#if I forgot you it’s not that I don’t think you are talented I’d also write a paragraph for you just give me the chance

[paracosmicat]

I have so many writers I want to tag in this that I’m going to do it along with my favorite fic from each of them

@ninadove

You are the coolest person with the best ideas! I love how our brainrot fuels each other! And the ideas you have come up with on your own are also insanely good and insanely thought out!! You are so purposeful with each word and metaphor and it’s incredible!! You’re also such a fun person and I think you have the best taste ever!! I have more fun talking to you than like anyone and I also love how down you are to go along with whatever ride I’m dragging you along for next. Your Felix has my entire heart and I want to wrap him in the warmest blanket and give him tea (but he might not want it from me, so I’ll stick to doing that with Adrien)

I really actually cannot thank you enough. I don’t think I’ve even mentioned this (but it might have been obvious) but I met you during a really hard year and talking to you about anything and everything has helped me more than you could ever know. People like you are really rare and I think you are one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met and I hope I have a lot more years of screaming at each other about our favorite cousins!! Our favorite bees!! Our favorite dragon and bird couple!! Our favorite angsty lesbians (pick one, I could be talking about 100 people right now) and so on and so forth. Our little roleplay server has been a safe haven for me so thank you!!! 💞

All that being said, this was insanely hard to choose but if I had to pick a favorite it has to be this one. This is one of my favorite concepts and it’s super sweet and UGH you did so good on it!!!

La nuit, tous les chats sont gris

@asukiess

NAME TWIN!!! 💞💞💞 You’re literally the coolest and I’m super glad I reached out because omg you are just as fun to talk to as you are to stalk on tumblr. I have literally always thought you were so cool but guess who was 100% correct. I had so much fun talking to you about this last night so this is no surprise but this is my favorite one of yours

SERIOUSLY the way you wrote Loveybug’s grandiose personality and the SYMBOLISM I yelled to you about the symbolism but I seriously cannot express enough how beautiful it was through and through!!!

a rose by any other name

@trishacollins

YOU ARE INSANELY QUICK AND INSANELY TALENTED I HAVE NO IDEA HOW YOU DO THAT but also as a friend you are so sweet and funny and energetic and interesting!! I love hearing about your babies ;-; and I think you are really amazing!! I seriously am so glad that I made that post about sentibug that united us and I can’t get enough of the insane kwami lore you come up with because I am also an enjoyer of kwami lore!! 💞

Although… the very first fic of yours that I binged was this one because Nina recommended it to me and it was SO good and interesting and CUTE and I loved the way you characterized Felix!!

Found

@wackus-bonkus-maximus

YOU ARE THE SWEETEST PERSON IVE EVER MET!!! You are insanely talented and funny and also super super super kind!! You’re so good at writing like you literally wrote a BOOK for a fan fiction that had me on the edge of my seat the ENTIRE time and you’re also a prophet!!! You understand the characters so well and you know how to utilize them!! I also think your original ideas are very good and creative and I can’t wait to see them!! That being said, my favorite of yours has to be:

borealis green

@bittersweetresilience

Omg…Sunny….listen…..

UM IDK HOW TO PICK NO ONE ELSE GOT TWO ANSWERS BUT I WANT TO DO TWO ANSWERS???

Okay first as a friend like you are very funny and supportive of whatever random ideas I throw at you and you have sooo much energy it is hard not to match which is so much fun!! You’ve also,,, seriously helped me with some very real things and that is something that I literally cannot thank you enough for?? ALSO YOUR TAGS oh my god your TAGS I think I fell in love with the way you wrote tags because they were so specific and focused on the little details and sooo SOOO much of them it AMAZES ME you are not only super SUPER talented but you ALSO are so kind to other creatives and that’s the best quality 💞 also exactly what I said to Nina about metaphors applies here too!! You are so good at words!!

And okay I can’t pick out two so I’m just going to say one more shout out to your Emilie…. That terrifying woman omg you cracked my brain open when you wrote her but no no THIS is my favorite which also shouldn’t be a surprise given my yelling

oh, no, not again

Do u ever read a friend’s fic and it’s like holy shit how do you consider me qualified to talk to you?

[anyxis]

I just hate how everyone seems to see Leona as less than he actually is. Neji, who was surprised to see his skills in the Bead Brawl. Vil, who was slightly offended when Leona could see trough his act and know he was injured (pretty sure the only other person who could have done that was Rook). Everyone comparing him to Malleus in spelldrive even though Malleus is practically a god with how magically powerful he his (of course he won’t be able to win?!).

Like, give the boy a break, would you?! He is so intelligent and talented. I’m pretty sure he could ace all his classes if he actually gave a damn. And let’s not forget about Vil’s Overblot. Remember when everyone came back to the scene, just to realise that the settings had all suddenly disappeared and there was not enough time to do it all again before the show? First off, Leona was the only one who thought of saving them in the cloud and, second, he obviously knew that something big happened for that to happen. Did he suspect it was an Overblot? I don’t know. But he was clearly suspicious of something.

Also, all the insights he gave Jamil during book 6? Helping him see that he could actually take his place and didn’t have to jump in front of Leona all the time? But also helping him think of how it was for Kalim? That money was power and Kalim was learning to use it?

All the chess references he gave during the new event and his opinion on how to develop his country to avoid having more people live like Ruggie his forced to live.

I don’t know… I just felt really upset about how people looked down on Leona in the new event and I needed to rant. I just feel like, if people stopped treating him this way, saying that they’re surprised of something almost basic or that ‘of course he would do that’, he would start showing that he cares about things and people. Because he does. God knows that boy cares. But what’s the use of putting himself out there if anyway people are going to give him backhanded compliments?

Edit: I forgot something in my rant! What’s up with the way Neji and the guards address Leona? Do they talk so freely with Falena? Will they talk that way too with Cheka when he’ll be older? Or do they just do this with Leona? Because, as far as I’m aware, Jamil didn’t address Leona that way and no one acts like that with Malleus (except us, but we didn’t know, and Lilia and Silver, but they’re his family). So what’s up with the disrespect, uh people??

Also, do we know what caused Leona’s scar when he was a kid..? Because I’d be curious to know which fucker did this to the poor boy!

[miley1442111]

hi!! can i please request a spencer reid oneshot where the reader and spencer are together and reader drops by spencer's office because he forgot his socks or smth at her house and like when she walks in the bau is shocked because not only does spencer have a girlfriend but she's also a rly well known broadway performer? sorry if its a bit confusing english isnt my first language😭

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a/n: thank you so much for this request, I love it!!!!

summary: a secret gets out

pairing: spencer reid x fem! reader

warnings: none?

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“Hey Spence, what floor are you on? The lady at the desk was more focused on getting a photo than telling me where to go,” you sighed into your phone as you stepped onto the elevator. You loved your job, you loved your fans, but you were also on a time crunch, and you only had a few hours before you had to fly back to New York after your weekend off with Spencer. 

“4, thank you so much for doing this,” he smiled. “You don’t know how helpful you’ve been this weekend.”

Your heart swelled as you stood in the elevator. “I only do it because I love you,” you smiled.

“I love you too, see you in a minute,” he hung up after that. 8 weeks ago, Spencer got shot in the leg. He wasn’t in a huge amount of pain anymore, but he was still on crutches and couldn’t really do much on his own because of the knee brace. 

The blonde woman beside you was staring at you with big eyes. “You’re Y/n Y/l/n? Right?” She squealed when you nodded your head. “I am such a huge fan of yours! Oh my god, your Tony performance? The most incredible thing I’ve ever seen! You are so talented!” She gushed as the elevator doors opened to the 4th floor. 

“Sorry this is me-”

“This is me too! Can I ask you some questions about your process? I do… amateur theatre and I’d really love some real Broadway pointers?” she smiled. 

“Of course,” you chuckled. “Just, I need to give my boyfriend his bag, I’ll be right back,” you smiled and Penelope’s interest was piqued. Who on the team was dating THE Y/n Y/l/n?

You opened the door to the bullpen to find Spencer at his desk with who you knew as Derek Morgan. Spencer had told you so many stories about the team, but Derek’s name popped up the most. 

“Hey Spence,” you smiled, handing him his bag. “How’s your leg?”

Derek’s jaw dropped. You’re Penelope’s favourite broadway star, here in the office, knowing Spencer? He had to go find her. 

“It’s fine, better with the exercises you gave me,” he smiled and pulled you down by the back of your neck to kiss your cheek.

“Good, I just wanted to say ‘goodbye’ before I left and that I will see you next month,” you smiled and kissed him softly. “Love you.”

“I love you too,” he beamed and pushed some hair behind his ears. “Thank you for this weekend and-”

“YOU’RE DATING Y/N Y/L/N?!” Penelope shouted from across the bullpen, Derek beside her.

Spencer sighed and truthfully debated on just hiding in the bathroom, but decided it would be better to just come clean. “Yes, I am.”

“AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO TELL ANY OF US?” 

“No,” he chuckled. “It’s my private life.”

“Spencer Reid!” She shouted, walking up to the two of you. “You know I love her!” 

“I also love her,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Probably more than you do.”

You chuckled at the scene in front of you, and you were soon introduced to the entire team, and Penelope decided you two would be best friends. You understood why Spencer loved them so much, they were lovely people, who, despite the teasing, were happy that Spencer was happy. Wait until they hear you two are actually engaged…

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@princess76179

@khxna

[motthe]

Congratulations on reaching 2k! Every bit deserved your writing and characterization is always so amazing 🫶🏼

For the event, Could I request a Drabble of rivals/ crushes snowed in with Ekko with a she/her reader? (Possible accidental confession perhaps?)

I need more ekko content in my life 🥹 Ekko presents tough but he’s such a sweet lover boy!

Thank you for this event! And thank you for blessing us with your writing 💖

tysm!! i’m always so happy to hear the characters sound like themselves 😭 i hope you enjoy the drabble!

warnings: spoilers for s2 despite this being a modern au, grieving, mentions of jayvik, fem!reader

Professor Heimerdinger had been a phenomenal professor. You were thankful to have made it in to every one of his lectures in your college career. He had always been a spontaneous character, treating his students like family.

After his funeral, you weren’t too surprised when Ekko appeared. You both had been gunning for the top grades in classes, the most genius designs, the greater anything. He was a worthy opponent, taking his defeats in a respectable manner. When he won, you’d have to suffer one of those insufferable smirks and a tick of his eyebrow but you had come to enjoy them.

You’re not sure when the jealousy of his mind had turned to attraction.

He was well dressed for the ceremony, all suit and tie and raw eyes. You wanted to hold him, but you settled for a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Left a letter to us,” he said, holding up an envelope.

“Heimerdinger did love dramatics,” you joked, stepping closer as paper unfolded. For this you let your head fall to his shoulder, feeling as much as ewing the shake in his hands. You helped steady it.

“Can you…”

“Of course,” you whispered, clearing your throat and reading it aloud. You were teary-eyed by the second sentence.

The letter detailed how proud he was of you and Ekko and that he was sorry to leave the world before he saw both of you graduate. He’d never married or had a family, but he considered the two of you his own. He also asked if one of you would care for his cat, Poro, until a proper home was found.

“I’ve been taking care of him,” Ekko said. “I don’t have the room in my apartment so I’ve been spending time at Heimerdinger’s place. Helped Jayce and Viktor clean some stuff out.”

Another generation of assistants and protégés. They were married, too.

“Could you take him for a bit? He’s a good cat,” Ekko promised.

“Of course,” you said. “I’ll go grab him now.”

“I’ll go with you. I have some stuff I need to grab.”

That was exactly how you ended up snowed in at Heimerdinger’s residence with your rival and crush, Ekko, and Poro the cat skirting your feet.

“This feels like one of his schemes,” you chuckled as Ekko got the fireplace in the living room going. “Remember when he locked us in the lab until we stopped fighting?”

“He forgot about us until the next morning,” Ekko finished, smiling over his shoulder.

You giggled, reaching down to pull the cat into your arms. “I can still feel the crick in my neck from falling asleep at the desk.”

“It worked, though.” Ekko settled back on the carpet as the fire roared to life. “We got along a bit better after that.”

“We respected each other,” you chuckled. “I had to after you picked the lock.”

He shrugged. “I’m a man of many talents.”

Sitting down beside him, you both basked in the warm glow, shoulder to shoulder. The sound of the wind outside alongside the crackling wood calmed the nerves of being so close to him, well almost.

“He’s well behaved around girls,” Ekko said, looking to Poro in your lap. The car purred, raising his head as a strong hand ran over his back. “He hates Viktor. I think Heimerdinger mentioned something about a laser?”

“Like a toy laser?”

Ekko shrugged. “Either way he’s a lot more careful around guys, but he’s warmed up to me over the years.”

Yeah, you thought, who wouldn’t?

“I’d like to keep him,” you murmured, scratching under his whiskers. “Just have to figure some things out first. I’ll manage it.”

“I can help,” Ekko offered.

You shook your head. “You’ve already done so much. Let me.”

“I love the little troublemaker too.”

“Then you can visit him.”

“Yeah?” His eyes glinted as he looked at you.

“Yeah,” you agreed, heart thundering. His shoulder nudged yours, sending sparks down your shoulder and into your stomach.

“Only him?”

Your breath caught. For being the top of your class, you sure went brain dead by a simple question.

“Sorry,” he muttered, looking away. “I just…”

“No,” you said, “I mean, yes you can visit. Not just for the cat. Don’t apologize.”

“If you were uncomfortable—”

You shook your head, grabbing his arm. “I’m not. Just nervous, surprised…”

“Surprised?” he huffed, the start of a smile on his lips.

“What? I don’t know,” you scrambled, feeling too hot. Poro stretched before walking away, leaving you to die of your embarrassment.

“I’ve been crushing on you for a while,” he chuckled, “I thought you noticed.”

“I’m a genius in school, Ekko, not,” you gestured haphazardly between you, “this.”

He busted out laughing. You tumbled into it with him, the sound far too contagious.

“First the lab, now his house,” Ekko sighed later on, the two of you leaning against one another on the couch. “This does feel like Heimerdinger’s doing.”

It did. One day you’d have to thank him for bringing you together.

[ukiiseikou]

don't mess up, my lucky charm, my last chance.

wanderer x gn! reader. figure skating au.

synopsis: your pairs partner just ghosted you, but no worries! your coach manages to replace him with the next worst thing - wanderer. a/n: hi! making this a series called complementary figures, a figure skating au universe. stay tuned for other characters ^^ thanks for reading

“hi, i’d like to report a missing person’s case.”

ayaka looks up from unlacing her skates, giving you a sympathetic smile, “any news?”

“he’s gone gone, like, poof! i’ve been calling him ever since he disappeared two weeks ago but it’s like he never existed. i even called the police, and all they could say was ‘he’s still alive’, like buddy, i hope so.”

ayaka stands up, offering you a quick hug, “i’m so sorry, it was an asshole move for him to ghost you like this in the middle of the season.”

“it’s fine. i guess it’s all over now. still kind of in shock, but whatever.”

you sigh, sitting down on the bench and kicking off your sneakers as you pull your skates out from your bag. you weren’t even sure why you were here, your partner had up and left you in the middle of the competition season and you can’t perform a pairs routine by yourself. you were content to just wallow in self pity and refreshing instagram to see if, miraculously, any available pairs guy would contact you and ask to try out. in fact, you had been doing exactly that for the past few week and a half, but yae asked you to come in today, saying that you ‘needed to reconnect with the ice’.

you wave bye to ayaka as she walks away, leaving you to your own devices as you start pulling on the strings of your laces.

“y/n.”

yae appears before you, and you strain to get a look at her, a familiar grin on her face.

“hi, coach, what’s up?” you finish tying up your skates and stand up. with your skate, you tower over yae just a little bit, but you always felt like a little kid before her - she’s been your coach since you were little anyway, alongside your former partner.

“no news?” 

you shake your head, and she sighs.

“disappointing, but no matter, we move ahead.”

she beckons you to follow her, and you trail behind her as she steps onto the ice gracefully. you’ve been off ice for about a week now, and you really feel it. there’s a bundle of nerves as you slowly follow her in a lap around the rink, is this where yae tells me my pairs career is over?

“what do you think about getting a new partner?” she stops suddenly, and you nearly crash into her, lost in your thoughts.

“um, if there’s someone out there who wants me?” you offer awkwardly.

she laughs, “well, he better, you’re his last chance.”

“wait, you’re saying someone asked to partner up with me?”

she taps her chin, “it’s more like - i offered and no one else wanted him, so we’re his only choice.”

she finishes with a self satisfied grin, “don’t worry, y/n dear, he’s won a few medals.”

“yeah? like what?”

“world championships, world cup finals,” she lists off a bunch of titles, including national champion.

wait, national champion?

“are you talking about, uh, wanderer?” you interrupt her.

“is that the kid's name? ah, i forgot. he always hissed at me and ran away whenever i went over to ei’s house.”

while yae launches into reminiscing about her shared history with his coach, your mind goes a mile a minute.

wanderer, national champion, current world champion, former junior world record holder, and current world-renowned asshole.

no one can deny his talent and skills, but also that comes with a major attitude. you’ve heard changing room horror stories about him scaring off potential partners; people leaving in tears; a world record in the number of partners dropped; and if he drops you in the middle of a lift it’s not his fault - it’s yours.

“yae, why in the world did you offer to pair me up with some asshole?” you blurt out, “yae, i thought you liked me.”

 “oh look, they’re here!”

yae pointedly ignores your comment and pushes past you, making her way to the edge of the rink. you can feel the drilling stare, even with your back facing him. you just prayed to whatever archon is listening that he didn’t hear you, and you would at least leave this temporary partnership with your ego and self-confidence intact.

“ei! long time no see,” yae stops at the boards, as you slowly turn on your blades and skate towards where the pair is waiting.

“this is y/n,” she beckons you, and you pick up the pace, gliding into place next to her.

“hi, uh, it’s nice to meet you!” you’ll try your best to leave a good impression on his coach, at least.

“likewise,” ei nods and holds out a hand to shake, which you take.

“kunikuzushi,” she angles her head towards you, “say it.”

“hey,” he says curtly, avoiding your gaze. awkward silence settles over the group before yae claps her hands.

“i see. kuni, then? i see your skates are on, good! get up here. y/n, sweetheart, can you get my phone please? i would like to film this, thank you.”

you sigh, moving to grab yae’s phone on the other side of the boards. you watch the boy pull off his skate guards and step onto the ice out of the corner of your eye. you can’t deny it - you can tell by the way he holds himself that he’s far more elegant and well-trained than half of the guys you’ve seen come in and out of the rink door. the two of you make eye contact and you quickly fumble with yae’s phone, placing it near her hand.

ei and yae are chatting, leaving you to awkwardly follow wanderer, or kuni, or kunikuzushi, you weren’t really sure what to call him anymore.

“can you even skate?” he sounds irritated, and you bristle.

“of course i can, can you?” you retort.

“i’m the current world champion. of course i can. are you dumb?” he whirls around to face you.

“yeah? try doing that again without a partner,” you fume.

“i don’t need a partner to win.”

“it’s called fucking pairs.”

he snorts, “and you think your mediocre skills can keep up with me?”

“sorry, but i happen to hear you switch partners every season? you need me. admit it, i’m your last chance, because nobody else is stupid enough to partner up with someone like you.”

“someone like me? it’s okay! you can just call me an asshole again, just to my face. go on.” 

you stop, skates slowing to a halt, you can feel your face heating up at the reminder of the less-than-kind comment you made only a few moments ago. ah, fuck, he heard me.

his eyes narrow at your silence, and he whirls around again and kicks off, throwing ice in your direction and he leaves you behind.

“y/n, honey, you’re supposed to skate with him! don’t tell me you forgot after a week already!” 

you hear yae call from the boards, and you roll your eyes.

you race to catch up to him, but he ignores you. 

“okay, fine! i’m sorry! but like - prove me wrong!”

he turns at you with a strange look in his eyes that you can’t really place. before you can get a closer look, yae yells at you to ‘do a spin or something!’

he grabs your hand, grumbling something under his breath as he slows to match your strokes.

“do you know how to do triple salchow?” he questions over the sound of blade scratching ice.

“side-by-side? i mean, i can try!”

he rolls his eyes at you, but he releases your hand, “you go first, i’ll follow.”

wait, shouldn’t we talk about this?

you nearly stop your momentum but you catch how he’s staring intently at you. your insides squeeze together, your partner could never do a salchow properly, so you haven’t done it in a long ass time.

okay, fine.

you adjust your position, and you can hear his skates against the ice as well, perfectly mirroring your position as you launch yourself into the air.

there’s a foreign feeling in your legs, and next you know it, you end up hitting the ground, legs giving out as you slip and land. wanderer snickers as he slows to a halt next to you, and you just know he landed that triple salchow perfectly.

"not only did you double it, but you also fell on your ass? some skating skills you have."

you fell a thousand times before, but this one stings. you wince as you hang your head, trying to figure out if the dull throb in your leg is anything serious.

"are you crying? archons, i can't believe i have a crybaby of a partner." he sighs, but twists to get a better look at your face. you turn away from him.

"i'm fine," you say, pulling yourself to your feet, there's a shit-eating grin on your face, "let's try that again, partner."

he scoffs, "should've known you were pretending. can't deal with crybabies. you're lucky i'm giving you a second chance."

"watch this one. their debut internationally, the new wonder pair from inazuma. their chemistry is electrifying, and their technical content is one of the best!"

you let out a dry laugh of amusement at the commentators as you splay out across the couch, taking up all the space. wanderer hisses at you to 'get off me' but makes no move to shove your legs off his lap, instead, he grabs the remote from the coffee table to fast forward through the gushing that takes place before you've even entered your beginning pose, eyebrows drawn in irritation.

the two of you watch intently, the bright lights of yae's TV cutting through the darkness of the night combined with tightly drawn curtains. wanderer lets out a snort when you nearly crash into the ground as you land from your throw lutz, only saving it with a ridiculously bent knee that keeps you upright.

"still not used to the height?" he smirks.

"shut up, you're lucky i saved that," you spit. it's true, despite his shorter stature, he's hiding some serious muscle, enough to throw you into the air with height that looks like 'he's trying to send you to the moon' - as the commentators put it. your former partner never threw you that high up, and when you first did it, you felt as if you were in the air for an eternity.

"hah! no. you're lucky i held back."

"let's just call it even," you sniffle, turning back to watch the replay. after months of skating together, you know his little quirks, and when you shake with mock tears he stiffens, and you know you've actually got him wrapped around your finger. when you first actually cried in front of him (after a particularly ugly fall that felt like a broken bone), he spent his time saying that you 'looked ugly when you cry' and holding up tissues to your nose, but you can tell by his eyes his worry when the tears won't stop coming despite his irritated sighs and non-stop shaking of his head.

"whatever," he pats your ankle with a sense of urgency, the sofa creaking as he throws off your legs to stand up, "keep those ankles of steel safe, lucks, you'll need it."

you watch as he moves to ransack yae's fridge, and he sticks his face into the cool air in a desperate bid to stop the red crawling across his face. you're left quiet on the couch, an indescribable feeling racing up your neck at the nickname.

you tune out yae's usual pep talk as you survey the crowd - the arena's more packed than usual, and you're feeling the pre-program jitters. 

wanderer's hand finds your's, giving you a tight squeeze.

"you ready?"

you turn to smile at him, and he returns a rare one, "with you? always."

he snorts, but turns his head away as red tinges the tip of his ears, "don't mess up."

(and, by the way, thanks for giving me a chance back then.)

maybe i will write one where wanderer meets your ex-partner anyways, ♡ or ↻ if you enjoyed, support your writers, thank you!!

[cultkinkcoven]

Lucifer: what about Silco reminds you of me?

me: its less in looks and more in the crazed revolutionary king of the underground old man with nice coat kind of way

Lucifer: I suppose that makes sense, you reminded me a lot of Powder when you were kid

me: huh?? what? how? I don’t think I was nearly as uh… manic as Powder when I was a kid, I don’t see myself like her at all

Lucifer: really? you were a neglected kid with a genuine although juvenile talent, with very few friends, doodling all over your room, trying to keep up with the big kids but failing poorly, crying very often

*top 10 compilation of Shi’s greatest crash outs beamed into my brain*

me: wow yeah ok but I didn’t have any like ,, severe childhood trauma that lead to me becoming like Jinx… i don’t think

Lucifer: really? you mean besides the whole childhood abandonment being black sheeped by your entire family thing?

*top 10 compilation of Shi’s greatest moments of childhood trauma and abandonment scored to classical music*

me: wow ok I forgot about some of those fuck. You really gotta give me a warning before you do that. and I uh, I just didn’t think I was very much like Jinx. I relate a lot more to Ekko.

Lucifer: I mean, you do crash out every time you see someone who vaguely resembles your relatives, you make art that greatly disturbs others, you even have a little cult of followers who find your rebellion exciting. You’re a bit silly, a bit chaotic, and always doing the unexpected. You had events in your life change you so much that you are nearly unrecognizable to the people who knew you as a child. Not to mention the whole, really loves his old man in a nice coat thing. If I’m like Silco then I think you’re far more like Jinx than Ekko. You do share a lot of qualities with Ekko in terms of your methods of doing things. But as a pure personality archetype, I’d say Jinx.

me: yeah idk man whatever tho

*and then I open instagram to IMMEDIATELY see this post*

me: yeah okay I guess I’m a little bit like Powder

Lucifer: which also implies that one day you’re going to kill me lol

me: WHAT

[gay-dorito-dust]

Relationship headcanons for Slade Wilson & Clark Kent with gn s/o?

I kinda got carried away with the Clark relationship head-cannons that I forgot that you also wanted Slade…oops. 🦦

Baby girl

Malewife

Certified himbo

Golden retriever energy!

Heart of gold, dumb of ass-

Okay I’ll stop but you get the gist, this man would honest to god, worship you. Look me in the eyes and tell me that he wouldn’t cuz we all know he would.

No thoughts, head empty; just full of ways where he could love on you.

He’s a cutie! And he probably trips over or unintentionally hurts himself because he can’t help but admire you and all of your handsomeness/beauty/gorgeousness.

Hell I bet before you two were dating Clark’s confession must’ve been the most sweetest, heartfelt, and the most adorkable thing ever.

He would probably be on the fence whether or not in telling you he’s Superman because he doesn’t want to put you in any sort of danger but then again being in a romantic relationship with him was already putting you in danger; so he would probably have to sit you down for that conversation, hold your hands within his bigger ones and pray that you understood his reasoning behind the secrecy.

His love languages have got to be one or all of the following;

words of affirmation: he will call you any and every endearing word in the dictionary even if you were only just getting up to start your day. He’s your hype man in every sense of a word and will not allow you to be harsh or look down on yourself. He’s not having it, so he won’t hear it because how can you not see yourself the way he sees you?

To Clark, your phenomenal, exceptional, extraordinary, amazing, incredible, excellent, talented, fantastic, handsome, beautiful, charming, gorgeous and above all else; you. That’s all he wants you to be. Yourself.

acts of service: as I said before Clark lives to serve and with that I’d like to think of him taking on chores that he knows you don’t particularly like doing just so he could relieve the stress of having to do it off of your shoulders. He’d also attempt to make breakfast, but your better off helping him so he doesn’t accidentally breaks the handle off of any appliance you have at your disposal by unintentionally using excessive force.

Clark would do stuff that would be considered small to other people such as leaving out clothes you found most comfort in, neatly folded in your dresser, or bending down to help you in tying your shoes, but to you they were the biggest expressions of love one could ever experience.

Physical touch: this man is a cuddle bug and no one can tell me otherwise. Oh yeah don’t get me wrong but just because he’s stronger then the average man don’t mean he ain’t gonna hold you tight against him -though not too tight- and still be extremely cautious of the usage of his strength. he doesn’t wanna hurt you in any capacity at all. He’s so, so gentle and frequently worried about the consequences that would come if he didn’t handle you with enough care.

Hand holding is a staple in your relationship.

He’s a big spoon and a little spoon in terms of cuddling because he wants to feel as though he’s protecting you in your most vulnerable form and also wants to be comforted by you as he lays his head on your chest. It’s almost a comical sight, you spooning this Greek god of a man but it’s such a sweet and tender moment between the two of you finding comfort in each others presence and being able to be your most vulnerable with them that it completely negates all of that.

back hugs in the morning from either you or Clark because I just adore the idea of this man coming up behind you and hugging you with his strong arms caging you at the waist as his head is buried into your neck as he whispers you a good morning. I also adore the idea of you just going up behind him and hugging him as tightly as you could, not knowing that you couldn’t possibly hurt him physically even if you tried.

Quality time: while unfortunately yes, being Superman is a full time thing. That don’t mean Clark wouldn’t at least attempt in making time just for the both of you and besides you found his deep rooted want to help anyone and everyone extremely endearing and admirable; but sometimes he does need to be reminded that not everyone wants to be saved despite how difficult that maybe for him to understand. But that doesn’t mean he won’t stop trying to help. It’s the one thing no one can change about Clark.

So when you two do get some time together it’s pretty much just spent doing whatever it is that you two like to do together like watch a movie, read books, etc or separate whilst still being within the same room as one another in a comfortable silence. Clark is trying to make up for lost time but it’s the fact that he’s trying is all that matters to you.

Plz hold his face in your hands and squish his cheeks! Plz. He will melt into your hold as he brings his bigger hands up to hold against yours his face as he closes his eyes and visibly relaxes. Precious bean deserves to be pampered with love and affection.

You’d defiantly be stealing his cozy beige/cream coloured jumper. You loved how it made your hulking boyfriend look like the epitome of soft, so of course when he’s away you immediately sift through his things and pull the jumper over your body, where for the rest of the day you would be doing stuff in your shared home whilst in his clothes that were *probably* way too big for you and that you had to face the continuous task of having to push up the sleeves constantly so that they wouldn’t get in the way.

So when Clark comes home and sees you wearing his cozy little jumper, he’s utterly enamoured as though it was the first time he’s seeing you all over again. It’s cute and the soft sappy expression on his face will forever and always melt your heart; his soft blue eyes staring at you adoringly like you were the one to have painted the stars in the sky, the slight blush upon his pinch-able cheeks, and the dopey smile upon his pretty lips.

‘Something catch your eye handsome?’ You’d say one day upon catching him gawking at you from the doorway, taking great pleasure in watching him squirm and stumble over his words as he tries to justify his staring without it coming across as creepy. ‘I wasn’t- I’m sorry-‘ you didn’t let him continue as you walked over to him and moved your arms to hold his face in your hands, your thumbs running across his warm cheeks that only seemed to grow warmer beneath your touch.

‘It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean anything weird or creepy by it. I’m just teasing you, you know I love it when you look at me because when you look at me…I feel more seen then I ever have with anyone else.’ You admitted to him, pressing your head into his tits chest, ‘so please don’t stop looking at me in that way for it reminds me that this is real and not some fever dream.’

[mirims1997]

A Line Crossed

Summary: Following the Pr written statement released by Ashlyn, Bellingham’s new love interest, Jude Bellingham finds himself in the midst of media scrutiny. In an attempt to save his image, his mom hires a sharp Pr agent who takes over to fix Jude’s tarnished reputation and along the way ends up mending his heart.

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Chapter 4: Bernabeu and Theo

“So, I know you are so busy with this Dreamy Belli thing, but I just said hi to Theo. Did you know he was back from France?”

Before Sierra could finish her sentence, Miriam has bolted out of her office like it just caught fire.

Theo was supposed to be back today. She has that carefully jotted down on her important dates wall like a long awaited religious holiday. But between the Bellingham case and her impossible work schedule, she was swarmed and completely forgot about today.

As she scurried towards his office, she prayed that Theo was not pissed off at her. He probably expected her to be skipping in front of his door before he even arrived.

“It took you long enough. How disappointing.” Theo was not even facing the door when she barged in without knocking. That handsome smug bastard. He knew her too well.

Immaculate as a man can get, Theo turned around with his infamous head tilt and signature smirk.

Miriam crossed the room in three strides and pounced on him.

“I missed you. It’s so boring without you. Don’t ever leave me. I beg you. Unless you get yourself a fine man. But even then, I’d love to thirdwheel.”

Theo just chuckled in her ear as he hugged her tighter and kissed her hair.

“You have Jude freaking Bellingham at arms reach and you are talking to me about fine men. You are working for the finest one, babe. I am so jealous. What does he smell like?”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” Miriam huffed as she pulled away and took him in. France did him good, and he didn’t even need to get better looking.

Theo was Miriam’s best friend on and off work. When they first met, Miriam couldn’t believe someone could look and smell that good. His dark tousled hair was as soft as hair can get. Blessed with dark blue eyes, an aristocratic draconian nose and sculpted lips and body, Theo screamed majestic. And Miriam had the biggest crush on him. Well, up until they interacted and platonically fell in love. Theo was her soulmate, her very gay one.

As they sat down on his office couch, Theo fixed her with his curious eyes, scanning her like the riddled page of a book, a talent only a few, namely him, possessed.

“So Bellingham? How is he like? The girls and the gays all want to know. Is he hotter in real life? Also you haven’t answered my question.”

“He gets on my last nerve. He is uncooperative and smirks more than you do. Overall, I can’t wait for this job to be done and over with.

“Wow. You like him. You actually like the guy.”

Miriam almost choked on air, her eyes widening like she saw a ghost.

“What the actual fuck Theo? No? I don’t.”

Miriam could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She does not like Bellingham. He is too cocky, too provocative, in a relationship, a football sensation and her freaking client. She scoffed at Theo, took a seat and run her manicured fingers through her perfectly wavy locks to reduce the tension headache Theo just triggered in the span of two minutes.

“Okay. He INTRIGUES you. I know you and your obsession with words. And I know that you touch your hair when you are nervous. So spill. It is just me. Although I am surprised. Thought you had the hots for Mbappé.”

Theo was casual about everything. He talks about feelings the same way he discusses food tastes, so detached but somehow too involved. Perhaps that is why Miriam liked him so much. He was her alter ego, a poignantly honest one. It scared her that he could take a look at her and discern the inner workings of her heart, way before she had the time to explore them.

“I don’t know Theo. I don’t want to think about it or to give it enough space to become a thought. Nothing, especially not a pesky crush, should prevent me from performing my job to a T. He just stares at me like I am some impossible enigma. And turns out, he is not so dumb and knows his way around quantum physics.”

Theo smiled at her softly, his eyes revealing a level of tenderness she knew was exclusive to her.

“You are so beautiful when you are rumbling. You know? I forgive you for being late. Come, let me hug you a little more.”

Miriam could burst into tears right then and there. Theo is such a wallflower and a master at shouldering and delaying emotionally draining conversations. And for that, she was eternally grateful.

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“There is a game tomorrow. Jude is supended as you know. Therefore he will be there in the players VIP section with Castro. We got you two tickets. The seats will be close to the Bellinghams but not close enough to draw attention. Denise will know where you are. Neither Jude or Ashlyn will.”

Mrs Renée had this no room for mistake tone, and Miriam understood. She was single handedly chosen out of a whole team of competent agents and she knew what this kind of opportunity meant for both her career and the way her boss perceived her. Her perfectionism is her strongest asset and she will make sure to exploit it fully.

“Understood. Can I ask why I am provided with two tickets? Will I be accompanied by someone?” Miriam was holding her breath. She did not want a randomly thrown in partner who could potentially disrupt her task.

“You are to choose one of your colleagues to accompany you to the game. It would be better to take someone you are comfortable enough with to present as couple and drive the attention away from your actual task. Bellingham’s fans seem to be rather too attentive to him and his surroundings. We can’t risk being caught. You have to be extremely careful while taking the pictures. Pretend to be hugging your colleague and snap away.”

Miriam almost squealed at the prospect of taking Theo with her.

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“A notification would have been nice. Oh my god. I have nothing to wear.”

Theo paced around her room, holding Cookie the same way a bourgeois woman would hold her chihuahua.

“Okay. First, Put Cookie down. He just ate and I don’t want him to vomit all over my floor. Second, when have I ever been unresourceful? You know I’ve got Jerseys. Come on.”

The thing that most people didn’t know about Miriam is how much of a diehard Madridista she was. Growing up, she watched the team religiously. And her passion for the game and the kings of Europe did not dwindle with age.

“So I’ve got two. One is for you and one is for me. They are on the top shelf, second drawer.”

Before she had time to overthink and regret the slither of freedom she just granted her friend, a jersey was thrown in her face. Bellingham’s.

“No no no. You wear that. It’s a size bigger. I am wearing Mbappe’s.”

She tried to sound as nonchalant and as logical as she could muster. But Theo is Theo. And Theo is a handful.

“I like a tight shirt. I do not workout to hide my physique babe. You would look so adorable in an oversized one. You know. And with the right jeans and jewelry, JUDE would eat this shit up.”

Something in Miriam itched at that. She did not dislike the image that Theo just conjured in her mind. Her core squeezed at thought of Jude looking at her with those tantalizing eyes and running his gaze across her body. She knew he’d tilt his head, lean back, spread his muscled thighs and stare. She might never confess it but she was hyper aware of every move he made in her presence. The way he’d clench his fists every time she leaned in to explain something. She bit her lip to stop her thoughts from straying further. She knew that she was teetering on a dangerous territory and that she needed to stop. Bellingham is her client. That is all he’ll ever be.

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“y Nada Mas. Hala Madrid”

Miriam looked around and took in the greatness that was Bernabeu. The legendary chants surrounded her and made her heart swell. Supporting a football team for the entirety of one’s life through wins and losses is an often overlooked form of unconditional love.

The Madridista in her hungered for such moments and was at last rewarded. Theo was filming the stadium before he caught her gaze and pulled her to him. He knew what this meant for her regardless of the circumstances that brought it on.

“They are up there. 2 rows up to the right from where I am looking.” He says while still engulfing her in her arms. Miriam doesn’t turn around but she has their position memorized. She has to be careful and her shots brilliantly executed.

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Jude took a seat next to Ashlyn and looked at her. Ashlyn was just gorgeous. Her dark turtleneck matched his, her idea. She thought coordinating outfits was “such a cute thing to pull.” Upon catching his gaze, Ashlyn reached out, smoothed out a curl that fell out of place and softly caressed his face with her red manicured hand.

He smiled at her and leaned in to peck her cheek, a very rehearsed pg-13 move. As they played lovers, Jude couldn’t help but wonder which of their moves was worthy enough of a picture for someone like their hotheaded agent. Miriam. Her name alone ignited a fire in him, a feeling he hasn’t felt before, a need for something he couldn’t place a finger on, a desire for a form of closeness he couldn’t name or fathom.

From the moment she sat him down in her office with one withering look, he knew he was in trouble. He has never met a woman who didn’t immediately fall at his feet or at least blush at his antics. Jude knew he was an attractive man. The fact that he was young and successful were a huge bonus. He also knew that he had British swagger and charm. And that along with that, he was a master at stringing words together to make a lady pant. He knew how to ruin a woman for any other man.

The slight voice dip, the half smile, and attentiveness has driven every girl he met to addiction. Well, up until SHE showed up.

Miriam seemed to be immune to all his moves. She looked at him mostly with disdain but at times with a carefully masked curiosity. And that triggered his undoing. Her gaze, sharp and soft at once, penetrated every wall he had carefully built around his soul. And the way she smiled at him that day in her office after he showed off his intellect still lives rent free in his head. Her slight approval made him ache for more.

He wanted her to smile at him that way again and again. A kid hungry for attention. That is the kind of hold this frustrating woman had on him.

Ashlyn said something and it snapped him back to reality. He was supposed to be all over her, for Miriam to take pictures, for Miriam to do her job. Without bothering to ask her to repeat what she said, he pulled her to him in a side hug. And she preened. Denise looked at them and faked a smile, something the world will never know.

As she leaned in further, basking in his attention and that of the world, Ashlyn whispered in his ear.

“Do you know where she is? I don’t want her to get my bad angle.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know where she is.”

As he whispered back, Jude realized how annoyed he was at being in such a blind spot, not knowing where that vixen was.

He looked at Denise with the intention of asking only to find her so fixated on something and secretly smiling to herself.

Jude followed her gaze only to be met by a sight that knocked the breath out of his chest.

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“The pictures look amazing girl. The one where she is tucking away his stray curl. And the one where they are whispering. Perfect!”

Theo was talking Miriam’s ear off as she looked at the pictures for the god knows how many times already and made sure nothing about the couple or their whereabouts looked wrong. She even caught one with Denise smiling at them. Bingo. But as she stared at the picture of Jude leaning in to touch Ashlyn, his eyes so soft and inviting, she felt an ache in her heart. To be at the receiving end of such tender looks, Ashlyn had no idea how actually lucky she was. Jude’s eyes, not his fame or his money, were indisputably his biggest asset.

Sensing her discomfort, in a true soulmate fashion, Theo leaned in and pulled her to his chest. He buried his head in her neck and she hugged him back like her life depended on it.

“Oh. oh. OH. Gurl, do not let him near my casket, because he definitely is burning my dead body too.”

“What the hell are you talking about Theo?”

“YOUR very hot Beau doesn’t seem to like what he is seeing. OH I smell dramaaaaaa.”

Before she could think twice of it, Miriam turned around and almost staggered back at the intense glare Jude was sending Theo’s way. Soon, his eyes shifted to her and although they softened, his stare intensified almost making her knees buckle.

Miriam didn’t look away. She couldn’t if she tried. His eyes kept her hostage as they scanned every inch of her body, mapping her from head to toe as if he was attempting to memorize her, if he had a right to, as if he owned her.

He had her heart thumping against her ribcage. But she stared back. She refused to allow him a moment of triumph at reducing her to shivers and shortened breaths. Theo was doing all the gasping she couldn’t do as he watched Jude angrily undress her with his eyes.

Miriam knew she was taking a huge risk, but revenge is blinding and she loved to indulge herself. Before she could think of the consequences of her actions, she had her back turned to him.

Showing him the name on her Jersey, his name on her back. His last name branding her body.

Theo grinned at her like a proud father.

“That’s my girl. You show him. Take control of the narrative. Oh he is standing up. Girl, he stood up.”

A minute later, her phone pinged in her pocket. A text message.

VIP bathroom. Stall 5. 10 minutes. -J.

Oh, she was in big trouble. Huge trouble.

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Tadaaa! I am back and it’s getting tense. 👀🙈

Let me know what you think! Your feedback is everything. ❤️

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You probably don't care for the ship (that's totally okay), but I am curious to ask anyway. What would be your opinion on the ship Minuette x Twilight? Since Twilight is sort of in Sunset's position in this au, would Minuette and Twilight have a sunlight dynamic? Just thought I might inquire.

I can definitely see it, and I wouldn’t mind seeing content of my Minuette x Twilight in a Sunlight way in fact I love me some fan ships please do. I can’t say whether or not I’d do that ship canonically - (esp. since with the exception of Ditzy/Blueblood cause they already have a kid together and I’m doing a story for them I wanna keep the ships a very fan led experience - hell you can even ship Ditzy too if you want as long as you’re aware that in story she’s going to be involved with Blueblood so any ship you do would be a poly ship on her side) but considering what this AU is I don’t think it’s a spoiler to say they’ll have somewhat of a Sunlight dynamic even if things play out differently.

It especially comes into play when you realize that in this AU the band of unicorns were all childhood friends (even if Twilight wasn’t much of a good friend or even a friend Minuette was at least very fond of her when she was around) and while Twilight was always too into her studies and Minuette ended up being similarly caught up in her own studies by adulthood Minuette was always friendly to Twilight when their paths crossed and Spike and Cinders are quite friendly as well.

So while Twilight suddenly sees her as the villain and probably even forgot they knew each other as young fillies, Minuette thinks quite highly of Twilight and if you wanted to, you could totally assume she has had a small crush on her. She was probably honored to be considered by Celestia to be worthy of being a faithful student because she knows how talented and smart Twilight is.

Which makes the inevitable confrontation to come even more of a tragic test of Minuette’s development because she wouldn’t have seen this coming.

Also what’s a good name for them as a pair anyway?

[lostcauses-noregrets]

thank god for you fic writers because isayama forgot to give erwin and levi much of expressed personalities i believe🫠 when I watch the series they feel feel a little dull, i find myself a lil disinterested, even. When I read fic, they fight, they yell, they get happy, they feel down, they feel desperate I can read about them expressing every emotion and it makes me so happy and makes them feel all the more like realistic characters sorry for rambling and thx for reading lost, ily I'm glad u exist

Thank you for your kind words about fic writers Anon, however I think you’re being a wee bit unfair to Isayama. I think he does do an incredible job of developing Erwin and Levi’s characters and relationship with each other.  I would never have fallen in love with these amazing characters and been inspired to write over a hundred fics about them if he hadn’t.  However I do agree that a lot of this character nuance gets lost in the anime. This is a perennial gripe about all anime though. While anime can do an incredible job of bringing fantastic worlds and action sequences to life, it tends to be at the expense of nuanced character development. This is almost inevitable when you consider the length and complexity of a manga like SnK.  And this is why if you really want to understand Erwin and Levi’s characters in detail I’d highly recommend reading the manga and the supplementary guidebooks, which is where some of the most important canon information about Erwin and Levi’s relationship comes from. 

One of the things that’s been interesting to see over the years is that, because the Eruri fandom has had an incredible number of immensely talented artists and authors, an increasing number of Eruri fans come to the fandom through fic and fan art rather than through the manga or even the anime. I could be wrong, but my impression is that this sometimes results in fans having particular expectations about Erwin and Levi’s characters and their role in the story.   If you’re deep into the Eruri fandom, it’s easy to forget that although both Erwin and Levi play a pivotal role in the plot, they are still side characters. EMA are the main characters and that’s where the focus of the anime lies. 

I think one of the reasons that Erwin and Levi are such attractive characters to write is that Isayama does give them complex and nuanced characters, but the story also leaves enough space to explore what might have been.  This is particularly true of the period between ACNWR and the manga, which has always been fertile ground for fic writers, given that it must have been a pivotal point in the development of Erwin and Levi’s relationship. 

Anyway, I’m glad you enjoy exploring all the wonderful Eruri fic that the fandom has been blessed with, but don’t write off Isayama altogether, he’s the guy who gave us these amazing characters in the first place after all.

[genoskissors]

Principal Monokuma’s Room Check!

Trigger Happy Havoc Girls

THH Boys Rooms

Again, there are a few notes throughout to explain some things I thought most would not know or just to clarify things changed in localization. Also, if you are disappointed by the three nearly empty rooms, the girls’ cottages in 2 will hopefully make up for it.

Maizono-san's Room Edition

Popular idols say that they have such a harsh schedule that they can’t even get a good night’s sleep. The bleak room Maizono-san has makes me think about that a little.

Checkpoints: A: It’s a bed with pink sheets, which are common in girls’ rooms. The fact she makes her bed after waking up shows she has a methodical personality.

B: I thoughtfully placed a sewing set in the drawer! Wouldn’t you like to see the girls try at least one kind of needlework?

C: I am a gentlemanly bear, so I don’t look into girls’ trash cans, rummage through them, open them up, sniff them, or put them in my mouth, that's correct.

D: The girls’ shower rooms are locked! No matter how much fun the girls are having in the dorm life, as long as I’m alive I will not tolerate any insolence!

Kirigiri-san's Room Edition

Ah, this again. Following Maizono-san, Kirigiri-san is also plain and simple. Hey, hey, you’re a girl, aren’t you? Wouldn’t it be better if you had a bit more girly flair?

Checkpoints: A: Kirigiri-san’s bed looks like it would smell nice. Imagining a prickly girl like her sleeping defenseless makes me feel protective.

B: It’s a desk for studying, just like everyone else’s. Including Kirigiri-san, I can’t imagine most of the students sitting here.

C: A surveillance camera is common for all rooms. But, to the cool Kirigiri-san, my gaze seems to have no more value than a bug.

D: Oh! Sorry, I forgot to prepare a trash can for you! But beautiful girls don’t blow their noses, so it’s okay!

Asahina-san's Room Edition

This room gives the impression that someone loves exercising, whether awake or asleep. With all these training items, it’s like a small gym. I’d like to see Asahina-san use it too. Upupu.

Checkpoints: A: A stepper for training the lower body and a roller for abdominal muscles. The roller particularly is inexpensive but highly effective. It’s okay to kneel at first.

B: It's a balance ball that helps you train your core body on a daily basis. It's pretty fun, isn't it? Oh, and you can't miss the school swimsuits hanging out to dry!

C: Unfortunately, There’s nothing as simple and effective as a training tube! I can’t use it because my arms and legs aren’t long enough...

D: Bottles for hydration and a first aid kit. She’s so well prepared and considerate in case of emergencies, I bet she’ll be a great wife with lots of children. Note: Anytime someone makes a joke about the bad ending, an angel loses its wings.

Fukawa-san's Room Edition

As expected of someone called a literary girl, she has an incredible amount of books. With the books being piled up around the bed and desk, you can tell what kind of reading she does. Note: Toko’s Japanese talent is “Literary Girl”.

Checkpoints: A: As you can see, this desk is a built-in piece of furniture with a fairly thin top, so I wonder if it will be able to withstand the weight of all these things piled up...

B: The windows are bolted down securely! ...but that doesn’t seem to concern Fukawa-san. She has manuscript papers pasted all over the window. Boo hoo. Note: Monokuma uses the word “しょぼーん” which is commonly associated with the kaomoji  (´・ω・`).

C: Placing books in front of the shower room means you can read during toilet time! You’re addicted to always learning. Note: I think there's a pun here but I don't know if it's intended. The word for reading is “dokusho” and the word for addict is “chuudokusha”.

D: At first glance, it may look like a rose in a vase, but it is actually an air freshener stick. She’s confessed to hating baths, so she has to be careful about the smell.

Genocider Sho’s Room Check!

Fukawa-san's Room Edition

This is the room of the woman I share my body with! A pungent smell of no libido! Perfect for a sullen faced, nail-biting, gloomy introvert! Kyehahaha!!

Checkpoints: A: There are so many books at my feet... It will get in the way when Byakuya-sama is brought over! Clean it up a bit!

B: I must be nearsighted, writing all these small letters little by little in such a dark place. As I thought, this woman is weird! I need to bathe in the light of passionate love!

C: Wait! There’s no sign of it being used recently! I could end up in bed with Byakuya-sama at any moment, so I have to at least take a bath!

D: Ah! A green and white bouquet. It’s specifically for weddings! Wait for me, Byakuya-sama! I’ll grab this now and dive into your body!

(Back to Monokuma)

Oogami-san's Room Check

The strongest primate is the ogre... this is Oogami-san’s room. It makes it clear if you end up killing each other, she won’t let you get away with it. But please don’t destroy the room.

Checkpoints: A: For tile splitting demonstrations, usually they use tiles that are easier to break. But Oogami-san’s tiles are the real deal. Note: Tile splitting is the same thing as board breaking in martial arts.

B: Excuse me... Of course, it’s okay to do training in your room, but there’s no need to drill holes in the floor!? Someone will have to repair it.

C: This is Ogami-san’s uniform. I don’t really get a chance to see her wearing this. How about we go hand-to-hand again? Upupupu.

D: Seriously, this area is littered with broken tile debris too. This may cause the floor to collapse or leak, I don’t know!

Celesomething-san's Room Check (This is how Monokuma refers to Celeste)

The dark interior gives off a sense of immorality and makes me super thrilled! Since all students received a private room, it would be pointless to not enjoy it this much.

Checkpoints: A: The dresses on the mannequin torsos are changes of clothes. The short-sleeved frilled one and the bustier style look good together, don’t you think?

B: Umm... is Celesomething-san planning to sleep here forever? Of course, I have no intention of interfering with personal hobbies and preferences.

C: Oh my! A goth lolita costume’s cat! It is cute, but you can’t compete with me, who is both cute and a little mean.

D: The desk is full of makeup supplies. The brush size and type, how to use different sprays, these are things boys don’t understand.

Enoshima-san's (Mukuro’s) Room Check

Ah, what a shame! Enoshima-san is a charismatic high school girl! Even if you aren’t interested, just play a character! Seriously, what a shame!

Checkpoints: A: Oops, I forgot to bring pink sheets for this girls’ room. She doesn’t seem to mind though.

B: Everyone is treated equally, so the windows in Enoshima-san’s room are completely blocked off too. I hope you enjoy your killing game school life to the fullest.

C: Saying you can’t sleep if you change your pillow is what a coward who is completely immersed in a comfortable life would say. You have to live in the environment you’re given. Note: "I can't sleep when the pillow changes" just means that you can't do something if it's not to your liking. It's not usually a metaphor but here it is used like one, while also being literal.

D: You guys all agreed to meet in the dining hall, but it’s okay if you seclude yourself here and eat, you know? Eating alone isn’t that bad, right?

[aidoneusmusic]

any thoughts about hadestown? i'd be interested as to how you feel about it

hi hi thanks for your question!

The issue is I have too many thoughts about Hadestown lmfao it’s so hard to summarise without essentially writing a novella, but I’ll be as brief as possible!

A year after it came out, I was introduced to the 2017 version on Spotify (+ Anaïs Mitchell’s demos) and I instantly fell in love. Tbh, to this day, that is still my all time favourite rendition.

As someone who’s been hyperfixated on both Greek Mythology and musical theatre since I was 6 y/o, discovering Hadestown was like a dream come true. I really enjoyed Mitchell’s take on the story, and thought she did a fantastic job expanding on the motives and overall development of every single character.

In the original myths of Hades/Persephone + Orpheus/Eurydice, it feels like things just “happen” to both Persephone and Eurydice, so I loved that they’re each given stronger personalities and a sense of agency, even if they’re trapped in their circumstances. Persephone is just how I’d imagined her — a weathered, witty, and powerful delight that provides warmth to everyone she meets, but hides a deep discontent and grief within her.

Regarding Eurydice, her worldliness contrasts beautifully with Orpheus’ misguided hope and naïveté, and I thought it was so clever to use themes of poverty and famine as a means drive her towards the temptation of Mitchell’s industrialised version of Hades(town) — which I’m also obsessed with.

Tbh until listening, I’d completely forgotten that Hades is the god of wealth, so to see these themes built upon and then integrated into political commentary was incredible. The idea of a man in power scaring people into submission with threats of poverty if “the wall” isn’t built especially resonated with folks at the time of its release, and unfortunately still applies today. But we eventually learn that he wasn’t always this way, and that wealth + power corrupts people over time, so much so that he forgot “the melody,” aka the central motif.

and HOLLYY SHIT am I a sucker for motifs. if a musical doesn’t have motifs, I don’t wanna hear it.

I especially love the ones throughout Hadestown, though, whether it’s the “La la las,” or the “Doubt comes in” melody, there are motifs everywhere in this musical. All of them work so well to make a cohesive story that, after my first listen, I felt like I’d already seen it live.

And then I did see it live !

I was blessed enough to attend its London premier run at the National Theatre twice in 2018 and got to meet Reeve Carney, Eva Noblezada, and Patrick Page at the stage door — all of whom were as sweet as they are talented! I saw it again in 2024 with a different cast, but I’d definitely say I’m biased towards the original. Nonetheless, it’s fantastic on stage and I think I cried almost the entire time lmfao

I could keep going on and on because I have a million things to say, but I’ll stop myself here. Overall, I personally think it’s the best musical that’s made it to the stage in this last decade. It’s provided me with so much inspiration and encouragement to keep writing the stories I want to write, even if they’re old or have been told a million times before.

[arcielee]

Interview With a Writer

It is that blessed time when the wonderful and talented Miss Maggie, @inthedayswhenlandswerefew, gives us some behind-the-scenes insight to her latest brilliant narration. [Feel free to check out the Spotify playlist of all the songs mentioned and let me know if I forgot one!]

Here is masterlist to my Interview With a Writer series and the other talented individuals who allow me to continue this self-indulgent series! 💜 Picture(s) source.

Name: inthedayswhenlandswerefew

Story: 1968

Paring: modern Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, modern Aegon Targaryen x female!reader

Warnings: 18+ mature themes. Be mindful of chapter warnings.

Where did the idea for 1968 come from?

I am a high school social studies teacher by trade, and my absolute favorite class to teach is American History. The 1960s and 70s were actually one of my weak spots when I got my first teaching job back in 2020, so I ended up researching a lot about that period of time and got absolutely obsessed with it. In my American History class, I spend a whole lesson on JUST 1968, because so many important events happened in that year that are emblematic of broader trends and tensions.

One day I was re-reading one of my favorite books, The Other Mrs. Kennedy by Jerry Oppenheimer, which is specifically about Bobby Kennedy’s wife Ethel, but also gives a lot of insight into the Kennedy family generally and what it was like to live through that era. The idea of using this setting as a fic AU occurred to me, and I ruminated on it for a few weeks while finishing up Napoleonville.

Eventually, I had a revelation of the ending of 1968 (true to my usual pattern), and then knew I’d have to write the fic! I was actually really worried about all the political and historical details being too boring and/or confusing (especially for non-U.S. readers), so I was relieved that so many people gave it a chance. 🥰

Honestly, it was brilliant with the similarities to the Kennedys and Targaryens in the story. Were there any historical cameos in 1968 that you enjoyed channeling? Or perhaps struggled with?

I find LBJ super fascinating, and I feel that because of the Vietnam War he really doesn’t get a fair assessment when people look back on his presidency. His work for civil rights and the Great Society (SNAP, Medicaid, Head Start, Job Corps, PBS, etc.) was truly revolutionary, and as someone who grew up in poverty and benefitted from a lot of those programs, I don’t think LBJ’s contributions get the recognition and praise they deserve. I perceive him as a haunted sort of figure, and I really enjoyed his cameos. (To be clear, he was also super problematic and bizarre personally, and I don’t mean to excuse any of that 😂).

As for someone who was difficult to write about…honestly, the George Wallace research I did was super depressing, so while he was necessary to include, I didn’t really enjoy working on those parts!

Was there anything in specific that inspired your Reader portrayal?

Io is a bit of a composite sketch. Ethel Kennedy was known as doggedly committed to her husband’s career above all else (despite eventually being the mother of 11 children!!), and I think that inspired Io’s single-minded determination to help Aemond win the election in the first few chapters. Ethel was traditional in the sense that her husband was the center of her world and made all the important decisions, as was expected of women of her social class in that time period. But Io is also a manifestation of the counterculture of the late-60s. She is young, educated, genuinely progressive politically, and likes to party. She tries to reconcile the expectations of her family/time period and her actual personality by intentionally choosing a husband with whom she can have an equal partnership making the world a better place. And…we all know how that worked out.

[Photo Ethel and Bobby Kennedy, m. 1950]

Can you explain your interpretation of Aegon? How does he compare and contrast to Aemond? What drives them? Why are they the way that they are?

In 1968, Aegon is 40 years old, and so his role in the Targaryen political dynasty is very well-established: once his family realized he couldn’t be weaponized for their purposes, he was largely disposed of, and lives this aimless, uninspired, self-loathing sort of existence. He does have some genuine love for his family—missing Daeron and feeling guilt over him being sent to Vietnam, a vague sort of fondness for Mimi and the kids, distress when Aemond is shot in Palm Beach, an apology of sorts to Alicent by performing “Mama Tried” at her birthday party—but Aegon exists on the periphery, and he knows this, and while he doesn’t want to be a politician the rejection still stings.

At first, he perceives Io as yet another person who makes him feel inadequate and unloved; and in fairness, she is cruel to him, in fact more so than Aegon is to Io in return. It is noteworthy that in Chapter 1, she viciously criticizes Aegon in front of everyone in the waiting room (“if someone had to get killed tonight it should have been you”), but he doesn’t return fire until they are alone (the infamous cow comment), and even then he seems to regret it immediately.

Aegon, fundamentally, is more sad than mean. When in Chapters 2 and 3 Io abruptly reveals herself to be someone who is vulnerable, wounded, abandoned, and kind of a hippie lowkey, Aegon begins to perceive her differently, and she becomes an opportunity for him to be truly understood, protected, and loved for the first time in his life.

I think we would all describe Aemond as ambitious and ruthless, determined to prove that he is the best to compensate for deep, lifelong insecurities. He is a progressive politically because he sees a path to build a winning coalition, and perhaps in small part because of the whole Greeks-being-despised immigrants thing. But in 1968 there is a sense that you never fully understand who he is as a person. This is intentional! 1968 is Io’s story, and she never gets to see the whole Aemond. She sees parts of the picture, but never the full image. As awful as he is to Io, there is also a side of Aemond that truly (even if in an…unorthodox way 😂) loves Alys and their child, and there are clues that Alys understands him like no one else can (that Ouija board message… 👀). He’s by no means a good guy, but he is multifaceted. I think the stress of the presidency, and his long separation from Alys, ends up softening Aemond a bit, hence him defending Io’s reputation and ultimately letting her go.

Did anything inspire your other OCs? Specifically "The Ones Who Married In" club?

I didn’t sit down and plan what sorts of characters would be in the “The Ones Who Married In” club. I was possessed by these random visions of them: a perpetually drunk Mimi, a perhaps not too bright but very sweet Fosco, and Malibu Barbie but make her Polish Ludwika, and I was thinking: “These people are ridiculous, this will never work!” But then when I thought about it more, I realized that Mimi, Fosco, Ludwika, and Io all serve strategic roles to help advance Aemond’s career, and so it would make sense that Otto and Aemond cobbled them together and shoved them into the family portraits. I ended up really loving them, but they weren’t a big part of my original outline for 1968. 🙂

How would Io rate them based on her friendship with each of them?

Fosco is definitely #1; they connect on an emotional level that is deep but also largely unspoken. Ludwika is a close #2; she’s Io’s shopping buddy but also witty, supportive, and very feminist in her own way. And then Mimi is a distant #3. Io pities Mimi and feels loyalty to her as a fellow Targaryen, and goes out of her way to try to protect Mimi from her own self-destructive tendencies. But Io, as a collected and self-reliant person, also has difficulty understanding and dealing with someone as messy as Mimi. And of course, once Io realizes she is super into Aegon, that creates some one-sided resentment of Mimi!

Do you have a feeling of what happened after chapter 12? What is the ending you vaguely see with Aegon and Io? What about Aemond and Alys?

Where I end a fic is really the last clear image I see of the characters, so I sadly don’t have a lot of specifics to offer. What I do feel is that Io and Aegon have children of their own (like, several children, maybe even 5+ children) and Aegon is present for their early years in a way he wasn’t able to be for his kids with Mimi. Io is a stepmom to Aegon’s OG kids and has a good relationship with them, but she’s only really close with Cosmo.

I also sense that Aemond has basically no contact with Io or Aegon, which makes sense considering his abuse of Io and the lifelong fury Aegon would therefore have towards him. Aemond is happy with Alys and their son (as happy as someone like him is capable of being); he does the ex-president thing and settles into a largely ceremonial role and advises Democratic politicians, although he is not very friendly with President Reagan.

And then my wild theory is that a Daeron/John McCain ticket ends up winning the 2000 election and the War On Terror plays out completely differently!

And finally... 1968 seemed to pour from you like a fever dream. Does this mean something else might be coming to continue the Maggie's Suffering Sunday tradition?

1968 did seem to fly by, despite it being a longer fic at 12 chapters! I do have something planned for this Sunday... 😉 All I can say for now is that it is very weird, totally unexpected, and tonally a mashup of Comet Donati and When The World Is Crashing Down.

Does that seem impossible?? Think again 😏 I will be reblogging hints until Sunday! I hope you enjoy this new journey 🥰🐍

[crguang]

Do you think Shalom is also suitable for the violinist AU? I really love Shalom, but I can't imagine the scenario, will dig into that once I have free time. 2 days ago, I was scrolling my twitter and found an acc that posted something interesting regarding Shalom. That account said, as we look into Shalom's chat in the voice pack, she is afraid that we will leave her, but I don't quite understand why. This is potential. Hmm hmmm

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ran this by the Shalom Interpersonal Affairs council (sev) and we actually came up with a whole college of performing arts AU for ptn….. it’s kind of a rich university and shalom plays the cello in the school’s orchestra, she’s perfect when it comes to technique, memorization, finesse, things like that so she’s always been told her playing was perfect. on a technical standpoint, it is. the university is affiliated with paradeisos, with whom she’s obtained her scholarship from like one of those corporate scholarships. so she very much represents paradeisos and is repeatedly told to act like it. she’s calm, eloquent, a good listener and an overall sweet girl but the people around her don’t know her at all, shes very good at redirection and never shares too much of herself but ppl don’t really notice that she only makes them talk about themselves. she’s pretty studies focused and disinterested by romance, not because she doesn’t want to experience it but it just never happened for her. here comes the fun part hehe— R is a transfer student that gets here during the winter semester. they’re studying to be a conductor and they take that very seriously. people are surprised they were even able to work with the orchestra considering that inscriptions happen during the fall, and they dont look all that special. some of them probably make bets on how long they’ll last. turns out R is FREAKISHLY talented at like. hearing every single part of a harmony which makes them an insane conductor, and they’re not afraid to call out slackers who they think have no place in their orchestra. when shalom witnesses them in action for the first time it’s literally love at first sight— heart racing, fingertips trembling, she’s holding her breath and her eyes are wide kind of visceral reaction… she’s touched in a way nothing has touched her before. absolutely does not know what to do with herself. and when the orchestra performs for the first time with R as a witness, they zero in on her in particular. afterwards, they take her apart and tells her she sounds empty. there’s no soul in her art. it’s irritating. there are no emotions when she plays and they can hear it and they hate it.

im rambling but ughjhgjgjgg theyre so. theyre so good. shalom goes through a lot of firsts with R; first real connection, first fantasies, first person to see her for who she is, etc. it’s just cute… me when a character sees the world in brighter colors in the presence of another character 😵😵😵

for the orchestra members so far we’ve got: ariel on piano, eirene on violin, lamia on double bass, coquelic on viola, hamel on harp but she still dances cause i’d never do this to my baby, cassia clarinet, cabernet oboe… chelsea’s in there somehow but she has no instrument as of yet. and of course shalom on cello hehe. some of them frequently attend the zoya/bai yi/eleven/serpent band’s concerts when they perform in bars

i love this au a lot and its only like 2 weeks old… your asks always spark creativity i really love that 😭

forgot to mention but about the voice line— i would say chief is the only thing that connects shalom to her humanity/emotions, like she was “reborn” (not anew but rather re-became a version of how she was before) because of chief. they’re extremely important to her as the person who’s given her her freedom. she still struggles to see herself as more than a tool with a predestined end, and she also believes that chief’s end is destined in a similar way for what they represent, so she’s attached to them while trying to come to terms with the fact that they’ll die and she wont be able to do anything about it. in a way, outside of paradeisos, shalom has nothing but chief— in her point of view. she didnt expect rahu to stick by her bc she didnt think rahu cared. she probably doesnt expect a thing from christina either. so to me idk, it makes sense for her to want chief to stay by her side

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

Reposting yesterday's fic because I accidentally published the first, highly unedited draft... it's Fine

Also, it's now on AO3!

Raine had been counting down to the Day of Unity all year, had burned the number of days and hours remaining into their mind, but somehow, it still felt like they should have had more time. Headquarters was in chaos, people calling out over each other, the air a mess of requests and worries. A blessed, momentary silence occurred when Katya dropped her tambourine— only for the panic to double as she realized it left her without an instrument.

“Can you play the bell cittern?” Raine asked. At her nod, they wove their way through the crowd to the back of the room where the beds lay, the only truly peaceful corner, where Eda was sitting with Luz.

“Eda, I was wondering if I could borrow— why do you have a box of toenails?”

Luz gave a muted laugh. “She was using it to hide this,” she said, holding up a log of blue wood.

“And the mystery of who depleted the Bonesborough Garden Club’s precious stash is answered,” Raine said, casting an amused glance at Eda. She winked, and they quickly turned their gaze back to Luz. “What are you going to carve?”

“I… don’t know. Eda taught me the basics, but…”

She was quiet for almost a minute before Raine realized she wasn’t going to finish the sentence.

“So,” Eda said finally, “what was it you needed?”

“Oh— I was wondering if Katya could borrow your bell cittern. Her tambourine was a… casualty of rushed preparations.”

“I’d love to say yes, but I don’t have it on me. I was so busy grabbing my fabulous toenails from the Emperor’s stash of all my stuff that I didn’t have time to look for anything else, and obviously I can’t just summon it anymore.”

Raine drew a circle in the air, and the bell cittern fell into their arms. It was Eda’s turn to look away.

“Right. I forgot that you still remember its magical signature.”

“Of course I do.”

I never forgot you, they wanted to say. I’m sorry for making you believe that I did. I’m so glad you never really believed it.

But the Day of Unity was in two days. There was no time for distractions or regret, only what needed to be done.

“Could you give it to Katya and make sure she knows what she’s doing?” they asked instead. “She’s a talented musician, but any bard worth their bile sack would still benefit from your expertise.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Eda’s lips. “You got it.” To Luz, she added, “Give me a shout if you need me, all right?”

The young human nodded, not looking up from her wood. Raine had a million other things to do, a million questions to answer, but for reasons they couldn’t quite explain, they found themself perching beside her, taking the spot Eda had vacated.

“You know, Eda taught me how to carve my palisman, too. Her dad taught her a few months before our class was supposed to learn, and she couldn’t resist passing on the forbidden knowledge.” They said the words in a low, dramatic tone, and were rewarded with a faint smile. “It still took me a while to figure out what I wanted, though.”

“That’s my problem, too,” she sighed. “Your palisman is supposed to represent your future, but for the last month, I haven’t been able to think about anything beyond the Day of Unity. I have no idea what my future is supposed to look like… or my palisman.”

“I get that,” Raine said, the words coming out a little more bitterly than they intended. To soften them, they added quickly, “but Eda told me that you both know about the portal the emperor has in the skull. As soon as we defeat him, we’ll take control of it. We’ll be able to get you home.”

Tears welled in Luz’s eyes, but they didn’t look grateful or hopeful. Just sad.

“Luz?”

She wiped her eyes. “I want to go home. I do. I miss my mom so bad, but… she made me promise, the last time I saw her, that when I went back, I would stay there for good.”

“What? But… you have a family here. It sounds like you two love each other a lot. Why would she want to take that from you?”

“That’s not how she sees it,” Luz said quickly. “It’s just… things are different in the Human Realm. You can’t do magic, or tell anyone about magic, and if you disappear or get injured by like… detention monsters or plants with fangs, that’s not normal. That’s not something you can explain.” She shrugged. “I want to be with my mom. I know she loves me, and I love living with her. But… that would also mean I couldn’t be a witch. There are no human witches.” She laughed quietly. “Besides the one who’s trying to kill everyone, I guess. What I’m trying to say is, the Demon Realm and the Human Realm… they’re what my teachers would call mutually exclusive. I have to choose.”

“That sounds a lot like Belos’s thinking, you know.”

Luz flinched, and Raine tried to make their next words as gentle as possible. “I’m not trying to compare you to him. I’m just saying, this whole business of needing to choose sounds a lot like what he’s been telling us all these years. That we can only take one path. That works for some people. But there are lots of people who can never fit into it, and they shouldn’t be ignored.”

Luz’s expression didn’t change, and they tried again.

“When I was born, I was given a set of words to identify me that didn’t feel right. For a while, I thought that meant I should go the opposite route, but that didn’t feel good either. What finally made me feel settled was choosing not to choose. To just exist, without any expectations or labels that would make people feel like they knew who I was before I got the chance to tell them.”

That made Luz let out a long breath, and something seemed to loosen in her when she looked up at them. “I get that,” she said quietly. “In the Human Realm, they have a lot of rules. A lot of people think you should stick with the identity you were born with. Follow the role they lay out for you. Love the people they want you to love. And like you said, that works for some people, but it never really worked for me. Getting to come here, getting to be away from that, it was nice, but… I never fully belonged here, either.”

“But you made your own way,” Raine told her. “Eda explained about your talent with glyphs. You found your own magic. I’d bet the Human Realm could use some of that, too.” “Glyphs don’t work in the Human Realm.”

“They wouldn’t work without you either. You are the magic I was talking about, Luz. You’ve done so many impossible things during your time here. What’s one more?”

Finally, she gave them a real smile. “You know, I think you’re the first person I’ve met here who’s just as sappy as me.”

They winked. “I can tell we’re going to be good friends. But only if you come visit from time to time.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“That’s good enough for me.”

Luz released a shaky breath and turned back to the wood in her hands. “Could you… show me how to round the top? Eda went over it, but I want to make sure I get it right.”

“Of course. Round, huh? Are you carving a chicken?”

Luz laughed. “You know, that’s sort of close. I’m going to cave an egg.”

“An egg?”

“Yeah. I still don’t know what I want my future to look like… or theirs. But I want us both to be able to choose.” She waved a hand at the maps on the tables and the banners on the walls, at the assembled revolution. “That’s what this is all about, right?”

A sigh of their own escaped Raine, the words snapping a tension they’d carried for so long they’d almost forgotten it was there. “Right.”

Years of subversion and sacrifice had led up to this. Raine had lost things, people, and parts of themself that they could never get back, all in the hopes of winning a single battle. And now that that battle was finally approaching, they worried they’d done too much, or not enough, that they wouldn’t win, or that winning wouldn’t be worth the cost. But beyond all those regrets, all those fears, was the simple truth that in two days’ time, the people of the Isles would be able to choose a future for the first time in half a century. It was enough. It had to be.

Raine placed their hand over Luz’s, guiding her knife to the top of the log. “Shave the wood away from you,” they instructed, “until you get a gentle sort of slope.”

Luz clenched the wood and the knife so hard that her knuckles turned white, but she made the first cut. “Like this?”

It was wobbly, uneven, less a the start of a smooth egg and more the top of a swirling orb. It wasn’t the way Raine would have done it.

“That’s perfect.”

[celestie0]

Girl I was balls deep in my attempt to make fanart for u a couple months ago

Like I had the reference pictures collated and I sat my ass down and picked up an pencil with the intention of actually drawing something after ages

cause basically I became a lil sad cause I felt like I forgot to draw bc last year in school I took an external art subject and it didn’t occur to me that doing a hands on subject through distance study wasn’t the brightest idea

anyway that fucked me over and led to me dropping and taking up fucking legal studies 😭

Even though I’m a bit more STEM based I can still fw the wordy subjects but not this someone pls save me why am I being assessed on the bi cameral structure of parliament

saur yh I’m super lazy as is with anything so that situation just put me off drawing and art completely

congrats to me setting every world record for yip yapping and going off track

ummm yh for context it was like my 10th read through of the kickoff chapter 6 scene that compelled me to collate a bunch of reference pics that ranged from twitter smut comics to bathroom sinks and eventually I gave up because anatomy is a bitch

I changed into a dress with the same type of neckline I think reader was wearing bc of the way it tucks under her boobies and I was this close to just shamelessly positioning myself in front of the mirror to make my own references

then ofc I got distracted by a half baked portrait of Rose from titanic that I drew when I was like 15 and ended up drawing a two hour long remake of the same picture

only for my friend to tell me it looks like Mary Shelly’s ghost

Should I know who that is

To be fair it looked nothing like her but I mean it was an improvement from thinking all my ability just went poof and I drew better when I was 15

never the less I was somewhat disappointed with the product and I haven’t drawn since

wait I wanna show u actually lemme try

https://share.icloud.com/photos/0edTRG9Tb54pRh9Qe5unszRrg

the Mary Shelly in question

do these links work I’m scared I’m gonna accidentally leak personal details or my whole camera roll lol

also IM NOT AN ARTIST don’t judge me peeps I’m just a girl idek how to drive yet

I feel bad every time I send an ask I feel like I’m force feeding u Ellie babes u have the patience and commitment of a saint

also OMG IF YOU MADE ART FOR ANY OF MY FICS I’D SOB!!!!

I want to 😞🫶 but alas prospect of fanart from me will most likely never see the light of day

that crack scene in ihm was tempting tho everything u write is just so visual

♥️ mwah my gorgeous gorgeous writer wifey

hellooo my dear PLS the ramble of this ask is legendary and i found it very entertaining xD

ouuu the dress that reader wears in ch6 of kickoff is actually based on a dress that i own, here's some pictures of it!! i'm curious if the dress you have is similar!! but yea this is the official outfit reference hahah

looking at it now it's kind of a mild sweetheart neckline lol n yea def tucks under the boobs very nicely xd i was actually gonna sell it on depop a couple months ago when i did a closet cleanout but i was like nahhh i gotta keep it bc it inspired that scene

taking your OWN reference pictures sounds so badass. and its ok babe it's the thought that counts haha <3 i feel u about the losing passion/talent in art thooo aaa i used to draw too but ehh hobbies fizzle

ahh i can't see the cloud photos :(( but anywho thanks for the yap my dear!! i ate it up. also side note but i'm so glad my writing comes off visual to you!! i always worry there's not enough description in my scenes so that's reassuring to hear. much love!