#i'll make an intro of my child soon...

[jasnyaontodd]

i got a comm from @/SteelScarlet of jay and my oc!!! they look so cool together!! ❤️💙

[tomatopers]

❝ I'm. . . late?! ❞

in honor of me also forgetting vday :,) here is my first post for this acc !! I also need to remember to make an intro post n stuff, and hopefully i'll make some friends on here eventually </3 i see ppl interacting with their anons/followers and it's sooo cute when will that be me !!!!

They forgot Valentine's Day... surely the nineteenth is just as special? Diluc, Zhongli x GN!Reader (separate)

Diluc watched you silently from a window, the sunny scene outside feeling worlds away from his own dim office. You were sitting on the stone wall surrounding the Dawn Winery, pretending to read one of his boring novels while pointedly ignoring him. He was very often unaware of his stumbles, this being his first relationship, but wouldn't he would catch on soon enough?

Sure it was immature to still act huffy at this age, but Valentine's day was 5 days ago! Not one! FIVE! You had to witness Lisa flirting with the Acting Grand Master for hours, which wasn't uncommon in the slightest, but the librarian seemed to make use of all her cheesy lines on the holiday.

The stone was frigid beneath your bare legs, and you were reminded that the sun hadn't yet begun to do its job this early in the month as your legs grew numb. Perhaps on this fifth day of snubbing your lover, you'd spend the night at a bar- maybe even in Venti's company, or Kaeya's. That last ditch effort to get him to notice your huffy behavior never failed.

The worst part of this whole affair was that you couldn't even be disappointed or properly upset in peace. How could you, when this was clearly not an intentional mishap? Diluc worked diligently, and was far more dependable than most; Though, this trait of his only served to deepen your guilt. Perhaps you should apologize for this childish behavior... Maybe talk it out like proper adults...

6 o'clock found you on a barstool at Angels' share, a little early for drinking but the glass in your hand was clearly not your first. Kaeya sat to your right, an arm resting on the counter as he lent an ear to your woes. Venti stood to your left, strumming his lyre quietly and pitching in jests during the quieter moments.

The door opened at 7 on the dot, and you turned around despite knowing who stood behind you. The backlighting of the evening sun made his hair glow like fire, exaggerating the irritation on Diluc's face to resemble anger. You stood up, slightly tipsy but no less aware, and grasped Kaeya's shoulder to steady yourself before walking forward.

"Good evening, Master Diluc. What brings you here so early?" He seemed to glare at you before casting a glance at Charles. The bartender visibly jumped, quickly bowing a greeting before averting his eyes as Diluc grabbed your wrist and tugged you out of the bar. His grip, though firm, wasn't the slightest bit painful- even now, in whatever bitter mood he was in, Diluc always treated you with the utmost care.

You felt even more guilty for acting the way you did.

He released his hold on you in a more private space, tucked behind a couple trees, and waited. Just as you knew he would seek you out immediately after work, he knew you'd soon crumble under his stare and explain what you wanted. Those red eyes, sometimes blazing with anger or warm with love, were now passive and unreadable.

"Well?"

You felt heat behind your eyes, feeling the tears before they could escape down your cheeks. How stupid. It was hard to form a sentence between sniffles, so you stood and cried as he enveloped you in a hug. Maybe you had more than a few drinks back at the bar...

When your tears were all but spent, you gripped his hand in embarrassment, unable to meet his gaze. "...I'm sorry."

"What for?"

You sighed, "I've been such a child about this, it honestly wasn't even that important yet I-"

"If it bothered you, then it's important. To me."

There it was again, the ever chivalrous Diluc and his overflowing compassion when it came to you. Despite the temptation to lie and play it off, you sheepishly admitted, "It's just that, uh- a few days ago, it was Valentine's day... and we didn't really um- celebrate together... But! It's okay! You do so much already and I honestly don't need to do anything for some silly holiday when we can do stuff like that any day and.."

Looking up, you trailed off into a confused silence. Diluc's face was red, and he was the one now avoiding your eyes. "I'm- My apologies. I admit, it did slip my mind, but that is no excuse. It's more than a silly holiday, and as such, I would be honored if you would allow me an attempt to make it up to you." You burst out laughing, and he looked relieved. You really had no reason to be upset, not with this cute of a lover.

"I would allow you all the attempts possible, Mr. Ragnvindr. All the attempts and more." He smiled and took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as you followed him out of the alley. "Shall we visit that famous traveling chef then, darling? I heard he's in town. Or the Good Hunter, for something casual? Or perhaps we could buy you one of those gorgeous necklaces they have at the-"

You pulled him in by his collar, feeling him stiffen at the kiss before relaxing. "Diluc, sweetheart, I was thinking something closer to home? I can make dinner, and," you gestured at the setting sun, "the night is still young, I'm sure we can have some... fun, in that great big house of yours."

He turned an even brighter red, trying to cover his blush with the hand you weren't holding. "...That would be perfect."

It was rarer for Zhongli to go a day without speaking to you than it was for him to remember his wallet. That's why it was evident to even those around you that there was something amiss. You worked at a teahouse, and that just happened to be where Zhongli's favorite tea was sold. When you weren't working, you'd help out at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, or stroll with him along the boardwalk. Plenty of time together, to say the least.

When the regulars witnessed you not serving the consultant's tea, as you always did, it immediately became a source of chatter- Some of the older women were having quite a laugh about young lovers' quarrels, though your relationship with Zhongli was far past the "young love" stage. As you walked from table to table, it was hard to ignore his stare practically burning holes through you.

The first whole hour of his visit must've passed this way; your every movement under the scrutiny of the ex-archon, your coworkers, and half the guests in the teahouse. Your work wasn't any different than usual, no. In fact, you might even be more productive now that you weren't stopping to chat with Zhongli whenever your hands were free. The owner of the place would never admit it, but he too was curious of the predicament under his roof.

Your scheduled break was minutes away, the one you would typically spend at Zhongli's table, but you clearly didn't intend to do so today. For a being such as him, it was inevitable that certain things would slip his mind, but Valentine's Day? You had planned out the entire day as a surprise, the holiday had even fallen on one of Zhongli's leisure days, but he called in the morning to tell you he'd be assisting the Traveler and would not come by. It wasn't even a brief task! He was gone for five days!

It wasn't like you hadn't told him anything, either. "Oh illustrious Rex Lapis, God among men, I beseech your presence in my humble abode on the final day of this week." He had chuckled at your attempt of mimicking the speech of those who cowered before him in his days of glory, taking your hand with a smile and a kiss. It was going to be perfect! But the plans were discarded, and the cake you made still sat untouched in the fridge...

Xingqiu walked in with his usual cheerful wave, heading to the back corner where he'd spend a couple hours reading; As though he noticed your restlessness, he smiled and offered you a seat to join him, "I'll take you up on your offer to regale me with the stories from your trip overseas, if I may?" You smiled back, "Of course! I'll bring the tea and join you."

You spent your break with the young man, and the following remainder of the shift passed with ease. At some point, Zhongli had disappeared- had he gotten upset? Most likely not, such a small matter was far from enough to garner his irritation. It was more likely that work had called for his presence. Maybe he'd notice shop owners taking down their holiday wares on his walk and remember his oversight.

You hung up your apron, bidding the staff goodnight before descending the stairs to head home. Someone was standing at the entrance to a darker alley, one tucked away from the streetlights and the watchful eyes of the Millelith. Quickening your pace, you were about to pass by when a voice, his voice, stopped you in your tracks.

"My dear, won't you tell me what has drawn your ire?" Zhongli stepped forward, his confused expression revealing his failure to decipher the issue alone. "I am unaware of any shortcoming, but I assure you it was far from intentional-"

"..."

He walked closer, "Pardon?" You looked up at him, hoping you didn't look pathetically sad. "It was Valentine's Day, the day you left for that trip with the Traveler. That's why I had invited you over." His face fell, his immediate regret making it nigh impossible to retain your frustration. "I will not make any excuses, beloved, it was entirely my fault that we could not celebrate such a wonderful day together-"

"It was, yes."

"-and I believe I grasp the value of celebrating love with a romantic partner, so while it won't compare, please join me for dinner tomorrow, where I can properly demonstrate my affections. I recall you liking when I cook, and surely such a thing is enjoyable together."

You pretended to consider the matter, before laughing and accepting his outstretched hand. "I would love to join you, and I hope I may occupy your time through the night as well." You saw his gaze sharpen for a moment before he swept you off your feet and into his arms.

"If I didn't know any better, my love, I'd think you were trying to tempt me."

"Whatever gave you that idea, darling?"

Without setting you down, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I believe you wouldn't protest to spending tonight together, as well?" You could feel the laughter rumbling through his chest, could see the smile splitting his face even with your face hidden behind your hands from the embarrassment. "My most adorable lover, I shall never again miss an opportunity to exhibit the extent of my affection for you."

[xesiarah]

𓏵 Yan!Loser x Reader (Drabble)

My favorite animal is Lucian when reader tries to leave him 🤫🧏

His intro fic >.<

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"A-am I not enough..?" Lucian's voice was whiney, meek, yet with a hint of menace seething through his words. There's something... something uncanny.. seemingly just right beneath the facade of innocence, the beads of tears rolling down his cheeks swiftly, and the glisten of the tip of the knife pressed firmly against his neck under the illuminating light.

"Why, why, why, why.." he mutters under his breath, repeating manically as if trying to think of a reason plausible enough for him, for his delusional, overthinking, — overbearingly possessive brain cells.

"I-i-i.. just love you so much... you can't do this to me... I just can't fucking breathe—" he trails off, his tears blurring his vision as he swore he could feel his legs weaken, like a victorian child seeing that Snapchat dog filter for the first time. — As if the idea of you being able to just walk out the door and leave him to go fend for himself, continuing on with your life without him being able to breath down your neck every second of everyday, just weakens his overall ability to function.

His breathing growis erratic, it's pattern going inconsistent. "I'll die... I'll die without you." The desperation is evident in the flickers of his eyes, a threatening madness, as if daring you. Daring you to walk out that door and leave his sorry ass.

"Okay, dude. What the fuck." You raise both hands in a defensive manner, your sweaty palms facing him. like yk what people do in movies when they get confronted by the FBI. "I was just fucking asking if you wanted chipotle.."

Maybe that 'i can fix him' mentality didn't work, after all. You think you sort of made him worse. "I just didn't want to drag you along, cus' I'll only be out briefly." You explained, your eyebrows knitted together as you took a step closer, it's as if concern, anxiety, was etched onto your face alltogether.. Just how mentally unwell is this motherfucker?

"I wanted to come a-a-along, and you didn't let me... W-what if you were secretly meeting someone else!? What if you—" his complaints, or more like blabber fall upon deaf ears. He didn't acknowledge the fact you were taking baby steps closer, immersed in his will to voice his worries.

Slowly, you managed to take hold of the knife, separating the dangerous weapon from the very dangerous person, regaining a sense of control of the situation as you coo empty praises in an attempt to soothe his shivered timbers, cupping both sides of his cheek and even wiping a few tears away with your thumb. You don't want to fucking die yet, after all.

He doesn't let you tear your gaze away from him as you gently, fucking finally, place the knife down on a nearby coffee table, your attention solely on him. As it should. According to him, I guess. — as soon as you do, he immediately jumps on you, clinging onto you like a lifeline as the suddenly impact causes the both of you to fall to the floor in a loud thud.

"Lucian..?" You question, raising an eyebrow.

He answers with nothing, scarily just doesn't say anything. Anything at all. The silence deafening. The only sound being his ragged breathing, and your own, mingling together. "Don't go." He mumbles after moments of silence, his breath hot against your skin.

He buries himself further into the crook of your neck, inhaling in your scent deeply. "Stay." He spoke once again, his voice now raspy from allat crying.

He snuggles onto you, as if trying to merge into one, single being. Whilst you on the other hand, lay in defeat. He's heavy. Like a damned boulder. What makes it worse is that you're sweating like a bitch and your head is throbbing from the sudden hit to the ground. — fucking hell. Guess you owe him cuddles now.

And, the price of wanting chipotle... 😞

[pastel-medic]

❤️ Meet the Mercenaries 💙

The RED and BLU team's designs have finally been completed! I'll be making an intro post for more info on each of them including their names soon, but for now enjoy their design refs! 🥹💖 However, my ask box is open if you want to ask questions about them before intros are posted! 😉✨

Also important note, VLT Spy is the BLU Spy head with his body reattached! He works alongside Miss Pauling now and they're besties! 🥰💜

Alternate refs:

Reblogs greatly appreciated! 🍰💌

[black-rabbit-razumikhin]

Raz Reads Les Mis (XX)

Marius - Friends of the A B C

This chapter was incredibly fun, and introduced a cast that could carry the rest of this book

But I don't want them to because I want to see Valjean again

We meet the original Dead Poets Society, or at least the political French version of them

Their membership being comprised of Enjolras, Combeferre, Prouvaire, Feuilly, Courfeyrac, Bahorel, Lesgle, Joly and Gran

taire

Enjolras is our natural leader, our beauty, our pillar of everything the Friends of the A B C aspire to, the logic, the backbone

Combeferre is the water to Enjolras' fire, the philosophy to his logic, the balance to his passion

Prouvaire (or Jehan) loves love, he is the soft romantic, he will bring flowers to a first date

Feuilly is an orphan and lives of hard work for low pay, obsessed with international relations and adopting the people of France when there was nobody there to adopt him

Courfeyrac is the exact same character as Tholomyes, but I beg to disagree - I have a hit on Tholomyes, I'd be friends with Courfeyrac

Hugo creates a trilogy of Enjolras, Combeferre and Courfeyrac; Enjolras the chief, Combeferre the guide, Courfeyrac the centre

Bahorel's whole personality is that he never wants to be a lawyer and sees even the law school as a carrier of infectious disease

Lesgle (called Bousseut) is berated for a whole page for being bald at 25 - this is just ergonomical for French summers, leave him alone

Joly is our medic, who is also a hypochondriac and if he were around today he'd run a witchcraft Tumblr

Grantaire is apparently ugly and in love with Enjolras and compared to both Patroclus and Hephaestion

I have opinions on Enjolras and Grantaire

But I will treat them as platonic (and not unrequited pining) and a metaphor until evidence suggests otherwise

And I think Courfeyrac is my favourite, from these descriptions at least - the irony

This is the group that Marius stumbles upon, all because he and Bousseut share a law class together that Marius didn't attend

Courfeyrac meets Bousseut and Marius while they are talking together at a cafe and Marius is introduced to the rest of the Friends

Courfeyrac calls him "a pupil" when he learns of Marius' political ideology - a little too pro-Napoleon for the Friends, but Courfeyrac's whole intro screams "I can fix him"

The Friends are drinking and Grantiare is rambling about 100 different topics, making the sort of sense that someone drunk will, the sort that they probably don't realise themselves doing

Somehow, through fate, the conversation turns to Waterloo

Waterloo! Marius knows Waterloo

The impassioned, naieve child talks with so much pride of how much he adores and respects Napoleon

The Friends are shocked into silence

But Enjolras is there to lead him out of the darkness of the woods

Poor Marius is confused for where his beliefs now lie, but the pupil will soon learn

Rent becomes due for his hotel, which Courfeyrac offers to pay, but Marius insists on doing himself

"Yeah I'll just sell my clothes and learn English and German and I'll be fine"

His principles even stop him from accepting financial aid from his aunt

And thus is how the life of Marius begins

This chapter was great! I really enjoyed meeting all the Friends and seeing their unique personalities and viewpoints all start to blend into one unified group. @pilferingapples is your url lifted from Grantaire's rant perhaps? I can just imagine him drunk and jovial and telling the Friends anything and everything that comes into his mind. He and Enjolras seem like the perfect opposites to bookend the society of the Friends with. And I want to know how Marius fares! Does his mind change? Is he accepted? Does he manage to find his way in the world?

[bygeto]

I finished Tokyo Ghoul S1 a couple of days ago

I finally mustered the balls to watch the rest of it

Fuck Jimmy or whatever that blonde big bodied ghoul is called. I lost my one and only bc of him and his unprocessed trauma

If I dye Kaneki's hair back to black you think he'll go back to how he was?

I'm so scared ab bleach hair Kaneki. I just know my sweet softie baby is gone

When Rize dissed Kaneki's mom it felt personal bc I subscribe to her philosophy 100% What does that make me?

Shit's so traumatizing I wiped the entire casts names from my memory. Googling names rn

The purple haired eccentric. I had so much hope for him until he kidnapped my boi

Touka.... She's definitely something. Her little brother too

Amon!!! I love him idk. When he got his little eye patch I was like is he going to be Kaneki's other half in the human realm type situation

It was so frustrating listening to the ghouls and the humans saying the same things just on opposite sides of the court. Guys... Let's discuss this over lines of coke.

I'd make a horrible jury member bc both sides sound equally understandable and unreasonable to me

Bring Yomo to me rn!!! Cool calm and collected king. When he handed Kaneki that little envelope with meat like "boy eat something you look a mess" meanwhile he was skewered?! I almost lost it.

Ryoko, Hinami and Asaki broke me... And brought back this insane fear of the unexpected. I genuinely have to drown myself in random thoughts to keep that shit down. I don't want to discuss them further

I can't bring myself to like Nishiki. He's sort of okay now but keep him away from me

I LOVE ENJI!! Show me some of that Devil Ape bbyboy!!

I knew KNEW that Dr was fishy. His face was sneaky looking. He knew what he was doing. Sb mentioned him and said he fused Rize with Kaneki and I said BINGOWW! That sneaky old fuck

HIDE! I can bet money he'd probs accept Kaneki for what he is. He's just cutesy like that but I could be wrong

I love my crazed man but Mado COME AWNNNN that is a child ffs. I can't even bring myself to believe he got married. It seems otherworldly. Maybe something happened to the wife bc of the ghouls and he lost it

Speaking of, there's this patch face kid who has some screws loose. Is he Mado 2.0? Guess I'll find out as soon as I get to S2

Have I mentioned that I love Amon?

To close things off. I'm in love with the intro. I fw with it so hard. Sometimes I sing Hoshiete yo shiete yo while I'm doing the dishes. That's how much I love it.

[doctorbunny]

(Part 4) MILGRAM x AVOIT bluetooth earphones collab: Shidou and Mahiru voice lines

[Brief context: On 28th December 2023 a crossover was announced for bluetooth earphones featuring original voicelines from MILGRAM characters. [Website]

PRISON.005 Shidou Kirisaki Vertical text = 俺を、ちゃんと赦さないでくださいね = Please don't forgive me at all [from his last line of the Molech voice drama]

Voice Guidance: 電源を入れますね = Powering on 電源を切ります= Powering off 接続成功しました = Connection was successful 接続解除 = Connection Terminated ペアリングしています= Pairing [on-going] ペアリング成功 = Pairing Successful ペアリングを解除します = Cancelling Pairing そろそろ充電したほうがいいですよ = It'd be for the best if you charged up [these earbuds] soon ノイズキャンセリング、オン = Noise Cancelling, On アンビエントマイク、オン＝ Ambient Mic, On ノーマルモード＝Normal Mode

Random Voice: 俺は死刑を希望しています。よろしく = I have hope in a death sentence. A pleasure to be of acquaintance. [from his third intro voice line] 君みたいな子に、赦さないと言われたかったんです= I wanted a child like you to tell me I'm unforgivable エスくん、子供なのに頑張っていますね = Es-kun, even though you're a child I want you to try your best 音楽、好きなんですか? いいですね。= Is this really the kind of music you like? It's nice, isn't it. 椋原さん、休憩ですか? 付き合います = Mukuhara-san, are you taking a break? I'll join you [not specified but likely a smoking break] 杠くん、暴力では何も解決しません = Yuzuriha-kun, Violence doesn't solve anything 櫻井くん、少しだけ明るくなりましたね。良かった = Sakurai-kun, you've been a little more cheerful. What a relief 俺が生きていないと、守れない = If I'm not alive, I won't be able to protect [anyone]

PRISON.006 Mahiru Shiina Vertical text = ふつつかものですが、よろしくおねがいしますっ = I may be incompetent, but it’s a pleasure meeting you! [from her first intro voice line]

Voice Guidance: 電源を入れるよ＝Powering on 電源を切るよ＝Powering off 接続成功、嬉しい = Connection successful, that makes me happy 接続解除~ = Connection Terminated~ ペアリングしてるよ~ = Pairing [on-going] ペアリング成功~ = Pairing Successful~ ペアリング失敗しちゃった... = The Pairing totally failed... あっ、バッテリー切れちゃう。充電充電 = ah- the battery's run out. Charge it, Charge it ノイズキャンセリング、オン＝Noise cancelling, On アンビエントマイク、オン＝ Ambient Mic, On ノーマルモード＝Normal Mode

Random Voice: あんまり優しくしちゃうと、死んじゃうかもよ? = If you treat us too nicely, you might die, y'know? [from her second intro voice line, Mahiru doesn't use a subject here so it could either be 'if you treat us prisoners too nicely' Or 'If you treat me too nicely'] エスくんって、呼んでいい? = Es-kun, is calling you that alright? マヒルにもその曲聞かせて? = Can I also listen to that song? ユノちゃん、恋、してる? = Yuno-chan, are you in, love? シドウさん、ご家庭ではどんな感じなんだろう = Shidou-san, I wonder what his family is like アマネちゃん、笑って笑って = Amane-chan, smile! smile! [smile, could also mean laugh here] マヒル、仕事に熱心な人、好き = I like someone who's passionate about their work 痛くないよ。赦されなかった心に比べたら、全然 = It doesn't hurt at all, y'know. If you compare it to my unforgiven heart, it's [the physical injuries] not painful at all

This is PART FOUR of 6 Jackalope and Es, Haruka and Yuno, Fuuta and Muu, Shidou and Mahiru [You are here], Kazui and Amane, Mikoto and Kotoko

Bonus thank you to @apatchworkstar for using google lens to get the Japanese text into a format I could copy paste so I didn't have to manually type all the Japanese out like I had been doing until now...

[tassodelmiele]

Noisy little mess

Hi sweetie ⁓

Next parte will be the last one, and let me say I'm pretty proud of this little english writing attempt (that should have been, like, a five pages funny things, and i dunno why now i've got 48 pages saved).

I'll leave you with my stupid disclaimers, and let's have a nice week ⁓

DISCLAIMERS: little bit of blood (not that much, though); totally inaccurate military action; Price is questioning his role in the Task Force, again; Ghost finally managed to get injured; a slightly amount of praising (my god I LOVE PRAISING AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME); planning future chocolate oatmeal's breakfast;

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«Maybe you're doing it 'cause you need some…particular attention»

«No. No, i don't»

«You're gonna get her an aneurysm. Me too, I'm getting one right now». The clicking, metallic sound of a recharge fills the void of words. Price spits out the fag end; he does not remember having signed something about "being the task force's psychologist".

He decides to be brutally honest: «It's so obvious, Ghost. Stop denying it. Make peace with your brain»

«'S not obvious, nothing's obvious in this bloody life»

«I've told you: either you end up with her, or you open up. Your choice»

The answer's a mumbled breath under the mask, an attempt to empty his lungs from responsibilities and fill them with gunpowder and old blood scent. Maybe the blood is even his, it doesn't matter.

Current mission is a piece of cake: a couple hostyles to get rid of, one place to secure, assure Laswell there's no trace of weapons that shouldn't be in a supposed abandoned shack in the middle of nowhere. 

Price is so relaxed he's smoked just one cigar in the entire day. On the other hand, Ghost's a nerves knot, a walking killer machine who's, almost certainly, unloading some tough stuff throughout the mission.

Tough for his mind, at least.

«She's killing me»

Price chuckles. Dear god, how damn hard his Lt. was to break…

«She's awakening you. 'S different»

«Is the same as being killed. I'd rather be asleep»

«Seems like your brain cells are sleeping too much, though. Time to make a damn decision»

«I did!» Ghost tilts his head at Price, his eyes so widened he's about to throw his last crumble of patience out of his orbit. «I choose to have nothing to deal with her, but she's goddamn everywhere! Why in the bloody hell did they send a second team with us for this stupid mission, and why, my god, WHY is she in that fucking team??»

«That's your fault» Price sighs softly. «You've chosen her for the special recruitment»

«'Cause I needed the opportunity to speak with her!»

A: «Liar» is murmured under John's beard, making Ghost mutter like a scolded child. 

«Is it so hard to admit you just like her company?»

«I swear to god Cap., I'm gonna rip every hair of your beard with rusty tweezers»

«I'm even being good with ya, giving you a choice. Do you prefer being kicked to a good psychologist to make him read your bloody dreams?»

«I-»

A rumble cuts Ghost's voice, making the earth tremble under them. A grave explosion drills their ears, putting them at attention immediately, weapons charged and eyes on the thick, dense smoke cloud that's rising outside the shack.

A bomb. A small one maybe, hidden somewhere next to their target. They rush outside, radio connecting as soon as fuck with the other team.

«Echo one, this is Bravo six, send position, over»

Answer is a disturbed, glitching sound, piercing hoarsely through the radio: «Bravo six, this is ---- ------ thirty meters ---------- the shack, there was a bomb hidden, we ---- immediate help, over»  

«Echo one, this is Bravo six, say again»

«Bra-»

Then a sudden hand grabs Price by the gear, slamming him on the shack's wall before a flying shot could pierce his hat. Cap. takes a slow, steady breath as Ghost adjusts his aim and, one second later, hits the target precisely as a sewing machine on a leather jacket. 

«Good job»

«Place wasn't cleared» Ghost sticks his head out from behind the wall before allowing the two of them to proceed toward the explosion. «Where the hell are they-»

«Someone's sending reinforcements»

«Where's team b?»

Simon is just finishing the question when he feels some kinda force grabbing him from behind, and pulling him back so strongly he's forced to stumble backwards a few steps before recollecting enough lucidity to turn, gun pointed behind him aiming…

You. 

You, totally scattered, covered in dirt and smoke, breathing like crazy as you're grasping onto the two men's uniform, managing to block fourth time your weight with your bare strength.

«North!» You yell so suddenly Price almost jumps at the sight of your bloody injected eyes. «Thirty…goddamn…meters north from…the fucking radio's not…» You mumble, one step away from letting you go on the ground and allowing your muffled ears to close completely.

Ghost's grasp on your shoulder squeezes you strongly enough to make you wimp.

«What happened?»

«The rocks scattered outside the shack» you spit, coughing words as sensible as possible. «Are not rocks. Enemy disguised a bunch of bombs. Team b is safe, there's another shack near-»

Then a burned growl, a sudden lamp, needles through your kettledrums. 

And your sight goes dark.

Waking up is like being kicked in the head with a rock.

As far as you can feel, your limbs may have been missing somewhere, since you're not sensing any of them. You're breathing dirt, your throat is so dry you could start a fire in your lungs, and what gives you the good news your ears are functioning is a muffled, mumbled breath a few meters away. You scroll powder and dust from your face, trying to clean your eyes a little without injecting ash under the eyelids, then you take a look around.

First impression: everything felt down on itself. What should have been the shack is now a bunch of crumbled walls put together by the explosion's mastery, sprinkled with ashes and smoke-flavored.

Second impression: illumination's enough for you to spot a darker something backed against a cracked wall. Ops; a darker someone.

«…Lieutenant?»

You surprise yourself with how harsh your voice is. You clear a bit of its roughness before tossing again: «Lt, are you-»

«Alive. Affirmative» he spits, in a voice shittier than yours. He's not moving, he's back's against the wall and one hand is pressed on the left side of his body. You shiver, for whatever reason, just by looking at him, daring to ask:

«…are you ok?»

«Just a bit broken» he murmurs. It is not enough for you.

«What-»

«Another explosion. Bloody shack fell on us. Price managed to get out, calling for help» 

«You're injured»

It's not a question. It's obvious: the more you get near to him, the more he curls his hand against his hip; the more you limp toward him (your stupid leg is hurting) the more he tries to clear his throat, sounding as confident as possible as he declares:

«I'm good»

«Oh, yes. Yes, I can see how "good" you are»

«It's-» he suddenly hissed, his fingers clenched and trembling. «There's nothing to…worry 'bout»

«Let me see»

«You can't do-»

«Let me decide what I can do»

«No»

You could definitely ignore him, and maybe you could even take a look at whatever bloody wound he's hiding from your sight, since he's evidently not strong enough to hold your stubbornness. 

You do not move, though. You stop in front of him, clenching your fists, waiting for…something. And he notices.

«Ya'r not complaining» he murmurs, letting his head cling to the wall behind to look at you better.

«It's a battlefield. There's no need to play»

«So yelling at someone's your favorite game»

«Why should it be?» «'Cause you do it everyday»

If you were in a different situation, maybe you would have ended up seriously yelling again. But his voice is not harsh; it's not rough, not scolding or mad, he's neither joking nor making fun of you. There's something…soft, just like when he protected you from that stupid rookie who tried to threaten you with that collar joke.

Maybe he's just too weak, maybe he's lost some of his good old cold brain cells all together with the blood, 'cause you can't believe what you hear as he muffles with the lowest, warmest voice you've ever heard from him:

«It would be a shame not to hear your cute whine again»

Damn.

You could melt, right here, in this spot in the middle of this fucking fallen walls, and your eyes would keep on looking at him as if they're glued to his shadow.

You swallow dirt and dryness.

«Could you please don't…don't. Just don't. I-I'm sure Cap. will come back as soon as-»

«Shut» he breathes, half tired and half amused «Your little mouth, gnome. Just enjoy the silence. 'K?»

You open your mouth, ready to say something which could be mean, but also nice, but also worried, but also…nothing. It could be nothing, and this time your brain closes your phonatory apparatus in time, and you just decide to follow his tip.

And you go sit next to Ghost, curling against the wall.

He chuckles under the mask, collecting enough breath to whisper: «Good girl», directly in your ear.

And your shiver.

Not 'cause of the coldness.

He notices. You know he does as he tilts his head a little toward you, whispering:

«Did he used to call you like that?»

You frown, and he specifies, with voice a little scattered: «Your dominant counterpart»

Your body tenses up, curled with knees pressed on your chest. Your eyes are burning and digging under the broken floor as you nod, blushing like an idiot.

He chuckles, audibly, laughing softly under the mask.

«I'm sorry» he suddenly murmurs, taking you completely by surprise. Your eyes jerk toward him in the heast to see if he's really here, next to you, saying those things. You spot his dark figure thrown against the wall, abandoned in a pose that's more and more stiff, tense, while the hand pressed against the wound is loosening strength.

You push your own palm on his, without thinking, curling on his side to reach the blood-wet spot.

He's cold. Too cold. And your hand instantly becomes slimy, warm and wet as the metallic scent reaches your nose.

«You won't be sorry anymore when the mission is over. When you awaken fully recovered» you try a teasing tone, kicking away fears and worry. «You'll regain your sharpness, I'm sure as hell. Sharp as the splinter in your hip»

«Don't know if I can…sharpen myself again»

«No way» you smile. «Lieutenant Riley, the most feared soldier of us all, doesn't know something? Impossible. Outrageous»

«I do know» He whispers back «How much of a dick I can be, sometimes»

And you sigh, not daring to agree.

There is a moment of silence. Then he adds, almost tearing words out of his own mouth:

«It wasn't to…fool you. I…don't know how to need someone anymore»

«And you end up needing me? The worst choice, seriously»

«You're rude to yourself»

«I've told you: I can see clear. Dunno why you spotted me»

«Maybe I thought you were…easy to handle» he breathes out, eyes almost closed as you grip stronger on his hand, pressing it against the dense blood stain. 

«I'm not. You should have learned»

«It was a fight I was willing to win. I am willing to win»

«Against whom? Me?»

«Maybe myself»

«And you're gonna win against yourself by touching my panties and scolding my behavior?»

Silence, again. 

He breathes slowly, tilting his eyes at you again.

«You're so easy to read. A bloody open book to me»

«Fun. You're kinda the opposite: a goddamn locked spell-book written in hieroglyphics»

«'S that so?»

«Can assure you»

«Then why have you bear me?»

«'Cause you're my superior, ya know-»

«Look at me»

And you do. You swallow your savoir-faire, your jokes and the blood scent in your nose, erasing the wet, dense mud in your hand, and focusing all your energies on raising your sight at him, who's panting scattered cold air but can pierce you through his sight anyway, making you tremble in a sudden insecurity, letting you feel so small even with a hand pressed on his life.

And he repeats, stern but soft, gently yet firmly: «Why have you bear me?»

And you, little bird kicked out of the nest too early to know how to lie, who's been raised with good words and promises of hugs and chocolate if you deserve them, you find yourself answering soft as a love song:

«…'Cause I liked how dealing with you makes me feel»

He lets out a soft breath.

«Good girl»

And your whole body trembles, curling up more against his side, clinging to his body with your hand still pressed on his to secure the wound, and your head pushed on his chest.  

But he doesn't dare to touch you more than that; he just lets you adjust over him, peeking at you from above.

The broken room closes on you, knot together in a dark spot on the wall, a breathing clot of blood-scent and ashes. You press your cheek on his arm, smelling gunpowder and grass on his gear. 

«Can we…eat chocolate oatmeal together again?»  

...............................................................................................

[scribble-dee-vee]

Writeblr Intro circa 2024

Hi writeblr!! Sooo, I've been around here since about 2014. (Yes, I am ancient.) However, I've been dormant for the past 4-5 years. Blame college and a brief stint on Twitter. Now that I'm active again, I thought I should make an updated writeblr intro so ppl know my Deal. Basically, I want to engage with other folks who write fiction (esp original SF), and that's a little easier if I have a clear post that outlines what I do. Here to make connections and hear about your blorbos :)

About me

Hi, I'm Vee! They/them, 23, 💖 🤍 🧡

I do journalism/comms in western New York

My literary jam is feminist/adult SF and gothic lit (OG or modern) 🥀 ⚔️ 🌙

Enthusiastic about gay people, body horror, and sociopolitical allegories

I cook, run, play tabletop games, and occasionally draw. Other than that, I'm mostly writing (for work and for fun)

If you were on pre-2020 writeblr, you likely know me from my eight billion daily tag games. (I still like tag games and appreciate u for tagging me. I have also gained adult responsibilities and better mental health, so I respond very slowly now. <3)

Always happy to get asks or dms, tho as I've noted: I may reply slowly.

Sometimes open to beta read! I only read one longer project at a time, but it's always super fun :)

I tag very consistently – happy to tag triggers for followers/moots

Fun fact: I love mushroom hunting and worked as a mycology TA. #cottagecoreera 🍄 🧚‍♀️ 🌱

About my creative writing

I write,,,, feminist/adult SF with gothic leanings (surprise!)

Longform and short! Trying to do more short writing this year, and I'll likely share a bit on Tumblr. It's easier to clip a short story than a 150k novel, god bless.

The Aesthetic: moral g(r)ays, Victoriana, androids/cyborgs, Women™, monstrous femininity, incessant Hamlet/Frankenstein motifs, extremely boring socioeconomic worldbuilding, evil queens and/or dilfs, psychosexual witchcraft, probably a cat. Also, an ominous, plot-relevant letter laced with anthrax from your unhinged and brilliant ex-wife. Open if you dare.

Major projects

I'm going to be writing some short work this year, but these are the longer projects that I have going in the background. If I reblog blorbo-related text posts, they probably have something to do with these.

Let me know if you want to be added to any project-specific taglists 😎

Heart of Lead – Series

The big one

Perpetually evolving

Never ceasing

Pls send help I can't stop adding shit

5-book gothic fantasy epic that I'll definitely publish one day but probably no time soon! My bastard child, my wicked firstborn, my greatest love <3

Character-oriented political drama set in a pseudo-Victorian, dystopian oligarchy where everyone's heart is made out of metal. It's about coming of age and discovering queer identity in a world that is absolutely fucked. God is an extraterrestrial lesbian who gives ppl very traumatizing magic powers. There are cyborgs, shapeshifters, and morally gray women in STEM. It's tight as fuck idk what else what to tell u.

Book 1 is about achillean monarchists, and book 2 is about sapphic anarchists. There are only two genders, I guess.

At this point, I've drafted most of the books at least once. Working to refine a lot of raw material atm!

Tag: "heart of lead tag" or "hol tag"

Lost Letters – Book

Aka the current active HoL WIP, and book one in the revised series structure

Length: 80k as of now; around 120-140k when the first draft is finished, I presume.

Genre: adult fantasy, gothic, noir detective drama?? um?? If you want me to frame it in BookTok terms (why?) it's a dark academia villain x villain tragic romantasy. Hrgh.

Summary: Cyborg soldier goes to college, joins a shady socialite frat, and falls in love with the jilted heir-apparent to the throne. Hilarity ensues.

(By "hilarity," I mean a militant revolutionary faction and a tragedy of Greek proportions.)

POV characters: Charles (the cyborg), Dale (the heir), and Cecelia (Charles' sister, a junior detective, the love of my life and potentially the Chosen One???)

This book is twisty and dark and immensely fun to write.

I'm about halfway through the first full draft! Hoping to share snippets and vaguepost about my children here.

Tag: "lost letters tag" (also "hol tag," tho that one's less specific)

The Last of Mortal Tourists – Book

The next longform project on the docket!

Length: a standalone work that will hopefully fall on the shorter novel/novella spectrum.

Genre: literary SF, cyberqueer, psychological space quest

Summary: The consciousness of a dead coding genius, trapped inside a spaceship, seeks a new planet to sustain their sister, the last surviving human, after the destruction of Earth.

If you're here to get wildly philosophical about gender and the myth of essential self, this is the story for you! That's why I'm writing it, lol. 🏳️‍⚧️ 🚀 🤖

This one started out as a short story (100% finished) which I want to expand.

POV: Archer Alto, the coder. Spaceship? Human? Soul?

Supporting Cast: Pandora, the last human, and Abby, a holographic impression of Archer's childhood consciousness

Tag: "the last of mortal tourists tag" or "tlomt tag"

If you read all this way, you get a whole bouquet of flowers that are certainly NOT poisonous: 🌸 🌹 💐 🥀 🌺

<3

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Pride (Intro)

In which sometimes you'll have to be reminded where you came from to appreciate where you are now.

Tags/Warnings: Tiger!hybrid Jungkook, Cat!Hybrid reader, strangers to lovers, sort of soulmate AU?, Fluff & minor angst

-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶--⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-⊶-

"Thank you SO much, you won't ever believe how much you saved me!" Hoseok hugs the tiger hybrid as he takes the plastic bags from his friend. "I just had my hands full the entire day with them all-" The human rambles, but Jungkook waves him off, as he takes off his shoes.

"Don't worry, it was on the way anyways." He reassures, familiar with his friend's apartment's layout at this point. There's little hybrids running around, none older than maybe five it seems- the only older one being Taehyung, a familiar face in Hoseok's apartment since the lion hybrid officially lives with him permanently. Jungkook greets him with a smile, one that's returned silently, as the lion is currently holding onto a sleeping hybrid child on his lap. "Did you wash something in here?" Jungkook wonders, bringing some of the bags in the kitchen.

"No?" Hoseok wonders. "Why?" He asks, putting the groceries away in their respective places while the younger hybrid helps.

"Just wondering." He shrugs, throwing the empty bag into the bin close by. "How come they dropped so many kids at yours this time?" He asks.

"A raid." Hoseok grimly explains. "Underground trading, again. It's the second one this year." He sighs. "There's really no end to it, is there? One gets shut down, just for another to pop up.." He mumbles, watching the children play around.

"It'll get better." Jungkook tries to help, though he himself barely believes it as well. "What's with all the strawberry milk?" He wonders, watching his human friend put all the little juice boxes and bottles of said strawberry milk into the fridge.

"Ah, that's for angel. She doesn't really have a name, so we just call her whatever for now." He says, taking one out before looking at Taehyung, who's still trying to get all the young hybrids to take a nap. "I'll bring her one later, when they're quiet. The kids might stress her out too much. She's not good at handling a lot of sensory input." He explains.

"Another hybrid?" He asks, and Hoseok nods.

"Housecat hybrid. Brought back recently, but the social workers gave no reason as to why. Just said she's back, nothing else." Hoseok sighs, shaking his head. "I'm not sure what has happened to her. She won't talk, seems nice, but a bit clingy. She's alone right now only because of the kids." He explains to Jungkook, who nods.

"You want me to bring this to her?" He wonders, pointing to the tiny snack and bottle of milk presumably for you. Hoseok shrugs.

"Sure. She's in the left guest-room." He tells the tiger, who nods, before walking to where his friend had told him you'd be hiding in. As soon as he gets closer, that smell becomes stronger too- an oddly floral but soft scent, sweet but not too overbearing. It's a nice smell- but nothing he's ever quite noticed ever before.

"Hey- Hoseok asked me to bring you something to eat?" He asks quietly, knocking on the slightly ajar door, before he looks around. There doesn't seem to be anybody there- oh.

There you are.

You're watching him from the corner of the room, wrapped up in a blanket, seemingly having just woken up from a nap. You're nothing he's not seen before- a standard cat hybrid, maybe a bit on the shorter side, but probably his age, give or take a little. But something just seems to pull a purr from his chest, a buzzing feeling making him all warm and soft at the sight of you just merely looking at him. And the moment you yawn, tiny sharpened teeth showing, he's a goner.

You've got him captured, tamed, by doing absolutely nothing it seems.

He sits down a bit closer to you, gives you your small sandwich and your milk. You're purring, loudly so, and he loves the sound of it already. Your lips seem a bit chapped, bitten raw in some spots which seems to be due to nervousness and stress- and it's understandable. Not only have you been given away and removed from your home, but you've been basically betrayed and brought into a hectic environment that's probably not the best option for you.

Jungkook has always wanted to do something good for a bigger cause. Maybe he's just found his chance of doing so.

You remind him of himself, in a way. You're not scared, rather curious- quiet, but not dismissive, or uninterested. He likes you, clearly, it's pretty obvious that you're his mate even though it makes zero sense as you're a housecat and not a tiger, and he himself isnt even the same hybrid level- but he won't think about that.

He's found you, and he's going to make sure he won't let you down like you've been let down before.

"Figured something like that." Hoseok chuckles, watching how Jungkook opens the bottle of strawberry milk for you, as your tail snaps up a little.

"Huh?" Jungkook asks, his ears twisting and turning a bit in embarrassment as he tries to play it cool.

"Oh, come on now, Jungkook." He laughs. "I already knew something was up when you kept noticing a strange smell." He informs the tiger. "You might be a Level 2 but you're still a hybrid down the line, no matter how independent." He laughs.

"Well- ah, leave me alone!" He growls playfully, making your tail swish from side to side in amusement, clearly happy at the mood in the room. Jungkook himself wants to just pick you right up and carry you home. You're already melting his heart with nothing else but a smile.

"Oh, I will!" Hoseok says. "But I doubt she will now." He teases, making Jungkook smile.

Well he sure hopes you won't.

[the-grand-av3]

Welcome to the official AV3 "blog", you wayward sinners!

We're some of the strongest overlords in Hell, baby, and we've spread to TUMBLR! Ask us something, anything, fuck it, TELL US something

Alright, who the fuck picked these photos what is this---

I'd love for you guys to show me your special things~

we'll chat back, even if it's in a few days or so, babes

HOW COME AL AND VEL GOT THE GOOD PHOTOS WTF

cheers for checking out our blog, kisses. chat soon

-AV3

TW: A lot of swearing, a lot of sex jokes/references, a lot of keys, and a shit ton of cursed photos. You've been warned.

Hate is welcomed. Love replying to hate comments. They’re funny.

OP Note:

This is a RP blog inspired by the AV3 AU made by Mightbeorphanedidk. I heavily recommend having a read of their series!! Ask us questions, and we'll respond, colour indicating character. Colour coding below! Feel free to tell us or show us anything too!

And yes i did really shittily edit Alastor’s goofy ass pose in.

Mightbeorphanedidk

Mod Intro

Radiostatic Week

We currently have the following characters available:

Alastor, Velvette, Valentino, Vox, Lucifer, Rosie, Niffty, the radiostatic love child we made canon ig,

I wanna keep this short, but:

If you'd like to get a message from only ONE of us, before your ask, type in

[Private message to Character]:

Otherwise, if you just go:

"Hey <character>! <Ask>?", more than likely, you'll get more than that character responding.

You may include as many links as you'd like in your asks, whether this be copy and paste or hyperlink! PLEASE don't share actual p0rn, g0re, or something potentially triggering. We make sex jokes here, but we don't show actual sex. We make violent threats here, but we don't go through with them. Sending anything outwardly p0rnographic or g0rey will be reported.

More info/ specifics

Feel free to also engage in RP, it’s not really my thing, but I'll indulge!! I'm pretty lenient in how unfiltered you are when asking stuff, so go off. But don't get off LMAO Im so funny

You may call me blogger, mod, or Ominous Voice (OM for short), any is fine. Pronouns are they/them.

Thank you, and enjoy our blog! :)

[madman479r]

Mortal Kombat 1 intros

DLC characters

Homelander v Omniman

Homelander: Do you know who I am? I'm fucking Homelander!

Omniman: I'm not impressed.

***

Homelander: "Omniman"? Seriously?

Omniman: Better than Homelander.

***

Omniman: My kid punches harder than you.

Homelander: I'll rip out his heart.

***

Homelander: Get the fuck off my planet

Omniman: I'll make you eat your own heart.

***

Omniman: You're nothing but a child

Homelander: Shut up! SHUT UP!

***

Homelander: Get the fuck off my planet.

Omniman: This world isn't yours to conquer

***

Peacemaker v Homelander

Peacemaker: I'll kill anyone I have to for peace

Homelander: Then kill yourself, save me the trouble.

***

Homelander: You think that gun'll help?

Peacemaker: A bullet's too good for you.

***

Peacemaker: You're a ripoff of Superman

Homelander: Who the fuck is Superman?

***

Homelander: I'm America's number one.

Peacemaker: Ever been hugged by an Eagle?

***

Omniman v Peacemaker

Omniman: You actually think you're a hero?

Peacemaker: As if you can talk.

***

Peacemaker: What's with all these Superman knock-offs

Omniman: after you, he's next

***

Omniman: You're not even worth my time.

Peacemaker: So why you struggling?

***

Peacemaker: This is for Vigilante.

Omniman: You'll see him again soon

[poison-nekomimi]

Look I can't draw fast so I'm just going to share my current ideas of some GD levels that I either haven't drawn yet or I sketched but don't have their final design so keep in mind that none of the images I share are the final design.

Starting with the main game levels:

Electroman adventures: a superhero who goes around the city trying to save people and stop local supervillains from doing evil. He uses a bo staff like weapon that glows when he touches it as it channels his electricity (I'm trying to restrain myself from sharing too much. There's a lot I could say about him. I'm getting these ideas from the vocal mix waterflame made of the song. It's like an intro for if electroman adventures was a tv show (electroman is seen as an actual character in that video) I'll explain more when I actually get around to drawing him :] )

Blast processing: The local supervillain. He has a rivalry with electroman adventures. He doesn't actually want to hurt anyone though and just does it for fun. He uses a crossbow with fire along with various supervillain technology. (Also had to restrain myself from talking too much with this one)

Polargeist: An ice ghost who was a polar bear in her previous life. She uses an icicle as her weapon (I sketched out her design before actually. This isn't final though)

Theory of everything (1 and 2):

Fairies that use wands and have the knowledge of the universe because it makes sense.

(I've only ever drawn ToE 2. The final design will look better, I swear. Also 3 and 4 do exist too)

Jumper: The easter bunny child. She carries around a basket and uses a wand.

Some random world levels:

Space pirates: A kid in a Halloween costume who uses a gun.

Round one: Previous leader of the toxic factory but got overthrown by space pirates. He is now a guard. He uses a gun (I'm looking forward to telling you the full story, it's funny)

Striker: A knight who is a part horse inspired by the chess piece. He uses a sword.

Frontlines: A guard who is part dog (maybe a fluffy white one) He uses a gun and I also ship him with striker.

Now for some random demons:

Duelo maestro: They're twins because of the 2 player thing. One is a witch and the other is a magician. They both use wands.

Tidal wave: A dolphin mermaid. Probably uses a trident or staff.

Congregation: Some kind of nightmare spirit or something having to do with dreams/nightmares (that idea came from the whole jumpscare meme and also because the level feels ominous and the music reminds me of a nightmare sequence) (this is the one character I don't have a weapon for yet) (he also got rejected by tidal wave once)

Limbo: The classic half angel/half devil and she uses a staff that symbolizes that. She's good friends with congregation and also hates tidal wave but I secretly ship her with tidal wave. (I'm still working on how to work the actual lore from this level like how I did with electroman adventures. These were just scattered ideas from before I read it)

Nine circles: He uses bright flashy lights and carries a scythe around (I just think the scythe would be cool)

I really hope I can draw them soon. I might also do a part two if you want to see that. Also feel free to steal these ideas or take inspiration, I don't mind ^^ I hope you enjoyed reading my silly rambles :3

[boltupbitches]

Crème Brûleé and Sweets - Chapter 1

August 2021

"Biggs! My dude, no!" Josie gently picked her ginger cat up from the counter, cradling him like a baby as he meowed indignantly. "I need to work and you need to go somewhere else." She gently put him down on her kitchen floor and swatted his butt. He meowed loudly again and walked haughtily out of the kitchen, most likely going to claw up her bedspread in retaliation.

Josie went to the sink to wash her hands and sighed loudly. "Alexa, play baking playlist."

Music started to play in the background, some pop song she's heard a billion times, but still doesn't know the name of.

"So, are we ready to start soon?" Mike, her cameraman, asked. 

They met in college and were roommates at Pitt. When she started her channel, she did almost everything herself. After she hit a million subscribers in 2019, she reached out to Mike, who was moving to the Cincinnati area for work, for help. Two years later, they were working 3 days a week filming for her youtube channel. Tuesdays were 'Baking and True Crime Tuesdays' and Fridays were for vlogging and try-it videos that she co-hosted with Mike. Never in a million years did she think it would her channel would grow to this size. In 2019 she was working at a bakery, feeling crappy and looking for some motivation. She completed a Bachelor degree in Food Science while also enrolled in a nearby culinary school part time. She focused her passion on baking with dreams of opening a world-class bakery. 

"Earth to Josie, this is space control delta. Can you hear me?" Mike clapped his hands.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry. I was just thinking about something and got distracted." She reached for her apron and walked towards the island counter to look over her prepped ingredients. "We are ready. Today we're doing a Finnish tiger cake. I got a Bengals jersey on too. You think I should start the video without my apron for my intro and the sponsor announcement, then put it on for the rest?"

Mike adjusted the one light and nodded as he did so. "Yeah I think that's a good idea." He stepped back and behind the camera. "Ready when you are."

Josie nodded and breathed a few times. It didn't matter how many times she's filmed content, her nerves always kick up in the beginning. A mix of excitement but also worry that her viewers wouldn't like her content. She turned off the music and counted to 10 in her head before giving a thumbs up for Mike to start filming. 

Mike counted down from 3 and the recording light turned on. Josie immediately smiled happily. "Hey everyone! Welcome back to my channel. If you're new here, I'm Josie Laurel and this is Baking and True Crime Tuesdays.  I bake something new while I talk about a true crime story that's interesting to me. I'll be sure to include a link to the recipe I'm using." She clasped her hands together and continued, "I also want to say a huge thank you to those who donated recently to a number of food banks throughout the Cincinnati area in honor of my mom's birthday. She was super happy to hear about the amount of donations received. As some of you may already know, my mom is battling breast cancer and is taking time off from her job as a director of family resources. We are very passionate about making sure no child goes hungry. With your donations and efforts, we are achieving that! Please also, if you can, support your local food banks year round."

Now before we talk about today's video sponsor, I want to show you this wicked jersey I got over the weekend!" She turned around and showed off the 'UZOMAH' written on the back. "I got my second favorite Bengals player's jersey. Sadly, Joe Burrow's was sold out."

She turned back around and said, "It's only fitting that I'm baking a Finnish Tiger Cake, wearing a Bengals jersey, and that we are talking about the Tiger King documentary today! Joe Burrow, if you are watching this, I want your jersey!" Josie makes air guns at the camera, not even thinking, for a minute, that she'd be getting a DM from Joe Brrr himself later that night. 

Mike grinned behind the camera and rolled his eyes playfully. "Make it more obvious, Jos. Next you'll be sliding in his DMs."

Josie raised her brow and scoffed, "More like he'll be sliding in my DMs once he sees my mad skills. Don't hate Mike!... and please edit this out!" She flipped him the bird. "Now onto our sponsor. Today's sponsor is NordVPN.."

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Later that evening, after eating three slices of the tiger cake and finishing up last minute edits, she uploaded her video to Youtube, deciding to take a quick nap in the mean time. 

By the time she came to, it was about 8:30p.m. and her phone would not stop ringing. She squinted at the screen and saw Mike's name on the screen, including a string of unanswered texts from him and some other friends.

Alarmed, Josie shot up in bed, startling Biggs who hissed and shot off the bed. "Sorry, dude!" She unlocked her phone and immediately called Mike.

He answered after the first ring. "Josie! Youwouldn'tbelievewhoretweetedyourvideo!!"

Josie blinked in the dark. "Slow down Mike. I just woke up and can't fucking understand you!"

He sighed loudly and spoke super slow. "You wouldn't believe who retweeted your video."

"Who?" 

"Joseph Lee Fuckin' Burrow! Joey B. Joe Brrr! Joey fuckin' Franchise, baby!" He hooted loudly and laughed in disbelief. "This is almost as wild as the time Snoop Dogg shared your brownie recipe on Instagram. This is a big deal!"

"Wait - what? Nah you're kidding!! Joe Burrow?" She put her phone on speaker and immediately went to Twitter, her leg shaking nervously as she waited for the app to open. When it did, she could see her notifications blowing up. Looking past it, she looked up Joe's twitter account and found the tweet. In the retweet it said, "@JosieLaurel I love your videos and we can definitely make that happen! ;)"

She felt her soul leave her body in the moment, listening to Mike still freaking out on the other side of the phone. "Oh my God.." She whispered and exited the Twitter app before opening Instagram. She looked at her following list and entered his name. It showed under her following. What caught her eye the most was a DM request. She received DM requests daily, but had it set where only people she followed could DM her without it going to spam. 

She bit her lip and clicked on the message.

@Joeyb_9 Hi, Josie. My name is Joe. Which you probably already know! I'm a big fan of your youtube series. I saw your video this evening and appreciate the support you show for the Bengals and for the food bank donations you did in honor of your mom. I got a signed jersey for you. Would you be free to meet up for lunch sometime? I have preseason training, but I know a few restaurants we can meet up. If not, that's fine too. No worries. I can mail the jersey to you. I look forward to hearing from you. 

She screenshot the DM and sent it to Mike. "Listen - I'll call you back Mike! I gotta make a quick call!" She hung up and quickly started typing back to him.

@JosieLaurelBlack Hi, Joe. Thanks so much for reaching out. I won't lie - I am geeking right now. I'm a huge fan of the Bengals since I was a kid as is my family (sans my dad who's a Yinzer and therefore a Steelers fan). Thank you so much for supporting my channel and watching my videos. It's a lot of fun and I'm thankful to anyone who takes the time to watch my stuff. I would love to meet up for lunch sometime! Here's my number. Feel free to text me when you'd like to meet up. My schedule is pretty flexible with filming and other commitments. I'm working on a cookbook right now, but I have plenty of time before it's due for review. My # is 513-424-9187. 

She bit her lip, staring at the message before dropping back on her bed and screaming loudly into her pillow. "Oh my god. Oh my God. OH. MY. FUCKIN'. GOD!!" She sat up again, and made eye contact with Biggs, who was sitting on her dresser, judging with an unimpressed look. "Biggs, my dude, this is such a big deal. You wouldn't understand, but it is, ok?" He stared back, impassively before deciding to clean himself.

Her phone buzzed and she looked down to see a text from an unknown number. 

unknown number Hey Josie! I didn't respond to the DM, but decided to text you instead. It's Joe. You free tomorrow?

Josie

Yeah, I am. Where do you want to meet?

Joe How about the training facility? I'll give you a quick tour of the place if you want. We'll have to follow CDC guidelines, but if you're cool with that and want too, we can go to lunch afterwards.

Josie Sure! Thanks so much, Joe. I honestly mean it. What time?

Joe 1pm ok? We can do a late lunch around 3pm if you want.

Josie Sounds good. Text me the address and details. I'll see you tomorrow at 1pm.

Joe

Ok. I'll get the pass information settled and everything in the AM when I head in for training. I look forward to meeting you! Got any of the tiger cake left?

Josie I do! I'll bring you some tomorrow for sure.

Joe

Can't wait. Have a good night, Josie.

Josie

Same to you Joe. Good night!

Josie immediately phoned Mike. "So, guess what~~"

[deviljayman]

Writeblr Intro

I'm excited to be here and do one of these!

About me: You can call me Jay! I'm 19 (almost 20) and go by He/They pronouns. I'm in college and fighting everyday lmao.

I've been writing for a long time, lots of fan fiction in elementary school I wrote in notebooks. I play a ton of D&D and have a bunch of weird interests that you'll probably see my talking about here.

I've always had a passion for experiencing and telling stories, along with that I like trying to understand why certain works effect me so much. The emotions that things inspire in me are important and I want to understand why they make me feel that way, I want for people to feel as strongly as the things I make as I do with my favorite works of art.

My writing: I write about a lot of things but my current big WIP is a fantasy story. I really love fantasy, high fantasy and dark fantasy specifically.

I like exploring themes of systemic oppression, religious and parental trauma, as well as people trying to overcome these things and form connections with others. I really like to play with the more fun aspects of YA but infuse it with more mature themes and problems for the characters to grapple with.

My inspirations for my writing comes a lot from authors like Kentaro Miura, Go Nagai, and Katsura Hoshino. Each of their stoires have left profound impacts on me not just as a writer but as a person. Their work showed me that fiction can change people and inspire incredible feeling and emotion that I want to inspire in my own work. I also take a lot of inspiration from Matt Mercer's DMing, the way he tells his stories in the realm of D&D I think is so engaging and I think it could be used in mediums like books to engage readers more.

My current WIP is called Darksider! It deals with a bunch of fantasy monsters like vampires, werewolves, and harpies with them being the main characters. I felt like a lot of stories don't let them be protagonists and I really wanted to change that.

The main idea is that it's about the world's of monsters and men waring against each other. The leader of the nation of monsters is known as the Shade Lord, an eternally reincarnating soul that acts as the ruler to the nation. A young vampire child, Arlin, is the newest Shade Lord. However, he doesn't want to be a king. He's a young man who's whole life has been planned out for him and who is trying to fight against that fate to build his own path.

I'll be posting some WIPs and drafts for Darksider and maybe some other things soon, hope you stick around and read my stuff! It would really mean the world for people to read my work.

[emabatis]

WIP Questionnaire

Thanks to @sleepy-night-child for the tag!

I'm tagging @chauceryfairytales @magscrane and anyone else who feels called to do it!

I'm doing this for "What Dahlia Knows"

1. What’s the first part of your WIP that you created?

Dahlia and Emilie are old characters of mine. I've been doodling them since I was about 15, but it wasn't until last year that I thought up a real story for them. The first line, though, "Every night, after Mother’s footsteps faded down the hall, Dahlia knelt in front of her water stained window and prayed that her daddy would never get better. This practice was to make sure he did get better, because Dahlia had discovered through vigorous trial-and-error that whatever she prayed for would never come true," has been a part of Dahlia since the beginning.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

Something like L'eternite by ALI PROJECT

3. What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

I love all of my characters, but I have a special place for Ruth. I love her mystique. She talks like how I wish I could talk.

4. What other pieces of media do you think your fanbase would share?

I think my hypothetical fanbase would like old children's books, like The Secret Garden or Anne of Green Gables. Also, Lemony Snicket.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

The ending! The reason it's taken so long to finish my first draft is because I must've rewritten the ending a dozen times by now. I did actually start writing with an ending in mind, but with the direction the middle has taken it, I'm not sure it's the most satisfying option anymore. Much to ponder.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

No major animals, unless the incidental birds count, but Emilie does have a stuffed dog she carries everywhere. The stuffed dog not having a name is a bit of a callback to my own childhood, when I could never remember the names I'd given my many stuffed animals. Even today, I don't name my dolls, partially because it feels like imposing human ideals onto inhuman beings, but also because I'd never keep them all in my head.

7. How do your characters travel/get around?

Walking. Again, a callback to my childhood living in a very walkable area.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

Again, the ending. I actually really love editing, so I want to get to that as soon as possible, but tying everything together is really a struggle.

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) you think will draw your audience in?

The cryptic dead mentor, the kids walking around and having philosophical arguments unsupervised, and the prose style.

10. What are your hopes for your WIP?

That I'll finish it, that I'll be able to send copies to my local libraries, that I'll get to do one of those school auditorium author-visits.