#if i have to do the achievement to continue then i'll just wait until someone makes a walkthrough

[edmunderson]

finally got the griffon mount!! now i just need the warclaw and siege turtle

[twizzie-lairs]

My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 13)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |

Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

Part 13:

After practically being dragged by Vaggie back into the main lobby of the hotel with Alastor quietly humming behind the two of you, you were basically swarmed by Charlie, Angel, Husk and Nifty.

"WHERE WERE YOU? I was so scared!" Charlie barely manages to get out past the blubbering tears streaming down her face as she hugs you.

Angel examined your body with all of his arms, checking to make sure you were okay, "Geeze, toots, how'd you manage to survive that long against Smiles over there? I was sure you'd be dead meat!"

Husk gave you a glance up and down, "Glad you're alright. I'd hate to miss out on getting to know another drinking buddy." Husk glances over to Angel and grumbles under his breath, "You owe me $50."

"You were betting on if (y/n) was alive???" Vaggie groans, hands rubbing her face in exasperation.

Nifty is basically hyperventilating in your face, sniffing and examining your hair strand by strand, "Yup- still gross- EW!" Before she launches off your shoulders to go and do god knows what somewhere in some far corner of the hotel...

You let out a breathy chuckle, "I appreciate the concern... and the vote of confidence... Angel..." You give a sarcastic glare over in the spider's direction, earning a sheepish smile from Angel.

Taking Charlie's hands in your's, you take one of your hands to dry the tears from her eyes and say, "Charlie, you don't need to cry. You're such a sweet girl. I honestly can't thank you- and Vaggie-" you smile in Vaggie's direction before continuing, "- for saving my life and bringing me here to the Hazbin Hotel. I came here to find the love of my life- back from when I was alive. It's only been a few hours, yet you've already helped me fulfill the goal I've been trying to achieve for decades!"

Your words brought surprised looks upon Charlie, Angel, and Husk's faces.

Husk nearly dropped the glasses he was cleaning, "Uh.. Say what now?"

"Excuse me, but did you just say you found the love of your life... from when you were alive?? Who the hell-" Angel started to say before Alastor walked over put his hand on your shoulder,.

"Oh, you gotta be fuckin' kidding me." Husk interrupted Angel's sentence with the most deadpan yet exasperated voice he could muster.

"Wait... you mean... Freaky face has a fuckin' WIFE???" Angel yelled out in disbelief. "What the actual FUCK? I didn't think that guy was capable of love!"

"Ahem." Static noises became louder as Alastor glared in Angel's direction.

"Alright, alright, jesus, sorry! Husk, I need a drink."

"Already on it."

Meanwhile, Charlie just stood there as still as a statue from the shock. Until she suddenly started chuckling slowly, "Ah ha... hahaha... wait... really?" She brought her hands up to her mouth, trying to hide the huge grin that was slowly forming on her face.

You nodded, "Well, not quite wife haha... I was killed before he could propose..."

"Geeze, talk about grim.."

"Why, I do say that is quite enough from the peanut gallery!" Alastor piped up, menacingly twisting his head towards the bar where Angel and Husk were.

Charlie turned to Alastor, "How come you never mentioned you had someone special before?"

"Well my dear Charlie, I am a very private person, I do not often willingly divulge personal information about myself or my life back when I was alive."

"Oh." Charlie looked down at the ground dejectedly, thinking she was closer to Alastor than to be kept at such length still.

You patted Charlie's head, "Don't worry- I'll be happy to chat with you anytime! Though I don't know if you'll have fun hearing how I killed my husband- er- before Alastor. Maybe I'll have to settle for stories about my art career!" You chuckle smiling at her.

"Jesus, she IS crazy after all."

"Takes crazy to know crazy"

"Oh, shut up."

Charlie gasps, suddenly perking up, "Oh.. MY... GOSH!! Does this mean we get to host the very first wedding at our hotel??" She squeals and gives both you and Alastor the puppy-eye look.

You link your arm through Alastor's and look up at him with an inquisitive look.

"Ahaha! Why, if it is what my dear (y/n) desires, then that is what we shall do!"

You grin and bring your left hand up and hold it out to Charlie, "We already have the rings!"

Charlie blinks blankly and her mouth hangs open holding your hand to examine the ring on your hand. Vaggie leans over to look as well, "I honestly don't know I missed that..."

After staring at the ring for a while, Charlie smacks Vaggie's arm a bunch before squeezing her in a big embrace- the sounds of her squealing excitedly filled the room.

"WE HAVE A WEDDING TO PLAN!!!!!"

-> Part 14 - Final

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[dduane]

The first part of that last message got me curious -- given how long-running of a series YW is, how do you keep track of All That when writing a new entry? Copious amounts of notes? Re-reading the entire series backlog? Keeping a fully-functioning simulation of the entire YW universe running in your head with perfect accuracy? (only mostly joking with that last one)

And somewhat-relatedly, did you have any plan or idea when you started for how long YW would run? Or was it more of a "I'll keep writing about this universe until it stops churning out ideas," type of thing and that point just (very thankfully!) hasn't happened yet? I know for per-book purposes you're a proponent of outlining (I swear I'll try writing to one one day Q_Q) but do you also apply that to a series as a whole?

Let me take this backwards, as it may make more sense that way.

Particularly when doing series work, outlining is more vital than usual for me. (Which is saying a lot.) Some of the most basic reasons for this are laid out over here.

The simplest one, though, for series outlining, is logistical. Without having achieved a sense well in advance of what events (or effects of events) are going to be most formative or important (or both) for the characters in a series, you won't have allowed yourself time to think about them enough. And to fail to spend enough time on this is to cheat both yourself and the books in the series. (And your readership.)

If you're smart, you learn very early on that attempting to save time by shortchanging or omitting the planning stages is potentially profoundly destructive. You need to have a plan... and you need not to let anyone make you ashamed of needing one. Putting off your detailed character-interaction and event planning in the name of some magically occurring fit of inspiration, or theoretical bid toward creative spontaneity, will serve neither you nor your creation. You can throw "Hail Mary" passes all you like... but you'd better be damn sure there'll be someone in the end zone to receive. ...If not Herself.

...And just in case you're worried, your initial plans can be really loose! They don't have to jump out of your head full-formed like some local war goddess after somebody hits her dad in the head with an axe. The plan for the Middle Kingdoms books—after The Door Into Fire dumped me gasping by the side of the road and left me a few minutes to breathe—was nothing more than "Now that his boyfriend's finally upped the ante beyond all expectations, Freelorn finally gets off his feckless Would-Be Robin Hood shit and gets to work becoming king." I then spent the next decade thinking purposefully about how that was going to happen, and writing the second book in the series—while sufficiently working out the fine details of the climax (and beyond) to then be able to get busy executing the third book. Even though there was a change of publishers between the beginning of that series and the end of it, the basic dead-simple MK plan from a very early stage quickly became detailed and robust enough (because the series was short enough) to withstand the change. Not least because I'd been thinking about it in a general way since the early 1970s... and continue to do so, pretty much daily. The Door Into Starlight is still hanging fire...

YW has been a different story���quite literally—because the only plan extant at the start of things was, "Everybody slowly gets older (and slowly closer)." I always knew there were going to be more than the original three: there was way too much interesting ground to cover to just stop with those. (I've never yet succeeded in finding out who started the rumor that there were only going to be three books. Over time it's become one of those things you just shrug at and move on.)

(Adding a break here, because this does go on a bit. Caution: contains publishing skullduggery, plans ganging aft agley, approximate word counts, software recommendations, and value judgments.)

("Now wait just one minute. 'Feckless would-be Robin Hood shit'? Can she just say that??")

The circumstances surrounding the writing of Deep Wizardry and High Wizardry, though, made it plain to me that I was not going to be at the then-publisher (Dell) all that much longer. By the time HW came out, they were already starting to pull away from midlist books and authors in order to spend that part of the budget on best-sellers... so it became plain to me that attempting to construct a long arc with/at that publisher would have been folly. Because who could be sure what was going to happen next, and blow everything I'd built to smithereens?

Sure enough, when I finished A Wizard Abroad, Dell declined to pick it up (even though the books had been selling steadily and increasingly strongly in paperback). This annoying validation of my concerns—and my shiny new agent's—made it plain to me that further books in the series were going to need to be thematically driven, rather than mostly character-event-driven, and almost entirely capable of being taken as standalones. Any long arc was going to have to be one that could be suspended, or reworked, with little warning. Because what happens to you once, in publishing, doesn't at all mean you're immune to it after that.

It wasn't until the YW books were picked up by Harcourt in the mid-90s, with a strong editorial team behind them, that I felt confident enough to start building longer-arc material into the books, beginning with the arc that kicks off in The Wizard's Dilemma and more or less completes in Wizard's Holiday and Wizards At War. There is a secondary (and I assume, generally less obvious) arc that picks up material still unhandled in the "War Arc," and deals with it in A Wizard of Mars and Games Wizards Play. But plans for those stories' management were already nailed down in electrons as soon as 2001, because I had made some early choices about where I was going with the characters and their situations; and as new books came out, my editors agreed with me that the choices had been sound, and should remain.

I'll say this only because I've said it before: there is one piece of business planted in So You Want To Be A Wizard that has never been explicitly dealt with/followed up on in any of the books, and is at the core of YW #11. For the moment, it's safest merely to say that I do not willingly leave loose ends hanging. Beyond that, I'll leave you all to your own deductions.

...Now. How do I keep track of all this stuff? (The urge to mutter "With great difficulty" and run off into the wings is strong. But never mind.) :)

The question's fair, as there's a million-plus words' worth of it in the series at the moment. ...Mostly my guide remains the books themselves, in ebook form (in their NME versions. If I need to, I refer back to the traditionally published versions as necessary). I normally have a general memory of where a given event happens or where a given issue comes up for handling. I then pull that copy of the ebook(s) in question, and do a search on various useful target phrases until I find what I'm after, and where it leads.

For new work, or stuff not yet committed to what passes for canon, I do have lots of notes. Some of them are actually out in public, at the currently-being-revised Errantry Concordance (though they're not in any form that anyone but me will recognize). Others are tucked away in the notes sections of pertinent Scrivener files—this being one of the most valuable things about Scrivener, as far as I'm concerned: the ability to store project notes in the project itself as opposed to "all over the damn place." Others yet are in my iPad, as either typing or dictation, and get transferred to other files/formats as necessary.

But the very first thing that happens, when a new work comes into train, is an outline. Sometimes a hilariously simple one, sometimes one with more detail in the middle than at the beginning or the end. Doesn't matter what shape it starts in. All notes, scraps, prose chunks, random thoughts, and midnight cogitations, get slotted into place in this until it's ready to be organized and sent off to an editor. And this outline—no matter how fragmentary or how polished—remains ready to hand at all times until I've finished with correcting the book's ARC and am looking at the release date.

And then I zip it up and put it away where I can find it later if I need to... because some other plan, still in the building stages, may need something in that one that never happened, but now has its chance. Because in YW, as everywhere else in my work, it's so often about the things that have always almost happened... until they do.

...Anyway: HTH!

[cosmiccardistry]

Advice You Need To Hear Right Now

(Minors DNI + DNF!) Hello everyone, it's Cosmic or Card! Today, I'm doing a relatively simple, but needed tarot reading - one that pertains to, 'Advice You Need To Hear Right Now'! There are three colors to choose from: 'Pile One' will be blue, 'Pile Two' will be green, and 'Pile Three' will be red. When choosing a pile, look at the colors. Truly take them in. After that, shut your eyes. Breathe in and out until you feel calm - almost empty. Once you are relaxed, allow the color corresponding to the pile you're meant to engage with to appear within your mind. DISCLAIMER: I am a novice tarot reader. So, I do not intend for people to take my reads one hundred percent seriously! Also, this is a collective tarot reading. I am not reading your specific energy alone. As a result, it is unlikely that everything in your chosen pile will apply to you. Be discerning and use your own intuition! ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

PILE ONE

Shufflemancy/Channeled Song(s) : I'll Try Anything Once - The Strokes, The Less I Know The Better - Tame Impala, Borderline - Tame Impala, Jingle Bell Rock - Bobby Helms, Canned Heat - Jamiroquai Words/Sentences/Phrases/Numbers That Came To Mind : "I fucking love Tame Impala, man - did you know that it's just one guy?", 555, banana, minions, bwah, rabbids First Four Cards From Deck #1 : Seven of Cups (Rx), King of Pentacles, Ace of Cups, Ten of Wands (Rx) First Four Clarifying Cards From Deck #2 : The Fool (Rx) (Clar. 7oC - Rx), The Sun (Clar. KoP), The Hermit (Rx) (Clar. 1oC), Nine of Wands (Clar. 10ofW - Rx) You really believe in something. You are deeply committed to whatever this "something" is. It could be a relationship, career, goal, idea, or something else entirely - however, what it is matters little. This commitment you are making is not as positive as you seem to believe it is. It is a negative situation pretending to be otherwise. The foundation you are currently focusing on - regarding this "something" you deeply believe in, despite all the red flags - is simply waiting to crumble. It's waiting to crumble because it's not meant for you. A good commitment, worthy of belief, does not make you feel extremely exhausted, or sap you of the passionate energy you wish to pour into something or someone. In fact, it is meant to do the opposite of all those things, Pile One. You have many options and opportunities, whether you see them or not. You could be putting your time and energy into many other and healthier things, but you don't... why? I think you understand, deep down, in all your wisdom, that you should commit yourself to things that make you truly happy - energies and opportunities that heal your heart, rather than break it further, but... you continue to ignore your inner wisdom. You ignore your inner wisdom in favor of continuing karmic cycle after karmic cycle with... whatever this commitment is. You might even become annoyed when the Divine tries to give you other, more emotionally fulfilling, opportunities in favor of pretending to be happy. The thing is, though, you could actually be happy! You would just have to do the work (which is easier said than done, I know - but still)! And there is an outright refusal to do the work, here - to heal the wounds that keep you in these karmic cycles. Your advice is to drop the swords - the defensiveness - against the help your spiritual team is trying to give you, Pile One. Not only that but drop the commitments that continuously hurt you in favor of... taking a leap toward happiness instead. Genuine happiness, I mean - not the kind of faux happiness you've convinced yourself you have, but the actual stuff! Head toward the future and away from the past, focus on healing yourself with the assistance of those around you (physical and/or spiritual), and you will achieve honest-to-God contentment. Thank you for reading, Pile One! And take care of yourself! :-) ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

PILE TWO (TW)

Shufflemancy/Channeled Song(s) : Kiss Me, Son of God - They Might Be Giants, Rose Blood - Mazzy Star, Fade Into You - Mazzy Star, Video Games - Lana Del Rey Words/Sentences/Phrases/Numbers That Came To Mind : Election, death, pass away, "play stupid games, win stupid prizes", president, precedent First Four Cards From Deck #1 : Two of Swords (Rx), Eight of Wands (Rx), Page of Wands (Rx), Queen of Wands (Rx) First Four Clarifying Cards From Deck #2 : Page of Pentacles (Clar. 2oS - Rx), Eight of Swords (Rx) (Clar. 8oW - Rx), Ten of Cups (Clar. PoW - Rx), The Moon (Clar. QoW - Rx) Pile Two, I am going to be as kind to you as possible. Namely, because it seems like you need that kindness right now. You've been going through a rough time lately... haven't you? I immediately started feeling sad when I began reading for you. I'm here to tell you that it's okay. Everything is going to be alright, no matter what happens next. You'll get through this. There is always an upside to every negative situation we face, even if that upside is hard to see in the heat of the moment. You might not know what to do with yourself. You might feel like you have no sense of direction, at the moment. You had all these plans and ideas, but... now - all of a sudden - they don't seem to matter. That being said, though, they do still matter. Your wants, hopes, and dreams will always be worth considering and fighting for - even if the world around you suggests otherwise. You are not meant to forgo your passions - not in this lifetime, not ever. Things might be moving slowly, but they are still moving nonetheless. You aren't trapped. Everything is not falling apart. You are not unmendable - and your life is not, either. The sadness and anxiety you feel are clouding your judgment right now. You have more opportunities for happiness than you, currently, think you do. For instance, you have many people who love you. They love you, whether they are around you physically or not. Don't push everyone away in favor of being alone. Embrace your loved ones - family, friend(s), romantic partner(s), pet(s), spiritual guides, ancestors - they want to be here for you in this trying, emotional time. Please, allow them to be. Get tarot cards for yourself, if you don't have them already - lean further into spirituality. Lean on the shoulders of the bright, unseen spiritual beings who love, guide, and protect you. On the other side of all this anguish, there is sunlight. There is justice and peace. There is victory and stability. Life is a constant cycle - you suffer the lows, so you can experience the highs again. I only ask that you prepare to see those highs, Pile Two. If we are not open to seeing the blessings as blessings, they pass us by without notice - prolonging our suffering. Consider noticing the small things—the little positives that make life worth living. It may be difficult to do, especially if you're dealing with mental illness, but it does make a difference. Not only that, but it becomes easier with time. You could also try twisting consistent, reoccurring, negative thoughts you have into positive ones! I know this seems like such a cop-out, but it does work! You will have negative thoughts no matter what; we all have them. Don't make it your job to force positivity onto every "bad thought" you have. I'm only suggesting that, if you notice a particular, negative thought process returning repeatedly, turn it on its head. It works and, again, it is something that gets easier to do with time. As a final bit of advice for you, Pile Two, get involved in something that will give its energy back to you. This could be a hobby. Anything. Involve yourself in something that brings you some semblance of happiness, is healthy, and lets you put your worries on the backburner for a while. Therapy could definitely be of use, too - if available to you! Oh, oh, and here are two lists of crisis prevention hotlines - if you need them: (x) (x) Aside from all that, I hope you feel better, Pile Two, and that you have a good one! :-) Thank you for reading!

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PILE THREE

Shufflemancy/Channeled Song(s) : What Makes You Beautiful - One Direction, Just Dance - Lady Gaga, Spectronizer - Sentai Express, Sticky - Tyler, The Creator, Balloon - Tyler, The Creator Words/Sentences/Phrases/Numbers That Came To Mind : "I'm/You're insecure", Just Dance (the video game series), childhood, remember, internet, Justice (the clothing store), brick wall, things, thingies, trombone, trumpet, band, violin, orchestra, balloons, Animal Crossing First Four Cards From Deck #1 : King of Pentacles, Ace of Cups (Rx), Six of Cups, Nine of Cups (Rx) First Four Clarifying Cards From Deck #2 : Queen of Pentacles (Rx) (Clar. KoP), Justice (Clar. AoC - Rx), Ace of Wands (Clar. 6oC), Knight of Cups (Rx) (Clar. 9oC - Rx) You may have been feeling incredibly stuck recently. Particularly when regarding your career, finances, and goals. Either that or you believe that gaining more stability - financial or otherwise - will keep you from becoming stuck. If your heart isn't involved in the process, though, that is unlikely to be true. I say this all the time, but follow what you are passionate about and stability will come after the fact. The last time you followed your heart, however, may be cemented in your mind as a negative experience. Whatever happened has caused you to internalize an immense amount of heartbreak. It could have been anything - a bad relationship, a terrible job, an abusive home life - it doesn't matter. You were taught not to follow your heart and intuition as a result of what happened regardless. You need to break free from the trauma and suffering you have dealt with in the past, Pile Three. It's holding you back and keeping you from the stability you long for. This, also, could have even been a wounding that occurred in childhood because I keep occasionally thinking of different things that remind me of my own childhood. Me thinking of my own childhood makes me also believe, that - maybe - you finding ways to connect to your inner child could be helpful, here. You may believe that avoiding others and their assistance is best for you, but it really isn't - not when it comes to healing, anyway. In fact, by avoiding others, being judgmental, and pushing kind people who only want to help away, you are screwing yourself over. You are clearly not content with the past, so - again - release it! Easier said than done, definitely, but it can be done, Pile Three. By releasing and moving forward toward the future with an open mind, things will become so much easier and you'll actually get what you want. Stuff will actually start moving in the present when you release opportunities and ideas from the past that weren't meant for you. You have a future to enjoy, and you have a current moment to thrive in - don't let the past take anything more from you. You have everything you need, currently, to lead a fulfilling life - even if it may not seem so. You simply need to inspect things differently, with a fresh set of eyes, and you will see that fact. It is difficult to flip your perspective so abruptly, so be kind to yourself while you're working through any negative thought processes you may have, or past traumas that still haunt you. Resilience and strength will be instrumental, at this time - if you do choose to put the work into healing what still pains you and holds you back. However, I do believe you have what it takes to heal, Pile Three! I genuinely do! I wish you the best of luck on your journey, and I thank you for reading! :-)

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[sunnyferr]

"The characters from Naruto realizing they're in love."

Hello, this is my first headcanon! Please bear with me as I'm not very fluent in English, but I'll do my best <3

Characters: Naruto, Sasuke and Shikamaru

The first thoughts towards you were something like "She's too nice of a girl!" because you were kind and quite fun, to be honest! I spent most of my time with you. If we weren't training, we were eating ramen at Ichiraku, and if we weren't eating, we were bothering Tsunade or Sakura.

Spending time with you became a habit in our afternoons, mornings, and nights. There were times when you went on missions for almost a whole week. Strangely, I felt empty without you. After all, you were my teammate and best friend, right?

Well... not entirely. I loved you, but I just thought it was another teenage crush like the one with Sakura. But it wasn't really like that. I felt a connection for a long time. The fear of rejection was the real issue...

The day I accepted loving you was the day you almost lost your life facing some ninjas from the Sound Village. You came back badly wounded. Seeing that scene, I felt something break inside me. I didn't want to see you harmed, I wanted to protect you.

When you came out of the hospital, with your hands bandaged and a few scratches here and there, I was waiting for you at the door. Upon seeing me, you asked what I was doing there. I invited you to eat ramen, thinking it would ease any pain you were feeling at that moment. We walked slowly to Ichiraku, sat down, and ate almost until bursting. Both of us satisfied, you put money on the table, but I placed a sum higher than yours. You looked at me strangely, "I'll pay, y/n-chan..." You vehemently refused, trying to pay yourself. Ichiraku and its daughter watched amusedly, the argument was small, like when we argued as kids. After some back and forth, we split the bill evenly, and we left the food stall. I walked you home, we talked about everything, but little by little I felt our hands brushing more than usual. Suddenly, I stopped and stood in front of you, uttering the words that had been longing to come out of my mouth.

"These past few days have been the best since you've been with me. I would like to always be by your side... I ask you, please, to be my girl until the end of time. I promise I'll always protect you! Dattebayo!"

Quite challenging, honestly. He's like a stone, shows you NOTHING, I'd even believe a stone could show more affection than him. The first thought he had of you was a 'hmph...' and NOTHING ELSE.

But that changes when he sees you train. He sees you as a strong and powerful woman, trying to move forward and continue training with a fixed goal in mind. He adores that his partner has a fixed goal and strives to achieve it (as he does, actually).

He wants a partner who fights alongside him, not someone he has to rescue from every problem they encounter. And when he noticed how independent and resourceful you were, he fell for you like nobody else.

At first, it was hard for him to accept that he was utterly lost in your presence as the Alpha Female, given that his pride is bigger than his body. But he wanted you to be with him as his future wife and to restore the clan with you (😏).

He took you by surprise, seeing him at the window of your house, leaning on the frame. The moonlight illuminated the room, and the curtains danced in an infinite seeming dance. Sasuke had left the village a long time ago, but he visited you almost every day, and you never knew the exact reason, but you almost expected him every day. 'What are you doing here? I thought you had an important mission tonight!' you said, snapping out of the surprise that the dark-haired boy had given you. He stepped away from the window frame and approached you slowly, taking your hands delicately. His hands were very cold compared to yours, which radiated a warm embrace. He sighed and spat out the words that had been stuck in his chest:

"I need to be by your side. It makes me feel calm with myself. Right now, I'm giving you the opportunity to escape together and restore my clan... both of us, together."

(my baby❤️)

He is the true "mastermind" (Taylor reference). Since he realized his love for you, he began to play with your mind little by little so that you would fall into his love trap.

I know he seems like a lazy guy who doesn't care about anything (which he actually is), but when he felt the direct hit to his heart, he realized he couldn't let you slip away from him.

"How annoying you are, I guess I'll have to accompany you so you don't get lost, right?" It seems like you're forcing him to accompany you, right? NO, he indirectly offered to take you to Training Ground Number 5 (even though you knew perfectly well where it was).

He would make all the dominoes fall perfectly in his favor, and he knew that you also felt something strong for him (Ino, the gossip, never tell him about your loves again).

You arrived at the gates of the village; you had been away for a few days on an important mission, with an important scroll in your hands. At the entrance, the boy with eyes as dark as night was waiting for you. He greeted you as usual, teasing you about being too slow. He always made silly jokes because he knew it annoyed you a little, but it was funny to see you like that. He offered to carry the scroll together, and you accepted. You walked together to the Hokage's tower, and before entering Tsunade's office, a hand on your wrist stopped you.

"Lately... you've been more annoying than usual... you never leave my mind, and the clouds I see every day. I need to confess to you that I don't want you to be just annoying in my dreams, but also by my side. What do you say?"

[sawyerconfort]

dancing with the devil | verna x reader

I'm back!!!

this one is just a spooky season special, as I've been away for all these days and haven't done one yet, I thought it would be cool to do it now!

this oneshot comes a lot from my obsession with Mike Flanagan's work, which even led me to watch The Fall of the House of Usher recently.

and, of course, it also comes from my obsession with Carla Gugino.

so, I hope you like it!

late requests coming out soon, so stay tuned!

enjoy!

requests open, but please be patient with me.

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PROMPT: It's New Year's Eve, and you find yourself in a bar, completely alone, with no one to give you the good luck's kiss. But a mysterious new barista catches your eye, and she could be your salvation, if only she didn't hide so many secrets.

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You weren't one to complain, but it had been a pretty horrible year.

People generally await the New Year with a lot of ambition, full of resolutions, glamorous plans and self-centered achievements. But you do not.

You just wanted the next one to be better.

As if the miserable conditions you were experiencing at Fortunato were not enough, not being paid enough for the effort you made, sitting at the reception desk at the behest of the great Rufus Griswold - who did nothing except try to harass you in every way -, in a routine exhausting where you could never sleep properly, you still had your parents, and the terrible relationship you had with them.

So, when you sat at that bar, at the lonely counter, all you thought about was stuffing yourself until you pass out, hoping for a counting miracle. Some people were getting along well when you arrived, and others were giving you side-eye, but with the thought that you were less attractive to them, you decided that the counter would be the best option.

Suddenly, those eyes that looked yellow from afar fell on you, and the figure that carried them turned around, with a subtle smile.

"I see someone needs a drink, hm?"

You looked at her, and shrugged, before answering. "Just today. I can't drink, I still have work tomorrow."

She continued to smile, and you had the slight impression that her eyes had returned to their normal color. Clear, deep and very eye-catching. But it could just be the impression, because you were too exhausted to make sense.

"Ah, I understand. Just a minute, I'll prepare something relaxing for you, miss…"

"(Y\N)."

She nodded, turning away and concentrating on preparing whatever the drink was. Like I said before, you were too tired to care about what drink you were going to drink. If you could just get to New Year with something in your throat, that would be a good idea.

After minutes that felt like seconds of waiting, the barista turned to you, two shiny glass cups in her hands. She was still smiling subtly as she slid your glass and turned hers in her other hand.

She served you with the same smile, and then looked at you. "It's funny, I can see there's something wrong with you... Something that's stopping you from celebrating tonight."

You looked back at her, frowning, and sighing afterwards.

"It's true, it was... It wasn't a very good year", you commented, feeling terrible for venting to a stranger. "But the year ahead will be better, I know that."

"And why is that? Why was it so bad?"

"My boss, my work... everything makes me exhausted... and not having anyone to talk to is really bad at these moments...", You took a sip. "Um, that's great, is it Merlot?"

"It's Merlot, but it's not one of the best...", the barista said, tapping her glass still. "I've seen and experienced better, around the world."

"Have you been around the world?", you asked, unable to resist your curiosity. She smiled and nodded. "Where did you go? On that expedition?"

"I've been there too, but not just on this occasion", she said, and suddenly stopped, as if she were saying too much. "You know, it's interesting, being on the other side. Sometimes it's tiring, it breaks my heart, but... It's good, there are things there that are worth the effort."

You were more intrigued. She didn't look like the type of person who would travel around the world, wearing black clothes and a gothic look, as if she wanted to hide on purpose. Generally, these trips are made for people who want to be seen, above all else in the world.

"What are you talking about, exactly?"

"Have you ever had a dream... a desire... a deep, hidden desire that no one has ever fulfilled, and that you yourself didn't imagine you could achieve?", she looked at you with the same curiosity as you. "I'm like... A dream maker. I go on these trips just for that..."

You frowned, still not understanding, but took another sip to hide it, nodding.

"Are you the personification of the genie in the lamp?"

She laughed. "Ah, I would like to, but no. It would be a lot of ego on my part, but I would say that I'm better than him", she laughed. "Verna is my name, but the name never makes that much of a difference to me."

“Different name, never heard it before,” you said, drinking again. "Are you from here?"

"I'm from nowhere. I'm everywhere, at all times... it's strange, I know, but it makes sense to me."

You nodded, finding it strange. And then, he found it even stranger when she helped herself to the Merlot on the counter and drank some. She smiled at you, still tapping the glass.

"But what about you, (Y/N)? Do you have any desires that you thought would be unrealizable, unattainable? Please be honest with me."

You opened your mouth, and then thought a little. "No. I think I'm happy this way. Except for a few little things that I would change here and there..."

She softened her gaze and took a sip, her clear eyes suddenly yellowed again and wide, fixed on you. "What kind?"

“Like, my boss giving me the justice I deserve, and stop hitting on me,” you laughed, drinking the last sip and pouring yourself again. "Not much."

"Your boss is too terrible for you, (Y/N)," Verna replied, smiling. "Don't ask me how I know this, but I do. One day someone will show him what's really good, don't worry."

You frowned. "You seem so sure, are you some kind of psychic?"

She laughed. "No. I would like to be, but no. I... I see people's possibilities. And that's it. I help them based on the possibilities."

She stared at you again, and looked away at the TV, where the ball was falling on the screen in Times Square.

"Oh, it looks like it's almost time," she whispered, laughing. "Your year is going to be great, (Y/N), I'll make sure of that."

“You…” you started, but she shushed you, smiling.

"You just have to make a deal with me."

"What kind of deal?"

Verna thought for a while, and then smiled. "Wow, you seem so sure..."

She was mocking you, of course, you realized right away, and with a muffled laugh, you glanced back at the TV, hearing people echoing a countdown. The ball finally reached its destination, and you turned around, seeing Verna's yellow eyes glued to yours again. She suddenly leaned over and stole a peck from you, taking a little too long to pull away.

“Was that your deal?”, you whispered, smiling mischievously. Verna took a moment to open her eyes and then tilted her head, as if agreeing.

She thought for a while and then finally said, her voice low, slowly close to your ear, as if she wanted to seduce or bewitch you. She had one of the softest voices you'd ever heard, and apparently she knew how to use it.

"Actually, it was a plan to find out if you were trustworthy, if you were innocent enough to accept my deal…", she whispered. "And because I know, deep down, that what you wanted most was to be kissed on New Year's Eve, my sweet client."

You trailed off, looking at her, getting lost in the soft expression on her pale face. Suddenly, an impulsive idea occurred to you, and you leaned in again, kissing her, this time with more intensity. When you touched her hair, behind the back of her head, you had the impression that it melted at the touch, as if Verna were just an illusion, as if she were the literal cosmic dust from which human beings possibly emerged.

However, the kiss didn't last long. She pushed you away with her feather-light hands, and to the naked eye, it looked like it was just a breeze of wind stopping you both. She touched your face, running her fingers lightly across your cheek as she whispered:

"We can't do that right now, (Y\N). I'm afraid you're not sober enough, and it wouldn't be wise for me to take advantage of this."

You looked at it for a moment and realized it made sense. But she had kissed you first, so it was clearly just an excuse, as always happened. You started to wonder if your kiss was that bad.

"But, Verna…"

"Please, darling. I'm trying to be reasonable. Like I said, I work with possibilities, and the possibility of us working out is less than zero. Don't get me wrong, it's just in case…", she hesitated. "Condemning pure-souled humans to my cruel and inevitable fate wouldn't be extremely political of me."

You sighed, and gave her the space she needed, even though you couldn't take your eyes off her. Verna was the same, and you could feel that, despite what it seemed like, that moment you shared wasn't just fun, much less just a New Year's kiss.

Verna poured you the rest of the Merlot and, with the same soft expression, touched your face again. This time, her voice was clear, and in a moment of vulnerability, she made it more than explicit that she wasn't lying when she said:

"But we'll still meet, (Y\N)," she whispered, her fingers again like soft feathers touching his skin. "Our deal may not have been sealed, but you've proven enough innocence and courage to convince me that you're capable of this. You'll have a great new job, I promise, and your boss will never bother you again."

She nodded, and you allowed yourself to nod too, so confused that you definitely didn't know what to believe anymore. There was a little devil on your shoulder urging you to try again, and there was another devil, right in front of you, who would be harder to convince than you expected.

"And of course, you will have my full protection," Verna whispered, smiling. "I'm not going to promise you eternal life, because that would be impossible even for someone like me. But I promise, and I need you to believe me on this one, I promise that I will move mountains so no one will hurt you again."

You smiled, and drank the last sip. Suddenly, another impulse. This time, a question, instead of an action.

"What are you? An angel? A genie without a lamp? A tempting devil who seeks souls and deals?"

Verna smiled, and simply looked away at her glass again, magically empty. "I already told you. I'm nothing, I don't have a life. I'm just what your mind wants me to be."

You were confused, but suddenly, a memory hit you hard. When you looked at Verna, it was as if she already knew.

"I really need to go. My mom will be furious if I get home late, even on New Year's..."

She nodded. "Please don't take any chances. This part, I won't be able to protect you."

You laughed, stood up and slid out the only dollar bill you had. Verna looked at the ballot, he turned it around and handed it back to you, denying it.

"No need. The bill is already paid."

"What?"

"Please don't insist. I insist."

You looked at her, shrugged, and frowned, suddenly realizing that maybe it was for the best. She kept watching you, until you left, and as soon as you turned outside, on the street, you noticed who had just walked through a solid wall.

The bar was gone.

And she was gone too.

Even more confused - and blaming the drink -, you put your hands in your pockets to protect yourself, and walked back home, into the daylight. As soon as you crossed the street, however, another very curious thing caught your attention.

There was a raven, standing still, resting on a post. It was just any raven, but it was a raven, and it looked down at you. Suddenly, you had the impression that he had winked at you.

"What nonsense. Ravens don't blink," you whispered to yourself, looking at the raven again. He remained there, standing still, as if he hadn't even noticed you. Deciding to ignore that crazy night, you turned around.

As you disappeared down the street, you whispered to yourself once again.

"Ravens don't blink."

Oh, but if you only knew that they do more than blink... If you only knew...

[akixa]

Dearie || Lookism

Part 1&2: ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪ ⊹

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪ ⊹Part 3

Once she finally arrives at the house, she stumbles into the living room, dropping her bag on the sofa as she sits on the floor and pulls out the phone, pen, and paper to take down some information on that phone. She let out a long sigh and proceeded to open the phone, go to the music app, and then open the voice recordings. Some of them almost reach 1 hour, while others are 20 minutes. She clicked the shortest one as she maxed out the volume of the phone until she heard a muffled noise and people talking behind her.

"What the heck are you doing?" A sudden man's voice was heard. She leans her ears to the phone closer.

"Nothing, hun; Goo told me to do this before everything went to a mess. You know, for memories proposes." She let out a small gasp when she heard a woman's voice. It was a sweet and soothing spokesperson, but somehow it almost sounded like hers. She feels like she has delusions, but she keeps listening.

"Don't worry, everything will be handled under my hands. If everything goes downhill, I'll make sure to protect you whatever it takes."

"Eh? You sound like I might die on someone other than your hand."

"I'll make sure you won't die, ok?" The audio cut off the man, making her disappointed as she proceeded to write the mentioned name a minute ago.

Note:

1.Goo. (random man who got mentioned)

After that, she listened to another voice recording, but this time there was yelling and shouting in the background. Most prominently, a person recording on the phone could be heard gasping for air and the sound of running away from something or somebody. As the background noises slowly faded, she caught a whisper from the woman she had heard a minute ago, prompting her to hold the phone to her ears and listen attentively.

"H-hey... Hun if you ever get this record I might be gone for good. But... I can still go back somehow so d-don't worry I'll be in your arms again. So, wait for me my dear...*BEEP*"

She looks over the phone with shaky hands as she puts the phone down on the floor and lets out a disbelieving sigh at what she heard. She wants to assume that the woman is already dead but same time the woman might be still alive and just hiding in thin air that no one can't find. She took the paper again and wrote it down.

Later, she continued to listen and analyze whatever happened behind the voice records. She is lowkey proud of herself for what she's doing. She looks at the paper.

Note:

1. Goo. (random man who got mentioned)pretty 

2. lady - dead or alive?

3. They have a cat!?

4. "hun" must be the husband or boyfriend of the pretty lady.

5. Old chairman with one arm?

6. Jakeyand Sammy might be brothers or not.

7. An affliate what?

8. The promises of the pretty lady and the hun.

9. money is everything ago.

10. Does the pretty lady hate one-arm daughter?

Everything is still not clear to her. What is her task to do anyway? Does she need to investigate this pretty lady's situation and then find out everything? Then what? What will she achieve if she completes it? Will she go back to her "world"? She shook her head, stopping all the questions in her mind, but she decided to find out everything on the pretty lady's side and leave it alone once she knew it all.

She closed the phone on the sofa and went upstairs to the bedroom to change her uniform to comfortable clothes. While she was changing her outfit, she heard noises downstairs. She hurriedly got out of the bedroom and headed downstairs again. When she arrived, she noticed the paper was ripped into pieces and the phone was on the floor. She looked around to see if anybody was in the house but she didn't see any traces that someone or something is in the house too.

"Anybody there?! Come out I won't bite!" She shouts and receives silence until she hears something under the sofa, she goes to the kitchen and quickly grabs the frying pan then goes back to the living room. Holding it tightly as she kneeled down in front of the sofa and slowly looked down underneath the sofa and saw nothing but dark. She looks closer till two white glowing pupils suddenly show up making her scream and walk away from the sofa. It crawls away from the sofa and shows itself. 

"oh... a cat? how did you even get in here?" She was shocked when a random cat showed up suddenly, which got her off guard. She looks closely at the cat and notices there is a scar between the cat's eyes, she walks towards it and picks up the cat to her arm.

"Now tell me how did you get here and how you have that scar on your face kitty?" She asks the cat even though the cat can't even speak human language, she is still concerned and curious at the same time. The cat just meowed at her and then looked at the open window.

"It seems I forgot to close that... Since you were in my house without a collar, you're mine now hehe" She let out a giggle and hugged the cat gently in her arms. She even forgot the ripped paper too but well the cat made her amnesia. She grabbed the phone from the floor and took a selfie with the cat then she asked herself what she should name the cat.

˚ʚNext Dayɞ˚

Time seemed to fly by quickly. Today was the school festival at J-high. In honor of the festival, the teacher allowed students to dress casually as long as it was appropriate. She opted for a white shirt paired with a black pencil skirt, striking the perfect balance between casual and semi-formal. Each department was competing to make the most profit, vying for the title of the best department and the accompanying reward. She first observed Zack engaging in a boxing match, showcasing his profit-making skills against other students who were up for the challenge. Afterwards, she visited the beauty department and was surprised to find only a male student in charge with the help of the girls in his department.

"Why does he look like a unicorn with that hair..." She whispered to herself as she observed whatever he was doing until the guy just made one student bald- ok bye. That was a terrible haircut. She quickly walked away from the beauty department and headed to the architecture department.

Sweat dropped from her face as she looked in front of her. A water bomb stands with Vasco and others face with it. Vasco was smiling at her while Jace was right next to him looking at her to help him make his profit. She let out a sigh and went to the guy as a cashier paid and gave her balloons with water inside, then walked toward them but not so close yet not so far. She throws the ballons at them and they feel relief and smile at her feeling blessed since she's the first person who splashed them with a water bomb.

Vasco locks a gaze at her as she finishes throwing them a water bomb. Leaving Vasco shed tears on his face while Jace comforts him cheering that architecture depart have 1 point finally! Thirdly, she went to the baking department and bought a lot of bread, cupcakes, and other sweets they baked. rip wallet. She feels satisfied after eating some of it, making the baking department get 5 stars for good baking, on the way she notices the crowd in front of her. She tries to get to the front row but luck is not on her side so she just eats the last cupcake in her hand while watching from the back of the crowd.

It was an auction from the fashion department, she was about to back away before the MC explained the rules that girls will place money and whoever gets the highest will the reward aka the boys from each department that were called at by an MC. She was relieved that boys would get sold and not girls, she stood by from her spot as she continued eating the cupcake while watching the boy's embarrassed moment. When Vasco was called to the stage one girl placed money 1 won only, he was happy and sad at the same time since he thought Y/N would buy him, too bad she broke by buying so many loaves of bread from the baking department.

Many boys called till the MC called Daniel Park to the stage he was fidgeting his fingers and looking nervous. Many girls were shouting and bidding money higher and higher before this Lala girl or whatever her name is started to bid 1k won making other girls crumble on their spot while Daniel jolted on his spot too as sweat dropped from his face.

"2k won." A random girl bid higher making Lala girl bid more till she finally ran out of money. Lala doesn't want the random girl to win so she bids on her expensive bag that cost 7k won but sadly rules don't collect items just money for charity. "Daniel Park sold for 2k won!" MC announced the ending of the auction.

Back to Y/N, she kept looking at Daniel as he walked down from the stage and noticed he was walking toward her as he was standing in front of her asking her to come with him to meet the random girl. She doesn't know if she should agree or not since she wants to walk around again to see more department profit. Without answering him he just grabbed her wrist and dragged her with him to meet the random girl. While grabbing her wrist Daniel's ears were turning red and a tint of blush on his face since he was holding her wrist and walking with her.As they arrived, she saw the random girl who bid Daniel then the tall sunglasses guy behind her and it seemed he was gazing at her head to toe making her uncomfortable so she hides herself behind Daniel but she didn't notice the sunglasses guy smirking at her.

Part 4!

[daenysx]

Hiii ! I just got my letter that i failed four out of seven exams and i feel so awful and just very self doubted and would love a fic of aemond just comforting reader about it 🩷🩷🩷🩷tests do not define you but it is hard 😢🩷

hi baby, i hope this little shot makes you feel a little better. if you want to talk to someone, you can always text me. ♡

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comfort person

modern!aemond comforts you about your exam results.

"sweetheart? what is it?" aemond asks as he sees your face expression, your teary eyes and bitten lip gives him the explanation before your words, something you don't like is happening.

"what are you looking at?" he asks again, leaning to your side to see your laptop screen. there's a list of your grades and he goes over the list silently.

"i studied so hard for these." you whisper. he looks at your face only to see a single tear slide down on your cheek. "i knew they wouldn't be as good as i wanted, the exams were objectively hard but- i- i tried-"

he takes the laptop from your lap and puts it aside. your tears fasten and you wipe them off with the back of your hand. it cannot be said that your results are awful, you just need to work harder to get the gpa you wanted. aemond knows this. he knows, you know it too. he also knows you need the right motivation to study and when you have it, you'll be doing great.

he pulls you to his lap, your cheeks is covered with a reddish pink from feeling nervous. he helps you take off your sweatshirt and leaves you with a comfy crop top. he pulls your hair from your face and gently puts it in a ponytail, uses the hairband he keeps on his wrist.

he dries off your tears, gives you space to take a deep breath and relax. he doesn't say anything, not yet. you will talk to him when you're ready. he only has a soft expression on his face, waiting for you as long as you want.

you take his hand in your hand and play with his fingers. he wears his rings like he does all the time and you nervously touch the rings, a comfort habit of yours. you spend a few minutes of thinking and trying to calm down by playing with his long fingers.

"what do you think of them?" you ask finally.

"they are not as bad as you think, love. nothing you can't fix."

you exhale slowly. "i can fix them. maybe. it's just- i'm not sure if i can handle the pressure."

he rubs your back with his free hand and kisses your forehead. "you have time. you don't have to do anything until you're ready."

"maybe i'm not good enough. i mean- i studied so hard and look at the results i get. maybe i'm just fooling myself by setting my goals too high."

he shakes his head with a serious face. "no, i'm not letting you doubt yourself just because of this. you know perfectly well that you are good and a bad exam result won't change that."

the tone of his voice is not soft and gentle, it's convincing and confident. you know he's right but it's hard to accept that now.

"i think i just need time."

"exactly." he nods and continues, "there's nothing you can't achieve, baby. you're my sweet, strong girl, remember?"

you nod and kiss his lips. he kisses you back, his hands still comforting you and his kisses are slow.

"would you like some ice cream?" he asks.

"yes, please. and a movie?"

he nods and helps you move from his lap. "you choose the movie, i'll get the ice cream, love."

he tries to distract you from your thoughts that night. he holds you until you fall asleep after the movie, keeps whispering how proud he is with you, never lets you doubt yourself because of your results.

aemond targaryen is your comfort person and all you can do is to tell him you love him while holding his hand with your head on his chest. he makes sure his little love confession is the last thing you hear before you fall asleep.

[cloud-somersault]

Your fic "The constellations within us" was so perfect, and exactly what I wanted and needed for since I joined the fandom. I wish I had eloquent words but english is not my native language, and I'm struggling with the translator now, but this fic is probably one of the most high quality ones I’ve ever read so i've finally worked up the energy to leave a solid comment.

I love your prose, the descriptions and internal monologues are so immersive and emotional that I need to reread over and over again. The worldbuilding scratches my brain real nice, all contribute to make a really cohesive image that canon still doesn't quite achieve in my opinion. And you did a good job capturing the mood and humor of the show with every little detail but at the same time you’ve added a whole new dimension to the plot and characters. Keep cooking, I beg you but also have mercy on me. I imagine you saying something like: I am going to create an situation that is so emotionally fucked up before writing any chapter.

I really love the way shadowpeach interact in this story. From trying to kill each other to sharing the food. It's kinda crazy that people genuinely thought shadowpeach was a one sided crush until s4.

To be honest, I'm not a fan how the fandom treats shadowpeach but you have successfully kept the characterization of mystical monkeys to perfection while setting up a realistic shadowpeach plotline. I read this quote in another fic but it applies very well to them: "They really embody the pain/comfort thing, except that comfort is understanding and trust."

Sun Wukong is canonically a latent danger that not even the most powerful entities in celestial realm or underworld could subdue him, but he has no self preservation skills whatsoever. He's a bleeding heart. He's the one who sacrifices everything possible to protect the few he loves because, god, he has lost so much. The immortality he achieved with peaches, wine, pills, among many other things, may have made him indestructible on the outside, but inside they made him emotionally vulnerable, lonely and afraid of attachment. This monkey can fit so much trauma and he's holding a lot close to his chest even from the audience. The fandom villainizes him unfairly, but sometimes they also put him on some kind of pedestal, which is also incorrect.

The same happens with Macaque. He's the walking mystery who may or may not realize how much of a prickly capricious hypocrite he is in some things. For example, he feels an apparent resentment at being relegated to being a mere shadow of someone much brighter, but at the same time he seems unwilling to step out of that role. In s1 and s3, he clings so much to the past that he pushes Wukong, the only constant of him in a modern world after his resurrection, to be the version he remembered. Where Wukong advanced, Macaque retreated.

Nonetheless, the motives behind every action of his are more nuanced than him just being evil. He did once he was free from LBD's control was immediately start helping everyone even until s4, as if it were a tacit way of apologizing because he was just trapped under incredibly shitty circumstances, let's remember the part where LBD said she'd kill him if he didn't do what she wanted. Although I don't think he didn’t have fun knocking everyone around a bit (to his ex-husband especially).

It's little funny because I consider that before the perigranation trip, Wukong is a self-proclaimed hero with destructive or villainous tendencies (depending on which side you look at, celestial Realm definitely sees it that way still) while in the current timeline, Macaque is a self-proclaimed villain with heroic tendencies.

I wont keep rambling, but thank you again for pouring your time and talent into this beautifully painful read. I can't wait to chew on the next chapter like a hungry dog ​​with a good steak and also I'll be keeping an eye out for your future works, in case you continue writing about queer monkeys with emotional constipation, but if not, it's such a treat to read what you've already gifted us. Have a good week! and sorry for any translation errors again.

AAAAAH i'm sorry i've taken so long to respond to this. this ask is SO SWEET and i loved just rereading it over and over to suck all the serotonin out of it. Filled me with gleee!!

Thank you so much for taking the time to translate and write out this message! There weren't any errors, it's okay! I'm so glad you liked my story sm and read it and ENJOYED IT YAAAAAY!!!

honestly, I only cackle evilly before posting chapters sometimes. Only sometimes, when I remember. I usually cackle while writing, but then, by the time I've posted it, I've read it so much, it doesn't have that emotional impact on me anymore LOL

I think that's a great way to sum up shadowpeach! It's about understanding and trust. No matter what, that trust has to be rebuilt, and that process is so painful and hard and time-consuming that...it takes such a great amount of effort on both their parts. It's the choice to persevere in spite of that amount of hardship that makes them beautiful, even if what they create together isn't inherently beautiful. What's beautiful is that, in spite of tragedy, these two monkeys want to be together in whatever way they can.

I think with any fandom, people are going to misinterpret characters. I've kind of gotten used to it, but there's definitely a lot of missed nuance and character depth that the fandom chooses to not see or doesn't except. Maybe they like to keep it surface level, but i think critically thinking about the plot and characters is where you can find depth or make depth of your own that's not present in the show.

Wukong is either a trickster villain or a precious soul who has done no wrong and needs to be protected. Macaque is usually a mustache-twirling villain or a sweet, bashful monkey who was just pretending all that time! and has never done anything bad.

A lot of the fandom sees things in a clear black and white way, which is dangerous for several reasons, but it means that their interpretations lack that depth or understanding that people crave. Because no one is black and white. The world doesn't work that way, so it's kind of worrying that they think that's...normal. It's not normal. I see it as a lack of life experience and maturity, but I also don't know these people. Maybe they like their fictional worlds to be black and white, I dunno.

Aaaanyway, you're not the first person to speak about this topic with shadowpeach and how, through constellations, they found some understanding or were pleased with how shadowpeach interacted. and to that I say, thanks! I just like some realism and three dimensional...ness to my characters, please and thanks. Don't even get me started on MK.

But wow! Yes! I'm so honored you'll keep reading whatever I write next. I have no fucking clue what I'm doing, and I'm just smashing my dolls together, but I'm happy to have you here in Constellations AU land! Welcome! Enjoy your stay 💕

[zombeesknees]

currently in the life of the angie bee:

my sense of time is strangely broken, because it's almost 6pm but my brain is all, "gosh, it's not even noon yet!" and i have no fuckin idea why.

i've been deodorizing and washing and cleaning the house all day because i feel like there's a particularly sour smell throughout it, but now i'm wondering if it's me, and i don't know why i'm suddenly smelling so sour??? like, it's not a sweat smell, it's a sour, musty smell, and i'm still using the same shampoo and body washes i always do, and it's not as if my diet's changed significantly, so wth is going on??? IS IT A SIGN THAT I'M DYING OF SOME WEIRD DISEASE??? i know folks with diabetes sometimes smell strangely sweet, but i've never heard of something that makes you smell sour. OR IS IT ALL IN MY HEAD AND PSYCHOSOMATIC??? i'm not just gonna go up to someone and be like, "do you think i smell weird?"

quint remains one of the Characters of All-Time (and a Happy Jaws Day to all who celebrate it).

(yeah, i don't celebrate the 4th, what a bullshit holiday, we have nothing to be proud of as a country, especially these days.)

dropped $288 this morning on two and a half weeks-worth of groceries for one person. and that was buying basic, off-brand shit. how the fuck did we get to this.

slight silver lining: i have today, tomorrow, and the full weekend off, and i get to spend time with joel tomorrow AND see shara and nichole on sunday.

i set my reading goal for the year at 50 books (something i didn't come close to achieving last year, thanks to a reading block that set in in march and didn't let up for the rest of the year). and in the last two weeks i hit 54 books (almost all of them new-to-me, which is ALSO amazing). my unmedicated ADHD bullshit may still be preventing me from watching new shows and movies, but at least it's eased off on the reading front.

a new dude joined our book club this week and he's CUTE and likes fantasy and is a high school social studies/history teacher, and we discussed character archetypes for like ten minutes. maybe next club meeting i'll actually give him my number and ask him out.

wimsey has spent a full week in the flower donut collar thanks to scratching his chin raw and bloody. vet recced treating him with revolution in case it's because of mites, washing the wound with a special antibiotic flush, and keeping him in the collar until everything's fully healed/his fur grows back in. makes for a hella grompy flower:

god, leverage really is just the best show. doesn't matter how many times i watch it; i'm forever delighted and impressed with just how well written/constructed/everything it is. that's my emotional support family of thieves, your honor.

i'm getting SO CLOSE to filling out the final gaps in the current sections of my hazeldine WIP, and i really do think i'm gonna have to split it into two volumes instead of making it all vol. 6 as i had originally planned. but IF i do that, that means vol. 6 is gonna HAVE to end on a significant cliffhanger, which i typically try to avoid. (yes, technically all of the previous vols have ended on cliffhangers, since this is a continuing story spread over several volumes. but they haven't been LITERAL cliffhangers, with someone on the verge of death or something.) i don't like when books in a series i'm reading do that, so i try not to inflict that on my own readers. but perhaps i can mitigate it slightly by making sure both vols 6 AND 7 are fully polished/ready for printing, and release them like a month apart or something, so there isn't a huge wait in between...

FINALLY finished the replacement cross-stitch sampler of lighthouses for a gal from work (the first one got lost in the mail beginning of last month). now i can continue working on the Yee Dudes series for my bud jordan <3

but also i'm gonna try to design a pattern for myself re: a dracula joke that keeps popping into my head: descending the castle, lizard-fashion. i'm probably the only person who is THIS delighted/amused by that joke, but i'll enjoy stitching something for myself for a change, lol.

[uraharashouten]

"This is all I have. This is it. This is my everything. I don't think that surprises anyone."

The way his face pulls into an expression of pain, a grimace as he tries to hold back a tide of emotion. He fails. And it comes pouring, freefalling in a way that can't stop. Not that he'd want to anymore.

"Three Hundred Sixty Five Days a year. I get up, and I go fight. What do I fight? Hell if I know anymore. Hollows, Shinigami, Humans. A thousand battles I've forgotten." He lifts his hands up, waving it as if at an ephemeral picture. "I love this world. But the world doesn't love me back. You can give, and give, and give, and get nothing in return! You get nothing. And then I have people, people like you, that ask why I can't stop. Why I subject myself to this abuse."

His hand closes into a fist, and he hits the air. Just throws the punch out of… anger? Sadness? A torrent of emotion that can't be summarized in just a few words?

"Because I can't stop. I can't fucking stop. It's a sickness. I thought I would have done more, been more, achieved more. I thought- I thought-" His teeth gnash, his eyes sting. "I thought I earned something. But I'm still here, stuck in the shadows of giants. Trying to cross a chasm by making a dirt bridge, on- on- on- my knees! I can't STOP, MYSELF."

"Hayden-san! Welcome ba—"

The greeting had scarcely left Kisuke's mouth when he found himself subjected to a swift current of words swirling round him in eddies. Once or twice, his lips parted as if to interject; a finger half-rose in an aborted gesture... but as the tide continued to rush in, he settled into a grim, stoic stance, bracing himself against the deluge, simply allowing the man to pour out his heart onto the tatami, until the bulk of sentiment had been deposited and he might perhaps find flecks of gold amidst the grit. Someone would surely need to clean all that up later, but for now, it was best, wasn't it, simply to wait until the reservoir had drained completely.

At last, there was silence, the two of them left standing knee-deep in the spill. Hayden seemed spent, his chest heaving, face a mask of desperate exhaustion.

The shopkeeper laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. "To travel on one's knees is the way of the pilgrim, and it's generally chosen as an act of penitence and self-mastery to do things the hard way," he offered. "I have found that, if there's a goal to be reached, it's far better to stand on the shoulders of giants than in their shadow. There's no need to duplicate work already done, after all, when it's a relay, if you will, rather than a race..."

Ah, but Hayden had probably come here for respite, not ruminations. "Please, have a seat," Kisuke invited, patting the shoulder and gesturing to a zabuton before taking one himself. "I'll have Tessai bring us some tea. —Unless you'd prefer something stronger?"

[mrs-dasilva-santos]

Pt. 1

*How it started*

You were getting ready to go to your friend Lori's party she had invited you and your sister who is of the most top models of the year.

Zaire Fahmi

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You arrived at Lori's party with your sister zai, you both started greeting every one there was really no new faces or anyone you didn't really know

Until "Zai and Zaire" you heard Lori call both you and your older sister to introduce you to a guy who you feel like you've seen bit not really.

"This is my guy friend Keith"

"Nice to meet you ladies"

"Keith this is Zai and Zaire some of my very best friends hope you guys get to know each other more" she said while walking away to greet more people.

"I'll go to" your older sister said leaving only you and Keith at the same spot

Keith looked at Zaire her beautiful brown skin her pearly brown eyes and breathtaking body that was hard not to look at.

Not a while ago Keith had broken up with his long term relationship girlfriend he wasn't really desperate for love but Zaire seemed to be one of the prettiest girls he's seen since which lead to these unholy thoughts in his head.

Keith shook his head coming back to reality he didn't even realize that Zaire started talking to someone else.

"Hey Zaire right?

"Yeah that's me" you said with a little giggle at the end

"How about we go take a walk in the backyard it's much less noisy out there"

"Sure" you said without hesitation

You and Keith were walking around this huge house's backyard talking about your life achievements and how life was before you were put on the spot light.

The more he heard you talk the more Keith fell for you he was trying not to get to attached of course because it was you guys first time meeting but it seemed impossible.

You stopped and sat on a bench that was next to a tree in the backyard

Keith looked at your eyes that are impossible to forget you looked at him too to gonna lie you do find him.

In a split second you find yourself and Keith kissing on the bench you closed you eyes as his soft lips crashed into yours you felt butterflies in your stomach.

But it all came to an end when you heard you sisters voice "Zaire I'm leaving do you wanna stay"

You broke away from your kiss taking your purse back in your hands "I think I have to go now" you told Keith as you started walking away.

"Yo- Zaire" he called after you "can I at least get your number- O or even you Instagram" he yelled out but you were already going.

"Well it was nice seeing you guys here" Lori said while hugging you goodbye

"Yeah it was nice too"

"Well by" you said before leaving

On the other hand Keith was frustrated sad because you left and disappointed in himself because he should have asked you for your Instagram before all that happened.

Soon enough Lori noticed his behavior and ask him "what's the matter Keith are you ok"

"No I'm not but you could make me feel better if you give me Zaire's Instagram"

"Ok" she said in a confused tone

"Wait Keith don't tell me that..." She Ross one eyebrow before coming to the conclusion

"You like Zaire" she said in a teasing tone.

They both looked at each other before bursting into laughter.

"Ay I'm just sayin she's mad fine"

To be continued

[nightcall99]

Automatic writing from 12.3.24

Why the onslaught of low-vibration the past few days?

To show you the choices you make, that you continue to make

What choices am I supposed to be making?

To let it go. Stop playing the game. Just observe. Stop feeding it, stop focusing on it

It feels wrong, to do nothing. It feels like I am betraying myself, like I am letting everyone down when I pretend to not see or not notice

These things happening are not real. It will all dissolve. You see it because it is not gone from you yet. It exists as a scenario for you to participate in until you choose not to engage anymore.

But if there is something happening to someone else and they're simply telling me about it, what is that? How is that participating in the game?

You were already feeling negatively toward these person(s). This was just another way to manifest that reality in the way that the HS saw fit. At the end of the day, you have done a lot of work to get to this level (if you want to put it that way), so it's not exhibiting itself as it had (even more low-vibe) prior. This is all that's left.

So I'm supposed to transcend this game, while I'm still in it?

Yes. It doesn't make sense to leave if you're still playing

I don't understand how I have days or weeks of nothingness (being an NPC) and then you come back and announce things like this. It all seems very random. The time before this, you were saying I should manifest the recall and then Source was saying some other stuff that makes everything you're saying or will say, seem irrelevant.

Just energy moving. Changing our minds as we go along. Making things up on the fly. Altering, swapping, maneuvering. The path down the chute (I'm reminded of the fabric chute dream) will always ends in the same destination. It all comes together. It will fit. The seams of this piece sit smoothly with all it's counterparts

Okay, what was the toilet countdown dream about?

The general atmosphere of how it feels to wait. The child's toilet was the first timeline (and you weren't done so you had to find another toilet). The adult toilet is the second timeline (now). The adult toilet had a countdown that was roughly double the time of the child's toilet. ‘Adult' because you have achieved so much before compared to before. (It comes to mind that when I became aware of all this, I waited around one year for the July 2022 TD countdown and now it's been almost two years since then)

Okay, time doesn't mean anything. You trying to get at something here? Because I don't believe it. You said some bullshit about a 'few days', a few days ago. Mate, you're the definition of the boy who cried wolf.

The key point of the dream was that it 'feels like' this much time has passed. In the dream you could not read the actual numbers of the countdown properly. Refer to the sensations. That was the indeed the whole point. Regarding the latter, we simply changed our minds.

Why?

What does it matter if you leave in a few days, a few weeks or months from now? You must see, by now, even if some small part of you resists it still. That you, the totality of you, the 99% of you, does not in fact, care anymore. You are not resisting anymore. You know you don't care anymore. So what is the point of asking this question?

It's that 1% I guess? Don't I owe it to that 1% to ask? I mean, I can uno-reverse what you just said to me. What is the point being made right now, in the grand scheme of things, that it warrants staying? If it doesn't matter when I leave, then why don't I leave now?

We can uno-reverse that uno-reverse and you can ask it again, ad infinitum and we will just say to you, what does it matter to ask, if this has been decided already and this what is happening right now, the reality that you are currently living?

Ok. I'll shut up about it. What was that dream about where AL and I are at the restaurant and our phones do not accurately pin our locations?

You are done. But reality is fluid and you use this to your advantage. It is the appearance of waiting. The server say it'll be another 10 minutes wait but your food is already ready. Your phone shows you are a few suburbs away, but you are already where you are. Done. Your phone may show the location becoming further and further away, when you are wandering away (being an NPC) but when you remember who you are, you know what needs to be done. You know how to stop this appearance that things are not happening. It is a light switch. It is up to you.

Right. How come SM is always appearing in my dreams? In a different way from how AL does. I always feel his energy, I never feel hers. Is it a visitation?

Yes. You are working together.

So he's living a life on an alien planet and I am working with that incarnation, or his HS? I mean we are always working with other people's HS since there is no separation, but I mean from the game perspective.

Yes and yes. You are never here. So what would you be doing if you are never here, and it is not yet the time for resting? Work. You meet with many essences that you knew from this lifetime, and other lifetimes.

How come I heard AD's voice in my dream?

There is no separation. Working on the same things.

Anything else? You gonna stick around for a bit? I mean this back and forth conversation is rarely sustained for this long. I mean I forgot what it felt like to have feelings for a bit there...

Yes. We are always there under the surface but sometimes further away and harder to reach. A bit closer to the surface for now. For what needs to be done, requires conscious choice making. This is what we have decided, for now.

[alterednoon]

In a place as quiet as this garden, the silence was swept away by soft clicks like the waving of the clouds around the Starlight Desert.

The vet that had been hanging around there long enough to be regarded as a florist, instead of tending to the flowers like she usually does to pass the time, was found holding a rectangular object as she aimed the diamond-rimmed lens towards flowers and the like, and sometimes even the pavilion whilst she moved backwards carefully.

"What are you doing-?"

Wis blinked as she turned around on the heels of her boots, which resulted in her catching her own face staring back at her.

No, wait. That's her twin brother.

Watcher sighed as he crossed his arms, a soft smile playing on his expression at Wis's slightly startled face.

"Is that the camera from this Season?" He eyes the device in her hands, his pose now shifting to a more laid-back position. "I've been hearing about it from the archivists– and well, I guess just about from everyone around me."

"I don't doubt it." A chuckle from his twin sister makes him look back at her. "We have cubes that record memories of our selves, but this is the first we get to have something that allows us to capture others' singular moments in time."

"We only have our memories, and if we choose to, our stories to pass on about those who were around us once. And…" Her grip tightens lightly around the camera. "…even though we have verbal passings, the notes we've written, the illustrations we've drawn, and even memory cubes to store their memories, being able to take pictures is…"

"…is like being able to see them again and again…" As Watcher continued Wis's thoughts, both twins looked to the stars above them. "…and with pictures, it's like getting to introduce them to the people who are with you in the present, even when they're no longer around to make that possible."

"…yeah." Wis breathed in the cold air of the desert, her arms now wrapped around the camera as she pressed it against her chest as if it would subdue the ache in her core. "It's quite greedy, isn't it? To want to keep more of someone who couldn't be here…"

It has been nine Seasons since then, and there have been many things she wished she was able to save during that time.

A good memory, an achievement, a silly and foolish moment…a friend.

"I wanted to have all of their memories, hahaa…" It was such a strained laugh that perfectly matched with the tight smile Wis wore. As much as she didn't want to tear up right there, it was ironic that her makeup features blue raindrops below her eyes.

"They were so cute." Her chest moves heavily as she made a long, deep sigh just before she continued on. "I wished I could show you beyond my stories; how their curiosity would lead them to feel most often in awe, or at times lost and even afraid."

"Their first spirit, their first accessory, their first cape, and even the first time they met their guardian."

"The things that caught their eye and often caused them to let go of my hand, their favorite places to be, and the friends they made."

All of it.

"I wanted all of my memories of them to be something I can hold and show to you all." Wis smiled down at the camera in her hands. "It's a shame that this kind of option wasn't quite available back then."

Her twin watches her for a moment, letting the silence of the garden hover over them as the two of them listen to it…

Until Watcher stretched his arms up as he let out a "well", before crossing it behind his head. "Even when you can't take their pictures from back then, you can always take the pictures of those who are going to be here."

"It's a new Season, and there's going to be a bunch of moths streaming in. I know you've retired, but I'm sure the guides won't mind having a helping hand around."

Wis giggled at the suggestion.

"I'll have to pass, Watcher, and- shouldn't it be you who has to lend a helping hand?" She tilted her head at her twin, and playfully winked at him. "Sir Wasteland Watcher who has only guided a single moth?"

"Hey."

Seeing Watcher take a small bit of offense at her tease got another giggle out of her, and she turns back to the flowers she was aiming at.

"Hm, and besides…" The wistful florist raised up the camera to her eye level. "While I can't take the pictures of the moths I've had the short time to guide, there's also the ones who have been with me since a very long time ago, isn't there?"

"There's you, Ox Wiz, Blue…" Click. "…and, even though it hasn't been that long since I met them, there's also Kiri, Raisin, H.K., Maddie, and that little cutie who likes crabs and you–"

"Can't you just leave that part out-"

​​​​​​​Giggle.

"–so, even when I'm sad that the others would remain as just stars in the night sky for the rest to see whenever they look up, I'm happy you're all here so we could take all the pictures we want together."

"…"

"Me too."

"I'm happy we're all here, with all our friends to fly with us in this kingdom and those twinkling in the sky that watch over us."

[a-student-out-of-time]

Everyone is acting horrified about this reveal and I am to a extend but I’m more enraged then horrified. This because I loathe white lies, and the fact the Kisaragi Foundation did that plus lied about a ton of other stuff beforehand, means I’m far less willing to trust anything they say. What if they knew who the Basilisk was but haven’t said anything about it because they cannot accept that person wants them dead? As someone who has been white lied to multiple times it hurts MORE. - Review Anon

//First of all, I want to be clear that I'm sorry that happened to you so much, and I know things have been difficult for you concerning this sort of thing

//But this is also not what's going on here, and if I'm being honest, I feel that you're letting these personal problems bleed into your interpretation of these events.

//They didn't lie about anything, they were waiting until the group had completed their other missions and had met the right people before giving them the full story. What was the alternative? Telling them straight up that the horrible future with Tsumugi would come to pass because of Hajime's actions?

//Not to mention, unlike the rest of us, Hajime does not want to kill her or Mizuta. That's what this arc is actually supposed to be about, Hajime having to reconcile with this choices, and yet you're still talking about how the Foundation was wrong for not telling them from the start

//Would that have really helped with this situation when it came up? Really? No, it would've made everything they were trying to achieve more difficult, because that's all anyone would've been able to think about. Hajime's actions unintentionally caused this.

//I understand that you don't like white lies, but as someone who's lived with crippling anxiety and a heavy guilt complex, I'll tell you that the idea of knowing that you're responsible for something awful that caused a lot of real harm, isn't something that sits well with you even years after the fact.

//Yes, ideally, knowing ahead of time would allow you to prepare for that and eventually come to terms with it, but some people don't. They simply don't, and that fear and guilt can consume your entire life if you're not careful.

//There's a big difference between a straight up lie and things like a need-to-know basis or a cover story meant to protect the well-being of the people involved.

//It's clear you and I have very tangibly different life experiences, and thus readings of these events. You don't have to agree with what they did, of course, but if you're going to continue to insist that they're wrong and untrustworthy, I'm going have to ask you to stop.

//You sent me an ask complaining about your dad being involved with someone much younger than him, and I had absolutely no idea how to respond. It made me super awkward and uncomfortable.

//I'm not accusing you of anything, but your reading of this story and insistence that these people are the real villains has made writing this a lot harder than I wanted it to be. Trying to get this arc started was honestly one of the most miserable writing experiences I've had in a while.

//Rather than anyone getting invested in the story, I was getting bombarded with asks about how I must've forgotten what happened before, or how I'm just trying to do damage control. Scarcely as many people were actually trying to move the story forward, and it left me feeling pissed off all morning.

//I completely understand why you hate white lies, but please remember that this is just a story, not a treatise on why lying is okay actually and that you're a bad person for not trusting people blindly. Nobody's asking you to do that, I'm not asking you to do that, and even the people in the story aren't suggesting that. You're right, it is stupid.

//I just hope you can understand that, while I appreciate your contributions, if you're going to be a reviewer, please don't let your personal issues bleed into your writing and cause you read things in the text that aren't actually there.

//That makes it much harder to get across what's actually going on, because then it's all people will be thinking about. I'm not blaming you and I'm not saying your issues are wrong, but please try to be objective about these things in the future.

//I myself find killing morally abhorrent, but I'm writing a story about someone with that view having to confront the idea that everyone who he disagrees with might actually be right about this. It's not something I like to think about, but it's something I've wanted to tackle for a while.

//Stories provide avenues for us to explore new ideas, even ones we disagree with. All I ask is that you look at what's being said objectively and analyze things that are being said, not jumping to the worst possible interpretation because you've decided the people involved are completely untrustworthy.

//I wish you well, and I just hope you keep this in mind going forward.

[transmalewife]

Bake bread with garlic. Here:

idk like, 1-2 tablespoons of live yeast, put into warm (NOT BOILING HOT) water, probably like a half a cup. wait 5ish minutes for it to foam up a little. if it doesn't foam, your yeast was dead (rip).

add about a cup of flour. maybe a little more warmish water. some salt, like a teaspoon or two. crumble up some parmesan cheese if you want. MINCED GARLIC! be as generous as you want. I do like, a big ole spoonful.

mix all that shit up. add more water or flour if the spirit moves you. google a picture of bread dough if you don't know what it should look like. move it from the mixing bowl into a loaf pan (some will say to let it rise in the mixing bowl, but they are wrong and should be gently shushed).

let it rise for like an hour. stick it in the oven at about 350-375 F, convert it to C bc I know you're European and use the other unit, you're probably better than me and it's fine. leave it in the oven for something like 15 minutes.

GARLIC BREAD. also mix some garlic salt (or salt and garlic powder) into butter. spread that shit on your nice bread.

you're welcome, I love you, I have never measured shit in my life and I will not start now

Sadly, I'm allergic to gluten and it's genuinely so funny to me that you can fit a bread recipe in a tumblr ask bc gf recipes are like 20 pages with recommended extraneous reading and also take a week to make. 15 minutes in the oven i'm gonna cry.

I just realised i forgot to add garlic naan to that poll which is unforgivable

I was mostly aiming for quick and dirty methods to get your garlic fix, like if i'm going for something fancier i'll make some garlic butter but rubbing a crisp garlic clove onto crunchy toast is its own special thing. however I do appreciate this ask a lot, I love that you took the time to write it out and I really hope someone who sees this uses it and I'm also gonna try the parmesan and garlic in dough method. it could also be good in pasta dough i think

I really really respect the no measurement baking I'm also like that. never understood ppl who are like you can eyeball cooking but you need a lab scale a candy thermometer and a higher power on your side to bake. idk that sounds like a you problem. maybe yeast just likes me more. I can make apple pie in a rice cooker with no scale or measuring cups

I cannot, however, make bread. or at least I couldn't, until last week. Like I have never achieved anything even remotely edible when making gluten free bread, let alone somthing actually good, but then suddenly, out of nowhere I managed to make something that looks and tastes exactly like sourdough rye, and my delight at being able to eat garlic toast again is what inspired that poll. I made it twice now, and I fully expect this to become a weekly thing I can't remember when i last enjoyed eating bread. all gluten free bread you can buy is either basically plastic wrapped cardboard or vegan ridiculously healthy with the taste and consistency of the last pickle on a platter of finger food that has been laying on a table and warming up all night

So, here goes the recipe, if only to show how hilariously complex gluten free baking is (though if someone actually makes this I'd be overjoyed):

mix 1 cup teff flour, 1/4 cup brown rice flour, 1 tablespoon almond flour and 1 teaspoon ground flax seed (I just put flax seed through a food processor so it's pretty coarse) in big jar with enough water to make a paste. put the lid on loosely and leave to ferment at room temp.

after 2 days pour off the water that gathers on top. mix one cup of clean water with like idk 3 or 4 tbsps of the paste and cook stirring continuously until it gets dense and gel-like. leave to cool. mix 1/4 cup of brown rice and/or buckwheat flour with enough water to match the consistency of the paste. add it into the jar with the cooled mixture, mix everything, put lid back on loosely and leave for another day.

attempt to make teff injera and fail miserably. (yes this is an essential step, I did it both times. Idk if I have a bad recipe or my teff is not right. I'm gonna try to get dark teff flour and leave it for longer. anyway). give up and decide to use the rest as sourdough starter. I do think this could be a quick and easy alternative to proper sourdough starter for gluten baking as well. t

from now on I'm following a bakerita gluten free sourdough recipe, but with some pretty major changes. mainly in the amount of water, I had to nearly halve it. I know my flat is pretty humid, but I wasn't expecting it to affect baking this much,.

for the preferment: grab whatever's left of the teff batter, probably around 200g, add enough brown rice flour and water to get it to the 330g from the recipe. leave it to grow for 1-3 hours (I'd like to try longer at some point but i'm impatient and my schedule's tight)

instead of the psyllium husk: mix 10g ground flax seed with 20g honey and 150g boiling water, leave covered to let the flax seed gel a bit. when it cools down to blood temp add about half a teaspoon of yeast bc you don't really trust your starter.

mix that with the preferment and add 15g of olive oil

for the dry ingredients i switched some types of flour with similar ones, i'm also using potato flour not starch. I've been using them interchangeably in baking for years and it really doesn't matter much, potatoes are mainly starch if you exclude water. as most you'd just use a little less starch than you use flour.

so: 10g guar gum, 12g salt, 100g potato flour, 60g tapioca flour, 80g buckwheat flour (don't have sorghum) and 80g brown rice flour. whisk really, really well or the gum will cause clumping.

mix your dry into your wet, stiring with a spoon. then keep adding buckwheat flour until it pulls away from the sides and you can sort of almost manipulate the dough with well floured hands for a couple seconds instead of instantly sticking to it horribly. then dust with corn flour (not corn starch).

form it into a ball by rapidly moving the bowl in a circle and making the dough roll inside it. (touching gluten free dough only brings misery.) line bowl or collander with teatowel, dust with corn flour and put the dough in there, cover with edges of tea towel, leave to rise in the fridge overnight

preheat oven to 220C with cast iron pan inside, transfer bread into hot cast iron, cover with something (i use upside down stainless steel bowl) bake 45 mins with cover then another 50 uncovered, leave to cool completely either in oven with cracked door or on cooling rack. don't even look at it until it's cold

understandably, you are then too tired to put anything on your delicious bread more complicated than just rubbing a garlic clove on it