanami's frail single-handedly earning a yelp from the other. Nanami was quick to hold on tight as M/N brought them to their bedroom, tossing the older onto the bed.

"How are you still strong with only one arm?"

"I've been working out." M/N shrugged, “There isn't exactly anything I could've done alone in this house so working out was a go-to for me. Now, if I may, l've been holding back for 6 years, don't expect to walk for the entire week, Kento-san."

Nanami blushed as M/N climbed into the bed, crawling over to the older, "M/N, let me do the work."

"Oh, I would like that." Nanami got up and push M/N to lay on the bed. He straddled M/N's lap, seductively removing his shirt. "Damn, you're so sexy baby." M/N couldn't keep his hand to himself as he trail along Nanami's collarbone down to his nipple, pinching it lightly.

"Agh." Nanami moaned subconsciously grinding his hard on to M/N's. "M…M/N,"

"Baby, If you keep being so cute, I really can't hold it back any longer." M/N groaned. He had unbutton Nanami's pants and helped the other to take it off with his underwear. *Lube, we need lube."

"N...o, it'll take too long. F...aster M/N,* Nanami whimpered as he took M/N's finger into his mouth, sucking on it.

That's it, you're too cute for me." M/N flipped them around so he would hover on top of the older. He gently pushed a finger into Nanami's entrance earning a cry from him. *Are you okay?"

"*Y...eah, your fingers are so long, it's hitting me so deep."

Nanami breathed.

"Good to know baby"" M/N grinned. He continuously pump his finger into Nanami. The older couldn't hold back his cry of pleasure as M/N found his prostate, abusing it rapidly.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard baby."

"Agh! Too...too much," Nanami arched his back, cumming onto his stomach.

"Cumming from just my fingers" M/N runs a hand through his (h/c) locks, groaning at the irresistible sight. He took his dick, stroking them slow and strong, positioning in front of Nanami's entrance. "I'm going in."

"Agh," Nanami moaned, his fingers dugged into M/N's shoulders. M/N couldn't be bothered that they did sting.

"S..slower."

"Sorry baby. You need to relax or you're gonna literally break my dick into half." M/N gripped onto Nanami's waist and push himself further in, Nanami screamed when he had fully entered. "you good?" M/N leaned down to kiss the fallen tears on Nanami's cheek, "we can stop here."

Nanami moaned and shook his head, "just, give me a minute. I just need to adjust to your size. You aren't exactly small. You're monstrous." M/N laughed seeing the older whimpers.

“I’m going to start moving Kento-san.” M/N whispered into the blonde’s ear, his teeth grazing over the tip of his ears playfully. Nanami could feel his stomach being rearranged indefinitely. M/N was filling him up with every slow and gentle trust. Whimpers of pleasure escapes the blonde’s lips as M/N gradually fasten his pace. “Fuck, you feel so good Kento-san,” M/N groaned , his head thrown back in pleasure.

"Kiss me M/N, kiss me.” Nanami held out his arms. M/N gladly lets himself into Nanami’s embrace, locking their lips together. They kissed intensely as if tomorrow never exists to begin with. M/N could feel every vibration of Nanami’s moan through their heated kiss and that, was such a turn on for him.

“Shirt, off.” Nanami whispers and for that second, M/N stopped moving, breaking their lips apart. “M/N?” Nanami could see M/N uncomfortable flinch when he slips a hand under M/N shirt, “M/N, what’s wrong? Is something hurting? Baby? Is it the scars?” M/N seemed to give in as he nods mutely, leaning his head onto Nanami's shoulder. "M/N, you're beautiful.* Nanami cupped M/N's face to make eye contact with the younger.

"It's not really about the scars. I don't mind having this scar on me for life. It's just, people. People get scared of me. I don’t want you to be scared of me when you see the scars."

"Oh, fuck them, fuck the people. I’m not those people," Nanami kisses him, "they don't get to judge how MY M/N looks. They don't get to know that the love of my life is wearing a scar that indicates a sacrifice to save me. M/N, I really love you."

M/N couldn't hold back the tears as they stream down his cheek. How long has he not cry his heart out?

"M/N," Nanami moaned, *I don't know why but, you are growing bigger in me. It's hitting me so deep, you're gonna rip me apart."

M/N sniffled, "sorry baby. I really can't hold back this time. I mean it"

Without any warning, M/N pulled back and slammed into Nanami with an indecent strength. He could hear the cries from the older to slow down, or at least, be gentle but, M/N couldn't get himself to. Not when Nanami declared that he was his. Nanami was his and he was Nanami's.

"SL…..OW D…OWN! M/N…..agh, I...agh,.. I'm cumming." Nanami's legs wrapped around M/N's as it spasm. M/N came in the older as the older spurted on their stomach.

"Kento-san, I really love you." M/N linked their lips.

"I know. I really love you more." Nanami smiled.

“As i said, i will make sure you don’t get to walk for the next week, I’m only getting started Kento-san.” M/N smirked as he literally rips his shirt single-handedly. Nanami couldn’t help but blush furiously seeing how hot his lover is.

Let’s just say, Nanami was indeed bedridden for the entire week.

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Authors Note!

Credits to @actuallysaiyan for letting me use his imagine to start off the story. It was a perfect setting!

[freckliedan]

@simplydnp because you were interested in the tags on my recent rb, here is what i remember of the au i came up with in my college algebra class in 2018:

in this au phil is a math professor & has been for a couple years. he's hot about this

math is a kind of language, you know? it's not that much of a stretch.

dan and phil in this au are long distance/online best friends for YEARS, never managing to end up in the same city

one of them moving to the other has always been the plan & they've visited each other/taken trips together as often as possible so they know that living together would work well

they both know there's a mutual attraction but they never were single at the same time/never in a good place to do long distance indefinitely

it has now been a Long time since they had any conversations about it, which isn't a surprise because they're still not living in the same location

dan dropped out of university, halfway through his first semester. in this universe, he decides to go back to school for something he's actually interested in. possibly queer studies?

he gets into the school phil teaches at. EXCITING! they're going to be in the same place.

since dan's going to be a non-traditional student—phil was already teaching at dan's age—the dorms would suck. finding somewhere affordable to live also sucks

phil, of course, offers for dan to move in with him. he's got a second bedroom that's currently an office

move in day is a LONG day of travel & lugging around boxes and smaller furniture dan brought with him and they're going to get dan a mattress and bedframe tomorrow but aw hell, phil's air mattress has a leak

it's a no-brainer for them to share phil's bed for the night, they've shared smaller mattresses before on trips

"for the night"

reader, they never get dan his own bed. and they never really talk about it.

lead up to the semester. time for dan to meet with his academic advisor and build a schedule.

dan's plan is to knock out general education requirements he probably won't enjoy early on, but not to have those be the majority of his schedule.

dan doesn't realize it's PHIL'S basic math class he's been put in until he gets home (to the home they share!)

by then it feels like more trouble than it's worth to reschedule with his advisor and figure out an entirely new set of classes to take—the current ones took forever to plan in the first place

it'll be fine. honestly it'll be fun to see what phil's classes are like, & easier than struggling to pay attention with somebody else and having phil help explain things anyways—

halfway through the third week of class dan realizes he's in love with phil, it's not just attraction or a crush, it's been almost a fucking decade, oh my god

and the deadline to drop a class was last week.

phil already knows he's in love with dan. but phil has a strong commitment to ethics. there is a 0% chance he's going to do anything about it while dan's in his class

they go home to their shared home where they have a shared bed. dan almost broaches the conversation.

please can we not talk about it, asks phil. it will be easier for me if we don't talk about it until we can— it'll be easier for me if we don't talk about it yet. that'll make it more real.

roll a semester long slow burn where they're already being extremely domestic and both know they have mutual feelings. there's so much room for further tropes & exploration of existing ones here

there's room for self worth struggles surfacing on dan's part and moral anxiety/anxiety issues on phi'ls part especially with them intentionally not talking about it.

oh noo they have a bad week and dan has a breakdown & almost goes to actually buy a bed setup for himself. etc. quite honestly i didn't get this far i just like putting people in fucking predicaments

of course they fuck nasty once final grades are submitted. merry christmas

i think they go straight from best friends to engaged

dan did actually learn math well from phil but he's never taking another phil class in his life thankyou very much

this au is partially born out of me being inherently contrarian to MYSELF even. i'm generally squicked badly by teacher/student aus on account of Both My Parents Are Teachers so it was a fun exercise in figuring out one that didn't make my skin crawl. aaaand scene.

i'm never going to write this so if anybody who does write finds something they like in it. feel free to run with that just @ me if you post something. i'm freckliedan on ao3 as well

[toboldlygohome]

Hold Me Closer

Mark Watney X Reader

Chapter 1

Summary: You were looking forward to your month on Mars, but what happens when a month-long mission becomes indefinite? Will you and Mark make it back home, or were you doomed from the start?

Character(s): Mark Watney, Chris Beck, Melissa Lewis, Beth Johanssen, Alex Vogel, Rick Martinez

Warning(s): Cursing, Injuries

You stared out the window as you ate, watching the endless expanse of darkness spin around the ship. A week from now, you would be on Mars, conducting geological surveys and testing core samples. You were a chemist first and foremost, but you were also sort of a jack of all trades aboard the Hermes. You could fix things, run telemetry, conduct space walks, keep the plants alive, identify minerals, and of course you had a fair bit of medical training. It was because of your proficiency for all things scientific that you landed yourself a spot in Ares 3.

The excitement practically radiated off of you. You were so stoked, you couldn't even eat the food in front of you. So much to see, so many samples to run! You hoped there would be signs of past water in Acidalia Planitia!

"You know Y/L/N, the food is supposed to go into your mouth." Beck strolled in with his water bottle in hand. Evidently he was here for a refill.

"Thanks for the tip, doctor. I'll keep that in mind." You said before shoveling a spoonful of rehydrated ravioli into your maw.

"You looked lost in thought there, wanna share with the class?" He asked as the water reclaimer slowly filled his bottle.

"Just thinking about Mars," you shrugged.

"Ah, for a second there I thought you were thinking about your botanist," Chris smirked.

You stared daggers into his back. "My botanist?"

Beck grinned at you over his shoulder. "Well who else would you be thinking about? You've got such a wistful look in your eyes, I thought for sure your mind was on him."

"You really need to stop with the teasing Beck. It's a small ship, it'll get back to him eventually," you grumbled.

"Look, I just call it like I see it."

"Well, you're seeing wrong."

"You've been more and more distracted lately, there's no way it's only because of Mars," Beck chuckled. Dammit. You hated when he was right. You did like Mark, but let's be honest here. Who wouldn't like Mark? He was funny, smart, and he looked way too good in his grey flight suit. Completely unfair.

"God, you can be so annoying," you laughed.

"Only because I'm right."

"Mark and I are just friends, that's all we're ever going to be. Even if we didn't work together, and for the government no less, there's no way he'd ever go for the likes of me."

"What makes you say that?" Beck tilted his head curiously.

"Have you seen him?"

"Yeah, and?"

"Dude, he's like the second most attractive person on this ship!"

"Second?!"

"Objectively speaking, Johanssen is the first. Her posters sold out like hot cakes!"

"I know Johanssen is first! I meant, how is he second? What about me?"

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Who's the one who got the super sexy Under Armor ad again?"

"... Y/N? How many times have you watched that ad?" Beck laughed.

"Shut up."

"It must have been a lot for it to be this fresh in your mind."

"Don't you have a computer nerd to go flirt with?"

"Don't you have a botanist to ogle?"

You groaned and pushed your food away, but Beck scooted it right back. "Fine, fine. No more teasing for today," he laughed. "Just make sure you finish your food, it's important that you eat well."

"What if I'm not hungry?" you asked.

"Eat anyway, doctor's orders," Beck sassed as he left the dining area with his water.

You snickered and poked at your ravioli. If only you could just follow your heart like Beck. He was set on Beth and nobody was going to keep him from her. You just hoped he'd wait until after the mission to make it official for the sake of his career.

Of course you wanted to date Mark. Beck wasn't wrong on that front, but relationships are strictly prohibited among crew-mates. Maybe if you didn't work together, you might have worked up the courage. Probably not, but it would have at least been an option.

You slowly ate the rest of your cold meal and tried to think about anything else. Anything but the plant-loving engineer who had a choke-hold on your heart.

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Mark groaned and climbed out of his bunk. It had to be at least two in the morning... at least according to the Kennedy Space Center. Jeez, he was starving. Luckily their food reserves came with snacks for just such an occasion! He exited his quarters and looked toward the room beside his. The door was open, which was quite a surprise. You were normally asleep by now, and Martinez was keeping an eye on the telemetry tonight. What were you doing awake?

Watney made his way to the dining area and took a look at all of his options. Hmmmm... trail mix it is. He grabbed a bag and took the ladder to the zero g portion of the ship. Everything was quiet except for the hum of the ship and Rick clicking his pen in the cockpit. He decided not to bother the pilot and instead went in search of his favorite crew-mate.

He found you floating in the cupola with your earbuds in. You watched as Mars inched ever closer, calling you to its surface. Mark couldn't resist the urge. He grinned mischievously and grabbed your ankle, causing you to yelp in surprise.

Mark laughed as you smacked him on the shoulder half-heartedly, "Mark! you scared the shit out of me!"

"Sorry, sorry!" he floated up and settled beside you. "I saw an opportunity and I had to take it."

"Jerk," you laughed and returned your focus to the lonely red planet.

"What are you doing up?" Mark asked.

"I could ask you the same question."

"I was hungry," he caught a floating peanut in his mouth and looked at you as he ate. "And you?"

"I couldn't sleep. I'm too excited," you admitted with a smile. "Ever since I was little, I wanted to go to Mars... I can't believe it's actually happening."

Mark smiled gently and watched as your eyes sparkled with adventure. That was one of the things he loved most about you. He loved seeing you light up when you learn something new or complete something for the first time. And for the few instances you failed, he loved watching you gear up to try it again. Nothing could shake you when you had your mind set on something. (He wished you had your mind set on him...)

This was a lifelong dream of yours, something you'd thought about, planned for, and fought tooth and nail to achieve. Now here you were, watching all of the pieces fall into place. Mark felt so lucky he got to be on this mission with you, that he'd get to see every moment of excitement, every vivid dream become a reality.

"What are you listening to?" he grabbed your earbud and stuck it in his ear. He grinned.

Hold me closer, tiny dancer. Count the headlights on the highway. Lay me down in sheets of linen, you had a busy day today.

You scooted closer to Mark so he could listen with you, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder to keep you steady. Oh what Watney would give to stay with you like this. Floating softly, slowly, taking in the view. He offered you his bag of trail mix with a cheeky smile. You laughed lightly and grabbed a bite. Fuck. He loved your laugh. He would listen to it on repeat if he could.

"Hold me closer tiny dancer," He mumbled along with the song as the chorus kicked back up.

"Count the headlights on the highway," you whispered back.

~~~

Finally.

Mars was so close, you could almost touch it! And here in a few hours, you would be~

You suited up for your ride in the MDV and helped Martinez and Johanssen with the pre-flight checks. Mark and Beck were loading the descent vehicle with everyone's personal items and Vogel was making sure all of the Hermes experiments were on autopilot. Commander Lewis oversaw the whole operation and kept in contact with Mission Control about the progress being made.

Once all the checks had been made and all the cargo had been loaded, everyone piled into the MDV and prepared for descent.

You took a deep breath as you checked the on-board navigation. You were really going to make it! You were going to walk on Mars! You checked, double checked, even triple checked your numbers before giving Lewis a thumbs up.

"We are go for separation," she told Martinez.

"At your command," Martinez said, poised to initiate the separation.

"Launch," Lewis said.

Your heart rate increased as the MDV shuttered out of the docking port. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my GOD!

"Approaching ten meters from Hermes," Johanssen said.

"Engine power readings are nominal. Ship internal pressure is stable." You said, unable to keep the excited quiver from your voice. The cabin was quiet for a few minutes. The tension could be cut with a knife. It wasn't a bad kind of tension. It was exciting, like teetering at the top of the world's tallest roller coaster.

"Approaching two kilometers from Hermes. Go for engine start up," Beth said.

"Martinez, go for engine burn," Lewis said.

You squeezed the arms of your seat and closed your eyes. This was the hardest part for you. You'd worked in the International Space Station before and reentry was your downfall. What was worse about entering Mars was that there was no water to break your fall if you crashed.

You felt a gentle pressure on your hand and looked up to find Mark already watching you with a smile on his face. He squeezed your hand as the MDV inched closer and closer to Mars.

"Hanging in there?" he chuckled.

"By a thread," you joked.

"You got this, tiny dancer," Mark winked.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. You both listened as Lewis and Martinez went back and forth calling out each action they performed. Mars completely filled the window.

You held onto Mark a little tighter.

~~~

The actual mission started off promising enough. The landing was good, setting up the Hab was a breeze, and life support was running at maximum efficiency. Unfortunately, life seemed to have this obsession with throwing you curve balls.

You scowled as you watched the screen while the storm outside raged on like an angry god.

"Jesus, we're gonna end up in Oz," Watney said. "What's the abort speed?"

"Technically one fifty kph. Any more than that and the MAV's in danger of tipping." Martinez said.

"Any predictions on the storm track?" Lewis asked.

"This is the edge of it. It's gonna get worse before it gets better," Johanssen replied.

"All right, prep for abort. We'll go to the MAV and hope for the best. If the wind gets too high, we'll launch."

If only that were the end of your misfortune. You literally had the audacity to think: 'How could this get any worse?' You got your answer when Mark was struck by a piece of flying debris. His vitals were offline, his suit depressurized on impact. He was likely dead, but still you were searching for him. The only trouble with that was you couldn't see two feet in front of you. The dust was thick and the wind was threatening your stability.

"WATNEY!" You called out, hoping the urgency in your voice would stir your friend from his incapacitation. "Watney, please respond."

"Y/L/N, I need you to get back to the MAV," Lewis ordered.

"But he could still be-"

"This isn't up for discussion. MAV. Now."

"I'm not leaving him behind. I know if it were any of us, he wouldn't give up. Not when there's still hope we could be alive."

"He's dead Y/L/N. W-we need to go, please," Beck pleaded.

You closed your eyes and forced down a cry. You didn't want it to be true, but Beck was right. Of course he was right. You were in denial... Still, you couldn't do it. If he was dead, you needed to see it for yourself. What if the numbers were wrong? What if-

You were struck with a sudden, blinding pain.

"Y/N!!" Lewis cried.

That was the last thing you heard before everything went dark.

~~~

Mark awoke with a gasp to the sound of beeping in his helmet.

"Oxygen level critical." A robotic voice said, causing him to pant heavily. His abdomen really fucking hurt. It took all his willpower to sit up. When he looked down, he found the source of his pain. The antenna for the com dish had turned him into a human shish kabob! He let out a cry as he tried to keep the antenna steady. Every movement sent a shock through his tired body.

Watney paused when he heard static in his helmet.

"Wa---y... W---ey c--- -n. Watney, If yo--- the-- please respond!"

"Y-Y/N?" Mark winced.

"Watney! Oh my god!" You sounded on the verge of tears. "I thought you were dead! I've been trying to call you for hours!" You sniffed and leveled your voice as much as you could. He could tell you were still coming down from your emotions. "What's your status?"

He groaned and pressed his head against the sand bank. "I've been impaled. Small puncture. Feel like shit," he said through heavy panting.

"Can you make it back to the Hab?" You asked.

"Yeah, I'll make it. I don't think it's deep enough to kill me." He stood up and immediately screamed.

"Mark! Are you okay? What happened?!"

"Antenna is still attached to the dish," he said through gritted teeth. He made quick work of the wire and struggled to his feet. "W-where are you? What's your status?"

"I'm trapped under the MDV. It plowed through me when I was looking for you. I'm not sure you can get me out in your condition."

Mark looked around and found the partially-mangled MDV a short distance away. Watney clutched his side and hobbled over, fearing the worst. He choked when he saw you. You were being crushed from the waist down by a fucking space ship. "O-oh my-"

"It's not as bad as it looks. I landed in some really soft sand. I managed to dig myself out from underneath, but I hit something solid and now I'm literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. The sand shifted under the MDV and now my chest hurts, but I can still feel my legs," you sighed and closed your eyes. "You need to get back to the Hab, Mark-"

"I'm not going to leave you." He grunted as he stepped closer. "If I lift this thing, can you pull yourself out?"

"Mark that's-"

"Can you?"

You grimaced and nodded, "Yes."

Mark nodded back and racked his adrenaline fueled brain for an idea of how to get you out. Still panting, he grabbed a metal bar from the ground and shoved it under the MDV. "On three," he said.

"One."

"Two."

Three."

He shoved the bar down and the ship eased up just enough for you to drag yourself out. You screamed as a searing, blinding pain ripped through your ribs. Mark felt his stomach drop at the sound.

He reached for you, but you pushed yourself into an unsteady standing position. "Fuck," you bit out and stumbled forward. "M-Mark" You inspected his wound. "Come on, we have to get this treated right now." You wrapped a supportive arm around his back and helped him shuffle back to the Hab.

His panting and gasps had only grown more pained as he stepped into the empty habitation. What little adrenaline he had left was wearing off. You rushed out of your suit as quickly as possible and helped Mark undress.

"Do you want to pull it out, or do you want me to do it?" you asked with as much calm as you could muster.

"I'll do it," he bit out. After a series of short, shallow breaths, he ripped the antenna out with a gut wrenching scream. You didn't have time to feel distraught as you shoved down his suit. He placed his hand on the wound. "There's something in it," he managed.

"Sit down," you ushered him to a chair and slid on some gloves. You made quick work in cutting away his shirt, administered a series of injections for pain and infection, and grabbed the retractor and forceps. "I'm sorry Mark, there isn't time to wait for the medicine," You didn't hesitate to insert the retractor and open the wound. He tossed his head back and blew out a long, shaky sigh. You bit the inside of your cheek and grabbed the object with the forceps. Carefully, you pulled it out and sat it in a dish. Mark groaned deeply. He was so pale and sweaty. You wanted to reach out and hold him, but you had a job to finish.

With the hard part done, you were able to relax and clean him up. The stitches were the final step. By then, the medicine was kicking in and Mark's strangled cries slowly turned into steady breathing. You leaned back in your chair and relished in the sound before standing up. You felt around your ribs for a moment and huffed before grabbing Mark some juice.

"Thank you..." He said, taking the bottle with shaking hands.

"You're welcome," you sighed and carded your fingers through his damp hair.

"Are you okay?" He rasped.

"I'm fine, just a couple broken ribs on the right side. I'll live." You gave him a tight smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I just ran a marathon," he chuckled, then winced.

"We should get you to bed-"

"Not yet," He shifted awkwardly in his seat. "There's an elephant in the room..."

"Ah," you sighed and sat down across from him, pushing away the pain in your ribs.

"What are we gonna do?" Mark murmured.

"Our odds aren't the best, but we'll make it work," you reassured him though you weren't sure it was the truth.

He closed his eyes and blew out a sigh. "You should be safe on the Hermes..." He swallowed. There were many stupid nights he wished you and him were the only two people in the world. Now he was beginning to realize how selfish that was. You were trapped on Mars because of him. If he hadn't have stopped to suggest the stupid rover plan, none of this would have happened.

"You should be too," you pressed a hand to his knee, sending a trail of goosebumps up his leg. Even now, you had him entranced with a single touch. "We should both be on our way home right now, instead we're here. But we're trained for this... We'll make it back, we're just gonna be fashionably late is all," you gave his knee a squeeze and pulled back.

"Can I see it?" he asked.

"See what?"

"Your ribs."

You opened your mouth to disagree, but decided a second pair of eyes on it might be for the best. You slowly lifted your shirt. Mark paled again as his eyes fell on your ruined abdomen. The whole thing was covered in splotches of purple and blue. Your back wasn't much better and he was sure your chest had received similar treatment.

His fingers ghosted over the bruises. "Shit," he whispered.

"It'll buff out," you lowered the hem of your shirt.

Watney closed his eyes and wished that this was all a nightmare, but upon opening them again, all he saw was you. You looked exhausted. No, exhausted was an understatement. There wasn't a word in the English dictionary that could describe your expression. You were devastated and trying to hide it. And why wouldn't you be? You had an endless supply of family and friends expecting you home. He only really had his parents to worry about. You had your parents, siblings, nieces and nephews, all your university and work friends... It should have been him and only him. You didn't deserve to be trapped here, least of all with the lowest ranking crew-mate on Ares 3.

"So, we're in a Hab designed to last 31 days..." You thought out loud. He could tell by that look on your face that you were puzzling through something.

"If the oxygenator breaks down, we're gonna suffocate. If the water reclaimer breaks, we die of thirst. If the Hab breaches, we'll explode. And if none of that happens, we starve to death." Watney said, giving in to the hopelessness of it all.

"If the oxygenator breaks, we have the spare. It's built to last 5 days for seven people. With only two of us, that will be... 30 days. More than enough time to fix the oxygenator." You thought out loud.

Ah, now he saw what you were up to. "If the water reclaimer breaks, we build a piss distillery while we fix it..." Mark corrected his earlier statement.

"We'll do bi-weekly checks on the Hab canvas to look for tears." You leaned back. "But you're right. Food is our biggest problem. We're gonna be a couple of hungry, hungry astronauts in a few months."

Mark laughed and shook his head. "Looks like we're gonna have to science the shit out of this..." He looked at you and was pleased to find you smiling back at him. "But that sounds like tomorrow-Watney's problem."

"For sure," you snickered. "There is no way I'm doing all that math tonight."

His heart fluttered as he watched the grin spread over your lips. Your enticingly soft looking lips... What is wrong with you Watney? Stop thinking about that! JEEZ... Creep... Anyway, just a moment ago, Mark was ready to give up. Now he had a little more hope that everything would turn out fine. Today fucking sucked, but tomorrow was a new day. Things are only hopeless when you give in to fear, and it was clear you had no intention of giving in.

"Y/N?"

"Hm?"

"You should run for President when we make it back."

"What?" You laughed and clutched at the spot above your broken ribs.

"I'm just sayin' I'd vote for you," he shrugged in a playful manner.

You sighed, "what am I gonna do with you, Watney?"

"Make me your Vice President?"

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'll settle for Secretary of Agriculture."

"How about the Secretary of Homeland Security?" You smirked.

"But that's the bottom of the line of succession," Mark grunted as he sat up.

"Exactly," you laughed before groaning and cradling your side again.

"Alright, that's enough for today," he pushed himself into a standing position. "No more laughing for... how long does it usually take for broken ribs to heal?"

"Like, six weeks."

"I knew that," he smiled and helped you stand up. "No more laughing for six weeks."

"What you're asking for is impossible," you winced. "You always make me laugh. It's why you're my best friend."

"I'm your best friend?" Mark asked, unable to hide his surprise at the admission. He hesitantly wrapped his arm around your back, worried about making the pain worse in his attempt to help you.

You huffed and leaned into him, "don't let it go to your head, Watney."

"Too late," Mark smiled and led you slowly to your bunk. It wasn't easy for either of you to maneuver with your injuries, but eventually you managed to get settled.

"Comfy?" Watney asked.

"That's a relative term," your eyes softened at him, causing the botanist to go all weak in the knees. What a mess he had gotten himself into... "Are you sure you don't need help getting into bed?"

"You took good care of me Y/L/N, It doesn't hurt so much anymore thanks to you... Maybe if the President thing doesn't work out, you could be a doctor," He leaned his bare shoulder against the ladder.

Your eyes trailed down his chest to the bandages keeping the stitches from view. Your eyes started to burn, but you pushed it down and looked up to the bunk above you. "And take Beck's job? As if~"

Mark could almost believe things were normal. That they weren't all alone in a desolate wasteland. You were an anchor. He wasn't sure what he'd do if you weren't here. Would he have the strength to try? This would have broken most normal people... was he one of them? Or was he like you? Brave, selfless, and full of resolve to keep going. His chest hurt. You had gone looking for him... and now you were here. It was his turn to be your anchor.

You felt his eyes on you, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet them. You felt pathetic. Once again, Watney had to pick you up when you were down. For as long as you'd known him, Mark had been your helping hand. He had a sixth sense about these things. The moment things go wrong, he's there to dig you out of the rubble. You closed your eyes and remembered being in orbit. You remembered how he covered your hand with his and made everything okay again. You couldn't keep relying on him like this. It was your turn to be his helping hand.

"Somebody's sleepy~" Mark cut through the silence.

"It's been a day," you sighed and dragged your eyes to meet his.

"A sol," he corrected.

"Smartass," you fought the urge to chuckle. "Go to bed, before I get up and make you..."

"Don't need to tell me twice," He raised his hands in defeat. Mark moved to leave, but paused and grabbed your hand. "Hey Y/N?"

"Y-yeah?"

He gave your hand the gentlest of squeezes, "you're my best friend too..."

You glowed as the smile reached your eyes.

"Don't let it go to your head," he winked.

"Too late."

You held onto Mark a little tighter.

....................

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[simon-newman]

Another franchise intentionally ran into the fucking ground

So... I've heard before about the supposed "Alien 5" idea that got scrapped/put on indefinite hold.

Today it came up in a discussion with friends and I tried to look into it more.

Apparently the idea is not really new but not quite as old as the original four (sic!) movies.

The whole thing comes from 2015 and is a series of concept arts released to the public and a 50 page sketch of a script.

From what concept arts suggested the movie (sometimes called "Alien: Awakening") would erase Alien 3 and 4 from canon and continue with older Ripley, Hicks and adult Newt forming a resistance against WY who somehow obtained and were experimenting with Xenomorph samples.

Cool. Workable. If done correctly I am sure it'd be welcome addition by the fans.

20th Century Fox actually recognized the fans enthusiasm and greenlit the project before no one else but Ridley Scott got involved.

The idea was then shelved indefinitely with Scott instead gaining the right to produce more movies to his "Alien Prequel Story" started with Prometheus...

Now. We all know how Alien: Covenant turned out. Not great. Now there's third movie from the series coming up titled "Alien: Awakening". Sounds familiar? Worry not. It'll likely get released as just "Awakening" instead. And won't feature our beloved Xenomorphs.

Why?

Apparently Ridley Scott sees Xenomorphs as old idea that can't be of use in film anymore. According to him the Alien Franchise "Needs to move on" and away from Xenomorphs...

Like. Dude... You are making your movies riding on the back of the Alien Franchise - THE Xenomorph franchise.

If you want to make new "space monster" horror movies that's fine. But don't make them under the name of existing franchise of a different, beloved space monster.

Also - if you can't think of a new, interesting way to use the Xenomorphs that's fully on you. There's an entire de-canonized extended universe featuring it. A whole goldmine of ideas to be used, never before brought to the big screen. You really say there's nothing to do with it anymore?

Fuck off!

Hollywood needs to stop hiring directors who hate franchises they're supposed to work with.

[nokingsonlyfooles]

“We will not let America be out-built when it comes to the technology that will define the future, nor should we sacrifice critical environmental standards and our shared efforts to protect clean air and clean water.” - Oh GOD FORBID we have an AI GAP!

From the article: A report released by the Department of Energy last month estimated that the electricity needed for data centers in the U.S. tripled over the past decade and is projected to double or triple again by 2028, when it could consume up to 12% of the nation’s electricity. ... “It has to be a priority because otherwise you’re going to have blackouts, you’re going to have citizens or businesses being affected by this...”

So! AIs' power needs are accelerating the growth of energy-hogging data centres. Our grid can't handle it. If we don't have them hook up to their own wind and solar generators (fast, cheap, and they go anywhere, but they do happen to be "green") to mitigate the effects, they'll start sucking up the energy you need to keep the lights on and keep Grandma's oxygen going. But Trump hates anything "green." Will he allow the free market the freedom it needs to keep cranking out shimp Jesus or let it crash? Biden's so sure we can have our cake and eat it too, oh if only we could be sensible and centrist about it! Endless expansion is doable as long as it's green!

Ya know what? In this case, I don't see much point to the band-aid that lets us slide further into denial for a few decades. Given more time, more industries will be pressured to use generative algorithms, and more systems will have them baked in. And it'll take even more time and effort and money to tear out the bright, shiny, overpriced fads that don't do what they're supposed to. Give it a swift and merciful death sentence - three more years to unsustainability, and hopefully some consequences that can't be blamed on immigrants and trans children. AND it'll probably happen on Trump's watch? Well, shit fire and save solar energy!

Right now, Biden's talking about how this energy-sucking hog is going to help us combat climate change and keep us safe: "...profound implications for national security and enormous potential to improve Americans’ lives if harnessed responsibly, from helping cure disease to keeping communities safe by mitigating the effects of climate change.” Right. OK. Well, if it's so gosh-darn important, why are we wasting its limited resources on images of John Oliver marrying a cabbage? (Not to mention audio and video footage of politicians saying shit they didn't say.) I think we ought to give it government funding and work on it in a government research centre that won't sell its tech to the highest bidder. Did we turn the A-bomb over to the free market? Or our precious, precious Osprey? Why this?

With enough politicians propping it up, AI has the potential to become another Osprey - just a decades-long trashfire where the benefits never equal the damage done, but we keep trying because funding. It's already failing to turn a profit, but if the US military-industrial complex starts puking money into it, that might keep it going indefinitely. Politicians have no idea how this shit works and the people explaining it to them are lobbyists funded by companies who want more AI.

Given that neither party is going to make sane, informed decisions about this, I don't know what the average person is going to do. I mean, don't use AI, or if you must use it, don't pay for it. But if the government wants it, all the capitalism in the world won't shut it down. So here's hoping for a big, impressive crash, the sooner the better.

[celestiall0tus]

How many aus do you have ones that are in the works/ not in the works( that been place on hold)? Get a lot of rest Celestia <3

Pulls up master list

Let's have a little fun and crack into this:

Miraculous AU has been put on indefinite hold because I quite literally burnt myself out on this AU. I love, I intend to finish it, I know what comes next, I just don't have the mental drive to do it.

Salvation has also been put on a more indefinite hiatus, but I will get the will to write that. It just can be very draining as it's not actually one of my favorites to write right now.

Paradise I should get back to writing, but is currently on back burner. I wanna say I had started the next chapter, but stopped until I had Araneae and Sith's designs done. They are in fact sketched, but need to be outlined and colored. Once I have them, I should be good to continue Paradise and hopefully finish it.

Absolution is a very dark, very taxing au that requires a weird ass moon phase for me to write just like before, for on hold.

Separate Worlds is on hold for the just because I don't want to write

All that Remained is an interesting one. With Lady and the Scoundrel's completion, I will be bringing in other side adventures to build up to the arrival of Volpina and bat! Tomoe. So, it'll be hitting an intermission soon. Once I'm recovered.

Court of Miracles reached it's natural wind down as I was preparing to move into other projects.

Scions I need to get that shit back together and get on writing that up again. I have a more concrete idea for events moving forward, but am paused because I don't have Marc designed just yet.

Bloody Bug I need to mentally prepare myself for what's to come. This is the falling action part of the plot and the part I need to start wrap up and getting groundwork laid out for season 4.

Siren's Song I just haven't been feeling yet. I think moreso about getting more designs done.

Rapture is one I'll be writing directly with Gamer's assistance as I am not good writing just fluff, while he is really good with fluff.

Of Virtue and Sin is nearing its production. Just need to finish designs.

Say My Name I haven't really done much and is still very much in early development.

Belle is honestly ready to be written. I have the design, the world, the "story" ready, just injured, so I can't.

And of course Into Another World for all the crossover fun.

So, all in all, that should make 15 works in total.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Did the Prima Nocta fic end on a cliffhanger on purpose?

Prima Nocta by me and @therealvinelle

@therealvinelle and I don't consider it much of a cliffhanger, to be honest, as at least to us it's pretty clear what happens from this point on and it's not that interesting.

As Aro can't put Alec on babysitting Edward duty indefinitely, and there's no real way to keep Edward prisoner (they could try Chelsea and fail, they could try Corin and well then Edward's drugged up forever and Bella's crying, or they could put his limbs different places and watch so they don't go back to each other) there's a question of what to do with Edward who knows too much.

Under ordinary circumstances, Edward could just be banished and it'd be fine. He'd try to make a racket somewhere, but nothing would come of it, and if he broke the law (again) they'd kill him.

However, Edward knows a very damning truth about women being able to get pregnant that he will absolutely tell everybody he can including the Denali who will be very into that news.

And there's little to no chance Edward will understand to keep his mouth shut.

A vote will happen (which Aro alluded to), Caius will vote death as he did before already, Marcus will vote... something, and it'll come down to Aro who while he doesn't want to upset Carlisle... really really really can't let this one go.

Especially when the alternatives are "your son is high on cocaine forever".

At that point Bella will wig out and likely also have to be dealt with as Aro has little to no hope of getting her to do anything reasonable. While Aro would like Bella in the guard, he's concluded in this universe that she's an unreasonable mess who he would never be able to work with. Bella in the guard or dumping Edward is apparently just not on the table (if you can't dump Edward after he fucks Eleazar in front of you while roleplaying as his dad, Aro can't help you.)

Mostly, though, Edward and Bella will be in this toxic relationship for the rest of their existences where Bella will never leave Edward as she needs him too much to validate her and Edward in turn will never leave Bella as he desperately needs to be in love.

Aro gives up on them and notes as much in the fic, which lets us know the "what happens next" which isn't worth spending time on.

It's also worth noting that the story was ultimately about Eleazar's misadventures. Now that Eleazar is dead (goodnight, sweet prince) all the major plot threads have been wrapped up.

[angelismmm]

THE JESTERS' PLAY! an invitation; from clara & lee! — long awaited, 1k follower event !! (CLOSED, STILL FINISHING UP EVENT REQUESTS/ASKs!)

hai :3 im angelism/lee and from this day forward ('till end of may) i'll let this little events pass— for now, but yaaaa lets goo

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PICK A CARD !! pick a theme!!

X-RATED: The Queen. (smut) — 18+ RATED \\ lust isn't an uncommon sin, definitely deadly, it'll kill you too.

A Toast To Everyone: The King. (fluff/etc.) — MAKE A TOAST \\ pride is indefinitely common, it eats you inside out.

A CARD! BUT OF WHAT KIND? pick a.. another theme?!

One of Spades: Schrodinger's Cat. (headcannons) — if you don't mention anything about what kind of fic, it'll default to headcannons! aka one of spades!

Two of Hearts: Can A Heart Beat even after Broken? (full fic) — this can take long.. but big sister lee will get to work as soon as possible!

Three of Diamonds: You shine brighter than any gem. (drabble) — easy peasy! even clara can help big sister lee with it—! oh.. right.. i can't touch any of the pages 'till they're out.. it could also default to this if you dont mention a card! depends on the prompts you pick! pick as many as you'd like!

Four of Clubs: I love you more than Life. (imagines) — this one is pretty easy too! but it's always what's really just on big sister lee's mind!

SHUFFLE THE DECK FOR ME, WILL YA? pick a prompt!

THESE CARDS ARE RATED: THE KING (FLUFF/ROMANTIC)

I want nobody else, understand that I only want you.

I want you to be in every life with me, I'll even go out of my way to find you.

You didn't have to do this for me you know... // That's why I did it, it was for you.

I could just propose to you right now and finally put this ring on your finger. // Wait.. WAIT—!

I wanna stay in your embrace forever.

Kissing under an umbrella before they drop you off at your home <3

Drunk Confessing; "Heehee... I love you so much you know~" // "I'll accept your confession when you're sober."

"Oh— wow— You look just.. wow."

Just hold my hand, don't be afraid.

I wish we could live in this moment forever.

I wanna wake up next to you in all my mornings.

I fell, and fell harder, but I made you fall too.

Don't think I'll forgive you for what you did. // If I kiss you enough times you will!

THESE CARDS ARE RATED: THE QUEEN (SMUT/18+)

"I've wanted to do this with you ever since we met."

"Haah—! Don't stop!"

"You're more than a one night stand."

"Try to stay a little quiet, just for me, okay?"

"They can't make you feel as good as I do, can they?"

"God— Fuck— You taste good."

"We're more than just friends with benefits, you know that."

"There's people right outside that door!" // "I know."

"Don't muffle those pretty moans, I wanna hear how good I make you feel."

"You look so adorable with my hands around your neck."

"My my, already so wet for me, hmm?"

"Shit.. you feel good, baby."

"You think you deserve this reward?"

"Don't make a mess now.. We'll certainly be giving the maids a hard time in the morning.

"Don't come 'till I say you can."

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[oculusxcaro]

Had a funny thought at work today about which of my muses are the most dangerous, particularly when it comes to biting somebody and the answer? It's this bitch right here.

So, Khare doesn't look very dangerous and why would she? She can't exactly fight, she isn't super strong nor does she have any super cool amazing powers like being able to shoot webs out of her wrists or freeze somebody solid with a single touch. She can drop her arm and regrow it (very) painfully though, and that is precisely WHY you're COMPLETELY FUCKING FUCKED if she ever bites you. Her mutation? It's eating her alive, but she's able to stave off the worst effects due to receiving consecutive injections that gave her immune system enough time to hunker down and start fighting back against these new invaders in their space. It can't stop the onslaught indefinitely but it does grant her time, a war of attrition if you will. Her DNA is doing everything it can to remain stable and keep the host going but eventually it'll all come tumbling down like a house of cards and then Khare will REALLY start looking bad. That all changes if she bites somebody because they did not receive the same chain injections and have absolutely NO resistance to the DNA-altering enzymes in her body. One bite is all it'll take for a few DNA fragments to become lodged in the unlucky victim's wound and while at the time it seems like a normal human bite, the damage it'll cause will be beyond catastrophic. It won't start off that way. Hell, the wound might even heal unusually quick but it's as normal a bite as a human can give. You'll forget it even happened and life will go on as normal for a little while. That is, until the itching starts. It'll start in the area where the bite occured, an incessant itch that won't go away no matter how many times you scratch it. That feeling will eventually spread across the afflicted area, running up your limbs, into your torso, wherever the hell that fucking waitress bit you for whatever goddamn reason. It just won't stop and not even heavy painkillers or booze will touch it. Then the itching'll get worse, and soon you see... things beneath your skin, strange little hives. Except... they're not hives, they're tiny fucking eyes and lumps of abnormal tissue that keeps rising to the surface, spreading like a rash as your skin just... starts to melt. You're hot, you're clammy, you're plagued by relentless thirst and drink and drink and drink except it's a thirst that cannot be quenched, and you're just so fucking hot and itchy you're about to claw your skin off except that'll just make the whole process move even faster. You start melting. Skin sloughs off like musty old clothes, new flesh trying and trying to replace what was lost except this mutation was never intended for you. What was once a foreign body has now inoculated in your very own immune system long enough to turn it against you, destroying you from within right down to your very last cell. You stop thinking, you can't think because your organs are all liquifying including your brain and if you're *still* alive at this point, you've never wished for anything harder than for it all to just end already. If Roman bites you, it's going to fucking hurt but it'll heal depending on how hard he did it. If Man-Bat bites you, you might need a blood transfusion because of the draculin in his saliva. If Kirk bites you, he was being kinky. ;') If Stoplight bites you however, say goodbye to whatever limb he got ahold of. If Copperhead bites you, count yourself lucky if you only end up in hospital but if Khare bites you, you are already dead. You just don't know it yet. So... yeah. Try to avoid any love bites from this girl because whatever you think it's worth, it's really really not. Trust me on that one. x

[anti-azmuth-blog]

Yo.

So... A lot has happened in my life. Some good, some bad. Mostly meh, lol.

But, I think this blog will go on an indefinite hiatus.

I just have... Nothing I wanna talk about. I have a backlog of asks (57, I should say), but I don't have the mental capacity to go through them all. I may go through them someday, but right now, I just don't know.

If I never end up coming back, I want to let y'all know that I had fun.

I started this blog 3ish years ago because I had a massive Ben 10 hyperfixation. That sort of still exists, but with the massive dry well we've had with content, I have nothing. There is something I am working on for the series, but I don't feel comfortable with sharing it, at least... Not yet. It's a massive thing, and it's just... I way too much of a wimp when it comes to sharing my stuff, lol.

Maybe once we get another show, then a major comeback will happen. For sure.

Because when that happens

It'll certainly be Hero Time

(that was so bad I know)

[warriorstale001]

Important Update about my fics.

Hi everyone,

Been a while huh?

I'm sorry I haven't posted in forever, been pretty busy the last few months. So busy in fact I haven't written anything in what feels like forever.

Recently though, I started thinking more seriously about my fanfics. I can't keep telling you all over and over again that I'm 'going to start working on them soon' just to completely ignore them any more. I still love Undertale and UTMV content but I just don't seem to have it in me to write anymore… And I think it's about time I admit that to you all.

So yes in case you're wondering, to summarise this entire post, I'm done writing fanfics and all of my current WIPs are going to be put on indefinite hiatus unless I am able to rekindle my love for writing them at some point in the future.

It's not easy for me to post this, especially because I don't want to admit to myself that I'm not the Undertale/UTMV fan that I was, but I've been in this fandom for 6 years now and I just can't put in the dedication to this fandom that I once did.

I'm still going to be on Tumblr and I might post something on occasion but it'll be pretty rare if I do. If anything it'll be older content I wanted to share but never did at the time I made it for some reason. You're free to keep following me, but I understand if you don't wish to anymore.

I'm sorry if I've disappointed any of you. A part of me is disappointed in myself and I hope one day I'll find it in me to finish my fics, even if that's 5 or 10 years down the road… But right now I just can't do it and I think it's time everyone who follows me knows that.

Thank you for reading my fics and for following me. Its truly been an honour writing fics for this fandom for the past four years.

Take care all of you and as always…

Have a wonderful day :3. Warrior.