#i know it's 722 years old

[jessehart]

Even if Jesse hadn't already loaded up on anything and everything he could get his hands on to block the sound of his cocksure piece of shit sperm donor peacocking on the other side of the room, his response to Coco's offer would have been a resounding yes. As it was, Court earned a wide, genuine smile from Jesse. "I always wanna get weird with you," he said, words slurring only just as he reached out to boop Coco's nose. He waggled his brows at his friend enticingly. "Maybe I'll toss in some of the goodies from my pocket and make this a real party."

who: @jessehart when: may 27th, shortly before g's texts where: the commencement gala

Court grinned when he saw Jesse, one of the few actually genuine smiles he had put on all evening, weaving through the few people between them to throw an arm around his shoulder. "Since it's the off-season and everything..." Court said, head angling as they gave Jesse a mischievous look, complete with a sparkle to make his blue eyes even brighter than normal. Thank god, Coco seriously needing the break, considering his knee had been twinging with pain ever since he had seemingly re-tweaked it in their championship game. Not that it had even been fine before that - maybe he shouldn't have played a whole season on it. At least the haze of the painkillers helped with more than just the knee. And he knew Jesse was always down, so he wouldn't even have to be the halfway to washed up athlete alone in the bathroom doing drugs. That night, at least. "I have some perc's and wanted to look for my best buddy in case he wanted to get weird with me," he said, the suggestion left hanging for Jesse to accept, Court pretty sure he wouldn't have to tempt him with much more than a straight forward offer.

[itshonestlynotme]

Danny's turn

It's the start of Harry's fourth year and Danny is entering her first year.

[Regulus Black x Fem Potter! reader]

word count: 722

warnings: nothing lol

note: Three more chapters after this one

The summer before Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts was a whirlwind of excitement, nerves, and—as always—mischief in the Potter-Black household. But this year, the buzz wasn't just about the Triwizard Tournament. No, the bigger event—at least according to the family—was that Danica Potter-Black, their resident broody genius, was finally heading to Hogwarts.

"She’ll be in Slytherin," Regulus said one evening as the family sat around the fireplace. He leaned back in his chair, a book open on his lap. "Mark my words."

Harry, sprawled across the rug with Danny's legs resting on his back, snorted. "Yeah, sure, Baba. You said that about me too, remember?"

Regulus gave an exaggerated sigh. "Yes, well...you're James' child. No cunning bone in your body."

"Hey!" Harry protested as Y/N burst out laughing beside him.

"He's got a point, sweetheart," she teased. "You do tend to wear your heart on your sleeve."

"Unlike Danny here," Harry grumbled, tossing a pillow backward. It hit Danny squarely in the stomach, but she didn’t even flinch. The eleven-year-old had her nose buried in Advanced Magical Theory—a book meant for sixth-years.

"I’m still deciding," Danny said coolly, flipping a page without looking up. "Slytherin or Ravenclaw. They're both fine options."

Harry groaned dramatically. "You're such a little snob."

"And you're predictable," Danny shot back. "Hazzy, you practically begged to be in Gryffindor."

"I did not beg."

"Yes, you did," Regulus said with a smirk.

Y/N laughed harder. "You did, love. It's okay. We still adore you."

Harry dropped his head into his arms, groaning. "This family’s the worst."

Platform 9¾ was, as always, a chaotic mess of trunks, cats, owls, and frantic parents. Harry stood beside Danny, who was watching everything with her usual quiet intensity. She was dressed neatly in a crisp button-up and black jeans, her curls pulled back into a braid that Y/N had wrestled into submission that morning.

"See that kid over there?" Harry leaned toward her, nodding toward a nervous-looking boy holding a toad. "Neville Longbottom. Super nice. If you get lost, find him."

Danny arched an eyebrow. "You mean the boy who melted his own cauldron in first year?"

Harry winced. "He's improved."

Regulus crouched beside his daughter, adjusting the strap on her satchel. "Remember, starshine, you don’t have to decide who you are today. The Hat will know where you belong."

Danny nodded, though her lips pressed into a thin line.

Y/N kissed the top of her head. "And if you get nervous, remember that you know more spells than half the seventh-years."

Danny finally smiled. "Because Baba taught me illegally?"

"Technically, it was more of a loophole," Regulus muttered.

The train whistled, and Harry ruffled Danny's hair. "C’mon, Bug. Time to go."

As Harry led her toward the train, Danny suddenly stopped. She turned and ran back to her parents, wrapping her arms tightly around Regulus first, then Y/N.

"Love you," she whispered.

"We love you too," Y/N said, voice thick.

Regulus hugged her tightly, then cupped her cheek. "Go show them what a Black can do."

Danny gave a sharp nod and marched after Harry.

From the window, Harry waved at his parents as the train pulled away. Beside him, Danny stood on her tiptoes, her eyes already scanning the train for potential threats—or opportunities.

"First-year nerves?" Harry asked.

Danny smirked. "Please. I’ve been ready since I was six."

The Sorting Hat’s mouth opened wide as it sat atop Danica's head.

"Ahhh…interesting. Very interesting indeed. Ambitious…clever…calculating…but also…hmm…you love your family more than anything. Brave for them. Protective."

Danny gripped the edge of the stool. Not Gryffindor. Not Gryffindor.

"Not Gryffindor? Ah. Like your brother…though you wouldn't do terribly there either. You’ve got that same sharp mind your mother has…and your father’s…ah yes…his talent. So…where to put you…?

The entire hall seemed to hold its breath.

"SLYTHERIN!"

The Slytherin table erupted into cheers. Danny slid off the stool, her face calm but her heart racing. As she sat down beside a fourth-year named Gemma Farley, she sneaked a glance at the staff table.

Her mother gave her a wink.

Danny's lips twitched upward. She turned to the table of green and silver and thought, Yeah. This fits.

Meanwhile, Harry groaned across the hall at the Gryffindor table. "Baba’s never gonna let me live this down."

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[simp2537]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n : We get to meet a new friend of Alice!reader’s. 😁😁😁

Word Count : 722

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

A/n: TW for this chapter being creepy men near the beginning.

The soft yellow lights of Y/n’s room glowed as she sat at her desk, her literature book laid out in front of her. She tiredly flipped through the pages of Romeo and Juliet, it brought a small smile to her face. Although Romeo was incredibly reckless and impulsive his love for Juliet brought a smile to her lips. Juliet a more calm and dutiful daughter who rebelled against her family out a love. A true tragedy of a love story.

Small pebbles hit at her window quickly. Standing from her desk she opened her window, a rock hitting her forehead. She froze for a moment as the figure bellow cursed softly.

“Shit! You good kid?” Y/n rubbed her face and looked down at the scared man. His black hair, turquoise eyes and purple scars all over his body.

“Yes. Why are you here Dabi.” He smiled widely as he opened his duffle bag, it was filled to the brim with spray paint. Y/n’s eyes glittered softly as she stared down at all the colors. 

“Let me change!” Y/n slammed her window and rummaged around her drawls. Putting out black sweats and tank top she threw them on. Aizawa was out on some hero work and begrudgingly left her home alone under the promise she wouldn’t leave the house. 

Y/n smirked as she closed her book and opened her window back up. Aizawa would be disappointed if he knew all the things she did when he wasn’t home but what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him.

Climbing down from her window she stood next to Dabi, his frame towering hers. She smiled brightly up at him as her placed his long jacket around her.

“It’s cold out crazy, now let’s go before I regret coming to get you.” The fourteen year old smiles as she skipped in front of him. She hummed softly, the flowers growing as she walked down the path. The pair their way down an alley, some drunk men staring at Y/n. 

Dabi sped up placing his hand firmly on her shoulder, he didn’t like the look the men were giving her. He’d seen that look on boys before, and he would not allow what they wanted when he was there to protect her. 

She pouted up at him as he forced her to walk next to him. She simply let Dabi pull her close. Once out of the alley she struggled away from him with a curious look. The pair made their way to an abandoned building and Dabi threw blue paint at Y/n. 

Immediately Y/n began spraying the the wall, Dabi stood close as he did the same. Her perfect and strange flowers next to his threatening words. His eyes bore down at her, watching her innocent smile as she vandalized the wall. She hummed softly, bobbing her head up and down. 

“Hey Dabi?”

“What crazy?”

She cocked her head to the side as she knelt down. She picked a glowing turquoise flower with a white center. Rolling his eyes he knelt down to her as she place the flower in his hair.

“I’m hungry. Do you have an food?” Dabi chuckled as he ruffled her hair. He reached into his bag pulling out a container of ramen, with pork and vegetables. Y/n’s eyes lit up as she took the container and chopsticks from Dabi. 

Y/n slide down the wall, munching on her steaming food as Dabi continued to spray paint the wall. He watched her slurp up the noodles, eat the bok Chou with a bright smile and drinking the streaming spicy broth. 

Hunger was something Y/n was full of. When ever he went to see her she was hungry. It wasn’t that she wasn’t being fed, Dabi knew the the pro hero who was her guardian feed her incredibly well. After a while he began to bring food for his crazy kid.

He reached into his bag as she slipped the broth, his threw a small strawberry cake at her. She caught it with a giddy smile as she finished her ramen. She began to devour the sweet treat as Dabi smiled softly.

Together the pair sat in relative silence, all except for the much g on cake and the paint spraying on the wall.

[cameronspecial]

Doggie Theft

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 722

Summary: All Y/N wanted was a dog. She didn't mean to commit a crime in the process.

Masterlist

Y/N Y/L/N is a rule follower. She isn’t like her twin brother and Rafe, who both like to test the limits of their parents' rules. But just because she is a rule follower, doesn’t mean she has all the rules correct. This leads to an adorable mistake. 

The mistake begins when Y/N, Mason and Rafe were allowed to go for the first time by themselves to the library. They just started the first grade and their parents thought it would be a good time for them to go out by themselves for the first time. The library isn’t far, they are all together and the Outer Banks is a small island where everyone knows everyone. Y/N wanted to check out new books, while the boys just liked to be given their independence. The group is now returning home from the library when they happen upon a big golden retriever outside of the grocery store. The dog is by himself and his leash is tied to the post. 

Y/N is currently going through her dog phase, getting new dog books was after all behind her desire to go to the library, so stumbling upon the dog was amazing to her. She wonders why the dog is alone, but then remembers her mother telling her that sometimes grocery stores display some items outside of the store. This must be why the dog is there. She immediately decides she wants to buy the dog. However, a six-year-old doesn’t have the money nor truly understands the concept of it. Nevertheless, she knows she has to pay for it, so she gets out a paper and pencil from her backpack and draws money onto it. She leaves the paper on the floor and goes to untie the dog that is bigger than her. 

“Y/L/N, what are you doing?” Rafe questions, both boys were watching the scene unfold. She doesn’t look at the boys as she answers, “I’m paying for the doggie. See I left some money for the store person.”

 “You can’t do that. It’s stealing. Plus, that doggie is way bigger than you are. You are so tiny.”

“I so can do it. My mommy said you can. And I’m not tiny. I’m a big girl! I’m in grade one.”

Mason decides now to interject, “If Y/N/N says mommy says it’s okay, then it must be. I trust her. She left money. So it must be okay.” 

Instead of arguing anymore with the girl, Rafe and Mason help her untie the dog so they can go home before curfew. When the three of them returned home with not only books but a dog, Marvin is surprised at the sight before him. “Where did you guys get that dog from?” Y/N beams up at her father, “We got him from the store. He was on display outside of the store.” Marvin is quick to understand what had happened and takes the kids to return the dog to the angry owner. Thankfully, Marvin is able to calm him down. Y/N pouts as they walk back home from the store. “Haha, I was right and you were wrong,” Rafe taunts her as they walk through the front door. Y/N, feeling her tears about to spill, says nothing. She runs upstairs and closes her door. 

——

Rafe felt bad for making Y/N cry. He didn’t think his teasing would hurt her feeling; he never does. So now he is begging his mother to take him to the store to get something to cheer her up. He picks out the item and they pay. He is dropped off at Mason’s house, leaving the gift outside of Y/N’s door and then goes to play with Mason. He could still hear her crying from outside of the room. 

Y/N’s hunger causes her to flee the comfort of her room, but as she is leaving, she almost trips on an item. She looks down at her feet to see a golden retriever stuffie staring up at me. She squeals in delight and picks up the toy. Thinking it is her parents' doings, she runs downstairs to thank them. Rafe watches from afar with a smile on his face. He doesn’t need the credit as long as she is happy. 

Taglist: @itsalexwin @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @terraeluce @gillybear17 @f4ll-for-you

[slytherinshua]

IN AN INSTANT

genre. fluff. warnings. none. pairing. daehwi x reader. wc. 722. request. no. a/n. it's 1:27 am (puku puku pow pow) but anyway i wrote this rly randomly and i didn't know who to make the fic abt for a while but i thought daehwi kinda fit :( so first ab6ix fic 🥹

“You know…” You rolled over onto your back, staring up at the dark ceiling of the bedroom, your thoughts racing through your head as sleep continued to evade you. 

“What?” Daehwi’s question came with a long sigh. He was still lying with his back facing you, having to deal with your insomnia disrupting his sleep as well. Not that he minded too much. He didn’t have anything planned for tomorrow, and having you back in his arms this morning after weeks of absence wasn’t quite enough for him to feel sufficiently caught up with you. 

“Just… Have you ever thought about how scary the ocean is?” You completed your original thought with a glance over at his pyjama-ed figure. Your question makes him roll over to face you, and you can just make out his facial features with the limited lighting from nightlight in the room. But instead of answering your questions, he just smiled and let a half-hearted fond chuckle leave his lips.

“I missed your randomness.” He murmured. That’s definitely not the only thing he missed.

Your smile, your laugh, your little inflections in your voice when you started talking about something you were really passionate about; all these things he could capture over video call to an extent, but it was never the same as the real deal. Nothing could ever compare to being face-to-face with you, indulging in your random conversation topics that never failed to make Daehwi ponder things he had never even considered before. Like how old possessions are souvenirs from different times in your life, or whether or not cereal could be counted as a soup.

Like most people, he never realized how much he adored every part of you until you were thousands of miles away from him. As soon as he was back in the same room as you, he was practically mesmerised by everything about you, falling in love with the exact same things that had him smitten three years ago. He barely even took his eyes off of you, too drunk on your presence to be able to even think clearly. 

The excitement from getting back had calmed down by the time you both were getting ready for bed, giggling through your nightly routine and stealing kisses from each other every chance you got like lovesick teenagers. But after you were tucked under the covers together, you had sworn to actually go to sleep, and promised to leave the leftover rush of romance for tomorrow… That was 20 minutes ago.

“You didn’t answer my question.” You pointed out. Daehwi shuffled closer to you until he was easily able to wrap an arm around your waist. 

He hummed in thought, “I think I have…? But I try not to spend too much of my time fearing something that isn’t going to harm me in the current moment.” He reasoned.

“I knew you’d have a practical response to that.” You rolled your eyes fondly and snuggled closer to his chest.

“Why did this even come up?” He asked curiously. 

“On my drive to the airport to pick you up there was this really big billboard sign with the ocean on it. And it just looked so… enormous, you know?” Daehwi nodded along with your thought process, always listening intently to whatever you had to say no matter how forgotten it would be in a few hours.

“And then I thought about how small I was in comparison… Oceans are just so massive, and they could just so easily swallow me and you and everyone on this entire planet in an instant. I mean, scientists have only explored 5% of our oceans. Who knows what’s down there.” 

“You are minuscule in comparison to it, true, but you mean a whole lot more to me than the ocean. And I’d like to think our love is like that… so big it could swallow us in an instant.” Daehwi said with a soft smile, his words dreamy and his body on the verge of sleep as he uttered them. His lips barely brushed the side of your cheek as he spoke, and you sucked in a breath. It was almost impossible to resist moving your head to find his lips and kiss him until you were both breathless. 

Oh, how in love you were with this man…

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[lilacthebooklover]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

@snarky-wallflower Thanks for the tag! This was a lot of fun :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

67 currently, but I have deleted a few old ones lol

2. What’s your total word count?

Now, when I tell you I went overboard on this question, I went overboard. My private, unposted, solely-written-by-me fics' total word count is 227,868. My total word count for fics I've collaborated with @charismabee on is 477,549, and my total word count on AO3 is 389,530. However, quite a few of my AO3 fics are collabs with Red, so if you take away everything like Wilting Flowers and Owl House but Kindergarten, you're left with 225,235 words written solely by me. So, if you total up 225,235 + 227,868 + 477,549, then you get a grand total of 930,652 words! Then, of course, there's the whole matter of my old fics on regular Word and not Docs, which would probably add up to at least another 50,000 total considering we're talking about my ASOUE and DT17 phases, as well as all of the private Viva Pinata and miscellaneous musical stuff lurking in there, and we've got that weird writing app on my tablet that I used a lot a couple of years ago whenever my phone got confiscated, but I cannot be bothered to search through all of that right now. So, it mostly rounds up to around 1,000,000 words. Fanfiction may or may not be taking over my life. (Gosh I love maths <3)

3. What fandoms?

I've written mostly for the Kindergarten 1 and 2 fandom, my total fics on AO3 for it totaling 38. However, I have written a heck of a lot of OMORI as well, and dabble in the Owl House, DHMIS, a few webseries on YT as well as the Hatchetverse sometimes, too!

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

1. World's Okayest Uncle at 799. My latest WIP, written for the Hatchetfield Universe and based around the concept of Paul Matthews becoming the accidental uncle of every kid in town. Each chapter focuses on a different child (the three so far about Alice, Richie and Pete respectively), and once all of them have been sufficiently adopted, I've been considering adding some slice-of-life stuff, exploring the changed character dynamics, and looking into parts of canon that would change in the AU as well. 2. Hollow at 455, a Hunter-centric one-shot for the Owl House set immediately after season 2 finished. It was written in the post King's Tide craze of awesome Human Realm content, so it got quite a lot of hits at the time. It focuses on Hunter dealing with the aftermath of Belos seemingly having died, and himself having being thrown into a completely new, unfamiliar world as an unfamiliar God took over his own :) 3. Flapjacks at 279, another Hunter-centric piece because TOH fans can't get enough of him lol (I am very much one of those fans). I began writing it back when Thanks to Them was first released, then got the motivation to finish it after I saw Watching and Dreaming. It focuses on Hunter returning to the Human Realm after the Collector's defeat, as well as Camila's thoughts on being a parent of who knows' how many kids at this point. Hunter finally gets the chance to mourn, and finds out what a flapjack actually is. 4. Gravesfield Historical Society, at 275. In which it's only natural that the Boiling Isles' leading Human Expert decides to do some research, and Gus does his very best to ignore the images plaguing him from looking into Belos' mind. Vee looks for some closure, Hunter is very protective over his little siblings, and Gus just wants to have a fun day at the museum. Things... Don't go to plan. 5. Fading, at 215. Yet another TOH work (I was around when the fandom was active as heck), one of the shortest pieces I've ever written at only 722 words. It's from Flapjack's POV during that scene in Thanks for Them. You know the one. I made lots of people cry, and sacrificed the birb.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Of course!! I thoroughly appreciate every comment I receive; they really make my day. Being part of an active fandom with the Uncle Paul AU has sort of taken me by storm so my inbox is pretty clogged at the moment, but I promise that I have read and smiled over and will reply to the comments all of my lovely readers have left behind! It means so much that someone's not only taken the time to read what I've written, but that they liked it enough to leave a comment behind. Even just keysmashes or "<33"s are really lovely to see, so thank you to the wonderful commentors out there! You guys are awesome :D

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooh, now this is a tough one! Pretty much 95% of what I write is angst, with a good 70% being Hurt No Comfort. Still, I think the angstiest ending I've ever written would have to be that of either "Enough", in which 13 y/o me decided it was a good idea to follow the perspective of kindergartener Theodore Huxley as his brother pushed him to his death, or "Wilted", in which 13 y/o me decided it was a good idea to follow the perspective of suicidal kindergartener Lily as she gave up on finding the one person who cared about her and committed suicide as a result of being bullied. Wilted should probably win out considering the implications of what would happen to Billy as a result, and bc the ending subsequently led to Nugget's death too, but Ted's train of thought in Enough is so gosh darn sad.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Definitely "McDonald's". That's the fluffiest thing I've ever written, no doubt about it. Not a smidgen of angst, just a bunch of kids with colourful eyes and pointy ears walking into a fast food restaurant and discovering what chicken nuggets are. It literally ends with the promise of more cute adventures to come, so I'd say this one's a no-brainer loll

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've only ever received hate once, on a little Gravity Falls AU I made entitled "Puppet Strings and Stage Curtains". I got some pretty nasty criticism on it and, as a kid who was still very anxious about posting stuff online, it really impacted me at the time. I'm still a little nervous even now to open up my inbox because I think I might have gotten another comment like that shfjdhhgkjh. I wound up abandoning the fic because my motivation was completely destroyed, and I couldn't even look at the thing without feeling ashamed. However, I haven't received any hate since, which is great! There's just no reason for it, really; if you like something, leaving a comment is wonderful, and it makes the author happy! If you don't, just don't read the fic. Leaving a hurtful comment isn't going to make anyone happy, and can be really damaging to writers. Shoutout to @weedkillercentral, who, without fail, leaves the bizzarest comments known to man on almost every work I post.

9. Do you write smut?

Nope! I am a ✨minor✨ (@snarky-wallflower dw I too am a nerdy prude, sex jokes are Ew). Still, I do enjoy writing romance from time to time! Some ships are straight-up hard not to enjoy reading/writing for :))

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Funny story, actually. I used to have Wattpad and, as much as I hated using it, a friend of mine liked the site so I used it to support her. I wound up posting some of my own stuff on there at one point. I will never be able to get over the fact that when you searched up my username online, the images used to show a picture of Sharkbomb Glomgold. How do I know this? Because small me got bored and looked up my username, and accidentally found a mirror site to Wattpad with some of my stuff on. It credited my username and everything, but I panicked about it because as far as I was aware, I had no control over whether I could take it down or what else could be put on it. So, I deleted everything on my account, and just like that, the fics on the mirror site vanished. So no, I've never had anything outright stolen-- at least, I hope I haven't-- but that was a Not Fun experience for little me a few years ago

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, I'm not famous enough for that lol. I did have an offer for someone to make a podfic of smth I wrote a few years ago, but they never got around to it. Still, if anyone ever wants to translate one of my fics, I'd love it if you did! Please just let me know and acknowledge me as the OG author; having a work translated sounds awesome.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Many thanks yet again to the amazing @charismabee, my dear co-author and the Kel shirt to my Maverick cosplay wig. The amount of hours I've spent writing with her is actually insane, as well as the times we've just messaged brainstorming AUs or having far too strong feelings about the show Elena of Avalor. We've done joint Whumptobers and Febuwhumps, fics that are combinations of the nichest stories and characters, a lot of redemption arcs for 5-year-olds... If you like my stuff, I thoroughly encourage you to go give her work a read at TheFearIsRed on AO3! :D

If anyone else ever wants to try collaborating on something, I think I'd be willing to give it a try! There are loads of talented authors on here, and co-writing is a lot of fun <3

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Hmm... Well, Paulkins is an obvious one (remember that one post about "hatchetfield fans when normal man and his barista crush show up for 5 seconds"? yeah that's me). They have a level of mutual trust and understanding that's just really nice to explore, they both have issues galore but will support each other no matter what, half infected Paul content is golden and as an avid Uncle Paul truther, Emma finding out about his many children is just too funny a concept to me. They act like teenagers when they see each other, they're both down bad, she knows he doesn't like the Christmas advert jingles, he thinks she's funny,,, they're so <3

Another strong contender is Pearla (Penny x Carla), from the K2 fandom. @goldmoth82 was the one who got me into writing about them with their absolutely incredible stuff (art, fics, you name it!). They're just a traumatised android and a thieving arsonist, what more could you want?

Gold rush (Kel x Mikhael) is another of my favourites though, mostly because it's so funny. Mikhael has declared them rivals, and Kel could not care less. Mikhael challenges him to races, and Kel beats him easily. Mikhael insults him often, but Kel doesn't retaliate. Mikhael wants to be independent and special, to stand out from everyone else. Kel wants to be appreciated as more than just Hero's brother, to be liked and acknowledged as himself. Mikhael would vehemently deny his feelings until Daphne and Bowen tied them up together and forced him to confess. Rivals are just lovers in disguise, everyone. One-sided gold rush is even funnier, because they're technically one-sided rivals. Kel was Mikhael's homosexual awakening. Mikhael looks so dumb and flamboyant because he's trying to impress him. Mikhael claims he hates him and that his bright red face is from anger after Kel effortlessly beats him time and time again. I love them.

But I think out of everything, Wrightworth would have to take my top pic for favourite ship. Gay lawyers who would die for each other for the win.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

Ohh gosh. There are quite a few, but I'd probably say this year's Whumptober. My mental health went schwoop this October and I only got up to day 11 despite my plans. I still intend to finish the collab one with Red when I have time again (exams suck), and I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to get around to completing it. At least there's always next year! :"]

16. What are your writing strengths?

Definitely characterisation. I have a lot of fun getting into characters' heads and making studies on them in different scenes or just overall, and have a lot of fun bouncing different personalities off of each other. Once I know a character, I know the character, and writing their POV is as simple as breathing lol. I'd also say that I'm pretty good at tension building and breaking, as well as Hurt No Comfort (you need some good old angst, I'm your gal).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes, for one, though I've been improving on them since I started the TOH Kindergarten AU! I'd also say that I struggle with slower-paced, filler sort of stuff. I might like to build up to an event, but chapters that don't have plot relevance just sort of stump me lol, even when they're necessary :)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I enjoy learning languages, and have been teaching myself Spanish for the past couple of years or so. However, writing them is a whole separate thing entirely. If I had a translator, I'd be all good! I just get a little worried when I write any language that isn't Spanish because google translate is unreliable as heck, so I typically tend to avoid it. Luckily, none of my fandoms really require it- but if that Franziska & Miles brainrot doesn't go away soon, I might be in a bit of a pickle trying to write German dialogue hshjhgfk

19. First fandom you wrote for?

A Series of Unfortunate Events (the Netflix show). It was the first fandom I got really, properly into, diving in headfirst at the age of about 12 and finding a lot of awesome content. The obsession I had with VFDBaudelaireFile13's Violet Snicket AU "Misery Loves Company" a few years ago was wild. My writing back then was very jolty, and I wrote in chapters that only lasted a few paragraphs with big, bold titles that often had at least two exclamation marks at the end. Still, ASOUE is one of my favourite shows to this day, and I don't regret a thing from my time binge-reading everything I could find for it (except that one lemons fic I accidentally came across when starved for content), nor any of the silly little unposted AUs I wrote on Word.

20. Top 3 fics I've ever written:

I puzzled over this question for ages, but found it impossible to choose just one! Ignore that I'm cheating a little here, and take three instead <3

1. An unposted collaborative work with @charismabee/TheFearIsRed that we called MPT. It was the first big fic I ever wrote, and it was probably what really got me into writing as a hobby. I got to spend time at random intervals writing about and whumping my favourite characters with someone I'm very close with, making up the plot as we went along. I remember coming up with the initial idea on a swingset, and spending hours colour-coding every segment of those 50,000 words based on each mention of a character as well as who wrote what. MPT is messy, and a tad repetitive in places, and while finished, I don't believe it's something I'll ever post. But it holds a special place in my heart, and it's a lot of fun looking back on my writing from a couple years ago compared to now 2. Not sure if this fully counts, but an untitled Omori WIP I've got going atm is definitely up there. It's Hero-centric with huge emphasis on his trauma, following the course of the year the events of the game occur in. I've had a blast writing his thoughts and time at college, and I'm geberally just really proud of it thus far. Hopefully, it'll be done by January in time for his birthday! :) 3. Now this one is a posted work– Magical Girls: Omori!, another collab with Red. We came up with the idea, binge-watched season one of Glitter Force on Netflix, and ran with the plot. We've planned out all of season 1 with ideas for season 2, incorporated a plethora of great characters, and been able to mess around with a fun fantasy high school full of our favourites. It's always wonderful to write, and I really like how it's been going!

Thank you again to @snarky-wallflower for the tag! You're amazing <3

As for people I know, I've tagged the vast majority of you already sjhkffg oops.

@charismabee @goldmoth82 @weltato @inprisonforsparkling hey there jpr the au mastermind, fanartist of the century, paul whump bestie and king of michie. you guys are some of my favourite writers out there, i'd love to see what you answer with for this (no pressure ofc!) <33

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﹒ sung hanbin love timeline!

nonidol!shanbin x reader warning ﹕angst kinda (but u get some comfort so!) + nothing else! edit status ﹕not edited ..  word count  ﹕722 words  previous ⠀ next ⠀ ⠀masterlist 

the crying shore’s tears have been wiped. there really was no more hope. you two really were just a bunch of fools that left your lives on the shore you met. you chuckled looking at how the water moved back, only a second after it came crashing forward. was that how you were with him? how could you not realize that it was all gone? there was no more love, no more care, no more “how was your day?” or genuine i love you’s. you two were just there under the label, there for the little sanity you believed you still had left.  oh this was so draining, you couldn’t help but to just fall onto your knees feeling them dig into the sand. chugging down the alcohol in your hand, you grimaced at the burning feeling down your throat. the alcohol seemed to be the only thing that stopped your throat from clogging up again, leading you to desperately drink it all, and letting out a loud sob as you realized the bottle had finally been emptied out. 

“why would you cry at such a beautiful sight?” 

you scoffed. what was so beautiful about it? all it did was remind you of the failed love and heartbreak you were currently experiencing. the words spoken from the masculine voice just made you grow more bitter. how come he didn’t have to experience such pain here? why did it have to be you of all people? 

“this beach ... is like athena. such a good reputation but she cursed poor medusa over a momentary affair.” “that’s understandable.” 

you were still dazed and zoned out staring into the beach even after his words, but hearing his next words just made the flimsy wall you had quickly built up within the few moments, come tumbling down. 

“you know you can cry no matter what right? even with me here?” 

as if it was just a trigger, you just fell right back into your depressive state. for some reason it didn’t hurt as bad now, because for once after those 15 years you thought you experienced comfort from your old lover, you knew for a fact that the rubbing on your back, the way he pulled you in for a hug after you let out a weak nod for consent, the way he stroked your head saying the most comforting words you had finally heard after so long, “i wish i could take this pain away from you”, “you don’t deserve to feel so hurt”. the crying slowly ended but you couldn’t help but want to embrace this feeling for a little longer, afraid to feel alone again. 

“hmmm, what do i do? i can’t have you feeling so down and alone?” 

it was then when you looked up and realized you really didn’t even know how this man looked. he had such an innocent face, especially since he spoke with his cheeks puffed, looking like a (cute sorry had to) chipmunk. he had brown hair with some strands that shifting and blowing to the wind. a pair of dark glasses that framed his face perfectly and displayed his dark eyes through the clean clear lenses. you almost felt envious for a second until he spoke in his eloquent voice while pulling out a mini journal and ripping out a page, writing as quickly as possible, especially after hearing vibrations and an alarm go off on his phone. 

“you can always call me whenever you feel lonely, when you want to talk to someone, when you want someone to laugh with you. anything. i pinky promise!” 

hesitantly taking the paper with a shaky hand, you took the paper clutching onto it, almost as if your life depended on it. you could practically feel his beaming smile as he saw you take it, taking your other hand and interlocking your pinky together. when a call came ringing his phone is when he finally realized he had to leave. just as quickly as he came, he left, but you were glad to know it would only be momentarily. uncrumpling the paper that had balled up in your fist. 

sung hanbin +82 XXX-XXX-XXXX call me whenever! :) 

letting out a chuckle, you couldn’t help but think, what a strange night with the crying shore’s tears that have been wiped. 

[emsprovisions]

Hello! Last week I asked if you'd be interested in some scrapped Carlos drabbles from a fic I don't think I will ever finish. They're a bit heavy/angsty because I wrote them to explore different stages in Carlos's life. So here is the first one, about a ten year old Carlos. Enjoy! 💕

The Right Instincts

Word count: 722

Divider can be found here

Carlos scrambled to his room, trying hard not to let the tears break until he made it to privacy. He knew he wasn’t allowed to slam his door, so he settled for leaving it ajar behind him, before grabbing his worn and beloved Kique the Koala from his bed and crawling beneath his desk. He clutched Kique close and began to hiccup, tears already streaming down his red-cheeked face. 

Bonnie nosed her way in, trailing after Carlos and curling up beside him to offer her comfort. Bonnie was technically Ana’s dog—a bribe for no longer being the baby of the family—but she’d grown up with Carlos, as she came into the family not too long before Carlos was born. They were both ten now, but for a miniature poodle, that meant she was toeing her way into old age. She always liked Carlos, because he didn’t try to force her into dresses or chonguitas like his sisters did. She curled up and slept in his bed beside him most nights. And he always gave her his table scraps when Papá wasn’t looking. 

Carlos petted her, clammy hands roaming through her white curls, trying to calm his tears and stay quiet so his dad wouldn’t come in here and yell at him some more. 

“Hi, Chica,” he whispered. “Thanks for coming to check on me.”

“Carlitos?” The door was pushed open, and all Carlos could see were his dad’s heavy boots trudging forward. 

He watched his dad’s legs bring him closer to Carlos, heard the groaning of the mattress as he sank onto the edge of Carlos’s bed. “Come here, son.” 

Carlos looked down at Bonnie, who looked up at him with her big, brown eyes. She licked his arm as he crawled past her, out from beneath his desk, Kique regretfully left behind on the floor. He didn’t want to get yelled at for being a baby, too. 

“Stand up,” his father commanded, and Carlos stood, refusing to look anywhere but his dad’s eyes. “Mírame, son.”

Carlos bit his lip and met his father’s eyes.

“I didn’t teach you self defense so you can go around punching your classmates.”

Carlos bit his lip harder, so it wouldn’t quiver. “He was a bully, daddy,” he mumbled.

“Speak up.” 

Carlos swallowed. “He was a bully.”

Gabriel sighed. “I understand that, son, I do, but you still can't go around hitting people.”

“He was making fun of my friend, Papá! I was defending my friend, like you taught me!”

“No, Carlos,” Gabriel shook his head. “Words don’t hurt people. Your actions do. You can’t hit someone just because they said something mean to you.”

Carlos’s balled-up fists shook at his sides. He knew he was the one being punished, sent home early from school, his dad’s disappointment like gasoline he felt being poured over his veins, but he knew he wasn’t wrong for defending someone else. His dad had taught him that too, after all. He was used to being the kid that got picked on in class, so when Ricky Hernandez turned on Jake, Carlos knew he couldn’t let anyone else be treated the way he was. 

“You’re no troublemaker, Carlos,” Gabriel said, and Carlos always knew he wasn’t. That wasn’t what this was. He just didn’t know how to make his dad see it like he did. 

“I’m sorry,” Carlos whispered, just wishing to placate his father so he would go away.

“You’re damn right you’re sorry, mijo. You are going to sit at this desk and write an apology letter to Ricky Hernandez, to your teacher, to your principal, and to your mamá, because you will be telling her what you did when she gets home.”

Carlos tried not to shake. His mom being mad at him would be ten million times worse, he hadn’t even considered her reaction yet. He felt more tears prickle behind his eyes and he dug his short fingernails further into his palms, trying hard to steel himself. He wouldn’t cry in front of his dad, that was a punishable weakness he couldn’t afford at this point. Not when his tears were brought on by his own actions. He wasn’t sorry for hitting Ricky, but he was sorry to be in this mess now. He was sorry for himself, and maybe that was the worst punishment of all.

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Iconic Comeback: Tyra Banks, Adriana Lima, and More Legends Light Up Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show 2024!

Tyra Banks: The world-famous Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show is back after a four-year hiatus, and it’s making headlines once again. This iconic event returned with a dazzling show featuring legendary supermodels, fresh faces, and a commitment to a more inclusive vision. After years of controversy and introspection, the show’s return marks a bold transformation aimed at reclaiming its place in fashion with a renewed purpose.

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In the spirit of inclusivity and empowerment, the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show has re-emerged, addressing past criticisms while adapting to a new cultural landscape. Here’s everything you need to know about this transformative and much-talked-about event.

Tyra Banks: The Icon Returns to the Runway After 20 Years

In a powerful message posted before the show, Banks expressed her excitement, saying:

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“You are… Never too young to SMiZE. Never too old to DREAM. And I hope you’ll be doing both with me tomorrow when I rock that @victoriassecret runway again after almost 20 years!”

She went on to encourage fans to reflect on their own dreams, saying, “As I walk, think about YOUR dreams, what YOU want to accomplish. That thing you’ve been doubting about yourself. That thing you’re not sure you are confident enough to accomplish.” This message struck a chord with viewers and echoed throughout the night, setting the tone for a show focused on inspiration and self-belief.

Banks’ triumphant return was part of a star-studded lineup that included other Victoria’s Secret mainstays, such as Adriana Lima, Candice Swanepoel, and Gigi Hadid. Together, they embodied the essence of the new Victoria’s Secret brand: beauty that’s empowering, diverse, and inspiring.

A Star-Studded Runway Full of Familiar Faces and New Icons

In addition to Banks, several high-profile models graced the runway, showcasing their own unique styles and personalities. Victoria’s Secret icons like Kate Moss, Behati Prinsloo, Bella Hadid, and Ashley Graham joined the celebration, demonstrating the brand’s commitment to diversity. Each model brought her own story and charisma to the stage, making the event a powerful showcase of beauty in all forms.

Gigi Hadid, who has become a fan favorite, shined brightly as she walked the runway alongside other familiar faces. Known for her dynamic presence and playful energy, Hadid reflected the show’s new vibe: confidence, grace, and relatability. The presence of models like Ashley Graham, known for her advocacy of body positivity, reinforced the message that beauty goes beyond traditional ideals.

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Victoria’s Secret’s Journey to Reinvent Itself

The Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, once a mainstay in the world of fashion, was paused in 2019 amid controversies and changing consumer expectations. At the time, the brand faced significant criticism for a lack of inclusivity, sparking discussions on how the brand could evolve in an era where diversity and representation matter more than ever.

One major turning point came in 2018 when Ed Razek, then Chief Marketing Officer for parent company L Brands, made controversial comments about transgender models, which many found exclusionary. The backlash was swift, with consumers calling for greater inclusivity on the runway. This incident, combined with declining sales and shifting cultural attitudes, led Victoria’s Secret to reevaluate its approach.

In response, the brand launched the VS Collective in 2021, introducing a more diverse and inclusive group of brand ambassadors. These ambassadors included actress and entrepreneur Priyanka Chopra Jonas, Brazilian transgender model Valentina Sampaio, and LGBTQIA+ advocate and professional soccer player Megan Rapinoe. The Collective aims to redefine beauty standards by embracing diverse backgrounds, experiences, and identities. Victoria’s Secret stated that it wants to inspire customers and align with causes that are meaningful to women everywhere.

The brand also introduced new programs focused on empowering women, creating products that reflect diversity, and producing content that uplifts rather than objectifies. The VS Collective is more than just a marketing tool; it’s a sign that Victoria’s Secret is committed to positive change.

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日本の考古学と科学思想の歴史。

第2章 ：

日本の考古学者の皆さん、哲学的観点から見た新しい日本考古学へようこそ。 — 前の章で、特定のトピック、歴史、考古学、人類学について質問されるとき、たとえば「私たちの先祖は誰ですか?」とコメントしました。 そして彼らはどうやって X 場所にたどり着いたのでしょうか? 考古学自体が 19 世紀末の 1877 年に登場したとき、1884 年に人類学研究所が、1895 年に日本考古学協会が誕生したことについて触れます。 - 19 世紀の人なら、「私は誰ですか、どこから来たのですか?」と尋ねるでしょう。 ドイツ語、中国語、ノルウェー語、日本語などを尋ねることができます。 この種の質問は今日に至るまで答えられていません。 歴史学と考古学はそれらに答えを与えておらず、今日の他の分野でさえさらに多くのことを知っていますが、道のりはまだ長いです。 19世紀の日本、特にその終わり頃は、自分たちの起源を知りませんでした。 1980 年代の日本の科学者なら誰でも、最初の日本人入植者は誰だったのか疑問に思うでしょう。 ここに定住するきっかけは何ですか？ 現在、最初の入植者は約 3 万年前に到着したことが知られていますが、彼らだけだったのでしょうか? この諸島には、海面が現在より 120 倍も低かったため、中国と朝鮮の半島を北と南から通ってやって来た最初の入植者がいたことが知られています。 日本人は非常に古い本を 2 冊持っていることが知られており、1 冊は西暦 711 年、もう 1 冊は西暦 722 年のものです。 最初の書紀は古事記と呼ばれ、二番目の日本書紀は、神 (カミスと呼ばれる) による西暦 660 年からの日本の建国について語っています。この日本の神聖な起源の概念は、第二次世界大戦 (第二次世界大戦) まで続きます。 これら 2 冊の本は、ヨーロッパではギリシャとローマに遡る最古の本に相当します。 - 気に入っていただければ幸いです。今後の投稿でお会いしましょう。良い一週間をお過ごしください。

HISTORY OF JAPANESE ARCHEOLOGY AND SCIENTIFIC THOUGHT.

Episode 2:

Welcome, Japanesearchaeologicalists, to a new installment of Japanese archaeology, seen from a philosophical point of view. Having said that, get comfortable and let's begin.

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In the previous chapter, we commented that when we are asked questions about certain topics, history, archeology and anthropology, for example: Who were our ancestors? And how did they get to X place? We mention, when archeology itself emerged at the end of the 19th century, 1877, the origin of the anthropology laboratory in 1884 and in 1895 the Japanese archeology society.

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A person from the 19th century would ask: Who am I, where do I come from? We could ask a: German, Chinese, Norwegian, Japanese, etc. These types of questions remain unanswered to this day. History and archeology have not given them an answer, even other disciplines today know much more, but there is still a long way to go. Japan during the 19th century, especially the end of that period, did not know its own origin. Any Japanese scientist in the 1980s would wonder who were the first Japanese settlers? What led you to settle here? Currently, it is known that the first settlers arrived about 30,000 years ago. Were they the only ones? It is known that the archipelago was inhabited by other inhabitants who were the first settlers. They arrived through the peninsula of China and Korea, both from the north and the south, since the sea level was 120 times lower than today. It is known that the Japanese have two very old books, one dates from 711 and the other from 722 AD. The first is called Kojiki and the second Nihonshoki, the Kojiki tells of the founding of Japan from the year 660 AD by the gods (called kamis), this concept of the divine origin of Japan would last until World War II (2ww). These two books would be the equivalent in Europe of the oldest dating back to Greece and Rome.

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I hope you liked it and see you in future posts, have a good week.

[milk-crafting]

5 for Venna, maybe?💖 or Tristo?

I went with Venna uwu

I've been wanting to develop her backstory waaayy more and this is low key inconsistent with my initial plans for her, but I'm sick and tired of these deadbeat vampire dads, so she's a dhampir with a mildly helpful vampire dad.

words: 722 characters: Venna (KC) and her dad, in a flashback to when she was a kid CW: brief mention of almost-drowning, brief mention of the death of grandparents, me changing the verb tense a couple times but being too lazy to fix it, flashback to when venna was a kiddo uhhh I think that's it

Snow falls steadily, draping thick white blankets on the frozen earth in the countryside of Varno County, Ustalav.  The pond froze over in the snowstorm that had blown in overnight, but the air is still and cold and quiet today.  The silence that comes with the flakes that fall from the sky is a palpable, almost sentient thing, and it’s the only company Venna has in the twilight hours of early dawn.

She remembers growing up here, skating on this same pond in the winters as a child.  Her grandparents farm had sat atop the hill nearby, but it’s a burnt out husk of what it used to be now.  She knows that they must have died years ago.  She wishes she had been there for them.  They weren’t her “real” grandparents, but they raised her well enough–and taught her to use a scythe for defense, and not just to cut the grain they grew.  She had hidden her magic from them, so having some other outlet like that had been a blessing.

She doesn’t skate on the pond now.  Instead, she paces out on unsteady feet, her fur-lined boots keeping her warm but not providing much traction on the slick surface.  The snow resting peacefully on the ice below her is some help.  A softly uttered prayer to Gozreh won’t save her from busting her ass, but it can’t hurt.

It wasn’t Gozreh who protected her when she was a child, nor was it her elderly guardians.

She remembers the man only in what she could see of him by night.  Pale, lithe, handsome, a head of long, thick black hair like hers.  He caught her sneaking out of her window, when she first met him.

“No.  Bed,” he’d said, voice soft and quiet but commanding all the same.

She’d gone back to bed reluctantly, and had passed the whole encounter off as a strange dream.

The second time she saw him was when she had managed to sneak out and make her way down to the frozen pond.  The ice was fresh that night, the winter air crisp and light but she was bundled up so tightly in her little wool coat that she paid it no mind.  She walked out onto the ice then.  She didn’t skate.  She hadn’t been able to move fast enough to outrun the thin, cracking ice beneath her in the center of the pond.  She tried to let out a terrified cry when she hit the frigid water, but all that did was send cold water pouring into her mouth.

The hands that pulled her from the water were not warm.  The arms that held her were protective, but provided no shelter.

“Dammit,” he had hissed out, voice a quiet rasp.

“You can’t say that,” she’d managed, her own voice nearly matching his own.

“I can.  You can’t, at least not until you’re as old as me.”

“How old are you?”

He doesn’t reply.  Instead, he carries her back home, wincing softly every time her trembling changes tempo.  “Tell your grandmother to give you dry clothes and to stoke the hearth.  You need to get warm or you’ll get very sick,” he says, calm but even Venna at her young age can tell that he’s worried.  “I can’t come in,” he adds, lifting her to her still open window and helping her inside.

In the dim light of the lamp she’d left burning in the window sill she can see his face.  His eyes are a dull, ugly shade of scab red, his skin is pale and she can see veins tracing delicately below his features.  He looked sad, she thought at the time.  Now, looking back, Venna thinks he looked tired.  

He offers up a wan smile.  “No more night-time adventures,” he says, sternly now.

Venna nods.  She wishes now that she’d said more.  She wishes now that she’d ignored him and gone on as many night-time adventures as she could have.

When Venna steps out onto the ice now it’s thick and stable–there are no spiderweb cracks spreading out under her steps, there’s no sound of crunching ice beneath her.  She’s safe.  It’d be too late for him to show up now anyway, even if it wasn’t.  She treads carefully back to land anyway, and starts the long trek back to town.

[rebbilina]

Meet the Michaelsons (and Moore)

So, let's introduce the family that was briefly referenced in the introduction to Cedar Shore.

(This pose was a pain to arrange (probably mainly because I'm new to poses. In the end, it was still cuter than the one I took with the poses that are in the game, so let's go with it anyway.)

Melanie Michaelson

Age: 53

Aspiration: Family/Fortune

OTH: Tinkering

3t2 traits: Hot-headed, nurturing, charismatic, handy and vehicle enthusiast.

Sexuality: Bisexual (She's not really aware that she is, and I'm not really sure how she'd feel about it if it ever came up. For now, it's not something she really considers and she just assumes that everyone can find everyone attractive. She's been with her husband since she was 17, which is probably a reason she hasn't really explored that side of herself.)

Partner: Peter Michaelson

Kids: Lucas (22) and Oliver (20).

College Degree: no

Lifetime Want: Restore 50 cars.

Melanie is the kind of woman that has a lot of opinions and let's people know about them, as soon as she has them. This has occasionally gotten her into trouble, but this fiery personality was also what made her husband fall head over heels in her in high school. Other than Peter and her sons, the one thing she loves most in this world are cars. She fixes up old junk cars in her spare time and sells them on and makes a little bit of spare cash on the side. This skill is also handy when owning a gas station, as she doubles as the local mechanic.

Peter Michaelson

Age: 52

Aspiration: Knowledge/Family

OTH: Cuisine

3t2 traits: Socially awkward, friendly, natural cook, loves the outdoors and neat.

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Partner: Melanie Michaelson

Kids: Lucas (22) and Oliver (20)

College Degree: no

Lifetime Want: Max out 7 skills

Peter is the quieter of the Michaelson couple. He means well and is a friendly guy, but he hasn't necessarily perfected his comedic timing and doesn't really know how to come back from an awkward silence. Peter is a bit of a geek and loves learning. He'd have loved to go to college back in the day, but it just wasn't possible for him. That's why he's very happy for his sons to have the opportunity, even if that means they haven't been able to come home to visit very often. Peter's biggest interest is cooking, and if you've ever had a sandwich or cinnamon bun from the gas station, he was probably the one preparing it.

Peter and Melanie met in high school and have been together ever since. The idea of opening a gas station in the Cedar Shore area originally begun as a joke. They were driving up to Three Lakes and didn't stop for gas when they probably should have. The last few hours of the drive was spent worrying about whether or not they were actually gonna make it or have to call for help. Luckily, they did, but it became an inside joke between them. A few years later, a house in the area were listed for sale and they decided to do it. They moved, purchased the plot of land across from their house and has built the gas station from the ground up. Now, it's been there for 30 years. Their sons were born in the area and the couple can't imagine a better place to raise a family. They're not entirely sure about Simcity recently taking an interest in their little town. They'd love to have a school and a proper grocery store, but is Simcity gonna care about preserving their beautiful nature and small town ideals?

The Michaelson house. I'm not gonna do a full tour now, you'll get to see it more through gameplay, but both Peter and Melanie loves 50s style, which is reflected in their interior decoration.

Family starting funds: 3 722 (+ house worth 92 271 and gas station worth 61 827) I realise that this makes them a lot more wealthy than sims usually are in the beginning of a BACC, but since they're meant to have lived in the area for a long time and have had all of that time to build up their home and business, I figured it made sense for them.

Since this post was so long, I'm gonna do a seperate post to introduce the Michaelson sons. Coming right up!

[meetthetruthblogger]

The 7th Law and Prophecy

Exodus 20:14 (14) VII. “You shall not commit adultery.”

- Likewise, Jesus speaking about the Seventh Commandment:

"You have heard that it was said to those of old, 'You shall not commit adultery.' But I say to you that whoever looks at a woman to lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart. If your right eye causes you to sin, pluck it out and cast it from you; for it is more profitable for you that one of your members perish, than for your whole body to be cast into hell.” (Matthew 5:27-29)

Jesus is judging you on the thoughts and condition of your heart. Have you sinned by lusting? Jesus had more to say about the Seventh Commandment:

“Furthermore it has been said, ‘Whoever divorces his wife, let him give her a certificate of divorce.’ But I say to you that whoever divorces his wife for any reason except sexual immorality causes her to commit adultery; and whoever marries a woman who is divorced commits adultery.” (Matthew 5:31-32)

The Bible consistently presents human sexuality as holy and natural within the context of the marital vows and just as consistently identifies all other sexual activities as condemned and sinful. The Bible expressly forbids adultery, fornication, homosexuality, bestiality, incest, prostitution, rape, sodomy and all other forms of sexual activity.

I feel compelled to add a portion of an article written by R. Albert Mohler, Jr. for “Holman Illustrated Bible Dictionary” copyright 2003: “Sexuality is one of God’s good gifts, and the source of much human happiness. At the same time, once expressed outside its intended context of marital fidelity, it can become one of the most destructive forces in human existence.”

“Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived. Neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor homosexuals, nor sodomites, nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners will inherit the kingdom of God.” (1 Corinthians 6:9-10)

Prophecy:

    Isaiah 40:3 and Malachi 3:1 – The ‘voice of one crying in the wilderness,’ a messenger, will prepare the way for the Messiah.

Isaiah 40:3 “The voice of one crying in the wilderness: Prepare the way of the Lord; Make straight in the desert a highway for our God.”

Malachi 3:1 “Behold, I send My messenger, and he will prepare the way before Me…”

a. Matthew 3:1-4 – “In those days John the Baptist came preaching in the wilderness of Judea, and saying ‘Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand!’ For this is he who was spoken of by the prophet Isaiah, saying: ‘The voice of one crying in the wilderness: Prepare the way of the Lord; Make His paths straight.’ Now John himself was clothed in camel’s hair with a leather belt around his waist; and his food was locusts and wild honey.”

b. Approximate date of Prophecy: (Isaiah) “750-722 years B. C.” and (Malachi) “420-415 years B. C.”

700 years before the birth of John the Baptist, he and his part in the story of our Redemption by Jesus Christ was foretold. Doesn’t that make you want to find the nearest priest or preacher and declare your repentance of sin and acceptance of Jesus as your Lord and Savior?

I hope you are seeing our journey through The Ten Commandments as a warning; much like if you saw a blind man walking toward a thousand-foot cliff, you would warn him. You would warn him of the danger he is in, wouldn’t you?

If you are not a born-again Christian, you are that blind man!

Thanks for reading. Each of you are in my prayers.

T. C. Maloney

[coreypettengillconceptart]

I started this project like the last, by sketching out some basic ideas based on the many memories that came to mind. I was able to get something down for 3 of those by the time I had my tutorial with Neal. Fishing for crabs at the beach near my grandparents’ house with my sister and 2 of our cousins (1&2). I was starting to reimagine this one as a boss fight in a kids on bikes/Goonies-esque game where the levels are all based on children’s games. With 3&4 I was trying to design a vehicle where the only passenger seats were “the way way back” (the rear facing, fold away seats found in old station wagons). Then the last few were based on the year I had a procedure done on my heart to fix an aspect of the heart condition I was born with. I started off this idea with designs of a robot/cyborg powered by a visible heart. After the procedure my sister and I would jokingly say that I was a cyborg now (a small metal and fabric device was implanted into my heart); and later that year near Halloween I had to wear a heart monitor that at 12 years old I thought was very visible, and told kids at school that it was part of my robot costume. With five I was trying to work in the shape of the device that was implanted, but it didn’t feel like the right direction.

When I went over these Ideas with Neal he gravitated towards the memories tied to my heart procedure. They’re very personal to me and somewhat unique, and I agreed that it was probably the way to go. So, I started working on more robot designs, with a focus on making them look more childlike, since I was 12 at the time. I also started exploring more subtle (less gruesome) ways to represent the heart. I found a design I liked (4), sketched out some ideas for a keyframe based on the day (while wearing the monitor) that my dad and I caught a faint glimpse of the northern lights, to bring more positive, nostalgic vibes into the memory. Then as I was gathering reference and composing something along the lines of 7 I just hit a wall and realized I really didn’t want to do something based on having heart surgery as a preteen. So I went back and started making some character designs based on My sister, cousins, and me. The idea of a game where you play as children fighting their way though larger than life imaginations had kind of charmed me anyway, and felt like it had a better chance to feel "nostalgic."

The first set of designs I felt came out decent considering the cartoony style I was going for isn't how I normally work. 1-4 ended up looking more teenaged than they should so I gave them a second go this time looking for examples of cartoony styled illustrations on pinterest to help. I also tried to make the characters' "weapons" look more like they were beach toys. I wanted one character to have magic, so that honor went to my sister because she's the oldest.

Keeping with the toon style I wanted to do a bit more of a 2 tone approach to rendering. So what I ended up trying was a to add an adjustment layer where I shifted the local colors darker and cooler, then using a layer mask to paint back in the light.

A little while ago I watched a video by the Youtubers/artists Drawfee (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vuX18Sbtv58&t=722s) where they were experimenting with new mediums and one member (Jacob Andrews) tried making pixel art for the first time. At this stage I was getting inspiration from that video and the look of games of my youth to try that myself. I didn't think I had the time though, so I opted to cheat it using a mosaic filter, though it really didn't have much effect in a mosaic size that was still readable. If I were to continue this project in the final doing actual pixel art would be the way to go. Though I don't know how worthwhile that would be as it's not something I want to explore as part of my development as a concept artist. It's more just something that seems fun at the moment.

The last thing I did before review (honestly mostly because I didn't feel I had much to show) was start to make thumbnails of a possible key frame based on this idea that I could work on if I continue this project. I'm not currently feeling like that will be the case though, as the style I chose for this project isn't really how I generally work, nor is developing that kind of style necessarily a goal I have for this course. Though the rendering technique I tried is definitely something I can find a use for in the future.

References:

Pinimg.com. (2025). Available at: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ad/74/b5/ad74b561169dae577eb28459f3aa745d.jpg [Accessed 9 Jan. 2025].

Yoonji Choi (2014). bathman-my shortanimation. [online] Behance. Available at: https://www.behance.net/gallery/13557469/bathman-my-shortanimation.

TB Choi. Life drawing and doodle , TB Choi. [online] Pinterest. Available at: https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/1053209062861714695/ [Accessed 9 Jan. 2025].

Leadershipfreak.blog. (2025). Available at: https://leadershipfreak.blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/crab.jpg

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

headcanons for every leon

Inspired by this post

content: spitting, slapping, biting, handcuffs, public-ish sex, degradation, oral sex, LEON SLUT KENNEDY

word count: 722

Re 2 Leon likes hickies. Every Leon would probably like them, but 21 year old Leon is young enough to get away with them. He likes when you mark him and tell him that you’re going to ‘make him yours’ because he’s so proud to have a pretty girl like you as his girlfriend (or whatever your relationship may be). When you let him do the same for you, he feels honored, he thinks he doesn’t deserve it, but he loves the idea of you being his and only his.

Re 4 Leon is still young and fun. He doesn’t go out on the town often, but when he does, he loves fucking you in semi-public places. In the car, in a bathroom stall, in a broom closet. He’d even finger you in the movie theater if he thought you could get away with it. Honestly, the thought of getting caught gets him off, though. He especially likes the fact that you have to be quiet because it’s easy for him with the composure he’s developed over the years, but you, on the other hand, have to try to be quiet. And Leon makes it difficult on purpose. He fucks you hard, so that he has to put his hand over your mouth. It’s all under the guise of ‘we have to do this quickly if we don’t want to get caught’, but really he wants to make you moan.

ID Leon is the most arrogant Leon in my opinion. He knows he’s hot and he uses it to his advantage. It’s not that he’s mean, but if you consent to it, he’d 100% be into degrading you - calling you a ‘slut’ or a ‘whore’, telling you how pathetic you look and how nasty you are for letting him do these things to you. He would also be the type of guy who likes a woman wearing lingerie. He’s not submissive, but he’d let you take control if you put on a show for him. He’d like high heels and fishnets, and if you wore them out he’d go back to being his RE 4 self and fuck you in the nearest semi-private area, while calling you a slut for letting him have you in public.   

Re 6 Leon likes to spit in your mouth when he’s inside you. He grabs your chin and forces you to look him in the eye while he spits into your mouth. Sometimes he’ll close your mouth for you, so you have to swallow it. If you were on top and you tried to spit in his mouth, he would initially be shocked and possibly off-put - or at least, he’d act that way - but secretly he’d like it. 

Damnation Leon just wants his breakfast, and by breakfast, I mean pussy in the morning! But he’s lazy af, so he’d want you to sit on his face. He’d also like it if you brought him actual breakfast in bed. A blowjob in a sexy apron would be the cherry on top. 

Vendetta Leon is constantly frustrated, and he’d love to give you a good spanking. But, if you’d let him, he’d go further and give you a nice slap in the face, too - the kind that stings a little, but doesn’t leave a bruise. He’d still be careful with you. And, if you ever slapped him back, he’d go red in the face - not just because of the slap, he’d be totally embarrassed. He’d be embarrassed because he liked it. A lot. He might try to deny it, but his dick would twitch and you’d know. 

DI Leon has fully embraced his submissive tendencies. Sure, he can be a soft dom! if that’s what you want, but he loves exploring his submissive side. He wants to be handcuffed to the headboard and have you ride him. I don’t know how he’d feel about punishment, but I think he’d like to be edged, and he would act like that’s a form of punishment. I think, like most, if not all, versions of Leon, he’s loud, and he’s whiny when you edge him, pretending like he hates it, but you know he doesn’t because he’s practically drooling. He’d be like ‘you’re so mean’ and you’d be like ‘if you think I’m so mean, then why is your cock leaking?’*

*yes, this is from not old enough chapter 4

[missthem]

COLD

Ajax Petropolus × male reader

Friends to lovers

722 words

A/n: Hii, this is my first time writing any type of fanfiction or just writing in general. Please keep in mind that English is not my first language, so please excuse grammar or spelling mistakes. I know that this is rather short but I hope that you still enjoy it. <3

Your day started rather normally, going to class, eating lunch, and meeting friends. One friend, in particular, caught your attention today, well maybe not only today but for the last year. It was your best friend and roommate Ajax. Figuring out your sexuality and your crush on him took a long time, and you still couldn't work up the courage to just ask him out. Your pinning over him has also started to annoy all of your other friends; they think you should just tell him, but you couldn't.

You hadn't even noticed that you zoned out and were staring directly at Ajax. "Are you alright over there?" he asked looking a bit worried. Blinking yourself out of the trace you quickly answered him "What, oh yeah sorry. I was just thinking about the exam we have next week." "Don't worry about that, I'm sure you are going to do amazing" he smiled back.

In the evening when you crawled into bed it was unusually cold in the castle. It was cold most of the time but this evening even your thick blankets weren't enough to keep you warm. Since Nevermore was in an old building, the heating tended to go out from time to time. Normally, it was fine, and it turned back on after an hour or two but not this time. This time, it was out all night. Because of that, you woke up at 3 am freezing, feeling like you were going to die because of the cold. Looking over to the bed on the other side of the room you saw Ajax peacefully sleeping as if nothing was going on. He must be his own heater, you thought to yourself. Without thinking twice, worried that you might change your decision, you got out of bed and slowly, not to wake him up, walked over to his bed. As you were lifting the blanket he started to wake up. "Five more minutes" he mumbled sleepily. Since he was already starting to wake up you decided to fully wake him and at least get his consent. You started to lightly shake him and after a few shakes, his eyes fluttered open. While blinking up at you he asked "What are you doing here?". "The heating is still out and I'm freezing to death over here" you whispered back, now getting scared of asking him for cuddles. "Alright, and why did you wake me?" he wanted to know. Blushing you uttered, "You looked so warm and I wanted to ask if I could maybe get in with you so you can keep me warm." "Why didn't you just ask, come here." He said while lifting the blanket so you could scout in. Now finally getting warmer, you snuggled even closer to Ajax, seeking his body heat. Noticing this he crossed his arms around your chest and pulled you even closer to himself. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and you were able to feel his warm breath on your exposed skin. This sent shivers down your spine and you instantly craved more. But since you were a coward who can't confess to their crush, you didn't do anything and just enjoyed the moment in silence. This however was broken when Ajax quietly spoke up, "This nice you know. I have always wanted to do this, why haven't we done this earlier?" You turned around so you were facing him. "I don't know, but I have also wanted to do this for quite some time now. You know actually, I have wanted to tell you this for about a year now. Ajax I really like you, like, like like you. It's fine if you don't feel the same I just needed to say…" you weren't able to finish your speech as Ajax cut you off with a kiss, you were caught so off guard that you hesitated for a second before kissing him back. "I like you too, dummy. I have liked you ever since I met you." He whispered to your lips. Now craving more you pulled him back in by his shirt and kissed him again, this time more passionately.

Turns out that the heating being out is not always the worst thing that could happen. Not in this case anyway.