#gonna tackle some drafts today maybe

[mmriesoftvat]

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[solarpunkani]

hi would like to make this clear that this is gonna be an unhinged rant about my college classes.

For context, one of my classes is a semester-long group project (hell) and I pitched the idea of solar powered community fridges to my group and we rolled with it. Here's a post i made on it previously. We don't have to make the fridges themselves, basically just talk about the problem our concept addresses (food insecurity in this case) and how we think this concept would work and how, in a hypothetical reality where we made it real, we would test to see if it worked.

Anyways we had to post the rough draft of our presentations so people in other groups could see what we were doing and comment on them with their thoughts and all. Yknow. Classic 'college class discussion board have to reply to at least one project with quality feedback' stuff. And

Man.

I am so frustrated.

Highlights:

My group keeps insisting that we should have an app for the solar fridges. I don't know why they think app design needs to fit into community fridges but they put it into the draft posted to the forum.

In this case they proposed the app would be kinda like Instacart? Where people who want to donate to the fridges but don't have groceries on them and don't feel like going to get groceries can put in money and then people will then go buy the groceries to put in the fridge. Or use the funds to help with fridge maintenance. And the fridges would have 'QR codes, links, etc. to connect community members for the common cause of helping tackle food insecurity in the community.'

Lots of the comments were pretty good! People liked the idea. There were some concerns about insulation and keeping things cool with low energy cost (the program is online but the college itself is in Georgia USA so many people are in Georgia) but yknow.

But the frustrating part to me I guess is that a lot of people seem convinced that people would use the fridges 'unfairly' and that we'd need to find a way to restrict how much food people can take out or how many times they can use it or something. Which frankly in my opinion defeats the purpose of it being a community fridge. Here are some examples of things people have said so far (comments are due tomorrow evening but I'm mad now so I'm venting now):

One student said "How will you know if the pantry is being utilized fairly?" and "How will the app work? In a dream world, this might be a way to help with tracking and accountability. (Just a thought…) Maybe folks would need to sign up on the app, they get a code… and the fridge acts as a sort of vending machine to deliver what they need. This would give you data to measure success. :)"

Which. I just. This feels completely antithetical to the purpose of a community fridge??? Or a community anything???? Little free pantries and little free libraries don't operate on a 'you get a code to access it once' vending machine basis?? We even mentioned community farm stalls/community pantries in the draft write up! And showed examples!

Another student said "Great thoughts. I am concerned about one person taking all the food for themselves. It might be a great idea to have them in an enclosed area with access control through the app that would log and lock out people who are overusing the resource. Perhaps a barcode could be added to Apple Wallet to track each individual's arrival? Possibly having a mechanized lock and opening mechanism that would only allow each fridge to be open for a specific time before automatically closing and locking? Each scan would only allow access once each 24-48 hour period, preventing "password sharing.""

I cannot emphasize enough that this is the comment that has brought me here today because with all due respect what the flying fuck do you think is the point of a community fridge! I'm already prickly about the idea of limiting access to the fridge itself to only people with cellphones, but to this degree?! Like maybe its because I'm the one who came up with the concept and I care about terms like 'mutual aid' and 'community building' and 'judgement free accessibility to food' but have these people not heard of the concept of helping people?!?! With no strings attached?!? If someone takes all the contents of a community fridge or pantry--which, seriously, how likely is that--they're probably hungry and need it! The concept of putting community resources behind a lock and limiting accessibility is just repulsive to me???

Like someone else commented with this excellent point--"As several have addressed above, I am also wondering how would you monitor use? If you use the simplicity of the honor system, it could easily be taken advantage of. However, I feel like if you were to create some sort of access code, how is it to say that they people needing the use of the fridge will have access to the necessary technology to get the code? It's a tricky situation to think about." For the purposes of this hypothetical assignment where we'd need to track how many people are using the fridges? Yeah I guess we'd need to be able to track how many people use it and when. But in reality??? In real life reality where people are living and struggling and hungry??? I just don't really give a shit!! Helping five people is better than helping none, and locking access behind technology everyone pretends is universal but really isn't is not the way to help!

And of course one of my groupmates is already commenting on all these posts like 'oh! I really like the idea of restricting access to a code! :)' even when someone said 'hey my family struggled with food insecurity when I was a kid and I think this would be helpful but not if you could only access it with an app some of the most vulnerable citizens wouldn't be able to access it I wouldn't have been able to access it' my groupmate was still like 'oh but that wouldn't be a problem today now would it? :) Maybe we should make a way to get a code without downloading the app :)' like maybe there shouldn't be an access code in the first place?!?!

Like am I crazy or like. What the fuck. Again I am here so I don't blow up on a bunch of masters students in a discussion post but like UGH

"you gotta be able to gague if the people who're using it are the people who actually need it" food insecurity can look so many different ways for so many different reasons and you can't always judge by appearances and income levels who is struggling to feed themselves or their families!! There are people who have nice jobs who are struggling because they're caring for sick family members or kids or dealing with student loans or ANYTHING! There are people with nice clothes who are trying to decide between buying groceries and paying rent! There are people living in their cars or couch surfing looking for jobs who also happen to own an XBox or a Laptop!!! "Sorry you can't access the community fridge because you don't look poor and needy enough to me. but if you do, good news--you can only use it once every 48 hours so make it last!" Bullshit utter bullshit.

I talk to people in my life about things like community fridges and little free pantries and mutual aid and the like and people are always like 'ok but theres gotta be strings attatched' BUT ACTUALLY NO THERE DON'T GOTTA!!! Maybe we could change how we view our fellow human beings and stop assuming that everyone around you are greedy little demons looking to ruin everything good and that you are the only holy and righteous saint on the streets who understands the concept of 'community resources' and 'sharing' maybe??? It's like that post about community fruit trees where people are like 'oh but what if people steal all the fruit' like HELLO? how do you STEAL a PUBLICALLY ACCESSIBLE RESOURCE

I'm tired of this goddamn class I'm tired of this goddamn group project if anyone actually has the ability to make a solar powered community fridge you have to promise to keep it accessible and not put it behind locks and QR codes and limited access and facial tracking BS promise me promise me promise me

[ask-danganronpa-after-death]

Hello there!

I bet you didn't expect to see something from this very dead blog today, huh? Anyways, It's been... a really long time... like over a year and half worth of time. So we're well overdue for an update!

(tl;dr at the end)

I'll just start with some honesty on my part, when Mod Prom asked me to help them revive this blog the first time, I had just played V3. A lot of the plot points and minor details were still pretty fresh in my mind, and writing what amounted to a full retelling from a different perspective, felt more doable. Now it's been a few years, a lot of life, and I'd be hard pressed to remember V3 clearly. I've tried to start a second playthrough, and I've tried to watch let's plays for chapter 2 to write more for the blog, but none of it has been successful.

and BELIEVE ME I've been wanting to start this blog up again for MONTHS. In fact, I've had 4 posts READY to release since March of this year, and at least 8 posts drafted and thumbnailed. I just... didn't want to bring this project back until I knew I could actually commit to it. I thought maybe if I had enough of a backlog I could simply start posting once a week and try to keep pace, but that was a lot harder than it sounded.

I don't want to abandon this blog, this story and these characters, and I don't think I can properly put into words how strongly I feel about that.

This is update could have happened at any time, but is coming out now because well... me and Prom are working on some bigger original projects. Ones that we're SO excited to share. This blog in it's limited run has taught me a lot and I want to learn more. I want to be able to bring this project to a more natural conclusion, put it to rest with pride, and to be able to enter a bit of a new creative era.

I've been talking with Mod Prom and we think it's best to take a step back from this actually being an ask blog. Handling the inbox was a bit of a nightmare, and I've got a LOT more respect for the ask blogs of yore that managed to keep up. We still want to keep engagement, but we're going to change just how that works. We're just not sure how yet.

The first step to getting started again is posting the drafts I already have completed as a way to enter the second chapter, and from there things are going to play out a bit more loosely. Posts are gonna focus more on key story beats and occasional goofy tangents as opposed to moment to moment storytelling.

TL;DR - This blog is getting revived, but things are going to be a bit different. We want to give a proper telling and conclusion to the story we started, but keeping up the format isn't something Mod Prom or I can really tackle, we'll still try to accept and post asks when we can.

Thank you to everyone that has been patient with us, and to everyone who might join us in the future

~ Mod Noodle 🌱

[advnterccs]

{ OOC } alright drafts are done and queued. i still have 8 more but those will be tackled at a later date. i'm gonna be lurking here today and maybe reblogging some memes. if anyone wants to plot something out, hmu !!

[mercyprevaild]

Morning y'all

I took two naps yesterday and still fell asleep before midnight and slept until 930. Burn out? Maybe. But I feel a little better today and aside from trying to tackle some chores, I'm gonna try to work on my drafts and answer some stuff in my inbox.

I hope everyone has a great day 💕

[prettysuper]

// Gonna try and tackle some asks & drafts today. Maybe update a couple of new verses too. Thanks for being patient fronds ♡

[innocencel0st]

I've been sleeping off and on all morning (catching up on all that lost rest since Draven's on winter break and I'm off work today).

Gonna go get dressed and get lunch, might reblog a meme or two before I leave so that I'll maybe have some asks when I come back to get me into the writing flow so I can tackle some drafts.

[protectivemusesmoving]

Alright. Today is gonna be a catch me on Discord type day. I do plan to be around and slowly tackling inbox and drafts today since I didn't last night, but I've also gotta do some farming on Genshin so I'll be bouncing back and forth. If I get at least half of my stuff knocked out on here today, I'll maybe try to make a new promo and maybe add a few test muses on here. We'll see.

I do want to be on here today though since I've actually got some stuff I wanna write

[genshinfanboy]

My Windblume

|Hello everyone. I'm back with another one shot. This one will be with Thoma a man who came and stole my heart. I know it has been awhile my writing is terribly slow. Please forgive me this has been in my drafts for months unfinished. This one-shot will be taking place during the windblume festival. The reader and Thoma were once upon a time best friends in Mondstadt. Thoma was always hopelessly in love with the reader. It will probably be a bit long so please bare with me. Feel free to change the pronouns to fit you own. Please enjoy. Anyways have a great day or night. |

Warning: light angst and mentions of death.

Thoma x Male! Knight of Favonist! reader.

Thoma was on a boat back to Mondstadt. He had gotten some time off and since the decree was lifted he's finally able to go back to Mondstadt. He couldn't wipe the smile off of his face. He did hope the Kamisato estate won't become a mess in his absence. The time of year was the Windblume festival as well. The timing as perfect as this was one of his favorite holidays growing up.

He leaned on the railing of the boat thinking back to those days. He was running around with a boy close to his age. The two always spent the Windblume festival together.

There he was running after his best friend. They were playing in a field barely out of the city. Thoma ran faster catching the (hair colored) male. He tackled his bestfriend. "I win (name)! You now have to stay with me all day!" He had a wide smile as (name) looked up at him.

The other male in his arms was pouting and squirming. "Thoma I was gonna spend the day with you regardless. I just had to drop off a letter I wrote for Kaeya." He whined.

This made Thoma pout and hold him tighter. "Nope you can give it to him on some other day. I caught you so your mine for the day. Kaeya got all your attention yesterday. It's my day. You said I get one wish if I could catch you and I did." He said sticking his tongue out. The two were still fairly small.

Thoma knew he was being selfish that day but hearing about (Name)'s other best friend Kaeya made him jealous. He wondered if he would be able to see his old friend again. The other male was his first love. He still thinks about the other's smile laugh.

He gave another happy sigh remembering how the other boy had always brought him a flower crown made out of windmil asters. It was a tradition of their's. Thoma would wear the crown all day. He remembered one year embarrassing the other by claiming nothing could make him more endearing than the way he cared for others.

He gave a sigh as Windrise came into view. His smile widen. He hoped (name) didn't leave or forgotten him. He got off the ship and saw the ship's crew wave at him before sailing off. He looked at the shore and saw a male with a (hair length) (hair color) cut. They had a bottle with a paper in it.

He walked over the person was looking off into the distance. The other didn't look back. "Excuse me. I know this maybe strange from a stranger but are you alright? If just fine if you don't wanna tell me I just know that it's the Windblume festival and people typically have joy during this time." As he spoke Thoma knew he shouldn't get involved but couldn't help himself.

(Name) gave a sigh this person wasn't trying to do any harm. From their voice he could tell he didn't recognize the person. "I'm just sending out a message in a bottle in hopes Barbados guides it to them." He stated before placing the bottle in the cool water. Some tears started falling from his eyes. He quickly wiped them not wanting the other person to see. He watched the bottle drift into the water. He kept looking off to the distance. He remembers those beautiful emerald eyes and his blonde hair too well.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry! Would you like to talk about it? Are you ok?" The stranger's voice was soothing. (Name) gave a sad sigh. "I'm ok just today brings back memories of my best friend. Everyone keeps telling me they died years ago. A part of me wants it to be fake and that he is just somewhere else. I'm basically at war with myself denying things put people tell me and a part of me believing. Doing the latter makes my heart ache. I loved them. Sorry for the ramble. Thanks for listening. Enjoy the festival traveler. If you need assistance at all please feel free to come find me. I need to go get ready to be on duty as a knight." (Name) answered.

(Name) felt slightly better talking about it. He didn't want to bother the stranger. He also had to go on duty. Protecting Mondstadt was very important to them. If his best friend did come home he would have a safe place. It's the whole reason they joined the knights.

He also had a Windmill aster flower crown in his bag. He made one every year in hopes of seeing Thoma again. (Name) would probably end up giving it to Klee cause Sir Kaeya didn't let him live it down last year after he received the crown.

This holiday was bittersweet for the knight. As it was a day filled with a bunch of good memories to soon be forgotten by many. "Anyways welcome to Mondstadt traveler." He said. He was about to be on duty and had to collect himself after all. He was avoiding looking at the person so his red and Puffy eyes weren't too noticeable.

Thoma watched the person turn and about to leave without looking at him. He looked at the other male closely. The features seemed familiar his voice did as well. He started to think about all of the people he once knew when he lived in Mondstadt. The only person he could think of was his best friend that matched the other's appearance. "Wait I know you want to leave but can I ask what your name is?" Thoma quickly asked before the other had walked off.

"I'm Sir (name) under the investigation team of the knights. Why did I do something improper?" He responded finally looking back at Thoma. He looked stunned and quickly rubbed his eyes not believing the sight in front of him. He knew those eyes anywhere. "Thoma?" His voice was quiet and questioning itself.

Thoma gave a bright smile. "Seems like you were right to believe I didn't die (Name). Glad you didn't forget about me. I was really worried about that. Sorry it took me so long to get home." He said looking at the other. He was slightly surprised in what happened next. He was tackled to the ground. He wasn't expecting as much force but wasn't mad about it. He gave a laugh. "Since you're a knight now does that mean we can't spend this windblume together?"

(Name) was holding onto him tightly. His tears came back. He had so much to day to this man but not enough time to do so. "Come to my house after I get off duty. I wanna catch up. How long are you staying?" His voice was quiet.

Thoma gave a laugh and wrapped his arms around the other. His feelings came back full force. His best friend hadn't changed one bit. He looked at the other with a smile. "I am only here for three days. I need to get back to inazuma after that and take care of my job. I'm worried the estate I work at may not be as clean if I am away for too long. Tho can't say I want to let you go to do your own job. I'm sure acting grandmaster Jean will understand if you're a little late" He said.

"Absolutely not. Sir kaeya and I were partnered up today to do patrols. The knights are short staffed." (Name) quickly stated with red cheeks. It was cute to Thoma. Tho he felt that same jealousy towards Kaeya as he always did even now. "How about we at least walk to the city together?" He suggested with a short pout. (Name) nodded.

The two then released the other from their short hug on the ground. They stood up and dusted themselves off. (Name) nearly forgot about the flower crown he had made. He quickly reached into his bag. "Thoma close your eyes!" He quickly exclaimed.

Thoma did enjoy surprises sometimes however his young lord did make him a bit nervous about them from time to time. Though he complied to his friend's wishes and closed his eyes. He was slightly expecting to get hit for making the other think he was dead. Since the other was a knight now it would surely hurt. He wondered why (Name) became a knight he had no interest in it before.

Thoma felt something placed on his head. He opened his eyes to see his childhood friend really close to his face. His cheeks became a little pink due to the distance. "You kept making me flower crowns despite no one knowing if I was alive?" He asked surprised. The other looked away with a dark blush.

"Yeah. After I considered Windmill asters to be my windblume because they were your favorite flower. The flower crowns became something I did because of memories I had with you." He mumbled with a darker blush. Thoma had a bit of a blush himself.

"Hate to break up this reunion and all but I need to steal (Name)." A voice interrupted the two. They both jumped startled. They look over to see Kaeya. (Name) looked worried. "Oh no am I late?" He asked worried.

"Acting Grand Master Jean sent me to come find you because she was worried. It's not like you to even be a minute late. She would've sent more people to look for you if we had more people but during the festival and most of the calvary gone we're tight on people. Did you at least manage to tell Thoma you became a knight...." kaeya started but was quickly stopped by (Name) putting his hands over Kaeya's mouth.

"Let's get to patrolling. I'll see you later Thoma." He said panicked as he quickly pushed Kaeya away. Thoma stood there in a small confusion of what just happened. He was a bit confused but guess he could ask about it later. He made his way into the city and decided to catch up on things. He was also finally old enough to try dandelion wine.

The day was nice but Thoma couldn't wait for it to end to see his long time friend once again. When the two met up again (Name) seemed embarrassed Thoma was still wearing the flower crown. "You're still wearing that?" He asked nervously.

Thoma smiled proudly. "Of course. Why wouldn't I? I did it when we were kids as well. So what was Kaeya talking about earlier?" He asked. His curiosity was definitely piqued. He wanted to know because it was clearly supposed to be a secret. Thoma had a knack for getting secrets out of people.

(Name) sighed in defeat. Of course the one time those two worked together was the one time he didn't want them to. "I became a knight so that if you returned you'd have a safe home to return to." He said quietly unable to meet those emerald eyes. His eyes widened when he felt something on his cheek. He looked over and realized Thoma just kissed his cheek. His brain was malfunctioning. "Do you have to go back to Inazuma?" (Name) asked with a frown.

"It is where I belong. However I'm sure my lord and my lady wouldn't be upset if I brought you back with me. That is if you'd like." Thoma said holding the other's hand in his own. "I wish we could pick people to be our windblumes you'd definitely would've always been mine." His words were sweet and the offer was really tempting (Name) would have to think this through.

[pappydaddy]

Nurse Simon (s.k)

A/N: I had absolutely no idea what to name this. This is just a quick fic I wrote up for Simon to kick off my Fear Street Masterlist so it's not very long, just a little blurb. I wrote this all last night at one o'clock in the morning because I couldn't sleep with my mouthguard in (I had to get it because I chew the inside of my cheeks and lip in my sleep when I'm anxious) and I just rolled with it. Anywho, I hope you lovelies enjoy this very random Simon fic💛!

TV Show/Movie: Fear Street: 1994

Pairing: Simon Kalivoda x Fem!Reader

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Simon Kalivoda Taglist: @maybe-alistair

Warnings: Anxiety is mentioned, anxious tick is also mentioned (chewing the inside of your mouth). Not proofread, I'm going to read through all my fics so I will edit this better then.

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Laying in bed, Y/N groaned, flipping over dramatically as she pleaded with her brain to shut up. Mouthing the uncomfortable mouthguard around in her mouth, she cursed her brain for making her this way. “Stupid Anxiety.” Her words were altered by the lisp the mouth guard gave her as she flopped onto her back once again, staring blankly up at the ceiling as the silver moonlight flowed against it.

She was still not used to having to wear the mouthguard her doctor instructed her to get after their last appointment. To make things worse, it was a random unopened mouth guard found at the bottom of her brother’s duffle bag. So there was no way of knowing the true cleanliness of the plastic guard (even though she boiled it three times just to be safe). Letting out yet another annoyed groan, Y/N forced her eyes shut, trying to manually shut her brain off so she could get at least a few hours of sleep before school tomorrow.

Just as her brain began to slow down, the unexpected draft suddenly invading her room kickstarted her brain right into overdrive. She froze, trying to figure out if the sheer exhaustion she was battling the past few weeks had finally gotten to her - causing her to hallucinate - or if there was actually a murderer climbing through her window right then and there. Both were possibilities in Shadyside.

The stumble of feet tripping over her knocked-over cardboard cutout of Nick Lachey made her blood run cold, but in a moment of sheer stupidity, Y/N shot straight up in her bed, flicking on her lamp to uncover her murderer. Stunned, she sat there blinking at her boyfriend as he blinked back at her, for some reason scared that he had been caught sneaking into her bedroom at three in the morning.

“What the fuck, Simon,” She exclaimed, her mouth guard making her talk with a lisp. She didn’t realize it was still in, instead, proceeding to grab her pillow from behind her and hurl it at her boyfriend. “You can’t do that shit in Shadyside, I thought you were a murderer.” She wished she hadn’t thrown her pillow at him since she had a strong desire right then to smack him repeatedly with it, but at the same time, she didn’t want to throw both her pillows.

“I’m sorry,” He apologized, holding one hand in the air as he bent down to grab her pillow from by his feet. “Sheesh woman, you have good aim,” He muttered, rubbing his nose after being hit square in the face by her uncomfortably hard pillow. “How do you even sleep on these things? When I sleepover, I just use my folded-up t-shirt, it’s softer than this shit.” He asked, tossing the pillow to its rightful place at the head of her bed.

“Well I’m sorry that with all the great technology of the 90s, we as a human race have failed to figure out the perfect pillow formula, Simon,” She grunted sarcastically, still forgetting about the mouth guard. “Now why are you here,” She demanded, crossing her arms over her chest, inadvertently drawing her sex-crazed, always horny boyfriend’s attention to her boobs. “Simon!”

“Huh, what?” He snapped out of it before looking at her face, jumping back with a small scream.

“What?” She asked, looking behind her for whatever scared him, but there was nothing. Looking back at him, she saw the same look of terror on his face, his shaking finger pointed right at her.

“Don’t freak out babe, but there is something in your mouth,” He whispered, stepping hesitantly towards her bed, too scared to get close to it. “It’s all over your teeth and a tail thing is sticking out of it.” He pulled his top lip up, pointing to his top teeth before swooping it to indicate a tail.

Y/N rolled her eyes, pulling the mouth guard from her mouth, a string of saliva following it. She cringed, thankful their relationship was not new or that would have been mortifying. Simon had always been comfortable around her. At first, Y/N was more careful about what she did in front of him, not being her full self out of fear of him leaving, but being in a relationship with a person for over six months changes that. “It’s my mouth guard, you Baboon.” She told him, reaching over to place it in its case.

“Why do you need a mouth guard, scared of getting tackled in your sleep?” He asked, crawling onto her bed, flipping unceremoniously into the spot next to her, winching when he landed on the hard pillow.

“No, it’s so that I stop chewing the inside of my cheek when I’m anxious.” She barked, grumpy.

“Sheesh, someone’s a little grumpy.” Simon sucked in a breath, looking at her with gleaming eyes. She glared down at him, not wanting to admit that the wide, sparkling blue eyes he was giving her broke through her grumpiness instantly.

“No shit, I was just about to fall asleep when you came falling through my window, scaring me half to death and now you won’t stop talking,” She ranted, pointing at the still open window. “And you didn’t even have half the decency to close the window after you.”

He rolled off the bed, walking over to shut and lock the window. “Well, let’s go to bed together. Might help you sleep, then we can sleep in tomorrow morning.” He suggested, picking up the cardboard cutout, standing it in the corner of the room next to her extensive Cassette and CD collection.

“We have school in the morning.” She reminded him, not looking up from where she was fixing her bedsheets from him messing them up when he rolled out of the bed.

“You’re such a nerd that you want to go to school on Thanksgiving?” Simon asked jokingly, knowing full well that her exhausted brain completely forgot what day it was tomorrow (or today since it was the morning already).

“Shit-“

“It’s all right, I have the day off so I’ll nurse you back to sanity, babe.” He pretended he was doing her a great justice as he flopped back down beside her, pulling her down with him, pressing her back flush against his front.

“That’s not an overly comforting thought,” She grumbled, but he simply shushed her, petting her hair. “Fine,” She gave up, accepting it. “But the only reason I am not chewing you out for making me think I was gonna get murdered is the fact that I am too tired to argue.” Her words slowly became slower and more slurred as being wrapped in Simon’s arms made her feel protected and less anxious, basically shutting her brain off with the feeling of his touch.

Mustering up enough strength to battle against the sudden wave of sleepiness, she reached to turn her lamp off, bathing them in darkness that only the silver moonbeams broke up. Seconds later, her eyelids drooped, cutting out all light. “I love you, Simon.” She breathed out, forgetting her mouthguard.

“I love you too, babe,” He responded. She could feel him reaching over her to her nightstand, but she was too tired to care. “I love you so much that I can’t let you forget your terrifying mouthguard.” He whispered, thinking she was asleep. Gently, he managed to wiggle the mouthguard into her mouth before settling back down behind her pulling her farther into him, snuggling his face into the back of her neck affectionately.

[random-mha-thoughts]

hey bby! ni anon back again after kicking plagiarist ass! i just saw this crack ship between shiggy and miruko called dustbunny and it’s lowkey kind of cute and you know i sensed some tension between dabi and the kitsune quirk reader so what about a fic set in that same scenario where they’re mirukos little hero sidekick and they come across dabi and shiggy and find out about some unresolved tension between their partners and the villains who’s asses they’re supposed to kick? a crack fic u know

No Idea (A Week Later...)

Genre: Crack

Characters: Mirko, Shigaraki, Dabi, Reader

Word count: 986

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ @bunnythepipsqueak​

a/n: First of all ni anon babe, I'm sorry I kept you waiting! This has been in my draft box because I was really stumped on how to tackle this. But! After consulting my dear friend @league-of-imagination, I’ve come up with a pretty funny little scenario that you’ll hopefully enjoy!

This comes as a mini sequel to No Idea, but you don’t necessarily need to read that one to read this one. And there’s no Bakugou, sorry...  Enjoy~

"I'm not gonna leave you alone without backup, not after you almost died."

I sigh, rolling my shoulders as we walk down the street.  "If it wasn't Dabi, I would've been okay."  At least I'm recovered from that fight; no major injuries, just severe dehydration that I recovered by chugging two gallons of water every day for a few days afterward.

"Yeah, I heard your boyfriend was pretty scared.  He must care a lot about you."  Mirko cheekily smiles at me.

"Ah, maybe a little too much..."  Bakugou didn't allow me to train for at least two days after I was discharged from the hospital, even when I insisted I was fine.

"It's okay, I'll be here to protect you now, even on the off chance that we run into Dabi."  She flashes an overly-confident thumbs-up.

My mentor's confidence surges right through me.  "Yeah, what are the odds we'll run into him again so soon?"

Right as I look forward again, two hooded figures are stopped in front of us, one of them with obvious pale-blue hair in his face and the other with even more obvious piercings and staples lining the burnt half of his features.

Yeah, what are the fucking odds?

Just as I lift my hands up in a defensive position, Mirko slams her hands on my arms, "Chill out, (Y/n), they don't seem hostile today."

"Someone's just a bit too on edge after they almost died a week ago," Dabi smirks.

I clench my fists and try to rip my arm away from my mentor.  "Exactly, you asshat, you almost killed me!"

"Cool it, cool it!"

I turn on her.  "Shouldn't we be, I don't know, apprehending them?!"  Why aren't we doing anything?

Mirko shrugs.  "They're not doing anything, let's leave them alone for now."

"Yeah, we're not being particularly bad right now, sweetie."  Dabi's lips quirk up into a smug smirk.

I scowl at him before flitting my head back to the supposed pro hero in front of me and start waving my hands frantically.  WHY IS SHE SO CALM ABOUT THIS?!  "Sure, it's not like they're wanted criminal terrorists or anything-!"

"Anyway," the bunny hero completely disregards my protests and wraps an arm around my shoulder, "I couldn't help but notice that there's some unresolved tension between you and Burnt-Chicken over there, maybe you guys should work that out while I take on Handsy over there."

"What- No-"

Before I can offer anymore protest, Shigaraki runs away towards the back alley and Mirko follows him, leaving me alone with Dabi.  The minute he makes the smallest movement to look at me, my hands are up again.  "If you dare touch me-"

"Relax, kid, we're not here to start trouble," he drawls casually.  "This is just a conjugal visit."

I freeze in my position.  "What do you mean?"

"Wow, you're dense as usual," he rolls his eyes.  "Either that or you're still new."  He notices the confusion still plastered on my face and he sighs.  "Don't tell me you didn't notice how those two were eyeing each other intensely."

"I mean, I'd believe it, you guys are villains, Mirko-san probably wanted to stay wary abut you guys."  I relax into a standing position, but still carefully observing.

"Yeah, you're just dense."  Dabi rotates around towards the alley the pair just disappeared behind and crosses his arms.  "Those two are up to something, trust me."  He hums in thought as he slowly walks towards the alley and I follow close by.  "Let's see.  Ten bucks says they’re fucking.”

I gape at his insinuation.  “Twenty says they’re fighting!  Mirko isn’t like that.”  How dare he think of my mentor like that.

“You don’t know Handjob then, or your precious hero," he cackles.

I scoff, resisting the urge to choke him.  “Thirty says you’ll shut the fuck up.”

“Forty says you’ll sleep with me.”

I freeze up again, almost missing a step.  “I'd rather die than go back to you.”

“That can be arranged.”  One of his palms lights up with a small blue flame before it disappears.  "Just not today, I have a bet to win."

"You're gonna win, get over yourself."  I roll my eyes at him, finally turning the corner as the pair comes into view.  Mirko has Shigaraki pinned against the wall by his shoulders.  A well-satisfied smirk plasters on my face as I hold out my hand to Dabi.  "Pay up."

Next thing I know, she pushes his head into his.  At first, I think it's a headbutt maneuver.  Turns out, they're violently making out.

My jaw drops to the floor.  What. The.  FUCK?!

Dabi holds out his own hand.  "Told ya so."  He looks over when I don't respond, my eyes still peeled onto the horrific scene in front of me.  "Aw, you look so cute when you're humiliated like that."  His hand closes my chin.

Mirko hoists Shigaraki up by his scrawny legs and continues ravaging him.  "Oh fuck's sake!" I scream before escaping from the scene in disgusted panic.

Dabi cackles behind me, doubling over at the crisis I'm having.  "Now do you see how some of these 'heroes' are?  Don't be so surprised."

"Shut up, don't talk to me."  If only there was bleach for my eyes.

Mirko and Shigaraki stumble out of the alley, both of their hair disheveled and their clothes pulled around.  Some of Mirko's pale pink lipstick is smeared all over the boy's face and neck.  It's disgusting.

"I'm outta here," I mumble to myself.

"I'll collect my twenty next time they wanna meet up, kid!"

"YOU'RE NOT GETTING IT!"

Mirko jogs up next to my fuming figure, hastily wiping the smeared makeup and saliva (gross) from her face.  "So-"

"Stay the hell away," I whirl on her and give her my deadliest glare before turning back on my heel.

"Aw, come on, villains are simps too-"

"I SAID STAY AWAY!"

[jedimordsith]

How do you deal with doubts as a writer? I am currently writing a fic but I keep wanting to restart because its not “perfect” or the way I hoped it would be. I hate restarting and I just want to finish it, but I’m so unhappy with where the story is right now. It’s really making me doubt myself and my capability of making a good story.

First off, please accept all the hugs. 🤗🤗🤗 It is crazy hard and super frustrating when fic doesn’t work the way you want.

I’m not sure how cohesive my thoughts are today, but I’m going to try to answer this as best I can. 

1. Remember that there’s no such thing as perfection.

This sounds cliche, but it’s a hard (and inconvenient) fact. Language is inherently incomplete and fluid. To make matters worse, we all speak/write and consume it through the lens of our own understanding and experience. So it is physically impossible to produce anything that absolutely 100% conforms to our vision and is perceived the way we perceive by everyone else all the time. 

While this can be cause for frustration, it can also prompt us to give ourselves the grace we both need and deserve as creators. 

2. Blame the muse. 

Have you seen Elizabeth Gilbert’s TED talk about muses? As someone who has written both under the influence of a muse and strictly via formula as “work,” I deeply hold to the idea that muses (a) are real, (b) can be fickle, and (c) cannot be rushed. 

If something is fighting you, it may not be a reflection of you at all. Some stories have a life of their own and that’s okay. Viewing things through this lens doesn’t necessarily make it less frustrating when things don’t work, but it does make it easier to keep your head out of an angry, depressive, or doubting spiral when it happens. 

3. Give it time.

I know you said you want to finish, and I empathize with that feeling. (So, so much. Really.) But sometimes fics need time to “ripen.” Especially if they are complex or near and dear to our hearts. 

Case in point: Gift and DBW each took around 3 years to complete and even then neither is as good as it could have been. 

If you can, maybe set the fic aside and work on something else. Or make a deal with yourself to finish a full draft and then set it aside. Make a list of things that aren’t working and then go do other things and let your subconscious chew on it. (I swear to the Force that this does work. Just be prepared to get whacked over the head out of the blue with ideas and solutions.) 

Circle back around to the fic every month or every few months and see what happens. You may be surprised at the solutions that “magically” present themselves once you have a little distance! 

4. Get a Duck (or a friend).

Are you familiar with Rubber Duck Debugging? Turns out the same process works for us writers!! 

As a prime example, I struggled with a particular chunk of Oracle until I sat down and talked through the problem with sweet and patient @celinamarniss, who helpfully pointed out that I’d actually already written the solution into the fic... I just couldn’t see it. 🤯

[Full disclosure: I also talk to my dogs and my Artoo Detoo when I’m writing at weird times and don’t have a person to bug.]

A trusted friend or beta can do amazing things for changing our perspective and feelings about our fics and can be instrumental in getting them back on track when they derail!

5. Check in with the rest of your life.

This one is huge for me. I could literally write you a book on this point by itself. 

Writing does not exist in a bubble. If you are tired, stressed, hungry, generally anxious, or overwhelmed, all of those feelings can glom onto your fic and make you feel far worse about it than is actually called for. 

So take a step back, check in with yourself, and do some self-care. As a bonus, even if it isn’t the root of the problem, this will definitely set you up to better tackle fixing your fic!!

6. Recognize that the struggle is a sign of growth. 

I am watching Haikyuu!! right now and there’s a series of episodes where my beloved Volleyball Idiots are a hot mess. Every member of the team is actively pushing outside his comfort zone, trying new things, and drilling skills. And guess what? They suck. Everything goes from pretty good to disaster. Catastrophe. Gloom, despair, and agony. Seriously.

But it’s temporary. More importantly, it’s a sign of growth. This is true in writing, too.

If you’re writing something that’s challenging you, it means you're at the top of your game and pushing the envelope, dude!! That is the opposite of sucking or being incapable! 

I’m not gonna lie -- it can be a miserable feeling while you’re in the trenches, but it also means that if you stick with it, your story has the potential to be amazeballs.

[Further disclaimer: None of this is theoretical or idealistic. This list is legit what I do with my writing when I’m struggling, and it is what I know that other writers, both fanfic and pro, do when they struggle.] 

Writing can be a brutal hobby. It can also be breathtakingly beautiful and rewarding. Don’t let the brutal rob you of the breathtaking. It will get better. I promise. ❤️

[tsumtsum-into-omiomi]

CHAPTER TWO: HISTORY 101

warning(s): cursing

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"What if... I told you all that practitioners like us used to be able to roam the earth as we wished?" Atsumu starts, a smug look on his face as if he is about to reveal a huge secret. Osamu, who is sitting behind the class computer to control their slide show, rolls his eyes. He hates it when Atsumu presents because he tends to act overly dramatic.

 "They're able to be found anywhere in Japan, and even though they're a minority, practitioners and non-practitioners lived in harmony together. They're accepted and even trusted to govern states alongside non-practitioners; taking on important roles as ministers and such. Sounds pretty sweet, right?"

 Atsumu then pauses for a second to cue Osamu to move on to the next slide. The screen flickers, now projecting six pictures of professional looking men and women in suits with their names underneath, "these people are examples of distinguished figures who made sure our law and order were in place so that the peace between practitioners and non-practitioners was kept in check when they lived together. They drafted the constitution that we are still using to this day."

 "This woman," Atsumu points to one of the pictures on his slide, "Ota Shiori, was the person who campaigned for the famous safety law to be sanctioned. It was designed to protect non-practitioners from unlawful usage of magic on them. She truly believed that, in no circumstances should they feel threatened by the power that they were not blessed with. And the practitioners were cautious about this matter. They made sure not to hurt anyone with their magic."

 "However, circa 1850s, non-practitioners began a purging movement, fueled by a rising political party, called Chōwa, who wanted to be in power," Atsumu gestures to Osamu. He taps on the keyboard and the slide changes. There are pictures of protests and violent acts on the screen, assumed to be inflicted on practitioners. Low murmurs and soft gasps can be heard filling the lecture hall. There is tension in the air.

 "To them," Atsumu continues, riding on the mood of the class and using a serious tone, "for as long as practitioners were living among non-practitioners, they would not be able to hold absolute administration because they thought we could topple them down with our magic anytime. That scared them a lot."

 Osamu then stands up to continue where Atsumu left off, "the purge had forced magic practitioners to move and live in isolation, away from others, just to ensure their safety," but unlike Atsumu, his voice is indifferent. He has a mind map displayed and it shows a list of town names. "They began to find new lands to start fresh and due to their small numbers, the community was scattered all over the country. They built small towns where they could live amongst their own people and keep to themselves to stay out of trouble.”

 Osamu points to the screen, “these are the magic towns established over the years that we know of, including ours; Taishi. It is the only town in Hyōgo which houses magic practitioners since the year 1957, a settlement where we can exercise spells freely and a place called home for us to live in peace. Fun fact; Tokyo is the only prefecture that has more than one magic town," Osamu appears dead panned, making it very hard for the audience to be convinced that it is, indeed, a fun fact.

 He taps on the keyboard again. This time, the Hyōgo prefecture's map is presented beside a picture of three men in suits standing side by side.

 "However, it is also important to note that there are people out there who do not share Chōwa's sentiment towards the magic community and are accepting of us," he informs, "our small town has its secret hold hidden by the cities of Tatsuno and Himeji. They envelop and give us the protection that we need from being exposed to the rest of the world. It's an agreement they made decades ago with us, even before the name Taishi came to exist, to repay the practitioners for helping them during the age of wars. These three men, Mori Daigo, Abe Genta and Ikeda Hide, were the leaders back then who came up with the peace treaty that is still in effect up until today."

 "Here are some interesting facts on Taishi," Osamu skips to the following slide, "we have a population of around thirty thousand. Our school, Inarizaki, was founded by Abe Genta. The famous Kudo Street was named after Kudo Kazuki, the first practitioner who built our town. Kudo Street gains its popularity as a place to get magical supplies in the 70s..."

 "Gosh, interesting facts?" you whisper to your friend beside you. The two of you are sitting at the far back of the hall, "his face doesn't reflect it at all. Appear a bit more enthusiastic, man."

 Suna yawns, "as if he gives a shit."

 "I'm hungry," you huff.

 "If we hadn't joined this class for fun, we would already be eating right now," Suna side-eyes you.

 "Hey, you also thought it's a fun idea to see the twins present!" you jeer back. "And in case you forgot, we can leave anytime. We're literally sitting beside the door."

 "Nah, let's ask the presenters some mind-boggling questions while we're already here," Suna waves his hand lazily.

 "See, isn't this a better way to spend our free period?" you smirk.

 Suna grins back at you, "go do your work, Satan."

 "Any questions?" Atsumu implores to the class. The two of you sit straight and draw your attention back to the front after realising that the presentation is over.

 You see no hands raised. Nice, an impassive class; the perfect audience. You put your hand up, catching Atsumu's eyes. He points at you with a smile, "yes, at the back there?"

 However, his smile vanishes instantly when you stand up, finally taking notice of you and Suna, who are intruding the class. He glares at you as a warning.

 "I have some questions," you announce, ignoring the invisible daggers he's throwing at you, "aren't you two fifth year students? Why did you choose basic history to present on? Weren't there any other challenging topics that you could've tackled on?"

 Atsumu seems like he's about to break the pen he's holding into half while Osamu scratches his temple with his middle finger, a quiet "fuck you" for you. You and Suna stifle some giggles at their reactions as you plop back into your seat.

 The History teacher clears his throat, "answer the question, Miya. I was wondering the same thing too. I know I said you're free to choose what to present on, but isn't yours very... elementary? Even though this is an entry level History class, I expected more since you're seniors."

 "Aw man," Suna chortles, "if they fail this class again... you're a part of the reason."

 "Nah, Morita-sensei will let them pass this time," you respond, "I don't think he wants to see them again next year for the third time."

 "Lol, imagine having to take an entry level History course  three times in the span of six years at this school."

 "Hm, maybe it's something only the twins can achieve."

 "Look at him spewing bullshit," Suna snickers at Atsumu, who is trying to justify his and Osamu's presentation topic to his best ability.

 "His expertise anyway," you scoff, not even paying attention to what Atsumu is saying.

 Suna nods in agreement, “I feel bad but I’m really enjoying this.”

 “They’re gonna be so pissed off,” you cackle.

 "Any more questions?" Atsumu addresses the whole class.

 "Oh shit, my turn," Suna raises a hand up.

 "Don't let Morita-sensei see you or we'll get kicked out," you remind him in a low voice. Suna only stands up half of his height, hiding from Morita's view behind the rows of students sitting in front of him.

 Once Atsumu catches his raised hand and makes eye contact with Suna, he mouthes a "fuck you" at him. Unfortunately, he doesn't really have a choice other than answering, "yes?"

 "Do you know if the samurai practised magic?"

 A snort escapes from you upon hearing Suna’s question. You then see a text come in from Osamu, who must’ve sent it from behind the computer while everyone was paying attention to Suna just now. It says "I'm gonna feed you two shit tomorrow". You almost lose it seeing how pressed Osamu is right now�� it’s a rare sight. You reply with “sounds good 😋” to him and he sends a middle finger emoji back.

 Ah, what better way to enjoy the trivial life as a student other than being a pain in your brothers’ asses?

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Thank you for reading till the end!! World building is my passion LMAO jk it's super hard I love creating it but writing it?? Phew... Anyway, this is just to give context of the AU they're in!! Hope it gave you a good idea!

[demonwifey]

What about reader coming home with a new hair cut and beetlejucie thinks it's super cute. He wont stop messing with readers hair.

Hey guys, it’s been a minute since I’ve answered someone’s ask. And my dumbass thought I accidentally answered it privately to it’s lovely sender above👆🏽when actually it was in the bottom of my drafts🤦🏽‍♀️. Basically I had a mini panic attack but we’re just going to ignore that. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy!💜🖤💚

Warnings: Cursing, hints of sex

Word Count: 2,256

On a ‘regular day’, when you came home, you would be tackled into a giant bear hug and hounded with kisses by your boyfriend, Beetlejuice. But for some reason, that wasn’t the case today. When you walked in, everything was quiet. Unusually quiet. 

“Hey, Beej! I’m home!” You called loudly, thinking maybe that would trigger him to come out, but still nothing. 

Maybe he was gone, you thought. He did have the tendency to pop back and forth between your house and the Netherworld. You let out a small sigh while taking off your shoes. Great, now you would have to find something else to entertain yourself with while he was gone. TV? Reading? Sketching? It all sounded really boring without Beej around to make you laugh in the middle. You took a second to run a hand through your hair while making your way to the bedroom.

You had a hair appointment this morning but it was more of you visiting a friend while she did your hair. One of your close friends from high school was in beauty school so she would often ask you if she could use your hair for practice. You never minded, obviously. It was almost part of your own style. You loved changing your hair every chance you could. You’ve had long to short, dyed every color in the rainbow, etc.

So Beej wasn’t around to see your new hair, he’ll probably pop back in within the next day or so and you could show him then. As you walked to your bedroom, you pulled the hem of your shirt over your head, wanting to get into some comfortable pajamas as quickly as possible. As you turned into the doorway, you were met by an interesting sight. 

“Welcome home, babycakes.” Beetlejuice spoke in a seductive tone, wiggling his eyebrows along with the words. 

It took everything in you not to laugh at the demon man and his dramatic display he had waiting for you. Beetlejuice laid on his side, propped up on one elbow. Spread around him, what looked like to you, were a plethora of dead rose petals. The lights were turned off but the man had a few candles scattered around the room. With just enough light, you could see that he was wearing your silk lilac robe. And you could tell, unfortunately, that his wide body was stretching the robe out of place. To top everything off, you noticed the pink packaged condom resting between his teeth. Using one hand to cover your mouth, trying to hold in your laughter, you began to speak

“Well, hello to you too, Mr. Juice.” You slowly began to walk into the room. Beetlejuice eyed you up and down as you got closer, immediately noticing that you were only standing in your bra. 

“I see you’ve already got started. I like it when a woman is ten steps ahead.” He muffled out with the condom still sitting between his teeth. You rolled her eyes and sat down on the bed. 

“How can I be ten steps ahead of something I didn’t even know was happening?” You grinned as Beetlejuice slowly crawled his way over to you, trying to look overly seductive as possible. Not that it mattered, whatever he did, he would always be the sexiest demon around in your eyes. You threw the shirt in your hand to the side, then used it to take the condom from Beej’s teeth once he was close enough. You gave the man a quick kiss on the lips before speaking again. 

“What’s all this for? Please don’t tell me I forgot something important.” You asked, feeling Beetlejuice’s hands snake around your waist. You giggled as his arms started feeling up and down your body. Just as he was about to say something, he stopped and gasped. You turned to look at him, thinking something was wrong. Oh god, did you forget something important? While scrambling your brain trying to think of any important events in your relationship, you felt one of his hands graze through your hair. 

“Babes...your hair.” Beetlejuice gawked as he got closer, if that was even possible. You smiled, already knowing what he meant. 

Usually, your hair was styled into a thick coily afro. While visiting your friend, you thought you were only getting a shampoo and deep condition. But instead, she told you she had to practice straightening natural hair. At first you were a little worried because you hadn’t put heat on your hair since high school. You were now 23, making your natural hair journey 4 years so far. Your hair was strong, thick, and healthy just like you wanted for so long. You had been a little nervous about the heat damage that could follow behind. But in the end, you said “fuck it” before letting your friend do her thing. And the finished product made you forget about any worry you had before. You smiled at Beej, using your hand to move some of the hair around.  

“You like it? Andrea said she had to practice some straightening so we ended up with this?” You said, giggling at Beej’s dumbfounded face.

Beetlejuice could only look at you in awe. Not long did his look of admiration turn to a look of mischief, however. The demon man moved his head and locked your lips in a long kiss before grabbing your waist, throwing your body to the middle of the bed. You laughed as Beetlejuice used his full waist to straddle her. 

“I think it looks good, babes. But it’s a shame that it’s gonna get messed up in a few minutes.” Beetlejuice spoke. You felt his hands reach behind you to undo your bra. You giggled before using your free hand, the other still holding the mystery condom, to grab Beej’s jaw. 

“Oh, no. We’re not doing anything until you tell me what’s with this big display and why you’re wearing my robe.” You laughed. Beej pouted when you stopped him. 

“I just wanted to do something special for my favorite breather. And then you come in looking like a sexy snack and just made everything even better.” The demon man explained while also blowing a raspberry on your collar bone. “Aaaaand, I took your robe because it makes me feel sexy.”

You couldn’t hold any more laughter in after that. God, this man was too much of a goofball for you to handle. 

“Okay, fair enough. But that still doesn’t explain this.” You waved the small wrapper in front of Beej’s face. He only gave you a cheeky grin. 

“Oh, I stole that out of Charles’ and Delia’s room. And look, it's flavored~” Beetlejuice picked the wrapper out of your hand and turned it around. He wasn’t lying. There was a heart shape covering most of the silver wrapper and underneath wrote ‘strawberry flavored’. 

“Beej, don’t go around stealing other people’s things. Especially their condoms.” You groaned, hating the fact that you now had knowledge of the couple you saw as a second set of parents using flavored condoms. You heard Beetlejuice chuckle before continuing to kiss your collarbone.

“Babes, you are worried about all the wrong things right now. Just sit back, relax, and let the B-man work his magic.” Beej said as he kissed his way down your body.

“Hmm, I guess seeing you in my robe did do something for me.” You spoke, a laugh not far behind after feeling Beej give a small bite to your hip.  

****

You laid your head on Beetlejuice’s chest, huffing out short breaths as you tried to get your breathing back on a regular pace. Beej laid grinning like an idiot, one arm wrapped around your shoulder while the other held your hand on his chest. Once he heard your breathing calm down, he turned to look at you, the cheeky grin still eating at his face.   

“Hot damn, babes. Had I known you’d go crazy like that, I would’ve stolen those condoms weeks ago.” The demon man laughed. You side-eyed him, finally getting your breathing under control. 

“Don’t get smart, Beej. If you wanted to try something different you could’ve just told me.” You said, adjusting yourself more comfortably in his arms. 

Beej chuckled at your comment, leaving you two to sit in silence for a while. After a minute, you felt his arm that wrapped around your shoulder move up. Soon his hand was combing through your hair. His fingers felt so soothing against your scalp, practically making you purr under his touch. 

“Ugh, I bet my hair looks like a mess right now.” You spoke, nuzzling more into his chest. “All that work put into straightening and I probably just sweat my curls right back in.” 

“I don’t know, babes. Looks just fine to me.” You could almost hear the smirk in his voice. You felt his fingers swirl some of your locks. 

“Oh please, anything that indicates we had sex looks fine to you.” You spoke. Beetlejuice only shrugged his shoulders in agreement. Although you wanted to stay in this position with him, you soon heard your stomach grumble. You’d forgotten you hadn’t had anything to eat except breakfast and half of a granola bar all day. 

“Alright, I need some food. Ooh, I think I’ve still got some ramen in the cabinets. I’ll make one for both of us.” You spoke as you moved to get off the bed. 

Surprisingly, Beej didn’t try to hold you longer. Usually he’d put a tight grip on your arm and not let you go until he was completely ready. After locating your robe thrown somewhere on the floor, you wrapped in around you while heading to the kitchen. You laughed to yourself when you noticed it was a little bit bigger from Beej stretching it out with his pudgy body. 

You took your time in the kitchen, waiting for the water in the kettle to heat up quickly. While you leaned your body against the counter, you ran on hand through your hair. And just like you suspected, your curls were just about coming back in. Oh well, you’ll probably have to re-straighten it again tomorrow. At least Beej liked it. Speaking of, you saw his familiar body walking into the kitchen...still entirely naked. Your eyes widened as you looked to the side, seeing the curtains to your front window were still open. 

“Beej! Go put some clothes on, my neighbors will see you!” You exclaimed. He turned towards you, all glory out in the open. 

“Come on, sexy. It’s pretty selfish of you to wanna hide this perfect piece of man candy from the rest of the world.” He grinned, confidently walking over to you. You rolled your eyes as he mimicked your position against the counter. As much as you wanted to tell him not to lean his naked ass against the counter, you realized there was no point. Soon, you felt a hand that wasn’t yours run through your hair. Nuzzling into his touch, you smiled at the demon. 

“You really like it, huh?” You spoke. He matched your smile, hand grazing through the ends. 

“Oh yeah, doll. It makes you look different. Like a sexy business woman.” Beej spoke, still mesmerized in your hair. 

“Okay...I’ll take that.” You giggled at his comment. 

Realizing that the water was getting close to boiling all the way, you told him to go back to the bedroom. You weren't far behind as you finished everything up in the kitchen. Once you both got settled in bed, you listened to Beetlejuice go on about his day while he sloppily ate. You’d lose some of the story while he scarfed down a hand full of noodles and tried to talk with his entire mouth full. All you could do was laugh while simultaneously dodging traces to spit here and there. 

Finally the day was dying down and the sun was setting. You found yourself laying next Beej while he sat up, back against your headboard. Your arms were wrapped around his waist and you nuzzled your head against his side. And yet again, you felt his hand run through your hair. You would’ve said something about it but meh. What Beetlejuice was doing was surprisingly soothing. Feeling his finger pick up some of your hair and then watch the locks slip through his fingers. You hated that it made you feel like a cat that enjoyed being petted, but dammit it felt so good. You weren’t really sure if it was Beej or the TV in your room talking as you felt yourself dozing off. 

“Aww, falling asleep, doll?” You just about heard Beej speak in a lowered tone. Although his voice had a raspy tone, it helped soothe you even more. You nodded with a soft moan as his fingers massaged your scalp gently. 

“Yeah, cause somebody keeps playing with my hair like I’m a cat. It feels really good when you do that.” You spoke softly. You heard him chuckle while gently pulling at some of the ends.

“Well I can’t help it, kitten. You just look so adorable.” Beej cooed, making you feel just a little bit more excitable than you’d like to admit. 

Letting out another small moan, you decided not to let yourself get too worked up. Only getting closer and using your arms to tighten the grip around his waist. You let yourself slowly drift off while still feeling his hands entangled in your hair.

Hope you guys, enjoyed!💜🖤💚 

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@scavenger98 I didn’t do runner ups this time but this entitled boy had serious potential, though I don’t understand the when cast part of the card. Anyway, great overall flavor, 0 actual impact like its cost, which is a good thing for this challenge. It can have serious uses in monarch matters environments, in decks that skip their draw phase for one reason or another (mad pair with Solitary Confinement ) and there can be interesting kitchen table politics since you get to decide who’s the next monarch!

@machine-elf-paladin Pretty smart flavor text and a deceptively innocent 0 drop which could warp the game around it, especially in limited formats, where it would feast on every blocker or removal target until it becomes a threat in its own right. Considering this, maybe haste is a bit too much.

@walker-of-the-yellow-path making a statement for the peculiar times we live in right now with their design! The cards reads fun, but I’m concerned about the impact it will have on the game it’s played. The back and forth of the Plaguebearer might feel too much in the long run. I would like it more if it had limited uses like in the peculiar case of Leech Bonder.

@i-am-the-one-who-wololoes one can’t go wrong with egg designs! Unlike other egg cards, this one has to “hatch” and not just break/die to get your birb, which is a neat flavor win!

@kavinika Not gonna lie, this lil robo put a smile on my face. It has the essential amount of usefulness for a 0 drop and later on, be it equipment or counters, you can make combat difficult for the opponents. I can’t wait to see more of Soscarus’ creations!

@askkrenko One major concern when designing 0 drops is what if the player gets to have two of them in the first hand? Will it be too much? The all-wise goblin lord of Ravnica tackled this problem with the introduction of the “basic creature” concept and I dig it. Yes, this goblin is stronger than the standard 0 drop, memnite, but at least you can play only one on your first turn. People with experience with affinity decks will know this matters quite a lot.

@aethernalstars Before the commentary, I’m pretty sure this hydra can enter the battlefield without counters but I don’t remember the method. Everyone please comment below to remind me of the card, it really bothers me that I can’t remember it XD Now on to the commentary, I like you used the trend in the flavor texts where Vivien describes animals from different planes! On the battlefield, a 0/1 will do what 0/1s do, but the “printed power” is the selling point of the card, be it revealing on exiling with Varolz.

@dimestoretajic This this the first of the three o drop gods we received! The art chosen for this is great, mighty yet hilarious XD The fury of Om rains down on infidels that mess with your creatures, and that damage can really make a difference. The threat of damage also “protects” your creatures so its a tad easier to actually flip Om’s switch!

@morbidlyqueerious The second god design comes in the form of a land creature. Technically lands aren’t qualified for this challenge since they don’t have costs at all but the problem of the design is that it’s very easy for Anagatha to start counting as a creature, and a 5/5 creature that is. If this was a regular god design for like 2 to 4 mana, it would be great, it has both a good straightforward condition and payoff.

@naban-dean-of-irritation Atropos has a very subtle impact on the game at any time, and its power level is lower than other graveyard hate cards, so I think it being a God creature evens things out. The creature awakening condition feels fair too. I believe it could see play in decks with some artifacts and/or morph shenanigans!

@emmypupcake If you frequent to mythic spoiler, you might have come across the ongoing meme of “Looks like dredge got a new toy”. I feel this can be said the wisps but for Arcades decks or defender heavy theme in general. However it being defender isn’t that much of a drawback for it to have more toughness than ornithopter, and I feel it would be really frustrating if your opponents could wall you with a 3 toughness flyer with 0 effort.

@evscfa1 Zuthfangg is a really interesting design in regards of using a drawback to justify the 0 cost of the card. And in our case the drawback/ the spice of the card is that the opponents have a say on what it can or can’t do. With that in mind, I think being a 1/1 would be okay. Yes, it would surpass memnite for sure, but it’s a legendary creatures so it makes sense!

@nine-effing-hells First of all, I got to praise your effort for writing two flavor texts, and the second in the broken message form! On to the actual card, I think it would look better if the specimen had counters and it loses them in order to transform. That would save some text and complexity. As for the power level, I think by the time you get this to transform, your opponent will be able to handle a 4/4 menace creature.

@whackycrack It’s so cute!!! And while innocent it plays pretty well especially with combined blocks and/or more tiny screamers!

@hypexion I really dig the design idea and the overall flavor but being either a 0/1 or a 4/4 flyer for 0 mana feels overwhelming. The optimal stats are debatable but my call would be either 2/1 or 3/1. I feels its ok to hit harder if you are the monarch, but the high toughness gives it more longevity than other more expensive creatures. What do you guys think?

@starch255 This design is meant for edh, where life totals and creatures are usually larger but gifting a 5/5 0 drop to an opponent so they kill all the other plays is surely undercosted, plus EDH has a lot of tutors so the threat is very real, even in a 99 card deck. A smaller body with some slight evasion would feel less oppressive?

@thedirtside Leyline of Anticipation’s best friend!! Buy yours while supplies last XD It also works well with blink effects. So this little kitty is either an innocent creature or an demon straight out of the Hellvault. Are cats allowed to have such power?

@snugz Fleeting Flame is strictly more fair than the spirit guides cards, and that says a lot. The elemental tag might also come in handy! What’s not to like?

@Danny Death triggers fit 0 cost designs because even if they do have an impact, it happens later in the game, so in this regard, Exploited Muse gets a passing grade! There’s like a lot of room in the card, so I kinda expected some sort of flavor text to explain the muse’s hardships etc

@whuh-oh a 0 mana sliver? You sir, like to play with fire! The average sliver deck appreciates all the ramp it can get but at some point the enters tapped clause will be a hindrance. Ι doubt this passes the 0 cost test, but I’m curious to see how different a Sliver deck would be with a playset of this in it.

@shootingstarhunter Another good strategy for designs with stats higher than the average of the mana cost is the group hug way! The design is also a nice throwback to the recent Generous Gift.

@misterstingyjack and @antediluvian-microchip​ With the innovation of Lithoform Engine, we can now have copies of creature spells, and two people jumped on the hype train to explore this design space. Ludevic’s Reject provides semi-useful bodies with a steep life cost, and Motes of dust, being true to their name, do.. a lot of etb and death triggers. However, there’s a reason MaRo named the storm scale after this wild mechanic, so for once, maybe we should trust Ludevic XD

@shakesZX Typical humans, they cry about being oppressed while they can enter the battlefield as a 3/3 for 0 mana and minimum effort. May Avacyn purge them! Also, it can somehow count the opponent creatures that enter the battlefield on your turn with flash or deathtriggers.

@wolkemesser​ Not gonna lie, didn’t expect to see a germ in a not-token card! The ability is really sweet, it obviously synergizes with living weapon and one scry every couple turns feels ok for a 0 cost card! Glory to Phyrexia!

@deafeningsandwichpeach​ I like that this card uses a condition to justify its power and cost but getting to ten Scute Swarms is a small miracle in itself, even with the built-in replication ability.

@milkandraspberry​ Symmetric effects are fair game in any mana cost, but the scale of this goblin is extreme. 5 damage swings can close the game very abruptly and sudden ends usually don’t provide fun or closure.

@teaxch​ The suicide recipe is never off the menu no matter the mana cost! I think this works well as a 2/1 0 drop. But I can’t help but wonder what evil acts a leech must do to return as a spirit horror XD

@ignorantturtlegaming​ Closing with a very interesting design that cares about multicolored cards. It would be bold to say this is a “build around me card” but I can see it being prime target for auras and other buffs while being supported by multicolored instants for protection. Also pearlescent dragon is all colors, which elevate it to high draft pick in environments like shadowmoor/eventide with their color matters theme.

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date(s): 6 september - 23 september 2020 mentions of: charm (very brief but i thought it was fun to mention), @fmdsamsoo​ word count: +/- 1850 (minus lyrics) warnings: jaewon being gay tw details: fmdos2, the creative process behind reply, basically jaewon is really fucking gay, that’s the solo. i could’ve split this up into two solo’s probably but i like to have the whole creative process in one place plus i need to write about his performance still anyway. 

a part of jaewon still had a hard time puzzling together that somehow, someway he had actually managed to secure the first place last round. it was nice of course, alarm was an incredibly personal song to him and he didn’t know how his already brittle self-esteem would’ve taken the blow had he ended up in the bottom ranks but as nice as it was, it was still unexpected.

there was, however, no time to perfectly puzzle out how exactly he felt about the result, the bliss short-lived as he found himself back in the studio’s of dimensions entertainment mere days after, ready to do the whole circus all over again only this time with a much, much harder mission. colors were a vague concept to write a song around after all and a part of jaewon felt back in high school all over again, the familiar anxiety of receiving a very unspecific task that somehow had to fulfill the criteria set that were completely unknown to him. he didn’t like that gnawing in the back of his mind, having to second guess if maybe, he was interpreting this in a way that wasn’t expected of him.

if anything, jaewon felt lucky that he didn’t have to tackle the task alone (even if it still felt a bit like cheating) finding himself back in the studio with the same producer from before. jaewon kind of felt for the man, seemingly assigned to deal with him for however long his run on the show was gonna be.

“look who we have there, if it isn’t our big winner.” the producer greeted him enthusiastically and jaewon received the compliment with a hint of a blush and a quick bow of his head. “ah, thank you, but please the credit is just as much yours as it’s mine hyung, i couldn’t have pulled it off without your help.”

the man just shook his head. “always with the humility, enjoy a nice thing for once buddy, you’ve earned it.” he turned to the computer in front of him. “unfortunately, i don’t think we have much more time for pleasantries and celebrations, we’re short on time as always so what are you looking for?”

and that was the million dollar question wasn’t it. what was jaewon looking for? the color white, apparently. and someone in direct contrast with his last song. those two together meant something far out of his comfort zone. but truly, that wasn’t as telling as one would assume it was. truth be told, jaewon’s comfort zone was very small (both in terms of music and well… in general). most things were outside of his comfort zone.

“okay… so… remember what we did last time?” jaewon asked, more rethorical than anything yet still waiting for the producer to confirm with a nod. “forget all of that, we’re completely abandoning that. i need a complete 180.”

the look the producer shot him was one of mild despair and mentally, jaewon noted that after all of this was over, he owed the man much, much more than just a meal to thank him for all his efforts.

“i need something that doesn’t sound like anything i’ve ever done before. not by myself, not with my collaborations, not with unity, not even with champion. something people would never associate with me.” he elaborated further and the more he spoke, the more the other man seemed to form an idea.

“okay, that i can do. but tell me jaewon, do you think you can wave the brooding angsty vibe goodbye for one song?” it would’ve felt like a dig if well… the question wasn’t so valid. jaewon’s whole image was created around being dark and mysterious with a bit of a sexier push from dimensions. he could show up with a song completely different from that, but could he pull it off?

“yeah, yeah i can.”

when jaewon left the studio, it was with an instrumental filled with light-hearted, bouncing piano chords woven together with a deeper drum sound. he could work with this, he could make this work.

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with kick it promotions wrapped up and little schedules outside of that, jaewon has plenty of time to withdraw himself in either one of the many studios of dimensions entertainment or the one back in his and soo’s apartment (the perks of both being involved in making music, a home studio was a must).

unlike for alarm, where jaewon had just forced himself to stare at an empty document until some semblance of an idea, this time the process was more guided. there was a lot of mood setting, browsing visuals of… white things. because that was the theme had to run with after all right, whatever that was supposed to mean. but also going through music, listening to songs much softer than what he was used to.

first just unity’s music, songs on their softer side. like touch for example, or 0 mile, but also a large chunk of their unity zone album (pandora’s box, daydream, love me now). none of them had the same playful edge the instrumental had, all on the softer side rather than the cute side but it was a step in the right direction. especially for jaewon who had always gravitated to the grittier, more experimental, noise-heavier sound of unity’s music. it was good to remind himself he’d done lighter before, that he could again.

it wasn’t just unity’s music though. jaewon doubted he’d ever listen to as much charm music as he did for writing this song.

so the first few studio days were spent spitting through reference material, both audio and visual, the most jaewon actually wrote a list of vague ideas, feelings, directions he could take the song in without, you know, actually writing lyrics.

the actual concept for reply came, funnily enough, completely by accident.

it’d been the fourth consecutive day jaewon had locked himself away in a recording studio in the company’s headquarters. it hadn’t been the plan to be away from home so much but he was on the verge of a breakthrough, he could feel it, all he did was try a little harder.

and still most of the day passed without much progress.

fine then, a small break was probably in place with how it had started bleeding into the evening already and jaewon retrieved his phone from wherever he had discarded it, not having looked at it for hours as he had been too busy with the creative process (even if, truly, he hadn’t achieved much).

unlocking his phone, he was immediately met with a row of text notifications, all from samsoo.

[ 09:16 incomming message : my universe ] i saw you already left, what time will you be home? [ 14:48 incomming message : my universe ] i’m going to get groceries, is there anything you need? [ 16:04 incomming message : my universe ] don’t overwork yourself jagiya [ 18:35 incomming message : my universe ] i’m assuming you won’t be home for dinner, there are leftovers in the fridge [ 19:22 incomming message : my universe ] just let me know what time you get home yeah? [ 19:59 incomming message : my universe ] jagiya?

of course, jaewon felt bad for leaving his boyfriend unanswered for so long, still, a part of him couldn’t help but smile fondly at the texts, warmth spreading in his chest at the concern, a feeling no one other than samsoo had ever been able to evoke in him.

that much had to be worth a song right?

jaewon could work with this, but of course not before responding to his boyfriend.

[ 20:31 outgoing message : my universe ] sorry, i lost track of time [ 20:31 outgoing message : my universe ] i just got an idea so it will be few hours still probably [ 20:32 outgoing message : my universe ] let me make it up to you tomorrow? no plans or anything, just us [ 20:33 outgoing message : my universe ] i love you, see you in a few hours

after that, his phone ended up back where it had been all those previous hours, after all, he had better things to focus on, like writing. he wanted a song that did justice to the happiness he felt whenever hearing from soo, how his heart felt lighter with every text message, every phone call from his boyfriend that had pretty much been dragging him through the workload that mainly had come with champion lately.

even two years into their relationship, their was a certain giddiness that came whenever his boyfriend’s name popped up on his phone, especially when the two of them were separated for a longer period of time.

it's a waste of time being alone and i'm waiting for your reply

the more lyrics he writes, the more he deviates from his original inspiration, somewhere along the line deciding to depict a relationship in its earlier stages rather than his own. as lovestruck as him and soo still were up to this day, jaewon had no doubts that he had been even more whipped, even more impatient to spend more time as a couple than he was today. this wasn’t supposed to just be about his relationship, it was supposed to have a universal feeling to it, something almost everyone could relate to.

i don't want to be alone let's just go out to the cafe on a day like this

it seemed a fitting theme for the color white, the excitement and eagerness of young love. of anxiously awaiting a text message even though you’d seen each other a few minutes ago, almost obsessively yet so innocent, so well-intended that it’s hard to attach a negative connotation to it. a helpless, awkward kind of impatience as you’re still figuring out the ins and outs of dating.

ya, what are you doing, except for me, call me what are you doing?

some more hours passed but eventually, jaewon finished the song a little before midnight. it was still a draft, some parts would undoubtedly have to be tweaked, words swapped out to be more fitting but it’s just fine-tuning, it can wait.

at the moment, jaewon just wanted to return home to soo with the same eagerness in his heart that he had just written down for reply.

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(he did end up fine-tuning the lyrics but not until the 23rd, the day he went in for recording and producing the final version of the song. ideally, he would have waited with the final recording until after the demo performances the next day but with champion leaving for america almost immediately, there was no time for that, the deadline slated for when he would be in the state. this would have to do instead, trying to get done the majority of the work before he left and if anything needed to be changed after the demo recording, any unforseen feedback, suggestions of criticism, jaewon would have to trust on his co-producer to take care of it. not that the thought worried him, the man was probably more skilled than he was anyway.)