#i know i know no art for months and then like three uploads in 2 days

[ninjasmudge]

look i know its ooc but what if marcille could get a little silly with it

[szynkaaa]

Hi, I just read your story on AO3 and I loved it a lot but it also left me with a lot of questions about Oz and his relationship with Sun Wukong, especially the part where you mentioned that Oz after recovering the relics couldn't return to his world but at the end it gives the impression that she is no longer with him and at the beginning you also mentioned that this isn't a fanfic as such but like a diary or letters that she left him and that's eating my head in a good way that I need answers 😆😆😆😆 By the way, I know this is a bit long but I really love your content, your art, and your writing 😆☺️😊🥰

would you believe me if I said I came up with the idea to add those paragraphs at the end of each stories to make it sound like they are not together anymore literally as I was uploading my fic to AO3 LMFAO

ok ok, since I'm not an eloquent writer and will enver write a fully fledged fic, I will just spoil the ending of my non-existing story.

Basically after Black Myth Wukong story line, Oz did not manage to go home like she thought she would after helping DO. I've also mentioned that her ancestor were part of the Celestial Court but got fucked over by the court, so "book 2" of my AU would be SWK and Oz dealing with the Celestial Court, trying to figure out what what the fuck happened.

Everyone is like trying to use Oz as a scapegoat for the shit her ancestors did. She's just like, I wanna live my life and idc what my ancestors did that was like over 1000 years go for me. but 1000 year in celestial court is like 83 years ago in celestial heaven time, so like not thaaaat long ago for them. WW2 is for us like 80 years ago. it's a long time ago but also not really. people who lived through the war are still alive. So anyway, court wants her to serve them again like her ancestor did, or die I guess. reason is tied to some power that flows in Oz because of her ancestor, which I do plan to explain in another post at some point.

something something happens, where either Oz has no choice but to return to her homeworld, oooor someone from the Celestial Court forcibly sends her back. If you watched Barbie the nutcracker, the same shit the rat king pulled on Clara. Or maybe even SWK pushed her through a portal to send her to safety.

also in my AU, time flows differently between the Oz's world and SWK world. A day can pass in her world, and it could be few weeks or months or even years in SWK world.

ALSO important thing is SWK at some point gives Oz a ring made from the birthstone, like he found rock pieces and asked Yin Tiger to make him a ring ("I'm not that kind of smith, monkey"). Traditional Chinese Wedding does not include an engagement ring, but SWK was there when Oz was explaining to monkey kids how wedding traditione worked in her world, and he loves her so he made the ring, gave it to her when confessing to her.

She still has the ring when she went back to her world, and there it's like not much time has passed, maybe a week at most. She still made it to her Taylor Swift concert.

Time pass, maybe like three years or so. She never stopped thinking about SWK, and tried to find way to get back but couldn't. maybe the portal got severed idk. and then something something happens (which I will need to think about), where one day the ring on her finger felt warm and she was able to return to Mount Huaguo, landing where the birthstone stood on the mountain.

I think like 100 years passed in that world, where SWK never stopped visiting the birthstone place, where Oz also went back to her world.

Here is a comic I made of their sweet sweet reunion:

She's wearing a fancy red dress because she was attending some fancy event before she was able to return to SWK. But also traditionally the bride and groom wore red in a Chinese wedding, so her wearing the red dress when she is reunited with SWK after all those years is a symbol for that they are finally able to be together and live their happily ever after. it's also symbolism for Oz.

Before that, depsite SWK confession and basically proposal, she has a bit of commitment / abandoment issues from her parents divorce, so yknow they didn't get married before that. but it is very clear to anyone that they both loved each other.

so yeah. Sorry for the long post LOL i get super excited talking about my problem children. there is angst and implication that Oz will be gone but ultimately it ends on a happy note.

[partnersincrimesuau]

PARTNERS IN CRIME - Stevinel SU Fan Comic Chapter 3: Tools for Trade Page No. 11

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Someone’s a bit jumpy! It’s not like anyone’s gonna hear that little noise anyway, but it’s the silence of everything that’s getting to Spinel now… and it genuinely doesn’t seem like there are millions of gems in the city anymore. Looks like we’re in the clear!!!

(Yes i know i said i'd upload this page three weeks ago. in my defense it genuinely still feels like it IS three weeks ago. APPARENTLY WE'RE IN NOVEMBER??? WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN??? Anyways uhhh yeah I'm alive and well!!! :D I've got a lot of FNAF art clogging up my iPad so i'll be uploading some of that soon, and also another mini announcement, I got a professional microphone yesterday so I'm another step closer to starting my YouTube channel!!! :D That's my little Jinxy update for the month, thanks again for reading <333)

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[vladdyissues]

It's so cute that you uploaded some puffy, you're so kind 😭💞

But I have a question, why did they even block his account? How does Tumblr block an account? He didn't upload anything bad [?]

To the best of my knowledge—and I say this because I did not see every single one of Puffy's posts—Puffy did everything that Tumblr requires when it comes to posting "mature" artwork. She tagged her posts, used Community Labels, cropped and/or censored thumbnails, and made use of the "Read More" option. She was bolder than me when it came to posting certain art styles and speaking unabashedly, but that's a difference in personality. Puffy is a free spirit, incredibly witty, and absolutely hilarious. I'm old and crotchety and try to avoid drama if I can help it—not to say that Puffy in any way invited or deserved termination. She did not.

But she was no match for a targeted mass-reporting campaign. And, unfortunately, there's no way to know just how many people were involved or how much harassment she's been receiving since she joined Tumblr. I know there were at least three asks, likely more, and one rude comment left on one of her artworks early on.

But Tumblr has a poor track record when it comes to making decisions and meting out justice. They don't typically perform thorough investigations, they panic when they see certain words, and they're also prone to outrageous hypocrisy—like the fact that gifs of graphic, live-action porn somehow still manage to survive on this site after 10 years and a purge that cost the company a billion dollars in value, and how they claim to be "the queerest place on the internet" while simultaneously alienating and fostering a hostile environment for the queer artists who are largely responsible for Tumblr's success. Porn and spam bots run amok, but the blogs of marginalized people and artists are first on the chopping block.

I myself have had blogs deleted for lesser reasons. A couple years ago I created a "ship week" event blog, which was deleted simply because at one point in the TV show, one of the characters in the ship was a minor. The blog posted G-rated prompts. It was text-based with completely worksafe header graphics. It didn't endorse any age ranges, but left that up to the discrimination of the participants. The participants complied with Tumblr's TOS if they posted 18+ content, cropping images, using Community Labels and such. Everything adhered strictly to Tumblr's guidelines.

But I was the target for a lot of hatred from the rest of the fandom. They hated my guts because I shipped "the wrong ship"—because it was a gay ship, because it upset the canon heterosexual ship that one of the characters was in, because I wasn't sniveling in fear whenever they sent me hateful asks, because I refused to be bullied or shamed. They went after us because we were a tiny group of fans, easy to target and eradicate. Disgusting behavior, really.

I tried to appeal the deletion, but I never heard back from Tumblr. Fine. I moved the event to another platform (and it looked much better there, too), and that was that.

In short, Tumblr would rather delete a hundred innocent blogs out of fear of offending their ad sponsors rather than 1) investigate the claims made against the blog, or 2) give the blog owner a chance to delete the offending content.

One final thing:

Last month, around 17 June 2024, several Pompep fans on Tumblr received anywhere between 1-3 anonymous asks telling us to kill ourselves or "get raped".

Over cartoon characters.

It's a sad state of things when there's more sympathy, respect and agency given to drawings of fictional lines than living, breathing people.

[igottatho]

I hope if you’re able to donate, even as little as $1 or $5, please do. DM me and I will send you a sticker or magnet, with no charge on shipping. If you're able to donate more, from $15 - $50, I will compensate you with a piece of artwork, of your choice. Below you can find links to the various categories.

If you exceed $50 in your donation, I will create something custom for you. This can be fanart, something in my style, a Pet Portrait, a D&D campaign map -- I am open to trying anything!

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I’ve started a GoFundMe for my friend Mohammad and his family. After many months of learning, stressing, crying and advocating for Palestine… I became engaged in conversation with Mohammed Ahmed Abu Alwan. We’ve been speaking for a few weeks and learned a bit about one another. After some rapport had been developed, Mohammad asked me to help him start a Go Fund Me for him and his family. I agreed, not realizing how much I was undertaking. I don’t regret it - if I can get even one family to safety it is worth it.

Mohammad is 30 years old, and earned a Bachelors in Interior decoration and engineering - what we might call carpentry and interior design, he does it all - at the Al-Aqsa University in Gaza. The university is now destroyed, along with the Alwan families home and livelihood. They lived in occupied Gaza, Rafah, in the Al-Geneina neighborhood, with their small girl (now 3 years old), when the “war” began and have been displaced many times. Four months ago, Mohammad’s wife Samar (26) gave birth to 2 twin boys; the twins were born into a war zone and have never known their home. Samar is now caring for three children, two of them infants, while Mohammad attempts to find clean water, food, sanitary supplies, and safety.

Mohammad hopes to bring his family from Rafah into Egypt and then on to Europe, where he will pursue more work in home-building, to support his young family. He wishes for all of his children to receive educations and a safe, secure future.

As many of you know that to cross the border into Egypt costs ~$5,000 per person. Accordingly, for Mohammad, Samar and the children of the Alwan Family, I have created this Go Fund Me at $25,000. It’s been active for a day and we have raised $100 so far.

If you’re not able to donate - I truly understand, this is a very hard time to afford the necessities of life. Please consider boosting this go fund me post; you never know who might see it and be able to make that little bit of difference.

On tumblr / TikTok, I’ll be posting more artwork with this Go Fund Me in the post script - in hopes of exposing them to as many people as possible. At my local market I also have a flier displayed for donations & anyone who donates will be entitled to some of my artwork.

Please DM me w/ screenshots of your donation & where you’d like me to send your merchandise, and I will send it asap!

Thank for you reading thus far, and may we someday soon have a Free Palestine.

*If you make a sizable donation, I may be able & willing for commissioned art. I will NOT draw anything NSFW, but I am fine w/ couples of any kind, fanart from any fandom (provided I can access reference materials), or even non-fandom art created in my surreal style. *

*I will be adding more fanart (from Fallout specifically) when I am able to get things scanned and uploaded.

Let's Free Palestine today.

[jabesa0]

Hii I amabsoloutly inlove eith your artstyle.

can I ask a few questions? :<

how lomg does your deawings usually take? and do you have any speedpaints,,, uploaded somewbere... for studying purposes

your drawings makr me want to to back to lineless art lol. and not take it so hard on myself.....

Hi there!! Unfortunately I don’t have any speedpaints seeing as I stop drawing while I’m working on my stuff cuz I get distracted easily 😭😭 so if I did you’d just have big periods where nothings happening LOL usually I post process shots on my personal irl server after each drawing session just so I can see how far along I am but that’s about it!

Also I fully support lineless!! I don’t do any lineart (clearly LOL) and it’s more fun to just paint over your sketch and make as you go!! And yeah don’t be so hard on yourself anon! Art is hard and shit takes time, so whether you take a few days on a piece or months I think you should be proud that you actually made something, even if it’s just for yourself :)!!

As for the question of how long I take on my drawings:

(More under the cut!)

As for how long it takes me to make drawings, I’d say it varies like this purple mammon I recently posted took a month but that’s because I had lots of final school work to do and I got sick twice during that time 💀💀 but this three pose page I did as a commission:

This one took me 9 days which is crazy when I think abt it actually cause there’s way more happening but yeah!!

This mammon in the back dress as well took about five days!! So to give you an estimate I’d say anywhere from 1 to 4 weeks? Most mammons I do usually end up being on the lower half of that range! Outside circumstances may make it vary but that’s usually the time it takes!!

Oh and I’d like to add that I usually am a night owl and only start working till around the evening times when I draw!! So when I say days I don’t mean like I spend d all day over my tablet, I don’t think that’d be very good for your health anyways 🤕🤕 take breaks yall play a game you like or watch something on YouTube!!! Don’t spend all your time working lest you burn out!!

I’m gonna be real with all of you, cause my friends make fun of me for it ALL THE TIME LOL but the largest majority of mammon drawing time is like 80% redrawing the face over and over and 20% the rest give or take. I drive myself crazy drawing mammon faces cause I need it to be perfect cause it’s mammon so when it’s not “perfect” I keep working at it and I don’t move on until it is 💀💀 my friends notice a cycle where it’s like:

“You guys I have such a fire idea for a mammon drawing” (makes sketch and flats in like 10 mins) —> (starts face) “wait you guys this face is kinda good maybe I won’t spend fifty years on it :D” —> “eehhhhhhgh okay face not looking good lemme see if I can tweak it” —> “okay face need to be redone.” —> “I decided against redoing it I’m just gonna fix what I have” —> “we gotta throw the whole idea out and start again.” —> “wait you guys I think I did it the face looks good asf was I crying for nothing before??” (They tell me yes I always do) —> (I move on from the face) —> (the rest is completed within 2-4 days) —> Done!

It’s stupid as hell I know LOL but when it comes to mammon if i don’t make him as best as I can I don’t feel like I do him justice. The things we do for love, right?

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies! A couple about daily posting, some about twst boys.

Anonymous asked:

I hope you don’t feel rushed to post every alternate day. It’s your blog, and if you ever want to take breaks, please take as much time as you want! Always prioritise yourself first! Anyway, that aside, thank you for bestowing upon this fandom such incredible work!

Thank you so much, Anon! This is very sweet, I am very happy to hear that!

Don’t worry about it: we love this blog too much to let ourselves get burnt out by it, so whenever we’ll need it, we’ll take breaks or skip days. Fortunately, you guys are very understanding of our circumstances, so it’s all good <3

Anonymous asked:

I did see the tail post (though I had to check twt before realizing it was a tail... I didn't see the caption.) You just tend to upload multiple times every day (now that I think about it, how do you work with all the art? I want a job with that much free time! ...Sleep is important despite what Idia would say) so I was worried. Glad to know your ok!

-(Overly(?)-)Anxious Anon

P.S. Sorry if I asked to many personal questions: boundaries are not my strong suit. Feel free to ignore them, and please tell me if I make you uncomfortable. I really like your work, and I would hate to make you feel uncomfortable by asking something too personal.

It's okay, Anon; I understand! It must be weird when someone who posts multiple times per day suddenly doesn't post anything, but it really isn't anything to be worried about. It also still feels a little bit weird to skip even a day after that twitter thing that happened in May on my fucking birthday. It was a month-long forced break, and it still haunts us lol Your questions and concerns are perfectly fine and not out of any boundaries.

I draw a lot and pretty much all the time: I start the day by drawing for work (commissions and such, up to six hours), then I take a break to write replies (one hour, or sometimes more, on weekends it can go up to two), then I prepare something for us to post (2-3 hours) + draw for fun for the rest of the day. I also have long sketching sessions whenever I can, and it usually results with a bunch of simple sketches. And we always end up having some stuff to post. Well, usually it’s too much stuff lol Fortunately, I don’t have to ever think about what to post because Katsu does pretty much 100% of our posting. Because of that, I can focus on what I love to do most – you guessed it, drawing. I can’t stress enough how much it helps me out woah.

We usually post replies at around tea time in our time zone (well, Katsu’s), and we post my art ~three hours before going to bed, so to us, this posting feels like once a day. Things for ko-fi and my private twitter are posted in the morning, but if ko-fi posts are twice per day, then one of them is in the evening for us... It’s a lot to keep in mind lol But sometimes we have a couple of things to post, ofc, so these go an hour before our usual posting time so that we won’t replace it with something fewer people are going to like. This is why I said that it helps me out a lot...

I am pretty sure that I am an obsessive weirdo when it comes to drawing, but to be honest, I’ve always been this way. Don’t worry though, I take good care of myself and after a certain point stop drawing for the day; plus, I never draw when I’m tired, and I would never force myself when my back or hand hurt (that doesn’t really happen btw).

And I know that we probably won’t be able to post twst every day for the rest of our lives (for starters, we won’t be into twst forever, as sad as it is…), but for now we can and we’re having fun with it, so I’m very happy about it! Thank you for enjoying our stuff; I say it all the time, but I mean it.

It’s going to sound cheesy, but for now I feel very happy and lucky to be able to draw so much and post so often. With the help of people around me (especially Katsu), with your support, it’s been really great. I want to keep doing it while it lasts and while I can.

Anonymous asked:

Yes, I’d like his number. But considering how old he is maybe smoke signals are more up his valley

(this is about Lilia)

Apparently he likes written letters, Anon, so maybe it will work just as nicely lol

Anonymous asked:

Great. I now low-key ship desperate/thirsty ghost and rook

Well, let’s be honest. Rook would.

[akseedragon713]

DadGiri Week

Hello and welcome! If you don’t know me, I’m AkseeDragon. 

This event is specifically for fanfiction and fanart of the Parental relationship between Kurogiri|Shirakumo Oboro towards Shigaraki Tomura|Shimura Tenko. Angst, fluff, crack, whump, whatever you feel like creating is welcome. Submissions can be about Kurogiri and Shigaraki, Oboro and Tenko, Oboro and Shigaraki, or whichever way you want to mix and match their identities! Date

This event will take place for seven days over the dates of March 12th through the 18th! You have one month to prepare!

Prompts

Day 1: Video Games

Day 2: Solutions for Decay

Day 3: When They Were Young

Day 4: Experimentation

Day 5: Secrets 

Day 6: The One Who Protects

Day 7: A League (of Villains) of Their Own

Prizes

I am offering Two Prizes for this event!

For the winner of the fan fiction category, I will do my best to draw artwork of the submitted fic! [Up to three characters, haha.]

For the winner of the art category, I will do my best to write a short story inspired by their art!

Note that, while you can submit for multiple days, only one story and one artwork will be picked as the prize-winner(s) for the whole week, and one person can not win both prizes.

Rules

When uploading to tumblr, please use the tag #aksee dadgiri week and be sure to tag me at either @akseedragon713 or my side blog @akseedragon so I can see your submissions! They won’t be eligible for the prizes otherwise!

You don’t have to complete all the prompts! You can submit however many you wish

You can use the prompts after the event ends, but you will not be eligible for the prizes

Other Characters and Ships are allowed as long as they are in the background, and the main focus is between Familial Platonic Kurogiri|Shirakumo Oboro and Shigaraki Tomura|Shimura Tenko. 

For the Writers

The Minimum word count for fics to be qualified for the prize is 1000 words. No maximum!

When submitting your writing, you have the option to add it to an ao3 collection for the event if you wish! The link for it is here!

For the Artists

Art can be just line art or fully colored! 

Sketches can be submitted but will not be qualified for the prize. [I would love to see and reblog them regardless!]

If you have any questions, don’t be afraid to ask in the comments or send me a message!

[not-terezi-pyrope]

How did you get into AI (and maybe compsci more generally)? I'm curious in part to know more about your background, but also because I'm interested in getting into it as well

Huh, big question.

Well, I got into compsci via programming and pretty young. I mean, I was always interested in computers as that's the field my dad works in and his excitement for games and hardware transferred. I was particularly into source engine games from his influence, which lead to me being super obsessed with Garry's Mod when I was 10, and when I was 11-12 ish I discovered the "wiremod" logic mod for that, and was instantly entranced building robots and mini-computers in game. Initially that was by hooking up discrete logic gates, but then I discovered that there was an entire full-featured programming language built into the mod as well, and teaching myself that while playing the game after school was how I learned to program.

I wanted to take that to some non-gmod contexts as well, and so I learned a bit of Java via "Greenfoot", which was/is(?) a library and web community for building little 2D Java games, popular with kids and teens. I actually won an iPod in a Greenfoot coding contest when I was 13. I carried that interest in programming through school, where I did computer science at GCSE and AS levels, then after a brief foray at studying film for less than 6 months, picked up programming as a proper hobby again when I was 19, and went to do a Computer Science degree because I was transparently so much better at programming than I was any of my arts stuff, lol. It's uniquely compelling and fits right in my brain the way nothing else does.

The AI interest mostly comes from fiction, again from pretty young. Portal (another source engine game) was one of my favourite games as a teenager, and I spent a while in Garry's Mod building my own automatons and autonomous robots, and creating wiremod bots that could talk in chat, respond to commands, do some basic statistical language analysis, pretty much figuring it out just off the top of my head.

That interest in artificial intelligence lead to me following the field pretty loosely for a while, and I discovered transhumanist thought in my late teens, and was interested in simulating cognition more specifically as it related to subjects like mind uploads, but I didn't get super into AI as a discipline until I discovered the first online GPT-2 demo in 2018 and read the associated papers. I was like, "oh, fuck. This is like nothing we've ever had before, this is going to change the world, I am fascinated by this and I should try to get in on this now". That lead to me focusing on AI for my undergraduate thesis and then later for my master's degree. I would be working in AI now, if I hadn't entirely failed to find any good roles, and also, if I am honest, if the online conversation around and backlash to LLMs and so forth hadn't soured a lot of my initial enthusiasm, which makes it hard to stay fully up to date with the field. My current job is more general IT work with some programming sprinkled in.

Because the sad thing is I was absolutely right, three years before anyone outside of computer science noticed, in predicting that attention transformers were going to completely upend the tech field and how we interact with computers. What I got wrong in my naivety was thinking that people would respond to that in a good way. Instead it's mostly been distrust and revulsion, which in some respects is understandable, and in others is really sad, especially given the potential that was and is still there. But I worry that this idea that AI is the domain of conniving capitalist techbros is fast becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy as everyone who genuinely cares about social issues (I count myself among them) is driven by an almost overwhelming tide to divest themselves from anything that has the whiff of a neural net about it.

I am at least partially resisting for now.

[jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae]

Got7 as Newly Weds

Hello, everyone. Post two of today. I got a two part post so I decided to just upload both pieces today. It turned out really cute and I hope you all like it. As always, if there's anything you want to see, let me know! Send me whatever requests you might have!

Request: what's it like being newlyweds?

Mark

Mark would be cute and fluffy. He’s so excited to have you all to himself once the wedding is over. He’s the type to constantly call you his wife while you’re alone, just because he’s excited that it’s a reality. Your honeymoon would be all kinds of fun activities for you to do together. Anything from amusement parks to snorkeling and other fun adventures.

2. Jay B

Being married makes Jay B more confident. I’m honestly not sure if you guys will be leaving the bedroom much on your first few days of your honeymoon. Your outings would be cute and calm outings, aquariums, art museums, and zoos. Things that are experiences.

3. Jackson

Jackson is the most excited possible. He would be all over you and wherever you went for your honeymoon, neither of you is driving. You’re the pair that is making the driver uncomfortable because you’re making out in the backseat. The carefree couple that could disappear at the drop of a hat if you have no obligations the next day and no schedule.

4. Jinyoung

Jinyoung would seem exactly the same as usual in public, but he would be so soft for you when it’s just the two of you. Your honeymoon would be a long affair. You’re the ones disappearing for three months and no one knows where you went but you came back and some point and acted like nothing happened. You experience a ton of new experiences and moments.

5. Youngjae

Youngjae is the one who probably cried at the wedding so he’s the most happy possible about your new marriage. Your honeymoon isn’t really planned, you decide everything you want to do at the spur of a moment. You just get on the first available plane and go somewhere and live out a new adventure.

6. BamBam

BamBam is the one who planned your wedding. You thought you would plan it but party planner BamBam took over and he has made the most extravagant wedding possible. The honeymoon is just the same, simply because you won’t be leaving your hotel room so it better be the best.

7. Yugyeom

Yugyeom is so blushy and almost in shock. He would have a list of everything you need to do for your honeymoon but it’s a long enough list that it really becomes more of a bucket list that you live the rest of your lives by. You would be going places neither of you have ever been. He wants everything you do together to be new and exciting.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Send me any requests you might have!

[scalamore]

Fanbook + Season 3 End update!

Firstly, thank you so much to everyone who helped contribute to the fanbook with their messages and fanart. It was safely delivered, and Hayeon-nim, the artist, absolutely loved it! She was speechless and didn't have much to say. We were able to collect 16 messages and 5 artists/fanarts from 10 different countries!

Being a webtoon artist is a very tough job in Korea (or anywhere really), but is especially cutthroat in Korea. Artists are always under pressure to work hard and deliver high-quality work, and oftentimes they rarely see any nice comments about their art, only the comments if their art is weird or off-model. Their main audience, is of course South Korean citizens. But what about international fans? We still exist and also love her work. So this project, aimed to spread happiness to Hayeon-nim is a success!! :) So, the interesting thing is, (that I have no basis for, but is a nice thought), is I think she was so moved by our encouragement, that she delayed posting Ch 117. I was informed she received the package on Wed 11/8, and that same day an announcement was posted on KKP that had three pieces of information: 1) Ch 117 would be released on 11/11 at 10pm with something extra for the readers to celebrate the season 3 end, 2) the 3-Damu event (can read a chapter for free every 3 hours, excluding the 10 most recent chapters) for the next 2 months and 3) Season 4 was greenlit. While I made a post about the season 4 confirmation, I didn't notice at the time there was a date change, because the way they announce releases is kinda weird. Like, YM is a "Saturday" series but it's released Friday night at 10pm, and has always been like that. Also I don't look at dates, because it's always been "Friday morning" in my time zone haha.

So on Friday, I check at the usual time and noticed there was no chapter release; no announcement on DAON Updates on twitter, and Hayeon-nim didn't make an announcement either. So going back to the announcement on 11/8 it said something interesting: <YM> will finish up season 3 with episode 117. Readers, please look forward to the end of Season 3, updated Nov 11 at 10pm. Interesting.

I thought it was interesting in the sense that while unexpected hiatuses/chapter delays are common and can happen anytime, the language is what was different. Usually it's written like "Sorry for the delay", "Sorry for the wrong upload." "Sorry for the delay of unavoidable issues". But here, they specifically said the delay was for "something special". HMMMM.

The series hasn't had any production delays, and one day usually won't address it? so probably not that. As I predicted, this chapter would be the Rupelali reunion and us meeting "black bread guy (Rupert)". I had no idea what the "something special" could be, because the long-awaited RupeLali hug would be in 118... in like 5+ months haha. So maybe a manhwa original Rupelali hug??? but where would that fit in?? no idea.

The next morning, yeah nothing unexpectedly special in the chapter. so I went back to sleep HAHAH, it's too early my time ok.

Then I'm woken up again by my buddies who saw the "bonus" - her thank you art for the fan gift! KYAAAA. The message says "Thank you! Wish us luck we’ll be back for the final season! <-- something likes this

*It's a picture of Rupelali on a date, with her holding a copy of the fanbook and grabbing his arm, is happy, and he's blushing and bashful* !!!

!!! This is so sweet of her?? She's super busy, ready for her well-deserved break and she had time to draw a bonus art for her fans instead of resting? T^T. She went out of her way, knowing that fans just suffered 3 months of a Rupelali drought, and an upcoming 5+ months of more drought, and gifted us with this wonderful bit of cuteness to tide us over until Season 4 returns? Unbelievable. So again,

Thank you to everyone who contributed to the fanbook, you made the artist super happy :D. Thanks for spreading happiness ~!

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Timing pt. 2

This is unedited and fresh off the oven. I uploaded this as soon as I finished writing it so I will end up editing it later on.

A part 2 for timing was highly requested so here you guys go!

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Part 1

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Steve wasn’t sure how it was possible but he fell in love with Y/N more everyday than he had ever loved her.

She wasn’t exactly the same as Steve remembered her to be. She smiled less than the Y/N of the past but laughed louder than the Y/N of the past. Whenever Steve looked at her, he was suddenly reminded of art. She was a beautiful gothic painting. Despite the rich reds and cheerful yellows that seemed to emanate from Y/N, one couldn’t help but imagine a witch burning on a pyre under vast endless sky.

There was a darkness about her, one she didn’t have before but somehow, it made Steve love her even more. It reminded him that the Y/N of his past was not the Y/N of his present. She’d changed too, as fundamentally as Bucky and Steve was changed. 

She wasn’t the same tough girl who could run circles around Bucky in a boxing ring. She wasn’t the same caring Red Cross nurse who could sit for hours at her patient’s bedside like she once use to be able to do. She was just Y/N. Y/N who worked for an NGO providing access to clean water in hard to reach places. Y/N who spent her Saturdays volunteering at the soup kitchen. Y/N who became a big sister for at risk youth. Y/N who now enjoyed cooking and baking as a hobby.

After the team learned about Y/N, they’d spent the past few months looking into it. Bruce and Tony considered things from a scientific standpoint while Steven, Wanda and Thor considered it from a magical standpoint. It meant Y/N spent a lot of time with the Avengers, though she wasn’t aware of the why.

In truth, Steve didn’t care. He didn’t care how or why Y/N was here so long as she was here with him. She could be a curse from the devil himself and Steve would love her like a miracle.

“Sometimes, I think Bucky doesn’t like me,” Y/N said into the quiet air of midnight. They were cocooned in Steve’s bed, her body pressed against his own, their legs tangled up in blankets. Steve’s hand were curled around Y/N’s, her face inches away from his own, her hair spilling behind her like a stream. The only light that illuminated her face was faint and it came from the lights of the city that peeked through his wiondow. She look beautiful, ethereal,  so much so that for a moment, Steve’s mind drew a blank at what Y/N had been saying.

“What?” Steve asked dumbly, his voice a little awestruck. Y/N didn’t seem to notice though, too wrapped up in her own thoughts.

Her brows crinkled into a frown as she carefully considered her next words. “I don’t know. He just stares at me so intently sometimes. Sometimes I think, he might not like me.”

Now it was Steve’s turn to frown. “You think Bucky doesn’t like you?”

Y/N lifted a shoulder as she bit the inside of her cheek. Steve had a feeling that Y/N had to gather her courage to tell him that. He pulled her close, placing a soft kiss on her forehead that her eyes fluttering.

“Bucky doesn’t hate you,” Steve said when he pulled away. Truthfully, Bucky always had a bit of a staring problem since he stopped becoming the Winter Soldier but it became exasperated by Y/N. Steve couldn’t really blame Bucky though. Bucky confessed that he was mesmerized by Y/N’s face and every time the three of them hung out, it was as if no time had passed. The trio was still as chaotic as they were before.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I know him. Trust me, he stares at everyone that way.”

“You’re sure? You’re not just saying that to be nice?”

Steve chuckled. “Yes. I’m sure. In fact, Bucky doesn’t laugh as much as when he’s with you.”

She grinned then, her eyebrows smoothening. Her whole face seemed to light up when she smiled, reminiscent of the way the Y/N of his past use to smile at him. “Well, if Mr. Rogers says so, I guess I have nothing to worry about.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. She’d gotten into the habit of calling him ‘Mr. Rogers’ after Steve revealed that he didn’t like being called Mr. Rogers because it made him feel old. Though there were many things different about Y/N, one thing stayed the same. She still loved teasing Steve.

But he would endure anything and everything to be with Y/N. Even if it meant he would occasionally have to be called Mr. Rogers by the love of his life.

Eventually, Y/N’s breathing deepened, her eyes closing as her face relaxed into sleep.

His mind flitted to what Y/N said. 

Bucky was just as surprised as Steve was when he saw Y/N. He knew Bucky. He considered Y/N a miracle as much as Steve did.

And though Steve knew that Bucky was happy for him and Y/N, it still didn’t stop his best  friend from wondering.

While Steve didn’t care why or how Y/N came about, Bucky did. He cared a whole lot.

Which is why Steve found himself in the compound bright and early. Bucky had called and said that they had to discuss something important and though Steve wished he could spend the rest of his day with Y/N, she had pushed him out the door so she could get ready for work. 

Steve found his way to the living room where he was met with the sight of a bleary eyed Bruce Banner, a serious looking Steven Strange, a calm looking Wanda Maximoff, a jacked up on caffeine Tony Stark and a confused Bucky Barnes.

“Okay, I’m here. What is this about?” Steve said as he took a seat beside Wanda.

“We finally figured out how Y/N came to exist,” Steven said getting straight to the point.

“How?” Bucky demanded, his previous confusion vanishing like smoke.

“Magic,” Wanda answered. “It’s the only plausible explanation, especially since she has no relation to the original Y/N. Steven and I scoured the tomes in Kamar Taj but couldn’t find any answers so I searched the Darkhold.”

“What did you find?” Bruce asked as he took the seat next to Steve, rubbing his eyes. His hair was sticking up in odd directions, like he’d spent a few hours sleeping on a table instead of a bed. 

“Reincarnation is impossible without magical intervention,” Wanda explained. “The very process of reincarnating something is magical in nature because souls are magical. Sometimes, it happens naturally. It takes hundreds, maybe even thousands of years but some souls find the body of a descendant and they occupy that body. The soul has to be strong though and you usually see them prominently in history. The stronger the soul, the more they retain their old traits. It’s why we sometimes see people who look like Cleopatra or Caligula in the modern world.”

“Okay, so, what? Y/N being alive and real is just a miracle?” Tony asked with a frown.

“Not exactly,” Steven said carefully. “There are different spells to reincarnate someone to a new body, each of them more complicated than the last. The list of people able to cast those kinds of spells is short. Wanda, Wong and I would be able to do it and we’re some of the most powerful magic wielders around.”

“I think Agatha could do it too,” Wanda said with a frown. “Maybe the Ancient One and Baron Mordo.”

“That’s only listing magic wielders of our planet. There’s probably more in the universe,” Steven added.

Steve raised an eyebrow in question. “You think someone reincarnated Y/N through magic?”

“It’s the most likely answer. The time in which she died for her to show up in another body is too short of a time frame. She died (your age) years ago, correct?”

Steve nodded.

“Reincarnation takes years, centuries even. (Your age) years isn’t enough for her to occupy the body of another descendant naturally.” Steven explained.

“There’s that too,” Wanda piped up. “You said present Y/N isn’t related to anyone from past Y/N’s life, right? All of her children are accounted for and so are her grandchildren?”

Steve nodded again. “As far as I know, they don’t share any genetic DNA. She said she was born on the other side of the world and her parents just immigrated here when she was child. There’s no overlap.”

“We’ll have to test her to be sure,” Steven said. “I can ask Christine to run some labs, see what she could come up with.”

“We already tried that one,” Bruce said, looking more alert now than he was a few minutes ago. “SHIELD had old records of past Y/N’s DNA on file and Tony took some samples from her—“

“Hang on,” Steve said, abruptly standing up, his expression suddenly thunderous. “You took samples from her? When?”

“When she came over here a couple weeks ago. I took her glass and tested her saliva for any match with the past Y/N.”

“Tony, that is so not right!” Steve said, angry at the idea that Tony would violate Y/N’s privacy that way. They should have asked for permission! Instead they chose to violate her privacy. Steve was sure that if Y/N was around, she would be pissed and Steve was angry for her.

“What?” Tony said defensively. “I did what I had to do! Your old girlfriend is suddenly back from the dead, you’re not the least bit curious as to how or why? She could be a danger to us all but you’re so blinded by her that you can’t see that!”

Steve could feel his start begin to boil. Sweat pricked at the back of his head, dripping down to his nape. He had never been as angry as he was now. Tony can come after him all he wants but Y/N was off limits. 

“You should have asked for permission,” Bucky said, coming to Steve’s defense, though he was much calmer than Steve.

“And tell her what,” Tony demanded before his tone turned mocking, “‘Hey, Y/N! Do you think you can spit in this test tube for me and give me some of your hair? Oh no reason, just because you bare a striking resemblance to your boyfriend’s dead ex girlfriend!’”

“Enough!” Steven said, stepping in between Tony and Steve before they come into blows. “What’s done is done. What did you find?”

“Genetically, they’re 100% a match.” Bruce said as he pulled Tony away from the simmering fight. 

Steve took a deep breath before retaking his seat. His mind was racing by all of the revelations laid bare before him. He wasn’t sure what to think about the whole situation but one startling clear thought overrode everything else: He wasn’t going to lose Y/N again. 

“We need to tell her,” Wanda said, breaking Steve out of his thoughts. “She deserves to know.”

“We don’t even know what this is,” Steven argued, his face pulling into a frown. “We haven’t found concrete evidence yet. We should investigate more, see what we can find.”

“I agree with Wanda,” Tony said, voice contemplative. “We need to tell her. Maybe she knows what’s going on.”

“I say we shut up about it,” Bucky said. Steve’s eyes snapped to Bucky’s face. His blue eyes were blazing, his body taunt and ready to strike. “Chances are, she doesn’t know anything. She’s living a good and honest life, where she doesn’t have to worry about the next fight. She doesn’t ever have to think about bad guys and genocidal aliens and anthropomorphic robots set out to doom half of humanity. She doesn’t have to wake up everyday wondering if today will be the day she loses her friends. If you tell her this, if you tell her about the old Y/N, she could react badly.”

“You can’t be serious.” Tony deadpanned. 

“I am. If present Y/N is anything like past Y/N, and she is almost exactly like her down to a T, she will want to get to the bottom of this. She doesn’t deserve that. She’s living a normal, human life here. You really want to take that away from her?”

“This could be a threat to national security!”

“Or it could be a fluke! It could be nothing!”

“Alright, enough,” Steve said with a sigh. With his supersoldier body, he couldn’t get sick even if he tried. But right now, his head was pounding and the acrid taste of bile was beginning to rise at the back of his throat. The thought of losing Y/N again, even  if it isn’t the version of Y/N he grew up, had his palms slicking with sweat. He couldn’t lose her again. Not like this. Not before he was ready. And Steve doubted he would ever be ready to lose her.

When he’d crashed his plane to the freezing depths of the ocean, he knew that he wouldn’t lose Y/N. Not really. His heart would always be hers, even if she wasn’t around to claim it anymore. He would always be hers. 

But the thought of losing her now, when they finally have a second chance, had the air in his lungs going stale. His stomach roiled, his head suddenly feeling a rush of searing heat that rush down his spine, spreading throughout his body. 

Steve felt the eyes of the team on him but he couldn’t bring himself to look at any of them.

The only thing that raced through his mind was Y/N. She’d been a part of his past and now, against all odds, she was a part of his present. All he wanted was to keep her in his future. 

“Steve, this is your call,” Bruce said gently. “What do you want to do?”

He looked up, his eyes shining. There was really only one thing he could do and he would damn himself to hell first before he makes the mistake not to do it.

Y/N was home. Steve was sure of it.

The lights were turned on the living room, the smell of cooked garlic wafted all around their shared apartment and the bustling sound of the busy city penetrated into the small space. There were a lot of things that didn’t change from the past and one of them was that Brooklyn was loud.

Y/N had been cooking. Steve knew she loved to do that now. He could spend hours watching her get lost in a recipe, trying foods from all over the world in the tiny space they shared. The Y/N of the past hated cooking even if she loved to eat.

He peered at the dining room table. Dinner had been set, the plates and utensils laid neatly on the wooden surface. Their dinner was still warm judging by the steam that danced in the air. He could smell melted butter sweeping away the cooking garlic. Y/N had been talking about baking apple pie for a while now, and Steve had no doubt in his mind that the sweet smell of cinnamon and the tarty smell of apples that melded together in the small space of his apartment was the result of Y/N baking the day away. 

But he couldn’t hear her. She was usually found engrossed in a book when she wasn’t cooking or even scrolling through her phone. Where was she now?

For a moment, Steve’s heart plunged to his chest. Could something have happened to her?

“Y/N?” Steve called out as he walked to their shared bedroom. Relief flooding his system when he saw Y/N sitting on their bed. She was fine and well, so why wasn’t the feeling of dread in his stomach going away?

She was holding a piece of paper in her hands. Her eyes were glassy, her hands trembling.

She might have been physically okay but something was bothering her, Steve just knew it.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Steve said as he watched her, gauging her reaction.

She continued to stare at the paper intently. Steve glanced behind her and his own stomach dropped. 

Shit.

“I’m trying to recall when we’ve ever taken this picture before,” Y/N said, her voice shaky and brittle. “I’ve been racking my head for the past hour trying to remember where Bucky, you and I have ever taken this picture before but I can’t remember so unless I’m losing my mind, I am 100% sure we have never taken this picture before. But there I am. That is the same face I see everyday in the mirror. Bucky’s left hand isn’t metal here and you were thin. This was before your transformation.” She looked up at him, her eyes swimming with tears as she threw the faded picture on the bed, yellowed with age, the photograph marred with white lines from the many times Steve folded the photograph.

Steve remembered the day they took the picture. They had passed by a photographer in Central Park and paid 20 cents for the photo. It was the day before Pearl Harbor had been bombed and they didn’t have a single care in the world. War was a distant idea at the back of their heads. Y/N had the widest smile on her face, her arms wrapped around Bucky and Steve’s shoulders as she pulled them close for a hug. Bucky was looking at the camera, oozing charm and charisma as his left arm draped around Y/N’s shoulder, reaching over to Steve and ruffling his hair. Steve had his right arm wrapped around Y/N’s shoulder, a cheerful smile on his face as he tried to slap away Bucky’s roaming hand.

He’d brought that photograph with him into every battle, had memorized every crevice until he could imagine it in near perfect detail. It was tucked inside his suit when he hit the ice and not even the icy waters of the ocean could cause the picture to fade. It was the only thing he had to remember his friends by when he woke up from the ice. The picture he fell asleep staring at and the same picture he woke up to everyday until he found Y/N again. He’d temporarily kept it hidden in a box beneath their bed when Y/N moved in along with small trinkets from his past. Somehow Y/N found it and now she knew he’d been lying from the start.

“Steve,” Y/N whispered as she stood up, pushing the picture away as if it was covered in acid, “what in the actual fuck.”

“I can explain,” Steve said, fighting to keep away the rising panic in his voice.

“Okay,” Y/N said, her voice shaking as she spoke, “explain.”

And so Steve did explain. He explained everything about his past, who Y/N was to him, how much he lost when he crashed into the ice. He told her what Y/N meant to Bucky, who Y/N was. Most of all, he explained, in great detail, every information revealed to him by his friends a while ago. How magic and science are searching for an answer to what Y/N really was and how she came to be.

At the end of it all, Steve watched as Y/N took a seat on the bed, snatching back the photograph. She stayed silent, her eyes glassing over as unshed tears collected at the brim. She fingers the picture in her hands, touching  the weather page, the little white cracks that marred the picture’s surface.

Steve took the seat next to Y/N, the bed dipping below her. “Y/N, say something.” He said the words quietly, an animal trainer afraid of a feral beast.

Steve heard the sharp breath she took before she spoke. “You lied to me.”

Steve felt his heart plummet in his chest. “No, Y/N, it isn’t like that—“

Her head snapped to him, her once mournful eyes blazing. “You lied to me.” The repeated words were like hammer hitting stone, chunks of Steve’s heart plummeting even deeper into his chest cavity. He imagine a sculptor chipping away at pieces of his heart, reassembling it until it became something he couldn’t recognize.

“You liked to me, Steve.” Y/N stood up again, throwing the photograph onto the bed. “You lied to me everyday you didn’t tell me. I thought you loved me because of who I was but no, it turns out, you love me because I look like your ex-girlfriend!”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you,” Steve said, his voice turned pleading. “You are her. You’re the same Y/N I knew and loved. I was going to tell you, I swear. I was going to tell you when I got home but you’d found the picture—“

“I don’t care, Steve!” She was yelling now. Steve could see the fracture in the facade of her anger. She was hurt and in pain and Steve didn’t doubt she felt betrayed by Steve’s actions. 

Steve didn’t usually feel like a villain but he did feel so right now. He did a horrible, selfish thing because he was so terrified of losing her and now, because of his actions, he really will lose her.

His shitty timing was back to bite him in the ass. He should have told her before instead of today and now, he was going to lose her.

“Would you have told me if I hadn’t found this?” She gestured to the picture.

“Yes! I was going to tell you today! I didn’t want to tell you anything without any information. We didn’t know what you were at first—“

“What I am?” She repeated incredulously. “I’m a person, Steve. A person! That is what I am! With thoughts and emotions and feelings! I have memories of past and hopes for my future. I am not whatever your Y/N was! I am Y/N Y/L/N. I am my own person!”

If Steve could kick his own ass, he would. “I know that, I’m sorry. I didn’t use the right words. Y/N, I still don’t really understand how you came about but I do know that I love you.”

She paused then. The anger that radiated from her seemed to calm. Her nostrils were flared, her eyes still blazing. A crack in her angry veneer had her pain shining through. 

Without another word, Y/N grabbed a bag from their shared closet, quickly filling it up with clothes.

“Where are you going?” Steve said as he watched her pack silently, her movements frantic. 

“Away from here. I need time to think.”

Steve simply watched her as she grabbed a few days worth of clothes and her toiletries. She didn’t bother properly folding her stuff, which was so unlike the Y/N Steve knew. She liked things neat and tidy but the way she was moving signaled to Steve that neatness and tidiness were the last things on her mind right now.

“Please don’t go. We can talk about this.”

She paused for a breath before her movements started again, slower this time as she zipped up her bag. She still stayed silent, letting Steve do the talking.

“At least tell me where you’re going. I promise not to bother you until you’r ready, I just want to know you’re safe.”

She chewed her lip, hesitating before she spoke. “I’m gong to Y/BFF/N’s place. I need time to think. There’s pie baking in the oven and you need to take it out so it doesn’t get dry. I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

And with that said, Steve watched silently as she took her things before marching toward their bedroom door. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Steve heard her sigh before she said a quiet, “Good bye, Steve.” Then he heard her measured footsteps as they journeyed to the front door of their shared apartment. He heard the squeaky hinges as they swung open followed by the loud slam of the wooden door. 

He was well and truly alone now. 

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Why do I?: Chapter 2

(A/N):

I'm not dead!!! But my old computer is!! Fortunately, I now have a brand new PC so I should not have any computer problems moving forward. Thanks so much for all the love on chapter one, I really appreciate it!!! I apologize that it took so long for chapter 2 to come out! But I just started the final semester of my senior year of college!!! I don't really have a defined upload schedule but I want to try and have a turnaround time of around one month for each chapter, though that is not gonna be set in stone. In between chapters I want to post art for the fic on my Tumblr side blog (which you can find here: https://www.tumblr.com/crescents-monster-corner ) I may also post stuff like little tidbits that I can't figure out where to put in the actual fic. Next up I'm going to be drawing all the EKO gals, as they're going to appear in chapter 3!!

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“Listen I know that because you’re not a scaring major you’re a little skeptical about joining EKO. But I know that they asked you for a reason!” Lily encouraged, clutching her friend's hands in front of her tightly.

“You’re scared to go in alone aren’t you?” Rosa deadpanned, looking Lily dead in the eye.

The purple monster nervously tugged at her collar, her eyes darting around nervously. She let out a nervous chuckle. “Maaaayyyybeeee?”

Rosa sighed shaking her head. “Y’know it’s a wonder you’ve made it as far as you have with these social skills of yours.” Her lower hands rested on her hips like a disappointed mother.

Suddenly a voice called out from the front doorway of the sorority house. “Hey! Are you two gonna stand there all day? Or are you coming in!?” The two girls jumped at the sound, turning their heads to see a fish monster with pale green scales leaning against the doorframe impatiently.

“Oh! Right away!” Lily called, jogging inside. Rosa let out an exasperated sigh before following her in.

The inside of the house was a lot nicer than any of the dorms. Lily had not had a chance to examine it the night prior considering the massive party. But from how clean the house looked as she stepped in, one would not have even known the party had ever happened.

It was surprisingly cozy despite how large the house itself was. The smooth wooden floor was a smooth maple, which complimented the sea salt grey of the walls. There was a long plush rug leading down the hall from the entryway.

Lily looked over to the left of the entryway, seeing Thalia lounging on a couch with her feet propped up on a coffee table. She casually waved over to them. “Ladies! Welcome! Have a seat.” She gestured to the couch across from her. 

Lily sank onto the suede couch. Her hands rested stiffly on her lap as she did her best to keep the straight posture she had been practicing. Rosa took her seat far more casually.

“I’m glad to see you’ve decided to consider my offer. I haven’t seen too many girls this year that I considered worthy of recruiting for our sisterhood.” Thalia began, putting her feet down as she leaned forward, pyramiding her hands.

“You see, I’ve become determined to net EKO a win in the scare games before I graduate, and this year is my last shot. We have been consistently getting second place the last three years, but we have always just barely lost to ROR.” Her face scrunched in disgust at the mention of the fraternity.

“So I felt that we needed both a change in strategy and a real heavy hitter.” As she made the statement she gestured to Rosa and then to Lily. “Something the RORs will never see coming.

Rosa cautiously raised a hand. “I’m not entirely following. I’m not exactly sure how I fit into this? I’m majoring in psychology, not scaring. I don’t really see how I can be of much use.” She nervously rubbed the back of her head.

“Psychology, I figured something like that based on your people skills.” Thalia nodded. “You’re exactly what we need. We need someone who can read the others well enough to inform our strategy for the games, someone who can get inside their heads.” Thalia tapped her temple to emphasize her point.

“Lily here’s job is much simpler. You’re our dark horse, a heavy hitter they won’t see coming. You’re especially important this year, because I’ve heard this year's crop of freshmen are especially talented, there’s even someone from a very important family pledging.”

Lily swallowed nervously. No pressure! She looked over to Rosa for emotional support, but the moth monster was deep in thought about what Thalia had told her.

“I know it’s a lot to ask of you two, especially as freshmen, so I won’t fault you for refusing my offer to join. But if you do, you can become a part of MU’s scaring legacy.”

Rosa looked up at Lily, a determined sparkle in her eyes. All at once, Lily’s nerves washed away as she nodded to her with a smile. They turned to look at Thalia. “We’re in!”.

Despite their excitement to begin sorority life, new entries into EKO would not fully move in and be initiated until the end of the first semester. So for the bulk of the fall semester, their job would simply be to hone their scaring and lie low until after finals.

Going unnoticed came easily enough to Lily, she was never the type to initiate a conversation with strangers or raise her hand much in class. She had always been more of the only speak when spoken to type unless it came to people she liked.

When her face was not buried in her Scaring 101 textbook, which she had read cover to cover at least 5 times by that point. She was tutoring Rosa on the basics of scaring, fortunately, Rosa would not have to take any sort of exam like Lily did, so she could focus on just learning the physical act of scaring rather than having to memorize all the different techniques and phobias.

If cramming did have an upside, it was that it can be difficult to notice how fast time passes by. One day the leaves had just begun to turn orange for autumn, the next a thin layer of snow blanketed the ground as the beginning of winter also heralded the end of the semester, and with it the scaring final.

Lily paced around the dorm room like a caged animal, her side of the room looked as though a tornado had passed through, if a tornado was named Lily Blake.

“Where the hell is it!?” She cried as she lifted her bed as if checking under it for the third time would magically make her missing textbook appear.

Rosa watched from the doorway, hat and mittens already on to brave the cold outside. She froze for a second before grabbing Lily by the shoulders, her other hands reaching into the unzipped messenger bag hanging off of her friend’s shoulder. She plucked the textbook in question from its place in Lily’s bag, making her eyes widen even more before sighing in relief.

“Take a deep breath and clear your head Lil’.” Rosa soothed, gently shaking her. “I know this final is a big deal but you’re gonna crush it! You could probably recite this entire overpriced textbook to me by this point. What have you got to worry about?”

“What if… when I get up on that stage in front of the entire class, I just can’t do it… What if I just freeze up, and fail?” Lily looked down at her feet. “It’ll just prove my dad right… That I’m not cut out for this… I can’t work in the restaurant my whole life, I just can’t.”

Rosa gave her a sympathetic look. “The only person on this campus who doesn’t believe in you is yourself. I know you’re gonna go in there and scare the pants off everyone, and then you’re gonna kill it at the scare games! Don’t worry about your old man! He hasn’t seen what you can do!”

Lily wiped away the tears that had been welling in her eyes before pulling Rosa into a tight hug. “Thank you, Rosa…” Her voice was muffled by the fluff on the monster’s shoulders.

The lecture hall was packed to the brim with anxious monsters fretting about the exam that for many, would determine whether or not they were truly cut out to be a scarer.

But Johnny was not worried one bit. He had always known he was cut out to be, not just a scarer, but the best scarer. He was a Worthington, it was what was expected of him, just like his father, and his grandfather before him.

Despite his natural talent, he still saw no harm in brushing up on his techniques by skimming through his textbook again until he was called up to the front, which would not be a while since they were going in alphabetical order by last name.

Javier sat next to him, looking over some flash cards. Over the past few months, the two had become good friends and had a mutual respect for each other's talents.

The insect monster occasionally glanced over to the front row on the other half of the room. Johnny followed his gaze to see a purple monster pouring over her textbook like it was a matter of life or death, her knee bouncing nervously as her red gaze rapidly scanned over page after page.

“You got interesting taste man.” Johnny teased, jabbing Javier with his elbow.

Javier rolled his eyes before explaining. “Nah, man. She’s a friend of my cousin Rosa. She asked me to keep an eye on her 'cause she’s a bit…” Javier struggled to think of a word for it. 

“Wimpy?” Johnny added. Making Javier shake his head.

“That’s a bit strong, no she’s… different. I guess that best describes her?”

Johnny looked back over at her again scoffing. “Well if she gets this nervous just from a simulator she’ll never be able to handle the real thing. But hey, that’s what this test is for. Weeding out monsters who can’t make the cut. She’ll probably switch majors or something after this.”

“Blake!” Professor Knight called.

‘That name sounds familiar…’ Johnny thought to himself 

The girl sat up straight closing her textbook and skittering over to the stairs leading up to the stage as the simulator reset for the next test. She nervously flapped her large clawed hands, as if it could magically shake the fear out of her.

She stood in front of the simulator, her large eyes wincing under the bright spotlight.

The professor looked from the file on the table in front of him. “I am a 7-year-old boy in a manor in the English countryside with a fear of ghosts, what scare do you use?”

“That would be a haunting approach with a banshee screech.” She answered, a waver in her voice.

“Demonstrate.”

She went over to the door of the simulator, giving herself one last shake-off before grabbing the doorknob. 

As the student entered the room it was as if some sort of switch had been flipped. Every step she took was calculated as she nimbly stepped around the toys scattered across the floor. She crouched at the foot of the bed, pressing her left foot down at just the right spot on the ground to make the floorboard creak. The robotic child’s eyes opened, but it remained lying in the bed.

Next, she brushed the end of her tail across the bottom of a curtain, letting out a whispery sigh as she crawled to the side of the bed, just out of sight as the dummy sat.

The student sprung up and let out a high-pitched screech so loud most of the class clutched their ears. Johnny’s ears were left ringing as he stared in wide-eyed shock, the memory of the party from the beginning of the semester flashed through his thoughts. Professor Knight’s glasses were knocked askew in surprise before he quickly fixed them, looking up at the canister meter next to the simulator to see it full.

“G-grades will be posted outside my office tomorrow.” Knight stuttered. 

The girl bowed her head in thanks before quickly leaving the stage, grabbing her things, and darting out the door.

The professor quickly recovered from his shock and called the next student up.

Johnny leaned over to Javier. “Did you know she could do that?” He whisper-yelled. 

“No fucking way man!” Javier replied in the same hushed volume.

How did a scarer as good as that not set off Johnny’s radar earlier in the semester? He had always made it his business to associate himself with the best scarers on campus, but she had been right under his nose for months.

How interesting!

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[partnersincrimesuau]

Another Few Updates ☆ﾟ･:*:･｡★

Yes I am aware it's Sunday. Yes I am aware I haven't posted Chapter 2 Page 43 yet. Yes I am aware my Information Centre says "Pages posted every Friday at 8pm Central Australian Time". Yes I am aware I haven't posted a page on a Friday since, like, January.

I'm getting off track LOL

UPDATE NUMBER ONE - Where's Page 43?

I have one week left of school before a two-week holidays, and I'm SWAMPED with homework for now. For clarity; I have three assignments due on Monday, two more I finished today, and one I finished last week. I hope this clears some things up... and explains why I'm so behind on Partners In Crime.

Page 43 IS finished, and IS ready to upload. However, I am still working on Page 48; and for those who don't know, I like to always be ten pages ahead of my posting page. Therefore I SHOULD be working on Page 53. Once the holidays start and my assignments are finished, I can catch up on these pages. Some of them shouldn't be as long as others so hopefully it won't take ages to finish them.

I plan on posting Page 43 next week. So sorry for the delays, I know there's been a few this chapter. I'm not doing this on purpose.

UPDATE NUMBER TWO - A brief solution

It's currently 12:03am as I'm writing this sentence and I'm about to jump into bed, so yes I won't be posting anything after this post tonight. HOWEVER! I've decided that tomorrow, instead of posting Page 43, I'll post some concept art!!! I feel like that'll be a good placeholder for now. There are plenty of concepts for earlier pages that I plan on posting, and I might throw some early drawings of Condor in as well!!! ^^

UPDATE NUMBER THREE - Maintenance

I finally went through every "infected" page and fixed the 'next' and 'previous' links. For anyone who didn't know, there were a ton of early Chapter 2 pages that were "infected" somehow, by something I can hardly begin to explain. The "Chapter Start" links, as well as the "FAQ" and Discord links were completely untouched. They worked fine. But EVERY SINGLE 'NEXT' OR 'PREVIOUS' LINK, FOR SOME REASON, JUMPED TO THE MOST RECENT PAGE!!! There were pages from December that sent you to the page I posted eight days ago - it made NO sense.

Thankfully, I've gone back and fixed every one of them. HOPEFULLY, it won't happen again. (If it persists, PLEASE tell me. Don't hesitate to comment saying "Jinxy this page has a disease, it's doing the link thing again" - that's actually really helpful. Shoutout to the readers who did tell me btw, you guys are legends!)

UPDATE NUMBER FOUR - IT'S THE BEST MONTH OF THE YEAR!!!

IT'S JULY!!! That means... NINETEEN DAYS UNTIL MY BIRTHDAY!!! (It's on the 21st of July for those in other timezones, lolll). I'll probably be partying with my besties then so you won't find me online, but I'll probably do a little picture of myself like I did last year. Just thought I'd mention it here, haha.

Anyways I think that's about it... it's now 12:14am and I might go to bed. Or I might catch up on Miraculous Ladybug because I heard the finale for Season 5 is out...? We'll see ^^

Thanks for your patience everyone!!!! See you tomorrow ^^

[mayorofcattown]

I posted 753 times in 2022

That's 13 more posts than 2021!

96 posts created (13%)

657 posts reblogged (87%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

treecakes

applejee

tsuyu-chan-kun

chomesuke

phantomrose96

I tagged 693 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#lmao - 359 posts

#hs - 33 posts

#omg - 21 posts

#art - 20 posts

#amazing - 16 posts

#original art - 15 posts

#vns - 12 posts

#natsume yuujinchou - 10 posts

#amazing 10/10 - 9 posts

#cattown watches things - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#tbf most of these fics are written by like. children so it's less the epithets being bad and more the signal that it was written by a 15 y/o

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

in absolute stitches over this entire scene, every line just gets more and more absurd

dub tanuma continues to be Wildly tonally off but in a way that just circles around to being Hilarious

113 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

#4

Here it is, the drawing of the exorcists + kitties based on this official art I said I would do like. three months ago lol. I was going to go for a more pastel vibe as with the previous one but then I realised goth vibes fitted them better so here we are

also just uploaded a timelapse of this to my patreon (link in bio) if anyone is interested ;)

132 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

#3

EVERYONE STOP TALKING they’re giving natsuyuu a cat themed merch collab thing and it is everything I’ve ever wanted in my life

like just look at this art. look at it

natsume just holding the kitty like a lil baby. tanuma with TWO kitties. natori getting accosted by a kitty. matoba looking genuinely surprised by the black kitty chilling with him. amazing 100/10

160 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#2

you know I had to draw that official art. you know I did. who do you think I am

anyway there are some downsides to petting multiple cats

also just uploaded a timelapse of this to my patreon if ppl are interested ;) link in bio cause tumblr is a butt

243 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@natsumeweek​, day 5: whispers/sharing

There is so much underutilised comedic potential in natori’s celebrity status, you cannot tell me the paparazzi isn’t having a field day making wild rumours about this man’s weird shenanigans

And bonus: natori and tanuma have Very different reactions to finding out about this

See the full post

352 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

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