#i guess that’s a mini life update for those of y’all i don’t have on any other socials

[mxgyver]

me, currently very inactive due to a lot of life stressors & still getting followers: I am confused and surprised

[justdaphne]

The crows at an amusement part

Nina:

Every five minutes or so, you’ll see her with different food. Popcorn, cotton candy, breadsticks, hotdogs

Wait till she finds the waffle stand

“THESE ARE SO GOOD THIS IS THE BEST OMG I NEED MORE SOMEONE BUY ME MORE PLEASE I NEED IT IT IS MY DRUGGl”

Her hands are full with food

I feel that she’s that type to wear the merchandise

Takes a lot of pictures and it annoys Matthias and Kaz

“OH MY GOD MATTHIAS TAKE A PICTURE OF ME HERE” *poses*

“AND HERE!” *poses*

She loves roller-coasters or any ride that involves heights but she screams as if she was burning in hell

Money-spending spree for her

She likes winning prizes in one of those mini-games and if she doesn’t win she does it again and again and again

She updates her Instagram every ten minutes or so

Wylan:

Balloon collector??

He likes going on the carousel ride with Jesper

Wylan dragged Kaz into it too

He’s literally having the time of his life on the carousel

He HATES those big, tall rides but:

“Cmon Wylann don’t be a chicken” says Nina

“But-“

“CHICKEN”

“...fine”

He shuts his eyes tightly every drop and clings on tight to Jesper

He also likes to spend his money on unnecessary merch. He’s rich so who cares

Kaz

Not sure why he came but he’s here anyway

A little kid thought that he was one of the cosplayers there:

“Mummy look! A villain!”

“WTF?”

Inej gives him the hoho-u-better-shut-ur-mouth look

yea he’s morally grey 🙄

As we know, since Wylan managed to drag him on the carousel, as he’s riding it Nina and Inej laugh their ass off and Nina takes pictures of him

He glares.

Like ok imagine this:

Instead of look upfront he looks to the side of the people watching, and gives the kazzle dazzle glare. ✨DEATH glare✨

Hah and you thought they stopped taking pictures. They kept doing it

He stole “something” from “somewhere”(as he says)

On the roller coaster ride he sits next to Inej.

He won’t admit that he was terrified of the drop, he didn’t scream but he held on to Inej’s hand tightly

He carries the map around

On one of the mini-games, he won a crow plushie and gave it to Inej

Inej

She had a great time

most of her time is spent next to Nina

She pays for everyone’s meals. She’s seen with a breadstick, nothing else.

Inej managed to sneak into the front row in the line

She LOVES the big, tall rides. She isn’t scared of it. She deals with heights anyway as the Wraith

I feel like Inej likes the attraction rides. She points out to the decorations.

“AWW I LOVE THISS”

Inej and Jesper compete in one of the mini-games. It gets super intense.

She wins almost all the time but Jesper insists on a rematch.

At some point, Inej let’s him win

Inej bought them all merchandise

Jesper

He’s dressed, top to bottom, in merchandise.

The hat, the shirt, the pants, his sandals. All from his last visit

Both him and Nina are stocking up on food

His hands are filled with balloons, food, shopping bags

As they were queuing for the roller coaster, “if I die and either of y’all survive, make sure I have an open casket”

“Jesper you little sh-“

He screamed really loud on the roller coaster and after that, he dramatically ‘fell’ because he was ‘dizzy’

I suppose he rode all the rides there is in that amusement park but he likes the chaotic rides the most

He, Wylan, Nina and Matthias does face painting. Not like Matthias had a choice

On one of the performance, Jesper managed to steal the show and all eyes on him

“What is Jesper doing up there- OH MY GOD”

Matthias

I feel like both Matthias and Kaz spent the most time together. In silence. Sitting on the bench, waiting

He prefers the calmer rides like the boat ones. Little does he know that boat rides aren’t calm

He loves the attraction rides. He finds them fascinating. One of the attractions were about Fjerda and guess who complained

“What the- this doesn’t look remotely close to Fjerda! What is this? I’ve never seen that? Is that suppose to be a wolf? That looks like a dog!”

“Drüskelle. Calm. Down. Shut. Up. No. One. Cares. ”

He takes a lot of pictures of Nina. Pretends he hates it though. Something about keeping many picture of Nina gives him joy

Nina forced him to wear a lousy looking T-shirt that says ‘MAGIC IS REAL!” that she got for him in one of these shops

He gets a slushee I suppose. The ice reminds him of home

“Now that was fun innit?” Jesper says as they walk out. “Where are we going tomorrow?”

[bokunosimpfiction]

Yandere!Heisenberg x Reader Pt 3

A/N: Since y’all demanded a plot that’s what you’ll get. Will it be good? No. I’ve never written anything with a plot in my entire life. Ever. Not even when I did Nanowrimo or whatever. I just bullshitted the whole thing. Like I’ll do with this fic. Y’all are going to have to remind me to update because I have the attention span of a goat. I’ll try to update this on Saturdays??? IDK at this point. ALSO, WHY THE FUCK IS THIS SO POPULAR?????????? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY NOTES THIS HAS ON AO3???? 69????SIXITY FUCKING NINE??? I HATE EVERYTHING MY LEGACY WILL BE READER CALLING HEISENBERG DOOFSCHMIRTZ I HATE EVRYTHING DSHFUGSADFJ

Synopsis: You have totally, %100, given up on escaping. Totally. You haven't been gathering supplies for one, final last hurray. Nope. Totally not. All you have to do is persuade Heisenberg of that so you can change your mind at the last minute. Y’all know the trigger warning for this series but if you don’t tw:kidnapping (implied)

Taglist: it’s exclusivly @localdepressedvampire​  so if you want to be on it for just this story or for all my pieces fill out the google doc in my pinned post or dm me and I’ll put you on it. :)

             You’ve made a breakthrough in your long-term plan of escapism. Even with the mini escape attempts that were really about exploring the factory and less about actually trying to get out, you hadn’t made a lot of progress: until now.

             Well, two, really… Okay, maybe 1 ½. Firstly, you found a sawed-off two-barrel shotgun. With ammo. In fact, there was a various amount of ammo around the factory, but no actual gun. Until now. The second discovery, which is nowhere near as useful, was a window. Which was probably 50 or more feet up from the ground. You didn’t get a chance to inspect it that much, considering as soon as you saw it and got a glimpse at the far-off ground, you had to run again from Lycans.

             Which gives you a basic idea of a way to escape. You knew where the ammo was, you knew where the gun was and had a route to the edge of the building, and hopefully could find stairs at the end of the hallway. Now all you had to do was find a time where you could be gone long enough to get a decent head start before, he notices you’re even gone. Even when he was in the workshop, he kept a close eye on you, keeping you in arms-length to the point where it taxed on both of your mental health.

             And even then, in that chair in the small room, you watch him work in the finer details on something the size of your head and torso. You try not to look at the phone in your lap, he doesn’t even know you have it, much less how great the reception is in the building. How did he not know about his old phone that was still working fine? Oh well, he doesn’t need to know you’re looking at memes and reading feel-good wolf-star fanfic on ao3.

             The best idea you had was to leave him while he was asleep, but there were two some issues with that: he clung to you like his life depended on it, your back to his chest and arms around you almost tight enough to keep you awake; it was dark as hell in the hallways of the factory as is, but it would be impossible to navigate safely with the lights; and the Lycans were most active outside at night, which was where you were trying to go. They’ve tried to eat you before as they show no discrimination on food.

             The only way to get a good enough head start would be to leave while he didn’t notice you were gone, and wouldn’t notice for a long, long time. And that when it hit you. The only time he ever left you by yourself was when he had to deal with the other three lords. And while he left you in that basement that you originally woke up in, you had memorized your way out and found that going up five flights of stairs took you to that faithful widow.

             Would you have enough time to explore and look for an actual exit/entrance, or should you play it safe and find a way to go out that window. You wanted to laugh to yourself, you’d never think that going down a 50ft plus drop would be considered safe, but here you were, kidnapped and held hostage by one of the people your late grandmother warned you not to associate with, or even go near. The letter you received directly quoted “the four lords and their mother, Mother Miranda, are not to be approached or associated with at any costs. You’ll know them when you see them, they smell like death and money. See them and run.”

             You can’t help but find that ironic, considering that you did try to run, heeded her warning, and still faced the consequences that were far worse than she had warned you about. You regretted coming here, to this small village, when you first arrived: no friends, and even those you tried to approach held you to her standard and expected them to be just like her. You were far from her kind and optimistic nature (at least that’s what you heard of her; you hadn’t even known of her whereabouts until she was dead).

             Even the duke, who had helped smuggle you into the village, didn’t seem fond of you. It was a shame, you tried so hard to impress him. But he saw you to a point where you could easily reach her old cottage without having too many issues, turned his cart around, and left without a good-bye. It bothered you to no end that your only companion for about a year or so was an elderly outside cat and the creaking noises the walls made at night.

             And then the cat died and not even a week later you got kidnapped. You never considered yourself lucky, but damn if that wasn’t the worst streak of luck you’ve had in a long time.

             You pretend to turn a page in your book and scroll through your Instagram feed, seeing friends having fun at the beach, or studying at the library, or your old best friend taking selfies in provocative clothing to your ex-boyfriend. Did she forget he cheated on you? She wasn’t always the smartest, but she brought that heartbreak upon herself. You see a photo of your mom, she had posted a picture of a black and white photo of her with her mom, you’re guessing, you have no idea who that old woman is.

             This is the last photo I had with my mom before she died. We lost contact after I moved out. I wish we parted on better terms, Nana.

             She’s in a prairie dress, holding an ancient-looking key in one hand, and the other wrapped around her mom, a middle-aged woman with long hair in two braids and a face that had too many stress wrinkles. You guess your mom was as bad as you were in college. The background looks dreary. You would have guessed it to be the quality of the photo if you hadn’t recognized the house behind them as the house you lived in used to live in.

             The loops on the handle of the key look familiar. You spread your fingers apart to zoom in and see the blurry engravings on the side. It was the payment you gave to sneak into the village. You thought it was a worthless family heirloom at most and found it strange that he had even found interest in the key, or even valued it deeper than money in general. Maybe this photo or other photos of you and your family would help out.

             Why is that key suddenly piquing your interest? Were you that bored, as to sit there and think about a key that was at least twice your age? A key that you didn’t even have. You needed a hobby besides escapism and rejecting your captor’s sexual advances. You look up at him again, only to find him leaning against the desk, hat off and sunglass placed on his forehead, his gaze on you. It wasn’t his normal piercing one, that studied you and calculated your every move, but soft and lazy. His current gaze was dreamy; he was daydreaming about you. You found that equally undaring s it was unnerving.

             “Karl.”

             “Yes, Sweetiepea?” Honestly, what the fuck.

             “Firstly, why are you staring at me like that? Secondly, that is the most disgusting way to use that pet name. I need to take a shower after you called me that.”

             He chuckles light-heartedly. Even his softer more genuine, happy chuckles are booming and loud. “Okay… Sugarplum!” And he busts out laughing.

             Clearly dodging the first question and focusing on the second. You can’t believe you gave him ammo for his annoying-you-gun. And you thought you’d grown immune to most of his… less-savory traits. Were you growing used to him? Next thing you know you’re going to like him and develop Stockholm syndrome!

             “You’re a shit head, hobo magneto…” You turn your head away and let your hair cover half your face so he can’t see you smile. You’ll miss him when you escape and get the duke to smuggle you back to your home in Bucharest. But only a little. Just because calling Heisenberg these names are funny.

             “Why don’t you call me by my name, I know you know it.”

             “You sure about that?” You quip back.

             “You’ve lived with me for at least two months now!”

             “Hm…. I think I know your name! It’s uh…” You are totally faking not knowing his name. “It’s… Heidi Carlson? Yeah, that sounds about right!”

             “It’s Karl Heisenberg!”

             “Quit being so silly, Heidi! Maybe it’s nap-time!” This was a little too fun.

             He looks back at his project for a moment and genuinely considers it. “I know you’re being antagonistic but you’re probably right.” And with that, he walks towards you and goes to scoop you up. You have to shut your book quickly in order for him not to notice the phone in between its pages before you let him pick you up.

             He immediately notices that. “Are… Are you sick?”

             “No! Of course not!” Because you genuinely aren’t sick, and he’s already up in your business as-is, you don’t need him dotting on you because he thinks you’re sick or something. You’ll go fucking crazy.

             “You’ve put in zero effort into anything remotely physical since your last little failed escape attempt.” He gave it a little bit of thought. “You’ve given up, haven’t you, and you’re just depressed about it aren’t you?”

             You want to say no, you really do, but if Heisenberg thinks you’ve given up on escaping, perhaps it’ll give you enough space to plan the big one. The reverse heist so to speak. “No- I… okay maybe I have but I still don’t like you.

             He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Good girl. Now let’s get us that well-deserved nap.”

             You plug your nose and turn away as a joke. “You’ve gotta take a bath first, you smell like oil and sweat.” You don’t fight it, because you have to play the part, but you still have to act a little bit like yourself.

             “Okay, fine doll, but don’t think you’ve escaped my barrage of affection, because as soon as I get out of the shower-“

             You bonk him. And he looks at you so confused before he smiles and leans down to nuzzle his nose against yours. You try to hold the bile back in your mouth and lean forward and peck his lips before leaning back. You failed at trying to not visibly gag.

             “Ew… I can’t believe I just kissed you.”

             “Well, I guess someone caught feelings… Didn’t they?”

[podcastsaremyjam]

Podcast Recs!

Sometimes it can be difficult to find new fiction podcasts through the jungle of nonfiction ones. I LOVE finding new podcasts through other people’s recommendation’s, so I figured I’d take advantage of tumblr’s “pin a post” feature to pin a list of my favorite podcasts to the top of my page! Be sure to check out the tags on this post too—I try to be pretty consistent with tagging on this account. I’ll keep updating as I find new podcasts!

Fantasy

The Adventure Zone

If you’re into D&D, you’ve probably at least heard of this one, but it’s definitely worth the hype! TAZ was created by the McElroy brothers who, along with their dad Clint, play D&D together. The whole thing is INCREDIBLY hilarious, but each story really gets more complex and interesting as it goes along. The first “season,” TAZ: Balance is my favorite—classic D&D setting following Magnus, Taako, and Merle as they adventure and a larger mystery slowly unfolds. #adventure #dnd #found family

Unseen

A collection of stories set in the same magical universe by the team who created Wolf359. Each episode has been really interesting, and the worldbuilding is really great! #magic #lgbtq+ rep #mental health

The Two Princes

Rupert and Amir are princes of two kindgoms at war who decide to take destiny into their own hands by pursuing the cause of the curse plaguing their kingdoms. To do so, they will have to create an uneasy truce as they forge deeper into the enchanted forest. This podcast is so lovely. The characters growth is just *chef’s kiss* I just found out that seasons 2 & 3 were released exclusively on Spotify, so guess who’s “to listen” list just got longer? #princes #lgbtq+ rep #prophecy #enemies to lovers

Sci-Fi

Girl in Space

Our narrator (who’s name has not been revealed as of the end of season 1) is a young scientist who’s parents have died, leaving her as the sole living inhabitant of the research station Cavatica. Space seems so vast when you only have yourself to talk to...until it isn’t. One of my all time favs—there is so much depth in the story and characters! #space #research #mental health #grief #space station

Directive

Y’all, this one made me cry the first time I listened to it! The story (in season 1) follows Frank as he works as a caretaker watching over the cryogeniclly stored bodies of people on their way to a space colony. It’s such a poginant exploration of the social bonds we take for granted. #space #mental health

Wolf 359

Told through the audio logs of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel , Wolf 359 follows the crew of the Hephaestus as they monitor the star Wolf 359. If I could only recommend 5 podcasts to someone, this one would definitely make the cut. Each of the characters is so well flashed out as the podcast progresses, and the conversations it has about mental illness are handled so well! #space #mental health #space station

Moonbase Theta Out

Ugh, this podcast is so good! The first season follows the researchers and workers on Moonbase Theta as they prepare for base shutdown. However, with political issues threatening the safety of family planetside and those in charge being suspiciously unwilling to provide information on certain topics, our narrator pushes for answers before he goes into cryogenic stasis. Note—the narrator of season one and his husband are sappy and adorable. I love them so muchhhh. #space #politics #lgbtq+ rep #space station

The Orphans

If you love sci-fi, this is the podcast for you! The Orphans tells the story of a universe full of future technologies and humanity continuing to push forward into unknowns. Each season tells a different story arc set in the same universe, interconnecting and building on past seasons. #technology #space #survival

Burst

An adorable anti-capitalist comedy set in space! #space #aliens #lgbtq+ rep #space station

EOS 10

OMG This podcast always makes me laugh so hard! It follows two doctors, a nurse, and a hypochondriac alien patient as they navigate medical appoinments and daily life on the station EOS 10. Shenagains ensue. #space #medical #lgbtq+ rep #aliens #space station

The Strange Case of the Starship Iris

Hooooo boy! Bring on the found family adventures in space we all deserve! Something here about the Each character is just beautifully written, layered in complexities that start to peel away as we get to know them. #aliens #space #found family #lgbtq+ rep

The Bright Sessions

Therapy session recordings of Dr. Bright’s patients. Only, her patients aren’t there for help with anxiety or depression. They’re there because they’re “atypicals,” people with incredible abilities. I love each of the characters in this podcast, and learning more and more as the plot unfolds!

Horror/Supernatural

The Magnus Archives

I don’t normally listen to horror, but I started listening in the middle of the pandemic and HOO BOY. It did not disappoint! The story follows Jonathan Sims working in the archives at the Magnus Institute, an institute dedicated to gathering information about strange and unusual occurances. Each episode is Jon recording himself reading statements people have given in order to better organize the Archives. Starts off a little slow in terms of Jon’s interaction with other characters, but that aspect starts picking up halfway through season 1. #horror #supernatural #lgbtq+ rep

King Falls AM

Though not as terrifying as the other shows in this section, King Falls AM can definitely be unsettling. The show follows Sammy Stevens and Ben Arnold as they host a late night radio show in the not-so-sleepy town of King Falls. Though newcomer Sammy is skeptical of the town’s reputation for supernatural events, there is definitely more to the town and its inhabitants than meets the eye. #supernatural #mental health #lgbtq+ rep

Welcome to Nightvale

My first ever podcast! You’ve probably already decided if Nightvale is your cup of tea if you’re on my blog, but basically WtNV is a radio show covering events that happen in a town where glowing clouds rain dead animals, a country of tiny people exosts under a bowling lane, and librarians will must not escape the library. Vaguely creepy and definitely weird! #supernatural #lgbtq+ rep

Other

Levar Burton Reads

If you love short stories, definitely check this one out! As the title suggests, the immensely talented Levar Burton selects a different short story for each episode and reads it. His selections span lots of genres, and he’s read stories from some of my favorite authors like Neil Gaiman and Nnedi Okorafor!

Me & AU

This podcast is sooooo cute! It follows Kate as she hyperfocuses on a new show called Selkirk and becomes friends with a fellow Selkirk fan named Ella.

Under Pressure

Follows a doctor of literature aboard a deep sea research station three miles underwater.

36 Questions

A musical three part mini-series about the relationship fallout between a husband and wife after the husband discovers that his wife isn’t who she says she is.

[gryfon-spanish-werewolf]

The Choice - Part 2

Part 2 of my elsanna Hulder/Valkyrie au :D I know I said I’d make them 1-1.5k but I guess my sweet spot is 2-3k ¯\_(^^;)_/¯  Good for y’all

I highly recommend reading Chapter 1 and/or the original concept for context because this chapter picks up EXACTLY where we left off. And I do mean exactly. ao3 and ff.net links are up too!

Shout out to @like-red-lads again for indulging me in the concept, @giuliaciulia89 bc I know you’ve been waiting patiently for this one, and a quick spike for @snowmanmelting since you asked ever so politely for a notification of publishing 💖

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The woman who still crouched naked in the water leveled a glare at the Valkyrie. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

Anna felt like someone had wedged the padding of her armor directly into her skull. Her thoughts zipped too and fro, bouncing off the sides while whatever still sane part of her brain jumped desperately in the middle, trying to grab even one coherent thought.

Who are you? Well that’s easy, I’m Anna, the Valkyrie! Wait no, no, I can’t say that, humans that are still alive can’t know that.

What are you doing here? So funny story - I felt like I needed to be here and find you and I know why but I can't tell you or you won’t believe me, or maybe worse you will believe me and then we’re still stuck because-

Life or Death?

This question was causing the most trouble. Anna felt the answer gallop up her throat again, only for it to wilt and corkscrew off somewhere else as it neared the tip of her tongue. It leaped up her legs and tornado’d around her insides like a rock trapped in a gale, bruising everything it touched, but still it didn’t make itself known to her. It was a pressure, the kind that rattled the lid of a pot over-boiling above the cookfire.

Anna shook her head, feeling more than a little dizzy. The remaining part of her brain that was still running around for a legitimate answer grew tired as well and sat down, which prompted Anna to do the same, plopping down onto the rock below her feet in an unceremonious heap. The woman across from her flinched.

“I guess I mean,” Anna replied slowly as she crossed her arms over her chest, “that I really don’t know. And that’s never happened before.”

The woman narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Which part?”

“All of them. Oh!” Anna pounded her fist into her palm. “Except the first question, I can answer that one. I’m Anna!” She grinned broadly, just like she had for the warrior in the battlefield. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“I wish I could say the same,” the woman groused, “but considering the circumstances, you will have to forgive me for not feeling the same.”

“It’s certainly odd,” Anna mused aloud, putting her chin in her hand. She missed the other woman’s exasperated expression entirely. “Today started out so normal but now everything is strange.”

“That I can agree with.”

“I know!” Anna threw her arms out. “First there was the fight, then my plans changed without warning and I miss my ride home, then I stumble-sprint through the forest following your voice and now you’re talking to me and--!” Anna pulled up short.

She was having a conversation with a human.

A live human.

Which meant…

“Hey, this is going to sound like a trick question but, you can see me, right?”

The woman blinked, a furrow deepening between her brows. “That… does seem like a trick question.” Anna waited patiently, and saw the moment the other woman realized she would have to answer: a defeated drop of her shoulders. “Yes. Yes I can see you.”

“Oh good!” Anna chirped. “I mean uh, not good, actually,” she frowned and looked to the side, thinking. “Well not baaaad.” Anna bobbed her hands in front of her, as though physically weighing the implications on a scale. “Just… unexpected, y’know?”

The look on the blonde’s face told Anna that she did not, in fact, know.

“I… can imagine that thinking you can’t be seen, only to be seen, would be… unexpected,” was the diplomatic reply.

But Anna had already retreated back into her own head, her mini-me having rested long enough to start picking up the pieces and sorting them into piles. Piles of Normal, piles of Weird, and piles of Highly Irregular.

Being seen by a living human was definitely Highly Irregular.

Maybe something had gone wrong with the magic today, or by leaving the company of her sisters the cloaking spell had frayed and broken with distance. Regardless, if this woman did not suspect Anna’s true nature, then she supposed it wasn’t a big deal. She still had the largest issue at hand anyway.

Again the Choice stirred under the skin of her palms, racing past her funny bone in a jolt and stinging the junction of shoulder and neck before disappearing like a snuffed candle.

“Any update on that second part,” a voice startled Anna from her thoughts, “or are we free to move on with our lives?” The woman in the water had started to shiver, goosebumps covering her arms and legs.

“I’m sorry!” Anna jumped up and reached out. “Here, let me help you up.”

The blonde looked at her hand like it was a poisonous snake. “I’m more than capable of getting out myself, thank you.” Her gaze flicked back up to Anna’s, “Especially because you won’t tell me why you’re here. Or you can’t remember, which I can’t say is any better.”

“Oh, right, well…” Anna withdrew her hand and rubbed the back of her neck instead. “I’ll let you do that then.”

A beat passed before something seemed to click in the woman’s brain. “You’re just going to stand there?”

“Huh? Yeah?” Anna cocked her head, “I mean, we’re both women.”

“We’re also strangers,” the woman responded, grinding the final word between her teeth.

“Sure but, it’s not a big deal, I’ve seen plenty of naked women.”

This time it was the blonde who blushed, making her hair stand out more starkly against her reddened skin. “Right,” she said flatly. “Be that as it may, if you’re so determined to stay I’d prefer it if you at least turned around.”

“I… of course. If it makes you more comfortable.” Anna spun on her heel, her back to the water. Throughout their conversation, the strength of the tugging had ebbed, less a riptide and more a kitten batting at a string of yarn, pulling against the middle vertebrae of her spine.

If the woman replied it was lost in the swoosh and splatter of water as she moved from the middle of the stream to the bank. Anna heard the droplets of water splash onto the rocks below, sometimes more, sometimes less. Perhaps she was wringing out her hair.

“Don’t peek,” the woman scolded.

“I wasn’t going to!”

“Prove it. Close your eyes.”

Anna nearly turned around to answer in spite, but caught herself and set her eyes straight into the trees. “I’m already facing away from you, isn’t closing my eyes a little much?” But Anna did as she was told.

“No,” came the muffled reply, as though the woman had turned away from her, also. There was a ruffle of cloth and the sounds of dressing, the clasp of a belt and the slide of shoes.

And then there was the knife.

It was nearly impossible for someone of Anna’s age and battle prowess to mistake the sound of a blade leaving it’s sheathe. And even if she had, the tether pressing against her back suddenly ignited - combusting, roaring and leaping against her like a brush fire.

In a heartbeat Anna whirled around, knees bent and legs spread apart. The woman stood before her a few feet away, now dressed, though water still dripped from her legs and soaked the fabric of her dress at the collar. Between them was a hunting knife, pointed at Anna’s heart.

“You’re armed!?” Anna blurted out.

“Isn’t everyone?” The woman called back, gesturing with the tip of the knife to Anna’s waist before aiming right back at her center. “And so are you, by the way.”

“Yes but that’s because I’m--!” Anna clapped a hand over her mouth in the nick of time. She couldn’t just say she was a Valkyrie, there had to be some kind of rule against that.

“A warrior, I know.” The woman scoffed. Anna swore for a moment her eyes flashed like the glint of sea rime at dawn but it was gone just as fast. “Come from the battle up the hill have you? Is that why you won’t tell me what you’re doing here, you’re not sure whose side I’m on? Whether I’ll run away from you or into your arms? Or are you a deserter? Tucking your tail between your legs and winding up here, caught without a backup plan?”

“Yes! No. What? Absolutely not. A-And no! In that order!” Anna straightened, rubbing a hand on her temple. Her head was starting to ache, not just from the situation (which was already far, far beyond what she’d ever imagined), but from the strain of the pull on her body. Never had it lasted so long or been so overwhelming. It trod up her sternum and into her throat, dancing along the edges of her jaw. Anna ground the heel of her forward foot into the rock below, needing to physically restrain herself from walking forward. The woman noticed her shift in posture and took a half step back. “Yes, I came from the battle,” Anna said, taking a deep breath. “But not because I was involved in it. I came here because… because I needed to find you. Because I heard you singing.”

Well that was true enough, Anna thought to herself. “Who lives and who dies is important to me,” she continued, finding her way through the half truths that would have to bear her along, like stepping stones made from clouds. “But equally important is that those who are not destined for combat are spared. That those whose lives are decided by other things are not drawn into battle needlessly.”

The woman knelt slowly, keeping her front towards Anna at all times while retrieving a bag from behind a rock. She slung it over her shoulder before speaking. “Oh, so you are a judge, too,” she said icily. “Well then decide. But bear in mind - your choice is not the only one guiding my fate today.”

Decide. Choose.

The words barked in Anna's head, bayed like hounds on the scent. The Choice bore down on her again, like the stones that crushed guilty men, one on top of another.

“My name is Anna,” she said gravely, drawing upon the power with which she made Choices before the war drums had even played their first beat.

“Part one,” the woman counted, standing tall.

“I came here to solve a mystery, to find whomever was at the end of a string… a song.”

“Part two…”

Anna felt it, the Choice zinging up her arm, raising the hairs on her neck, feeling the thrum of her heart in her chest. It was time.

“And I choose... to let you go.”

Silence passed between them, and then the woman frowned, the tip of her knife dropping just slightly. “What?”

“I mean, I never meant to keep you here, and I’m sorry that you felt threatened.” Anna placed as much compassion as she could muster into her words, which was quite a lot. One didn’t get good at comforting dead souls by being callous for hundreds of years. Besides, this woman was only human, and if there was a problem with Choosing, that wasn’t her folly but Anna’s, and something she needed to investigate on her own. “You must live somewhere nearby?” Anna coaxed. “The village southwest of here perhaps, down the hills? I’m sure they’ll be happy to see you safe. I won’t tell anyone you were here, just in case. But it’s not safe to stick around. You should go back home.”

“Home…” The word fell oddly from the blonde’s lips. “Yes I-, I’ll do that.”

Anna rocked back on her heels, hands settling genially on her hips. Despite the draw she still felt between her and this woman, it was manageable now. She wasn’t sure what she was going to tell her fellow Valkyries about this, but she’d cross that bridge when she came to it.

“If it’s all the same to you,” the woman said, interrupting Anna’s thoughts, “I’ll wait until you leave. You’ve made yourself more trustworthy than you first appeared, but I’d not like to take chances.”

Anna smiled despite the scrutiny. “Well I was going to offer to walk you home, but you seem like you can take care of yourself. That knife has hardly lowered once.”

“I think that’s a genuine compliment, for which I’ll say, ‘thank you’.” The flicker of a smile came and went in the dappled sunlight across the woman’s face, so quickly Anna almost missed it. “Don’t take this the wrong way… Anna,” the woman spoke as Anna began walking back into the forest, “but I hope I never see you again.”

The Valkyrie’s heart trilled at the use of her name, even as sadness dampened it’s cheer. It was entirely possible they’d never meet again. Perhaps on the next morn, battle long over, Anna would wake and the pull would disappear completely. Freed from the burden of Choice until it came around next time, for someone new. Though, Anna hadn’t been lying when she said she’d arrived following a mystery. And mysteries hated going unsolved.

But for now she trudged through the trees back toward the hill, throwing a last hand over her shoulder in farewell.

With each step the tug grew lighter and lighter - a snag, a tap, a whisper across the room, until finally it was only noticeable if she concentrated.

Clear frost filigree inside a spyglass.

------

Elsa waited until the Valkyrie was long out of sight. She sheathed her knife only when birdsong came back to the wood, and with that movement went the last of her strength.

She fell to her hands and knees, trembling.

A Valkyrie. A Valkyrie had come looking for her.

In all her years, all her centuries of life, Elsa had never been so close to one. She knew who they were and to whom they were sworn. What they dedicated their life to. Reaping souls for the glory of another war and leaving the rest to rot.

Elsa breathed heavily, her brave and icy façade melting as her lungs begged for air to quell the panic in her heart. She’d made a mistake reacting to the Valkyrie's presence, even if it had been a genuine surprise. Humans couldn’t see Valkyries, and if Elsa wanted to remain hidden, she needed to keep pretending she was human.

But the Valkyrie… Anna..., had seemed distracted too. Something had been bothering her, or maybe even hurting her.

Yet she’d been armed, and knew how to use the sword at her hip. She was a woman who decided whether a person would continue on to see the sunset or not.

Even though she’d been kind, Elsa had not been willing to take the risk.

Elsa’s jaw clenched, her hands forming fists, drawing lines in the sand and loose dirt of the riverbank. She’d been clumsy but she hadn’t been caught. Her secret was safe, for now. The Valkyrie still thought she was nothing but an innocent woman, bathing too close to a battlefield.

She gathered the rest of her things, not that she had many. It was time to disappear and lay low for a while. The song she was singing before came back to her mind, but now it felt tainted so she didn’t even hum. Her malaise showed despite her best efforts however, in the irritable swish and flick of her tail beneath her dress.

That is when she had felt the most terror. Anna had not just come upon her naked in flesh, but in spirit.

Every moment she’d crouched in the water had been eons in her mind. Her muscles still ached with the effort of keeping her tail wound around her calf and ankle. Praying that the Valkyrie would have the modesty not to look, or if she didn’t, to be unable to see through the ripples in the water.

Coupled with the intense need to keep her front to Anna’s at all times, lest she see her back, left Elsa with hardly enough energy to stand.

That’s why Elsa had asked her to close her eyes, even with her back turned. She couldn’t trust the Valkyrie’s word, not when Elsa didn’t know the true reason she’d come. While her lie about following a song hadn’t been entirely false, it certainly wasn’t the whole truth. At least Anna had complied with her request. Elsa wasn’t sure what she’d have done if she hadn’t.

Probably disappear into thin air.

But that would have been more suspicious, and Elsa had known she still had a chance to ward off the preoccupied Valkyrie. Though she’d been successful, that triumph, in its wake, only made her light headed, with nerves so bundled up in her core she felt nauseous.

Elsa checked her surroundings one last time before reaching out in front of her, a little above her head. She felt for a Seam, running the pads of her fingers up and down, along divots and warps until she found one and pulled. An opening appeared before her, like a drape pulled away from a window. Inside the world was muted, duller, quieter.

Elsa took one last breath of fresh air before she stepped inside, feeling the doorway close behind her.

After all, the Hulder did say she’d go home.

[lutiaskokopelli]

Hey all, I hope you lot are doing well.

I’ll be short. IRL wise, my life is pretty complicated these days, and I probably won’t have much free time until at least the end of 2020. Long story short, I have exams incoming, I don’t know whether my PhD will be able to start properly, and if I don’t fight tooth and nail on a daily or even hourly basis, I’m pretty much screwed, and to some extent so is the lab who trusted me enough to keep me for above-mentioned PhD. So... yeah. Stress levels over 9000 and all that stuff.

So what this means for TFS is that I basically don’t have the time to make “perfect” pages with details, beautifully painted shadows etc.

Theoretically, there are two options: either I keep the quality level of the previous updates and I’ll update around, what, once per month or something?? Or I publish as often as I used to, but I won’t be giving the pages the same level of quality. For those who followed the story back when I was still answering the asks, I’m talking about a quality that would be around that level -- still with colors and a minimum of work put behind them, but without the final touches that take the most time and effort to make.

I guess I could make a poll of some sort or ask your opinion, but... For the sake of my sanity, especially during these tough times, I need the story to move onwards. The story itself and the fun of answering asks is what keeps me from going insane under the pressure, so... I really, really need this mini-arc to end as fast as possible and to go back to just, like, being chill and answering your questions with making stupid faces and throwing in jokes and potential memes.

So... yeah. I just wanted to let y’all know. The good news is that the updates should go back to a schedule similar to when I was answering asks, as in one new part every few days or sometimes even one per day, but the bad news is that the pages won’t be as beautiful as the last few updates. I’ll be making the first 80% of the work, but the remaining 20% that take 80% of the time and efforts to make just, won’t exist, except maybe for a few panels here and there if I feel like it. I’m sorry for those who expected quality, but... I need this.

[emilythesphericalrobot]

Here Comes the First Day — Status Update — Season 2?????

I know there’s a small handful of you keeping up with my post-finale fanfic series, and you may be wondering what’s up now that the 1–2× daily update schedule has slowed. Since AO3 doesn’t have a way to post little interstitial updates—nor should it; can you imagine the spam?—I hope anyone who’s interested finds this post.

📠:

The only thing that’s slowed down is the posting! Every other commitment in my life regrets to inform you that I’m still writing my ass off. I have, unfortunately, come to something of a bottleneck w/r/t releasing...

I’ve been getting ideas faster than I can turn them into stories. Overflow has been going in a text file that was getting out of control, so I spent some time yesterday organizing it.

That file now starts with 7 (seven!) mini-outlines: each a title, logline, and list of beats it should hit. I may not get around to all of them, but now I could pick any one up and finish it in an afternoon.

They’re all in the same vein as extant instalments: More outdoor manual labour for Catra! Two Scorfuma stories! And since that fucked-up flashback fic went over so well, you might get another one! Sorry in advance? Also, I’m gonna have to invent more fantasy botany lore...

I also have about a dozen one-line prompts that I may or may not develop further, and a bunch of emo song lyrics for potential titles.

And then there’s the Hordak story. What am I fucking doing, y’all. This motherfucker has a plot. I wrote a whole outline. I don’t outline! I think “oh wouldn’t it be cute if” and then I knock out a couple thousand words to scratch the itch. And if that’s not bad enough, I’m starting to think of it as the “Season 1 finale” of this whole endeavour. Which means those mini-outlines I mentioned are going to comprise, I guess, “Season 2”? Who the fuck do I think I am???

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A FUN SEXY ONE-SHOT ABOUT KISSING ON YOUR FRIENDS

Perhaps you see why the updates are slowing down. It’s going to take a while to get this thing to the next phase. The outline has five chapters, which will be posted as each is finished—but I’m writing them out of order, so the release schedule may be erratic. (I may also get distracted by writing a “S2” story on the side. Or, you know, by real life.)

I will do my very best to make it worth the wait.

So stay tuned for the next major update, in which none of Hordak’s current projects are weapons-related, and that won’t be enough to redeem him. But one last consequence of Catra opening the portal is on its way…

We don’t always get a second chance, but we always have a choice.

Coming very soon to AO3 — the Season 1 finale (?!) of Here Comes the First Day — “a land of holidays”

Take care. xoxo Amy

[meganshinsou-tm]

I want y’all to understand where I’m coming from when it comes to my feelings at the moment for Crimson|Ink - so here we go.

As I keep saying, it’s been over a year now since I started that fic. And when I first started it, I had no plan for it really and didn’t really know where I was going with it. It wasn’t until halfway through that I really found what I wanted to do with it and how to end it. And I was satisfied with that and at the time could definitely see it through to the end.

July of 2019 happens and my entire life just went to shit. I got let go from my job, depression and anxiety became worse, stress became so much worse cause then I was working on house renovations and all of that lasted for months! In that time, I didn’t update really anything and pretty much took a hiatus for the most part. Then the holiday season rolled around, my depression got sooooo much worse, toeing suicidal thoughts worse, I lost two best friends due to toxic relationships with them, was forced to move into my house when I wasn’t ready - blah blah blah.

However I managed to start and finish the holiday writing event and they felt so good. It was also fun cause it was new and new ideas. When it comes to Crimson|Ink it’s like I’m so ready for it to be done and over with so I can move on but I don’t feel like writing or have the desire to write those last few chapters. And I don’t want to just abandon it because I don’t want a unfinished fic always screaming at me in my head. I love the fic and how everyone who is here loves it and has given it so much love and support and like I feel like I’m obligated to finish it for everyone.

But when I think of actually sitting down to write out this next update I just kind of wanna cry or start to feel this weird feeling I can’t explain that makes me angry or just super annoyed that I have to write it and I push it off for the next day. I think maybe it’s just all the things the next update entails? It’s the whole finding Reader, getting to her, having the big confrontation between Kiri and Dabi, the showdown and the ending to that and I think it’s just that since it’s SO MUCH and mostly like a lot of details and making sure things add up and that there’s gotta be somewhat action in it - I’m just not wanting to write it. I think about the chapter after that and the epilogue and feel really ready to write those cause they’re the ending and it’s fluff and resolution and smut.

Ugh - I hate all of this. I wish I could just write these finals chapters and finish this beast of a fic so I can move on. Because I keep wanting to start a mini-fic or write other random things but the fact that Crimson|Ink is still not done and only has like 2 more chapters left, keeps me from starting anything new.

I’m all over the place, I don’t know. I just wanted to let everyone know where I’m at like in my head right now with this. It’s mostly me whining I guess. I’m just tired from work. ;-;

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S4 Ep8: Magic Mai

So fun fact, I was out of town around this Thanksgiving and I grabbed a laptop from my Dad’s stack of machinery he’s sort of collected over the years and lo and behold--he put Linux on it.

Like I dunno if you all can relate to this problem, but everything he touches turns into Linux and he’s trying to live this Windows free/Mac free lifestyle, and I get it, I’m friends with so many vegetarians, but like I hate this laptop. I'm using Gimp to make these screenshots...So I can re-do them later in Photoshop because...it just doesn’t feel right to put Papyrus on this computer. It already has Linux. This poor machine has suffered enough. Long story short, this’ll be a small update because right clicking on linux is ass.

Also, because I was on a laptop and realized how small my blog is for the first time--I don’t have control over the size of pictures in text posts, tumblr does, and in this particular theme it’s not allowing me to change the size, and so do me a favor. Click ctrl and + at the same time a couple times (I’m assuming most of you are on firefox). There. the pictures are the right size now. If you hated that, you can click ctrl and - but like lets be real, my font is occasionally...tiny.

Anyway, we start discussing this episode on the confusing legs of the last one, where Mai is evil now, and it’s really not entirely clear if she’s possessed or if she’s just always been this way, or if she just FEELS like it.

And that’s all this episode is about, start to finish--is this Mai’s choice or was this not Mai’s choice? The answer is the same as it would be for a normal person: it’s complicated. Maybe it’s everybody’s choice. Maybe it was because no one did anything that Mai went completely haywire? Maybe it was because Mai hid how she was feeling so no one had any idea she needed help? Or, overall, maybe Mai is kind of a toxic person and wanted to be this way? Especially while she’s on children’s cartoon card drugs?

(read more under the cut)

So to start off, a weird thing happened at the beginning of this episode. After about 4 seasons, someone finally mentioned this:

How many seasons has Yugi been talking to himself? Like, out loud. In front of everyone and Kaiba? This whole time, right? Like Valon just dashed my headcanon where I figured Yugi was smart enough to think his thoughts instead of speak his thoughts. He’s just not that smart, unfortunately.

Meanwhile, Mai has managed to attract this other (teenager?) guy and like...to go worse than Joey so quickly is kind of shocking. Mai just seems embarrassed by the amount of very young boys in love with her. And she’s not even a cougar about it, she doesn’t really seem to want this to happen but it keeps on happening.

And although he is essentially the card form of a drug pusher, Valon has this soft spot for a girl I guess to give him some sort of redeemable flaw. However, she only wears tube tops and minis and spends like hundreds of dollars on her hair, so it doesn’t really make him seem any less shallow, tbh.

PS I’m surprised, that unlike all the other characters on Yugioh, I can’t just type in Valon’s name into Google and get his age and weight. No idea what his age is, and if you know, feel free to tell me but he just seems...exactly the same age as Joey. He seems very 17. Maybe it’s the obsession with motorcycles and children’s playing cards? Maybe it’s his big ol childlike eyes? He just seems young and niave like how a teenager who just fell in love with a very angry older woman would.

Joey tries to remind everyone, multiple times, that this game is the worst idea ever since it requires one of them to super die, but Mai is on card drugs so I don't know why they bothered. Also, why is Joey still surprised by this after 4 seasons of this?

Yo it’s S4 and Mai witnesses magic non-stop but still has basically no idea how it works. She really did say “I have no soul” and it was like...I’m 90% certain she literally thinks she has no soul right now. Which I guess, statistically speaking, is rare to actually have a still intact soul after hanging out with the main villain, with the way this show typically goes.

Meanwhile, last episode it really sounded like Duke Devlin was driving to Pegasus’ company building. It really sounded like he would have gone directly there, since Weevil and Rex told him that Yugi was going to Pegasus.

Remember that Duke Devlin works for Pegasus and probably has his own parking spot.

So where did he go instead?

You know how there’s only one gas station in the entirety of America?

I can’t believe it blew up.

Y’all what is the red splotch in the middle of the pile ps? That is legitimately a pile of blood, right? I didn’t shop that in. There’s just a red puddle in this kid’s show.

Y’all what is that? Like was there a scene with a red handkerchief that I missed? Is that a red handkerchief?

But to move past the mysterious pool of blood that confirms those bikers are so hella dead, I have no idea why Duke was here, I have no idea how he got the tip off that Yugi visited this place, but then he turned around and went back to SF so like...I guess he’ll arrive 3 days from now because again, they are in Arizona. They keep telling me this is right outside SF but like--Mesas. There’s Mesas.

And then this happened.

That one guy on the writing staff who just stans Seto Kaiba so hard got into the drawing room, I see.

PS someone had to pose for this shot for them to draw this shot from this angle.

Meanwhile, lets see why Mai turned evil. Ah, because it is Yugioh, the biggest reason is that she has no friends (probably because she’s got the most acidic personality known to man) and isn’t card popular enough and got super bitter and jealous.

Speaking as an artist who is online, I can understand the frustration here. Sometimes (99% of the time) you work really hard and no one cares and you get like 2 notes. And honestly, why should they? Like, why do you do it in the first place?

Mai echoes a lot of the issues of Seto last season, where she wants so badly to be the absolute best to prove herself to the ghosts of her past who really don’t care any more.

But, since Mai was in a coma when Seto got through all of that, I guess she never got the memo and still seems stuck on just wanting to be the best with no other reason than “to be the best” which again, sounds so much like art school problems. This is everyone who has ever had an interest in animation. We all go through that phase.

Generally we don’t take peoples souls as a reaction to that type of discouragement, but then Mai made sure to mention in almost a foot note that she did spend like an entire season and a half trapped in Marik's shadow realm. And that kind of effed her up in a really big way.

Thanks, Marik.

Really feels like Marik should be dealing with this problem--really feels like maybe Marik is the only person that we can actually point to and say “Oh yeah, that guy is to blame for Mai right now” And he is the only person that Mai does not actively go out and try to kill.

And I’ll have you know I just deleted like a 15 K word rant about the difference between character assassination and your character just--evolving into a jackass, and how it’s OK to have your character change into a jackass, especially after trauma. I felt this need to really have to defend this ancient writing technique that people have been using since about as long as stories have been around.

Then I remembered “Oh yeah, I’m just making this point because a few number of very loud idiots on the internet want to have very lukewarm hot-takes about popular characters solely because they enjoy baiting people on twitter into getting into week-long arguments that don’t go anywhere.” and I just...let it go. I let it just...go into the ether. Ah. The peace that comes when you already know you’re right.

But anyway, back to Yugioh, which thankfully doesn’t take a stance on this nuanced subject, and only presents this very serious problem without actually offering a solution (because there isn’t a one fit’s all solution to falling off the deep end and getting into drugs and murder), Mai decides to just go and blame this decision she made on anyone else. Because, why take responsibility for your actions, when you can pin it on people who were on the other side of the freakin planet when it happened?

Like, I just want to remind y’all that she was in ATLANTIS.

I wonder how good the cell reception is in ATLANTIS.

I just...Mai is like in her mid twenties maybe thirty’s. She’s so arbitrarily old that she plays Yugi’s Mom in the video game spinoff where they’re reincarnations of medieval times. That’s how old she is.

Imagine if you made some epically BAD decisions because you were jealous of some teenager’s success and didn’t want to be weak anymore, and then you confronted those teens, and said “This is all your fault.”

Imagine looking someone as dysfunctional as Joey Wheeler and telling him “You made me like this” because lollllllll

And I present this as a joke but like basically this happens all freakin time. We’ve all had a friend like Mai. Past tense of course, because it’s really hard to keep a friend like Mai for very long. (One of my friend’s who went Mai destroyed my apartment one summer and then literally blamed it on me for going to California for 2 months and leaving her unattended.) But like...don’t let Mai’s do it to you. They can get better, but only if it’s their choice, really. You can’t force them to save themselves.

But, as Mai was finally ready to give up cards and probably improve her quality of life by a huge degree, unfortunately, she got sucked right back into the trap.

Bro note: being a serial murderer cultist is basically working at McDonald's in this universe so maybe this wasn’t even that weird?

But that aside, this is alllllmost like a dark version of “Mai got into an abusive relationship to fill the void in her heart” except she’s not even really dating this guy? Like she hates this guy? He’s just kinda there?

Y’all I really can’t tell if Valon is in an abusive relationship with Mai who is using him for power or if she’s in an abusive relationship with him because he only wants her pretty face and wants to kill Joey because Joey liked her once--and maybe it’s both? Maybe both of these people are just...really bad for each other?

Overall Joey is kind of tossed into this not-a-love-triangle and I’m like

“Hey show? show? Am I supposed to....were any these people ever dating? Is there supposed to be an implied history? Am I supposed to get attached to this?” because I mean...the only character who was able to get some actual physical romance on this show was Pegasus when he macked the ghost of his dead wife because, again, Pegasus is the freakin king of this entire show. Of course HE can do it.

But have this show clarify what the hell is happening between Valon and Mai? I’m gonna take a bet that we will never get to see it beyond Valon being like “Ain’t she a beaut!” Like Steve Irwin talking to an alligator, and Mai just pretending he doesn’t exist. Yugioh romances are so completely one way every single time. If something more than that happens, I’ll be

shook.

Anyway, as all the children on the show keep repeating over and over again, they haven’t had any contact with Mai since she left the freakin country and they went back to High School.

And so someone threatens to kill himself, as is Yugioh tradition, and someone else barks at him to NOT kill himself, as is also tradition, and they decide to play real cards next episode.

This whole entire episode, PS, Joey went out of his way to just...not play cards. that was this whole episode. Way to draw out a card game over three episodes, I guess.

Anyway if you want to read these from the start you can do so by clicking the link here

[cheekymochiiii]

Where is Lucy

part 3. [cont. from the First Snow ->]

✰ Mini Series

✰ NaLu short

Lucy has been in Acalypha for two days now and her parent’s anniversary is tomorrow. Being alone and traveling reminds her of her life before meeting Happy and Natsu.

Back then she was so young and had just run away from home. She remembers there were some nights she’d be sleeping under the stars with only a blanket and poorly made campfire for warmth due to a lack of funds. She had seen things she never wants to see again and had been through rough times. She remembers working every odd job she could do for jewels just to have a meal. It was draining and sometimes lonely but luckily she was never completely alone. She had her spirits and they comforted her when she needed company. As weird and quirky as they were, they kept her smiling and laughing all the same.

Lucy looks at her family photo on the inn’s nightstand and gives her parents a sad smile. The whole reason Lucy had ran away from home in the first place was because she needed to find a better purpose for herself. She didn’t want to handle something as lifeless as money for the rest of her life. She had been around it her whole life and it always seemed to be the root of her problems. She saw it tear apart her family and she didn’t want to be apart of that life anymore so she left.

Lucy sips her cup of tea trying to decide what she should do today, Plue stretching on the bed. She needs to get flowers for tomorrow for both of their graves and she needs to make something to eat for the picnic she’ll have with them. Lucy is planning to spend the day with them doing some of the things they used to do during the good times. Making a snowman, snow angels, and after spending all of the time outside in the cold they’d go inside and have hot chocolate by the fire place and Layla would put Lucy on her lap and tell Lucy how her and Jude met. Layla would end her story with how lucky she was to have met Jude and how happy she was to have Lucy as her daughter.

Lucy always loved that story. It had always been her favorite one.

Layla always spoke so highly of Jude that Lucy believed her dad to be a truly good man. The man Lucy knew when she was young turned out to be different the older she got. Just when their relationship had begun to be repaired the events of Tenrou Island happened and those seven long years passed. Time was one thing Lucy learned at a young age was something money could never buy.

Lucy thought she knew pain, like when she scraped her knee from playing or when she fell halfway down the stairs, but when she lost her mother it was a pain she knew would never compare. Then it was her father, which was a different kind of pain. It was the pain of wasted years. Time they had lost being angry at each other when they should’ve been closer after what happened to Layla.

Plue scurries onto Lucy’s lap and looks up at her.

“Pu-puun!” The celestial dog cries.

“I’m okay Plue. It just makes me kinda sad is all,” Lucy frowns wiping at an escaped tear, “I just really miss them both.”

Lucy sighs and stretches her arms, “Let me finish writing the last of their story and we can go to bed, okay?” Lucy tells her celestial friend as she pets Plue and walks over to the inn’s desk and chair.

She cracks her knuckles in preparation, pushing her drowsiness to the back of her mind, “I’ll finish this in a snap.”

• • • • •

Natsu sits in the Fairy Tail guild hall wondering, again, why Lucy would leave without notice or explaining where she went.

Happy yawns next to Natsu, “Let’s go home Natsu I’m falling asleep over here.”

The guild hall is mostly empty due to the late hour. The rest of Team Natsu left after telling Natsu multiple times that Lucy is fine and she’ll be back when she says she will. Gray and Erza had inisited on giving Lucy the privacy to do whatever it is she is doing, but Natsu refuses to believe she’d ever want to be alone willingly.

It had only been two days since they found her vague note and it was driving Natsu crazy about where she was. At least one thousand scenarios have run through Natsu’s head already each one getting more ridiculous than the last.

Natsu sets his forehead on the bar, “Do you really think she’ll be gone the whole week?”

“That’s what she said,” Happy shrugs stifling another yawn.

Mirajane is working behind the bar feeling sorry for the two boys. She had noticed them sulking yesterday and didn’t know how she could help lift their spirits. Mira had told them the minute they came running to her that Lucy hadn’t taken a job request. Her guess was as good as anyone’s on the whereabouts of the celestial wizard.

“Hey Natsu, any luck with figuring out where Lucy could’ve gone?” Mira asks approaching the pink haired wizard as she dries a mug.

“No. She didn’t go back to her old mansion and she hasn’t been back to her apartment. Nothing huge is missing from it either,” Natsu frowns trying to think of where she would go.

“This sounds like a mystery that ol’ Salamander needs help solving,” Gajeel says from the other end of the bar grinning at Natsu and looks to his own exceed, “What do you say Panther Lily? Wanna solve this case?”

Panther Lily smirks as he pulls down on his tan fedora and ties off his trench coat, “You know I love a good mystery Gajeel.”

“We’ll find her on our own we don’t need your help,” Natsu grunts stubbornly as he crosses his arms.

“I guarntee we find her before you,” Gajeel smirks.

“You wanna place a bet on it?” Natsu argues fired up now.

“I’ll take any bet any day Salamander because I’ll beat you easily,” Gajeel taunts.

“Fine first one to find Lucy gets to—”

“Kiss her!” Happy intervenes covering his mouth to laugh.

Both dragon slayers cheeks flare a bright pink.

“That’s not—”

“I second it!” Mirajane agrees with a mischievous grin.

“Fine. I’ll win and I’ll get the kiss,” Gajeel chuckles, “C’mon Lily lets go talk to Levy and see what she can find.”

“Hey that’s not fair no outside help!” Natsu exclaims glaring.

“All’s fair in bets and war,” Gajeel says as he and Panther Lily exit the guildhall and disappear into the night.

A growl escaped Natsu then, “Come on Happy we gotta find Lucy.”

“Where do we even start?” Happy asks yawning as he uses his magic to make his exceed wings appear to keep up with Natsu.

“We’ll start with her apartment,” Natsu answers determined now. The very thought of Gajeel getting to kiss Lucy lighting a fierce fire in his belly.

“We already looked there.”

“Maybe we missed something,” Natsu replies as he races toward the missing celestial wizard’s apartment.

“But I’m tired,” Happy complains.

Natsu grimaces. He knows Lucy never gives up hope. He knows if she had any clue where he had been for a year she would’ve been there, but he made sure she couldn’t find them. He’s not going to give up now. Still, after everything she said the last time he saw her, he doesn’t know why she would leave.

The boys reach her apartment then and they break in through the window.

“We need to figure out what is missing,” Natsu says trying to remember how the apartment normally is. He has been in it so many times that he’s never really stopped and looked at it. Her desk is neat, which is unusual to Natsu because he remember she always has a stack of paper, her ink, and her quill on the wooden surface.

Could she be writing a new story? Is she writing about an adventure without them?

“Her writing stuff is missing,” Natsu tells Happy.

“So is some of her clothes,” Happy notes.

“So she wasn’t taken,” Natsu concludes, “It had to have been planned, right?”

“That’s what it looks like,” Happy nods sitting on her bed, his wings disappearing.

“What else is missing?” Natsu asks his lips pursing in concentration. He turns the entire apartment upside down but comes up with nothing. Growing frustrated, Natsu sits down on the bed with Happy, who has fallen asleep.

Natsu glances around the room again and notices something important is missing. On her desk is usually her papers but her family photo is missing as is Michelle. Natsu wonders if she had ever brought those things on a mission before and she hasn’t. His eyes widen as he tries to think.

“She left because it had something to do with her family. Why else would she take that stuff? She didn’t go to her old estate but she did go somewhere. She wants to be around family, so that must mean she went to go see Anna!” Natsu concludes triumphantly. Natsu shakes Happy awake.

“I figured it out buddy,” Natsu tells the exceed.

“What is it Natsu?” Happy asks his eyes still closed.

“We need to get to Blue Pegasus’s guild hall tomorrow first thing in the morning,” Natsu decides.

“Okay first thing tomorrow,” Happy agrees falling back asleep.

Natsu looks out Lucy’s bedroom window and smiles at the moon, “I ain’t giving up on her now.”

• • • to be continued • • •

✰extra comment || yeah this was short I sorry. I’m going to try not to keep the update on this too far apart. much love to y’all!

[sixmorningsafter]

Guess what? I got my files from my old hard drive, and I have some sma!crack to share with the fandom.

Let me set the scene: a few months ago, before the wild and anxiety-inducing race that is my wedding (in literally 3 months from yesterday), I was on pinterest, looking for inspiration, and I was like, what would the weddings of our favs look like? And so, a true (rough-draft-ish) Steroline wedding was born. (I have a bamon one but no mini fic… yet).

Enjoy!

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Caroline always pictured a June wedding. It’d be packed neatly between semesters and followed by a beachside honeymoon. The bridesmaids would wear tea-length dresses and their hair pinned identically; the groomsmen would have wildflower boutonnieres and coral bowties. Matt would never agree to a stuffy navy suit, but something linen, something gray… It wouldn’t be traditional, but she’d be flexible. The outdoor, barnyard reception would buzz with fireflies and laughter, and though everyone would be sweaty, they’d be happy, and she’d be happy.

A Texan summer wedding fit that relationship, blistering and brutal.

But this isn’t Texas, and she is not marrying Matt.

From the moment the rose-gold ring is on her finger, her heart is set on April 3rd. She could easily rattle off beautiful spring venues, reduced floral prices, weather patterns since the ‘90s, but those are excuses, not reasons.

Spring means new beginnings. It’s thawing something she thought was dead for so long, only to find it was just hibernating.

Stefan wants to wear the navy suit. Just like he wants to help pick centerpieces and wants to make a whole day out of cake tasting. He even chooses a floral tie. The groomsmen don’t wear ties, or bowties, or suspenders—thanks to Damon’s childish refusal—but Stefan is easy to please. He’s marrying a woman who demands nothing but the best—but never demands anything from him other than his true self. If he had married Elena, everything would have had to be perfect for him to be happy— including himself.

But he isn’t marrying Elena, and perfection is overrated.

Caroline gladly asks the Salvatore sisters to be part of the wedding. Stefan negotiates Lexi on his side; in return, Caroline twists his arm for Kol to be a groomsman. Not much twisting is required though; he’s already contorted around her finger.

The ceremony is at noon. The night before is wild with preparation. Damon gets Stefan drigh for ol’ time’s sake, but the girls are painting their nails and fixing curlers into their hair. The morning of, Bonnie is barely keeping it together—between happy tears and delirious ones—so Freya consoles her while Rebekah finishes Caroline’s look. She feels like a bride, not a young girl marrying to check off ‘dream wedding’ from her life.

Damon grabs Stefan’s tense shoulders right before the bridesmaids walk down the aisle. Stefan jumps. Lexi, in a blush tux, snickers with Kol. Damon’s muttering sarcastic reassurances, but Stefan’s heart drops when he sees Caroline. She always claims he walked out of a Disney movie, but it’s her who looks like his happily-ever-after.

As they exchange vows, not a single eye is dry. Caroline can’t help but roll her eyes. This hopeless romantic is officially hers, forever, and she can’t wait to kiss him.

Under fairy lights, the patio reception is chilly, but everyone is dancing. Stefan chose a really good DJ. He watches Caroline dance with Bonnie and Damon, even Kol, and she is radiant and free. His stare is met with hers, knowing and glimmering.     

In one graceful motion, he catches her hand, spins her, and dips her. Her laugh is a silly cackle, infectious to anyone around. How lucky is he to spend the rest of his life learning the intricacies of every laugh of his extraordinary wife?

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Reply: WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW you’re just going to SPRING THIS ON ME (see what I did there? Spring? Ehhhh?) WITHOUT WARNING A BITCH? Cass, I genuinely don’t even know what to say - S/C is such an easy couple to overdo in this AU because 1. Stefan’s a vat of sap and 2. their source material from TVD was a little more saccharine than I tend to go for, so in general I always wonder how the hell I’d even do something like a wedding for them because I’d want to steer clear of anything too cheesy/hokey, but I’d also want it to ring true to the Disney ass idiots they both are. You just struck the LOVELIEST BALANCE between those things and I’m in such adoration of this. It’s so genuine and gorgeous. The romantic beats are warm and twinkling and soft and sincere. The low pulse of reality is humming through the whole thing. It feels real. Like I can tell your right around the corner from your wedding because this all feels so real. I loved legit every line, but these comparisons threw my back out:

A Texan summer wedding fit that relationship, blistering and brutal.

But this isn’t Texas, and she is not marrying Matt.

From the moment the rose-gold ring is on her finger, her heart is set on April 3rd. She could easily rattle off beautiful spring venues, reduced floral prices, weather patterns since the ‘90s, but those are excuses, not reasons.

Spring means new beginnings. It’s thawing something she thought was dead for so long, only to find it was just hibernating.

AND:

She feels like a bride, not a young girl marrying to check off ‘dream wedding’ from her life.

Both of those sentiments are so, SO profoundly Caroline (this Caroline, SMA Caroline). Your understanding of her is flooring, like wow nail meet head. I ADORE that you tied all of the high school June wedding stuff to a different girl, a younger girl who thought she’d be marrying dreamy Matt in a dreamy wedding in a dreamy town where everyone was watching and wishing they could be so lucky. Those were the goals of a teenager with a different outlook on life and a different set of priorities, and they were wonderful for who she was at 16, but they weren’t who she’s grown into. And I love that despite the fact that you could argue she grew tougher and harder, she picks April because it’s softer. It’s not bright, blistering June with loud cicadas and sharp cuts of sun - it’s a dewy month with gentle edges. It blooms in a quiet crescendo. It’s tentative and transformative, like early love. It fits her and Stefan so, so well. 

Also, this:

He’s marrying a woman who demands nothing but the best—but never demands anything from him other than his true self. If he had married Elena, everything would have had to be perfect for him to be happy—including himself.

Your read on both of their previous relationships and how they made them feel by comparison to their current one is SO SPOT ON GOOD LORD. That ‘including himself’ is so pivotal to what the problem was with him and Elena. It wasn’t even really about her perfection - it was the reflex ‘perfection’ it brought out of him. The perfect savior, the knight in shining armor, the self-appointed hero no one asked for. There was no room for mess, no room for real, ugly, gnarled up flaws. Just a pretty impressionist painting of a relationship. 

Anyway, I could talk about this drabble forever but this is truly glorious and just made my night, and I’m sure it’ll make all the people who can’t believe my ass hasn’t updated yet just as happy. Everyone give Cass the love she deserves for this because I truly couldn’t have written anything this lovely. ALSO WEDDING SOON AHHHHHH. Also I have an entire incredible review of hers I have to finish replying to so that y’all can read it because her reviews of this fic are always 100X better than the fic itself so get excited for that.

[thebeethathums]

Thank y’all for being patient

I’m dealing with some on going issues over here and I really appreciate you guys being patient. I have more adulting to do then most people my age since I’ve taken over my grandmother’s affairs due to her declining health. This involves managing two properties and all the upkeep that goes with it, her taxes, maintaining her schedule and doctors appointment and all bills for her care etc. In addition to this I work 10-5 or 7 three days a week. But GUESS WHAT! I AM FINALLY OFFICIALLY GRADUATED FROM UNIVERSITY. As of February! It’s exciting. It also means I’m able to start looking for a better Job! For those of you that have been following me for a while, you know I hate my job. I’m underpaid and over worked and there is no possibility for advancement at all and no chance for more hours. Not to mention my coworker is extremely passive aggressive and leaves me half her work too. SO! I’m putting in my TWO WEEKS notice this weekend. Wooo! Which means some time for catching up one adulting (boo) AND more time for writing! I’m hoping to have updates for y’all soon!

Apologies for the mini rant. I’m sure most of you don’t care about my personal life but it does effect how often I’m able to get updates going and interact with you guys. Thank you all for reading, following, reblogging. Everything!

[oumiyuki]

Teachers don’t date teachers (but You-sensei and Riko-sensei definitely are) Ch2

Summary: The whole student body and teachers teases the gym teacher, Watanabe You, with the new art teacher, Sakurauchi Riko, that they make a cute couple. How long can You deny this when Riko isn’t helping to reduce the rumours?

Pairing: YouRiko

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slice of Teacher Life ;D

Words: 1380

Author Notes

I guess it’s time for an update? XD

Moreee sensei-sensei teasing! Ganbaruby, You-sensei! ^w^

Tease02 – You’re Dating Sakurauchi-sensei (That’s what the evidence says)

The school was bustling with movement and energy and it certainly did not take a genius to realize that the reason for all this commotion was Watanabe You. At least that’s what the gym teacher thinks.

It’s been a week that You has been the new art teacher’s guide. You arrives at school to students grinning and whispering among themselves as they look at her. When she greets them, some were as per usual, but many squealed and said “Good luck!”

Why good luck?

You tries to shrug it off as teenagers being teenagers. But she soon found the reason why there was all this pointing and seemingly fangirling from students when they spot her. The school’s huge notice board had a hoard of students – two whole classes worth of girls – and they were saying something You couldn’t quite believe.

“Watanabe-sensei and Sakurauchi-sensei look so cute together!” A student squeals.

Me and Sakurauchi-sensei?

You stood behind the crowd to hear in on what’s going on.

“Kyaa! Can you believe that Watanabe-sensei is hugging Sakurauchi-sensei so coolly! Like a knight~ Ahh~” Another student was snapping pictures of the notice board.

H-Hugging!?

You almost drops her water bottle at the notion of hugging the new teacher. She doesn’t remember doing something like deliberately hugging the definitely huggable teacher. You is still doing her best to erase that line of thought from her memory.

“Of course! It’s You-sensei! She gets any girl she wants!” You recognized the student from her class speaking with vigour.

Wait. What?!

You was starting to grow confuse as to why anyone would think she can get anyone she wants. She hasn’t even started thinking about dating anyone. Much less date the new and beautiful art teacher.

“Sakurauchi-sensei is so lucky~”

About what?

You wanted to ask aloud but simply tried to catch a glimpse of what all the students are looking at. Though all the raised hands and massive amount of students made it hard for You to see anything but a hint of a photograph.

“Look at how she’s just resting on You-sensei’s chest! That must feel good.”

Resting on my..?

You’s face grew hot as she finally understood what the students are gushing about and because she remembers again – vividly – of Sakurauchi-sensei borrowing her shoulder to rest before they went on their way around the campus.

“What do you expect? They are dating.”

“We’re not.” You breathes out a breath of relief that her voice did not crack. 

Everyone parted gasping from the surprise of being caught by You-sensei herself. And You's eyes widened at the scene of Riko-sensei lying on her chest, a serene and relaxed expression and a soft hand on her arm - the moment blown up into a high definition, A4 size photograph now on the notice board for any passing eyes to see.  

When was that taken!? Oh gods. Why is it up there? Has Sakurauchi-sensei seen this? 

You's mind was a panic but on the outside, she placed a hand to her hip and put on a teacher-like, stern expression. "Who placed this here?" 

The students started murmuring amongst themselves while You waits for someone to inform her or admit to their actions. She had half a mind to just turn around and take down the embarrassing picture though the other half of her mind reasoned that doing so will make her seem guilty.

You waits about a minute before she huffs through her nose. “I’ll take it down.”

“Ah, but You-sensei is definitely going out with Sakurauchi-sensei, right?” A student asks, sparking more students to bombard questions and statements.

“Going out- No-” You puts up a hand defensively.

“I want to take picture first, Watanabe-sensei!”

“No pictures! Guys- Girls.” You closed her eyes due to some students who forgot to off the flash on their cameras.

Ahh, why is this happening?

“Sakurauchi-sensei matches quite well with Watanabe-sensei anyways. Would you want to date her, Watanabe-sensei?” Another student starts an impromptu interview enthusiastically.

“D-Date- No, no, no. Stop saying those things.” You’s cheeks was starting to heat up and she tries to take a step forward to push the crowd back.

“What’s going on?” You hears a gentle but authoritative voice from behind the sea of students.

Oh good! Another teacher-

You’s eyes lit up with hope that reinforcements has arrived but her smile soon drops when she sees the now familiar auburn hair and light-grey formal jacket which could only belong to the new art teacher.

“S-Sakurauchi-sensei!” You stutters.

I’ve got to hide the picture from Sakurauchi-sensei.

“It’s You-sensei’s girlfriend!”

“Girlfriend?” The art teacher arcs a fine brow up.

You swallows some nerves; unsure of whether she wanted to turn and shoot a glare at the student who shouted or to keep staring at how Sakurauchi-sensei’s brow look really good. You shakes her head out of the mini trance. “Not girlfriend. No one’s girlfriend. Nothing to do with girlfriends. Ughhh.”

Why do I have to keep saying the word “girlfriend”!? Now Sakurauchi-sensei is going to catch onto what’s going on!

You groans and moves to put some distance between the notice board and Sakurauchi-sensei. The art teacher simply smiles amusedly. “Sounds like something interesting is going on…”

“No! Nothing interesting. Nothing more interesting than a blank canvas to fill up, right Sakurachi-sensei?” You was panicking and she knows but she really can’t come up with anything better to divert the art teacher’s clear hazel eyes looking pass her.

Oh no… What do I do? How do I stop Sakurauchi-sensei from seeing the picture?

Riko takes a step forward and You immediately steps to intercept, chuckling awkwardly. “You really shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t what..?” Riko leans into You’s personal space which makes You’s cheek turn slightly red as the gym teacher leans backwards.

Ugh, Sakurauchi-sensei. You’re too close!

“Shouldn’t try to look at what these students have put up as a prank.” You smiles in hopes that Riko will get a hint and not persist.

Riko however wears a thoughtful expression before batting her long eyelashes twice. “What sort of prank?”

Sakurauchi-sensei’s eyelashes sure are long…

You coughs into her hands at her embarrassing thoughts. “Childish pranks, Sakurauchi-sensei.”

You’re new here. I’m sure it’s better if you can at least have a month of normalcy before being embarrassed by a picture of me hugging you.

You’s desperation isn’t getting through to the art teacher however as Riko looks to the notice board and then back to You before taking yet another step forward. A step closer to You again. You stumbles backwards when she felt Riko’s breath tickle her face.

“S-S-Sakurauchi-sensei-”

“I’d like to see what this childish prank is, Watanabe-sensei. Everything is experience, right?” Riko grins as she takes yet another step forward.

Ahh. Why do art teachers have to be so curious and cute!?

You couldn’t deny her colleagues request to see the notice board when Riko was being so adamant and unthinkingly entering You’s personal space after all. You felt like her ears was burning up and that must look really uncool too.

Riko’s mouth opens into a small ‘o’ at the image on the notice board – a header reading “Watanabe-sensei is dating the new art teacher Sakurauchi-sensei”. Riko lifts a hand to her mouth to hide a smile and stop a giggle.

You couldn’t tell that Riko was finding the prank funny, neither did she notice how Riko was staring at her in an intrigued manner.

Unable to hold back any longer, a student speaks up. “Sakurauchi-sensei! Are you and Watanabe-sensei really dating?”

Uwa-

“Is it true that you know Watanabe-sensei before coming to this school?”

Where did that rumour come from?

“How was You-sensei’s biceps?”

Seriously!? Sakurauchi-sensei wouldn’t care-

Riko clears her throat behind her hand and You couldn’t believe that the art teacher seemed to sport a tint of pink on her cheeks. Which question is making the beautiful art teacher blush? You shakes her head internally to not fall into that line of thought.

Tell them no to everything Sakurauchi-sensei.

“Who knows~” Riko smiles a teasing and mysterious smile.

You whips her head around to gape at Riko; unable to believe that Riko didn’t help tell the students the truth and stop the possibility of two classes assuming that they were in a relationship.  

Why..?

Author Notes

Riko-sensei is such a tease. And poor You-sensei. XD So many students just wanting to know if their favourite teacher is dating the new and fun art teacher~ XD

Anyways~ *O* I hope y’all like the second chapter of this teacher/teacher au! (ᗒᗨᗕ)

Do tell me how you found the chapter or what you like most of the chapter. （・ｗ・）Or perhaps what you think might happen next~ XD Riko done something unexpected after all~

Thank you for reading and see you next chapter! （＾∀＾）ゞ

P.S. I'm trying to keep this in You POV. What do y'all think about that? Would you prefer to have Riko's POV too? OwO

[jq37]

okay so I meant to send this on anon and I think I might have accidentally done so off but then I tried to cancel it and idk if it worked?? anyways! the point is, I’m the anon who doesn’t have dropout rn so! what’s the tea on the new ep? what did I miss? :)

**spoilers for arcade ambush**

Now, I know I use the word wild a lot, but don’t let that take away from the fact that this episode was truly wild.

Biz had such an interesting power set. He has the wings so he can fly, he has all the weird mesmerization type powers (I was picturing that old bager, badger, badger, mushroom video when he was multiplying himself to trip up Fig). Fighting him is like being stuck in Toon Town but in the worst possible way. Then there were the game cabinets sucking people into them and the ghosts possessing people and forcing them to flee. It was really a brutal fight.

(Sidenote, are we to believe that the ghosts that he raised were nerds who died in arcade? Morbid, if true. Also it would have to be a different arcade since that one was new.)

Anyway, this def was an ep full of frustration. They were constantly getting frightened and forced to run or trapped in games or whatever. It’s a good think Ally casted Guardian of Faith before the fight because they were, once again, a life saver. I was a little surprised the arcade game fights were one and done Box of Doom rolls but I guess there was a lot going on.

“Well I’ll just shoot him.” Riz getting a nat 1 trying to shoot Biz point blank was so painful. 

Riz: Hey guys, Biz is a bad guy./Adaine: Yeah, no duh! 

Everyone making the most mediocre rolls to check out the prizes in the prize cabinet. And Brennan just getting more and more like, “Come on y’all.” I wanted someone to pick up the sneakers. I felt like they were gonna be some kind of stealth bonus item.

Gorgug got a nat 20 charisma! My boy!

Oh, side note, they updated Adaine’s mini with her boss new jacket which is super dope.

Fig and Kristen actively antagonizing the corn god who’s saving their ass.

“Fucking nerd.” Adaine, who has been pretty savage the past few episodes.

Fabian who has never been denied anything in his life looking at the million credit sword: I’d like it.

Trevon

Everyone being furious at Riz being stuck in the game but also impressed by the design of the set.

Gorgug calling his parents mid-fight! Which seems wild but actually is the SMARTEST THING ANY OF THESE LITERAL CHILDREN HAVE EVER DONE.

I feel like Brennan def read up on his philosophy quotes after the last fight because he was back in business this ep.

Cleric is an underrated class y’all. Ally is really rocking it.

What a bad time for Adaine to finally fail a panic attack roll. She’s had a really long run without them though.

I love that Lou always curses as Fabian by saying, “Christ,” completely ignoring that doesn’t make sense in this world, but like. That is what Fabian would say, you know?

Fabian getting stuck in DDR instead of Punch Out is personally offensive to him.

“Hell yeah I take a disengage”

Sidenote: Divination is a really cool ability.

Ugh, Riz. What a terrible time to fail an investigate check. HE GOT PALIMSESTED.

Aww at Lou giving Murph the, “Hang in there, buddy,” shoulder rub after that happened. 

Gorgug getting trapped in whack a gnome is MESSED UP. Also, the fact that whack a gnome is a game that exists in a world where gnomes also exist is SUPER MESSED UP.

Adaine: Fuck, I’m fucked! 

PROTECT YOUR WIZARD BETTER.

Fabian having to have a dance off in the middle of the fight.

The girls getting downloaded periodically throughout the fight was so freaking ominous. 

“I’m under the influence of two ghosts.”

Fabian and Adaine both terrified and running into each other and yelling like freaking Scooby Doo.

OK, while Fig was possessed, Brennan made her read a card that said “Wow. A lot of strong feelings to process here.” And I am told (but can’t confirm) that that’s a line that was said in ep 1? Maybe by the guidance counselor? And then it’s not resolved in this episode. So that seems important.

Emily upon hearing that Riz is stuck in the crystal: Piss in it.

“Do you have any clue about how to get out of here, I mean, clearly you don’t.”

What would Fabian do without that bike, man?

I love that Emily uses Kristen’s full name for no apparent reason half the time.

Kristen channeling the power of friendship to turn undead.

Gorgug is a bottomless pit of HP.

Ally: Is it good to get in the game?/Literally everyone else: NO.

“A tasty walk?”

The philosophers going, “Verily,” to Fig’s base playing and then her moonwalking away.

Siobhan immediately irl cringing at being called a lovely lady by Biz.

HELLISH REBUKE. HELL YEAH FIG. HELL YEAH EMILY.

Penny’s scene with Riz in the palimpsest was like legitimately touching. 

But again, Murph gets the nat 20 at the most story appropriate time! Just like last week.

OK, so the girls’ downloads are getting sent to the AV room in Aguefort. Not necessarily suspicious considering that Biz is involved, but interesting to note.

Gorgug pulling an Odysseus and cranking his tunes to ignore the games. 

Also his, “Sup nerd?” to Biz.

Kristen absolutely crushed this fight y’all. She basically got out without a scratch. 

Siobhan saying sick like Brennan is hilarious to me.

Gorgug being so mad at Biz’s pronunciation of meme.

“Hot topic nerds hate AV club nerds.”

Nothing bothers Emily more than not being able to take an action.

The gang actively mocking and taping Biz as he tries to mesmerize them.

Aww man Murph failing that roll before Penny was downloaded. Heartbreaking. 

Everyone visibly recoiling every time Biz talked.

Zac reminding Brennan about advantage and then him picking up every dice he owns. “LIE NEXT TIME DUDE!” He has a cool ass shock of white hair now though. Like, not good but kinda rad.

I feel like Ally has gotten really comfortable with the game mechanics as we’ve gone on. 

Kristen hugging Gorgug to protect him is such an adorable image. 

“I’m still full health because God exists!”

Shoutout to the SFX guys. They were especially on point this ep.

“Can I just use mage hand to plug the machine out?”

Kristen as Fig getting is her ass kicked by the doppelganger Figs: KISS ONE OF THEM.

The guardian that killed Biz throwing down his cig like a true French philosopher. 

FABIAN. 

Kristen was the MVP of the fight but Fabian was the MVP of the episode y’all. Like I said, all that promo yelling was either gonna be a TPK or the raddest thing ever and it was option 2! 

Shoutout to Siobahn for getting Lou that advantage roll because that saved his ass.

Lou just pretending to get up and leave because game over y’all.

Brennan starting to just narrate assuming failure. 

Zac being like, “Well at least try.”

Lou doing them 1 by 1 for the drama of it all, just like Fabian would want it.

Getting a ten first, exactly half of what he needed.

Then the absolute CHAOS that erupted from the table at the 20. By this point, I was pretty sure he was gonna get it because that shot from the trailer hadn’t happened yet and it was near the end of the episode but DAMN it was satisfying. Moments like this are what MAKE RPGs.

Being showered with gold coins sounds extremely painful but that’s beside the point here. 

Fabian coming back and lying that he was fighting ghosts outside and everyone totally buying and being like thanks for having our backs man.

I love how much Fig loves her two dad situation now. 

Emily and Ally evil mischievous smiling at each other when Emily requests to kill Biz.

Everyone Else: NO.

Brennan: He’s dead, bruh.

Ally like Grinch smiles when Brennan announces that Biz is dead.

“Would she be able to casually get him out of a palimpsest?”

“I still have these handcuffs.”/”Where’d you get those?”/”Uh, nevermind.”

Every time this group has to interrogate someone they escalate all the way immediately.

 But MAN Riz was doing some serious drug cartel interrogation on Biz, shooting off fingers and stuff!

Adaine REFUSING to feel bad about bullying Biz (she’s right and she should say it).

“If I were to have a morsel such as yourself stuck in a palimpsest–” IMMEDIATELY slapped by every party member. Bro, you GOTTA stop perving on Adaine IN FRONT OF HER.

Brennan full on RPing unconsious Biz.

“I’m not a bad guy.”/”YES YOU ARE!”

“Fucking Aelwen again!” Same, girl.

OK, so Biz has false memories of coming up with this idea, but what does that mean exactly? Was he manipulated Inception style or actually forced? Because I come up with bad ideas every day. Doesn’t mean I act on them.

“Blow your fuking nose!”

“You see his dick glows for a second.”

Nice of Adaine to ask for permission to do her brain jitsu, even though she didn’t have to and she had all the extenuating circumstances in the world to just break in.

Biz speaking to Penelope on the regular. Hmm.

Siobhan/Adane’s look when Biz says, “I’m cool too.”

So his memory was cut out the day before the Hudol party. Interesting. 

Adaine getting a clear threat on her family’s life: THEY CAN BURN MY FUCKING HOUSE DOWN I DON’T GIVE A SHIT.

AND THEN IT ENDS THERE

So two things:

1) Siobhan keeps getting KILLER end lines.

2) I threw a lot of plot info at the bottom without analyzing it because I’m going to look at that and the promo in another post (prob tomorrow) so stay tuned! 

[glamrus-puta]

Help I Start School Tomorrow: A Check List

Do you need some sweet ass advice from somebody who’s spent no less than 18 years struggling through the muck of academia? Of course you do! Here’s a handy-ass dandy-ass guide to wtf should be going on in your pre-school prep!

Let’s get started~

1) What should I do with my day before I go back to the hell hole that is school?

I’m glad you asked! Do things that make the start of the semester feel like a fun and luxurious adventure awaits you! Especially for college and university people, the start of the semester loses pizzazz with age (and time).

Hype yourself up with some simple self care, these things don’t have to be expensive or cost anything at all if you can utilize what’s lying around in your kitchen, bathroom, neighbour’s house or wherever.

Wash your damn hair! Shower and take all the time you need, shave if you want to while you’re in there. The goal is to feel fresh and a lil less greasy the next morning.

Are you a lazy ass that doesn’t have time to moisturize? Me too! Get some Nivea in-shower lotion if you can, and before you towel dry douse yourself with baby oil gel (or literally just some olive oil or coconut oil- whatever you got lying around). Show yourself some love!!

Now is a great time to style your hair for tomorrow and protect it with a low pony or a night cap, btw

Do a face mask! Do a hair mask! Do a foot mask! Do whatever tf kind of mask you got handy! Use foods from your kitchen, or try Freeman masks they’re around 4$ each. Dollar store prices, department store quality.

Take an hour to fix your nails, toe nails, wax the stache or do any body maintenance you usually do. Pretend you’re going to a sick ass party and you’re grooming your meat vessel to perfection.

Lay out your sick outfit for tomorrow- pro tip: you want to be comfy and functional on buses/trains/on foot or however you commute. Think hard about the kind of weather you’ll be up against, and the general state of the terrain on your commute. Put your outfit on a hanger so it’s ready for tomorrow, even if you can’t do this every night during the school year it’ll get you in the right mental state to have your first day

Prep your meds! A big part of feeling good is taking our medications on time to reap their maximum benefits. Put them out on your kitchen counter if you think you’ll forget, go through your medicine cabinet: is there anything you need to remember to take with you to have during the day? Set alarms on your phone if (like me) you’ve got pills to take at different times of day- label them something that you’ll understand. (I use the names of the doctors that prescribed them so I know which pills are physical health and which are mental health).

Pack your lunch for tomorrow. Fruits and veggies bitch none of this “I’ll buy it when I get there” nonesense. Remember to stay hydrated! Bring some kind of receptacle to hold water/tea/coffee whatever. This is a solid habit to have year round, but remember the first couple school days can frazzle you pretty good and it’s good to have snacks on hand.

CLEAN YOUR GODDAMN ROOM. You’re gonna be shooketh in a bad way if you wake up on the first day of classes with a messy bathroom and shit strewn all over your sleeping space. Take all the time you need to put things lovingly away, if you’re feeling ambitious update your calendar and spray a little room spray or light a scented candle. Ooh la la

Do something fun. Do something distracting. Go out with a friend, read a book, take a couple hours of ‘me time’. You’ll be ready to die for it during the semester.

Feeling nervous? Call literally anybody you can stand to talk to for more than five minutes. Talk about dogs, talk about boats, ask them to guess how many jelly beans you’re holding right this second (sike b the answer is 0)- take a couple steps away from the whole school thing.

2) What the hell do I put in my backpack??

So this is where I fly into an unGodly rage. I’m so tired of seeing Instagram posts telling people their make up, perfume and breath mints are the most important of their school arsenal. What’s gonna save you when you bleed through your pants at school cause Aunt Flo decides to come chill on campus? Your perfume? Unlikely.

Here’s the real tea on what you should have in your bag, based on years of oopses, dire situations, and general mishap management.

A pencil case. Preferably full of writing implements. I can’t believe I have to tell people this but like......I do.....y’all childish

MEDICAL BAG: A small pouch is all you need! Tuck this away in your bag’s inside pocket, or in your purse, it could save not only your life but somebody else’s too. Get your prescriptions you need throughout the day like inhalers, anti anxiety meds, lactose intolerance pills, Imodium, symethicone etc.

Pack some ginger gravol (or regular drowsy gravol) for motion sickness or for when the flu season hits

Benadryl pills (and your epipen if you have one!) this is one of those things you should always have lying around at home and in your car

Alcohol swabs and band aids of your choice. Most pharmacies will sell 100 swabs for around 3$, look in dollar stores for discreet 1st aids packs and band aids. Stash them in your little pouch, it might not be you who falls down a flight of stairs and needs to bandage up their elbow- but at least you can help. (Based on a true story!!!!)

Panty liners/ tampons/ pads- this is another one of those things that others may benefit from

Get yourself a mini deodorant (3$ at Walmart) and wrap your hair ties around it. Double trouble, double storage capacity!

Tylenol/Advil, hunt around for little plastic pill holders like Pill Pals, they’re not usually more than 2 or 3 bucks and they hold A TON of pills

Vagina Bonus Round: do you take birth control? Have a tube of Canesten/Monistat/Vagisil or whatever for when the yeast season is upon us

Remember to carry your hospital card and/or medical insurance card on you at all times

Pharmacies will give face wipes individually wrapped for free. Usually brands like Cetaphil will dump them off as testers for customers- ask your local pharmacy cashier for stuff like mini hand creams, spf lip balms and face wipes. We’re happy to give them to you and you’ll get some real use out of them!

ASS WIPES. GET SOME. You can wipe down your bag with them, wipe down tables with them, flush them, and do all kinds of damage control. Trust.

Emergency money- the medical bag is a great place to hide emergency money (think bus fare, or 5$ for emergency food) because people are unlikely to rob what looks like a 1st aid kit

3. Friends come and go but portable chargers are forever- you can find cheap key chain ones at dollar stores. If you’re going to spring for one that lasts a few days on one charge I suggest the OKZU from Amazon. It’s HELLA SLIM and I can hold a charge for about 3 days before it reaches even 75% battery capacity. (It’s also the most budget friendly I’ve found to date about 14$ after shipping).

4. Remember make up, gum, little travel items and perfume can have a place in your bag but I would suggest transferring as much as you can into smaller and smaller containers. A whole bottle of perfume is a lot to carry around, imagine a water bottle bouncing around your bag- that’s the kind of space you’re using up. Be mindful of just how many books/ copy books/ textbooks you’ll be toting around and if it gets to be too much- get an actual tote!

5. A little clip on hand sanitizer never hurt anybody...also Kleenex I promise you’ll use it. (And if you don’t I’ll be there to borrow it lmao) ALLERGY SEASON BONUS ROUND: a small bottle of off brand artificial tears are great to stow in your glasses case for all those shitty October mornings where your eyes refuse to act like eyes and not the Sahara Desert 🐫 off brand artificial tears run for between 2-4$ at most Walmarts!

3) I’ve used my last 24 hours to get my shit together- but I have a horrible impending sense of doom! What should I do?

Ah anozzer day in bikini bottom, which means another day of crippling anxiety for 25% of adult Canadian students! (Wow that’s a lot of students!) Boy do I know how tough it is to be thrown back into the pressure cooker of life that we call school. Here are some tips from me to you that I hope help a little bit:

I believe in you! It’s not a tip, but I want you to know that I do. If you’re feeling unsure/ silly/ out of your element/ etc think about me wandering around just as confused as you are! And have a good laugh at my expense! Shoot me a DM, scroll around my nonesense blog- wow check me out I’m a real living person and I made this post for you- because why? I care about your well being! Sometimes it just helps to know that there’s somebody out there thinking about you and wishing for your safe return home at the end of the day~ for the start of your semester I’ll be that person. *smooch*

Arrive early! My therapist once told me that rolling out of bed five minutes before I have to be somewhere limits my chances of having a calm and meaningful experience where I’m going. I hate to admit it but she makes a good point. Wake up early and do something nice for you: have breakfast, just sit on your balcony and breathe some fresh air, pet your cat and gaze upon their stupid face. Take the time.

Arrive early BONUS TIP: get to where you’re going an hour early and just wander! Window shop, roam the building, learn where the fire exit is, sit outside on a bench and watch the students come in and out. The longer you chill at school the homier it’ll feel, and the more you feel at home somewhere the more you feel at ease. Strike up random convos with strangers if you’re feeling brave, or text an understanding friend to meet you there and roam alongside you.

Plan your day! Get an agenda if it’s in your means, or just scribble on some scrap paper. Make your grocery list, write your tasks of the day, your goals of the day, or even just a positive affirmation. Sometimes even when I know exactly what I’m doing that day, or have something trivial to do (like laundry) I’ll write down “do laundry” to feel like I have a clear path to follow.

Embrace your local accessibility Center and school councellor. Don’t live in fear of the resources your school provides. It seems scary/embarrassing/weird to have to have special accommodations to deal with your anxiety or depression but GIRL once you’re all set with the appropriate tools there’s truely nothing that can stop you. This was my experience anyway, but I strongly urge everybody I meet to take advantage of school services and wring them for all they’ve got. They’re there for you boo!

HOT TIP: feeling dizzy and overwhelmed on the bus? Look at the wall or something that isn’t moving. DONT LOOK OUT THE WINDOWS AS THIS MAKES DIZZINESS WORSE. Breathe in 2 beats and out 3 beats- this cuts your fight or flight. If you’re going to drink take small sips out of a straw or without moving your head. My GP gave me this advice and it’s saved my whole ass quite a few times.

Download free apps that are anti anxiety in the form of fun games. I’ve had positive results with Viridii (where you grow a little succulent garden) Tap Tap Fish (basically you’re a sentient coral that decorates the sea floor) and Polytap (you basically count the vertices of spinning polygons). A cursory google search will reveal more fun games for emergency anxiety relief! I also like to go on YouTube and search for positive affirmation anxiety videos, or storm/white noise/ ocean anti anxiety sounds the night before to get me in the right headspace to sleep!

So this has been your lightning round/ crash course for what to do the 24 hours before school! I hope you feel a little more prepared to take on the start of the semester!

A dios hoes!!

[jjillekkot]

y’all, i promise i’mma get to those 20 ( not an exaggeration ) aesthetic memes you’ve tagged me in, like today. please don’t panic, lmao. but before i start, i just wanna give a shoutout and praise da chao for the beautiful, classy, elegant, clean, sophisticated nsfw-ish lingerie art that has graced the y/uffie k/isaragi tag today. someone finally treated my good girl right. 

akihiko vc: i’ve been waiting for this!

i’m so excited i thought it deserved its own post lmao. also! here are some other updates for y’all!

i’ve gotten a lot of questions about yuffie’s views on shinra throughout the whole compilation, so i will make a meta for that sometime this week. tl;dr: yuffie is shinra repulsed, turks favorable, and i interact with all rufus’ on an individual basis.  

i’m also making an aesthetic / mini-follow forever this week because we hit 777 followers and that’s a number worthy of celebrating. we lucky beans in this house ! 

i’m finally going to write out that kingdom hearts meta about gaia that i’ve been wanting to do for ages. thanks to @keysofthekingdom​ for inspiring me to do it and being so patient & like... everyone who writes twety / kh3d stuff for like inherently giving me the strength to be like “ so how does that work on traverse town ?? can i apply that logic to other worlds?? ” y’all are rad.

for valentine’s day: we out here celebrating valentine’s day & white day. meaning, yuffie will gift out the cute things on 14 feb and on 14 march, we expect you to return the favor. it’ll probably entail a formal inbox / starter call on both days & i’ll tag them as events, not unlike her birthday, so be on the lookout for those!

and here is some other misc info you’ll probably want to know:

activity will be sporadic through the end of february, meaning replies will be slow. i’m working 10 - 12 hour shifts & can be asked to stay longer if we have after school activities. so. just be aware of that. i still don’t track threads, but i do track my tags. feel to poke me if it’s been a week and you haven’t heard anything. i think i’ve adjusted so i should be able to get to things.

@estrifes​ is cute no matter what he says. this has been a no-spa announcement ( i freaking hate my auto correct sometimes lmao ).

also so is @military-shop-untouchable ! i'm crying what a cute letter and friendship bracelet and i'm just so happy. thank you so much. i miss you to bits and pieces and can't wait for your return !

also i might be kind of slow replying to ims ‘cause i’m in the middle of playing d/igimon cyber sleuth hacker’s memory. i finally stopped weeping over x/enoblade chronicles 2. nia and zeke for life, fight me. also, i did not pre-order d/issidia nt and i do not plan on investing it in anytime soon ‘cause i have other things to worry about & not a lot of time to play, but maybe in the summer time?? i’ll get to it. i did, however, sell my soul for y/akuza 6, so... that’s that lmao.

let my child eat her cereal dang.

thank you so much for being incredible ! i love you all tons ! hope you all have a great week ! and sinday, too, i guess.