#im at like chapter 4 i think??????

[puppyeared]

Started listening to JTTW

[screechingfromthevoid]

Watched 4-sided dive because of course I did and I'm loving the "thirty or so Oryms?" "Dorian's dream!"

Dorian 27 year old virgin Storm would not know what to DO with 30 Oryms. He barely knows what to do with a SINGLE Orym.

Orym "they were a passionate couple" Ashari however. Would be that "do you think you could take them" lil nas x tweet

[aurorangen]

I keep thinking back to those times

Transcript:

[Vincent thought his teddy bear had come to life, but it was Harvey squirming around. He can't believe he is a Dad now; the warmth of his son reminded him of his own Dad, to a time when it all seemed normal]

Renee: [holding Harvey in her arms] Hey how is everythi-…are you sweating Vince? Vincent: [lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding in, his eyes are still closed] Hmm?

Renee: I'll keep an eye on our boys. You should go rest. [Having heard Renee's gentle voice amid all the painful memories put his mind at ease and back to reality again. Although, he can't help but think back to the time when the Reichmanns changed his life]

[qoldenskies]

finished the outline for CW, its gonna be a total of 28 chapters! some parts in the middle im still a little iffy on but i have all the broadstrokes/know exactly where all the big important scenes are placed >:) including a lot of things im very excited for

chapter 11 in particular. them running low on painkillers is something i am setting up on purpose for the events of that chapter. this is your only warning

[ofmdee]

keeping his scales clean 🤭

[evangelistofmurder]

Chapter 4 Musing + Bonus thoughts in tags

I've been thinking about this recently and realized: Yakou did have a chance of surviving the gas but made the deliberate choice not to:

[Solution Key - Toxic Gas Properties]

Yakou could have asked Desuhiko for a space suit; I don't even think the latter would question it either, this hammers more of the fact that the plan was a murder-suicide from the start. Though, this is the same man who takes dying over and over again in considering and still went through with it.

He really only needed Desuhiko's and Fubuki's fortes to enact the murder, but he brings Halara and Vivia to the lab as well. Yakou knows damn well the peacekeepers, especially Yomi will look for any excuse to arrest/execute the NDA. He brings Halara and Vivia to protect Fubuki, Desuhiko and Yuma; Yomi accuses the remaining NDA detectives for Yakou's 'murder' anyways. It was somewhat fruitless but the fact of the matter is to say even when lying to the others he did still care about them. Just as much as Yakou cared about the NDA the latter cared about Yakou just as much too. Yakou was really the heart of the NDA; Yakou just never took into account that everyone else would try desperately to save his life instead of just leaving him. (Going on a whim, to say he probably thought they'd just leave like how his former detectives left to join the peackeepers).

Yuma trying to beg Yomi to get Yakou medical attention, Fubuki using all her energy to rewind time in order save him, Halara administrating first aid after fighting the peackeepers, Desuhiko having to tell Fubuki to not to turn back time any further so the Chief can rest because it is too late and Vivia just standing there walking away since he doesn't know how to deal with it and express it directly. Hell, Halara was potentially giving CPR to his corpse in hopes that he'd stay alive after Yuma and Vivia checked Huesca's logs.

Finally, there's everyone's collective survivors guilt. It's safe to assume everyone knew what happened before Number One called in whether Yuma or Vivia said something; There's also Kurumi who wasn't even at the lab asking if they made a mistake by going.

In closing, it's a tragedy in every single way and I don't even think I hit everything in this musing; To me this is more focused on the NDA's perception of events

[I'd appreciate if people made responses to this by the way!!]

[puredoesnotmeankind]

14 days since my rat bastard babygirl left me alone come morning. Aerin, if you're reading this, I miss you, please come back

[tennessoui]

new wip wednesday

i wanted to get the first chapter of this done as an early bday present to me because ive been talking about this fic for foreverrrrr but its not gonna happen because im bad at measuring time and effort 😮‍💨 but look! hunger games au fic!

Anakin pushes his face into his neck, letting his lips press against his pulse for a moment. 

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan murmurs, recognition and warning rolled into one tone. 

But Anakin wouldn’t be who he is if he allowed the man in his arms to so easily twist away. He wouldn’t even be here now, pressed up against him with the scent of saltwater and lilacs and leather filling his nose, if he let one warning word distract him from his goal.

So instead he pushes further, wraps his hands around Obi-Wan’s hips and takes the skin beneath his lips between his teeth. The soft fabric of their pants brush together, so loud in the stillness of the kitchen that it’s deafening—that it’s almost loud enough to drown out the catch in Obi-Wan’s breathing.

But Anakin has trained himself over the past five years to listen for all the small ways that Obi-Wan Kenobi capitulates, so he hears his sigh, feels the slump of his shoulders against his own as his head sways forward and then back.

Anakin takes his time worrying a bitemark into his neck, just at the edge of his beard. On the holos that will film Obi-Wan’s face today, it’ll look like a shadow. 

But Anakin will know. Obi-Wan will know. 

“Anakin,” his lover murmurs, and Anakin’s hand moves from his waist up to stroke down his arm, corded with tense muscle. Fisherman’s muscle. Victor’s muscle too.

Not today, he means. It’s obvious in every line of his body. It’s obvious in the fact that he left the bed so early in the morning when neither of them must work. It’s obvious in the distance in his eyes, the frown across his lips.

Today is not a day where Obi-Wan will accept pleasure from anyone’s lips or hands, undeserving as he feels to be on the receiving end of such a kindness.

Anakin’s left hand falls to cover Obi-Wan’s, tangling their fingers together. His are rougher than Obi-Wan’s, working man’s hands now that he is twenty-one and a man of the sea like most are on Stewjon. The rough drag of his calluses over the hairy knuckles of Obi-Wan’s hand makes Anakin swallow a smile. Victors of the Hunger Games are forbidden from working laborious jobs. They’re meant to languish away in their Coruscanti-funded manors, with idle minds and idle hands, picking at paints or design stencils or any number of different government approved hobbies

Obi-Wan Kenobi is not made to be idle. He has no patience for painting or sewing, for cooking or jewelry design. Luckily for him, Stewjon is the fourth planet from Coruscant, on the edge of the inner rim, and it’s rather small, rather ordinary. In the colder months, during the few months of the star year where the galaxy is not forced to care about the Hunger Games and its Victors, he can slip away to the ocean. Fish and sail like he was born to do, Stewjoni through and through.

But Anakin is out on those choppy seas year-round now that he’s four years finished with his compulsory education. His hands are rougher than Obi-Wan’s and they always will be.

Anakin likes it. Likes the way Obi-Wan’s softness contrasts against his own rougher places. Likes that he can sneak away from Obi-Wan’s manor in the blue of the pre-dawn light, first to the sea and then to the market, and Obi-Wan will be there when he gets back. Likes that when he leaves, his lover is curled up asleep in their bed. And when he returns with the fattest fish from his haul, Anakin can cook it for him too. 

He likes that he is the only thing Obi-Wan needs. He provides. He cooks for him. He feeds him. He touches him with his rough hands, to dirty him and then to clean him up. Everything that Obi-Wan needs, Anakin is the person to give it to him.

He supposes he has Coruscant to thank for that.

He’s not stupid enough to say that—ever, but especially today. Especially on the day of the Reaping. 

[iisenyx]

his design caught my eye in the beginning but when i actually met him in game..

[thickenmyblood]

hi maca :) do u already know when you can post chapter 20? im so sad about hiuh ending but also so excited for some happiness :( also, will it really only be 20 chapters or will you add one or two more? in any case, thanks so much for all the time and effort you put into this! I loved every second I spent reading this fic <3

hello!!! well, i was supposed to post ch20 on feb 1st . . . but that obviously did not happen. this month is the month though!!!! I'll try to make it happen before march.

about the chapter: yes, it's the last chapter ever. there will be no more. ever. honestly, I don't think you'll want another chapter after this considering the rough draft I'm working with is 250 PAGES

[pup-pee]

so i have a problem & its called rereading this fic i just quickly doodled these 2 thingss but ill prolly make an actual piece bc i think about this a lot

sunshine. falling.

u can decide which part of the convo theyre on kfjsdh

gift 4 @radioactive-earthshine

HERES THE FIC AGAIN BC I REALIZE THE LINK MIGHT NOT LINK? ignore mefjksdh\

((idk y the quality is so badfjsdgf BUT THE DIALOUGE WAS CUTE OK ik part of it was from superboy & the ravers (#7) but just ok just))

this is like a couple weeks old @ this point idk y i never posted it

[seth-ballz]

i fear i may be wrong 🥲🥲

i did some math (quite literally) and i now think episode 7 will end just before the dreaded fight of mayuri vs pernida... so somewhere in chapter 635.

at least we kenmayu shippers get a crumb next episode, this scene is for sure getting animated

[deus-ex-mona]

kinda thinking about t h e m again…

[soriastrider]

Hi! Hope this isn't a bother, but is the DirkJake alien fic still being updated?

hi! not a bother at all, no worries. yes, i’m still working on it, and i absolutely intend to post more chapters! i'm so sorry for how long it’s been since i updated it omg. the next chapter is done except for editing, i just haven't finished that yet (for a number of reasons). but i'll do my best to get that done soon so i can update the fic again :)

[isa-ah]

thatmfic made me insane. I'm insane now. what do I do now that I've caught up? roam the tag and draw fanart I guess???

[madebysimblr]

Sorella: You know, if you finish your assignments as they are assigned- you don't have to stay up late the night before they're due.

Envy: Where is the fun in that!? Besides, I'm in lyric writing mode. Couldn't focus on school work if I tried.

Sorella: Ah, understandable.

knock at the door

Envy: You expecting anyone?

Sorella: Nope.

Envy: Amina! You didn't say you were stopping by!

Amina: I know, I just wanted to book Mystress for a gig!

Envy: Wh-[SQUEALS] GIRL! That ring!! He finally nutted up and asked????

Amina: [laughs] He finally did!!

Envy: Congrats!!! When? How? Lemme see this rock!

Amina: Harvestfest. Just asked me in front of his whole family after dinner. I don't think I wore clothes all weekend [laughs]

Envy: Good for you! But you wanna book us? You know we're not a wedding band, right?

Amina: Oh I know, but a gig is a gig right? Joy's new boyfriend is a DJ- so he'll take care of some of the reception. But I'd like some live music.

Envy: You'll pay us in actual cash right?

Amina: Of course!!

Envy: I'll ask the others, but I'm down! When is the wedding?

Amina: Date is not saved yet. But that's next on my list. I'll let you know ASAP.

Envy: Alright, cool. Hey maybe we'll get our big break in the interim and you'll have a famous band locked in for your wedding.

Amina: If there's any justice in the world it'll happen! Ok, gotta go. Thanks Envy!

Envy: Of course! Congratulations again. Eli is one hell of a lucky man!

Amina: [laughs] And he knows it!

Sorella: Who was that?

Envy: Oh, friend of my older sister's. Kinda like a sister to me too. SO glad Eli finally popped the question, anyone would be an idiot not to lock her down.

Sorella: Ahhhh.

Envy: You think you'll ever get married? I don't know if that life is for me.

Sorella: [shrugs] I haven't really thought about it. No one in my family gets married until they're like… 30 anyway.

Envy: Girl you are such a liar. I see those googly eyes you make at Alex.

Sorella: I don't know what you're talking about.