#i need to start reading/watching more older cool stuff

[lilylovelle]

thank u for the taggg <3333

౨ৎ weirdest dream you can remember: i love a lot of my dreams because i'm able to make films out of them lol but the strangest one is when i was like running through this pizzaria at night (trying not to say fnaf) and being chased by these mechanical aliens and locked myself in a bathroom stall. then i thought of demon slayer and how tanjiro had to realise it was a dream so he could wake up and then i woke up. (this was like 2 years ago, my dreams are funky like this still tho)

౨ৎ random snack you love: original ritz crackers (fave school snack).

౨ৎ last movie you watched + rating: 10 things i hate about you (1999) 5 stars, recency bias maybe, but like i loved it smmmm (and the guy i like and likes me back(?) kept asking me "oh do you like that?" "do you want a guy to treat you like that?" "is that cute to you?" "do you find that cool?" through the whole movie 😭 cause we watched it in class)

౨ৎ fav fictional character(s): (literally listing all the characters i like that i can think of lol) tori spring (solitaire), micheal holden (solitaire), tyler yang (house of hollow), vivi hollow (house of hollow), darlinton (ninth house), cardan (the cruel prince), jude wolfe (the inovcations), han seojun (true beauty), kou (ao haru ride), both of the nanas (nana), my darcy (pride and prejudice), elizabeth bennet (pride and prejudice).

౨ৎ vanilla or chocolate? chocolate! (my fave flavour, the safest flavour for me, i'll always like it)

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no pressure tags !! (i usually don't tag when i get tagged but this is my duty because u started it lol and it is my duty as a tumblr friend)

@escarghosted @awwriri @aglimmerr @pearlydolly @emmaestrella

౨ৎ weirdest dream you can remember: dying of TB in a lower-class victorian house in central london.

౨ৎ random snack you love: peanut butter cookies (home-made)

౨ৎ last movie you watched + rating: waitress (2007), 10/10. i love it, mmnnggff

౨ৎ fav fictional character(s): harvey (sdv), grantaire & combeferre (les misérables), rose quartz (su)

౨ৎ vanilla or chocolate? vanilla!

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tagging!

@lilylovelle @coppoladiary @angelblvd444 @untraemma @fawnyywoods @r0tt1ngang3l

+ anyone else :)

[marlynnofmany]

In the interest of not derailing this already-long-and-awesome thread, here are some more details! (Paging @sparrows-corner and any other interested parties.)

So in my first semester of college, I took an Intro to Psychology class. I didn't expect anything special; it was just one of those general education courses that everybody was supposed to take at some point. But it turned out amazing.

What the general public didn't know at that point was someone in the college administration had screwed up and forgotten to assign a teacher to this class. Until a week before class. When several students emailed to ask why that detail was missing in the online listing.

The administration panicked, scrambled for someone-anyone-omg-who-can-drop-everything-and-teach-this-class. They called recently-graduated owners of Masters Degrees in teaching.

They found Sandy.

She was qualified and available, and much older than the average recent grad, with the confidence to go with it. This was still a daunting task, though, and she agreed on one condition: that she team-teach the class with a friend of hers who was still working on finishing his degree.

Having no other choice and seeing no real problem with this, the administration agreed. And thus was born the most glorious educational comedy act in my entire academic career. The two of them were a delight. They knew all the stuff they needed to teach, and they knew a great deal more, and they delivered lectures in a way that had everyone paying eager attention. It was great.

This friend, by the way, was awesome in his own right. While Sandy was a curly-haired white lady around middle age, Wayne was a black guy who (1) dressed in impeccable suits and (2) had cerebral palsy.

I think a lot of 18-year-old minds were quietly enlightened about a few things just from watching these two banter back and forth, one with joints more wobbly than the other. Wayne told a memorable anecdote at one point about stopping by a grocery store in sweat pants instead of his usual classy wear. The cashier asked some gentle question about what he spent his time on, assuming that he had some sort of carer following him around. The expression on her face when he told her that he taught college was one I'll never forget, and I didn't even see it.

Anyways, at the end of this semester, the two teachers asked a few of us smart kids if we wanted to be TAs (teaching assistants) for the next semester. Since most of us had already become friends during the make-a-group-and-discuss-things portions of the class, this sounded like a party that would look good on our records later. And it really was.

I TA'd for that class a few times in a row, with my buddies and the two very cool teachers. We met up outside of class for holiday parties and everything.

And, since this was during the time the Lord of the Rings trilogy was first coming out in theaters, we all dressed up in costume and went to an early screening together.

Wayne drove. His handicap placard meant we got to park at the front, which was pretty awesome.

Now, I'd met people before who knew more LotR lore than I did, but they all paled in comparison to Sandy. As I said in the notes on that other post, she shared some stories of her youth with us. When she was fourteen, she ran away to join a hippie commune. She already knew fluent elvish, and she used that to help the commune's drug-runners stay out of the clutches of the cops, by translating their drug notes into a language the cops couldn't read. With a start like that, it was unsurprising that she still knew elvish now, along with all sorts of fascinating deep lore.

She had a limited edition book that looked shockingly expensive. She made beeswax candles for all the TAs as holiday gifts, with our names written on them in elvish. I still have mine somewhere.

I haven't heard from any of these lovely people in a long time, since college moves on and so does life, but I will treasure those memories forever. I hope Sandy and Wayne and the others are doing well. They deserve the best.

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner pt 2

Danny had to admit, Lunch Lady was an excellent teacher.

Sure they were blitzing though a cook book thst was more tape and hope the paper, but Danny was for once actually understanding and enjoying being taught.

Cracking an egg into a bowl, Danny held it close while whisking quickly, not fully incorporating the flour in his pancake batter before dumping a good sized dollop on the flat top, smiling from the brief sizzle that he heard.

There was a sudden cacophony sounds from the front of house (which was the dining area? He never knew that before) putting the flat top on low, Danny looked over to where Lunch Lady was floating only to find nothing.

Blinking a bit, Danny wiped his hands off OK his apron as he poked his head out, frowning at the diner car, "What was that..." his words were cut off by one of the blinds slats bending as if pried open, and as he squinted, Danny saw two figures watching from a distance ontop another rail car.

Vigilantes

Danny felt his heart flutter with excitement, while not as cool as maybe Martian Manhunter or StarFire (since y'know...fucking aliens, Space) the Gotham caped community were interesting, if only since Batman and his Flock were Sam's low key obsession, she had even gone out as Robin for multiple Halloweens, and don't even get him started on the fan theories about them all.

Smirking he tapped the bar, allowing thr blinds to snap closed, "Sam is so going to flip that I saw the Birds before her." Letting out a little giggled, Danny quickly swore as he smelt a bit of burning and rushed to flip his pancakes.

---

Tim was, in Dicks opinion, the most concerning member of the family, sure most days he gives of "miserable wet cat" energy but even then Dick had seen his little brother easily take down guys that even Bruce had trouble with.

That wasnt even touching on his um...mental quirks

The less he speaks of the time period between Bruce's and Kons deaths till their eventual return, the better.

Putting down the binoculars, Dick stole a glance over at Red Robin, who was frowning deeply at his wrist computer, scooting a little closer Dick leaned over to see what was happening, "Whatcha do~oing?"

So entranced by what he was reading Tim jumped a little, an elbow flying out to where Dicks face had been a second ago as he turned and glared.

"Don't...! Do that Wing! Ugh..." shaking his head as he let out a huff Tim took his eyes off the small monitor and looked up at the diner car, pointing at it as he spoke scornfuly.

"That place does not exist."

"Like, legally? I am sure Batburger doesn't either-"

"No." Tim said, cutting the older vigilante off, "It doesn't exist physically."

"Timmy..." Dick said as he ran through the protocols for when RedRobin got a little too many insane things in his head.

"Get that look off your face Wing, it really doesn't exist, like..." letting out a sigh, the teen tried to put his words right "Don't look straight at it but a bit to the side so it's to the side of your eye." Pointing to a middle distance a bit away from the diner cart, Dick sent a small frown at his brother but did as he was asked.

"Holy leaping lizards..." Tim, somehow, was right, since when Dick just looked about a few feet away from the diner, it started to waver turning...transparent? And a little blue? But when he looked at it closer it was just a normal, abet run down looking diner.

"Exactly, no need to bench me till Agent A stuffs me full of anti-psychotics!"

"That was one time Tim, and you were having a mental break down."

"I am not lying when I say we killed Santa Claus Dick!"

"Sure Tim...sure"

---

Danny drummed his fingers on the breakfast bar, nursing a cup of coffee as he waited for something to happen.

He knew thst he was being watched, he had a vague idea who was doing the watching, but was starting to get a bit bored waiting for them to get closer.

Pausing mid sip, a grin spread across Danny's lips, "Hey cart? Can you do something that might draw those guys over here? Let's get some customers!"

Some how, Danny's grin only grew at the rumble of the cart, and he xould hav sworn he heard a sound that was a mix between a train horn and a chuckle.

---

Tim shot his brother a stinging glare, swatting at his arm as he blushed, he did every much indeed accidentally killed Santa Claus and took an impromptu trip to Apokolips to give DarkSeid coal.

His next rebuttal to Nightwing was cut off as the diner cart shuddered as if it was in an earthquake before it stilled, and the banner that was across it suddenly gained a new line.

[JUST NOW! VIGILANTES AND HEROS GET ONE FREE SIDE OF FRIES! COME ON IN BEFORE THE OFFER ENDS!]

Tim was silent for a moment, watching the cart to see if there was any more changes before turning to Dick, who had lost the joyful energy that he always seemed to have.

"RR, plans changed, we are going to investigate inside."

Tim gave a sharp nod, his bo staff elongating as he grappled down to the train tracks below, his boots crunching gravel underfoot as he slipped from shadow to shadow, getting closer to Big C's diner.

---

Danny was in the back, flipping through his cook book as he heard a bell ring, jolting up, Danny could see through the service window and see who came in.

He had never met a real hero before, not like the two that had just came in, feeling nervous, Danny fumbled with a small notebook as he came out from the kitchen, grinning at the two Birds.

"Heya! Thanks for coming to Big C's! Names Danny and I am kinda the only one in today, what can I get you both?"

His eyes flickered between the two vigilantes, noticing new things each time he looked at them, like how Red Robin's cape had buttons instead of being sown on, or how Nightwings suit wasn't slick but actually textured.

---

Dick looked at everything he could as he stood in the diners door, it looked like a typical 50s styled mom and pop kinda place, an old radio buzzed with songs of a bygone era while the seats were cracked pink leather vinyl.

He could hear someone moving in the back, resting a hand on his eskrima sticks, Dick stalked further in, it felt real enough...

He could feel Red Robin knock into his back as the person from the back came into view, it was a teen, and holy hell did he look like Bruce Wayne adoption bait, raven hair, blue eyes and a cheesy looking grin.

He couldn't be older than Damian, who had turned 16 a few months ago, the teen was just so...tiny.

Danny, that's the name given to them, and Dick can see it, he looked like a Danny.

Pausing to look to Tim, Dick smiled back at the teen, "Well...can we see a menu?"

[lactoseintolerentswag]

Rise Characterizations

Last month I did an in-depth re-watch of rottmnt s1 to take some notes on writing the characters of rise from their perspective and such. Figured I'd share what I found, but I'm also posting this bc my docs have a nasty habit of blipping out of existence.

We'll start with Raph bc he's the oldest of course, but I'll post the others sep. bc this is gonna get long!!

Raph Character Notes

Language Habits:

Catchphrases: "like a boss", "smash"

Verbalizes his attacks such as "smash", "knuckle sandwich", "power smash jitsu", "tonfa power jitsu", "mystic punch jitsu"

Uses older song titles for surprised exclamations or in place of cursing, most notably "jumping jack flash!"

Uses aave/bae, For example: 'em instead of them, 'ey instead of they, 'cause instead of because, forgoes the g in ing words (going becomes goin')

Uses less and less grammar the more he's stressed, and his voice will come to a higher pitch

Will speak in a softer tone to his little brothers if he's concerned about hurting their feelings. Aka babying them

Mixes up both metaphors and idioms. Would be one to say how the turn tables unironically

Does say "hero" a lot, lost count, especially in phrases like "hero town"

Refers to his brothers as "boys" or "fellas"

Refers to Splinter as "pop(s)" most often

Refers to strangers he's directly talking to as "bubs" or "hoss"

Personality:

Protective of his family

Plays up the hero act/has a strong sense of duty and justice

Impatient, rushes in without a plan (pre-movie), doesn't finish books until the end, falls asleep during "boring movies"

Oblivious, doesn't read into things beyond surface level. Struggles with empathy when something is beyond his understanding, but is still very emotional

Center of responsibility for his brothers, but also has a reckless sense of fun. As long as it's him doing the stupid unsafe thing it's fine

Carries the weight, in a literal sense he piggy backs his brothers, but will also use his body as a shield from danger. Unfortunately this also means he takes his brothers a little less seriously (Mikey the most common victim), and will try and either protect them from everything or as an oldest sibling everything has go "his way"

Doesn't do well in solitude. Needs to be looking after people to feel functional, and needs to be around people to feel safe

Clumsy, "takes horrible pictures", isn't very good at hiding, he's a big guy so it probably took a lot of time to find balance

A sweet guy who still won't shy from making fun of his family. Leo tends to be the brunt of his teasing since he is the most annoying, but he will also poke Donnie on his dramatics

Likes cute things!!! Has a teddy bear collection and loves animals. It's so cool how this isn't played off as a joke and he's still just as masculine for liking pink and cutesy stuff

Likes fighting!!! Gets a lot of energy out defeating bad guys (where he directs his anger towards), the one who is shown to train the most, and also weight lifts in his spare time

Doesn't do well under pressure, here the anger comes out the most. He gets stressed when it's all on him, especially since he tends to mess up the most in these moments

Miscellaneous:

Second to unlock mystic powers

Nicknames/codenames: "raph-a-doodle" by leo, "red rover" by april, "red king" by donnie

Teddy bear names: Doctor Huggenstein, Captain Snuggles, Cheech

Stinks: fear stink, amazement stink, sneaking up on people stink, victory stink

Seems to be less afraid of rabbits and more afraid of puppets

Went on his first solo mission at 13

Cannot lift a bus, at age 15

Thought about discussing fighting style, but I'm not as familiar with that concept and I've seen a couple posts dissecting such topic. So we'll end here for now. Hope this was helpful!!! I'll post the rest of the boys later and link here

Leo is up!!

Donnie is up!!

Mikey is up!!

Splinter is up!!

April is up!!

Cassandra is up!!

Baron Draxum is up!!

[gallusrostromegalus]

I noticed when reading through all your worldbuilding stuff a bit ago that you changed from having isshin remember some stuff to not remembering shit and while i am absolutely not complaining, im curious why I out changed it? Like, cool either way, I'm just interested in the process ^^

I did and did not change it?

Amnesia is almost never a total void- it's more common for people to have SOME memories, but a total lack of context- the memories play out like a movie scene, but the person has no idea who the people in it are, or why they're doing that.

So Isshin has... some memories, but no context for them. He remembers a family member named Kaien- was that his cousin? A young uncle? A neighbor? He's not sure. He remembers a scary old man and some kid and the world's most annoying woman (affectionate), but he doesn't know who they are or how he knows them.

He also has memories of monsters, and the lore about how to avoid and destroy them- was it something Masaki told him, when they were both recovering in the hospital after his accident? Or something older? He doesn't remember.

Ichigo's taxidermy cat starts talking and walkign around and says his name is "Kon" and he's something called a "Mod Soul". Isshin thought that was a subgenre of music, but something about Kon's story follows a pattern of... something. Who knows what.

There's something familiar about the girl Ichigo brings home one night- his classmate, Rukia, who he found sleeping rough, can she stay here? Of course she can! Isshin has a good feeling about her, but heaven knows why.

Ichigo is going through something that he's weirdly reluctant to talk about- all boys get weird during puberty, but locking himself in his room or hanging out on the roof for hours on end, talking to himself? Odd, even for Ichigo. Especially when Isshin tries to eavesdrop on the conversation and it sounds like Ichigo is talking to an unseen friend- this "Zangetsu" guy. Why does that name sound familar? Why does Isshin even try to remember anymore?

Something is wrong. Something is terribly catastrophically wrong. Kon has been Piloting Ichigo's body for DAYS and won't say where his son's spirit has gone. He was doing the dishes and then suddenly... woke up on the kitchen floor. Karin and Yuzu are sluggish, all feeling like they'd been drugged. There's people asleep in the street. There's a terrible, heavy feeling in the air, like an impending hurricaine, despite the clear blue sky. Isshin is running to the hospital- if everyone's been knocked out, there's nobody watching the ICU, or what if someone was doing surgery when this happened-?

There's a man in the road.

"Shiba? Is that you? Is Destiny serving everything to me today?" he calls out, laughing. He's handsome, with a smooth voice and disarming smile. In the surroundings, it makes Isshin's skin crawl.

"...Don't you remember me, Captain Shiba?" the man asks, sounding vaguely disappointed.

Isshin absolutely does not. But he knows, deep in his bones, that this is a wicked, evil man. And that he doesn't have a chance against him, save for one thing- a ripple, less than half a sense of something, but a man knows his son in any shape, coming up behind the man at speed, he just needs an opening.

"OH HEY!" Isshin says, like catching sigh of a co-worker in the grocery store and shouting the first name that comes to mind because somehow he knows this will make the wicked man apoplectic with rage and blind to Ichigo's rapid approach. "URAHARA! KISUKE URAHARA I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU FOR AGES!"

[shoujosoulsite]

𐔌 .🪽 ⋮ things that make me excited in my home reality/waiting room !!

I felt hella mad because this fuckass reality is pissing me the fuck off so here is a little post that helps motivate me! …. honestly just me yapping about specifically stuff I love in waiting room

Having all the time in the world

having all the time to sleep, work on my scripts, or do whatever is the dream. Since it’s a “timeless” and eternal dimension where you can just be at peace, I can do anything without any stress of a deadline! I can learn new skills, even ones that take years or even a lifetime to learn!

Playing Roblox/minecraft and actually having fun

I want to play not only Roblox and Minecraft but just overall video games and genuinely have fun. (This is mainly targeted towards Roblox because it’s just isn’t the same no more. ) royale high, natural disasters, and feel the facility gonna be peak in my waiting room.

Eating and drinking whatever and whenever I want

Just the thought of having pretty much an infinite buffet of all you can eat and at any time. You wake up in the morning and you craving some hot dogs or noodles, you can quickly get some from the fridge or better yet summon it! I’m gonna be drinking a lot of strawberry lemonade and cherry sodas 😭✌️

Learning how to crochet and knitting

I ALWAYS wanted to learn how to crochet and knit so I can make the cutest of items and clothes! It’s looks so fun and relaxing and just an overall great hobby to have. Plus imagine crocheting plushies or sweaters, especially for your lover and watching some slice of life animes or films! That’ll be so peaceful and healing for me.

Finally starting to do tarot and channeling

when I was a “baby shifter” and finally getting used to the shifting community, I always wanted to learn channeling and divination. I thought it would be cool and fun, especially contacting people from my drs. I want to be that cool and mysterious divinator who seems to have all the answers of universe (and in technicality, pretty much does)

Catch up on bleach, one piece, and Naruto

there is SOO MANY animes and mangas that I need to catch up on, especially older ones. Plus, watching medias, especially in the environment of my home reality— it’s honestly just a huge vibe.

Read way more Shojo / josei manga

i do read a lot of shojosei mangas but not a lot compared to shonen ones. I wanna change that and have equal amount of shojo, josei, shonen, and seinen mangas and animes that I’ve watched or read.

Astral projection with my lover

astral projection honestly looks so fun (especially when you know what to do and how to protect yourself). Since my lover is an absolute natural in astral projection, having him show me the ways on how to do it and go on little adventures in astral plane seems so awesome.

Rewatching childhood shows

this is mainly Winx club, miraculous ladybug, and Pokémon that I’m referring too (but specifically Winx club cause that show has a special place in my heart). I would love to watch it again and experience nostalgia, especially in the comforts of my waiting room.

Painting Toru’s nails for fun (+ self care in general )

honestly doing self care with each other like washing each other’s hair, painting each other’s nails, wearing face masks gossiping (which is just us making jokes and shit talking ) stuff that happen either our drs or the astral realm, and much more.

Read / watch way more Chinese dramas and books

Chinese dramas, especially set into the traditional and ancient fantasies be so fucking wild and crazy. Like the suspense and pure chaos in those shows / films be so addictive that you can’t help but watch. Every evening in my home reality, it’s just gonna be chaotic and entertaining Chinese dramas from 6 pm to 11 pm.

Exploring my waiting room

even though the main part of my waiting room is just my floating house, there is a “world” outside of it, a worlds of many forms and mystery. Hell even my house be hella big and has many secrets. I like to call my house in a way labyrinth as they are many stuff that consists of my waiting room. The concept of Infinity has a huge part in my waiting room from not only just time but possibilities and creation, so there is something new everyday! Especially when exploring and having fun.

backshots 😈🙏

you know what I mean here so let’s not get into 💀

the beautiful view(s) I have in my house

I have this big as balcony that has the view of the outside world and skies and it’s one of the most beautiful things you can look at. Even the images in my imagination is nothing compared to the real deal. It’s most ethereal during the mourning and evenings.

[neveralarch]

hello! have you been watching me n dez's output rapidly explode with gai and kakashi fic? have you been wondering who the hell this man with the bowlcut is and why we have suddenly succumbed to the allure of white-haired anime man? did you somehow escape from the teen-years vortex of naruto because you had good taste or just weren't the right age? i'm here for you. @deadtrilobitesociety asked about a gai primer and i kinda went off the deep end by crowd-sourcing (asking dez) an amazing list of naruto to watch and then putting it under neat little headers for your enjoyment.

how do i watch this naruto stuff?

there's 500 million episodes of the anime so i'm gonna give you specific recs. confusingly, there's original naruto, naruto shippuden (picks up after a timeskip), and boruto, which we don't talk about. you can find a lot of it on netflix, tubi, and crunchyroll, depending on your country. it's an older anime, so you'll also have a lot of success on the pirating sites. for one of the below suggestions, i specify that you should go to naruto kai, a fan project which basically edits out all of the extra nonsense stuff that sometimes makes the show boring to watch. kai is soooo much snappier and really makes the old show i remember more enjoyable, so if you're interested in just actually watching naruto i would start there. google it and you'll find a reddit post with links (or message me and i'll link you)

i was a manga person as a kid but i'm more into watching cartoons now and also a lot of the gai backstory is mostly in the anime filler. read the manga if you care more about this naruto kid haha.

also - blanket warning for naruto being full of people dying, usually in battle but also by suicide and often in very bloody ways. this isn't an adult horror anime - it's for kids and teens - but gai and kakashi's backstories are essentially about being a child soldier in the middle of a war that decimated multiple generations. it's bleak! if you need specific warnings or want to know about a specific arc or episode, please reach out.

okay, noted. i want to know about gai!

gai....

maito gai/might guy is an elite-level ninja who specializes in physical combat. he's modeled on bruce lee! he's got a sick bowlcut and a formfitting green jumpsuit! he mentors a group of young ninja including a kid who looks exactly like him. and his greatest rival and man of destiny is hatake kakashi :)

to get his backstory in one episode, watch episode 419 of naruto shippuden

to learn about his bond with his student rock lee, watch episode 100 of original naruto

i want to know about kakashi!

oh yeah he's also cool

hatake kakashi is probably the greatest ninja of his generation. he's also a depressed burnout who's perpetually late and reads erotica all the time in public. all of his friends are dead except for gai and also a bunch of other people that he sometimes reluctantly acknowledges are also his friends. technically he's the mentor of the main characters in naruto, but really you get the sense that he's mostly focused on stopping them from dying or killing each other and any actual learning is incidental. he has a lot of dogs!

to get his backstory, watch episodes 119 and 120 of naruto shippuden

to see more about how he burned out and got involved with teaching mostly against his will, watch the arc starting with episode 344 of naruto shippuden. 344-348 are mostly about kakashi's childhood friend obito, and then 349-361 show in detail how all of kakashi's friends die and everything is terrible forever.

shippuden 360 has the most gai content, if you're just looking for that. also that's where things start looking up for kakashi haha

i want to know about this fucked up world they live in!

gai and kakashi live in konoha, which is a secret ninja village in the land of fire. during the wars between the different lands, it's essentially the home base of the army, but for most of the series they're technically in peace time so instead they're doing protection missions, assassinations, and other ninja stuff. you definitely shouldn't be worried about how kids start on this career when they're six or seven!

this doesn't have any gai in it, but you should watch the Zabuza/bridge builder arc if you want more of the general naruto experience. this is definitely the one i remember best from reading as a kid, and it comes early on in the series so there's a lot of scene setting. might also make you cry if you're a wuss like me but it's worth it.

zabuza/bridge builder arc starts at minute 11 of Naruto Kai episode 2. dez says def don't try to watch this one in the original anime cut because it's badly paced but it's GOOD in kai

i just want. shenanigans. please give me the gai and kakashi shenanigans.

yes please they're SO silly with each other ;-;

watch naruto shippuden episode 18 for a sense of the extreme differences between gai and kakashi's teams lmao

watch episode 219 of naruto shippuden, where kakashi is angsting about whether to step up as konoha's leader so gai challenges him to a race that the animators so clearly had a blast making. also they touch butts.

watch episode 241 of naruto shippuden, where gai accidentally send an SOS to kakashi and kakashi drops everything to rescue him and then gets accused of being an imposter or possibly a mirage instead

okay but actually i want the sick fight animations

gaara vs rock lee is a classic and has some GOOD gai moments. it's episodes 48 and 49 of original naruto

kakashi vs obito is INTENSE especially if you've seen the kakashi backstory. watch naruto shippuden 375, sorry about the sasuke nonsense at the start. i didn't talk about sasuke at all because we don't care about him

gai reaching his ultimate form is one of the coolest things in the series imo. starts at the end of shippuden 417 and continues through 418-421 (crossing through the Gai backstory in 419)

nev you and dez have written almost two HUNDRED and fifty THOUSAND words of naruto fanfiction in the last twelve months. where on earth should i start

look, i know. i know. here's like… four fics. fourish. all of these are on ao3, under neveralarch or desdemonakaylose, sorry that tumblr hates links

my fic Stand Me Up at the Gates of Hell was my first and probably greatest take at rival competitive sex nonsense. (explicit fic)

our series A Man Like You looks at what kakashi and gai would look like if they'd figured out their relationship drama before becoming senior ninja mentors. i especially recommend dez's fic Happy, Despite it All for some truly epic ship moments - if you want to skip the explicit fics in the series, that one is pg and can stand on its own.

Red Sun, Autumn Chill (by me n dez) is an au where kakashi and gai are from different ninja villages and end up in an arranged marriage for peace. since it's an au, we spend a lot of time on our fun new backstory and also all of kakashi's problems. (explicit fic)

Lungs Overflowing With Funeral Flowers (by dez) is THE hanahaki fic and really digs into how kakashi thinks about gai early in the naruto series. it's so beautifully written also, i'm obsessed with it

okay!! that's the information i have for you!!! let me know if you have questions and thanks for reading please join us in hell

[loveandmurders]

Hi!! I’ve come to bother you again 🤧 I loved how u wrote the Lester I requested it was so cute and I loved it sm!! I was happy when i finally got to read it thank you soooo much!💗

I’ve came to request a lil smth with Vincent and daughter Sinclair a lil bonding thing like when reader was younger Vinny and her would do each others hair since his is long in braids and stuff but as she got older she grew out of it until one day as like a teenager she comes shyly into his work basement and asks him if he can do her hair like that again (now I have rlly curly hair and hate doing hair styles but I love when it can be braided so I thought this would be cute ya know)

Hello darling, thank you so much for your kind words! <3 <3

And thank you for this very adorable request. I hope you will enjoy this little drabble I did for it.

DAD, BRAID MY HAIR, PLEASE

Warnings: no proof reading, reader has got hair long enough to be braided but no other physical characteristic is mentionned, pure fluff

Ambrose seemed to always be a hot furnace, but that day was even worse than the others. 

You were laying on the kitchen floor, cooling down a little while your parents were taking care of the family business. You were bored out of your mind too and you didn’t really know what to do with yourself. 

You closed your eyes and listened to the silence surrounding you. It was calm for once and you were relieved your parents weren’t hunting today. 

After a little while, you got up and grabbed some water in the fridge. You drank at the bottle as you started to wander around the living room. You looked at the family pictures littering the place. The Sinclair Brothers never bothered taking pictures of themselves after their parents died, until you arrived in their existences. Since then, pictures of you with or without your parents were crowding the house. You knew you were loved. How could you not, when the three men taking care of you always made you their top priority, even before the House of Wax?

You came across a picture of you and Vincent. You were both wearing braids in your hair; braids you did to each other. You stopped in front of it and started to smile to yourself. You gently took the frame in your free hand as you sipped on the cold water. 

You remembered how Vincent and you were always playing with each other's hair when you were younger. You were about 7 in the photo. 

Each morning, Vincent was happily doing your hair, humming to himself as his fingers went through your locks, taking care of it for you. You were half asleep at first and you were gently fully waking up under his tender and careful touch on your head. He tried quite a lot of hairstyles on you and you always had a lot of fun guessing what he was going to come up with this time. 

When he was done, he always kissed your hair and asked you to turn around so he could have a look at his masterpiece of the day. You didn’t really remember how it started, maybe as your hair grew and that you refused to let anyone cut it, it was getting clear someone needed to look after it. And Vincent knew how to deal with long hair, no matter their texture.

More than once you then insisted on doing his hair. Vincent was always more than happy to comply, even if he had a lot of work waiting for him. He wanted to spend time with you, a time none of his brothers could have. It was your thing together.

When you were watching TV with your family, you sometimes did little braids into his hair as well, as a way to occupy your hands while your attention was on the movie. Bo always teased Vincent for it, and Lester always said how cute it looked. Vincent was just relaxing under your touch and being happy you trusted him.

But as you grew up, one day, you decided to cut off your hair. You were fed up with it and you wanted to change. 

Vincent was of course the one to cut it for you. He was glad his mask concealed his disappointment. Each lock falling at his feet reminded him that he was going to lose his little bonding time with you. And indeed, the next morning you told him you didn’t need him to take care of your hair. He didn’t comment, but he felt quite sad about it. Deep down, you knew it. Bo and Lester too because they never said anything about it, it was as if none of this ever existed. 

You slowly grew out of playing with his hair too.

This picture was the only thing being proof it happened.

You put the photo back on the shelf and hummed to yourself. You finished your water before touching your hair. Yes, it needed to be taken care of as it had grown back again. And you hadn’t even untangled it this morning. It was also quite hot in your neck and you thought that doing something with it could help you cool down.

You also wanted to spend some time with Vincent. You felt like it had been a little while since you hadn’t done anything with him. 

At the same time, you weren’t too sure he would have the time to braid your hair out of your face and neck. You didn’t even know if he would want to do it. The summer was really busy for your parents and they were a little bit on edge. You wondered if it was a good idea. 

And yet, you found yourself softly knocking at the basement door, to let your dad know you were coming down.

You slowly went downstairs and when you arrived at his workshop, he was facing the door, waiting for you to appear. He knew how you knocked and walked, so he knew it was you and he also knew it wasn’t an emergency. 

“Hi sweetheart, is everything alright?” he still asked you

You nodded. 

You felt a little bit silly now, but you came closer to your dad who welcomed you with a hug that you gratefully accepted. You looked around at the sculptures he was working on. He observed you, waiting for you to talk. He never pushed you, he was always patient with you.

“Dad, ya busy?” you finally said

“Yes, but I’ve always got time for you. What do you need?” he reassuringly replied and you brightly smiled at the answer

“Can you do my hair, please?” you asked back

You could tell Vincent hadn’t seen that one coming as he didn’t answer right away. But soon enough, he got up and gently guided you to his seat so you could sit down while he looked at your hair. He didn’t sign anything, but you knew he was excited as his whole demeanour brightened up. He fetched everything he needed and went to work.

You both relaxed in each other’s presence and you smiled as you heard Vincent humming to himself like he used to. 

Once he was done, he gave you a mirror and your eyes lit up.

“Thank you, dad! You’re the best!” you hugged him again “Love you so much!” you added

“Love you too, darling. Now, let’s go upstairs. It’s time for dinner” he signed

“Wait, wait. I need to braid your hair too!” you exclaimed

“Just one lock” Vincent agreed, smiling behind his mask

And once again, Bo teased his twin for having braids in his hair, and Lester commented on how cute you both looked.

[atopfourthwall]

Idk if you’ve answered this anywhere but thoughts on the new ultimate universe?

This is an older ask, but I felt the need to get this off my chest because I just watched a long video that broke down the entire "Paul" situation currently happening in Spider-Man and the conclusion was basically along the lines of "Look, Marvel is compromising and accepting that a ton of readers just are not happy with Spidey as he is and we're going to give you the version of Spidey you want - happily married, has kids, inspiring, etc but in the Ultimate Universe. They're never going to undo One More Day, so they can do their stupid, silly Paul thing but give the readers a version of the character they're going to be happy with. And we should be happy and just read this version because they want Peter endlessly miserable and struggling and we have to accept that this is the way things are now and we can just look on it occasionally while being happy with what we've got." It's a good video, breaks down a lot of stuff, both positive and negative about the run regarding Paul, the creative choices going around with it, etc. And I'm happy that he and a bunch of other people are very happy with this new Ultimate Universe and the new UItimate Spidey. Premise sounds pretty cool and it looks like it's off to a god start. And I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in reading any of it. Because simply put... they're not the characters I was invested in. They're not the ones I was following. They're not the ones who I was following and became attached to. They're not the longterm, main universe that has had its ups and downs, its development and changes for decades and decades - the grand story of these characters, for good and for bad. They are some alternate universe that, like the original Ultimate Universe, could very likely get completely screwed over and then shoved aside in an event comic while keeping a character or two who became popular. That Peter Parker is not the one I want to read. I want to read the Peter Parker that started in 1962 and has been around since then. I want to see him overcome hardships and develop from there. I want him to get better, face some setbacks, but ultimately get through it. I want the deal with Mephisto undone. That is what matters to me. But I can't read that version of Peter Parker anymore because what happened was THAT ruinous for his character. And I'm not interested in someone else's version of him. I want the one that I had made better again. It's like seeing an old friend who you were super close to who made a lot of bad decisions and pushed you out of their life. Some people can't ever forgive them for the bad things they did... but in your case you'd be willing to give them a chance, to reunite with them, become friends again... but they need to change first - they need to get better. And until they do, you're just going to spot them from a distance occasionally and live your own life. Maybe things will get better, but until they do you've got to live your own life... and also not try to chase the thing you had somewhere else. So go read the Ultimate comics if they interest you. I hear they're great. But they're not what I want.

[commodorez]

What is the appeal of vintage computers to you? Is it the vintage video games or is it the programs? If so, what kind of programs do you like to run on them?

Fair warning, we're talking about a subject I've been passionate about for most of my life, so this will take a minute. The answer ties into how I discovered the hobby, so we'll start with a few highlights:

I played old video games starting when I was 9 or 10.

I became fascinated with older icons buried within Windows.

Tried to play my first video game (War Eagles) again at age 11, learned about the hardware and software requirements being way different than anything I had available (a Pentium III-era Celeron running Windows ME)

I was given a Commodore 1541 by a family friend at age ~12.

Watched a documentary about the history of computers that filled in the gaps between vague mentions of ENIAC and punch cards, and DOS/Windows machines (age 13).

Read through OLD-COMPUTERS.COM for the entire summer immediately after that.

Got my first Commodore 64 at age 14.

I mostly fell into the hobby because I wanted to play old video games, but ended up not finding a ton of stuff that I really wanted to play. Instead, the process of using the machines, trying the operating system, appreciating the aesthetic, the functional design choices of the user experience became the greater experience. Oh, and fixing them.

Then I started installing operating systems on some DOS machines, or playing with odd peripherals, and customizing hardware to my needs. Oh, and programming! Mostly in BASIC on 8-bit hardware, but tinkering with what each computer could do is just so fascinating to me. I'm in control, and there isn't much of anything between what I write and the hardware carrying it out (especially on pre-Windows machines)! No obfuscation layers, run-times, .dlls, etc. Regardless of the system, BASIC is always a first choice for me. Nova, Ohio Scientific, Commodore, etc. I usually try to see what I can do with the available BASIC dialect and hardware. I also tend to find a game or two to try, especially modern homebrew Commodore games because that community is always creating something new. PC stuff I focus more on pre-made software of the era.

Just to name a few examples from a variety of systems: Tetris, terminal emulators, Command & Conquer titles, screen savers, War Eagles, Continuum, video capture software, Atomic Bomberman, demos, LEGO Island, Bejeweled clones, Commander Keen 1-3, lunar lander, Galaxian, sinewave displays, 2048, Pacman, mandelbrot sets, war dialers, paint -- I could keep going.

Changing gears, I find it funny how often elders outside of the vintage computing community would talk about the era I'm interested in (60s-early 90s). [spoken with Mr. Regular's old man voice]: "Well, computers used to be big as a room! And we used punch cards, and COBOL!" I didn't know what any of that meant, and when pressed for technical detail they couldn't tell you anything substantial. Nobody conveyed any specifics beyond "that's what we used!"

I noticed that gaps remained in how that history was presented to me, even when university-level computer science and history professors were engaged on the subject. I had to go find it on my own. History is written by the victors, yeah? When was the last time a mainstream documentary or period piece focused on someone other than an Apple or Microsoft employee? Well, in this case, you can sidestep all that and see it for yourself if you know where to look.

Experiencing the history first hand to really convey how computers got from point A to B all the way down to Z is enlightening. What's cool is that unlike so many other fields of history, it's near enough in time that we can engage with people who were there, or better yet, made it happen! Why do you think I like going to vintage computer festivals?

We can see the missteps, the dead-ends, the clunkiness, the forgotten gems and lost paradigms, hopefully with context of why it happened. For the things we can't find more information on, when or documentation and perspectives are limited, sometimes we have to resort to digital archeology, and reverse engineering practices to save data, fix machines, and learn how they work. The greater arc of computer history fascinates me, and I intend to learn about it by fixing and using the computers that exemplify it best, and sharing that passion with others who might enjoy it.

[cupcakeslushie]

Hi there, I love your stuff, I hope you don't mind but I wanted to do an ask the artist

Where are you from?

What's your favorite color?

How long have you been creating art for?

What drives you to make art?

What is your favorite piece of artwork of yours?

What is your favorite fan artwork that was done for you?

What character of yours is your favorite?

If you could go to any fictional world which one would it be?

Do you consider what will please your audience or do you just do your own thing?

What made you want to start your AU?

1. American! Southern girl, specifically.

2. You’d think it would be green with how it’s been my hair color for three years, and I’ve made it my signature on here, but it’s actually yellow! Like the really saturated, sunny kind! 💛

3. Oh lord. Um, since like 1st or 2nd grade.

4. I never really thought about it. I think I’m just a visual person. So if I have an idea, I need to get it on paper to really see it. I’m the same with movies, especially adaptations. I could never picture characters by reading them in books very well, but seeing them in movies I’m like, “oh okay, now I see what they were going for!” It’s also just fun. It’s my own story-telling method.

5. Fav piece of anything I’ve ever made would be one of my stained glass pieces, like my lemon one, that took me three weeks, and was one of my first bigger pieces. Digitally it would probably be my most recent dtiys cause I just don’t like looking at my older stuff.

6. Noooo!! I have so many, especially recently, that I’ve been gifted! I can’t choose just one!!! Seriously! I love everything I’ve ever been sent! I will say, I’ve been gifted a few fan fictions by now, that have had me like, mind blown—just because writing is such a thing that I’ve always admired and never really been able to fully grasp. If you’ve sent me art, it’s more than likely been my phone or iPad wallpaper, and if you’ve sent me fanfiction, I’ve probably read it no less than five times, and will continue to go back to it.

7. I mean, it’s Donnie. It’s pretty clearly Donnie. I try and be fair and love all the boys equally, but I’m not gonna lie, you all know it. It’s obvious. Just know, I’ll never ignore the others story wise 😜. But Donnie gets the most of my attention and my evil creative plots 😈.

8. Any world ever? Probably Fullmetal Alchemist—if I could actually be an alchemist. I mean, like come on—how cool is that? And like, yeah, you’ve got Father and the homucuous running around, but for the most part, the world is pretty chill and has the coolest rules.

9. The main chunks of my stories are really just what I want to see, but sometimes I can hear a suggestion and think about changing the trajectory of things. I’m always open to ideas, especially if I’m stumped on how it should go. I even change my opinions on the things I’ve established myself, I’m very open to changing a story if a better idea comes to me. I don’t think I’ve ever been like, scared to tell something because I think someone wouldn’t like it. If they don’t, that’s fine, not everything is for everyone, and some things only click with a few people. If I really want to tell a story, then I’m going to tell it.

10. It’s really so funny, because at the time, I was working on this short, post-movie aftermath comic about Leo learning to find a healthy middle ground between being the silly guy and a serious leader. But I was having trouble with the next part, so I decided to watch Arcane and doodle. I posted that little concept sheet, and it feels like…within days my inbox was full with people wanting to know more, and the more I answered, the more I was like, wait I wanna actually explore this. Tbh pretty much all my AUs have started this way. With just an idea jotted down, and then turning into something I couldn’t stop developing.

[asher-agere]

hii sneaking back into your inbox . i actually have a request for the first time ithink yay !! this is scary

just any sort of headcanons with sigma and chuuya together …… i don’t mind who’s the regressor or even if they’re both regressors , whatevs is best / easiest for you ; i am just hungry for them .. thank you in advance if you fulfill this !

random obligatory photo to ease my awkwardness /hsilly

Hi there! Hehe no need to be scared or awkward, I’ll even give you my red crayon! (The best flavor)

Little Sigma + Flip Chuuya

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ִ ࣪𖤐 Starting off with age ranges! And a bit of an explanation- I see Sigma as a regressor and Chuuya as a flip! So this’ll primarily be focused on little Sigma and caregiver Chuuya, however I’m still gonna slip in some stuff flipped because I think Chuuya deserves to be a little extra tiny. So age ranges! Sigma regresses from 2-4, most of the time an even middle feeling around 3! Chuuya is a little bit older with an age range of 3-6! Chaos toddler/kiddo right there trust

⛦ Sigma will regress really easily, he was thrust into this world with no prior knowledge and he’d just been expected to do everything perfectly. I get that the Sigma is a three year old thing is a joke but like… He only has three years of life experience. That’s a baby right there. Obviously he’d get overwhelmed really easy! Chuuya however finds caregiving and regressing to be pretty equal in how much they help him! He loves taking care of Sigma, and regressing helps to! But a lot of the time he does end up pushing away his fuzzy feelings to disregard them, and they fight back with involuntary regression! Chuuya isn’t very pleased

ִ ࣪𖤐 Sigma is a pretty quiet regressor! He’s just happy to be there, he’s nonverbal but it’s by choice. He’s capable of talking he just doesn’t want to, and even if he does it’s barely above a whisper. But when he talks he has a pretty big vocabulary! And when he takes it slow he’s found that he can pronounce most words! He enjoys listening to Chuuya read him stories or sing him lullabies best, but he also likes to just watch something! Maybe color a bit. Very quiet and gentle

⛦ Baking! I feel like Chuuya is decently good at baking, like he does it in his free time and it’s cool. But then he found out how much Sigma likes cookies and he absolutely perfected the skill. He always has cookie ingredients on hand and anytime he sees a cute cookie cutter he’s buying it to show Sigma! Sigma isn’t that helpful in the kitchen but he can read the recipe (Chuuya has it memorized so he doesn’t need to hear or understand the little babbles), he can measure ingredients (Pouring them into a bowl after Chuuya measures it out), ands he can even stir (Holding the spoon loosely as Chuuya stirs)!

ִ ࣪𖤐 I think Sigma would really appreciate the tiny domestic things that make Chuuya’s house feel like home, so Chuuya goes out of his way to make it feel even more homey! Sigma gets his own room, drawings are hung up on the fridge and around the house, there’s a toy chest in the living room for all of Sigma’s toys, a kitchen cabinet for sippy cups bottles and cute plates, a pacifier stored in almost every room of the house, etc. Everywhere he looks Sigma gets the reminder that he belongs here and it makes him feel so safe and loved

⛦ Since Sigma is primarily a regressor he isn’t the best at taking care of Chuuya, that doesn’t mean he can’t though! It’s just different. Chuuya is able to slip into caregiver headspace and fully relax while he’s taking care of Sigma, Sigma however is always nervous about messing things up, nothing really feels like it comes naturally to him. I think it’s just a difference in feelings! Chuuya is able to find caregiving calming, while Sigma would describe it as more like, fun. He still enjoys it! It’s just not the same as it is for Chuuya, caregiving isn’t a coping method for him, that doesn’t mean he can’t still do it though

ִ ࣪𖤐 Little Chuuya wants to play a lot! I think they’d play a lot of card games, this kids a beast at uno. Like Sigma walks into a game planning to take it easy and let Chuuya win and Chuuya walks all over him, do not give him the easy road. Even when Sigma’s trying Chuuya still beats him a lot honestly. Chuuya struggles a lot with the complex games that have lots of rules, but the easy ones for little kids bore him, uno is a good in between but I’m sure there’s other options that would work well too! Chuuya also likes having aggressive cards, he finds it hilarious that a card can be aggressive, meanwhile Sigma is sorting through his hand of 20 cards wondering how in the world he doesn’t have a single green

⛦ I feel like they share toys depending on who’s regressed, but they both have certain things that they refuse to let the other one use, even if they’re in a big headspace and being mature about it. For Chuuya it’s a sheep plushy and for Sigma I think it’s whatever his first toy was (Even if it wasn’t from Chuuya). They don’t share pacifiers or teethers, technically it’s fine if you wash them between uses, but they both agree it just feels kinda yucky and unsanitary (Chuuya gets more of a yuck from it). Chuuya has a bunch of money though so he can just buy them a variety! That way they never need to share

ִ ࣪𖤐 Nicknames! I almost forgot :0 Chuuya as a caregiver calls Sigma sweet nicknames like “Darling” and “Sweetheart”, however when Chuuya’s regressed he usually calls Sigma “Sig”! Sigma as a caregiver is always trying to mimic the safe atmosphere Chuuya always manages to create, so he uses the same pet names like “Darling” and “Sweetheart” that Chuuya does. And when he’s regressed he calls Chuuya “Chuu”! I think for the longest time Sigma would struggle to make Nakahara into a nickname and Chuuya is just like. Hey kid you can just like use my given name y’know? Sigma is absolutely bewildered like he never even considered this option

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I GOT MY FIRST KOTLC REQUEST AND IM SO EXCITED. Hoping to move through requests at light speed to get to it because. Out of order is yucky

[DNI ID: A white box with a brown border, paw prints in the top left corner and Chuuya on the right side. Brown text reads “DNI if your blog isn’t child safe. I will block NSFW accounts” End ID]

[kloofspeaks]

A JAYVIK DETECTIVE FANFICTION | Beta testing

Okay, I may be writing a little brief idea I had about a week ago. I wanted to do a beta test? Mainly, because I want to see if this would even intrigue people in the first place before I write 15+ chapters of it!

For context: Jayce's dad was a detective in the early-late 80s. He had taught his son overtime to observe and understand the environment he was in. He had trained a photographic memory into the habit of his everyday life to the point where the both of them could pick up on minor details that would eventually lead to a bigger story. This later would become something that Jayce would use to get himself out of a trouble he placed himself in, which kickstarts a business with his best friend from his childhood to solve crimes.

This is based LOOSELY off the 2006 show, Psych! What you are beta reading and finding interest in is not beta read, it will have spelling mistakes, run-ons, etc! I don't even know if I would want to continue if it wasn't something at least interesting! But, please. Let me know if this even sounds like something you would read! The main themes are gore, comedy and romance.

the rest is under the cut!

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“Wait, I’m the suspect?” Jayce was bewildered, his eyes wide. He looked straight out of the term ‘a deer in headlights’ to explain it lightly. He thought he was coming into the station to receive a little cash to put himself into the swing of things. He had solved the case and that was because the detectives that stood in front of him couldn’t do their jobs properly. 

“You’re the prime one, actually. You have knowledge only an insider would know.” The older, senior detective was standing with his chest facing Jayce. He had avoided the chair opposite of him and had taken the opportunity to stand while confronting the man who had nothing but the need for cash. His hands tightly knitted around the handle of his cane. Jayce had read the situation slowly when they both started confronting him. His eyes panned over to the esteemed partner, she seemed to be worn and buried in guilt. 

“Viktor, lay it off.” She huffed out, her hands folded on the table. Her gold earrings shifted when she crossed her leg over. “We just need to know how you know, there’s no way you would just know this, Talis.”

“So, because I watched the channel six news last night, I apparently worked together with this random guy because I read his body language? Are you both really that shitty at your job?” He pointed towards himself. “I’m sure you know I call the station all of the time, I’ve helped solve hundreds of cases.”

“Oh, I’m aware.” Viktor spat out, before finally setting himself down in the chair beside his partner. “I also did more than just dig out your phone calls,” He rested his cane along the table. “You have a criminal record, haven’t been able to hold a job for more than six months-”

“Okay, I was eighteen.” Jayce had briskly cut him off before he could continue to slaughter into his name. 

“Oh, just because you were eighteen that makes it all better?” Viktor raised his voice a tad, it made Jayce squirm in his seat. “I was trying to impress a girl!” He threw his hands out. “Sometimes, you have to do stupid stuff to look cool.” 

“So, you stole a car?” 

“Borrowed, I borrowed a car.” Jayce practically scoffed, this was bullshit. “Is this what this is going to be? Let’s destroy the unemployed guy that just wants his money?  It was my dad who filed the report, he wanted to teach me a lesson.” He muttered the last bit, as if ashamed. 

“Did you learn the lesson?”

“I learned that I hate my father.” He swallowed deeply, taking in a shallow breath.

“Look, man. I know my rights and I’m out of here when I’m being wrongfully accused.” He pushed his chair out with the heel of his boots and picked himself up as he reached for the handle of the door giving it a twist and tug. 

“The right to remain silent.” Viktor spat out in knowledge as Jayce stuttered open the door and was met with a cop that wielded handcuffs hanging from his fingers. 

“Oh, come on.” He turned sharply towards Viktor. “You’re serious?” 

“Maybe, twenty-four hours in a holding cell will jog your memory.” 

“Viktor!” His partner spat out stumbling out from her chair, heels clicking on the tiled floor. She was clutching her hands, the rings she wore digging into her skin. “Look, Talis. We just need to know how you know.” Her eyes wore her expression. Exhaustion. Jayce couldn’t imagine what she had to put up with when her partner had a stick so far up his ass that he made Jayce’s personality palpable. 

There was panic washing over Jayce, the voices in the room becoming muffled and discombobulated. He could hear the hushed whispers of them traveling but they weren’t clicking. His eyes rested on a cell. His eyes took in what an actual holding cell looked like. All Jayce knew was that he did not want to be in there. He pressed his lips together, brows furrowing. His cheeks puffed up with his stubbornness. He was not going to take the walk of shame wrapped in handcuffs to a holding cell. He was determined. 

“Okay, okay!” He threw his hands up above shoulders, the cop beside him with the cuffs stumbling back a step. 

“I’m a psychic.” 

[parasolyaa]

Hi!! How are you doing?

I saw your post inviting asks and something I've been wondering is, if you could tell me about some things from Misha's childhood that are unique to Ukraine which he might feel nostalgic for as a young adult (snacks, toys, kids tv shows, etc)?

Thank you for the informative posts you make, you're awesome ☺️

hi!! i'm doing good tysm!!! couldn't be otherwise after getting an ask from the most legendary artist in this fandom, i adore your ricky art!! i'll use this post as an excuse to yap endlessly about random media that will mostly be irrelevant, but also a peek into that time and place. sort of.

the epithome of ukrainian childhood nostalgia is zhyvchyk: both a drink and a tv show (which is just an advertisement for that drink). it’s a bubbly apple soda, in other words - a drink of gods.

(also fun fact: after russia occupied crimea, they tried to make their own version of zhychyk there. they called it zhyvunchik and the only design change was that they ??cut off the arms of the mascot?? since zhyvchyk basically means “lively guy”, it was kinda ironic)

other drinks he’d definitely miss would be kvas and kompot (obligatory laughing and giggling when he calls it cumpot).

starting off with more traditional snacks, i envision young misha with a necklace of booblycks (obligatory laughing and giggling when he calls it booblicks)

also any roshen candy! (obligatory laughing and giggling when he mentions the nut out chocolates) (they indeed are called that) (they are pretty recent tho). the undying classic is crazy bee and shypuchka/fizzy boom (the darker green design is the older one).

also there are some fancy sets, associated with holidays or family gettogethers. strila/arrow, kyiv evening and kyiv cake

the thing misha would DEFINETELY love and miss is flint ?bread chips?, this is an unmatched snack. once again, darker green design is the older one, and also with a pretty wild taste. there is a big variety of those.

ukrainian childhood cartoons were mostly distributed among three channels - pixel, plusplus and malyatko tv (disney, nickelodeon and cartoon network were here too, but no point in talking abt them now). the first two usually broadcastered whatever cartoons from around the world were relevant at the time (ukrainian dub for ducktales was unmatched!!), and also a few ukrainian things. i will highlight "abetka tivi" (alphabet tv) from pixel. it was, well, a show about learning the alphabet. "auntie owl’s lessons" was another one, and there were much more episodes, usually about famous art, world history and etiquette.

on plusplus, there was a show called "fairytale with dad", in which male celebrities read out fairytales to children. something about healing daddy issues with this one. also there is a whole plusplus cinematic universe, because this show sometimes intervened with another original show of theirs about ??shapes going on adventures??. and there was a show called useful suggestions, which was universally disliked by kids for being too on the nose about the life lessons they were trying to teach.

and then there was malyatko tv. when it stopped broadcasting in 2023, everyone weeped and so did i. there were vibrant music videos, eg "turtle aha", "helper boy" (self PR for my fic with that name. sorry.) and other. and, even though this wasn’t original ukrainian content, i feel the need to mention this: malyatko tv often showed some old anime cartoons - "haidi", "pocahontas" and others. ukrainian opening dubs were ethereal. to me.

there also were old cartoon classics (broadcasted on a creepy channel called children's world, an ugly sibling of malyatko tv) - the “how cossacks” series and “there once was a dog", but there were tons more.

(also this made me remember another long-gone channel called Qtv. basically what the cool kids watched, it also shows up in every tiktok #ukrainechildhood #nostalgia #2000s video. it's showed simpsons and stuff and had cheeky editing, eg in an advertisement for death note they only showed spongebob clips to make it look like he was kira. pretty funny imo)

peak nostalgia is the show "країна у" (country u? krayina u? untranslatable title), which is a dumb sketch show consisting of shows on its own about people from different regions of ukraine. bringing this up because odesa was one of them, and, no matter if misha disliked this show or not, this definetely impacted his childhood. the schtik about "once upon in odesa" was that there were four guys in odesa and uuuuh that's it? i don't remember much about it tbh ...

there were also popular reality tv shows and stuff, i really really wanna highlight "the world inside out". it's a travel show about this dude dmytro komarov getting to most remote an unique places in the world. don't get me wrong, he was being an idiot half the time, but it was peak entertainment. he uploaded old episodes with english dub on youtube and now does charity work. props to him

back to cartoons, "fox mykyta" was a nice, more modern cartoon. it's vaguely based on ivan franko's book with the same name, which in turn is vaguely based on "the blue jackal". speaking of books, ukrainian school literature programe is traumatising asf, and i just need to mention "fedko-brigand". it's a short story about a young boy who misbehaved but only lied once, when he took the blame for pushing a rich boy in the river, which he didn't do. it's also the reason why ukrainian 5th graders all spent at least one night crying, and since rereading it, i just keep thinking about misha. i feel like he'd relate

i'm convinced every ukrainian child had this specific "abetka"(alphabet) book with rhymes to every letter. the "а-ба-ба-га-ла-ма-га" publishing house never fails with their illustrations.

also probably the most popular children's books are the ones by vsevolod nestayko, eg "toreadors from vasyukivka" and "wonderful adventures in the forest school".

about games and toys, i honestly can't recall any ukraine specific ones except "this thing but slavic!" (monopoly ukraine, stuff like that). motanka dolls count as an original toy. out of computer games, maybe the most popular one at the time - "stalker: shadow of chornobyl"? some irony in that. real life games tho? the only difference between the games of tag and kvach is the name. "сossacks and bandits" maybe... there's a bl comic with the same name btw, and i also think that's the only place where you can find the rules for it in english lol. or google translate the wikipedia page.

misha lived by the sea, so he probably played a lot of games on water, other than that - all the same things american kids experience. generally my main advise when thinking about misha's childhood is to remember he had all the same things people in uranium did, excluding canada specific media. after auntie owl's lessons came ninja turtles, and after eating flint bread chips it was only natural to sip coca cola.

also i can advise to just look up "ukraine nostalgia"/"дитинство ностальгія" on tiktok. half the time it will be uncomprehensive stuff, and the other half might be something that'd help shape the view of what it was like. this is an invitation to ask more specific things and also for my ukrainian mutuals to add on because i only scratched the surface. hope it was useful or somewhat interesting xd

[rinwritiesbutitssecret]

NEW STORY

modelled this off my hi, my name is rin post but changed it for my new character and stuff

hi, my name is Ollie.

you might know me already, seen me in passing, hate me or know nothing about me.

you may also know me as Oliver, or Davis, or honey if you’re my mother.

i like a lot of stuff, like music and poetry and art.

I love my cat. A lot.

i do some sports, like running and rock climbing, but thats not really my kinda thing. i also write songs, play guitar.

i like english, and art, i enjoy reading and writing essays, i got gifted kid burnout but i love doing stuff too much to stop.

sometimes, i feel rather old. but im just a kid in this fucked up world and sometimes that makes me sad.

im depressed, and have anxiety, and a slew of mental health issues. i'm also probably neurodivergent.

im not very normal, in a lot of regards, but i think that adds to my character.

im trans, specifically transmasc, but im getting to a stage where im starting to not give a shit what they see me as.

im aroace, technically. but as far as im concerned i like my cat and i dont really know what else.

i do a lot of stuff, i consume a lot of media.

my birthday is soon, which i suppose is why im writing this, but i thought i should reintroduce myself to me. as i age i've managed to be the same person, in a lot of different ways. i dont always recognize the person in the mirror, but i think thats ok.

i hope its ok.

and ive come to realize maybe i dont need to be fixed. im definitely not normal but i've never wanted to be either.

id like to be someone who does cool shit, and someone who makes and advocates and does what i love. but normality is simply not for me and i really rather be a crazy bitch in the middle of the woods than a normal bitch in the suburbs.

so yeah, i'm Ollie, welcome or welcome back to my shitshow of a brain.

–

Life is confusing, and the older I get the more I see that.

I live the same day, every day.

Same food and same clothes, same faces and foes. 

I need things to be the same, or I freak out. 

–

Today was not the same. Today, I met him.

Him being my new acquaintance, Imogen.

Something about him is different, and I like that a lot.

He reads the same book every day, over, and over.

Sometimes I wonder if he doesn’t even have to look at the pages anymore.

I asked him about it, his reasoning. All he said was that he cannot not read it. Nothing more. 

I wonder if it is magical, like he is cursed to read it forever. But he’s probably just like me, needing the same. 

–

Today he invited me over. I agree to come, though it disrupts my routine. My therapist told me I should step out of my comfort zone.

To be honest, I think that is bullshit, but so what.

I do feel the panic rising within me, yet Gen has a certain calming presence. 

That reminds me, I call him Gen now. 

We sit on his bedroom floor, staring at his ceiling. It has constellations, it’s spectacular. 

Then, we play Monopoly.

Then, we watch TV.

Oddly enough, I don’t recognize the show, yet something draws me in. 

That’s when he hands me the book, his book. Yet, it's not as weathered as his copy. 

Odd. 

I didn’t know he had several.

Up until this moment, I saw no other copies around the room.

—

He tells me to start reading, as the TV static begins to fill my brain.

I agree. 

–

[thewriterthatghostedyou]

The Butterfly Effect

Chapter 1

Ok so it’s been a whileeeeeee since I’ve written anything lol but I’ve been reading more House of the Dragon fanfics and got ✨inspired✨ by @sepherinaspoppies and @evagreen-stories so if this vibes with you check their stuff out! This will be a dark fic though just a warning for y’all.

Guess this was longer than I intended but I wanted all of the introductions and start of the story in one part. Any feedback or comments are appreciated but never expected! I hope you enjoy!

Trigger warnings: none yet but there will be more next chapter

The heat in the kitchens was more unbearable than usual. The air in the room was typically stuffy due to the large stone ovens the Westerosi people used, but you had forced yourself to become accustomed to the heat. It was worth the effort; however, as having a steady job as a woman was near impossible in this day and age.

You craned your neck down to look at the dough you were rolling and silently thanked your mother for forcing you to help in her bakery as a child. You grew to enjoy baking as you grew up, and luckily had many recipes memorized. You needed money and there were worse ways to get it.

Sweat rolled down your temple as you remembered running through the streets of silk in your jogging outfit, eyes darting fearfully around watching the prostitutes lure in new customers as you took in a new and scary world.

“What is it this time?” The head chef, Naerys, walked over to you, eyeing your work curiously.

You gave the older woman a smile as finished rolling out the dough. “It’s called a croissant. If done right it should be flakey on the outside and airy on the inside.”

Naerys nodded thoughtfully and motioned for you to continue.

“Now we need to let it sit for a while before we store it in a cool place.” You tried to pull your hands from the sticky dough and squeezed any remaining part of it off your fingers as you spoke.

“Impressive work as always.” Naerys gave you a motherly smile as she continued. “We should be prepared for tomorrow.”

“Should be?” You arched a brow at that. “I have prepared everything as much as I possibly can unless you want me to throw it all into the oven now.” As much as you enjoyed your job baking tarts and cakes, your bones creaked from carrying in heavy sacks of flour and longed for sleep.

“Now don’t give me that look, love,” Naerys sighed. “You do good work, and meal wise we are well prepared for tomorrow; however, Ursa fell ill today. We need you to attend to the feast.”

You sighed as you knew where she was going with this. Different worlds or not bosses always have the same look when asking you to go above and beyond your job. And of course the maidservant that tended to the royal family fell ill on the day that Princess Rhaenyra returned to the Red Keep.

“It’s not forever,” Naerys rushed to get out. “Just until Ursa is well again. We cannot afford to lose you here.” You and your recipes more likely. You knew that the nobles enjoyed your modern pastries and more than often found yourself making extra batches to fit the demand. “And if you do this we’ll have Alannys bring in the new bags of flour.” Now that was certainly tempting and your hands were already aching from the massive load you brought in today yourself. What harm could bringing a few plates out do?

You fidgeted with the strings of your apron, white flour clinging to the fabric. “Fine.” You begrudgingly gave in. “I’m not sure what exactly to do though. I’ve never tended to the tables, much less a royal one at that.”

Naerys gave a small exhale of relief and smiled at you brightly. “We’ll have someone else carry in the platters, all you need to do is fill their goblets with wine. Most of the time they will hold it out for you to fill.” Naerys grabbed a nearby clean apron and handed it to you while motioning at your dirtied one. “You must change that though and rebraid your hair my dear, you’ll need to look clean and presentable for the royal family.”

“Of course.” You nodded and quickly untied the old apron. “Is there anything else that I need to know? What will happen if the pitcher runs out of wine?” The dirty apron hit the ground with a light thud as you reached for the clean one. It smelled slightly of soap and was sharply pressed. Naerys was not joking about you looking presentable it seemed.

“Ah yes, the eldest prince, Aegon, will no doubt drink heavily.” She hummed, watching as you finished refastening the apron and removed your cap. At first you thought the big white hat that the servants wore was goofy, but now you appreciated how it would hide any loose curls or hairs as you redid your braids. “Once it is empty you can hand it to a nearby footman and he will fetch you another. Now, let me get a look at you.” Naerys eyed you carefully and pulled your cap back over your head. “Good. Now make haste to the dining room love, you must be there before anyone else.”

She smiled at you one more time as she shoved the pitcher into your hands. “Oh!” She exclaimed softly. “I almost forgot. Do not look them in the eyes, you are not to be seen or heard and try not to eavesdrop as hard as that may be. You will do wonderful.” With that the older woman turned and headed towards another cook toiling over a fire, only pausing to pick up your discarded apron.

You nodded your head quickly, perhaps trying to convince yourself of that very thought as you hurried out of the kitchens. You weren’t sure if the events of Fire and Blood will have changed since you were thrown into this tumultuous world, and you prayed to anyone that would listen that it hadn’t. As gruesome as the Dance of the Dragons was, it was better that you knew what was going to happen before it did.

The Red Keep was much larger than the shows and book made it seem and you still found yourself getting lost in the more obscure winding hallways. It was lucky that the royal dining room was near the library. Although you weren’t allowed entry to the room you still enjoyed walking past it and smelling the old books whenever you could. It reminded you of another time, another world. One that you wished you could go back to.

It was odd how one small choice had led to the upheaval of your entire life.

You needed to snap out of those thoughts. You needed to focus on the task at hand. The past was in the past. You watched as the doors that lined the halls grew more and more ornate as you walked the long trek from the kitchens to the part of the castle the royal family inhabited.

The usually quiet halls covered with plush rugs and richly colored tapestries were bustling as other servants ran around, trying to perfect every last detail before the royal family came for dinner.

You picked up on the smells of honey roasted ham and other various dishes that made your mouth water. Although you worked in the kitchens day in and day out, you never had a chance to sample the food you served to others. Usually it didn’t bother you, you would go back to your small hut near the castle entrance where you shared a home with three other servants and made your own meals. But that didn’t stop your stomach from grumbling slightly as you entered the large dining room. When was the last time you had something to eat?

“Ah there you are!” A footman who had a striking resemblance to a weasel came rushing over to you as your eyes darted around the room. There were a few musicians in the back of the room, testing and strumming their instruments softly and chattering about something you could not overhear. In the middle of the room was a large table filled to the brim with food that you had a part in cooking.

“The king is about to arrive. You may stand over there.” The man gently grabbed your arms and led you across the room into a small barely noticeable alcove next to great velvety curtains that framed windows larger than you.

You only nodded dumbly as he rushed away. You didn’t know what to respond with and even if you did you didn’t know how to phrase it. The people in Westeros spoke some type of Old English that you had trouble mimicking and even back home when there were no odd phrases you had trouble conversing with others. Perhaps if you were lucky everyone would think you were dumb and wouldn’t notice you. You knew of Prince Aegon’s habits with other maids and already regretted agreeing to serve the family.

You were snapped back to reality as cheerful chattering grew closer and the Velaryon boys strode into the room with Princess Rhaenyra and her husband Prince Daemon in tow.

“The Red Keep certainly looks different.” You overheard Jace say to Lady Baela.

“It looks more like the Sept of Baelor but greener.” Baela scoffed, earning a small chuckle from her father.

“It is rather garish is it not?” He responded, pulling out a chair near the middle of the table for his wife before seating himself next to her.

The Princess smiled at the sentiment while Jace and Baela sat across from the pair. “It seems like Alicent has had a hand in the decorations.”

It was as if her words had summoned the queen herself, as Alicent entered with her arm intertwined with the King’s keeping him steady as he struggled to shuffle over to his chair.

If this was following the show this would be his last night alive. You felt the hairs on your arms raise as he fell into his seat harshly but smiled at his daughter with a content expression.

“How good it is to see your face my dear.” He huffed out, ignoring his other children seating themselves on his other side. You noticed in particular as the One-eyed Prince started drinking as soon as he sat down.

Perhaps Aegon wouldn’t be the drunkest tonight after all. You walked on the edges of the room trying to remain unseen as the younger Prince raised his cup for more. You slowly obliged his silent request, focusing more on trying not to over fill the cup than the conversation at hand.

With that done, you stepped back silently and noticed that his brother had also finished. If the dinner had just started and the Princes kept up this pace it’d be a long meal.

The minutes passed slowly as you occasionally refilled cups, more on the green side than the blacks.

Everything seemed to have been going well. Both Rhaenyra and Alicent were talking and laughing with the king before he had to be taken to his chambers to rest. And even you smiled as Jace offered to dance with his aunt. Helaena always was your favorite out of the bunch. And she looked happy as the two of them spun around, something she must not have felt often being married to Aegon.

You flinched as you heard someone clearing their throat and remembered why you were there. Your smile fell quickly as your eyes met the younger Prince’s sneer.

“Oh. Sorry.” You whispered out softly, rushing over to his side. Your hands shook slightly as you watched the red wine pour into his cup. Unlike the other times you attended to the Prince, this time you felt his sharp gaze on you as you worked. Perhaps he just thought you were lazy. You didn’t dare look up though. While the older brother was more often than not blackout drunk, the younger prince was known for his short temper that seemed to be set off at anything and everything. You remembered watching as other maids cried from his stern words and begged for reassignment.

“At least someone is enjoying themselves tonight.” He scoffed, talking quietly so only you could hear. “I’m sure for someone of your…” He paused as his eyes roved your body. “…station, that this is quite the spectacle. You small folk are all so easily entertained.”

You felt your face light on fire at his smug smile. Fucking elitist prick. His words made you seethe for some reason. It wasn’t like you haven’t been called worse, working in the food service industry had given you thick skin, but his remark was the reason you preferred to remain in the kitchens unseen. The nobles were all the same, ungrateful and spoiled.

You were about to open your mouth, perhaps for a clap back that would have cost you your head, when someone did you the favor of bringing out a roasted pig and setting it in front of the one-eyed Prince.

You huffed out a laugh as his cheek twitched at the sight which earned you another searing glare.

“Perhaps you are right. Enjoy the pig, my prince, as I know it reminds you of your first dragon. I cooked it myself.” You tried to keep your voice down but apparently Lucerys Velaryon had overheard and released a small laugh.

Perhaps that is what set off Aemond as he stood up quickly and slammed his hand onto the table. You watched as his face morphed from his twisted sneer to something calmer. More collected.

“Final tribute.” He said with a smile as he raised his cup.

You took this moment to step back as he paused. “To the health of my nephews: Jace, Luke, and Joffrey.”

Alicent nervously began picking at her nails as her son spoke and the two Velaryon boys eyed Aemond cautiously. “Each of them handsome, wise…” He paused again and seemed to be debating something that he decided to ignore. “Strong.”

“Aemond.” Alicent hissed, eyes nervously darting across the room.

“Come let us drain our cups to these three,” He gave a shit eating grin to Jace as Aegon waved his cup in the air laughing. “Strong boys.”

“I dare you to say that again.” Jace snapped, stomping towards his uncle.

“Why? ‘‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourselves strong?” As Jace got closer you watched as he punched Aemond across the face which only caused the One-eyed Prince to laugh as he kept hold of his wine. At the same time you heard Aegon slam Lucerys’ head into the table as he tried to get up.

“Jace!” Rhaenyra shouted, standing up quickly. “That’s enough!”

With a scoff, Aemond shoved Jace away from him and swirled his drink with a bored expression. He pretended not to see the two guards holding back the Velaryons. “It seems I’m in need of more wine.” He gave you a cold smile as he sauntered over.

“Perhaps you’ve had enough.” Alicent said, rushing over to her younger son. “You may leave.” She waved you away dismissively and for the first time that night you had not been happier until Aemond grabbed your arm harshly.

“Nonsense we’ve barely started eating mother.” He shoved his cup towards you again and waved it expectantly. “Well?”

You gave a questioning look to the queen who instead of answering turned her son towards her and waved you away. “Why would you say such a thing before these people?”

You didn’t wait to hear anything else, and instead scurried towards the doors as quickly as you could. You knew you shouldn’t look back at the train wreck behind you but part of you couldn’t help it.

As you closed the heavy door behind you, you noticed one violet eye piercing into you, instead of listening to his mother. It was then that you knew that the Prince would not forget your words.