#i had more dust also. i finally converted it

[system-architect]

this post tripped me up because that screenshot literally looks like my bank down to some of the stupidly specific hoarded items

every time my partner sees my bank he starts making fun of me so im glad someone out there understands me

do you guys wanna see my fucked up bank. you do. hold on.

[aylish91]

Do you have any pirate sans x siren reader story ideas that you don't want/ Don't mind being converted into a story?

OOOOOOOOO! Pirate Sans x Siren Reader! You are in luck, my friend. I have had a few ideas I will most likely never fully get around to. If you would like to use any of them, be my guest~ If you do, please make sure to send me a link so I can read!!!

~~~ (1)

Sans is betrayed by someone on his ship resulting in the death of his brother and most of the crew. He manages to escape but is gravely injured. Running from his enemies, he stumbles upon a cave. Inside is a pool with a certain imprisoned siren. It is both lucky but unfortunate in his eyes. 

Sirens/mermaids were stuff of myths and legends said to have the ability to grant those that catch them any wish they so desired. The stronger the siren, the more wishes they could grant. However, if you failed to catch or angered them, they would take your soul or lure you with their song to your death.

Fortunately, neither of them is strong enough to hurt the other, so a deal is made. You are strong enough to grant Sans the “Eye of the Judge” and “Karmic Retribution” in exchange for freedom. However, it is quickly deduced that that alone wasn’t enough. (Everyone was still dead, Sans was still dusting, and you were now weak enough that you wouldn’t be able to save yourself even free.) In conclusion, to save both parties, you propose one last final deal.

If Sans allows you to lure/drown him and take his soul, you would be able to turn back time exactly one year. He would maintain his new abilities to then protect his family and crew from whatever threat had almost dusted him. In return, he would come back and release you from your prison and keep you safe while you recovered. 

Agreements are made with binding magic, soul consumed, and time reversed. (maybe with a side effect of now both souls being slightly bonded to each other) Sans finds you again as soon as he can and wa-la! Adventure time! Revenge against those who harmed Sans’ crew along with those who imprisoned you? Maybe! Simply avoiding danger and keeping everyone safe? absolutely! It could also be how you two slowly come to love each other or form a kind of familial bond.

~~~ (2)

You guide ships of your choosing through Death Pass. You keep other nasties away and show them how to navigate many days inside the perilous rocks and crags. All this for a price of course~ Anyone unwilling to pay can either turn back or inevitably get eaten by you or others. (After sinking of course… ha ha…)

There may be a certain pirate that catches your attention. One that brings you nice things and tells you the most entertaining stories. One that makes you want to go on adventures too… 

It could be how you become fond of him and his crew through work. You could eventually help him through without payment to save him from those giving chase. You could ask for payment to be him taking you with him on his journeys… 

~~~ (3)

Sans rescues you from the black market. Naturally, honor binds you to him now even though he let you go and left. You spend your time following him, getting closer, and sneaking on board.

(You are quite terrible at using legs at first, but you manage somehow. Even if people look at you weird. Customs are also different...)

You may be good at sneaking around and watching/helping. It could also be you only think you are sneaky. haha

[ask-frater-imperator]

// now that I'm able to post spoilers, here's my thoughts on rite here rite now a few hours after I saw it.

First: a little context.

I went with my mother, my ghestie and my best friend who knew nothing about ghost besides the ranting she heard from me weekly.

They will probably be seeing this- so I'm not going to expose their accounts or anything.

With that, here were my thoughts:

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The post credit scene and mummy dust is just

Implanted into my head now

Mummy dust bc me and my friends went batshit crazy hearing and watching it

I LITERALLY PREDICTED KISS THE GO-GOAT

I'm like "oh yeah they better do kiss the go-goat I need to see that live." THEN THE INTRO STARTS

I had my ghestie friend and another of my friend that had no idea of any of the ghost lore

But

WE CONVERTED HER!! /j

I really hope they make a DVD version or something bc i would sell my soul for it

I'm kinda disappointed they didn't use the boxer fit for anything much..

TOBIAS THREW US FOR A LOOP BC WTF

We all saw copia get on the hot air balloon and is like WAIT WAIT FUCK. NO. NO. and then he wakes up

Seeing his mother die

Also if the new guy isn't terzo I

I may just die

Bc

WHO ARE THEY GONNA PULL OUT THEIR ASS AGAIN JUST LIKE

OH YEAH THEY EXIST NOW

NO WONDER TOBIAS SAID NONE OF THE OTHER PAPAS MATTER, MF COPIA IS THE HEAD OF THE MINISTRY NOW-

When the post credit ended everyone in the theater was like please wait, no-

AND ALL YELLED IN ANGER

honestly so funny and ppl were so nice

I don't like I've ever met a rude ghost fan tbh AND I DONT PLAN ON IT!!!

.

And my thoughts after reading it again:

I honestly don't mind if the new papa isn't terzo, Yes, his album is my favorite with many good songs, but if the theory isn't right then oh well

There is a confirmed DVD and digital release. Just no idea when I will be getting the DVD, and I will be passing it down for generations to see/j

Me, my ghestie and my clueless friend were all holding hands for at least 3/4th of the movie, the reason I will remember mummy dust the most is because me and my ghesite went feral.. and my other friend was, well, clueless. TOBIAS LET MARY GOORE THE FUCK OUT. FINALLY!!!

The shirt I wore was literally copia being crucified with a crown of thorns, I WAS EXPECTING HIM TO DIE. but, I am very glad he didn't, I'm honestly stoked because now he does have the power he wanted, and I can totally rp that..

(The shirt I wore)

When mummy dust was done, we were all simping for copia.. (pls dont judge us. We are just little guys../j)

I had to hold back a scream when the mummy dust solo started, I love the ghoulettes..

I was so sad when copia was like: "no, no, no encore." Bc I really wanted to hear kiss the go-goat (it was one of my favorites when I first got into ghost)

THEN RAIN SPOKE. IM SORRY??!?!

Then I said over to my friends something like: "Yeah, i need them to do an encore.. NEED to hear, kiss the go-goat live, or I will sob." And of course, THE INTRO TO KISS THE GO-GOAT STARTED. Me and my friends and I just lit up with joy, trying not to cry from what I had just said and what happened.

I remember Square Hammer and the midair splits. The whole theater gasped at the same time. At that point, I was in tears for the 273673rd time. I saw copia do the pose he was meant to, and cried even more.

He went to the hot-air balloon, and everyone was silent. We all saw him wake up, and then sister on the floor.

I remember my friend (clueless one) commenting about copias dramatic crying over sisters' bodies. "Oh yeah, that guy knows how to act!" Joking in a good way, I laughed through my tears.

I don't remember when, but when Copia talked about taint tickling, she audibly, but quietly gasped and whispered something as I just nodded.

MARY ON A CROSS WAS BEAUTIFUL. THERE IS NO DENYING THE SCOOBY-DOO CHASE MUSIC NOW!!

It felt like you were there in the audience, like you were right there in the pit. I'm so glad that this movie is making so much in box offices. It was like an unholy experience I will never forget.

[pfhwrittes]

Welding anon here, I technically didn’t complete the program bc I am missing a single credit, which is fine by me because I ended up switching up and going into agriculture instead, which I am much happier to be in and I just got my degree for it. I don’t regret taking that program because I enjoyed the work (best I can describe it? It was almost like piping a cake) but I was the only girl in the room, not usually a problem for me but the guys didn’t talk to me at all and it was soul crushingly isolating

I always pictured him as a welder bc ye he has massive beefy arms and him being an explosives expert, I could see him enjoying the sparks and the process of creating something durable and strong. Both require a good bit of math, (not to mention shooting math which I still struggle with too) Just seems like a dude who finds fulfillment in difficult, heavy precision work. All those scars on his arms too… yea he’d be a hot welder, all sweaty and bit dirty and smelling like steel. Would make you a welded flower bouquet and it would look immaculate

I did also dabble in wood working (not carpentry. If ur curious I was making bee hives bc I was a bee keeper for a time and my company was so small I had to learn how to do everything) price is so carpenter core. He would smell like freshly cut wood, just a bit smokey and strong. I can just picture saw dust absolutely filling his pockets and trailing it around everywhere by accident. Carpenters always have really calloused, rough, strong hands and that’s just so him. Obsessed with carpenter price ngl.

I’m kinda redneck as fuck and I have the obsessed with being outside flavour of autism. I do have buff arms too 💪 (sorry this is a long ask sorry)

welding anon (or maybe i should just call you buff 💪 anon because hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah) please do not ever apologise for long asks. i love long asks. i cherish long asks. i cherish you for sending me a long ask.

firstly, the guys on your course SUCK for making you feel isolated. i get it on some level as i've been the only non-cis person on-site before. i know i've been lucky as i am technically a plumbing nepo-baby so any other shit has been shut down hard by my mum but more often than not she's the only woman on-site. thankfully she's got something like 40 years experience working with the guys she works with so she knows everyone and their children (and all the gossip, tradies are incorrigible gossips and i love it so much).

secondly, fuck yeah to finding something you love doing! i'm incredibly proud of you for getting your degree! go you! and also you're an incredibly talented multi-skilled individual, be proud of yourself for all the skills you have (welding, woodworking, beekeeping!!!).

thirdly, it's official you've converted me into a welder!soap person. you're absolutely correct. he would love welding. sparks + maths + methodical + challenging = welder!soap. he'd be so cheesy about giving you a metal flower bouquet too. excuse me for a minute while i think about sweaty soap with big beefy arms. oooooh boy 😵‍💫

finally, you are entirely correct that carpenter!price would smell so good. ugh, the smell of cut wood is addictive and definitely one of my most favourite smells in the world (i am that person that lingers in the timber yard in a B&Q just to get a whiff of the cut pine). carpenter!price would love his sweetheart fussing over his callouses and rubbing hand cream into his hands before bed every night, you can't tell me he wouldn't. i think the fact that he smells so good definitely makes up for the fact that you'd be fishing pencils and sawdust out of his pockets every time you did laundry. plus you'd have the most beautiful kitchen cabinets that are the envy of all your friends just because he wanted to give the kitchen a "spruce up" (side note: never trust a tradie to do their own DIY, you WILL end up living in a half-finished construction site for over 2 years).

[theamityelf]

How does mini thh and sdr2 cast pet place look like? I remember aoi had cup as swimming pools but how about others? I'm sorry if confusing English isn't my first language.

(Mini Classmates AU Masterlist)

This is a great question (and your English is perfectly fine)!

This is just a brainstorm, but here's what I'm thinking right now.

Edit: Also, these descriptions don't really include decorations, so for most of them assume there's also work done to decorate, etc.

Mini THH AU

Okay, first, let's look at the standard SDR2 room (with the understanding that some people have bookshelves, etc.)

Most of the senpais would put their kouhai's living space on the long, wooden piece of furniture beneath the TV. (Would we call that a dresser? A TV stand? Idk.) It's a lot of space for a tiny person to walk around, and they can get to the little cushioned seat from there.

Makoto- Nagito is very resourceful, so he would set up a very practical living space for Makoto. I'm thinking the bed is an empty matchbox wrapped in bubblewrap, or something of the sort, and any fabric can serve as a blanket. It's comfortable, creative, and simple. The bed is positioned in the little corner near the cushioned seat, so he doesn't get too much direct sunlight. There's a call bell nearby, in case he needs to get Nagito's attention, since it would be really hard for him to make himself heard otherwise, especially if Nagito is asleep. He also makes sure the floor below is covered in soft things, in case Makoto falls or, in extreme cases, needs to jump. (He lectures Makoto that, if someone ever breaks in to kill Nagito, he should jump down and hide under the cushioned seat, where they won't be able to reach him. And he asks that Makoto not rat out the killer, as that would ruin the game and it's Nagito's final wish that he not ruin the game.)

Kyoko- Hajime folds up a blanket and puts it in a shoebox for her. That's where she sleeps. She frequently climbs out and wanders around; she is very rarely still there when he wakes up. It scares him half to death, how she just disappears on him. Her general attitude toward that is "I understand why you feel that way, but I need to investigate, so it can't be helped."

Byakuya- I'm going to say that Sonia converts a jewelry box into a multi-story house for him. There are stairs and everything. His blankets are handkerchiefs monogrammed with her initials. There are snacks, and there is a water bottle like the kind hamsters use, which Gundham taught her how to make. Byakuya has gone out of his way to optain a pin light, and once they have access to the library, he uses an open book as the fourth wall of his little house. So, he can read at night.

Aoi- I think at some point I said something like "Akane gives her a fish bowl", but I think it might be more of a bin of water. Like, a rectangular bin, long enough that she can kind of swim laps. Her bed is a shoebox with a blanket inside. She has a cup of water, separately, in case she gets thirsty, and a plate with a doughnut on it (covered by plastic wrap, to avoid attracting bugs). And I think Akane might at some point worry about Hina having a balanced diet, so maybe there's some chicken alongside the doughnut. As a late night snack.

Yasuhiro- Bowl with a blanket.

Toko- Gundham creates a little room. Like Nagito, he fashioned a bed with an actual attempt at a sturdy box covered by a cushioning surface in addition to whatever serves as a blanket. He makes sure she has paper, something to write with, and a light. Every night, he makes sure her living space is clean (no dust or pet hair that would make her sneeze) before he sends her to bed. The walls and ceiling of her terrarium are formed by an upside-down shoebox with a hole cut into it for a door. She also has a window cut into it, through which she can drink from another hamster-style water bottle if she wants. On one hand, I'm sure Gundham makes every attempt to prevent his hamsters from bothering her, but on the other hand, I like to imagine Toko cuddling with one of them in her sleep. Like, Gundham wakes up and sees only three hamsters in whatever cage or habitat they sleep in, and he takes the box off of Toko's room and find her cuddling with San-D. I just think it would be sweet.

Sayaka- Shoebox with a blanket. And there's a kazoo in it that is too big for her to use, and maybe a small teddy bear or other stuffed animal.

Mukuro- Shoebox with a blanket.

Leon- Shoebox with a blanket, but there's also a fun tiny obstacle course. And the hanging plant is taken down, so that Leon can climb into it if he needs to, because Nekomaru knows all about late night bathroom breaks, and there's no judgement here. It's all fertilizer, man!

Chihiro- Kazuichi goes all out. Chihiro has a working shower, a working toilet (empties into the trash can), a working fan, and a covered living space with a motorized door.

Mondo- Shoebox with a blanket, which Fuyuhiko places on a small table that he pulls close to his bed, on the side that can't be accessed from the door. There's another shoebox with a blanket (a decoy one) on the dresser, but Mondo sleeps in the one by his bed.

Taka- His bed is a shoebox with a blanket, but it's in bed with Mikan rather than on a dresser or table. She stuffs pillows around it, to make sure it doesn't fall out of the bed while she's sleeping. (That's just where he sleeps; he does have a little space on the dresser, where he can get dressed and walk around and stuff.) Sometimes, in her sleep, Mikan will reach into the box to make sure he's still there. So, like...imagine you're sleeping and a giant finger just lightly grazes your back.

Hifumi- Upside-down shoebox with one wall removed and a blanket under it. Instead of the dresser, he's on her photography desk in the far corner, so when he wakes up, he steps out of the box and looks at her photos in the light of the rising sun.

Celeste- Chiaki builds an elaborate, multi-shoebox house that is cool but completely impractical. There is a bed, but it's very difficult to navigate to. Celeste just drags her blanket down to the cushioned seat and sleeps there.

Sakura- Hiyoko just straight up puts Sakura in bed with her, with nothing to prevent Hiyoko from rolling over and squishing her. She also sleeps with a few stuffed animals and a bag of gummy bears.

Junko- Shoebox with a blanket, suspended where the hanging plant once was to avoid letting her get into any mischief while he's sleeping. (Imposter has calculated the elevation, relative to her size, and determined that if she fell or jumped, she wouldn't die; she would just be too injured to do anything else.)

Mini Senpais AU

Now, let's see the standard THH room. (Except ignore the sword, lol.)

The viable surfaces there are the table, desk, and shelf.

Nagito- He's on the table, which is pulled relatively close to Makoto's bed, with a bridge between them so he can wake or otherwise access Makoto if he needs to. He has a flashlight and some reading materials. His bed is a shoebox with one side cut out and a blanket inside. He has a pillowcase acting as a shade/tent over his living space. He also (upon his own request) has a rope or ladder allowing him to climb down to the floor if he wants to. It's pretty cool.

Hajime- Shoebox with a blanket, on the shelf. Specifically, the part of the shelf that can't be seen from the door. And Kyoko might use strategically-positioned laundry to keep people from looking in that corner too closely. It's against the rules to let one's senpai die; best to be careful. She can't solve the mystery if she loses him.

Sonia- Byakuya takes the drawers out of his desk and makes that emptied space Sonia's room. A watch box serves as the bed, a cufflink box serves as her wardrobe, and a handkerchief hangs as a shade for privacy. At least for the first night; he'll commission one of the other boys (probably Hifumi) to build something with a roof. Namely, it would be a four-wall dollhouse that opens with a latch and hinge. It stays open all the time, though, because Sonia feels kind of claustrophobic, knowing she can't open it once it's closed. Byakuya didn't intend it as a power trip; it just seemed like the most luxurious option. Also, there's a jewelry chandelier. Byakuya interior decorates the crap out of that thing.

Akane- Shoebox with a blanket, on the desk. Hina also pulls out the drawers to act like a ladder, so Akane can wander the room as much as she wants. And there are snacks in the top drawer. The issue is, Hina likes to run laps around her room in the morning, and Akane thinks it's fun to run around while she's doing that and narrowly avoid getting crushed, which is terrifying for Hina.

Teruteru- Shoebox with a blanket, on the table. There are windchimes dangling above it, and whoever wakes up first rings the windchimes.

Gundham- He's on the shelf. Toko probably gives him a towel from the bathroom to sleep on. It's soft enough, and he can fold a corner over himself for a blanket.

Ibuki- Pillow on the shelf.

Peko- Shoebox with a blanket, on the desk.

Nekomaru- Shoebox with a blanket, on the shelf.

Kazuichi- On the table. Chihiro initially goes the shoebox-with-a-blanket route and feels pretty proud of it, but finding out that a lot of people did that and considered it the low-effort, obvious option, Chihiro feels ashamed and tries to build something with the tool kit. It doesn't come out very good, because they've never built anything like that before, and Kazuichi reassures them that he likes the shoebox. It's comfortable. It works.

Fuyuhiko- Shoebox with a blanket, on the table.

Mikan- Taka sets up curtains all around the desk so she can have privacy. He makes a bed for her out of his watch box and makes sure she always has food and water in her living space. She has a call bell in case she needs anything.

Mahiru- Hifumi makes her house before he makes one for anyone else, which accidentally results in hers being the most basic one. It's like a birdhouse, which she doesn't mind; she can go in and out of it without needing to ask for help, and she has the privacy of four walls. Hifumi's glasses case is her bed.

Chiaki- Celeste asks Hifumi to build a dollhouse for her. (The open-front kind.) Super aesthetic, super functional.

Hiyoko- She's on the shelf. Rather than on top of the shelf, Sakura gives her an interior level of the shelf, which she lines with a blanket and fills with soft things. (She found some stuffed animals in the warehouse, and Hiyoko likes them a lot; she sleeps on the tummy of a stuffed rabbit.) And there's a bell, in case Hiyoko needs something.

Imposter- There is no telling where Imposter is, in this one, but for the moment it seems he's just outside the school doing despair stuff.

[layla4567]

✨ Working together ✨

Luca from the bear x fem!reader

summary: You and Luca are dating and he taught you everything you know about pastry. So now you want to open your own tea house where you will sell your delicious cakes, and of course he will help you in everything.

warnings: almost no connection to the plot of the show or it's world, maybe a lil suggestive, cloying fluff and corny

A/N: again I must clarify that like Colin Zabel's fic, I have not seen this series (sorry) so maybe what I write is not entirely accurate with the show

You and your boyfriend were looking for places for rent or for sale where you could put your little tea house. Being able to serve anything, even an old, abandoned shed, as long as it was located in a nice landscape with a good view, nothing else mattered. Luca was driving his convertible car making your hair blow in the wind. The times were beautiful at that time in Copenhagen, you were wearing sunglasses and a cute flowery dress that your boyfriend loved every time you wore it. For his part, Luca was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, had taken off his kitchen apron and wore blue jeans underneath. Her blond hair also danced in the breeze.

They were driving through the streets of Denmark with the sun shining on their heads. Months ago you told Luca about your dreams and now they were finally coming true. A little anxious you looked to your right trying to find a good place, your boyfriend caressed your knee with the intention of letting you know that everything would be fine

"Don't worry sweetheart, you'll see that we'll find the perfect place"

"I hope so love, only you know how much I waited for this moment"

Yes, Luca knew it well. So many hours practicing pastry and talking about your hobbies, every time he left work and showed up at your house to teach you how to make Aeblekage or a Koldskål you told him how you were planning to open your own little tea house. He looked at you in admiration and assured you that you were going to succeed. And here they were now, looking for a place to settle and where you could cook your delicious desserts accompanied by the love of your life.

Let 'em wonder how we got this far 'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all Yeah, after all this time I'm still into you - Paramore - I'm still into you

At last they had arrived. After tiring around several streets, they found an old abandoned cafe with a dilapidated and crooked sign. It had a window on one side and the walls were dark brick. Above the front door hung a white awning with red stripes, unfortunately it was dirty and had a hole in the middle. Despite everything, you two loved how comfortable and familiar it looked and best of all, it was close to the port just as you wanted. They got out of the car and you began to admire the view, in the distance you could see the water and anchored boats.

"Don't you love it? the place, the sea breeze-you inhaled with your mouth open enjoying the air on your face- I would give anything for more days like this"

Luca looked at you lovingly and wrapped his arms around your waist looking where you were looking

"Have I told you how adorable you are when you talk about what you like?" -Luca kissed your forehead

You wrinkled your nose in contentment. "You tell me every day, hun"

"C'mon your place awaits you"

"Our. Our place awaits us"

They both entered the old building. But happiness disappeared from your pores when you saw that it seemed more dilapidated on the inside than on the outside. The peeling paint on the walls was falling apart, leaving a heap of dust on the floor. There was no furniture left. The wooden ceiling was moldy in places. You couldn't stop the disappointment from drawing on your face. Luca put his arm around your shoulders.

"Hey love it's alright. We can remodel it and I promise you it will be like new. Why don't you go check out the backyard while I find something to clean up?"

Luca is that down to earth and that's what you loved about him. He always found simple solutions to problems that seemed huge. You opened the French window that led to the yard and you felt the flame of hope rekindle in your chest. It was definitely much better than the inside of the building. It wasn't that big, but its low brick walls delimited a large plot. The floor was concrete, and pretty orange flowering vines hung from the walls. You were already imagining how you could use the space by placing beautiful tables with umbrellas.

"Hey babe, I found some brooms and a shovel-"

He stopped when he saw the yard. He also found it beautiful. you turned around with a smile

"So.. what are we waiting for? let's restore this place"

You got to dig a little deeper Find out who you are You got to dig a little deeper It really ain't that far When you find out who you are You'll find out what you need Blue skies and sunshine guaranteed - The princess and the frog - Dig a little deeper

Luca offered you a shovel and together they began to sweep the floor, the dust made them cough and tickled their noses that made you sneeze like a kitten, Luca laughed every time he heard you. The following days were exhausting but pleasant. You bought turquoise paint for the inside of the walls, you two had a blast painting and doing a little mischief

"(Y/N) what do you think if we paint a strip of small sailboats in a darker color? It would go all the way across the wall, but we would need a stencil"

Luca pointed with a finger where the stencil would go, with his muscular and bare arm you couldn't help but pretend to pay attention to him and with your hand that held the brush, paint his wrist. He looked at you surprised, throwing you a reproachful look but deep down he couldn't suppress a smile.

"Oh (Y/N) you're very immature"

You closed your eyes laughing at what he took advantage of to paint the tip of your nose. When you felt something cold and wet on your nose, you opened your eyes and mouth offended, with a defiant grimace they started a paint war, their laughter mixed and echoed throughout the room, your boyfriend grabbed your wrists with the intention that your brush doesn't touch his face. In the end they ended up in a fiery kiss with their hands stained with paint leaving marks on your breasts and buttocks and with yours likewise scattered throughout their entire body, they looked like an abstract painting.

Every day you two were buying things to decorate the tea house. They had bought beautiful brown leather sofas at auction. You had gotten landscape paintings to hang on the wall at a vintage store. The most difficult thing had been to remove the wood from the roof, since some had been ruined by humidity. But by turns they had proposed to remove them little by little. Luca climbed a ladder and took some out, then you, in your eagerness to help, told him to lift you up so you could reach the roof. You always felt a tingle of adrenaline in your belly every time your boyfriend grabbed you by the waist and made you sit on his shoulders. And when you two couldn't handle everything on your own, you hired masons and workers who were very helpful.

With a little effort they managed to restore everything that was damaged, they changed the previous awning for a bigger one and a green one. They placed pots on the outside door and some hanging from the window. You were even able to put the tables you wanted in the backyard with their matching black iron chairs. When everything was ready in terms of decoration and remodeling, you went to the kitchen to prepare tea and desserts, it was the only thing that was missing before opening.

"Dear, could you help me with the dough?"-you asked him nicely

You were about to make some kind of Danish apple pie. Luca approached from behind, pulling his body against your back, which made a shiver run through your body. His arms and hands on top of yours accompanied your movements with a slow and loving rhythm. They stretched the dough back and forth and then rolled it back into a ball. Sometimes Luca teased you mischievously kissing your neck or behind your ear, with his nose buried in your hair. His kisses went down to your shoulder, making you sigh

"Luca…-you said in a warning tone- How unprofessional"

"Oh come on I know you love it"

You turned your head to kiss him. They finished cooking several desserts and also the different teas including iced teas.

And the great day had arrived to open the doors of your tea house. It would only take a few minutes to welcome the people of the city. Both were nervous but especially you, you couldn't believe that your dream would finally come true. With trembling hands you took the key that opened the door, put it in the lock and turned it. It was done

"We did it.."-you looked at his face with happy tears in your eyes.

"You did it"- he corrected you wiping your tears - "It's your dream, don't forget it"

"Dreams can be shared, and that's what I'm doing with you"

He looked at you sweetly and grabbed your chin with his thumb to kiss you passionately. Customers started arriving for snacks, and soon the place was packed both inside and out. Luca promised to help you in the kitchen and you would go and serve the dishes along with the tea. The atmosphere was warm and welcoming, everyone was happy and so were you. You almost needed four more arms to serve so many people but you didn't care because that was what you wanted, a place where people can remember the warmth of their home while tasting delicacies prepared with love and delicacy, and if your boyfriend was by your side better. At the end of the day when people left and your place was about to close you and your boyfriend lay exhausted on the leather sofa, it was a busy day but it was satisfying at the same time. You placed your head on Luca's lap as he caressed your cheek.

"Today was the best day of my life, I still can't believe that all of this is real. It's like a sweet dream that I never want to end"

"But it's real love, and we made it together. Although if you want I can pinch you to prove it"

You two laughed amused letting the now empty room fill with your warm laughter that then floated in the air like a sweet dew.

Maybe, it's the way you say my name Maybe, it's the way you play your game But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine - Ruth B - Dandelions

. . . . . . . .

I know, this was maybe a bit boring and too cheesy but I'm a hopeless romantic and I couldn't not write something like that.

[deadsnothere]

Fallin' For ya! PT. 2

PT.1 - Fallin' For Ya!

Synopsis - After a singing confession Cynthia brings me to an abandoned car shop to have some "privacy"

Masterlist

Request - No!

Word count - 5k (all together w/ both parts)

Speak Ali! - i'm in love with her

When we arrived at the car shop no one was there, It was just me and Cynthia.

She got off the bike first, letting me off after. We both made our way into the shop, looking around at the dust-filled cars and auto parts. There were a few cars that weren't too bad with dust, a red corvette just sitting in the middle of the shop. They looked like they were just waxed before they were abandoned for god knows how long- “Hey! Pretty girl, come look at what I found.” Cynthia had run off on her own, Her natural curiosity had to be killing her. When I finally got a view of what she was talking about I wasn't sure how to feel honestly- “Is that a tub of grease?” She nodded rapidly.

“YES! It's been abandoned- And it looks like it’ll still work fine.” I chuckled at how she looked so excited about something so simple. ”You and the boys can use it at the shop, can’t you?” “Yeah! It’ll be a good way to save some money-” When she was finally done inspecting the grease she’d opened, she looked back to me. “Ya know- You're always the cutest when writing.” Making eye contact, I raised an eyebrow at her. “What?” She was chuckling at my reaction and how stupid I looked trying to figure it out. “Everyday while me and the boys are working on the car, you're writing in your notebook. It's adorable-...what are you writing everyday?”

…it took me a second to think of an answer. “Well I am the “certified pink ladies secretary” so i'm writing different tasks we have to focus on, List of things that are urgent and some that can be left to the side. Writing a list of different ways I'm going to kick buddy in the family jewels. But I also write about my day- my life and what I feel at that moment.” Cyn was laughing at me. “What!?” She tried to douse down her laughter but she couldn't stop. “You have a diary?” I rolled my eyes at her comment. “I have a journal! Not a diary-'' She looked at me like I was stupid, took a few steps towards me, putting her hand on my waist. “It's the same thing!” Gasping, I hit her shoulder. Moving with her like we were dancing, When she stepped her left foot up, i stepped my right back and we kept walking like that. “It is not- one is much more dignified and mature- The other is- AH-”

I jumped when she pushed me into the old corvette. “Be careful, Princess.” She raised her eyebrows at me, a condescending smile on her face. “Oh shut up..Stable girl-” Cynthia put both of her arms leaning on the car, The stupidly attractive smile not fading. “You’re gonna have to shut me up yourself- Princess.” Now she was just plain mocking me! “Oh come here you peasant.“ I grabbed her face, kissing her sweetly. It only lasted a few seconds but each of them were heaven on earth.

She leaned back nodding, letting out a sigh looking up at the roof. “...Are you made of sugar-” I laughed- “What is that supposed to mean?” She kissed me this time, didn't let go of my lips, dragged me back as much as she could until we were both falling into the car- “AH- Oh my god!” We burst into laughter waiting for the dust to settle down, and now she was on top of me in the backseat of a very dusty convertible. “Shit! That is not how it was supposed to go, but..I can't say I'm mad…” She was smiling and eyeing me. “My god! You are disgusting-” Anyone could tell I wasn't mad by the way I was laughing. “Oh come on-”

She leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Can’t a princess get dirty just for a night?” I hit her shoulder again- “You- You-” -and again and again. Cynthia was laughing at my flustered stuttering, her eyes always creased when she laughed, Jane and Olivia said we laugh the same way- that we’re almost identical when laughing at the same joke.

“..I love you.” Woah- ok. “Where is this coming from Cynthia?” She was looking me deep in the eyes, nothing could get us to look away from each other. “Alias you wrote an entire song about how you love me and you expect me not to say it back? Wow i'm not sure you got the right girl-” I smiled sarcastically at her. “I Love you too, Cynthia. I think I've loved you since we met in 6th grade. I adore you. I mean you didn't care about anything they said to you, you just did what you liked.”

She pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. “Can I kiss you again?” I nodded, just barely. She immediately dipped her head down to kiss me. “Ya know i'm starting to believe you're addicting.” She drew kisses down my neck. “I could say the same-” Each time her lips touched me I jolted just a bit- I finally had what I've been dreaming of for two years. Her love and attention. And god it made me want so much more. I adored the way she felt on top of me, kissing my neck and collarbone.

“Alias- You have no idea how much i've been dreaming of this day-” I laughed in disbelief. “Everyday you wear those low cut tops and tight skirts. I want to squeeze and touch you in front of every guy who flirts with you.” With a bright red face and a grin I looked away from her, She didn't take that too kindly- “Hey- Alias, look at me.” When I didn't move my head, she moved it for me with her thumb.

“I mean every word- I wish I could tell the world how much you mean to me, how much more you mean to me.” She looked at me like I was the only person in the world. No one has ever looked at me like that. I mean, the gangs they care about me- but not one of them has loved me. Or shown me how it feels to be loved so tightly. Or so- Oh my god her hand is on my thigh- HER HAND IS ON MY THIGH. I REPEAT HER HAND IS ON MY THIGH. She was drawing little stars on my thigh with her fingers. Goosebumps were left wherever she touched.

The to the shop door opened. “HEY! WHO’S IN HERE'' We have to get out of here. “Oh shit! Come on-'' The best way to go about this is to sneak out the back door! Of course it is- we just need to- I felt Cynthia pull me up and following her lead I jumped out of the car. “BOLT.” FOR FUCKS SAKE-

Next thing I knew me and Cyn were running out of the shop with a very angry man chasing us. It was hell, but damn is hell fun!

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And that's how we're here. We are running from a man in a car, while on Cynthia's Motorcycle. And holy shit does it feel good. Like ever since we started the pink ladies it's nothing but rushes. The feeling of running away from Miss Mcgee after we flashed our asses to the entire school, The feeling of singing on stage with emotions and putting my body into something I wrote, The feeling of running away from this shitty town with the girl I've been in love with for two years! And that's just a few! Everything's a rush and I never want it to stop- I want this, adrenaline, trouble, kissing Cynthia in places we’re not legally allowed to be. Maybe it's dangerous but I don't give two shits anymore! I just love the feeling- it's euphoric.

After driving around for 20 minutes trying to get the man lost, we finally succeeded. “Thank fuck!” I heard Cynthia curse from in front of me. “Let's get you home princess, your royal carriage is finally on its way to the castle.” She took a turn on Henry Drive, two roads before my house.

I didn't want this to end, and maybe it doesn't have to.

I hugged her tighter, smiling at the thought of her laying in my bed, waiting for me to lay down just so we can cuddle because the touch starved Cynthia needs her affection..but this time it's not ‘plationic’ its real, she’ll kiss me and run her hands on my hips and my hair. I love her, and I'm willing to write a million more songs to prove it to her.

When we arrived at my house Cynthia held her hand out and helped me off her bike. I took off my helmet and goggles. “Wanna come inside?” Cyn hesitated but said yes regardless and we made our way inside.

“Mamí, Papí, I’m home!” I yelled through the old house, to alert not only them but the gremlin’s. I could hear stampeding down the stairs right now. Lainey and my three baby sisters were making their way towards me, all in worn and torn pajamas that had enough stains to make it a whole new color. Cynthia was at least a foot behind me blocked by a pillar in the middle of the staircase.

One by one, my sisters started to show up infront of me. Aliah, Lila, the 2 year old twins. And Aria and Lainey the two middle children, Aria being 3 and Lainey being 14. “Alias! How’d it go?- did you kiss her- tell me and Aria every..thing” Once she and Aria, who was in her arms, backed me up into the kitchen she could see Cynthia, who was laughing her ass off at the interrogation happening in front of her. I started to try and laugh with her to laugh off the embarrassment but it didn't work.. “Hi Cynthia! Did you kiss my sister we all are very dedicated to this.” Lainey motioned to her and the line of children she had following her. Cynthia ruffled everyone's hair going down the line. “I don't kiss and tell kid, sorry.” Lainey huffed looking at me again. “I expect an explanation later.” Fondly rolling my eyes at her and pushing her and the twins away from us so we could run up the stairs.

We reached my room and shut the door quickly. “No more heathens!” She yelled quietly. I started laughing, sometimes that is a real goal to accomplish. I sat on the edge of my bed, my hands running through my hair. “You're so pretty.” She was staring at me. “And why do you say that?” I titled my head pretending to act confused. She looked at the wall just for a second to take a deep breath. Cynthia walked up to me, and placed her hand on my head pulling my hair back just a bit for me to get the memo. “Because you're my girl.”

Am I breathing right now? I think I'm frozen in place. Cynthia looked so proud of herself. I swallowed my spit and tried to answer with as little stuttering as possible. “Well- I-I’m your girl?” Now that I looked nervous, her act completely changed. “Well only if you want to be- I won't force you!-”

I started laughing at how anxious she was for an answer. “Yes you idiot- Of course i'll be your girlfriend!” She looked in almost disbelief, like we hadn't made out in an abandoned car shop an hour and a half ago. “You're the stable girl in my fairytale book, I can't get away from you.” She scoffed at me, leaning down to touch noses with me. “Oh yeah, like you have any room to talk princess.”

She was quick to kiss me. Pushed me back on the bed and crawled on top, her hands tracing up my hips drawing little hearts with her finger tips. I held onto her belt loops with my pointer and index fingers. I felt so warm all over, my face and neck were red from the close distance we were. It feels so familiar, but different at the same time, this kiss is more fiery and hungry. I feel so greedy but I can't help it, the more she kisses me the more I want to kiss back, the longer I want to kiss her. Our lips were practically sealed together.

Cynthia only broke that seal to move down my jaw and neck. She sucked the skin on my neck, the feeling of the blood rushing up to bruise me, making me gasp. I ran my hands through her hair reveling in the feeling of her leaving hickeys down my neck.

The door slammed open, and I pushed Cyn off of me quickly. My baby sister Aliah standing in the doorway with a smile, She was holding her pink and blue blanket my mom had crocheted for her. Sighing, the beating of my heart slowed a bit. “A- sleep here?” I laughed lightly and got off the bed. I picked her up, shut my door, and placed her on my bed with her blanket. “What the fuck did she say?” Cynthia asked, confused as to why I was putting her on my bed and covering her with my blanket. “She said “Ali, can I sleep in here” Except take out a few words and turn Ali into A.” She raised her eyebrows and nodded her head like she knew what was going on.

I unzipped the back of my dress and let it fall off my shoulders. “Woah- WOAH-” turned around confused on what the yelling was. “What!?” Cynthia was facing away from me on my bed, her neck and ears looked bright red. “Oh come on Cyn you can't be serious- you were just giving me a hick-” She snapped her head to me, and then to the very much awake baby laying in my bed and watching us interact with each other. I scoffed. “She doesn't care- she's my sister, I change her butt daily and she can barely speak-” Cynthia just widened her eyes, telling me she doesn't care. “Fine-” I continued changing peacefully, turning to find Aliah climbing on top of Cynthia and Cynthia trying to pull her off her head. I giggled picking her off the poor girl.

“You can borrow some of my clothes if you want to stay the night Cyn- It wouldn't be too crowded on my bed.” She thought about it for a second before deciding to stay, she opened my closet and walked all the way in closing it and turning the light on. “You're kidding me.” I started laughing out of disbelief, something that seemed to be happening a lot today. Cynthia didn't walk out of the closet until she changed out her pants and button up, wearing one of my old wife beaters. “Looking good, Stable girl.” She picked up a hanger from my closet and threw it at me.

“Just get in bed you idiot-” I situated myself first and then let Aliah lay down on my right side and Cynthia on the left. “Good night, Stable girl.” I could hear her roll her eyes. “Good night, Princess.” I kissed Aliah's forehead pulling her blanket onto her a bit more so she’ll be warmer. “Good night, Liah.”

And I closed my eyes letting myself drift to sleep slowly with my two favorite girls.

[blackoutawolf-blog]

Lashing out

Noctus opened the door and steped inside, Holy looked up from her desk, sat on his side of the desk was Silver and a human he didnt know, "whats this?" Noctis questioned "please sit we need to talk about something, dire." He narrowed his eyes but sat "holy what is it? I swear is Leon has antagonised my dog again-" "We found the lab." Her words froze him to his core "What?" Holy inhaled deep before continuing "after reviewing your interview and all the information youve given us we looked into the location, disappearances have been rising in that area Noctis." He dug his nails into the desk even as silver put her hand on his shoulder he felt rage, pain and fear all fighting for dominance in his mind. "What are you saying Holy?" She let out a sigh but it was the man who spoke next "we think the site is still in operation son." Noctus turned his eyes to the man and his emotioned finally settled on rage he funneled that at this man, he recognised this man, Grayson, Silver had mentioned him once or twice, this human, he was just like them, clinical and cold it made his blood boil, Noctis felt his power surge slowly spreading across the edge of Holys desk converting it into something else, and Grayson, this human looked genuinly concerned, few ever got to see his rage anymore, Noctis swung a hand up, sweeping away the converted area casing the ash a d dust to the floor and pointed at the man. "Maybe if you did you JOB people would actually BE SAFE! MAY BE THEN WE WOULDNT SUFFER WHILE YOU SIT IN YOUR FUCKING TOWER!" Silver grabed his hand "Noc thats not fair!" The man raised a hand "your right, this is our failing but i cant change the past." Noctis was shaking with rage at this man so casually sat here when its on him what happened to him, to them, he hissed "cant change the past but maybe i should change YOU let you suffer how we have, see what we go through." Holy slamed her fists on the table "ENOUGH!" Noctis diverted his attention as Holy continued "Thats enough! Your going too far Noctis and you know it, this isnt about what could or should have been done this is about what we can do NOW! He is here to help in both logistics and keeping people clear for an operation to go in we want you on that mission, you know the site and i think you need the closure." In an instant Noctus's rage became fear, it buckled and he felt himself stagger, he couldnt run he wasnt able to escape this, he had to be there but he didnt know if he could "i...i dont...i cant" he griped the desk shaking then he stoped, the black feathers crawled across his back and body as his soul changed, she stood "Holy you understand the magnatude of what your asking?" Holy simply nodded "his sister i presume" "Stella yes" The now black nokori nodded, Grayson extended his hand "ive heard about what happened and what you maneged to do for your brother, its a pleas-" An arc of lightning shot to his hand making him recoil, as Stella didnt look at him "Do not touch me, we do not trust you, you failed and it cost us everything, you are not forgiven." Grayson had nothing more he could say thus Stella returned her attention to Holy "you are asking him to go back to the place we became like this, the place we both suffered years of abuse and control." Holi nodded slow "i understand in not asking a small feat from you both but im also not demanding it, if you are not ready then ill send my people in without you, but while im not a doctor i can only imagin it would be what you need, please think it over and get back to me by the end of the week." Stella nodded and left the room without a further word.

nokori, silver,holy and grayson owned by @lordsalissoon

Noctis/Stella by me

[clonerightsagenda]

His Dark Materials season 3 continues!

These were slightly less grueling although part of it might be that I had a task to work on while watching. I still get the sense that they dragged out every beat with a bunch of additional conversations whenever they could. Maybe that would be more welcome if I was watching this week by week as they were released rather than in a row.

Episode 5:

Oh thank god the mulefa do have their seedpod wheels, just not all the time.

I bet Mary wishes her degree was in botany, zoology, or anthropology, not theoretical physics.

We really speedrun the mulefa plotline in this. I wonder if it's difficult for show only people to follow? I naturally can fill in the gaps without thinking about it too much. The take that Eden is a savanna filled with rollerskating elephants remains bold.

They put Mrs. Coulter back into skirts... the monsters. Mrs. Coulter x pants is the real flagship of this tv show.

Will misgendered his daemon but then immediately switched to "her" when he talked about her being with Pan. Maybe the reminder that Pan is male tipped him off.

Going to the land of the dead and saying 'do you guys want to like. leave' remains a power move. Love a good harrowing of hell/afterlife breakout. The walls being piles of cast off objects from the living world is an interesting addition.

Roger: I've changed. My mom: I got a lot older. Me: It turns out if you die you can still go through puberty. It's part of our torture.

They cut the liar/Lyra bit with the harpies which is a shame. I guess they sort of used it earlier with the guard in the entry area of the land of the dead calling her a liar. Still all the harpies stuff is kind of out of order, with Gracious Wings saving her before they made their deal. Also instead of human heads the harpies look like they are part turtle.

Will and Lyra: languishing in hell Mary: hot girl summer

They sure dragged the bomb thing out. Honestly I don't hate it missing Lyra because the target locked too early, considering 'a ghost magically knows about the bomb and they defeat quantum entanglement by giving her a haircut' was kind of an ass pull. I also don't necessarily hate the rift being the angels retaliating, since it makes Metatron a more major player before his defeat and it makes the increasing loss of Dust a more direct part of the 'battle'. It does sort of undercut so much of the damage to the worlds being humans fucking shit up in the name of the Authority though. The angels in the book really don't do much, and I think that's by design. Also talking to you, Good Omens showrunners.

Episode 6:

Nooooooo not more voiceovers

Ruta lampshades it in the books but really how did Lord Asriel build his massive compound with foundries in like 2 months after crossing universes with nothing but the clothes on his back.

Asriel seeing a giant rift rip open between worlds: clearly this is about me

Mrs. Coulter: Our daughter is dead. Asriel: *read 4:16 pm*

Mrs. Coulter is like what they say about converts being the biggest zealots except she's converted to parenthood

Sergei got sucked into the rift? Ok so they racebent Ruta, made her clash with Serafina as the more violent/impulsive one, gave her the tension with Mrs. Coulter, and then killed her off even though she doesn't die (at least onscreen) in the books. Not a good look, guys!

Adding some Roger/Will active jealousy rather than Roger just sadly observing how close he and Lyra are now while Lyra doesn't even realize it. Suppose that's harder to do in video. But Will are you really gonna beef with a dead kid. Let him have this

Asriel and Iorek talking is show!original but I'll let it slide because it was satisfying to see someone finally hit Asriel

Will's dad finally (vaguely) drops the lore about the wrong world killing you, even if he didn't make it sound fatal in the same way. You guys couldn't have even had him dramatically coughing up a little blood in the last season? That's a classic

IDK why Will's dad got to explain what happens to ghosts while Lyra keeps saying she doesn't know. Babe you have the alethiometer

They didn't have Lee and Will's dad stick around to be a gay ghost warrior duo! I'm genuinely surprised considering how they went out of their way otherwise to give LMM more scenes.

Mrs. Coulter heart to heart with the golden monkey. Golden monkey sympathy arc has been THE most surprising adaptation change tbh. Not even joking about this

[castlebyersafterdark]

you are never too sappy! (congrats btw! + big love to the mike to your will... i see that blue heart and height difference mention 😉) the balance works so well so far. like a little glimmer of you. especially as its always relevant through a byler prism, so youre not making it all about you at all. i cant believe how cosy it is here. i genuinely await your writing like i would a new published novel hahaa. i also was going through my likes and saw an anon post on spicybylerpolls from february. it mentioned the sears catalogue and byler's fantasies and i had adored it at the time. rereading now, i'm like... VINNY?!?!? hahaha maybe it's not you but it's textbook and the style of writing and openminded humbleness felt very you. love.

especially love the self-acceptance journey you seem to be on here, allowing yourself nerdery, allowing yourself spice in byler forums, keeping a healthy eye on your online habits! + growing to love yourself more through will perhaps, keeping up with your writing, learning you kind of love cringe roleplay sex in fic?!?!? hehehehehe and also realisations that you may or may not want to share! its all gold dust - and honestly, this feels like blogs as i knew them growing up, like wordpress, blogspot, etc. proper old blogs where it's just right mix of artistic and personal.

x

Thanks, I feel so happy being here, everyone is so sweet 😘 Saving the dash from my personal rambles:

I didn't want to ruin it by changing things up too much. But, I do kinda want to talk about whatever here and post the occasional non-Byler stuff, still mostly the normal fandoming and spicy posting like I've been doing. Keeping the chill vibes. This does feel very much like a different type of blogging than I'm used to. It's cool. Even if people get sick of me or lose interest, I'll pretend that's not the case hahaha. Corny as hell, but it feels safe here.

Incredibly flattered that you look forward to my writing! I've always wrote fic and original pieces and scripts and loved it but had zero confidence. Did it anyway. I still have a lot of growth to work through with my writing when I decide to post polished fics, but that's fun now, feels different. I have so much in the wheelhouse. It'll fuel me to season 5 and beyond, I'm pretty sure.

That's funny you mention the spicypolls account, because I HAD to go searching through their archive and I found that post - wow, I see what you mean. The typing style certainly could make you think it's me, and it was an excellent post but full disclosure - I've never sent anything into that blog before! I only started this blog in May (whoa! 2 months?? Feels a lot longer!) and I genuinely only lurked and never interacted anywhere on the spicy corner before I converted this account, even on anon.

And I never thought I'd learn things about myself through something as genuinely kind of silly as what is, at its core, an explicit head-canon and writing blog for a fictional fandom ship. Hahahaha. But here I am. Feeling a little more confident in embracing my vulnerabilities and weirdness. Weirdness isn't bad! It's stuff I've known but it's different when you just live your life, instead of actually talking about it outside of your brain. Helps me feel less embarrassed after posting here sometimes - I look back over what I post and just cringe on occasion but power through a little easier lately!!

And ohhh it always comes back to the cringe roleplay, doesn't it 😏 Which has been a fun exercise in letting myself play around and try new things in general, with writing. With real life. Be a little weirdo. Find your people. Stay authentic.

Thanks for this one, it's a little self-indulgent, rambling about myself, but it made me smile. ❤️ Incredibly corny, but this is the kind of environment I think I've always been searching for online, but looked in all the wrong places. So, ughhhh. Finally.

[rebeccalouisaferguson]

"It Doesn't Come as a Shock" 

Ferguson spoke with Collider's Editor-in-Chief Steve Weintraub in advance of the finale, and offered her reaction to how Juliette must have been feeling when she realized the truth. It seems clear that the air may well truly be toxic outside, so she will be praying the tape securing her suit is working as it should.

"I mean, obviously it doesn't come as a shock," said Ferguson. "I knew it was coming. It was more, how are they going to set it up and how we were going to shoot it, and how do you sell everything that's happening? You know, the lie within the lie, what she sees, the fact that we were walking on one spot. They put a camera in my helmet, and I was kind of walking on a treadmill kind of thing. But, it's so grand, it's so huge." She went on to say:

"The fact that these people have been locked up and underground for 200 years, not knowing what an option is, and to act that, the vast ongoing view of the sky, of the horizon, there's so much in that. You know, a lot of people say, “How does she react to what she sees?” I don't think she understands what she sees. At this point, it's so overwhelming, and the stress of wondering if the tape is going to hold, I think that's enough."

Ferguson continued, "It's also, what is the truth? You know, you look at our world, and you sometimes think things that we see...I don't want to compare it in that sense. I want to believe that I'm much more astute in what's happening in the world than what they are, sadly enough, with the whispers and the spies in the walls. But I sometimes think, what's gonna happen in 50 years in the future, and we look at ourselves now and think, “How were we so dumb? Why did we believe that?” What are we believing now as a reality, you know? I'm fully a believer in questioning everything."

How Much is Left in the Tank? 

Silo is based on and adapted from the post-apocalyptic science-fiction series by Hugh Howey. The series commenced its journey in 2011 with the introduction of the short story "Wool," which eventually found its place in a novel bearing the same title, alongside four subsequent novellas. In addition to "Wool," the series encompasses "Shift," "Dust," three standalone short stories, and even a captivating graphic novel adaptation of the original narrative.

Ferguson confirmed that she knows everything that would happen in the series, having done her due diligence and read all of the required material. Not only that, when Weintraub asked about working with showrunner Graham Yost, Ferguson praised him for ensuring all 10 scripts for the season were done ahead of shooting, allowing for a smooth process, something she was keen on as an executive producer.

"I have read Dust, Shift and Wool. I've read all three books if that answers your question, and I shall not say anything else. I have all 10 scripts for the second season. We had the same when we started shooting Season 1. That's how Graham (Yost) works. That's what we have now for Season 2. You lock them in, you work with them. Yeah, all 10. And also, I believe as an EP I think I wanted to have the control over the character prior to signing on to things."

Ferguson went on to say, "To be honest, watching Graham work with his team—I mean, people put that EP hat on my head, and obviously I enjoy it, but it means nothing compared to the role of just studying Graham when he comes to set. He's a fantastic showrunner and also a team leader the way that he runs the writers’ room. It's magic what they do and how they convert this book into the TV show, the way that we can adapt it because it's so big. It's so huge, and he's managed to create this fantastic storyline that pulled me through. I mean, he's phenomenal. He's the most incredible mentor I've ever had in producing."

But that begs one last question—we've seen people panic and use up all their oxygen very quickly upon leaving the silo, so just exactly how much air is left in Juliette's tank on her back? Ferguson teased the answer to that question with: "Enough to take us to Season 2, maybe." Good thing Silo has already been renewed for another season.

[bersergner-blog]

Practice 1_4.3 - Post-Mortem

3D

Stadium

First I dove back into Maya and put together this very rough Stadium. I never ended up connecting the Play area with the Stadium outer as I decided to go into a different direction.

Armour

I then threw together some basic Pauldrons as I thought it would save me time drawing them consistently from different angles, but I also didn't end up using these designs.

Gun

I also had this idea for a Quad Barrelled shotgun but didn't end up having enough time to finish. While I didn't end up using any of these designs it did help me get back into practicing 3D and dusting off my Maya skills.

Characters

Since part of the appeal of the Arena Shooter is the vast and interesting skins to play as I really wanted to get the diversity of the future across.

I set out to getting a lot of ideas blocked out for different looks that could represent different nations. For example the Imperium have designs inspired by classic medieval knights (B & I), the Tribes have bone and fur inspired outfits (A & F), the Bandits have mercenary and biker inspired outfits (C & J), Bio Mechanical armour types such as (K & L) attach and exist in harmony with the host, the Necris are undead cultists and wear all sorts of strange Gear (G & D), There are also Rebels (H & E) as well as robots (M & others not pictured until the final image, as I was running short on time). I wish I would have had more time to develope these characters further as some do feel a little half baked and generic in the final image.

Composition

Initially my plan was to do two separate images for the coloured and the black & white submissions. The coloured one would be a piece of Key Art showing a 'Match in progress'. After getting feedback from my Tutor we agreed that an engaging image for the black and white would be gladiators entering the arena. So I put some basic compositions together, working as I went and cutting planning shorter than usual as I knew I had just about enough time for what I'd planned.

I then worked out how my characters would feature in the composition, adjusted it, added my light source and set to designing the characters as I filled them in.

I wanted to add elements in the four intersections of the rule of thirds but also keep the eye drawn to the center. So I created this whacky sort of triangle/rule of thirds composition. I'd seen vertical, horizontal and diagonal compositions but never a specifically triangular one, so I was excited to see if I could pull it off. I used some gears in the foreground to 'cut off' the bottom sides of the image as there were lines leading the viewer's attention off-image so I wanted to hem them in.

I tried and retried the lighting a few times, adding darker shadows here and there and changing the hue, as well as reworking the colour scheme of the background to a royal blue and gold which worked really well with the purple and orange lighting. I also added cinders in the foreground with varying degrees of gaussian blur to add some visual flair as well as fully designing the background in it's full edgy 90's Arena Shooter glory.

Finally I tweaked some lighting, added extra shadows, lightened the background for more depth and added some fiery haze behind the pyramid in the front to help the main subjects pop. I'm quite proud of the resulting composition although a day or two more of fine-tuning could have helped it really come together.

Final Pieces

As I had run out of time by this point I was unable to finish the second image and simply chose to flatten and convert this image to black and white but it actually makes the value shine even better than the colour image. Which I was not expecting.

All in all, I was very happy with how this project turned out.

[canary0]

June 25th - Dracula 2023

The morning light felt unspeakably beautiful this morning after yesterday’s events. That poor woman and child, and the one before, as well. Those women. Just… everything. With all of that, the sunlight seemed to light up my mind and heart like and a beacon and I felt a sudden drive. I need to take action while I have daylight.

I haven’t seen the Count during the day, and my problems always happen at night. The fact that the Count manipulated my sleep schedule to be awake at night seems all the more telling after everything. I have to assume that he also sleeps at night. I’d like to be able to get to his room to find out, but there’s no way.

… That’s not true, though, is it? There is a way. His way.

There’s no reason I shouldn’t be able to clamber down the walls. It’s risky – I don’t have his strength or… whatever else he has going on. I have four days left before the final letter date, though, so I don’t exactly have time to waste. I either die now or I wait around for the slaughter. I’d rather take my chances on the risk.

If I fail… Goodbye Mina. I love you more than words can say. Goodbye, Mr. Hawkins, my friend, mentor, and second father. Goodbye everyone.

–

I made it. I can hardly believe it.

I left my room via the window as soon as I was finished writing; I needed to go while the light was bright and bolstering my courage. There’s a narrow ledge around the building in and south, and unlike my room, that window doesn’t have bars. I was relieved to confirm what I’ve noticed before – the stones are large and rough, and the mortar has been washed pretty deep by rain and snow. Not great for structural integrity – and probably what happened to the broken walls I noticed higher up when I first arrived – but great for climbing. There were plenty of natural hand and footholds. I didn’t trust my boots to be able to fit the gaps, so I took them off to start my climb. I looked down once to make sure I wasn’t going to get vertigo and fall due to that, then hurried on my way.

It didn’t take long, and the window sill was wide enough that I could stand on it while I opened the window. I slid in, and, rather than the count, I found a room not unlike the one I found when I first encountered those women. It had a few odds and ends of things, but everything was covered in dust. It didn’t look lived in at all. There was no key around – hardly a surprise – but there was, of all things, a big pile of gold in the corner. Like everything else, it was dusty, and all of the coins looked incredibly old. I don’t know enough about coinage to be able to accurately date it, but it was in all sorts of languages of the surrounding regions, and the uneven stamping makes me think they must be at least a couple hundred years old.

There was a second door in there besides the locked one, and it led to a steep stairway that wound downward into darkness. I went carefully – the whole stairwell was only lit by medieval arrow slits. At the bottom was an arched masonry tunnel, and I could smell the scent of earth and death. I’ve never been interested in what putrescence smelled like, and if I never have to discover it again, it will be too soon.

I went down it, the smell intensifying as I went, and pull open a heavy, old door that was already partly cracked. The room beyond was something of a mystery. It was a chapel, of course, with its vaulted roof that was now broken and windows that must have been beautiful in their time. Now it seems to have been converted into a graveyard, complete with some old vaults in the back. Why would someone turn a chapel into the graveyard instead of having one outside of it, though? Why would the only entrance be that winding stairway? I even looked around the crumbling walls for an exit and there was nothing.

I did eye the broken ceiling and give some consideration to climbing the walls and using that as an escape, but the mortar wasn’t as bad inside, even with as little shelter as it has. Also of note, the boxes that had been brought in before were here now and filled with dirt from the graveyard/chapel. It explained the heavy scent of earth and rot I had picked up earlier.

I checked in the vaults for an exit, and while one just had dust and broken remains of coffins, the other contained another shock. In one of the now 50 boxes of dirt lay the Count. He was dead or asleep. His eyes were open, but they weren’t glazed over. His skin looked alive and lips were still very red. There was no breathing or pulse. The box’s cover was nearby, pierced with holes like a butterfly jar. I thought he might have the keys on him – no, he almost certainly did – but when I started to look, I caught his eyes. They hadn’t moved, yet the hate in them pierced me and I hurried off, back up here to my room.

I’m still breathing heavily as I write this. I need to think, but I can’t help but remember some advice I hard a long time ago – to always treat someone in a coma as if they can hear you.

(A/N: Happy Belated June 25th!

Sorry for the late posting!

Dating stuff is hard. Stoker. Be les confusing. My brain too dum.)

[saviorbook]

Magic

We're on day 2 of @fransweek guys. For this day, I decided to do witch Frisk with familiar Sans.

Frisk frantically looked at the clock and winced as the bell rang, signaling that she was late for summoning class. She shook her head as she continued to run down the halls, crossing her fingers and praying to the stars that a hall goblin wouldn’t see her. Luckily, her prayers were answered. Not so luckily, when she stepped into the classroom she was reminded that today was the familiar summoning test.

“Ah, Ms. Determia, I see you finally decided to join us. Take a seat; we were just discussing the different types of familiars.” The professor quickly turned to the rest of the class.

“As I was saying, there are three familiar types: animals, lesser deities, and ethereals. Animals are the most common type of familiar to summon and consist of, well, animals. These range from the basic cat to more extravagant creatures, like the phoenix.” He gestured to the bird that sat on the perch by his desk.

“Lesser deities are creatures like imps and fairies. These are less common than animal familiars but are still common enough that I expect to see a couple today. Lastly, are the ethereals. This category includes demons and angels. These familiars appear to only the most powerful of witches. I have my doubts that we’ll be seeing any ethereals today, but I could be wrong. There are plenty of powerful witches in my class.” He glanced around the room, before seeing that Frisk’s desk was empty.

“Ms. Determia, why don’t you be the first student to complete the test? I’ll give you one minute to gather your supplies.” A few of her classmates snickered and made comments concerning Frisk’s poor attempts at casting magic.

Frisk panicked, not paying any attention to the students around her. She started digging through her book bag, only pulling out a couple of ketchup packets and some blue sidewalk chalk (thank you babysitting jobs). She stepped up to the podium with her measly items, not confident that she conjure a dust bunny, let alone a familiar. Still, with her eyes closed, she drew a vigil, allowing her soul to guide her hands. To everyone’s shock, not only did this seem to work out well for her, but the chalk began to glow immediately, even without the offerings she had brought. She whispered a few words, thongs she wouldn’t remember later, and threw one of the ketchup packets into the vigil.

“sup, little witch. i’m happy to finally be summoned.” Frisk’s eyes slowly opened, and her jaw dropped.

She had just summoned a demon, and he was looking only at her. He looked very skeletal, as if the proportions of a human were converted to bone. Small horns protruded from, what was likely, the sphenoid bone. It was fairly difficult to pinpoint where exactly the horns grew from because his skull had no sutures but was smooth, as if it was just one piece. There was also a long tail made from bone that slowly snaked its way around Frisk’s ankle.

“while this staring contest is nice, i’d like to know my summoner’s name.” He leaned in close to her face; his breath smelled like he ate the ketchup she gave him.

“You don’t already know her name? How could you possibly be her familiar?” The professor was the first person to shake off the shock.

“it’s a simple request that any familiar would ask if they could. once a witch gets to be more in tune with their familiar, that familiar will ask for the witch’s name, if it didn’t get the name through context. luckily, i can speak your language, so i can ask now.” Frisk shook her head a little, still in slight shock.

“My name is Frisk. Do you have a name that you would prefer I used?” Her professor gaped at her.

“Ms. Determia, you should not entertain the lunatic notions of your familiar. You are the witch, it is a thing you use for your own benefit.” The demon’s tail twitched against Frisk’s ankle, making her realize it was there.

“Well, then I feel sorry for your familiar, professor. I can’t believe it feels very respected. I also doubt you’ve met an ethereal familiar if the things you’re saying are contradicting what he says. I completed the test and summoned my familiar. I don’t see a reason to stay here any further, so if you’ll excuse me.” She turned on her heels and exited the classroom, her new demon familiar in tow.

She didn’t stop at the hallway to the classroom, though. She walked all the way back to her dorm, knowing that she had nothing else to do for the rest of the day and that her roommate wouldn’t be back for at least another hour.

“thank you, for that. my name is sans, by the way.” He wasn’t looking at her, but she smiled back at him, regardless.

“You’re welcome. The things he said were cruel. I’m sorry you had to hear that.” He shook his head.

“there is absolutely no reason for you to be sorry. i could have discussed that with you in private. something tells me you would’ve been understanding.” She clenched her fists and groaned.

“Would you just let me apologize for my awful professor’s scummy behavior?! You shouldn’t have to discuss things in private with me. If you can speak in a way that I can understand, then you should talk to me whenever you want, okay?” He blinked and looked a bit taken aback.

“yeah. understood.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Okay, good. Now, let’s get into the fun stuff. What exactly can demon familiars do? How old are you? Did you know I was your witch before I summoned you? When you go back to where you were summoned from, do you have others you get to be around, or are you all alone?” She was looking at him a million more questions burning behind her eyes, but it did take him a minute before he caould come up with the answers, so she waited.

“well, i can do what any basic familiar can. i’m really here to protect you, assist you with spells, spy on others, if you choose. as an ethereal familiar, i get a few extra perks: i can get you certain ingredients that other familiars couldn’t, i’m able to produce powerful attacks that can immobilize enemies, and i can transport you places with the snap of a finger. i also have this little ability to see different types of soul bonds. i was created when you were born, so we’re the same age, twenty. i knew which soul i was bound to, but i didn’t know it was you. does that make sense? lastly, if you were to send me back, i wouldn’t be alone. there’s this dimension place that i would go to that contains other demons. any other questions?” She had grabbed a notepad and wrote everything down with fervor.

“I have so many more, but they can wait. I think I hear my roommate coming in.” The door unlocked, and a girl only slightly taller than Frisk came through, barely glanced at the skeleton demon, and collapsed onto her bed.

“Tough day?” The turned her head to actually look at Frisk and laughed a little.

“If you think giving the hall goblins pedicures for spray painting the gymnasium is a tough day, then yeah. Who’s the guy?” She gestured to Sans as her own familiar flopped on her back.

“Oh, this is Sans. He’s the familiar I summoned.” He lifted his hand in an awkward attempt to say hi.

“Yo, no way! You are not the girlie who grew a pair in order to dunk on the summons professor. I heard you literally had blue sidewalk chalk. How’d you even do that? Also, I totally heard that ethereal familiars can see soul links. What’s that like?” Her questions shifted between the pair.

“i can answer both questions. she summoned me by simply wanting me to appear. all of the other stuff is theatrics. as for the soul links question, it’s a bit complicated: some links appear crystal clear, others are cloudy, and each color means something entirely different. for instance, gray links are common among familiar bonds, and red links are for soulmates. i hope i explained that well enough.” The girl gave him a curt nod and plopped her head back onto mattress.

“Don’t mind Chara. Cleaning the hall goblins’ feet is one of the more disgusting punishments they have. She appreciated the answers, by the way. I did, too. How do I de-summon you? Is that rude to ask?” She cringed at her own questions as Sans chuckled in return.

“it’s not rude to ask a genuine question. eventually, i’ll just know when i’m not needed, but for now you just need to ask me to leave. i’ll take this as my cue to go, so take care little witch, and before you worry too much, getting me to come back is as simple as willing it to happen.” He winked at her, and he was gone.

Frisk smiled to herself before pulling out some of her assignments, and when Sans returned to his familiar dimension, he couldn’t help but thank the fates that his red string was connected to his little witch.

[dropkickspindle]

Finally getting around to photographing more of my fountain pen collection. Thoughts on these five inks/pens:

Faber-Castell Grip in Silver Glam, filled with Troublemaker Inks Petrichor: This pen is light and pleasant to use, with some fun texture that gives the grip its name. The color is really great, and I would not be opposed to buying it again in different colors, even though it only takes cartridges (I'm more of a converter or eyedropper filled kind of person, but YMMV). Petrichor is an amazingly lovely and subtle color. I've had trouble with mold growth in some of my other Troublemaker inks (which admittedly might have been my fault for filling my pen directly from the bottle), but the Petrichor is still going strong. I really love this ink! It can be hard to get ahold of but is well worth the wait.

TWSBI Eco in Cement Grey, filled with Diamine Shimmertastic in Moon Dust: The TWSBI Eco is a decent starter pen, and over the years I have bought it in several different colors over the years, but I'm starting to phase them out of my collection. There are just so many other pens out there to own! Still, the Eco gets the job done. Moon Dust is really lovely and satisfies my magpie urge for glitter.

Hongdian N7 "Moon Rabbit", filled with Kobe Ink #59 Gion Romance Gray: I LOVE Hongdian's pens! They're not really stocked in most stationery stores, but they're available off eBay if you don't mind a bit of a wait for the shipping to come through. The pen is a piston filler and has a decent heft to it, and the ink flow from the fine nib is nice and wet. I am also a sucker for the moon rabbit designs all over it. I have been really impressed with all of my Kobe inks, even if they are a bit on the pricey side. The Gion Romance Gray dries much lighter than it looks coming wet out of the pen.

Parker IM in Blue Gray, filled with Birmingham Pen Co Kyanite: I shelled out for the IM just to try out a Parker, and while it's a perfectly serviceable pen, they're more expensive and I didn't fall head over heels for this one. So this will probably be my only Parker. Nevertheless, the medium nib isn't too dry or scratchy, which I appreciate. Kyanite on the other hand I am in love with. My dear roommate got me this ink for Christmas a couple years back, and I've really enjoyed it. A standard ink, it's got subtlety and a little bit of flair with the blue tone.

Faber-Castell HEXO in Black, filled with Colorverse 50 States Chi-Town: I really enjoy this big bold nib, and the hexagonal barrel is very friendly to the hand. Would buy this pen again in another color for sure-- I have been very tempted by the dark blue. Chi-Town I got from my beloved Spousewife for my last birthday, as a symbol of our resolve to move to Chicago. We're actually working on making that move a reality now, just trying to sort out a job and an apartment, so it's a sweet memory. The ink is really lush and sparkly, and it looks amazing on the page. It's definitely a pain to clean out of a pen, but that's the price you pay for glitter inks.

[thasdorah]

I still think a lot about the fact xe’ra literally does not care who you are or what you do if you’re not following the path she thinks you should be following

Lothraxion knelt before the whirling power of the Mother of Light. "Hear my words. Lady Alleria Windrunner came back to save us, knowing that she would not be accepted here. Courage, honor, selflessness… these virtues still reside in her heart." Virtues count for nothing if you stray from the path the Light has chosen for you

like. she outright says idc how good she is i care she's not following the light. and this is also true in regards to how she deals with alleria and her ties to the void in general. it's not even you're messing with dangerous evil powers as much as it is you're not following the one right path.

Alleria Windrunner. Will you renounce the Void and pledge obedience to the Light? Alleria spoke without fear. "I will fight the Burning Legion until it is dust." Answer my question. "We walk different paths, but we are not enemies. I have seen it. I will join the Army of the Light in the final battle against the Legion, and together we will bring the demons down." No, Alleria. You will not. You will remain here, imprisoned, until you accept the path of righteousness once again. I will not allow you to taint what I have foreseen.

those are all from a thousand years of war. in game, she shows herself to be even more blatantly forceful in rejection of the gift, and all thoughout the quests where she insists on how things have to come to pass in exactly the way she believes is right, which once more demand that people be with the light. the fact alleria was left alive has more to do with her obsession with what she has seen than anything lothraxion or turalyon said - it's just that in the future she had seen, alleria was a part of the final battle against the legion, and killing her would change that as much as alleria's ties to the void.

i figure she reasoned alive alleria could still be converted. turalyon's conviction that alleria would come back to the light probably only served to strengthen that, which is why after looking into his heart she offers allera the chance to forsake the void, and when she refuses, xe'ra imprisons her instead of killing her.

and there's also the fact whatever appreciation she held for turalyon, if it was sincere at any point at all, is not significant enough at this point. he's a pawn; his pleading alone would have amounted to nothing. before alleria goes back, there's this part that makes it clear:

Turalyon wearily walked deep into the Xenedar to find Xe'ra. He would tell her of his failure. And he would hear nothing in return. She had foretold that the champions fighting on Azeroth were the only hope of defeating the Burning Legion. Her mind was utterly focused on helping them fend off the invasion.

all of that is part of why i see alleria's imprisonment the way i do. we're never given specifics, but i find it really difficult to believe considering all we see of her that xe'ra would just have locked her up and left her be expecting that alone would lead to a change of heart. when faced with the threat of death, still alleria didn't change her mind. alleria not only sought the power of a rival force, she outright disobeyed the naaru's commands and defied the vision she's so obsessed with.

xe'ra is forceful and completely obsessed with the future she thinks is right, and like I said, alleria consorting with the void does not fit in with it. she would try to force alleria to change with more than just locking her up. by which i mean to say i do believe some level of torture happened. physically, it wouldn't be difficult to use pain against alleria when contact with the light causes her severe pain. but alleria is very tough when it comes to resisting physical harm, as seen in:

The apprentice inquisitor floated above his dais, looming over Alleria as the bonds of fel magic sent needles of pain shooting through her mind. "Tell me how to find the Xenedar or you will suffer for all eternity." The Burning Legion had shown such creativity in its torments when Alleria first arrived on Niskara. The demons were expert interrogators, capable of inventive ways of cracking open defiant wills. There had been moments when she had genuinely feared she might succumb to the agony… or at the very least, let slip that she had wanted to be brought to this prison. But this? This was downright lazy. It was hard to conceal her contempt. The high inquisitor had talent for his craft. This apprentice had no imagination.

I can see some sort of let's use the light to burn this taint from you thing going on. I think it would have included some degree of psychological torment as well, and that xe'ra, knowing how much alleria loves arator, may have tried to use that too. she likely would have worsened alleria’s guilt, as well as tried to instill in her the belief she’d be unworthy of any sort of kindness for as long as she was tainted by the void, though I think ultimately xe'ra is too violent in her approaches when denied to have really focused on that. I think she’d have gone the physical route more often than not, although that would be what alleria would resist the most easily.

and i think the reason why she never did go all the way is simply alleria (and the void) would fight to death before giving in to the light. the fel is not a polar opposite in the same way shadow is to light. i just think it wouldn't be easy for a living being to endure being purged of either force by the other and living (and alleria being kept alive was important for xe'ra's vision).

who among the crew of the xenedar would now is up in the air. alleria wouldn't speak of it. she wouldn't feel safe enough to say anything against xe'ra in the xenedar, knowing that even if the naaru herself didn’t do anything there was a army of her devoted followers around; and she wouldn’t feel safe enough to trust turalyon to believe and stand with her no matter what, considering he didn't speak against her imprisonment, only against her being killed.