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Or imagine Sarah owning a play grocery store and she totally refuses to scan Joel’s items or either doubles the price for his groceries and gives him dirty looks and she may or may not own a play restaurant as well and she refuses to take his orders because everything is either out or she just does not want to put in the effort and just says flat out no and she just winds up giving him whatever she wants him to have

Joel Dealing with Sarah: Price of Bananas

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The best and worst toy Joel ever got Sarah was the mini store set up. It's everywhere: He’s constantly groaning in pain, hoisting his foot in the air after stepping on a plastic broccoli, or tripping on that stupid little baby shopping cart the size of a small dog, and don’t even get him started on the manager of that supermarket!

Sarah. Miller.

On his knees, and with a metal basket full of plastic produce and empty boxes, Joel unloads his haul onto the (pretty damn ingenious piece of equipment) toy conveyer belt.

A very grumpy, attitudinal, a little too young to be working here, young lady rolls the belt so his items approach her register slowly.

He grins happily, but she only shoots daggers at him.

Tf did he do? He’s just a happy customer—

BEEP!

Trying to play nice with his—

BEEP!

Sweet little three year old girl and her—

BEEPBEEP!

“Hey, you scanned that twice, ma’am,” he says, pointing to the orange she’s just haphazardly tossed into the plastic bag. BEEP!

“No I didn’t,” she says matter of factly, not even looking his way.

BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!

“You did, and you just charged me for three sushi rolls when I only got one in ya hand.”

She rolls her eyes. 

Testy little thing, aint ya? He raises his brows but says nothing. Rough economy in the Miller house, I tell ya.

“Your total is—“ “You forgot to scan half my cart, kid.”

“Excuse me! I talking!” She snaps back.

She angrily rubs the plastic apples slices back and forth over the scanner, a BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP echoing between the two hostile occupants of this fake grocery store staring one another down. She then tosses it at him rather than at the bag.

The cool thing Joel appreciates about the whole gadget is that, it actually scans the plastic toys and registers a price for each one. Easy stuff, like $1, $2, etc, and totals into the register for her.

So he can CLEARLY see the price, albeit unfair for charging him for 5 bananas when he only had one—and WOULD be fine, were she not randomly punching numbers into the computer, adding additional items at whim that are not in his shopping bag.

“Your total is like, a $million dollars.”

“I got 4 pieces of fruit. No it isn’t.” “Yes. It is. Do I need to call my body guard, sir?”

“Momma ain’t ya body guard. I am. And I’m tellin’ ya, ya over chargin’ me for my damn apples—“

“You not welcome in my store if you gonna rip me off.”

“YOU’RE THE ONE RIPPING ME OFF LITTLE MISS—“ Joel stops, realizing he’s getting heated at a 3 year old over a bunch of plastic toys. “I mean. Yes. Right. Here’s my card—“ “Decline!”

“Ya ain’t even scan it yet.”

“It’s all out of money.” She chucks it back at him, tucks her arms and taps her foot impatiently.

“That’s not how credit card work, Sarah.”

“MISS! SARAH!” She corrects him. 

He grits his teeth. Ripping out the fake wallet of Monopoly money, he counts out 6 random bills, glancing up at the girl, who raises her brows as if expecting more. He pulls even more out and hands it to her. It’s probably $78 total. Thank god she can’t count to hundred yet.

“There. One billion,” he announces begrudgingly.

He goes to take his bag, but she grasps it back. “NO. WE CLOSED!” “I ALREADY PAID. ITS MINE!” “NO!”

You place a hand across both of their eyeballs, temporarily putting them in a freeze. “It’s just pretend. Joel, take a breather.”

He lets out a big huff of steam through his flaring nostrils before crawling over to her cozy corner and plopping his big ass on her tiny princess couch, facing the wall. Spoon takes the cue and waltz over to him, putting her chin on his lap. He absentmindedly begins petting her, soothing away his frustration until he’s docile. 

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On another day, Chef S Miller has just opened her finest restaurant and everyone is invited.

Joel walks in to see a line of stuffed animals standing behind one another, leading from the hall and into the living room where an array of stacked books act as ‘tables’ for the little stuffies, and some Sarah sized tea tables and chairs hold her bigger dolls.

Joel walks up to the front, but is immediately greeted by an angry munchkin—the one and only ,Chef Sarah.

“You need to wait in line!” She commands, pointing to the end of the hall.

“I got special reservations.” code: I’m not waiting in line behind a bunch of stuffed animals. 

“You have to wait,” she sneers, pointing once again firmly. 

Joel grumbles but makes his way to the back of the line. Even Spoon has somehow taken the whole thing seriously, sitting patiently a few stuffed animals ahead and waiting her turn. For what, he’s not entirely sure she truly knows either.

They both deserve a steak after this.

He watches as Sarah greets her plushy customers “You have reservation? Right this way!!” And walks them to their tables. He rolls his eyes.

Joel’s about to plop over and fall asleep on the plushies when she finally lets him in.

He manages to squeeze his oversized self into one of the tiny tea party chairs, hunched over the even smaller table.

Oh great. She’s not only the chef, bouncer, and hostess. But she’s also the waitress!

Sarah comes over with a disgusted look upon her face, notepad and colored crayon in hand. “What do you want?”

“Steak—“ “Out.”

“Fine, Ribs—“

“Out.”

He sighs. “Hamburger—“

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“You out of burgers too?”

“No.”

“So you’re just refusing to give me one.” “What do you want sir, I don’t have all day!” 

“Whatever you’re willing to give me at this point, kid.”

She lets out an exasperated sigh, scribbling nonsense busily into her notepad.

Oh, she can’t write either. It’s literally just orange scribbles.

She leaves to go get a snack in the kitchen, pet Spoon, play with the other stuffed animals, put her head down for a 5 minute nap, before stretching and going to Joel again—

“What’s takin so long, chef?” He asks curiously. God, his back is killing him. five more minutes of this and he’s putting Spoon in his place so he can lay on the couch…

She rolls her eyes and storms off to the play kitchenette. He watches as she bangs pots and pans onto the fake stove, mixing in half of the play grocery store items and random things she found lying around the house: jenga wood blocks, plastic broccoli and fish, bits of Spoon’s dried kibble, barbie brushes and shoes. She runs it under the faucet of fake water, making a “SHHHHHH” sound as she does, then fires up the pretend grill and mixes it altogether with Daddy’s very expensive whisk.  

She then dumps it on a plastic frisbee turned upside down into a plate and then—

Dumps it all on Joel’s lap.

“What kind of service—! I demand to see the manager!” Joel says, hands on his hips.

She nods and turns around, and turns again. “I’m the manager. What’s the problem?”

His eyes feel so heavy now. So he needs to call in reinforcements.

“HONNEEYYYY.”

After some time, you work out an agreement : Sarah and Joel splitting a pb+J sandwhich you had just whipped up, and Spoon also got a cut in the deal with some of that kibble that got knocked on the floor.

And you all sit around the little table peacefully munching on your respective snacks. No hostile threats. no anger. just brain empty, yummy food full.

Turns out, they were both just really hungry. 

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[felassan]

Some more DA:TV and related snippets from Sylvia Feketekuty, Part 6. rest of post under a cut due to length and spoilers. [Post One, Post Two, Post Three, Post Four, Post Five]

User: "after [Emmrich and Rook's] argument they don’t really bring it up again, is it pretty much the case that Rook being lost in the fade made them both realise what was important so that conversation wasn’t really needed? or did they have it off-screen?" // Sylvia Feketekuty: ""is it pretty much the case that Rook being lost in the fade made them both realise what was important so that conversation wasn’t really needed? or did they have it off-screen?" I think either one is valid. There's some time skips, so I figured if you imagined your Rook and Emmrich talking about the argument, it could've happened while, say, they're traveling to the Necropolis. Flow-wise it seemed best to rely on that passage of time to smooth that part over, and get to the point where we enter the talk by the coffin. Or perhaps they're so in-sync that, like you said, Rook and Emmrich feel they can just move on. (If you bring Emmrich to Isle of the Gods he's apologetic there, and Rook picks up on it, so maybe that was enough short as it was.) (To my mind it's not a huge thing to declare one way or another, but I'd prefer this one to be player's choice)" [source, two, three, four]

User: "had a question about emmrich's last name. i know there is a banter with harding that confirms it is a commoner name, but i was interested in what his surname breaks down into meaning? I assumed volk=folk perhaps, but is there any other meaning/significance? thank you!" // Sylvia: "You pretty much have it right with "volk" = people. I liked the idea that Volkarin would sound fancy to someone speaking English (well Harding's not speaking English per se, but you know), but have its roots in something that plain. So yeah basically I got a kick out of the thought that in Nevarra, Emmrich's last name is the equivalent of Smith, or Jones, or Wilson. (The "arin" part is just because I thought together it paired well with "volk")" [source, two]

User: "With Hezenkoss, as a romanced rook, it feels like she's a bit jealous and was stuck in a one sided crush with her "friend" Was this intended? Or was she just competitive and annoyed at his popularity with everyone?" // Sylvia: "I always pictured Hezenkoss as annoyed that as they grew up, Emmrich become popular and effortlessly well-liked, while she, with her sheer brilliance, was clearly resented by jealous fools. Fools!!! (I pictured Johanna needling Emmrich over his romance mostly her going 'now there's some nice sore-spots I can press' because she has correctly anticipated his insecurities.) "become popular" Arg I meant to write BECAME. Cripes." [source, two, three] // Sylvia: "TBC I also don't want to invalidate any head-canons! My general rule is that if it's not stated outright in game, it's up for interpretation, regardless of my thoughts. La mort de l'auteur, etc." [source]

User: "I recently made an appreciation post on reddit how relatable he is for me and how it helped me with my anxiety. There were also other users agreeing and sharing their love for the character." // Sylvia: "I read your post and the others, and I'm glad meeting Emmrich touched people like that. His story was a team effort, and everyone making him knew we needed to hit this theme right. (His actor Nick Boraine deserves especial praise for nailing those lines.) I have indeed experienced what Emmrich does, and from the thread and other fan interactions, it's not an uncommon thing. If I can offer something I read a long time ago: you have the right to think about death without being in a state of absolute fear. I don't know why, but that thought helped me focus when things were rough. Maybe because it was correct: we DO have that right. Even if life and our own psyches conspire against us, it's ours." [source, two, three] // User: "I felt seen in a way I never have when Emmrich said he is terrified of dying. I've had panic attacks about it since I was old enough to understand what death is. Thank you for making so many feel seen and helping people realize its not just *them.*" // Sylvia: "I'm really glad it helped, because the conclusion I've come to is this is more common than we think, it's just not something people talk about." [source]

Sylvia: "(Full credit to the great feedback I got from the other writers and editors early on [re: Emmrich], he wouldn't be as good without them.)" [source] // Sylvia: "All credit to the team, especially the writers and editors who gave feedback that made him so much better during those early days and beyond." [source]

Sylvia: ""who came up with Davrin's "hand-to-bone combat" line?? 🤣" Haha that was Davrin's writer, John Dombrow! I'll let him know you (and other people) got a chuckle out of it!" [source]

User, on Manfred: ""I'm so curious -what about the almonds caught his fancy, and why so many?" Some things are a mystery even to me when it comes to Manfred. (Whatever his reason, I thought as a vegetarian Emmrich would probably have a lot of nuts handy which was the germ of the idea.)" // Sylvia: "Some things are a mystery even to me when it comes to Manfred. (Whatever his reason, I thought as a vegetarian Emmrich would probably have a lot of nuts handy which was the germ of the idea.)" [source]

User: "When Rook romances Emmrich, through banter we can see that Emmrich is surprised that the other companions know about the relationship, and also h says to Johanna that it's a private matter. Is it because he wants to keep things private only, is it because he is worried that Rook may not be the one true love, or is he worried about the age gap, or all these reasons and/or others?" // Sylvia: "In this particular case, I think Emmrich just wanted to be discrete because he didn't want to assume it was a serious thing, and for people to think HE thought it was serious. (Though his line to Hezenkoss is snappish specifically because he knows she's needling him, haha.)" [source]

Sylvia: Down Among the Dead Men and Luck in the Gardens "mean a lot to me, being my first published stories in a book.)" [source]

User: "Are there any other areas of Thedas that you think young Altus mages would tour? Poor Dorian looked like a fish out of water in Ferelden." // Sylvia: "Completely talking off the cuff here, but Orlais and Antiva, certainly, and some of the "better" Free Marcher states seem like good candidates. (Poor Ferelden! Always forgotten by the north.)" [source]

User: "I know you said previously that emmrich doesn't really vibe with cats or dogs But like if rook already has a dog or something (that someone is like pet sitting for them while they're kicked out of their faction and traveling with varric) would that be a deal breaker" // Sylvia: "Nah that'd be fine, they're not his favorites but he'll put up with them for Rook." [source]

Sylvia: "I have indeed seen Cushing's version of Hound of the Baskervilles, for some reason that part where he whirls around and throws the knife is embedded into my brain. What a great Holmes he made." [source]

User: "1. Where did Emmrich live in Nevarar when he was a child? 2. When do you think his birthday is? 👀 3. How did Johanna know him?" // Sylvia: "1. He lived inside the bounds of Nevarra City itself. He's always been a city boy. 2. For some reason, he feels like a January/February birthday to me. 3. They met as young students in the Mourn Watch." [source]

User: "if Emmrich didn't think it was serious when he'd always wanted one true love -apparently-, why did he embark on this relationship, especially with so much passion?" // Sylvia: "I think he thought it wouldn't be so serious at first, but then things progressed. And people want conflicting things, sometimes." [source]

User: "I really love Strife being a love interest for Emmrich! What lead to him as the choice if he isn't romanced?" // Sylvia: "The writing team discussed who felt right, and I liked that Strife was from one of the factions because it gives the feeling of your followers interacting with the wider world. And I felt Strife would provide a nice contrast with the romance with Rook. Unlike them, he's more established in his place in the world, like Emmrich is. Just felt like a different dynamic." [source, two] // User: "Strife balances Emmrich well since they are both interested in study but have gone about it differently." // Sylvia: "Agreed! (I wish I had thought to put it like that.)" [source]

User: "how are pets and animals honoured in the Necropolis and by the Mourn Watchers? The same as any other being?" // Sylvia: "Beloved animals are absolutely permitted to be buried with families. Mild Necropolis exploration spoiler: inside the passage you unlock after finding all the wisps in the belfry area, there's actually some caskets for faithful hounds interred in the crypt." [source]

User: "My question is do the mourn watcher/nevarra in general raise their pets after they die to keep them around? like a dog skeleton with a whisp in it?" // Sylvia: "To be honest I hadn't thought out this one, but it's a very good question. I'm not sure how common that would be, or even if it's permitted to have pets running around the family crypt. (I definitely thing people would WANT to do it.) You know, I think I'm going to have to leave this one in the vague quantum foam of the future. I think I'd want to not only double check existing lore, but answer that in-game (or in a book or etc.) if we ever need to. (Hope that's not too much of a cop out. Sometimes I like to leave questions I'm not sure about alone, because until it's in an official game or story, it doesn't quite count.)" [source, two, three]

User: "how long has Manfred been under Emmrich's care?" // Sylvia: "That's a good question, yet another thing I left a little vague in case I needed to define it concretely in the future. And since I've left, the answer is very much in my head only. But I feel it's likely to have at least been a decade. (Hezenkoss acts like she knows about Manfred, I figure she could've met him during an earlier clash. But I don't think Manfred was around when she and Emmrich were young students.)" [source, two]

User: "if Emmrich had tattoos, on what theme would they be?" // Sylvia: "Something anatomical/surgical, patterned on the MW's mystic theories of the body and death, feels appropriate to me." [source]

Sylvia: "BioWare put out an infographic about choices a few weeks ago, and "lich" was winning out. 1) When Emmrich says how he feels will change did he just mean his senses or is it on an emotional level?" He's definitely talking about his senses in that scene. On an emotional level: unknown. (I imagine it WOULD change someone because it's such a big shift, but exactly what does it do, mystically, if anything, is something I'd like to leave alone since I didn't really cover that in the game, and it feels like it'd been bigger consideration if that makes sense.) I kind of want how the lich-romance proceeds to live in players' imaginations, purely so people can tailor it to their own story. I'm afraid any writer-declaration would narrow the possibilities instead of expanding them, if that makes sense." [source, two, three, four]

Sylvia: ""I've been waiting for Nevarra for years and it was everything i could have dreamed of and MORE!" I'm very glad to hear it. The rest of the Necropolis team and I were very excited to finally get to portray even a small portion of the ancient and hallowed graves of Nevarra." [source]

User: "If I remember correctly, we only really see Emmrich use necromantic magic in-game. Are there other types of magic (elemental, healing/spirit, etc) that you think he would gravitate toward?" // Sylvia: "Hrm. He does have a bit of healing magic, mechanically in combat. It coudl work, but somehow I don't think Emmrich would ever be a high-level healer. He could maybe get the basics but it's not his great gift. Something about the gravic magic of the force mage specialty feels appropriate though." [source]

Sylvia: "I'm so glad you liked meeting and getting to know our necromancer. (Huge props to our cinematic and audio team on that garden scene, it was incredible seeing it come in finished for the first time.)" [source]

Allegra Clark: "I just wanted to say that I miss you so much and I’m so excited for whatever comes next in your career. Josephine means so much to me and I’ve fallen utterly in love with Emmrich (how dare you, he’s perfect). Thank you for trusting me with your child over a decade ago ❤️" [source] // Sylvia: "Allegra! Thank you so much! I'm so excited you've been digging our gentleman necromancer. I hope you've been seeing people ping me about their love of Josephine. I heard someone very good did her voice.. Thank YOU for embodying her so quickly and completely!" [source, two]

User: "how was Emmrich doing when Rook was trapped in the Fade?" // Sylvia: "Probably very poorly! Poor man would've been incredibly anxious and working all hours towards a solution." [source]

User: "So i asked you before what music emmrich does like but um is there any music he hates I feel like he'd die if someone took him to a death metal concert XD" // Sylvia: "I think that's a good one to pick, lol. "It's all just noise!"" [source]

User: "Did Emmrich teach (or at least attempt to teach) Manfred how to read?" // Sylvia: "I think that was beyond his skillset, beforehand; Manfred could be taught to recognize objects, but the abstraction of reading was one step too much at that point." [source]

User: "Do Mourn Watchers undergo a Harrowing?" // Sylvia: "They do! You may've missed it but there's a MWer in the Necropolis who mentions MW Harrowings if you go by them. (The MW has had to suspend theirs because chaos in the Fade.) But that's a temporary suspension, probably resolved by the time the credits roll. In general: I figure that if you're a mage who underwent a harrowing in some other circle, that stands, but that the MW would also perform harrowings for students they took in early. Also: not a silly question! It doesn't really come up with the MW except that one ambient line, and it's very easy to miss." [source, two, three]

User: "Doing a 3rd MW playthrough after not playing one for a couple of months feels like coming home again" // Sylvia: "That's some commitment to the dead! The Mourn Watch approve." [source]

User: "if two mourn watchers were to share a piece of grave dowry between them, that's grounds for a serious relationship?" // Sylvia: "You mean like each one having the half of a necklace, or having the same bit of gold made into matching rings? Or swapping jewelry? Either way, what a nice idea. It could be!" [source]

Sylvia: "Emmrichwas very much the work of the team, including some very good feedback early on from the other writers and editors." [source]

Sylvia: "The team and I were also super excited to get to explore the Necropolis. It was an honour to open up the tombs to everyone." [source]

User: "Emmerich's particular respect for trans characters was extremely enticing to me." // Sylvia: "Thanks, I'm glad he resonated. (Some trans colleagues kindly spent the time to give me some feedback on the wording of the lines, which I think made them way better.)" [source]

User: "Emmrich is so amazing" // Sylvia: "Thank you again, that is incredible to hear. (And I want to mention, only possible with the team; they helped improve the story every step.)" [source]

Sylvia: Tevinter Nights "was a fun collection to work on" [source]

User: "Does lich Emmrich feel anything when Rook kisses him or touches him?" // Sylvia: "yeah, I don't think he's "numb" so to speak, he can sense a touch (with his new powers from beyond the graaaaaave ���💀🌹)" [source]

User: "about Emmrich so i know he's into flowers and botany but is he into plant meanings and symbolism" // Sylvia: "I think he is - Emmrich mentions some flowers that are "famed in verse and song", I think he'd enjoy reading up on the cultural importance and symbolism layered on to them." [source]

User: "Obv the game mechanics require Rook to make the choice but would a romanced Emmrich choose to become a Lich if the choice was in his hands? Would he abandon his dream for love?" // Sylvia: "I must refuse to answer on the grounds that it's too melancholy to contemplate. ;_;" [source]

User: "On the dinner date in the Necropolis I loved how Emmrich felt philosophical, it was so relatable, especially when he talked about the connection to something finer than we are. It was magical!" // Sylvia: "I'm really pleased that last part of the dinner date, resonated with you, I was trying really hard to get a certain feeling across." [source]

User: "What month do you think Emmrich was born in? I really wanna know what my guy's zodiac sign is" // Sylvia: "I don't know anything about zodiac stuff but weirdly, I do have a range, for some reason I always thought it'd be January or February." [source]

User: "1. How does Emmrich feel about children, both in general and possibly having them? 2. Would Emmrich be into gift-giving?" // Sylvia: "1. In general, he likes kids okay, and tries to be kind, but his students are mostly older so he doesn't really chat with many. Regarding having them, if circumstances aligned so that was the case, I think he'd be excited if maybe a little overwhelmed by the thought. 2. I think so! Not overbearing about it, but he would like to show some tokens of affection at appropriate times. (There's no way he's not delighted to get gifts.)" [source, two]

[cheshireliam]

"Growing Feelings Poured Into Chocolate" Collection Event

Nica Schwartz

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If you're not new to Nica, you'd know that he calls MC (Kate) "Robin" in German, instead of the usual Komadori. Since I see that the fandom has generally accepted "Spatzi" as the German translation for it, I'll be using that as well and typing it in italics so it's clear he's not saying it in English.

???: Spatzi.

Kate: Whoa!

While I was walking down the corridor, an arm suddenly wrapped around my abdomen from behind.

Nica: You didn't notice when someone's sneaking up on you. You're seriously lacking in awareness, don't you think?

Kate: Please let go of me.

I struggled and flailed about, but—

Kate: Ah!

Nica: What's this?

Nice snatched the box I was holding and examined it curiously.

Nica: Are these sweets? Handmade, perhaps?

Kate: They're chocolates.

Nica: Chocolates?

Nica: Is this a Valentine's thing?

Kate: That's right, but…

(I kind of didn't expect that reaction.)

With how knowledgeable Nica usually was, I didn't expect him to look that puzzled about a big occasion like Valentine's Day.

Nica: You must be thinking my reaction's unexpected, aren't you?

Kate: Yes, I assumed you took the chocolates knowing exactly what they were.

Nica: Valentine's Day isn't a thing in Germany, so can you really blame me?

Kate: Really?

Finally letting go of me, Nica leaned against the wall with his gaze fixed on me.

Nica: I know about Valentine's Day as a concept.

Nica: But since it doesn't exist in Germany, it never felt like something familiar.

The unexpected revelation surprised me.

I reached for the box, but he dodged me effortlessly.

Nica: You get gifts for a special someone on Valentine's Day, right?

Kate: That's correct, but uhh…

He grinned widely and spoke.

Nica: So, Spatzi , who were you planning to give these chocolates to?

Kate: That's—

For some reason, Nica's face was the first one I could think of when I was making the chocolates—

(But we're neither lovers nor family.)

Our relationship was Crown's Fairytale Keeper and her guest, Nica, from Germany.

(Besides, I think someone like him would receive plenty of chocolates from other women.)

Even as I tried to rationalise my thoughts, knowing how popular he was with women, I couldn't find the courage to give him the chocolates.

I decided to just eat them myself instead, and that was when—

He suddenly grabbed my arm.

When I looked up at him, I was met with his grinning face.

Nica: I asked who you were planning to them to if not me.

The pressure in his words made my breath hitch in my throat, leaving me at a loss for words.

Seeing this, he gave me an awfully cold look.

Nica: Forget it if you're not going to answer.

He released my arm and started walking away, but I hurriedly went after him.

Kate: — I was going to give them to you, Nica!

Nica stopped in his tracks at the end of the corridor and turned back to face me.

Nica: Should've said so from the start, Kate.

The moment he flashed me that sweet smile of his, it hit me.

Kate: �� You knew all along and did that on purpose, didn't you?

Nica: Of course I did. It's because I knew no matter how long I waited, you wouldn't say you made them for me.

Looking thoroughly satisfied, he picked up one of the chocolates from the box.

Nica: Can I eat one?

Kate: … I'm not sure if it'll suit your tastes, though.

Nica: Don't mind if I do.

I watched nervously as he popped the chocolate into his mouth—

Nica: Mm, it's delicious.

Kate: Really?

Nica: Why don't you try one yourself if you don't believe me?

I reached for a piece at his suggestion—

Nica: Nope, you can't do that. Because you've given them to me.

Kate: Then how am I supposed to—

Nica: Like this.

Nica wiped the chocolate from his lips and smeared it onto mine.

Nica: Go on, taste it.

Leaning in close to my ear, he let out a soft chuckle.

Nica: But if you lick it… it'll be an indirect kiss.

The sweet scent of chocolate, his teasing whisper, and the heat spreading from where he touched me on the lips blended together.

Nica: What will you do, Kate?

Before the chocolate on my lips melted, I felt like I might melt because of him first instead.

[mimpinightmare]

🎆HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR 2025 TO EVERYONE WHO CELEBRATES IT!! :D🎆

Here's Xing and Shakes (who is mostly trying-) Lion Dancing!! :D This artwork was meant to post on 29th January, but of course, time wasn't on my side- So Hopefully two days late is still acceptable to post this- (Apologies for the photo quality as well-💀)

Also, here's another interesting fact, this was not meant to be a Supa Strikas fanart, it was meant to be an illustration for my Mentor, who does celebrate Chinese New Years, which to display for the occasion. My mentor told me we didn't want a complex sketch/illustration, just something simple. So the sketch was scrapped. But I liked it too much to sit on my sketch book, so I decided to make a Supa Strikas Fanart, dedicated towards the celebration. :)

As somebody who doesn't celebrate the occasion or does Lion Dance, I tried my best on my research to be as accurate as possible with it. To the outfits Lion Dancers wear, to the color scheme, to the design of the lion itself. Again, this was a scrap sketch, and my original idea was people lion dancing since it's well know to lion dance in Chinese New Year, as well as weddings (if I'm not mistaken), and other celebrations. That being said, who is very much isn't raised with the cultural, I can very much make many mistakes and misinterpreted the culture. For that, I will forwardly apologies if there are mistakes I've made or never caught on when making the artwork. I appreciated if anyone who IS familiar with the culture would correct me if there are errors to be corrected! And I will update on this post! 👍

DISCLAIMER: That being said about errors- The only mistake I notice I made is Xing holding the Lion Mouth when lion dancing. Yeahhhh... NOT THE CORRECT WAY TO DO IT- 😭😭 The correct way to do it actually is hold it's head from the INSIDE, not it's mouth. I notice this when I was almost finished coloring- 💀That's VERY MUCH MY BAD on my part-

Anyways again, 🎆HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEARS EVERYONE!! HOPE EVERYONE'S REST OF THE YEAR WILL BE GRAND!!! :D 🎆

[sodascribbles]

YEAR OF THE ECHIDNA - LOVE

@year-of-the-echidna

characters: maddie, tails, knuckles, sonic, tom; antagonist oc (The Handler) doesn't appear but is important

relationships: the wachowski family

contains: dehumanisation, Knuckles has Trauma (what else is new)

read on ao3 here!

Maddie sorts through the letters. "Junk mail, junk mail, that's for Tom," she hums, "oh, that's new."

There's no address on the envelope. Which means somebody put it in the mailbox. She scrunches her face accordingly, carefully pulling it open.

Hm. It's... well, there's writing on it, alright. Maddie just can't read a word of it. It looks familiar, though— maybe from one of her boys.

"Tails, you have a translator, right?" Maddie asks, pauses, corrects herself; "Let's start here. Do you know what this is?"

"Oh, wow." Tails leans forward, openly fascinated, but his eyes don't track the words. "It looks like Mobian... who's writing to us in Mobian?

"I, um, can't read it, but I have a translator." He pulls out a little yellow camera thing, scanning the letter with it. "Doesn't look like it says who it's from. Huh... the echidna..."

He reads it hurriedly, expression twisting. "You're not gonna like this."

"Hit me."

"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Wachowski," Tails reads, frowning, "It has come to my attention that you are in possession of something very important and very dear to me. I speak, of course, about the echidna."

"In possession?" Maddie echoes, already nauseated by the words.

"It gets worse," Tails warns. "Red has been a crucial part of my operation, and I would be very appreciative if you would return him to me. I will compensate you for your troubles, of course; I have one million Earth dollars set aside for you."

Maddie hisses out a breath. "Jesus," she whispers. "That's a lot."

Tails looks at her— his gaze finds something behind her, ears flattening. She turns to follow and finds Knuckles standing there.

His purple eyes are piercing. "I apologize for listening," he starts. His voice is flat, eyes hollow. "Will I be allowed to say goodbye?"

Maddie feels like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing and opening again. "What?" she finally manages.

"To the Lord of Donuts. And the hedgehog... and Ozzie," he trails, finally breaking eye contact to glance away. "When you return me."

"What?" Maddie repeats, her throat going tight. "No, baby, no!" She sees a misunderstanding coming a mile away and hurriedly adds, "We're not going to 'return' you."

"Return you?" Tails echoes, paws folding together, "Do you know who this is from?"

Knuckles looks over the letter with eyes that really don't see anything. "I assume it is the Handler," he says. Tails sucks in a breath. "I know of no others who would call me that."

"Baby," Maddie interjects, because she is not done, "baby, we are never going to get rid of you or replace you or 'return' you. Okay?"

He still looks so devastatingly doubtful. He doesn't look at her, eyes still following the words.

"Knuckles," Maddie breathes, "never. Never. Not in a million years."

"It is... a lot. Of Earth money."

"You are worth more than money ever could be."

Tails zips over the back of the couch with a speed to rival Sonic's, arms suddenly thrown around his brother. "Mom's right. Never!" He gives Knuckles a (rather ineffective) squeeze. He steps back enough to look the echidna in the eye. "Never ever. Sonic and Dad will say the same thing."

"What will we say?" Before Tom even has gotten through the door, Sonic is standing there. He talks through a full mouth, crumbs on his face.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Tom chides, setting bags on the table. He gives Maddie a little look, brows furrowing.

"We got a letter," Maddie starts, stops, thinks for a moment. "There's somebody who wants Knuckles." She holds up the terrible paper.

Sonic swallows too fast and chokes. When he recovers, shaking out his quills, he says; "Well, they'll have to go through me!"

"Us," Tom corrects, trying to read the foreign text, "they'll have to go through us."

"She has offered a reward," Knuckles murmurs, stepping out of what had become a circle around him. He folds his arms and very obviously tries to look unaffected. "A hefty amount."

"Hefty shmefty," Sonic shoots back, folding his own arms.

"There's no reward that could make us get rid of you, Knux," Tom assures.

Knuckles screws up his face and takes in a thin breath. He looks... conflicted. Maddie's heart breaks once more.

"Baby," she says, reaching out to take one of his hands, "remember what I told you in the clinic?"

He squeezes his eyes shut. "I am a... part of your tribe. Your family."

"Family is worth more than any money." Tails mimics the boys' postures and crosses his arms, face fierce. "If someone offered you a million dollars for me—"

"Never!" Knuckles cries, eyes wet. His shoulders heave with the force of his breaths. He steps back, rigid. "Least of all to— to the Handler!" His arms pull tighter to his chest, gripping at his sides. Literally holding himself together.

Tom and Maddie share a split-second glance. Sonic's eyes go wide, hands hovering. "Knuckles—"

"Don't," Knuckles growls, knitting inward. "Don't touch me. Please."

"Okay," Maddie says, voice soft. "Nobody's gonna touch you, baby. You're safe here. We will do everything in our power to keep you safe."

"And us Wachowskis are pretty powerful," Tom adds lightly.

"I know," the echidna manages, "I know. I— I'm sorry." He glances up with wild, scared eyes. "I don't want to go back."

"You won't," Sonic says firmly, almost reaching out but thinking better of it. "You hear me? Never. Nobody's gonna lay their grubby hands on my brother."

"Yeah!" Tails casts a look over his shoulder in the direction of the garage, eyes alight with ideas. "Nobody's gonna get anywhere near you if we've got anything to say about it!" He pauses. "Maybe that was confusing."

"I got the idea," Knuckles manages, shoulders slumping. "I... apologize."

"You have nothing to apologize for. Not one thing," Tom tells him, voice soft but eyes fierce.

Knuckles' face twists. He starts, stops, starts again. His hands shift, clutching at himself.

Hugging himself, Maddie realizes. He asked them not to touch him and so she doesn't, but she wants to. She wants to hold him. She takes a little breath.

"I would like..." His eyes seal again, hissing. Like he's expecting to be hit. "A hug."

It ends up as a pile of Wachowskis, arms around each other. The best family around. Maddie kisses her boys and vows to not let anything pull them apart.

[startheskelaton]

Do you think Soundblaster killed Nightflyer? If so, I have two theories why he could have, and one is just me saying that Shockwave did it.

1. He could have been jealous.

After finally getting the love he has always wanted from Sparkplug, but seeing her want to Nightflyer and eventually want to see him more and more, he just can't stand it. Especially after what happened with Soundwave and Tarn and all the emotion and problems they went through, he thought that would be enough for her to stay by his side. But seeing more of her looking and wanting to see Nightflyer more, he thought she was just gonna drop him like he was nothing. He ran away, trying to think, and Nightflyer tries to go after him. When Nightflyer tries his best to comfort him, he loses it. He has had everything he wanted, and he got none of it. So he lashes out and kills him out of a fit of rage, and with it comes the guilt of it, leading me to see how Nightflyer got his new body.

2. Shockwave manipulates him to kill him.

When Shockwave manipulates him into killing Nightflyer, he does it by using his fear of losing Sparkplug to Nightflyer to encourage his hate for him. Along with that, Shockwave could use the fact that Soundblaster wants his approval to his advantage by saying he wants him to do it for his father and how helpful he can be if he kills a spy. He also convinces him how useful he can be by killing the son of the King of Cybertron, who wants Sparkplug dead, and how happy she would be if she didn't have to worry about it. They could live happily ever after, which leads me to tell you how Nightflyer gets his new body. Shockwave uses Nightflyer’s dead body to make the perfect being—a being of perfection and something he has always wanted.

3. Shockwave kills the Prince of Cybertron.

Shockwave kills the Prince of Cybertron to expand his influence on Cybertron and also uses the weakened Starscream and his daughter to wipe out the rest of the Autobots. Along with Nightflyer’s death, he fully takes control of the King and Princess of Cybertron and uses Nightflyer’s body for his benefit. Or, Predaking sees the body of the last of the Predacons. He uses the last of his being to awaken Nightflyer’s true form and bring him back to life.

Also, again, these are suggestions to add to the story, and I would appreciate it if you would, but I cannot make this any clearer. I AM NOT TELLING YOU TO DO IT. THESE ARE JUST MINOR SUGGESTIONS TO THE STORY. I AM NOT AT ALL FORCING YOU TO DO IT.

Vary interesting takes, they aren't correct however Shockwave is the one to put the pieces together to get that boy killed

[casedclosedbye]

"Yes, Ma'am"

Derek Morgan x reader

Fluff

Wc: 4k

Summary: A heated argument between you and your boyfriend, Derek, leads to an unexpected consequence when Derek jokingly promises to do your bidding for four months if he repeatedly dismisses your feelings.

The argument had been heated, to say the least. What started as a minor disagreement had escalated quickly, with both of you yelling at each other in frustration. Derek’s temper flared, and your patience wore thin. Words were thrown back and forth, sharp and biting.

"I don’t get why you’re making this such a big deal!" Derek snapped, pacing the living room, his hands clenched into fists.

"Because you’re *constantly* telling me I’m wrong!" you shot back, voice rising. "And it’s exhausting, Derek. I can’t even speak without you correcting me every time."

"That’s not what I’m doing! You’re just being overly sensitive!" He turned away, his back stiff, clearly trying to hold his ground.

You stood there, seething. His dismissal of your feelings, the constant undermining, it all hurt more than he seemed to realize. "I don’t know how many times I have to say it—just *listen* to me for once!"

Derek froze, his shoulders tense, and you could practically feel the distance between you growing wider with every passing second. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until you spoke again.

"You've told me I’m wrong ten times today, Derek," you said, your voice steady but laced with a quiet anger that you couldn’t hide.

Derek blinked, clearly taken aback, but he didn’t respond immediately. You could see his brain working, trying to recall the times he had dismissed you.

"Ten?" His voice was softer now, the edge of frustration gone. "I didn’t realize…"

"Yeah, ten." You crossed your arms, trying to keep your emotions in check, but inside, you were livid. "You can’t just keep shutting me down like this and expect everything to be fine."

A few hours passed after that, the two of you in separate rooms, cooling down. You needed space, and Derek did too. The silence was painful, but you knew it was necessary. Finally, as the sun began to set, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

Derek appeared in the doorway, his face softer now, his usual confidence replaced with something more vulnerable.

"Hey," he said quietly, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I... I’ve been thinking about everything I said. And you’re right. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I’m sorry."

You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. "You really mean that?"

"Yeah," Derek nodded, a sheepish grin starting to form. "I was being a stubborn ass. I shouldn’t have dismissed your feelings, and I definitely shouldn’t have told you you were wrong so many times." He rubbed his neck. "I was frustrated, but that’s no excuse. I was wrong."

You nodded, relieved that he was finally admitting what you already knew. But now, it was your turn to make your point.

"I appreciate the apology," you said, walking toward him. "But I think there’s a little something you need to remember from months ago." You smiled mischievously and tapped your wristwatch.

Derek raised an eyebrow, confused, as you pulled out your phone and pressed a button. A voice, unmistakably Derek’s, echoed from the speaker, and you watched his expression shift from confusion to realization.

"I, Derek Morgan, will buy my girlfriend whatever she wants, do all her chores, and whatever she wants for 2 whole weeks if I piss her off, or tell her she’s wrong more than two times. And if I tell her she’s wrong for twice that amount, I will do her biddings for a whole month... happy?"

You looked up at him with a smirk. "Remember that, babe?"

His eyes widened as he processed what you had just played. You had recorded it months ago, during a light-hearted conversation when you both were joking about how often he called you out. At the time, Derek had made a ridiculous promise, thinking you would never actually hold him to it.

"So," you continued, your grin growing wider, "you told me I was wrong 10 times today. So that means... four months of doing my bidding."

Derek stared at you for a moment, eyes darting between you and his smartwatch, then let out a resigned sigh. He rubbed his face, clearly embarrassed. "I was being a fool, wasn’t I?"

"You were," you replied, voice full of mock sympathy. "But it’s okay. You *did* promise, after all."

He sighed again, the tension in his posture melting as he finally gave in. "Okay. Okay, I admit it. Four months. I’ll do whatever you want." His tone was a mix of frustration and amusement. "This is the worst thing I’ve ever promised in my life."

You chuckled, crossing your arms. "You should’ve thought about that before you pissed me off, Derek."

He stepped forward, closing the distance between you two and pulling you into a tight embrace. "You really know how to hold me to my word, don’t you?"

"Yes, ma’am," you said sweetly, enjoying every moment of his surrender.

Derek laughed softly, his hands rubbing your back. "Yes, ma’am… four months. I’m gonna be your servant."

You smiled up at him, your heart softening despite everything that had happened. "I like the sound of that."

"You’re evil, you know that?" he said with a teasing grin, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"You brought it upon yourself, Derek."

He chuckled and pulled away slightly, looking into your eyes with a genuine smile. "I’ll make it up to you. I promise."

"Good," you said with a smirk. "And don’t forget, you’ve got a lot of work to do for the next four months."

"Yes, ma’am," he repeated, the words now a playful promise that you knew he would keep.

The next few days were nothing short of entertaining. Derek, for all his bravado and confidence, quickly learned that making a promise in the heat of the moment wasn’t as easy to keep when the actual work began. The first task he had to tackle? Grocery shopping.

"You’re sure about this list?" Derek asked, glancing down at the sheet of paper you handed him.

"Yes," you replied, raising an eyebrow at him. "I want everything on there. Don't forget the organic kale, and don't even think about getting the generic brand of almond milk."

"Why the organic kale, though?" Derek asked, his voice tinged with skepticism. "It all looks the same to me."

"Don’t question the kale," you said, a playful tone lacing your words. "Just get it."

He sighed dramatically, but he knew better than to push it. With a huff, he grabbed his keys. "Fine, but I’m going to look ridiculous carrying this list around."

"Not my problem," you shot back with a smirk. "Enjoy your grocery trip, servant."

When he returned an hour later, Derek wasn’t quite as amused. He dragged his feet through the door, arms laden with bags, looking slightly frazzled.

"Next time, I’m giving you a list with nothing but ‘toothpaste,’ ‘toilet paper,’ and ‘bread,’" he grumbled, dropping the bags onto the counter with an exaggerated sigh.

You grinned, unfolding the bags with glee. "You got everything, though?"

He hesitated, looking inside the bags as if half-expecting some sort of disaster to be hidden among the kale and almond milk. "I didn’t forget anything, but... I’m not sure I’ve ever felt more judged by the cashier in my life."

You chuckled, setting the kale and almond milk in their proper places. "Oh, Derek. The things we do for love."

The next task was even more amusing. You’d decided that Derek’s first real test of submission—er, servitude—would be cleaning the bathroom. You handed him the cleaning supplies with a wicked grin.

"You said it, you do it. Go clean the shower."

Derek stared at the mop and cleaning sprays with a sense of dread, knowing full well what was coming. "Are you serious? This is torture."

"You promised, remember?" you teased, watching as he reluctantly began scrubbing away. "Besides, I thought you might enjoy being at my beck and call."

The scrubbing continued for the next hour. Derek had grumbled at first but then settled into a resigned rhythm, muttering under his breath about how *no one ever told him relationships would be like this.*

At some point, you heard him grumbling about how much he hated cleaning the shower, followed by a particularly loud *"This is what I get for pissing her off."*

You couldn't help but laugh, standing at the bathroom door, arms crossed as you observed Derek’s ordeal.

"I can hear you, you know," you teased.

He glanced up from scrubbing the tiles, eyes wide. "I’m just... I’m just saying. This is how it’s gonna be for four months?"

"Yup," you said smugly. "Better get used to it."

The next few weeks were filled with more and more of Derek’s servitude, each task escalating in ridiculousness. From ironing your clothes perfectly, to doing all the laundry, Derek even found himself trying his hand at cooking dinner, which, let's just say, didn’t go as planned.

He handed you the plate, looking almost proud of himself. "I made spaghetti."

You picked up a fork, inspecting the dish carefully before looking up at him with mock seriousness. "This... this looks like a crime scene. What did you *do* to the spaghetti?"

Derek’s face turned red with embarrassment. "I followed the instructions! The noodles are just a little overcooked, okay? It’s not that bad!"

You raised an eyebrow, taking a bite of the mushy noodles. Derek waited with bated breath, watching for your reaction. You chewed slowly, giving him a blank stare.

"It’s... it’s *fine,*" you said finally, trying to keep a straight face. "Definitely not something you should make me eat again, though."

He sighed in relief, but you could see the disappointment on his face. "You’re lucky you’re cute," he muttered.

"I’m lucky *you* promised to cook for me for the next few months," you quipped back.

But it wasn’t all just playful teasing. As the days wore on, Derek’s attitude shifted in a subtle but important way. He was no longer the frustrated, stubborn man who had gotten caught up in his own pride. The more he served you, the more he seemed to listen—really listen—to you. And in turn, you found yourself letting go of the resentment that had been building up before the argument.

One evening, as you two were watching TV on the couch, Derek handed you a bowl of popcorn. He’d made it himself, this time without burning it.

"Here," he said, sitting down beside you. "Popcorn, no overcooked spaghetti in sight."

You smiled at the gesture, feeling a warmth in your chest. "Thank you, Derek."

"Yeah, well," he said, his voice softening. "It’s kind of nice, you know? Taking care of you. Even if it started as a... punishment."

You looked at him, really looked at him. For the first time in a while, it wasn’t about proving something or being right—it was about the two of you, making it work despite the bumps along the way.

"I guess I’m not as evil as I look," you teased.

Derek smirked, leaning in closer to kiss your forehead. "Only a little evil, maybe."

But as the days turned to weeks, the line between joking and genuine affection blurred, and you both realized that the promise Derek had made, though born of frustration and pride, had inadvertently brought the two of you closer. In those four months of “servitude,” there were no more arguments about being right or wrong, no more fights that escalated beyond repair. Instead, there were quiet moments of understanding, shared laughter, and—when he slipped up—affectionate reminders of the promise he had made.

One evening, about halfway through the second month, Derek came to you, a bit nervous.

"So, uh, I know I’m supposed to do whatever you want for four months, but..." he trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. "What if... what if I told you that I kind of... like doing this? You know, taking care of you?"

You grinned, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Well, Derek, I’m glad to hear it. Because, you see, you’ve still got two more months left of this."

He groaned dramatically, but this time, there was no frustration behind it—just a tired but affectionate smile.

"Yeah, I know," he said, pulling you into his arms. "I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. But I *really* don’t think I’ll ever make that mistake again."

You laughed, kissing him softly. "I hope not."

And so, over the course of the next two months, Derek became a master of doing your bidding, and the two of you grew even closer.

As his “sentence” came to an end, you couldn’t help but feel a bittersweet tinge in your heart.

"So, what happens when the four months are up?" Derek asked, looking down at you as you both sat on the couch one last time.

You smiled, slipping your hand into his. "I think we’ve both learned a lot. But I’m not done with you yet."

Derek’s eyebrows shot up. "What do you mean by that?"

You grinned, leaning in close. "You really think I’m going to let you off that easy? We’ve still got a *lot* of unfinished business, Derek."

Derek let out a groan, but this time, it was with affection. "You’re never going to let me forget, are you?"

"Not a chance," you said, laughing softly. "Now, get to work, servant."

[stellalimned]

The beast and its handlers fall to the onslaught, allowing us free access into the rest of the academy and monastery grounds. Up ahead, I note that the golem that had stood just beyond the reception hall has fallen, and as we traverse the hall, I step around its fallen carcass and the rubble surrounding it.

So much mess... what a far cry from the monastery I remember. I did not get a chance to register the full scope of destruction during the invasion, and now as I look around, the image of a cracked doll comes to mind at the state of the place. It can be repaired, with hard work and dedication, but it will never be exactly the same. I do not know what to think about it... save, perhaps, that it is good we have survived long enough that we may get to see this through. And I am struck with the sense that I see myself identifying with this place. Like Professor Lambert, like me, Garreg Mach fell, was likely destined to be destroyed; yet here we are, fighting on its behalf to grant it a second chance at life. Something clenches in my chest at the notion, and I turn away, focusing on the banter of my allies.

The lancer of the two blond cavaliers asks a question, and I tilt my head in thought. "In the long-term, I am anticipating returning to classes. While this situation has been an excellent test of practical application, I am ready to continue studying theory and completing schoolwork assignments. As for the short-term..." I pause and glance in the direction of the dorms, then the dining hall, "... a clean and new set of clothes would be appreciated, and... perhaps some fresh sweet buns, as I have not had any since we were forced out... such an indulgence would be appropriate in the face of victory, correct?"

Player Unit 8 moves up 1 node. No enemies left!

To the Man Who Sold the World: 🖕

TOA Epiphany finale | Unit 8

[jonyxtion]

Social Media Profile

Romance: Felix

Finally finished the first social media profile for one of my two mcs for @pavedinashes-if, took way to long(thanks life beeing difficult for that), but alas i am rather happy how it turned out.

Also thanks to sai, who was so kind to send me the profile pics of the ros, so that i could finish the profile. Also hopefully the next one is gonna be ready faster this time.

Anyways, now im gonna wait paitiently for the demo of @dereliction-if and PiA, and if you haven't checked both out, i recommend to do it, it is definetly worth it.

[saturnaous]

I don’t like ingo and emmet at all. does anybody wanna hit them with trains together

[crowempress]

FAMILIES IN NEED OF FUNDS 🍉

Here are some fundraisers that have reached out to me in the past few days. Please boost and if you are able to donate, please send even a few dollars to one of the campaigns below. Small contributions from many people will make change!

Some of these are not yet vetted, but are very likely legitimate, please boost in hopes we can get these families vetted so their campaigns can pick up more traction!

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Help Mohammed and his Family Escape War $4,034 USD / $35,000, Fundraiser Post (In process of being vetted, digital footprint is legitimate)

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[faeriegirl]

i want everyone to know that i'm currently being followed and stalked by multiple people in the community. if you are aware of who these people's are, i request you unfollow me and block, or avoid these individuals.

i don't copy other people's characters. i am no longer interested in these individuals. i request they and their community leave me alone like i've asked.

they have been bullying me and gaslighting me for ages, and they think i'm somehow stealing from them over one drawing that has nothing to do with their character.

@miss-mossball @duckroulette @humanpygmysasquatch

please leave me alone. it's been a very long time. quit following me around and trying to harass me.

i never wanted to speak publicly about these. leave me alone.

this situation has, for years, caused me a lot of emotional duress. i would appreciate it if you'd all quit reopening those old wounds. i get it, you do not respect me, and you never will.

please quit spreading rumors about me. i have respected you, now i ask you to do the same for me. i terminated our relationship for a reason. please think about what you're doing to a stranger online.

[thekenobee]

Listen, deer

I don't have TIME ok I have a job and a stupid book club I don't like and an exam to study for and like six other unhealthy obsessions I do not have TIME to obsess over every instance of this ridiculous man's ridiculous face

I mean WHO even LOOKS like that

OKAY DEER i know ok I spend far too much time on socials because I don’t have a job (yet, I’m starting next week) and am finishing my BA (which is finished, I’m just awaiting my defence) ok so I have SO MUCH time obsessing over this man’s face Ok

Yeah, im with you- WHO even LOOKS like that

Also look at his collarbones

I mean sir do you have. To be this EXTRA

[izzy-b-hands]

I will be forever grateful i can be on this new med. it's one a lot of folks also need and can struggle to have access to! It's important i be on it, especially if i start doing any vid collabs

(some of which, really, all of which, i unfortunately actually need to cancel that were in the preplanning stages, bc the election results have me wanting to wait and see how the general atmosphere of the country is before i agree to meet up with anyone. I feel bad for cancelling, but also i just can't know for sure how safe things are/might be going forward and I'd rather avoid the potential of. ya know. various not great things that could happen at a meet up, tho i would certainly hope they wouldn't. i don't feel like actually addressing them rn, u guys know what i mean)

That said, if the truvada initial side effects could fuck off asap would be so lovely. three weeks at worst, then they should be gone/much better or so i am told. really hope that's true bc losing my mornings to being dizzy and nauseous is Not Working for me lmao. im on week two, and now understand why my new doc said to call if i needed any 'cheerleading' and support to get thru the side effects, bc apparently she's done that for several ppl to make sure they actually make it thru the three weeks and keep on it (lovely of her!!)

[akkivee]

i care very much about stage mtc lol:

alan-san is very pretty lol like i wish i could say he’s the prettiest samatoki but that’s also a judgement based on the assumption that samatoki has given us anything under an 11 LOL

but he’s still a gorgeous samatoki lol

asanuma-san is a god tier seiyuu so anyone having to embody samatoki i doubt can capture what asanuma-san does with samatoki’s voice but alan-san’s take isn’t bad i don’t think!!!!!

like when he raps aggressively, it’s really cool lol

stage samatoki is like, the most emotional sad boy samatoki we’ve gotten and alan-san’s face sure does give it just that man just looks so sad sometimes lol

this is less to do with his samatoki and more of himself lol, but during a separate event unaffiliated with hypstage but featured a handful of them, he challenged akira-san to a video game on the basis that because both their names start with the letter 🅰️, they gotta throw down because there can only be one Ace in town and that was so funny he’s a goober lmao

asanuma-san made a very similar joke the year prior to that event and that’s how i know he shared the samatoki braincell LOL

throwback to the samatoki cross talk where he and asanuma-san had to guess what’s samatoki’s default pose on the official website. asanuma-san got it right but alan-san didn’t and upon getting it wrong, he attempted to run out from the venue LOL

mi…………….. mizue kenta sir 🥺🥺🥺

he’s slain many a human with that face of his and i’m not strong enough to fight it either lmao

juto used to have a modicum of coolness in the beginning and has been nerfed significantly over the years lmao but mizue-san’s juto is an old relic from those times lol

like it’s so funny to me both komada-san and mizue-san used to voice juto on a higher register but eventually deepened his voice as their perception of the character changed lol

mizue-san is legendary at video games and i’m not saying juto’s gamer status came from him but—

speaking of arb lol y’all know that one horn-knee bait juto card with the handcuffs????? mizue-san’s juto said hold my beer and showed the true hornee juto bait lol

like what do you mean he gets TWO solos where he tramples on and seduces men?????????????

there’s a scene at the end of track 4 where once that conflict had been resolved, juto quietly walked up beside samatoki, who was brooding to himself, and expressed an ice cold rage towards samatoki for leaving his team behind in that conflict that has stayed with me lol it’s probably the mtc moment i think about most

besides the rep live skit where samatoki gets falsely arrested but wants to stay arrested because rio wants to feed him so juto’s running back and forth confusedly trying to extend samatoki’s sentence LOL

RIO MY MAN IS SUCH A CHARACTER IN THE STAGE LOL

canon rio’s stoicism is surface level actually like stage rio is more along the lines of stern with a very heavy side helping of silly and i like to that it’s the version of rio canon rio thinks he is lol

that doesn’t mean stage rio isn’t cool tho like his rap game is no joke 😭👌

that part in bop2023 where they do a solos relay and as rio’s solo transitions to juto’s he goes, ‘juto, rock that shit’ and i lose my shit tbh LOL especially when you see that pleased smile on juto’s face pls!!!!!

byrnes-san is the brand of wasian that’s good at english and i enjoyed reading reports of rio’s english lessons during mtc’s rep live

and then to come back later in bop2023 hyping the crowd up with english their japanese audience didn’t understand so he scolded them for not studying it came full circle i want to cry—

[gender-euphowrya]

my mom bought me orange juice because ''it's got loads of vitamins'' and she offers me some and i'm thinking "i gotta say yes bcs that's her way of communicating that she loves me" and then she brings it to me in my pride cup from my first pride parade