#i always had these boards but since I never had the motivation to finish them I just cleaned them up a little and added color

[berryextermination]

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guess which drawings I made months ago and which one I just made, you'll never get it

[toasttt11]

practicing

November 28, 2019

Connor walked into the locker room and was not at all surprised seeing a pair of converses in Hayden’s stall meaning she is here.

The team has got back from the first road trip of the season and they were almost gone for two whole weeks meaning they got the day off when they got back.

Connor always likes to some type of workout on his days off even a light one and he usually is alone when he works out on day offs but he has barely been alone since Hayden joined the team as Hayden likes to work out every day too.

Connor started getting ready for the ice and thought more about how Hayden is still keeping everyone at arms distance which is understandable but she has been in Edmonton for over two months now and the closest she has gotten to anyone is Lauren and that’s only been a dog playdate.

Connor knows Hayden is not only feeling the grief of her parents being dead but also being alone and away form the rest of her family and with the pressure from the media being the first overall but also the first woman to be drafted in the NHL.

Connor finished getting ready to get on the ice and headed to the ice and leaned on the boards just watching Hayden skate.

It seemed like she was almost having fun as she did a few extra moves before shooting the puck in the net. Connor immediately recognized one of the moves she did, it was a move Harrison was known for.

Connor clapped as he stepped onto the ice making Hayden’s head snap to him.

“Well done.” Connor praised her as he skated over to her.

“Thank you.” Hayden spoke quietly as she fiddled with one of her gloves.

“Do you mind if i john you?” Connor asked as he understood that sometimes you just need to work out alone.

Hayden shook her head no, not really minding if he stayed.

She would say out of everyone on the Oilers the person she feels the most comfortable around is Connor and then Leon. She still isn’t the closest with the team yet but slowly she is getting more comfortable.

Connor started practicing with Hayden and was perfectly fine with it being silent the only sounds being the puck getting hit.

Connor and Hayden took a break drinking some water.

Connor titled his head looking at Hayden. Hayden frowned curious to why he is staring, “What?”

Connor shook his head, “Sorry it’s just you remind me so much like Harrison.” Connor told her honestly.

Hayden blinked at his words and they were genuine, not with an alternative motive like the media has when they say she is similar to her dad. It’s been a while since she has heard someone say that to her kindly, “Thank you.” Hayden cleared her throat looking away from him and playing with the water bottle.

Connor just nodded even if she looked away.

“He liked you a lot.” Hayden hesitatingly spoke up, “Leon too.” Hayden added opening up slightly for the first time since she got to Edmonton.

Connor felt his face soften seeing her opening up slightly, “Harrison was an amazing player but he was more of an amazing husband and father.” Connor complimented Harrison, remembering how Harrison would always talk about his family and how easy it was to see how much he loved them.

Hayden’s eyes soften, “He was the best dad.” Hayden mumbled her lips flying into a sad bittersweet smile, “And he was the best husband to my mom.” Hayden never really has been interested in anything romantic but if she ever does she wants someone to look at her the way her dad looked at her mom.

Connor set his hand on her shoulder and squeezed softly, “He adored you.” Connor told her let out a small fond laugh remembering every dinner he had with Harrison and how Harrison always talked about his special his Hayden is and what an amazing player she is.

“I know.” Hayden nodded blinking to stop herself from crying, If there was one thing Hayden never doubted was the love her parents have for her.

Connor smiled softly at his rookie, “I don’t want to push you,” Connor started making Hayden look back up at him and seeing his sincere expression, “But if you ever need to talk to anyone i’m here always about anything okay?” Connor softly told her with his awkward smile.

Hayden’s eyes looked around Connor’s face searching for something and then she nodded, “I know.” Hayden gave him a small smile. Hayden knows how good of a captain Connor is and knows he’s always there.

“Good.” Connor said relieved, “Now get back on the ice.” Connor tapped his stick to her shins making her let out snicker.

“Yes Cap.” Hayden mumbled back with mischievous eyes and skated away not seeing the smile from Connor realizing he got to see a little bit more of her.

Connor and Hayden continued to practice for a little while longer before Connor said it was enough and they skated off the ice and walked back to the locker room.

Hayden and Connor got to their stalls and both started getting out of their equipment.

“Hey why don’t you come over for dinner soon? Lauren has been begging me to ask you?” Connor asked as he slipped his skates off. Lauren has been asking for him to get Hayden to come over soon.

Hayden paused as she untied her skates and took a moment to decide, she hasn’t really let her self go hangout with anyone outside of the arena expect once, she took a deep breath, “Alright just text me when.” Hayden agreed.

Connor smiled glad she said yes, “Okay awesome, Lauren is out of town for a few days but when she gets back.” Connor told her making her nod.

“Do you mind if Leon comes?” Connor asked wanting to make sure she isn’t uncomfortable.

Hayden nodded having no problem.

“And you can bring Archie if you want to.” Connor told her knowing Lenny got alone with Archie really well and knew Bowie likes every dog he meets.

Hayden smiled softy to her self as she nodded.

[eldritch-bf]

Interview with the Vampire treatment but make it Re-Animator

I haven’t seen that bc I don’t pay for streaming services but I’m vaguely aware it’s a really gay reboot of an old novel to film adaption or something?

So, Re-Animator limited series modern reboot ideas:

ten 1 hour eps

Herbert is canonically trans

Heavily into the comedy and hijinks.

Dan and Meg are “dating” (they’re not. everyone assumes they are because they’re extremely good friends, including Herbert at first) Dean Halsey is homophobic which is his just his updated Puritanism; Meg has slept with almost every female intern in the hospital

Meg has her own motivations and interests outside Dan and her father. She wants to oust the corrupt board and secure more funding for the hospital to hirer more staff at better pay so that so many of their patients stop fucking dying bc they get all the overflow from the bigger hospitals nearby; she’s an academic but she’s a power player first and foremost she knows how to schmooze and scheme.

Herbert is initially very hostile to Meg but calms down after he realizes they’re not together, and they even kinda become friends. she even helps distract a nurse who’s about the discover the two of them stealing a corpse by flirting with her while they make their escape

it’s modern day but Dr Hill is a #LobotomiesWork truther or whatever and even suggests in a lecture that asylums were a better solution than letting “the clinically insane, the sexually perverse, the gender disturbed wander the streets” pencil snap

more like Herbert’s slashing one of his tires after class

it’s very clear the recent shortfall in funding has been a result of donors not liking some of Dr Hill’s more controversial and less scientifically backed comments at presentations or interviews but he’s Dean Halsey’s friend so he won’t get rid of him despite Meg urging him that the hospital is more important than some crank loser

Dan is less shocked and disturbed by the horrors he’s an accomplice to and more enraptured and awe-struck by it. he finds the twisting entrails in a stomach a hypnotic maze. he likes to smell the organs. Herbert’s like “finally. a freak like me” it’s clear he was already fucked up before West showed up, something he fretted to Meg over but Herbert adores it and praises it

Dan and Herbert in the basement lab forced to take a chemical shower together upstairs when they get covered in idk embalming fluid or something when a corpse’s bloated stomach pops

Herbert, a foot shorter, drenched in water, trying to be intimidating to Dan who’s looking at him slack-jawed, only to back off when he realizes Dan has half a chub and teases him for it. he needs to have the power in the situation tho so Herbert leaves Dan to finish the emergency shower by himself

Dan has much more of his own ideas with the re-animating, their partnership is more equal and Herbert is delighted and exhilarated every time Dan says something he never thought of.

he kisses him about it.

also they probably have sex in the morgue when they get locked in there overnight bc one of them (they both blame the other) forgot to wedge something in the door

Dean Halsey and Dr Hill primarily have an issue with Herbert bc Dr Gruber was very openly gay and it’s been an old rumor that he had sex with his assistants who were always male. He and Herbert did fuck a few times but that’s beside the point. Dr Hill still plagiarized that old fag’s research

And besides having consensual flings with your grad students is far better than y’know sexually assaulting your best friend’s daughter whom according to the 1991 comic, he’s been obsessed with since she was 12.

they still have to save Meg from Dr Hill but they all survive and the scene isn’t played for laughs nor is gratuitous, and Meg gets a gun and gets to kill Hill herself

[c-rowlesdraws]

final very superficial appraisal of the live action one piece show:

👍:

-the set design was wonderful and had a cool sense of unreality to it (as in, the environments feel like built sets and it’s part of the fun), it was colorful and theatrical and captured the manga’s blend of piratey genre aesthetics (wooden boards, sailing ships, rolled-up old maps) and “modern” elements like t-shirts and neon signs in a really pleasing way

-the show clicks to the top of the first rollercoaster hill at the end of episode 3 and then goes at the start of ep 4 and it’s just one breathless ride to the finish. I didn’t want the show to end. I do not care about one piece and started watching kind of for the bit but now I’ll actually be really upset if it doesn’t get a second season. That’s how good the second half of this show is.

-I love how all of the characters with colorful hair have clearly-dyed hair where their roots are showing (as opposed to wigs), and in flashbacks to a few of them as children the child actors have the exact same sort of imperfect dye job. It’s wonderful. It adds to the theatrical energy of everything, like “we know you know this is artificial, but we trust you to suspend your disbelief and enjoy this fiction with us”.

-with very few exceptions, all of the actors’ performances are great. They are all cool and fun to watch and there are lots of sweet and funny and emotional moments that work because the writing is sincere. Nobody rolls their eyes for the audience’s benefit at how weeeeird their world is— they live here! I love that.

-the trap beat they did for Arlong’s theme music rules

-this story with its global ocean and seafaring/island-based societies is kind of like “what if Waterworld was like a big colorful carnival” and I love that

-the Snail Phones 🐌

Things I liked less below the cut - 👎:

-Zoro’s backstory bff being depressed because “a girl can beat a boy, but no woman can beat a man [in a swordfight]” was a disappointing line to hear two characters just… play straight in a world that up to that point had seemed pretty non-sexist? But this girl sincerely believes that, and this boy doesn’t push back at all. In this world of self-dismembering clowns and people with axes for arms, you’re telling me that there are no champion swordswomen for little kids to admire? Not one?? From skimming the wiki, it seems like in the manga Kuina’s views are influenced by her sexiest dad, but the show doesn’t include that context.

-Kuina dying offscreen in “an accident” was the only tragic thing in the show that didn’t land for me. It’s just so blatant and funny. You’ve got to get rid of her so she can motivate Zoro, because she’s dead in the manga and that’s how you motivate male main characters, with dead women, but… how? Doesn’t matter! There’s been an accident. Typical backstory girl bff behavior. Call that Fridge To Terabithia.

-Iñaki’s energy as Luffy didn’t always work for me. Some character behavior works in manga and anime, but seems awkward and jarring in real life. It’s very difficult to pull off wild limb-flailing anime exuberance in live-action— live-action Cowboy Bebop’s glimpse of Ed comes to mind. But also, I never really liked Luffy in the parts of the manga I read, either, so maybe I’m just not the target audience for a Luffy in any medium. Iñaki seems like a friendly and chill dude and he certainly gave this role 100%— and also Oda himself loved him for the role, so that says a lot.

-the whole thing with Arlong and his Fishman crew where they’re part of an oppressed and formerly-enslaved minority, so of course they have beef with humans (���but slavery’s been abolished!” shouts a human character), but they’re taking things too far and not just fighting for equality, but domination, which includes extorting, killing, and enslaving humans, starting with this poor little girl here. And since this group are clearly evil and have these big evil plans, it’s cool and great actually for the heroes, who are all humans/members of the majority, to kick their asses and kill a bunch of them. Like… I get there’s a whole thing here with Arlong being twisted by hatred into the very thing he says hates, and maybe we’ll meet more Fishmen later in the story who are just people and not bloodthirsty evildoers, but it’s not a great fictional look?

It takes me back to hbomberguy’s critique of RWBY’s portrayal of the Faunus, and the problems with making your bad guys out of an oppressed ethnic group who, the story says, might have a point, if they went about things peacefully, but are just taking things too far with this domestic terrorism stuff. The Faunus and Arlong should really be writing to their congresspeople instead!

[azrielgreen]

I know you get a lot of questions about writing and how to write fast and how to produce as much content as you. My question is sort of related. How do you stay motivated to continue fics when it’s been a while since updating? I have multiple WIPs and want to finish them all but I feel like a different person now than I was when I started them and don’t feel the same energy for the ideas either. I know it’s an option to abandon them but I hate the idea of that. I know passion is one corner of your triangle for the Az method, but how do you keep it alive and not burn yourself out by writing so much? Do you ever force yourself to finish stuff? Idk if my question makes sense. I hope it does. Thank you!

Ahh, this is an amazingly important question and you sent it AGES ago and I couldn't reply until now because I was SNOWED UNDER WITH MULTIPLE WIPS and didn't have a clear answer for you, beyond "hang in there babe😭" until now!

My advice is:

a) anyone reading this, don't write more than 2 things at the same time. If you have two and you're thinking of a third, don't do it. Trust me. Finish the others first.

b) if you find yourself in the ✨WIP SEA✨ you need to choose ONE island to swim to and one only. Get to your biggest project and set up shop there. Forget the others, immerse yourself again in the vibe, the story, the magic. Make a playlist, plan a themed tattoo, make a mood board, but get back into why you fell in love with the story in the first place and STAY THERE. You have to finish the biggest project first. The others will fall like dominos after that.

c) keeping passion alive is REALLY fucking hard sometimes and it takes very little to snuff it out, so my advice there is to remove yourself from what can dampen your spirits. Take a social media break (always radiant advice), make a new desk area, hype yourself up for THAT SCENE you have in mind, and if nothing else is working for the story, do something drastic. Write a dialogue only chapter. Do a POV switch.

d) Change your font to one of these: Comic Sans, More Sugar Thin, Jessica Antique or Beryllium Ink. These fuckers work MIRACLES for the neurodivergent brain. Switch the font, just start writing SOMETHING and watch the magic happen.

e) Know when to cut bait. I have never abandoned a fic in my life, but I have abandoned stories before I published them, including professional publishing ones and I have deleted MASSIVE amounts of text because it just wasn't working for me and I can confidently tell when to move on, start fresh and shift gears. If these are fics that are published and WIP, then the pressure to complete them definitely is higher, I know from experience. My advice is to either work on the biggest one and complete that first OR find one that would take very little to complete and smash it out.

f) Don't lose your momentum. This is CRITICAL and I want to talk more about this because creative momentum is powerful and important. The more you write, the more you can WRITE. Write every day, keep it doing. When you complete something, use that boost of pride and joy to fuel yourself. There will be days where you don't physically write of course but writing is a cyclical process and the more you map it to your energy (especially if you have a moon cycle VS sun cycle) the more you'll realise there are specific weeks where you'll have high, clear energy and other weeks with lower energy, so you can adjust your output to prevent burn out.

g) Don't let it get you down. The longest gap between update and completion I ever had was 6 years for my Twilight fic. 6 fucking years and in the end I had to end it with them writing letters to each other, back and forth because I was a completely different writer to who I was before and everything would have been different, so I took a risk and wrote it differently and it paid off.

h) Know that you CAN do it, you just have to decide to. "I just decided to..." is one of the most powerful sentences we can ever say aloud. Just look at yourself in the mirror and DECIDE to do it. That's it. Maybe it won't be great to start off with but that's why we edit. Just get the ball rolling again. The first push after a long period being stationary is ALWAYS hard but keep it going and it'll get easier with every passing word.

I hope this was helpful, apologies again for the delay.

P.S- Finishing Touched changed EVERYTHING for me. I really do recommend ticking off the biggest one first. 💜💜💜

[queer-and-dear-books]

Title: Blue Flag

Author: KAITO

Genre: Comics | Friendship | Romance | LGBTQ+

Content Warnings: Homophobia | Sexism | Mentioned Sexual Assault

Overall Rating: 9.8/10

Personal Opinion: One of my favorite stories ever. It’s a bittersweet journey as we follow Taichi Ichinose, Toma Mita, and Futaba Kuze navigate their last year of high school together. Along the way, they struggle against gender norms and the curse of falling for someone you can never have. I love these characters with my whole heart. They actually inspired one of my novel ideas, the only one I ever finished so this manga has a special place in my heart.

Do I Own These Books? Yes! The photos I used for this post actually are of my own copies.

Spoilers Below For My Likes & Dislikes:

Likes:

- That ending! Holy fucking shit! Taichi is presented as the main protagonist in this series so when we reach the epilogue, we naturally assume that we’re in Taichi’s POV. We’re led to believe that since one of the first things that character does is write the name “Ichinose” at Futaba’s wedding. But then post-wedding, we see Taichi! By process of elimination, the only possible character that could be the POV is Toma! Meaning Taichi and Toma got married! And we know they are married because they live together, they hold hands in the epilogue, and they’re both wearing rings. I squealed. It was such a twist but it also didn’t come out of left field. Toward the end of the series, there were hints that Taichi had reciprocated Toma’s feelings, he just never knew loving men could be an option for him until Toma confessed! Ugh, that epilogue was just so good.

- Anyway, let’s talk about some of the other stuff. I adore the art style. It’s cute and wholesome and each of the characters have their own flavor. Toma exudes big dog energy. Taichi is indeed a tiny gremlin with a good heart. And Futaba is a hamster through and through. The way their drawn matches their personalities so well. And specifically, I love the way the artist drew Toma’s smile. It’s just so radiant and beautiful, I had a crush on him by the end of the series.

- Mami speaks to me on a spiritual level. Why can’t men and women be just friends? Why can’t a girl just hang out with the bros? Why can’t guys wear makeup and why can’t girls play video games? Why should she be cut out from friend groups just because she interacts with a guy? It’s ridiculous and the unfortunate part is, I’ve seen girls treated the way Mami has and it disgusts me. So to see her find a friend in Taichi and Toma and Futaba after everything she went through in middle school, I just wanted her to be happy. And honestly, she had such a badass moment when she said, “Screw everyone else, I’m doing what I want when I want.”

- Mad respect for Shingo for always being there for Mami even when his girlfriends would tell him they were jealous of her. Like fuck you, he was friends with Mami first, why should he stop hanging out with her just because you’re insecure? He also only fought Toma to protect Mami and I love that. But he has no ulterior motives, no romantic interest in Mami, he sees her as a woman but more importantly, as his best friend.

- The deep conversations where Masumi would allude to her sexuality were always so gripping. Like, I really felt for her whenever she was lamenting being in love with a girl and being unable to find happiness with a guy. But Mami was also right that Masumi needed to meet people halfway. Seeing them cry together really tugged at my heartstrings.

- The board game that Taichi and Toma came up with together is such a cute ass detail. Landing on a space where everyone gets friendship power? Ingenious. But the part that really got me was Toma putting their character pieces inside of the charm he gave Taichi, that got me so emotional. “Friendship Power” fuck you, I’m in tears.

- One of my favorite moments was the festival. Toma in a yukata and the girls in kimonos was so great, they looked amazing! But also, that was when Toma gave Taichi his birthday present and I just about bawled my eyes out over it.

Dislikes:

- Kensuke. The source of all the homophobia and vulgar sexism in this series. I hate him. I do understand where some of his homophobia comes from considering his past but the girls were right when they said that has nothing to do with Toma. Anyway, Kensuke isn’t even who I have a big problem with. No, it’s actually Shingo. Yo, he said to the girls that they were just like Kensuke for not tolerating his intolerance. BITCH! And the story framed it like he was right. Ugh, that’s fucked up.

- I wanted more of Taichi and Toma. I want to know how they got together. What happened in between the main story and the epilogue, please tell me KAITO! I need to know how they found each other and fell in love!

[ryemackerel]

HALLO i was wondering how you get out of art block?? your art is very expressive and i absolutely adore all your colour choices and designs. ive been having trouble with art block for a very long time now so i’m just trying to ask other artists how they get outta it <3 i hope u have a niceday yesyes

OUGHH HELLO!!! holy crap, art block is the WORST. everytime i encounter it, its always hard to beat it D: theres days where i feel like i WANT to draw something so badly but my brain just. cant function

i dont have a definitive solution for art block, but whenever i do, i have a few ways to cope with it. sometimes they work, sometimes they dont? but whenever the time comes and im just sitting at a brick wall, i got some survival tips

1. come up with random silly ideas,, it could be anything: random words, phrases, scenarios. they can be as nonsensical as you want them to be. during art blocks, my mind is completely dry with ideas, so i always try to compile a list of ideas from the past so i can come back to them later on. i try to come up with random duos or something as simple as “mcdonalds date”. i might not work on these now, but maybe some random lil word can spark that creativity in me

heres my art ideas list… i have some ideas that are like 8 months old in there BGAHSGA, but i save em there till i feel like working on them

2. STRUGGLE DOODLES!! i like to make a bunch of doodles of random scenes that i think about in my head. doodle practically anything. your favorite person, favorite animal, something you see outside your window, frogs?

heres a few of mine. most of the time, i NEVER get to finishing them. however, during art blocks sometimes i like to go back to really old, incomplete guidelines and add some new, random addition to it. sometimes i forget what my sketches were exactly meant to be? and i guess thats the fun about interpreting stuff and giving things a new spin to them. during art blocks, i HATE trying to come up with new drawings from a blank canvas (since i dont even have any ideas to begin with). but working on old wips, or completely revising them? sometimes these can be super fun :]

[and bonus tip!! and this is like, a golden tip that everyone loves: going back to super old drawings and redrawing them!! its my favorite. i absolutely love seeing the improvement ive made over the years. its also pretty easy to work with since you dont have to stress about coming up with completely new ideas from a blank slate! GAHH i should do that more often.]

3. search up your favorite fanart, go on pinterest, anything. i love this one.

search up some really cool photos of outfits, aesthetic backgrounds?? i find myself searching up a lot of fanart of fandoms im in, any word with “aesthetic” at the end, casino aesthetic, anything! pinterest has always been my go-to platform to find ideas. i go on the app and not even a second in, im blown with all of this cool art n character designs. i have a problem saving almost everything i find into my boards, but at least i saved a chock-full of ideas i can work with. :)

a thing about me: ive never been the type to try and force my art block out. whenever im facing a block, its extremely difficult for me to come up with things on my own. sometimes i let it wait for a while, but that tends to take a REALLY long time. D: if i dont feel like drawing, or doodling, or really doing anything? i always like scrolling through really pretty photos. that tends to spark a small idea in me i can work with, and sometimes i manage to get out of art block from there. it starts out small, then over time it gets even better.

these photos especially gave me WAY more motivation than i ever had to draw wilbur during an art block moment. i started off making small random doodles of him in a neon city and over time it kinda turned into a fixation for neon cities. i LOVE imagining characters in random photos i find on pinterest.

wishing you the bestest in your art journey!! this crap’s tough but i know you can break it yo. thank you so much for the ask!

feel free to reblog and add your own ideas below :] i was only able to come up with a few, but if youd like to add on, go right ahead! /noforce

[felixcloud6288]

Higurashi: Festival Accompanying Chapter 20

This chapter revealed a lot of things about Mion that I never knew.

Irie had been doing so well in the last several chapters. Could he please just not be a creep for one arc?

Rika decided to just go straight to Irie and tell him that Takano plans to kill her. Understandably, he finds it hard to believe because that would be the worst thing that could happen to her research.

I'm kinda surprised about how much he's willing to reveal to Rika when she asks though. Telling her their research is to be concluded in three years is one thing, but actually admitting that there is an emergency procedure to kill all the villagers if anything happens is not something you just admit.

And Irie says Emergency Manual 34 would be used "in case the villagers ever show signs of a mass outbreak." I should remond everyone that the Queen Carrier hypothesis is absolutely 100% incorrect as proven in Cotton Drifting and Eye Opening. In fact, the VNs make it even more definitely true because the Eye Opening epilogue reveals all the secondary characters were still alive and well 20 years after Rika's death.

Kinda wild that those arcs on a cosmic level are the "good" endings since they're the only arcs where Operation Apocalypse failed, the village was spared, and Nomura did not get what she wants.

Irie also survived those arcs as well. So I wonder if part of the reason he was targeted by Operation Apocalypse wasn't just to pin the blame on him but also to keep any medical experts on Hinamizawa Syndrome from being able to prove that a mass outbreak wasn't going to happen.

Now that Rika has more information and less understanding why Takano would kill her, Hanyu suggests doing what the story has kind of said you should always do at times like this: Go ask your friends for help. But Rika, understandably, feels like no one would ever believe her. Maybe she wouldn't feel that way if she had her memories from Massacre. Hanyu is so confident that they'll believe Rika because she saw them believe her before.

But Hanyu does manage to come up with a framing device to get Rika to talk about the situation:

This made me do a quick dive into what manga might be around at this time. In June 1983, Doraemon, Akira, and Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind were all very early into their serializations. Meanwhile two works of Osamu Tezuka's, Buddha and Black Jack, would finish serialization a few months later. Speaking of which, Tezuka was still alive at this time so maybe Rika was into Phoenix. Unfortunately, Tezuka passed away before he finished it.

Another manga I found that piqued my interest is Touch. It's a manga about two identical twins and the neighbor girl wanting to become professional baseball players. It ran from 1981 to 1986.

I have just learned some very interesting things about Mion right now. I can imagine her having the managerial skills to handle things like story-boarding, promoting, and publishing; but I'd never guess she has drawing skills or any ability with typesetting.

Rika tells them the plot points she's come with for her "manga" and I bet Keiichi realized she's just copying the plot of the Higurashi VN beta that the regulars at Angel Mort have been sharing with each other (No seriously, Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni's beta exists as an actual visual novel within the Higurashi universe).

When Rika asks for help about the "evil researcher's" motives, Mion suggests there is someone else manipulating her, and even though the "evil researcher" is doing something that doesn't benefit her, it would benefit the mastermind.

And Mion was exactly on point about what is going on.

It's a minor detail, but this moment really exemplifies Rika's "frog in a well" status that Massacre kept calling her. Rika has only known the village and the people living in it. When trying to understand Takano's motives, she isolated her thoughts entirely to the village and the villagers. She never considered someone completely unconnected to the village might be the reason for all this.

So did everyone realize that Rika was asking for help from the start or did they realize after Rika asked for help to figure out how the protagonist of her "manga" can win?

The very first thing Mion brings up is Satoko has built a whole trap mountain. Way back in Curse Killing chapter 1, Keiichi said Satoko could take on an army within the mountains and we're soon going to find out how true that is.

But just as Hanyu predicted, Rika's friends believe her and are ready to help. Now comes the time to plan their counterattack.

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Spoiler Discussion

Near the end of this arc, we discover that Takano is beginning to suffer the symptoms of Hinamizawa Syndrome. At this time, she's very likely already low-level symptomatic and is experiencing the symptoms similar to Satoko's: Calm exterior with a burning internal hatred.

Hanyu said one of the ways to keep symptoms at bay is to go to others for help. We saw that at the end of Atonement when Rena calmed down because Keiichi was able to convince her that he cared about her.

In a far darker sense, Nomura is doing the same thing to Takano. She's convinced Takano that she cares about her and her research and Takano is becoming dependent on Nomura to keep from falling victim to Hinamizawa Syndrome.

And maybe finding out Takano is being manipulated is what affects Rika's motivations at the end of the story. Takano and Hanyu both have a wish that oppose one another. But at the end of this story, Rika will make a greater wish stronger than both of them, and her will shall be the one that wins.

[shelbyshoe]

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Resident Evil

RE Multi-Chapter₊˚⊹☆

~When the World Falls Apart (Aeon)

Leon S. Kennedy is the luckiest unlucky man Ada has ever met. Unlucky that he's gone missing, but lucky she's willing to go into a secret facility that the government refuses to touch in order to find him.

Now, she's wandering around a labyrinth with her voice stolen and a gun that doesn't belong to her. Leon's Red9 is the key to finding him and escaping this hellish prison.

Too bad that all Ada has to go on is his voice emanating from his weapon, and there's something he's not telling her.

Rated: E

Status: Complete

AO3

RE One-Shots ₊˚⊹☆

~Take a Walk With Me (Aeon)

Leon and Ada retire to a charming harbor town. He has a day off from his job at the docks and takes advantage of the time he has with Ada, far away from the rest of the world, where they can finally grow old together and live in peace.

Rated: M

Aeon Fluff Week 2024

AO3

~Friendly Skies (Aeon)

When Ada shows up unannounced on Leon's flight to DC after a job, he is surprised, to say the least. Especially since he's flying a private government jet on his way to the White House. It seems she's more interested in finishing where they left off than getting caught by the crew on board.

Rated: E

AO3

~Las Plagas (Aeon)

Searching for a way to remove her plaga, Ada stumbles upon an infected Leon. She finds as they step closer her fever does anything but temper, and the voices in her head remind her of her deepest desires.

Rated: E

AO3

RE Drabbles/Ficlettes₊˚⊹☆

~Please, Don't Go (Aeon)

The death of Ada Wong

~Thirst Trap (Aeon)

Ada finds Leon thirst traps on tiktok.

~I See You Everywhere (Aeon)

Leon is never surprised to see Ada when he sees her in everything.

~Draw Me Naked (Aeon)

Leon is in a college art class and Ada has volunteered to be the live drawing model.

~Selfish With You (Aeon)

Leon confronts Ada about her motivations for helping him without taking credit for it.

~Sweet Rivalry (Claireada)

Claire has to confront Ada, the leader of her rival girl gang.

~Stay With Me (Claireada)

Claire and Ada had a fight where Ada feels it's best to leave.

~Don't I Know You? (Aeon)

In a universe where Leon and Ada never went to RC. He feels like something is missing, that he was destined to meet her. And then he does.

~There Was Only One Coffin (Claireada)

Claire and Ada are vampires. There was only one bed- I mean, coffin.

~Toxic Work Environment (Aeon)

The one where Ada is a secret Britney Spears fan.

~Lucky (Aeon)

Aeon dancing in the kitchen together after mission.

~Gentle Gods (Aeon)

Hades!Ada x Persephone!Leon

~A Little Entertainment (Aeon) 🔞

Ada wants to have a little fun with Leon while he's at a meeting.

~A Tall Cup of Coffee (Carleon)

Domestic Carlos x Leon where they plan out their next date while Leon orders coffee.

~Doubt (Aeon)

Ada is being interrogated and will soon be killed if Leon doesn't get to them first.

~Sweet Indulgence (Claireada)

Ada spends a warm summer day with Claire. She realizes her home will always be with Claire.

~Agent Eagle (Ashley Graham)

Ashley works in FBI, specializing in cult activity, always proving herself as a reliable agent. She reminisces on what inspired her to pursue her dreams.

~Real People (Aeon)

Ada and Leon have a break between missions to drink and chat, taking comfort in each other.

~Raspberries (Leon Kennedy)

Leon finds himself at the bar attempting to recall a memory of his childhood. Helena finds him and reminds him of the good people in his life.

Fairy Tail

FT Drabbles/Ficlettes₊˚⊹☆

~Gray VS END (NaLu + Gruvia)

Gray vs Natsu END fight

Rated: T

Status: Complete

~Meeting the Goddess (NaLu)

Nalu as Hades and Persephone

Rated: G

Status: Complete

FT One Shots₊˚⊹☆

~The End (NaLu/ENDLu)

Natsu has defeated Zeref, but at the cost of his humanity. In this path in life, he has chosen the demon seed to defeat his greatest enemy and has taken Lucy with him.

Rated: T

Status: Complete

FFN

~The Beginning (NaLu)

Dragon slayers are shunned after the battle with Zeref. Natsu had chosen the dragon seed to defeat him, but at a price. Dragon transformations are more frequent, and one day they will be permanent. Each, in pairs, are out to find the cure along with Natsu and Lucy.

Rated: T

Status: Complete

FFN

~Divine Touch ( NaLu + Gruvia)

Lucy is a renowned artist for the nobility longing for a man, well a muse, that she can't stop painting. Natsu is a god of creativity who craves freedom from Lucy's studio. Their desire for each other mount, but they fear the one golden rule. With just one touch their contract is dissolved, destroying everything they've built and keeping them apart forever.

Rated: E

Status: Complete

FFN

AO3

~Garden and Lace (NaLu)

By the end of their mission, Levy is over Natsu and Lucy's arguing. She decides to take matters into her own hands. To finally have some peace and quiet, she traps them in her little glass bottle that houses her secret garden. With lots of time to kill, Natsu and Lucy must make up, but Lucy has other sensual plans of revenge.

Rated: E

Status: Complete

FFN

AO3

~Tell Her You Love Her (NaLu)

Every night Natsu wakes in a cold sweat. Clearly, the cough is waking him, not his dreams of her. It isn't the flowers that tumble from his lips that scare him. It's telling Lucy he loves her. (Hanahaki)

Rated: E

Status: Complete

FFN

AO3

~Looks Like Rent Is Due (NaLu)

Lucy is fired, again. Saving the day with psychic abilities isn't as rewarding as you think it is. Down on her luck, and with only half rent, she strikes a deal with her landlord's brother, a vampire named Natsu. Free rent for free blood. At least it's a trial run, and he's incredibly hot.

Rated: E

Status: Complete

FFN

AO3

~A Smutty ENDing

Lucy wakes up from the most thrilling wet dream she's ever had. In her delirium, she writes it down. But not in the book she thought. Natsu isn't going to be happy that she wrote smut in the book of E.N.D. Well, maybe he is.

Rated: E

Status: Complete

FFN

AO3

FT Multi-chapter₊˚⊹☆

~Drained (NaLu)

After Lucy and Natsu are poisoned by a mysterious wanted criminal, they begin to share strange and emotional dreams. As they find themselves drawn closer together by their intimate interactions while asleep, something dangerous is happening to their bodies while awake. To find a cure they must go on a treacherous journey to recapture the escaped criminal.

Rated: E

Status: Ongoing (Planning on remastering and adding final chapter plus epilogue.)

FFN

~Desire in Strawberries (NaLu)

Natsu and Lucy are swept away by a festival held by their wealthy client, Lady Nakahara. There is more than mystery and the scent of strawberries in the air as they find themselves intimately closer to one another. What they thought was a friendly feast turns into something more as the puzzling night goes on.

Rated: E

Status: Ongoing (Replotting)

FFN

~Fairies After Dark (NaLu)

Natsu, a Horde vampire, desires nothing more than to find his father and leave his brother behind. Lucy, an immortal Valkyrie, needs to get this Horde bounty off her head. Doesn't help the assassin after her is a gorgeous vampire with cherry pink hair.

Rated: E

Status: Ongoing (Priority Fic)

FFN

AO3

NaLu lovefest 2017₊˚⊹☆

~Day 1: Lust (Fruit and Fantasy)

Look but don't touch. Natsu and Lucy volunteered to help for the Fairy Tail fresh market. Keeping their hands to themselves, and fantasies at bay seem to be harder for them than they thought

Rated: E

Status: Complete

FFN

~Day 3: Hickey (Shiver)

Natsu and Lucy take a job that sends them on a hike into the mountains. It's a cold winter day and steamy night before they make it to their destination.

Rated: E

Status: Complete

FFN

AO3

~Day 5: Chains (Chains)

Lucy is rewarded a virtual reality headset by a client. It was fun to create new places with one of her best friends. It isn't until Natsu turns up, with sexy intentions, that she finds herself way over her head.

Rated: E

Status: Complete (3 ch. 16k words)

FFN

AO3

One Piece

One Piece One Shots₊˚⊹☆

~Comfort Me (Zoyori/ Zoro x Hiyori)

After a vicious attack by ninja in the region of Hakumai in Wano, Zoro and Hiyori stop to rest at Enma shrine. Their curiosity in each other bubble to the surface as she confesses her drive to take vengeance into her own hands. Feeling powerless, they find comfort in each other, even for the moment of reprieve they so longed for.

Rated: E

Status: Complete

FFN 

AO3

Diamond No Ace

DNA Drabbles₊˚⊹☆

~Winter (MiyuSawa)

Romance, Slice of Life

Status: Complete

Requests

~END!Lucy (NaLu)

Angst

Status: Complete

[thelightningthatjumpsbetween]

Twenty One

RE8 | Wintersberg | Romance, Slow Burn | Action, Sci-Fi

Sequel of Winters and the Beast, a Resident Evil: Village Story

Table Of Contents

Karl was still stroking Donna’s brow with his thumb.  She circled once again back to the conversation related to his upcoming departure.  

“Are you sure it’s a good idea?  To..taunt her, even if she isn't here.”  Donna shuddered.  

“I’ll be fine,” he answered with what he hoped was a reassuring smile.  Donna’s long dark hair was actually down, a rarity in its own right.  He played with the strands thoughtfully.   “What about you, gonna try to get some sleep?”  

He was seated beside her bed, and had been speaking to her for some time now.  It felt like hours.  Karl was content to just see her face like this.  There was no more cadou covering her eye, and she wasn’t hidden behind a veil.  Her eyes were puffy and her skin pale, but she looked more alive than she had in years.  He was almost envious of the life that seemed to radiate from her.  

“I…Alina is bringing in the TV and…movie player?  You and Ethan gave her, and she is going to show me movies tonight.  Though I don’t know if watching them from bed is appropriate.” 

“It’s appropriate,” he said with a snicker, and then slowly moved his hand, sitting upright.  “I’m jealous.  Sounds fun.”  He wasn’t actually jealous, but Heisenberg knew that Donna could never, would never, fathom his love of confrontation, especially a Miranda confrontation.  For her, it would be horror.  He was hoping it was cathartic.  Miranda been pretty quiet since their ritual, which had only been a few months ago, and he was aching to learn more about his brother.  Even if, like Eva warned, he might not like what he learned. 

“I am jealous, too,” she said hesitantly.  Karl tilted his head indicating he was listening.  “...of Ethan,” Donna confessed, and Karl raised an eyebrow.  

“Oh?”

“You seem to love him so much.  I have never known you to love a human so much.” 

“You know that’s not true,” he said quietly, taking off his hat and rolling it between his fumbling hands.  “Wasn’t always that way.” 

“I know,” she said in a tone just as quiet.  “I know why a rift grew between us, and I accept it.  But it still made me sad to lose you.” 

“Well, here we are,” he said in a forced, sing-song voice.  Bitterly, he added, one big happy family, just like the Mold wants. 

“It isn’t the same,” she protested, drawing the blankets up, staring at the ceiling.  “I meant us.  It’s all right,” she added, when he looked uncomfortable.  Donna held out a slender hand to him, which he took, shoving the hat into his coat.  

She smiled.  “I am happy to see you happy.  Truly.”

“That’s uh, pushin’ it,” Karl attempted to joke, with a chuckle, and then Donna pressed with another question.  “You really care about him, don’t you?  In a way few must know or understand.” 

Karl’s nervous hand moved toward his pockets, and he abruptly stood.  Confessing how he felt was not easy, but he and Donna had been speaking seriously-and honestly-most of the day.  He couldn’t stop now.  Karl felt closer to her than he had in years.  As he dug through the pockets he gave her a pointed look.  

“I’ve cared about people,” he defended again, “but he…Ethan.  He’s.”  Karl paused, lingering on words as his fingers tapped on his lighter.  “He’s the last.” 

She smiled, remembering the quote; it was from one of many books they’d read together as children in boarding school.  How Karl had abhorred every character, griping about their decisions and motivation, and how she’d loved the tragic love story.   She finished the quote with a smile on her face.  “The last dream of your soul.” 

“Enjoy your movies,” he said while stooping over her, giving a tender kiss to her forehead, and one more brush with his thumb, before he exited the room.  

—------------

Ethan was standing at the doorway again, reclining as if he hadn’t a care in the world.  He still felt the blankness from hearing the research earlier.  The blond felt the cool evening wind; it seemed to pass through him, as though he were made of paper.  Ethan had not felt warm since stepping into the pond that apparently made him more Miranda-like.  Darker.  He wore his coat, but it didn’t help.  

His eyes were on the horizon, but his ears were focused on the conversation he couldn’t help eavesdropping on.  After all, he’d heard his name. It had caught his attention.  And as Ethan listened, he heard Karl and Donna discussing their past.

“He’s the last.” 

Ethan would normally have some reaction to this, even to himself, but he still stared across the expanse of the dark valley.  His last what?  It didn’t make sense.  In fact, it almost sounded foreboding.  

“The last dream of your soul.” 

Finally Ethan smiled. 

 —-------------------------

The two men stood at the top of the cliffside.  This was where, what felt like ages ago, Heisenberg had torn out the mechanical heart.  Where Ethan was goaded into healing his fingers while Eveline told him multiple times that he was dumb.  A fair exchange, really.  And then he and Karl had accidentally dipped down into a stratum where Miranda lived.  Eva had grabbed them both, her face masked.  

Other things happened here, but Ethan’s mind drifted back to the task at hand.  It was raining, of course.  It just had to, didn’t it?  But he figured it meant Miranda was more likely to appear.  Probably waiting on them, after Jochen had appeared so brazenly.  He had been bait, Karl was convinced.  As they stared down at the rubble of the factory and north of it, the old ceremony site, Ethan’s eyes traced in the dim light the road that Karl had begun carving out of the mountain and down across the valley.  It followed the river, for the most part.  It would connect with the prior site.  

But, it was a long walk. 

“How do you propose we get down?”  Last time, Heisenberg had a motorcycle.  He also had a plethora of mechanical equipment, including for some reason, a few tanks, but they were all down at the base of the old factory.  

“Same as always,” Karl said through his cigar.  His hat and coat were actually appropriate for the weather.  With a wave of his hand, debris flew up to meet the engineer, and he glanced at Ethan, his hammer slung over his shoulder.  He grinned.  

“I don’t think so,” Ethan scoffed.  

“Suit yourself, Buttercup,” Karl shrugged, and stepped off the edge of a several hundred foot drop.  Then he stepped again and again, metal rising up to meet him.  Debris floated in an ebbing, moving magnetic field around him.  Ethan rolled his eyes at the display, and then rubbed his hands together.  He focused on a spot that he could only guess was near enough the ceremony site; it had been jagged rocks, but was now just a mostly flattened pile of rubble.  The char marks on it suggested its proximity to the explosives.  And thus, the caverns underneath.  

He exhaled and moved.  It had worked every time Eva did the maneuver with him, so he was well-versed in the sensation.  It worked this time; Ethan flickered away from the cliffside, reappearing in the clearing of rubble and rock.  He laughed aloud, a bright flash of lightning punctuating his joy.  With a smile, he turned back, but Karl was so far away he was barely visible. 

“You lose!” he called, just as thunder growled.  Then the blond frowned, noticing…something.  What was it?  A sensation.  Strong here.  He tilted his head.  The ground felt as if it were buzzing.  It was reading him, he realized.  He stepped among the stones, moving across the flat expanse of rock.  What Ethan first thought was moss was actually mold, its mycelium growing right up to the surface.  And it was reading him.  Recognizing him.    

He could feel the connection closer than ever now.  It reminded him of the time Eveline had sent a surge through the typewriter; a jolt of energy, but this time continuous, not a random bite of electrical intensity.  He quelled the alarm that this realization gave him.  That was the point of coming here, he chided himself.  Because the connection was stronger.  The mold was stronger.    

“Ethan, you pest,” came a familiar voice, and his smile this time was sardonic.  Winters tore his gaze from the many dark fissures in the rock, and instead toward the voice.  She was sitting on a granite rubble formation perhaps fifty feet ahead of him; reclined, as if she were on a throne.  Mold erupted from the rocks around her, allowing her to manifest more clearly.  

“Knew you couldn’t stay away from me,” he said, crossing his arms.  “But this is record time, even for you.” 

“You came here because you want something from me,” she reminded him with a bewitching smile.  “I simply answered the call.” 

His sardonic smile turned immediately to an expression of barely contained disgust.  “What on earth do you think you have that I want?” 

“Oh Ethan,” she sighed, uncrossing one leg, and crossing the other.  She was not in her ceremonial garb–well, she wasn’t in some of it.  She still wore the embroidered bib, the black dress, the heels–but the elaborate headpiece and mask were gone, a simple black habit covering her slick blond hair instead.  “I have everything that you want.  Stability.  Comfort.  Family.  You could go right back to your old life,” she shrugged, holding out a clawed hand.  “For example, the house you had before.  Or even before that.  I can make you and your family any home you’d like.” 

“Whatever happened to just getting rid of me?”

“As I said,” her tone was sharper–she was not a patient woman, and did not like explaining things– “You and I are very much alike.  I do not need to get rid of you, if you are simply out of my way.” 

“I’ll never be out of your way, Miranda,” he snarled.  “So try again.”  

She sat back on the makeshift throne, looking at him as if he were nothing more than an annoying child, and Ethan began to approach her.  She surveyed him.  “I think being a part of this network is getting to your head, Ethan.  You forget I have one hundred years on anything you do. I move between these worlds naturally, with more power than you could ever dream.  They are my home.  I am prepared to live forever.” 

“Does the mold feel…different to you?” He tilted his head questioningly as his face scrunched up in mock confusion.  “Sadder, maybe, lately?  Like something’s missing.  You've been moving through layers more slowly?  Maybe regenerate in different places?  I just so happen to know why that’s happening.  I’ve got friends, Miranda, who know even more than you, with your hundred years.” 

Her sharp expression of interest belied that she too, had felt the shift when Eva left the mold and entered her “human” vessel.  The task that Miranda herself was incapable of causing despite her many years of desperation.  Miranda squinted at Ethan for a moment, and then with a dismissive smile waved a hand again.  This time, two others flickered into sight beside her.  

“These are my friends,” she cackled, and then her eyes danced past Ethan.  “Ah, I see your devoted servant approaches.  We can have this discussion as a family.” 

One of Miranda’s companions was a male, standing rather soldier-like by her seat.  He had a long sword at his front, and his hands rested on the hilt in a gesture similar to how Heisenberg lounged on his standing hammer handle.  His face was hidden, but Ethan already recognized him from the posture alone.  The other Heisenberg.  He was dressed simply, his army green shirt and military pants not appearing wet or slick from rain.  His hair was longer than Karl’s, Ethan realized as it blew in the wind around his face.  

The other person was female, and she sat on the ground at Miranda’s side, like some kind of pet or concubine.  She was dressed strangely-well, for her-in a simple black dress that mimicked Miranda’s undergown.  Her legs were tucked to the side; she was barefoot.     

“Mia,” Ethan said with an exhale.  

Heisenberg appeared, hopping beside Ethan and lowering his magnetic field immediately.  The blond turned to him with a skeptical glance.  “Took you long enough.” 

“You bitch,” Heisenberg spoke directly to Miranda, who was already smiling a terrible, snarling smile.  “I knew you did somethin’ to him.  What did you do?” 

When she snapped her fingers, Jochen bolted from his spot, flickering out of existence and reappearing in front of Karl.  His blade clanged into the already-raised hammer, and Ethan stepped back.  His scowl at Miranda never left his face, but he focused on the twins.  Her power was surely strong here if Jochen’s sword actually hit Karl’s hammer. 

“I can speak for myself, brother,” Jochen taunted.  

“Let’s hear it,” Karl growled back, and Ethan was struck by the timber of their voices.  They were exactly the same.  Same full lips.  Same oval faces, beautiful under other circumstances.  Same build, even.  

“Why do you stay here with an aging body, and a creature put into you, meant to give you a shelf life?”  The other hissed in his broken English.  He motioned toward Ethan.  “Staying…dying…for him?  He can come with us as well.  You know your time is over soon.” 

“Time that’s mine, not bein’ her call boy anymore,” Karl said, the gears spinning on the hammer as he gripped it.  His eyes glowed in the darkness; his gaze jumped between Miranda and his brother.  Miranda, for her part, was simply stroking her claw-covered fingers through Mia’s locks, watching with interest.  This sight filled Ethan with disgust–well, at least he was back to feeling things.  He put a hand on Karl’s shoulder.  

“Weren’t you?”  The brother’s eyes widened, and Ethan saw just how green they were.  How strange, to see someone who looked and acted similar to Karl, but without the scars or grey hair.  And without Karl’s personality, without his laugh.  Jochen’s hair glinted a dark auburn every time lightning illuminated it.  He paced before both of them.  “Her call boy.  How many years have you lost, brother?  Being a LORD.  Locked away in a concrete prison.” 

Karl was studying the man’s face intently.  This was the first tell, he decided, and his eyes moved imperceptibly toward Ethan, and back again.  He and Jochen only ever saw the factory when they were with their father, but the boys both thought it was a massive wilderness of a playground.  It was a beloved spot that they begged to visit, even though both had to endure their mother’s tortured experimentation on lower levels.  

Karl smoked, his eyes narrowing.  “That’s right, and now my sentence is up.  I’m free.  An’ she wasn’t satisfied with me after all that time, I wasn’t a good enough lapdog, so she what–had you on speed dial?” 

Jochen’s head tipped to the side.  He didn’t get the reference.  So he hadn’t been awake, or revived, long, Ethan decided.  The blond shifted uncomfortably as Miranda unfolded her legs and stood, sauntering across the wet rocks and mold toward them.  Mia followed behind her, looking down and not meeting Ethan’s eyes.  She was wringing her hands.  Ethan’s heart dropped, but he had to focus on Miranda, he reminded himself.  

“Heisenberg,” Miranda purred, with a toss of her head.  “Cease this.  Have you not missed your brother?  Do you not wish to be with him again?” 

“Let him go,” Karl said in a tone both exhausted and vicious.  

“He is quite happy where he is,” she argued.  “You could be happy with him.”   When she approached them, putting a hand on Jochen’s shoulder in mimicry of Ethan’s gesture, the other Heisenberg twin put his hand over hers.  But there was another tell in the motion; barely.  Hesitancy.  Ethan swore he saw it, and by Heisenberg’s increased grip on the hammer, he was sensing it as well.  

Jochen was not comfortable with her touch.  

Ethan hoped they were right in these instinctive guesses.  

This was enough for Karl; he extended the hammer, the gears spinning swiftly.  Ethan felt the field rise around them, and Miranda looked almost bored as she neared them both, dropping her hand from Jochen’s shoulder.  The blond removed his grip from Karl’s shoulder to pace in an arc by Miranda, as if to move toward Mia.  She still wouldn’t look at him.  

“Mia,” he began.  Heisenberg’s hammer sang.  The engineer judged the blond’s position to Miranda, and tossed a single word, one they’d agreed on as a signal. Simple enough. 

“Ethan.” 

Ethan lunged at Miranda.  Despite Karl’s will to choke the life out of her, Ethan had a better chance of actually touching her, since he’d done it before, during Eva’s ceremony.  When she hissed and grabbed him back, everyone took a step away.  Ethan’s hand went around her throat and his other slammed into her chest.  She choked out a cry and slashed at his face with the golden claws, screaming as her other hand went into his chest as well.  

That hadn’t been part of the plan.  Karl took a chance on lowering his guard at his brother, but Jochen was just as entranced at the fight between mold beings.  Ethan’s eyes and lips blackened as Miranda attempted to transform into her more spider-like appearance; he was holding her in place firmly.  Blood gushed from the wounds she’d infliced on him, but they closed up immediately.  

“You cannot kill me in a way that matters, don’t you remember?” she gargled, as black liquid flew past her lips.  Miranda’s eyes turned black as Ethan’s, veins popping up around her eyes as she slashed at him again.  

“You go ahead, keep making copies,” Ethan taunted, but his voice was strange, Karl noted.  Deeper, filtered.  It was as though he were an entirely different creature than the hard-headed Ethan Winters.  His skin greyed as Miranda’s hand found its mark.  But he squeezed her heart first, not yanking it out as she had done his, but leaving it intact while he pulled her wrist out of his chest cavity.  More black matter spilled from that wound.  He crushed Miranda’s wrist.  

This wasn’t the plan.  Karl’s eyes were wide and he searched the blond’s face for some clue that things were either good, or not good.  Karl couldn’t touch Miranda, but he could drop the field, or chance trying to swing the hammer at her face, or…. something.  Ethan held Miranda at arm’s length by her heart as he continued, eyes void, his voice still a low echoing metallic growl.  

“Go ahead.  Keep trying and failing.  I’ll be here every time you fail.  Until the last time.”  

Mia was backing up and away, as though trying to find an exit from the area.  Jochen just stared at Ethan with his jaw dropped.  

“The last time,” Ethan yanked on her chest again.  Miranda’s screams were turning into cries of pain, and pure rage radiated from her gaze as she looked up at Ethan.  Was there something else?  Admiration, perhaps.  An angered smile.  

His own chest wound was already healing, but Karl could see by the worsening rain storm that black liquid dripped from his eyes, ears, nose, mouth.  “When this is permanent.” 

Then he crushed her heart completely.  He could feel rather than hear her screaming; Ethan could not see just the one realm.  His vision was covered in a million dancing prisms, he was seeing as the organism he was a part of saw.  He was the Mold, manifested into human form.  The heart, as well as Miranda, disintegrated before him.  It slipped through his fingers onto the rock.  

As she disappeared, dissolving in the rain, Ethan closed his eyes as if in pain.  His hand was covered in black goo, and he turned it over, shaking it while he kept his eyes closed.  Karl hesitantly lowered the field, and for the first time since Ethan’s movement, he looked at his brother.   

Had it been real?  Or was he obligated to answer her orders?  Now they at least had a moment to find out.  

[jmflowers]

Ask game for fanfic writers 2 - 11 - 13 - 17 - 40 - 64 - 65 - 81 - 85 - 100 What character do you like to write for more? 😊 Have fun! 🤍

2. Talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

            Oh God, definitely Epithet. Writing Charity Dingle is like trying to pull out your own teeth most days. She’s such a challenging character and she fought against so many of my plans while creating that story. If I remember correctly, I think one chapter (ten, maybe?) took like three months to finally get through. I can’t wait to go back to that one and finally finish it. I know exactly where that story is headed and what plot points I’d like to make appear, so it’ll be interesting to go head-to-head with Charity again to reach the finish line.

11. done

13. Talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

            I always wanted to write a family!fic collection but I didn’t think I’d ever get to, nor that it would be well-received. Stumbling into Hygge Universe thanks to that silly lyric prompt game I started last spring has been such a great surprise. Especially since I never intended to create original characters – loving characters that came from my own mind as much as the characters on screen is such a weird thing to experience. Each time someone tells me they feel real or the stories make them feel warm or safe or comforted, that is my own hygge.

There’s also a story in my discarded WIPs that tells a narrative through second-person point of view. It was so ridiculously challenging to write, which is why I set it aside, but it was such a cool thing to explore. I had not been aware I was capable of something like that. I’d love to carry on with the idea someday, or just try something similar again.

Beyond the fanfiction realm, watching my script come to life over the weekend was… I don’t have words. They’re my characters and it’s my story, but I stepped back for the first time and let my partner direct the actors and reimagine some of the plot points to work better on camera. I absolutely cannot wait to see it all come together in his edit. Having the actors come in and hear how much thought they’d put into the motivation behind certain lines and their understanding of the character backstories was everything I’d ever dreamed of for storytelling in media.  

17. done

40. done

64. What is your favourite title for a fic you’ve read?

            I’m probably gonna have to say Mise En Scene. Or Successive Approximation. Or i had all (and then most of you, some, and now none) of you.

65. What is your favourite title for a fic you’ve written?

            I’m a sucker for a one word or short phrase title. For fic, Extraordinary Measures, Somnolent, or Epithet. For screenwriting, Praeteritus or Dovetail.

81. done

85. What would be on a mood board for your current wip(s)?

            I don’t have anything actively in progress right now, as I really needed a mental break from writing fanfiction. Last thing I touched was about picky eaters, so the mood board would probably be covered with pictures of food. Ketchup, pasta, French fries, chicken nuggets.

100. What character do you like to write for more?

            I’m really biased right now, because I was still having a lot of fun writing older!Beatrice last time I was actively working on fic. For Station 19 fanfiction, I think Maya Bishop is the character I tend to like to write for more, as I see a lot of myself in her. But then, I really enjoyed the handful of times I’ve dived into Carina-centric stuff. I think as I branch into Lagom (the sequel collection to Hygge), writing the dynamic of Andrea and Beatrice as teenagers will be one of my favourite things.

fic writing asks

[weeducaresblog]

Life as a Student

My Aims and Dreams

Reya Jane S. Ferraren

As a grade 12 student of the Humanities and Social Sciences strand, my aims in life are to gain more knowledge, to graduate, to pass the entrance examinations, and sooner to be able to pass the board exam in order to get a better and stable job in the future. To be honest, I became so lazy in school works lately. But now, I realized that I have a dream that I want to fulfil. Back then, I didn’t literally had a dream that I wanted to be fulfilled because all I thought is that I’m not smart enough to dream. But now, I understand that when you have a dream, you need to trust yourself no matter what.

My dream is to graduate in BS Tourism but since we have the lack of finances, I will intend to take BS Criminology course which my family can afford. Additionally, my dream is also to help my family because I want them to experience living with a prosperous life and I want also to repay all their sacrifices just to pursue supporting our study. “I will not quit until I will make my dreams come true”, because I have a family that are hoping for my success and believing in my capabilities. Many people discourage us in a way that they tell us that we will not be able to finish our study because we are just poor and that, we will get pregnant early. But instead of believing them and lose hope, I intend to use those as my motivation so that I will grow more matured and pursue to continue my study. For a student like me, I’m not really good at everything. I don’t have talents, I’m not smart, not rich, and don’t have confidence. But still, I believe that as long as you have dreams and goals in life, you can achieve them if you exert dedications and effort. You will succeed in life but it should not be forgotten that the key to achieve all the success is by a prayer. Even though there are many obstacles and failures that will come to us that we think we can’t overcome and handle, just always think that we have a dream that we want to fulfil.

What I learned is to just trust yourself and do not be afraid to step out of your comfort zone. Even if there are so many problems that will come, just always find better solutions to overcome them. As the day passed, time became our enemy. While it’s early, we should learn to appreciate what we can do for our dreams. Just always be positive, courageous, and mindful enough of what you are facing. Never let negativities to lift down your delightful plans in achieving your dreams. Instead, make them as your powerful motivation to combat your unstable thinking. If you really have a dream that you want to fulfil, there is always a way to move forward and achieve those and there are reasons to lose hope.

[spriteguard]

Games for Gods and Patient Mortals

There is, in the place where the immortals and the divines come together for recreation, a game which is known as Lernaean Nim, for its gameplay resembles the cutting of heads from the Lernaean Hydra, causing more to grow in its place, and its rules mirror those of Nim, in that the winner is decided by who cuts the last head, thereby slaying the hydra. The game board is a tree diagram, in which the ends of the branches are considered heads, and they all meet at the hydra’s body, and everywhere two or more necks meet is called a segment. Whenever a head is cut, if it is connected directly to the body, then it is cut and no more grow, but if it is connected to a segment, then all of the segments and heads grown from that segment are regrown again from the next segment lower. The number of copies that are grown is decided by the player making the cut, and can be as large or as small as they wish. It is rumored that one particularly brash mortal, attempting to intimidate the god he played against, once grew twenty million copies of a large and complex grouping of heads. In response, his opponent created a number so large that it has no name in any human language. Even with such rapid growth, it is mathematically proven that this game will always end. This was originally described as a single-player game by the mathematicians Laurie Kirby and Jeff Paris, who showed both that the game would also end, and also that it is impossible to prove that the game will always end without using certain advanced mathematics. For more information, see this post: https://markkm.com/blog/killing-the-hydra/ Since the game will always end, it’s possible to apply the combinatorial win conditions: the last player to make a move either wins (normal rules) or loses (misere rules). This makes for a strategy game that has some very deep similarities to the game Nim. The idea for Lernaean Nim is one that I’ve had kicking around in my head for many years, and motivated me to learn a lot about mathematics, but it was never my end goal. The game is interesting in that it can go on for any length of time, but not forever, but the game is not actually interesting to play. The strategy is both shallow and opaque, and many moves end up being strategically identical. My quest to create or discover a game with these particular properties that is actually fun and interesting to play is ongoing. The really tricky thing is that since no human could ever actually finish playing one of these games, the act of playing itself must be an enjoyable one. The player has to be able to reason about their position and come up with a move that will clearly bring them closer to victory even though they will never reach that victory. But this is a fundamental design principle of games in general. I believe that games should be fun to play in the moment, regardless of whether one will ever reach the end. It’s a difficult bar to meet, but to me it is a very important one.

[firesofdainix]

October 21: Day of the Departed

10 days left. I will prevail! I need to finish most prompts on Sunday because the next few weeks will make me super busy so, once again, I’ll be in an almost offline stage.

@morrotober

AO3 Version

If Morro tells his comrades back in the Departed Realm (that’s a lie; he didn’t have comrades, he only had some blank shades he talks to whenever he gets bored… or lonely) that he ruined a perfectly good revenge plan so he can help his former master, those little spiteful spunks would be clapping him on the back. Those shades he's now associated himself with (which was initially a harmless idea that lacked foresight) were not as vicious as the Cursed Realm ghosts, but they sure lack the brains he's had the entertainment of having conversations with. In addition, the ghosts in the Well of Regrets were afflicted by this annoying condition to have sessions in which they dabble in useless dreams and visions, of different timelines and choices they made. Whenever they come out of that state they're all so… melancholy and depressive. He didn't want to connect with them in that position.

And he didn't want to be like them either, coalescing with his own desires and the happy ending designated for him.

If he was being honest, he really wishes that his access in the Departed Realm wouldn't be so limited; The Wells of Regret and the Fields of the Elements can only keep him entertained and distracted for so long. He knows that everything was punishment for his own sins, but he's thoroughly sure he would never hear the end of it.

Morro, at the end of all things, is so tired of everything.

He feels as if his own energy was taken from him after his loss during the Preeminent, his form permanently burning. The Departed Realm may not be as wicked as the Cursed Realm, but it never does tolerate his delusions and ambition.

Can ghosts die? Because Morro wants to, at the very least, sleep permanently. No trace of an afterlife in the aftermath.

But, a Cursed ghost can dream.

And dream he did.

The Bounty was as mundane as ever for a ride; its speed was average and a little on the slower side, which did not help Morro's impatience and nerves. The wind may be slow and still, yes, but it has to move. It has always been fast and brief to his liking. No matter what, it has to be moving.

But the Bounty feels as if it has barely moved, and that is grating on his nerves.

He groans, staring at the eclipse that had brought him back here. Whatever dark magic Yang created to summon the villains back into Ninjago, he was powerful. And that makes Morro quite wary. He turns to Wu, who was steering the wheel at a slow, quiet pace. If he was the angry, resentful, and rejected young boy, he wouldn't notice the grim expression and the shaky grip which his master possessed. Former master, he supposes.

"For a worried master, you seem to be going at a snail's pace," Morro says for the first time since the two of them have boarded the ship. The two had not spoken since Morro relayed that his motivations were not as sinister as Wu had assumed. (Morro tries not to feel the squelching of sadness as he thinks about that. His own master did not trust him to have good thoughts.) Maybe it was because this reunion was not as cheerful as Wu had expected, maybe the two of them were waiting for the other one to talk.

Wu, in response, pulls a lever. The blasters and thrusters behind Morro begin to boost, prompting Morro to steer clear of it. Technology these days was hard to fathom, and he didn't want to be caught up in this burning. Much to his surprise, the Bounty goes faster, almost stumbling as gravity and the wind returns to him full force. He scowls at his master, whose eyes were on the skies. He feels as if he is being petty.

Morro continues to roll his eyes. "You're ignoring me."

"Wind is invisible," Wu says cryptically, and he bites back a sigh. "It cannot be ignored."

"You do a great deal ignoring me until now."

Wu turns to him for the first time in a while. "I did not mean it like that."

Morro sighs. "I understand. I am your first pupil, but also your wayward student."

Wu did not say anything.

Morro looks away. This entire session was a bust. Maybe he should have left Cole to his fate.

He was not a hero.

He was a Departed soul searching for penance.

Then, after a while, Wu speaks. "You look… different."

It takes a while for Morro to understand what Wu meant. Cursed ghosts have been cursed to appear inhuman as they stay within that wretched Realm. Morro, Soul Archer, Bansha, and Ghoul Tar were one of the youngest cursed ghosts, but their abilities and appearances have already lost all human coherency. Perhaps they'd look human if their hue was not a sick green, but they are deciphering differently. Dark scleras, cat-like irises with their eye color, tattered shapes underneath their eyes, marking their allegiance to the Preeminent, sharp teeth that elongated to fangs, and claws that resemble animal claws. That was just the first stages of their transformation; once they lasted a century or more in that realm, they can notice worse changes to their body… if they stayed in that Realm long enough, they'd turn out as ugly as the Preeminent.

Morro sighs, thinking of Hideaki. Still beautiful. Or maybe that was his subtle affection for him still being important.

In the Departed Realm, he'd still have that green hue; all ghosts are cursed to have it, after all. But he can already see changes in his appearance as if he's already been living in the Departed Realm for decades. His fangs and claws and marks are reduced, but the black scleras remain the same. It was as if the Departed Realm is currently stripping him of the things that made him inhuman… forgetting why he was not one of them in the first place.

It didn't matter.

Nothing matters to him anymore.

That's why he was helping Wu.

Right?

Morro shakes his head. That is the perfect reason why he is helping his former master reunite with his student. He did not want them to be lost as Morro and Wu have.

Never again.

"Why?" Wu asks, the silence so palpable it can be cut.

Morro frowns. "Why… what?"

"Why do you decide to help us?"

Morro laughs, albeit bitterly. "Have you lost the will to look at me without me being evil, master?"

The older man falters, and Morro bites his sadness with a scoff of resentment.

"I should have expected this." Morro's voice was angry, yes, but there is the slightest hint of disappointment and sadness that is left stagnating in the air. He didn't want to believe it; the fact his master decided he wasn't meant to be good is affecting him more than it should. "Perhaps we are too different now, master."

Wu did not respond initially, but then he spoke. And, as if the balance that threatens to rip the world apart again has been restored, his voice was like concord personified. "I have never lost hope for you, Morro. But…" He hesitates, turning to look at Morro for the first time since they went aboard the Bounty. There was a sad sigh. "I have a new family now."

That hits Morro harder than it should have.

It shouldn't have surprised him. He already knew Wu had made his choice when he was their adversary.

He just assumed that he would have handled it better, after all that time in the Departed Realm.

The wind is a wild force that cannot be contained.

And so are his emotions.

Morro shakes his head. He is not going to freak out about that. Not here, not now.

He is supposed to be better than that now.

All the lessons the Departed Realm is teaching him will be for nothing if he loses control over his wind now.

He heard Wu suck in a breath. He doesn't want to look at him. "I am glad."

"Glad you finally got me off your subconscious streak?" Morro inquires bitingly. His wind feels acrimonious as well, biting at his own corporeal form.

Wu shakes his head. "That we can finally be on the same side again."

Morro's expression becomes that of surprise. He should have foreseen this likely outcome— Wu is, admittedly, quite inept when speaking the right words, especially when he is currently emotional. But, when he is highly emotional, he can express these certain feelings in small, lengthy emotional speeches. It was always why Wu was so good with his words, to the point it made Morro, for a little, falter. Wu’s expertise in being able to make heads turn was, unsurprisingly, one of his more notable assets. Morro is wary of it.

The ghost’s eyes grow wide with disbelief.

He feels warmth pooling in his chest, the knots that have been tangled since arriving in the Cursed Realm slowly, but surely, untangling themselves.

He lets out a deep breath; ghosts cannot breathe, but souls can.

And he could feel all of his insecurities and anger fading away. Even if it was just for a little while.

Even when the two of them know that he will have to leave.

“Come live with us,” Wu says once again, and Morro blinks.

“Live… where?” He knows what he’s enunciating, but he would like to have confirmation before he blows it out of proportion. See, Departed Realm? He is maturing. They can stop sending him mixed messages about a new threat brewing in the deepest depths of the Realm now. He is done with being given hopeless missions. He is hapless in them.

Wu bristles, as if it was obvious. “In the Bounty, with my Ninja.”

Morro stares at him, scoffing after a heartbeat. He looks away from Wu, knowing that the senile man can understand the emotions he is currently conveying in his face. He is not going to risk letting Wu see his true emotions, especially when it comes to a sensitive matter like this. Wu knows that most of his ninja have the right to dislike him, correct? Even Lloyd, who, last time Morro checked, is still caught up with nightmares about him possessing his body. At least, that is what the Departed Realm is showcasing him— they love showing him the truth, the consequence of his actions rather than blustering him with praises, polishing him as if he was some eye-catching gold trophy that will rust.

“You overestimate their tolerance, master,” Morro says, seething a little. Yes, he can see that, in particular, the ninjas are kind. But kindness can only be strained enough.

“I can get them to behave.”

“You must prioritize their comfort over me,” he replies with finality. “I will only be helping you with this one simple task. And… I will be gone.”

Wu looks over at him solemnly. “I do not wish for you to be gone.”

Morro frowns. “We can’t always have what we want; that’s what you told me, the day Destiny spat on my face.”

[dr0wning-in-hell]

Sacrifice - Hope Mikaelson

Summary : Hope is always sacrificing herself for others, everyone knows that including her girlfriend, Y/N. When fighting against another unknown monster from Malivoire, Y/N jumps in front of Hope to try and protect her, but ends up with major consequences. 

Word Count : 1000

Warnings : angst, near death, crying, angry!reader, angry!hope, fluff

Prompt : “ hi!! i was wondering if you could do something angsty with hope from legacies but with a happy ending ?🥺🥺🥺 only if you can!! “ - anon

Pairing / characters : Hope Mikaelson x witch!reader, Landon, Lizzie, Josie,

A/N : This is very short with very shitty writing, I am truly sorry. I’m also sorry I haven’t posted in so long, a lot of horrible things have happened to me lately and it’s hard trying to find the motivation to write. I will be trying to post more since school is coming to an end! Hope you enjoy this small piece.

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It was an endless nightmare at the Salvatore Boarding School. Monsters were coming out of that gooey pit in Kansas left and right, leaving some of the elder students and some staff to protect the younger students. 

One student who took thins a bit too far when trying to protect the younger students was Hope Mikaelson. Everyone was aware of how protective she was over everyone, despite being so cold and hard to get to. The one who knew this best was Y/N, Hope’s best friend and girlfriend. Y/N knew that protecting the students from the never ending sea of monsters was a big deal, especially since they were so close to getting rid of everything once and for all.

The newest monster however, was a lot harder to beat than the others. Never in a million years did the students of the boarding school think they’d have to encounter a basilisk. When they first saw the creature everyone immediately thought of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Thankfully this was real and some of the concepts from the movie were false.

Lizzie, Landon, Josie, Hope, Alaric, and Y/N were in the sewers trying to find the beast when one of the twins felt something wrap around their leg and start dragging them to God knows where. The group followed the beast, throwing rocks and casting spells in some attempt to get it stop. When it finally did they got to see how big it truly was. 

“I fucking hate snakes,” Y/N grumbled glancing at her girlfriend, who was already pulling out a vile of some potion that was supposed to kill the monster. While everyone was doing their parts to distract the snake and free one of the twins, Y/N and Hope were finishing the potion. While distracted with finishing the concoction, the snake gravitated towards Hope. 

Y/N was the closest one to her, and not wanting anything to happen to her she jumped in front of Hope. Only seconds later was Y/N trying to protect herself with any spell possible but was too late when the snake wrapped its’ tail around her legs and threw her across the sewers. Y/N’s body hit the wall with a hard thud, cracking the wall slightly. When Hope looked over she saw her girlfriend laying on the ground, a small pool of blood seeping from the crack in her head.

Hope threw the potion as Alaric and the twins finished off the Basilisk. She rushed over to Y/N who was laying motionless on the ground. Her skin was paling and the amount of blood leaving her body grew. The group made their way out of the sewers trying to keep their friend alive for as long as they could.

It had felt like forever until they reached the school, but when they finally arrived they rushed Y/N to the nurses office where Kaleb fed her his blood in order to close the wound. Alaric stitched up what was left of the wound on her head, and cleaned off the blood as they all waited to see what was going to happen. Hope was pacing back and forth next the bed Y/N was laying on, while the others went to go clean themselves up. 

Hope had tears forming in her eyes, even though no one ever saw her cry or express her emotions, they all knew how much it would break her if Y/N died. She kept mumbling things to herself, blaming Y/N’s current state on herself and not protecting her girlfriend. Little did she know that Y/N put herself in between Hope and the giant snake to protect her, just liked how she was always protecting everyone else.

It took another two hours for Y/N to finally wake up, and when she did she was tackled into a bear hug by her girlfriend.

“Why’d you do that? You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” Hope said slightly angry as she pulled away from Y/N, tears threatening to spill from her eyes as she sniffled.

Y/N groaned slightly as she sat up, an arm going to wrap around her waist. “You protect everyone all the time, Hope. I love you and I wasn’t going to lose my girlfriend so I did what I had to.” Y/N said simply. Hope shook her head as she held Y/N’s hand.

“I sacrifice myself to make sure that everyone’s lives can go on. I can heal, I can-” Hope was cut off by Y/N pressing her lips against Hope’s. 

When she pulled away she was face to face with a shocked and blushing tribrid. “And this time it was my turn to sacrifice myself to make sure you survive. I can’t live without, you know that.” Y/N said softly as she held Hope’s hand in her own, the pad of her thumb running over her hand.

Hope nodded, “I guess it was an equal trade,” she smiled softly at her girlfriend. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” Y/N nodded in response, pulling Hope into her side as the two held each other in silence until they both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

[lucy90712]

Being an Olympian (hc)

A/n: I have been watching the olympics recently and it inspired me to write this but I don't know that much about all the sports so sorry if you do any of these and I get things wrong

George:

He is so proud of you that all of your training has allowed you to fulfil your dream of going to the olympics, of course he is sad that he can't watch you compete for the first time but he will be up at whatever time your heats or finals are just to watch you.

Watching you do all the tricks and flips you do as a gymnast he gets scared hoping that you won't fall even though he knows you will be fine because you've done these routines a million times he can't help but worry. Will cheer out loud when you get a really good score and when one of your competitors messes up because he knows that it's good for your competition.

You are in the individual all around final and a few apparatus finals which he watches intently right to the last second. Loved seeing your reaction when you won your medals and of course was so proud of you calling you the second he could to celebrate with you seeing as there wasn't really anyone there for you to enjoy the moment with.

When you come home he picks you up from the airport greeting you with the biggest hug and flowers because he's just that cute. He also love seeing your medals and is surprised by how heavy they are, would definitely call Dream and Sapnap to show them your medals and brag about how cool you are for going to the Olympics.

Dream:

He knows very little about volleyball despite how much you try to explain it but he will suddenly become very interested when you actually make it into the Olympic team and will try his best to learn everything from you before you leave.

Will get up at whatever hour to watch your game and cheers you on as loudly as he can even though you can't hear him and he annoys Sapnap who eventually just decided to join him in watching because it's easier so you have two cheerleaders back home. He often records small parts of the games and puts them on Twitter to tell people to watch and cheer you on as well.

After each game he will call you and either celebrate with you if you won but if you lost or weren't happy with how you performed he would help you look at what to do better for your next match. Of course he's no expert and your coach is there to help with that but hearing some things from him is actually useful sometimes.

In the final he is on the edge of his seat the whole time hands sweating from his anxiousness he is watching you knowing that you are so close to achieving your dream at your first olympics. When you score the final point giving your team gold he jumps up off his seat and runs round the living room he's so excited.

Once your back home he gives you the biggest hug and takes pictures of you with your medal and might post one because he's just so proud. May also steal your medal sometimes just to look at it because he thinks it's so cool.

Sapnap:

He is your biggest supporter and will come to training with you sometimes even though he can't swim anywhere near as fast as you but he will time you to see if you are up to pace which of course you are. When you set a really fast time he will get so excited and will give you a hug even though you are soaking wet.

When your races actually come around he's more nervous than anything because he knows that you have set such high expectations for yourself and he really wants you to meet them. He gets stressed just watching your heats but you make it through with the fastest time which helps him keep calm. Dream would also watch because Sapnap would beg him to even though he probably would anyway but dream has to keep him calm or else Sapnap would bounce off the walls.

By the time your final came around Sapnap almost couldn't watch because she knew that this was your chance to win the medal you have been training so hard for for years. In the last few seconds he was watching through his hands because it was so close between you and the person in the lane next to you but when you touched the side first he sprung up from his position and jumped up and down for ages.

You also do a relay in which your team gets second so you have two medals to bring home. You show him your medals over FaceTime and the smile on his face says everything, he's so proud of you for doing so well after working so hard. While on FaceTime he takes a bunch of screenshots of you with your medals and then he takes more actual pictures when you get home.

Sapnap would definitely brag about it on stream and show people your medals because he's so proud, the chat are also so happy for you because Sapnap had mentioned before just how much you had been training.

Quackity:

Since you do athletics he will come out in runs with you and go to the track with you even though he is always way behind he enjoys watching you run. He has been to all of your previous completions so he’s sad that he can't watch you at the biggest competition of the season but he is supporting from home.

He can't bare to watch you on his own so he will watch your races with your family which creates such a nice atmosphere which even though you can’t see he knows you can feel them supporting you. Is always available to give you a pep talk before you race or after a heat he is there to tell you how well you did. As much as you have an actual coach he is just as good in motivating you and he’s learnt a lot from your actual coach so can give pretty good feedback after each of your runs and isn't afraid to tell you what you could do better.

After you finish second in your heat still qualifying for the final he's so happy but gives you a bit of advice on how you can do better in the actual final which you take on board and use to win the gold medal. The medal ceremony is an emotional moment for him because he can see the huge smile on your face and remembers all the times you've talked about winning even just a bronze and been so excited but seeing you on the top step does make him shed a few tears.

When you come back home he definitely films a video with you called something like racing an Olympic runner where he gets you to show off your skills to his audience who may not have seen you race. He definitely loses the race but he's ok with it because the whole point really was for people to watch you.

Karl:

He is excited to watch you dive at the top level but also a bit scared because he knows that if things don't go right you can get injured and you have only just recovered from an ankle injury you got during training so safe to say he's a bit anxious watching you.

Luckily the synchronised diving is up first when you and your partner are diving together, watching that calms his nerves slightly because he sees you perform so well and only just lose out of the gold medal by 0.5 of a point. Talking with you after the competition also helps because you say that you are feeling on good form and he trusts your knowledge of your ability.

When it comes to your individual event he sets up an alt stream to watch it because he's way to nervous to watch it on his own. A bunch of his friends join a discord call and watch it with him cheering you on along with the chat who were really engrossed in the competition. The reaction when the score for your last dive comes in is ecstatic because there is almost no way anyone could beat you and when the last score came in Karl was jumping around, the chat were going crazy as well as everyone in the discord call. Karl also called you before he ended stream so that one he could talk to you and two thr chat could hear from you.

Does a proper stream when you get back so that the chat can see your medals and ask you questions which was really fun and it’s so cool to hear from people who are now inspired to take up diving because of you.

Wilbur:

He is so proud of you for being able to get to the olympics but because of how strict the lockdown has been in England he is worried about how little you have practiced and trained over the past year but of course he still has faith in you he just doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. Was also gutted he couldn’t go out there with you especially because it’s your first olympics and he so desperately wanted to support you and be there in person to cheer you on.

Watching you practice and watch videos of your past performances has helped him learn how you actually do the high jump so when you start in the first round he can tell that he didn’t need to worry because you are jumping super well. Setting up a makeshift bar in the living room obviously did some good for you because you were looking really good.

Once you made it to the final 8 is when he got most nervous because all of the others were looking great too and the person who had beat you at some world championships was there doing well too. He had faith in you though because he had watched most of your recent practices and you have been really close to beating your personal best so when of it comes to that he thinks you can do it.

It really did get down to that and you had to try going above your personal best but you did it first attempt so you were celebrating and so was he. That height knocked out a few people leaving only you and one person left fighting for gold. You just kept going somehow even though you’ve never made it to these heights before and then it got to above the Olympic record height which is when he started biting his nails with worry. Your competitor failed all 3 of their attempts and you still had one left and you made it meaning not only had you won the gold medal but you hold the Olympic record.

Is so excited for you to get home because he just wants to give you a hug and tell you how well you did not just over FaceTime. He was there for the second you got off the flight and picked you up to give you the tightest hug he could. You also had a lot of interviews to do which usually aren’t your thing so he helps you get though them with his media experience and now the nation loves you because of how sweet you are in all the interviews you do.