#it could be thirteen too though tbh

[sceletaflores]

slippin' and slidin' all over you!

pair: logan howlett x fem!reader

wc: 4k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, sweating, mutual masturbation, sweat licking (i don't know???), not-so-dry humping, p in v, JUST THE TIP RAHHH, creampie, fingering (fem!recieving), oral sex (fem!receiving), come swapping, come eating, literally over four thousand words of pure nasty smut, this is gross lowkey, idk i'm h*rny, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.

nat’s note: very much not the winner or even an option of the poll i posted last week but...shhh don't hate me. it’s october and over 80 every single day, what the fuck is that? only good thing that came from this heat is thoughts of nasty sweaty sex with logan. once again shoutout to my wonderful husband @ebodebo for reading this over for me (i successfully changed her vendetta against sucking up some man sweat...which was the real point of this fic tbh) go give her fics some love if you're a slut for ghost! kisses!

logan forgot to fix the ac...

It's too hot out to be alive. 36°C and sunny.

One of the hottest days in recent memory for Alberta, and you're really feeling it.

"Remind me," you say slowly, the first words spoken in almost ten minutes. "How many times did I ask you to fix the air conditioner?"

"Don't start," Logan says from his spot across the room. His head is tipped back to rest on the couch cushion, eyes slipped shut.

You ignore him, lazily rolling your head to the side to look at him through squinted eyes, your brows furrowed in thought. "Was it ten? Or maybe thirteen?"

Logan huffs a breath, slow and heavy, but he doesn't move--doesn't even open his eyes. “I said don’t start,” he mutters again, though there’s the faintest edge of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Don't worry baby," you say, voice pitched lower in a terrible impersonation of Logan. "I'll get to it, promise. Won’t get too hot for another couple months."

Logan finally cracks an eye open, just enough to give you a sideways glance, his mouth twitching with amusement. "You done?"

You hum noncommittally, the sound lingering in the air like the lazy summer breeze doing nothing to cool the temperature outside. Your gaze slips down the side of his face to trace the jut of his jaw, then lower to the sweaty column of his neck. 

Both you and Logan lost most of your clothes earlier in the day, too hot to bother wearing anything but underwear. You trudged around the house like zombies until you finally gave up on trying to be productive, you both ended up in the living room. 

All the windows are cracked open, trying in vain to let in any cool air. You claimed the armchair closest to the fan, refusing to be anywhere near Logan and the massive heat wave he constantly gives off.

Logan’s on the couch, stripped down to the thinnest pair of sleep shorts you’ve ever seen. His chest is bare, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat that mats the dark hair dusted along his pecs to his skin. 

You can’t help the way your eyes follow the drops of moisture that slide slowly down the contours of his abs. A low heat starting to swirl through your gut when it disappears into his happy trail.

It's funny. When you basically peeled yourself off your mattress this morning, sex was the absolute last thing on your mind.

Now, as your eyes glide over the strong expanse of Logan's body on full display, you're having second thoughts.

Maybe it just comes with the heat. That sort of slow, syrupy feeling that slides along your overheated skin to pulse pleasantly between your thighs.

A bead of sweat slides down the length of your spine slowly, falling until it soaks into the damp waistband of your panties. You try to not notice how Logan is halfway across the room, not touching you.

You fail.

“It’s just a shame, though,” you start, fingers idly toying with the hem of your tank top. “If it was cooler, I could come over there.”

You slide a leg up, letting it rest against the wooden rest, newly exposed skin gleaming under the sunlight filtering in. 

The move isn't lost on Logan. You see his jaw clench slightly, the tiniest shift in his posture.

"Something you wanted?" Logan asks, his voice going low and teasing. "Looks like you've been gettin' yourself all worked up over there."

“Just thinking,” you reply, shifting slightly on the sticky leather of the chair.

Logan’s fingers twitch at his sides, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths. His eyes slide the rest of the way open, his gaze heavy and lingering as it ventures down to where your thin shirt sticks to your skin, outlining every curve.

“Oh yeah?” he prompts, his voice a little rougher now. “Thinkin’ about what, baby?”

“You,” you say easily, fingers slipping down to your thigh. You bring your other leg up, perching it against the opposite armrest. Your thighs spread wide enough that you know Logan has a full view of the wet spot growing along the gusset of your panties.

The hitch in Logan’s breath has you stifling a smug smile, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch the way his chest starts rising faster.

"That's real sweet, sugar," he drawls, an unimpressed look on his face as he drags his eyes back up to your own. "But if you're tryin' to get me over there, you're gonna have to do better than that." His voice slides through the air heavy and warm like molasses.

You bite back a grin, enjoying the slow game that's unfolding between the two of you. 

"Maybe I don’t want you to come over here," you let your fingers trail a little lower, just to the edge of your panties, teasing. “Maybe I like you right where you are.”

Logan’s brow raises, his thighs tensing before he spreads them just a touch wider. The fabric of his boxers goes taut over the strong muscle, riding up to expose even more hairy skin to your greedy eyes.

"You're playin' with fire, kid," he warns.

The tent in his shorts is obvious now, the hard length of his cock pressing against the fabric where it lays across his thigh. Your other hand twitches by your side at just the sight, your pussy throbbing with the sudden need to be filled.

"Am I?" you murmur, your fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties, just enough to make sure he knows exactly where this is headed. ”It’s not like you’re going to do anything about it, you’re too busy pouting."

With a deliberate slowness, you slide your fingers lower, brushing against your clit with just enough pressure to let out a soft gasp at the contact. You arch your back slightly, relishing in the way the air feels against your skin, hot and sticky.

You want him to see how badly you need him—how his heat is the only thing that could truly satisfy the insatiable ache building between your legs.

Logan's nostrils flare, jaw tightening and eyes darkening at the sight of you teasing yourself. His restraint is slipping, and you can practically feel the tension building in the room, thick and stifling like the oppressive summer heat. 

But he still doesn’t move, doesn’t rush over like you expect him to. Instead, he shifts his hips slightly, spreading his legs wider and letting his hand fall on his thigh. 

You can’t help the way your breath quickens at the sight, the way his fingers drift dangerously close to his own growing bulge, teasing you just as much as you’re teasing him. 

You tilt your head to the side, gazing at him through your lashes. “You're really just gonna leave me hanging?” you goad, fingers circling lazily around your sensitive clit. “Come on stud, whip it out.”

Logan chuckles low, a sound that sends shivers through you. "Is that what you want, baby?" he asks, voice thick and taunting, a smirk curling on his lips. “You want me to whip it out for you?”

“Yeah,” you murmur breathlessly, biting your lip as you maintain eye contact, your breath starting to come in short bursts. “I need to see you, Logan. Need to see how hard you are for me.”

“Need to, huh,” he muses slowly, fingers finally grazing over the hard length of his cock. “What’s in it for me?”

“How about this?” You slip your hand out from your ruined panties, fingers glistening with your own wetness as you hook your thumbs on either side and drag them down your legs.

You let the soaked cotton fall to the floor, leaving you completely exposed to him.

Logan’s pupils dilate, an inky black completely swallowing the warm hazel. He licks his lips slowly, the tip of his tongue running along his teeth like he wants to sink them into you. His cock twitches visibly beneath his shorts, the growing tension in the air between you thick enough to choke on.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, his voice low and gravelly, more of a growl than a word.

You smile, shifting in the chair to give him an even better view, your legs spreading wider. "Yeah?" you purr, running your fingers over your slick inner thigh, feeling the heat radiating from your own skin. “You like what you see?”

Logan swallows hard, his hand finally slipping beneath the waistband of his shorts, palming his cock as he watches you. “You know I do,” he says, voice rougher than before. 

You let your hand trail back down to your clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles as you hold his gaze. “Then show me, Logan,” you whisper, your voice almost a plea now. "I wanna see you."

Logan lets out a low, rumbling groan, his fingers making quick work of shoving his shorts down enough to free his cock. It springs free to slap lewdly against his stomach and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips at the sight.

He strokes himself slowly to start, his eyes locked on you, watching your every reaction, feeding off the way your chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths.

"Like this?" he asks, his tone taunting as he strokes himself from base to tip, his thumb swiping over the head with a low hiss. “That what you wanted?”

Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him, straining and in his hand. The sight of his thumb brushing over the tip of his cock sends a hot, electric pulse through your body, your hand between your legs moving in time with his slow strokes.

"Yeah," you whisper, voice trembling with need. "Just like that."

You slip your hand lower, sliding two fingers inside yourself with a low moan. Logan groans like he’s the one being touched, his hand speeds up, eyes glued to where your fingers disappear in your slick heat.

His cock leaks pre-come over his knuckles each time his fist passes over the dripping head, the wet sound of it mixing with the low hum of the fan and your own breathy sighs.

"You look so fuckin' good like this honey," Logan groans, his voice rough, strained. "All spread out, playing with that pretty pussy for me."

You whimper at his words, your body aching for more than just your own touch. You need him, need the feel of his rough hands on your skin, his mouth, his cock—anything.

Your fingers move faster, slipping deeper inside with each pump, but it’s still not enough. The stretch is nothing compared to taking Logan, to the feeling of him carving a place for his thick cock inside your pussy, hitting that spot inside you that your fingers can’t quite reach.

Your hips buck up towards your hand, your back arching off the chair as your free hand clutches the armrest tightly.

Logan’s pace quickens, his fist pumping his cock with a new urgency, heavy balls bouncing with every rough tug.

“God, look at you, such a needy fuckin’ thing” he growls, chest heaving as his gaze flicks between your flushed face and the glistening mess you’re making of yourself like he can’t decide where to look. “You want it bad, don’t you?”

"Please," you whine, desperation creeping into your voice. Too keyed up to draw this out any longer. “I need you inside me, Logan. I can’t take it anymore.”

Logan groans, a sound that rumbles deep in his chest. His hand falters slightly on his cock, squeezing hard around the base as your words push him dangerously close to the edge. His jaw clenches, eyes raking over you, and with a growl, he stands. 

The last threads of his restraint snapping.

 He crosses the room in two long strides, towering over you where you sit. His cock swollen and hard, sways between his legs with every step, glistening with pre-come that drips to the floor. His eyes, hooded and burning, drink you in as he reaches down, yanking your hand away from your slick heat.

“Thought you said it was too hot to move,” you tease breathlessly, unable to quit egging him on even when your legs start to tremble with need, spreading wider to welcome him.

Logan ignores you, tugging your hand to his lips. Your breath catches in your chest, a weak moan escaping you as he takes your soaked fingers in his mouth. His tongue swirling along your skin to taste you, his eyes never leaving yours as he does.

“Changed my mind,” he growls, strong hands rough and possessive as they drop your wrist and haul you out of the chair so he can spin around, collapsing into it with you in his lap. The wood gives a warning creak beneath you but neither of you care.

Not when his mouth is on yours, hot and demanding as he slides his tongue past the seam of your lips. The heat radiating off his body is suffocating, but you welcome it—craving the weight of him on you.

You melt against him, feeling the hard planes of his body against yours, every inch of him alive and pulsating with need. Logan’s hands find their way to your hips, fingers digging in just enough to send a rush coursing through you.

It’s intoxicating, the way he devours you, his hands exploring every inch of your back, grasping and pulling you impossibly closer. 

The hard jut of his cock presses against your thigh, a thick plane of heat that makes your pussy throb with need. You shift your hips, grinding down on him in messy circles.

“You feel that?” he growls, lips brushing against your ear. “That’s all for you, darlin’.”

“Need you,” you whimper, grinding down against him faster, desperate for the friction that sends pleasure rippling through you. “Please, Logan, I need you inside me now.”

“Hold on, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending sparks all up your spine.

He dips his head, capturing your lips again, while his hands roam hungrily down your sides, fingers curling around your thighs to urge your legs open wider. “You wanna tease me, you’re gonna have to get off just like this.”

Logan angles his hips so that his cock slips between your drenched folds the next time you roll your own down.

The hot, slick glide sends electric shocks of pleasure racing through you, your body responding instinctively to his touch. You gasp against his lips, fingers tangling in his hair as you push down, desperate for more.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ wet,” he growls, his voice dripping with lust as he watches your movements with hungry eyes. “Just for me, huh? She’s droolin’ just for me.”

You nod breathlessly, chasing the friction, craving the feel of him so close. You lift your hips and rock back down again, the blunt head of his cock brushing against your swollen clit, and you feel your body pulse in response. 

“More,” you plead, leaning in to nibble at his lower lip. “I need it.”

Logan pulls away, shaking his head with a wicked grin. “Come on, tough shot,” he says, giving your ass a quick smack and kneading the tender flesh in his hand roughly. “You’re gonna come like this, you can do it baby.”

You whine, dropping your chin to your chest. Your hands find his shoulders, nails digging crescent moons into the strong muscle. Your chest slips slickly against his, the front of your tank almost entirely soaked with sweat.

Yours or his, it doesn't matter. The white cotton turned transparent enough that your breasts are on full display, nipples hard and visible.

You watch a single bead of sweat make its way down the length of his throat. It trickles down and down and down until it dips between the pronounced muscles of his chest.

You duck your head, dragging your tongue up the valley of his pecs. A deep moan bursts from your lips, pussy drooling more slick over Logan’s cock at the coarse feel of his thick hair on your tongue, at the heady taste of his sweat filling your senses.

Logan groans, hands tightening their hold on your waist. The dull ache his strength leaves behind is enough to let you know that two hand shaped bruises will be blooming over your skin by tomorrow morning. 

“Come on, girly,” he encourages, nipping at the sweaty column of your throat, the sharp points of his teeth scraping along the sensitive skin deliciously. “Fuck me, give it to me good.”

Your hips speed up, his hard cock sliding through the slick folds of your cunt faster. The tip bumps against your clit deliciously with every move, smearing pre-come along the way to add even more to the mess between your legs.

“Gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he groans, breath puffing warm and hot agasint the slick skin of your lips. “Pump you so full of my come you’ll be leakin’ for a goddamn week.”

He shifts underneath you, the tip of his cock catching on your entrance just enough for it to push inside on the next grind of your hips.

The barely there fullness has you coming with a sharp cry, nails roughly dragging down Logan’s back hard enough to leave red welts that heal as you go.

The pain mixing with the pleasure of finally getting to feel the warm, wet suction of your pussy has Logan coming with a rough shout of your name. He throws his head back, hands tightening their grip on your hips enough to have your bones grinding together as he pumps you full of his come. 

“Logan…” you mewl, your pussy fluttering over the tip of his cock, greedy little clenches like you're trying to suck him the rest of the way in. Drunk on the way his release paints your insides, how you can feel each thick spray coating your walls to claim you in the rawest way.

Logan pulls back just far enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and smoldering as he watches you squirm in his lap.

"You’re not tapping out on me already, are you?" he teases, his voice rough and gravelly. "I thought you were tougher than that."

A weak, breathy laugh escapes you, but it’s cut short when he applies just a little more pressure, making your thighs quiver. "Not tapping out," you manage between shallow breaths, your head falling back against the chair. "But you’re—fuck—you’re insatiable."

Logan smirks, leaning in to nip at the sensitive skin of your throat, his teeth scraping just enough to send shivers coursing through you.

"When it comes to you, baby?" he murmurs against your skin, the heat of his breath fanning over your pulse point. "Fuckin’ always."

A lazily smile takes over your lips as you tighten your core and push, the rest of Logan’s come leaking out over his fingers. Logan groans, pressing his forehead to your shoulder to try and ground himself.

His cock throbs where it sways heavily between his thighs, still hard and ready to go even after he just came. His hand slips down your body, thick fingers running through the creamy mess of come and slick to messily push it back inside you.

“Fuckin’ shit, honey,” he groans lowly, pressing his thumb to your clit. “You’re gonna kill me.” 

Before you can respond, he stands again, gently placing your trembling form back into the chair and dropping to his knees in front of you.

Your breath hitches, legs widening despite the way your pussy shakes with overstimulation, like you can’t help but spread your legs for Logan anytime he wants.

Logan smirks up at you from between your legs, his lips already ghosting over the inside of your thigh. "Look at you," he growls, voice low and filled with lust. "Still so needy."

The slick heat of his tongue runs along your folds, lapping at the mess he just made of you. You let out a sharp gasp, thighs trembling as your fingers weave into his hair, tugging him closer.

The sensation is overwhelming—the rough, demanding pace of his tongue as it swirls around your clit, teasing you, while his hands grip your thighs with bruising force. Keeping you exactly where he wants you, keeping you spread open for his tongue.

Your body arches off the chair with a loud cry, every nerve alight with raw pleasure as he feasts on you, his growls vibrating against your sensitive skin.

"Fuck! Logan," you moan breathlessly, head falling back as you try to keep up with the sensations he's pulling from you.

The heat that was pooling low in your belly reignites, stoked by the way his tongue flicks faster against your clit, each stroke sending you higher.

Logan doesn’t let up, his tongue delving deeper, drinking in every moan, every shaky gasp as he drives you closer to the edge. He moans into your pussy, his own arousal clear in the way his hips buck into the air, seeking any kind of friction.

You tug on his hair harder, desperate for more, for release. "Logan, please," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with need.

"Atta’ girl," he rasps, his voice thick with desire as he watches your face contort with pleasure. "So fuckin’ pretty like this. You gonna give me another one, baby? Gonna come for me again?"

Every lick, every rough squeeze to your thighs, every teasing stroke sends you spiraling closer to that edge you’re dying to reach again. You can feel the heat radiating off him, his breath hot against your soaked skin and driving you wild.

“Logan, I—” You gasp, fingers tightening in his hair, urging him closer, closer, closer. “I’m so close—”

His eyes flick up to meet yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, nose and jaw glistening in your juices.

"Give it to me," he growls, the rough rasp of his voice sending a shiver through your overheated body. "I wanna feel you come on my tongue."

It’s all the encouragement you need. With a strangled cry, your body tenses, thighs quaking as the orgasm crashes over you.

Logan keeps his mouth on you, tongue working you through every pulse, drawing it out until you’re trembling and gasping, your body boneless in the chair.

When you finally come down, panting and spent, Logan pulls away. With one last kiss pressed over your clit, he makes his way up your body, not dropping eye contact as he settles over you.

His hand comes up to your face, thumbs meanly hooking into either side of your cheeks to gently force your mouth open. You part your lips willingly, the heat still radiating between you, a mix of lingering pleasure.

Logan leans in, and the intoxicating scent of sweat and sex surrounds you as he spits what he collected from between your legs back into your own mouth. 

Your cheeks burn with shame, a broken moan ringing through the space between you. Your glassy eyes stare into Logan’s, his own gaze so intense and all consuming you fight the urge to squirm.

"Swallow," he commands, unwavering. 

You hesitate for just a moment, caught off guard by the pure audacity, but the way his eyes darken with hunger makes your resolve crumble. With a breathless whimper, you obey, tasting the remnants of your own pleasure mingling with his, the act both humiliating and intensely arousing.

Logan watches you closely, his gaze never straying as you swallow, a dirty smirk creeping onto his lips. “That's my girl,” he praises, his tone thick with satisfaction.

As the taste lingers on your tongue, you can feel the weight of Logan’s stare like a physical touch.

“Think you can handle another round?” he teases, his voice low and sultry. “I don’t plan on letting you off that easy, kid. Not with all that mouthing off earlier.”

You catch your breath, shaking your head in exasperation. “You’re relentless,” you whisper, a hint of laughter in your voice, though your body betrays you, already craving more.

“Only for you, baby” he replies, brushing the strands of hair plastered to your sweaty forehead behind your ear. “Only for you.”

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mini nat's note: i started my period today chickens...that explains it...

[insomaniacat]

orv spoilers

tbh I'm so happy there is no explicit romance in orv (minus the brief stuff that happens with jhw and lhs) and because of that I feel like I've been able to appreciate kdj in such a profound way as a character

like sure i like joongdok and yoohankim but to me at least kdj has this level of asexuality to him that I don't usually associate him with anyone that romantically. And their relationships are still as complex and has such a great depth that they are like THE foundest of families and I can return to the kim dokja company at the end of the day as all of them being my comfort characters. you know that saying like 'i love you so much i'd make the world burn for you'? it's meant to be this dramatic line about how much you love someone (romantically), but kdj's company fully encapsulates this in a platonic way that just isn't cringey or anything like that

they are all so platonic but they love each other to such an unconditional way that they ALL decide to relive through all the scenarios again in the hope of finding kim dokja again. and later, they all help to write and spread a story - stories, the thing the reader loves - again, in hopes of bringing kdj back home. they aren't sure if it'll work, but it is through this love they all have that they don't give up and put their hope in this seemingly impossible method

and this is also what makes them fundamentally different from kdj. unlike kim dokja in the apocalypse, they do not have any sort of proof their methods will work. kdj has twsa - the novel he grew up reading, the novel he fantasized living in, the novel that he's spent 13 years following, learning every nook and cranny and probably even planning out his own way to survive the apocalypse from this lengthy novel. he has some sort of assurance his methods will work, with the amount of time hsy put into describing the settings (remember that twsa was not popular and one of the complaints was that tls123 put too much emphasis on the settings that deterred people from reading it, when really, that too was a way to ensure kdj survived the apocalypse later on). he has had time to reassure himself and plan for it, and probably had yjh case test them all

but kdj's company had no assurance - they did not grow up with a book that confirmed their methods of bringing kdj back would work. they did not have any 'third plans', no 'ressurections', no 'restarts', that kdj had in the apocalypse. all they had was their own hope - something kdj didn't have when he was fifteen sitting in that hospital bed after that failed suicide attempt, feeling like the whole world was against him. Until he searched up those three words on his phone. Those three words that were probably 'Ways of Survival'.

And then he found his hope in twsa. he found his hope in yjh, the protagonist made just for him. he found hope in the story that he believed in for the next thirteen years. the story that got him through high school, the CSATs, the military. his hope was in this tangible book that carried him through the apocalypse.

kdj's company had none of that. they only had their hope in kim dokja - the man they survived the scenarios with. they could only put their hope in their memories of surviving with the man that saved them, even though there was no evidence he lived in their world anymore. they had to put their hope in the fact that they remembered he existed, even though they had to acknowledge that they didn't know everything about him.

sing shong touches upon this idea a lot throughout orv - does something really exist if no one knows about it? or, in a more modern saying, did a fallen tree in a forest really fall if no one heard it? what proves the existence of something? what proves that something truly happened? sing shong seems to make it pretty clear that the existence of something can be represented metaphorically like a 'story', and stories need a 'reader', some sort of spectator that witnesses it, for the 'story' to exist.

for kim dokja, his final sacrifice, where he split into infinite little pieces scattered across the universe, was to ensure that everything existed. that open ending, as tragic as it was, was meant to be comforting. that his sacrifice was supposed to be so existences like you and me, are real. no matter how lonely we may feel throughout our lives, a metaphorical 'kim dokja' is looking at our own stories, spectating our own stories, even living our own lives himself.

and what i hate to say sometimes is that kim dokja is not really a character - he is an idea. he is an idea of some being affirming our lives, that it's real, that what we do from day to day, even something as simple as getting up in the mornings and brushing your teeth, or thumbing through a store catalog, matters. and this is why kim dokja sacrificed himself. for all the stories that may have not 'existed' if no one was watching it.

and it's out of love. this tragic, terrible love for the world, that eats away at yourself until you are nothing. but at least you exist.

[spyres-moved]

bootleg pokemon advent calender review

so my mom got me this pokemon-themed advent calender filled with a bunch of bootleg figurines earlier this month and i opened the first door at the time but i completely forgot about it until now. so with it being christmas eve i thought it would be fun to go through each figurine for funsies because i'm utterly fascinated with what i got.

day one: muk

this was the only one i had knowledge of throughout the entire month. at first i was thinking "well if you look at it as muk's shiny then it could be passable" before remembering that muk's shiny is green and not blue. regardless, congrats to muk on the blue goo and pronouns. 3/10

day two: reuniclus

i can never spell this damn thing's name. i was pleasantly surprised to see reuniverse though, as it was evident that this calender wasn't going to just be filled with gen one pokemon like i suspected. gen five was actually tied with gen one for the most figurines with six, surpringly! unfortunately there's nothing after gen six though, not even any regional variants.

back to reunicorn, this is definitely on the higher end just for being the correct colour lmao. the bottom part of reunionize does not look like that though. 8/10

day three: clefairy

one of the better figurines for sure! while it's still evidently of bootleg quality, it could feasibly pass as official just for being the correct colours. her doing the little metronome dance from the anime in her posing is a nice touch too! 9/10

day four: tyrunt

oh my god they poured tar on him. why are his eyes soulless. he looks possessed. this makes me sad i don't like this one. 2/10

day five: dedenne

she's a little confused but she's got the spirit, i think. needs to be more orange but i guess looking like you're made of cheese is fitting for a mouse-like creature. 6/10

day six: miltank

ohhh i really hate this thing. i'm not a miltank hater by any means but this one looks gross and mouldy to me. girl go have a bath. 1/10

day seven: arbok

WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY GIRL!!!!!! SHE'S FUCKING NAKED!!!!!! sure they got the colour right but they stole her patterns!!! her most stunning feature!!!!!! she was proud of those patterns!!!! AND THEY STOLE THEM FROM HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hatred and anger/10

day eight: primeape

i don't want to make any comments about the eyes since i don't have strabismus, but i like that they kept his anger. the personality still manages to shine through here. the rest of the figurine is just. whatever. not the worst but not the best just completely average. 5/10

day nine: pansage

sorry the picture is ass i don't want to retake it lol. confession: while i don't really have any strong opinions on the elemental monkeys compared to a lot of fans, i do have a bit of a soft spot for pansage because i think he's adorable. rewatching the bw anime a few years back awoke that in me, and i think this one is pretty cute too! something about the :3 face just gets to me. despite missing its cream colouring, i think one is pretty solid overall! 7/10

day ten: victini

behold the extremely rare and powerful mythical pokemon victini! truly a marvel to witness! anyway i don't like that it's missing its teeth but it's okay i guess. 4/10

day eleven:

i don't really have much to say on this one tbh? i like that they gave it a stand since it would just fall over with those stubby little legs i guess but i just. don't see anything to really talk about here. 3/10

day twelve: grumpig

not as soulless-looking as tyrunt was, and maybe it's helped partially by grumpig already having some dark grey in its usual colour scheme so it doesn't look thaaat unusual, but it's still not a good one. 3/10

day thirteen: slowking

gives me the same gross and mouldy vibes as miltank but not as bad i think. i like the pose. i don't think i've ever seen slowking cross its arms like that in any official pokemon media or merch so there's some points for uniqueness. 4/10

day fourteen: darumaka

my son murngus who i fed a ball. i love this thing. this is peak. we're never getting any better than this. tpci should make this official merch. love and peace/10

day fifteen: swirlix

this is my daughter white boy. while i have criticisms with the lumps being too pronounced (they should be softer and more subtle imo) and the lack of feet, i honestly kinda love this one? it reminds me of those pathetic white dogs that look like they'll fall over if you breathe on them too hard, and while the big bumps don't give the image of candy floss like they're supposed to, this reminds me of a cloud in a way, which is still lovely to think about. 9/10

day sixteen: beartic

who hurt you beartic. the colours are right at least but. the face. 3/10

days seventeen, eighteen and nineteen: croconaw, totodile, feraligatr

i got the whole family one after another so might as well cover them together.

croconaw: the sniler...... croconaw manages to be the definition of both creepy AND wet here. it's unsettling a little bit but it gives it some personality. 6/10

totodile: i do not like that mouth whatsoever. what the fuck. 2/10

feraligatr: i have to question why feraligatr is a slightly different shade of blue than its younger siblings but that's neither here nor there. it's alright but the eyes are a bit unnerving to me. 4/10

day twenty: chimchar

the only gen four pokemon of the batch, which is sad for me as a gen four fan. it's fine but this one lacks chimchar's signature flame tail. unfortunate since chimchar canonically farting out fire is a key characteristic to me. 5/10

day twenty one: gothitelle

i look like this irl. not really much to complain about with this one side from the lack of a mouth and the face being white rather than purple. i like the complete and utter torment in her eyes. i could fix her fr. 7/10

day twenty two: grovyle

dedicating this one to my fellow pmd fans! they fucking peeled our lad!! the pose is kinda cool though. 6/10

day twenty three: aurorus

this one is a falls into the category of ugly cute to me. they used the wrong shade of blue but it's still fine imo. i simultaneously like the eyes but also don't like them. i'm very conflicted on how i feel about the finer details of this one but it's okay overall imo. 6/10

day twenty four: psyduck

ngl i was kinda hoping for something special for the last one. maybe delibird to go with it being for christmas, or another legendary/mythical, but i've been rewatching the anime again recently and they are so fucking mean to misty's psyduck that it's borderline unpleasant to watch at times, so you know what? psyduck deserves this.

it's pretty alright for a bootleg too. they got all the colours and key details right, even if it's rather shoddy, so i'll be generous with this one. 9/10

if you read all of this then thank you for joining me on this journey. i'm so glad i spent christmas eve deciding to review shitty knock-off pokemon merch rather than celebrating with my friends and family. and i'm very sorry that i released these beasts from their prison and have made them everyone else's problem now.

[ophiespeaks]

i am, once again, crawling back to gravity falls. i’ve stayed out of the loop so i could explore thisisnotawebsitedotcom by myself, and here are some of my authentic discoveries: (I don’t know if any of these are even new, knowing the fandom you probably figured all of these out the day it dropped tbh)

-“SOOS” gives a document of how he and his gf are doing running the mystery shack, including a goat train that runs through the forest (i love them)

-“TADSTRANGE” gives an erotic bread montage, because why not

-“PINATA” gives an irl video narrated by bill of a little girl beating the shit out of a bill cipher pinata

-“EVENHISLIESARELIES” i was spoonfed this one but bill is astronomically down bad for ford and it’s literally canon??? “because winning made him feel special. and good god, did he want to feel special” bill cipher your gay is showing.

-“WADDLES” leads to a pig adoption website

-“SEASONTHREE” says season 2, “SEASONTWO” says season 1, and “SEASONONE” says season -1: anti-gravity falls.

-“PACIFICA” tells us that the northwests still keep tapestries of bill, perhaps they could/would have something to do with his return??? pacifica and a “friend” destroyed everything with bill’s triangle symbol on it though, she’s a real one.

-“PLATINUMPAZ” is a code you’re given discreetly upon entering the aforementioned “PACIFICA.” This document is written like fan fiction, but obviously it’s canon, and details pacifica’s experience following northwest mansion mystery. It’s a longer document but essentially pacifica SIKES bill cipher like the girlboss she is when he tries to make a dream deal with her.

-“PINES” just says “a good family tree” lmao

-“SIXER” case file on Ford’s hand, written by (?) someone in the us government, apparently even as far back as when the Stans were 18, the government was working on cloning, so there’s that. Also, Ford is a finger donor!

-“BLINDEYE” gives one of those eye doctor letter tests, VERY blurry. if there’s a code here my blind ass hasn’t been able to decipher it. EDIT: it’s not blurry when you first try it!!! if you click on it it becomes blurry and i no longer know what the letters are.

-“MATPAT” and “GAMETHEORY” matthew patrick i am in your walls. it’s a video of beloved internet dad, Matpat from the Theory channels, saying we’re on our own for this one. Mathew if you don’t make a retirement special when this is all over, spoon-feeding me the answers i will do something illegal. Also, one of the notes on his board seems to read “abigail northwest,” but it’s not a code you can enter, so i’m not sure what it means.

-“GRAVITYFALLS” says ‘never heard of it’, alex hirsch when i catch you alex hirsch

-“MABEL” adds stickers and stars to the screen, eventually saying ‘lab now fully mabelized’ they stay there forever even if you relog the website.

-“DIPPER” tells pine tree to stare at the page for thirteen hours. spamming it changes the note, telling dipper he’s getting closer, but eventually the whole thing blacks out.

-“STANFORD” and “FORD” brings up the same page as “SIXER”, they are one and the same after all.

-“MCGUCKET” and “FIDDLEFORD” link to Cotton Eyed Joe by Rednex

-“STANLEY” and “STAN” links to ebay listings of brass knuckles

-“BILL” links to a sesame street video from 1969, jazzy triangle meets a square square. BillFord canon??? meanwhile, “CIPHER” and “BILLCIPHER”leads to the wikipedia page for the Eye of Providence, or the eye that watches the work of mankind.

-“GIDEON” leads to a google search of sweat-resistant bolo ties

-“LOVE” opens a book called ‘the love triangle”, tapping on it starts an audiobook of the first page of this book, detailing the narrator falling in love with bill cipher in a romantic period-piece. 10/10, but too short. give me the whole book.

-“GOD” links to a video of an Axolotl swimming in front of a submerged bill cipher statue. upon entering “GOD” again, the video does not play, some of the other videos behave in the same way such as “MATPAT.”

-“BLENDIN” responds with ‘time agent lost and presumed incompetent’

-“WEIRD” plays a video of Weird Al Yankovic yelling about how he’s trapped inside of the computer, and he calls for bill to help him. imagine my shock and horror coming across this the vanilla way, by just trying codes until something happens.

-“WEIRDMAGEDDON” is a newspaper clipping that shows nothing happened yesterday, soos got his head stuck in a honey pot and promptly said ‘and i’d do it again.”

-“TOBYDETERMINED” leads to a google search of ‘restraining order’

-“ROBBIE” pulls up AIM messages between him and thomson, detailing their experience ghost hunting for bill because robbie thinks bill will have to grant them three wishes. included is a great drawing in camcorder style of them running away from an eldritch-looking bill. included, but seemingly not sent, are messages in the text box, and it seems we’re reading from thompson’s perspective. it vaguely alludes that bill may be operating inside of thompson??? erm what the sigma?

-“SKIBIDI” “RIZZ” “FORTNITE” and “GYATT” revokes ur life privileges, but “SIGMA” does nothing.

-“QUESTION” responds with ‘answer’ and vice versa.

-“SCIENTOLOGY” responds with ‘suppressive person detected,” don’t ask why i tried scientology, i was going through science-themed inputs and it came to me like a vision.

-“ALEX” and “ALEXHIRSCH” link to a google search of ‘flannel.’ alex hirsch is lumberjack???

-“JOURNAL 3” responds with ‘the journal for me.’

-“JOURNAL 2” responds with ‘the journal for you’

-“JOURNAL 1” responds with “the journal of fun”

-“SEX” “FUCK” “SHIT” and other curses gives a pop-up that says “not S&P approved, wash your mouth out with soap.”

-“WHOAREYOU” responds with ‘i could ask you the same question’

-“REALITY” responds with ‘is an illusion’

-“FBI” and “CIA” responds with ‘your webcam is on. we are watching.’

-“HOLOGRAM” responds with ‘universe’ and vice versa.

-“SCARY” gives a R.L Stine goosebumps knockoff called The Book Of Bill, with the tagline ‘can you survive the tri-strangler?’ and it seems like it should be an audiobook like the “LOVE” entry, but i can’t hear any audio.

-“THEBOOKOFBILL” responds with ‘hide it under shirt during pledge of allegiance’ ???WHAT???

-“MASON” brings up a note about anagrams, assuredly written in-part by Dipper. idk if mason is even canon i always just assumed it was tbh.

-“LIFE” responds with ‘life:72% complete. now loading death.’

-“DEATH” responds with ‘life’s goth cousin’

-“DADDY” “BABY” and “MOMMY” (listen i was trying anything that came to mind) responds with a pop-up of a baby-bill cipher in an ultrasound, and a message that says ��congrats! guess what’s growing inside you right now? see you in nine months, papa!’ NEW SEASON IN NINE MONTHS CONFIRMED???? (/j) also— mpreg is gravity falls canon???

———

if i was alex hirsch, these are inputs i would add because i was SHOCKED they WEREN’T there:

-“4 8 15 16 23 42” inputting that into an old-style computer should yield some kind of easter egg. LOST was too big of a cultural phenomena for it to not be a secret code here.

-“CANDY” and “GRENDA.” alex you thought of skibidi but not MABELS ONLY TWO FRIENDS???

-“TWINS” seriously this is like the main thing that keeps repeating, even just linking to a wiki page would be rewarding.

-typing in cryptids should link to pages for them, at least. imagine my shock when i typed in “BIGFOOT” to no avail.

-“SEEYOUNEXTSUMMER” should’ve been an easy one tbh

-“PINETREE” “SHOOTINGSTAR” etc. could just link to the same thing as entering their respective names, like “DIPPER” and “MABEL” respectively.

-“HINT” should do something, even if it just tells you no.

-“?” having no results is bonkers

-“SANSUNDERTALE” would be really funny i think

-“THETRUTH” should respond with ‘is out there’

[kory-dany]

In defense of Charlotte as a mother

Quick disclaimer this post is not trying to undermine charlottegeorge's (we seriously need to come up with a better ship name) children's feelings towards their mother. Although we know very little about them, it's obvious their relationship with Charlotte isn't perfect, but if I'm being honest, I'm tired of this narrative that she was an awful mother. I 100% agree that she wasn't the best mother (tbh, none of the Bridgerton mothers are. That's what makes the show interesting), but people keep suggesting that she's Augusta-level bad, and that's just not true.

Firstly, everyone keeps forgetting that Lottie lost her parents when she was young, which suggests she didn't have a motherly presence for at least half her life. Secondly, she was eighteen when she had her first child. Eighteen and her strongest examples of motherhood were probably Agatha and Augusta (both, again, arguably not the most amazing mothers). Thirdly, she had fifteen kids. FIFTEEN!! Thirteen (twelve???) surviving, I'm not saying she didn't love them equally, but that's a lot of kids to get to know.

My main argument, however, is that Charlotte probably was not the best mother, and she probably did focus more on being queen and protecting George — which I would argue was also protecting her children. However, she is not Augutsa 2.0 (who, even though not the best mother did try).

Charlotte had twelve (thirteen, idk any more consistency is not this shows strength) surviving children, and it seemed that, for the most part, she let them do whatever they wanted. Unlike Augusta, who tried to control every aspect of George's life, she let her sons whore about (her words, not mine), and she clearly didn't meddle too much in her daughter's love lives. It's only until the very last minute that she inserts herself into their affairs.

At first, it was just her telling them to marry suitable people and produce an heir. She still allowed them to marry who they liked, just as long as they were from a specific pool. And if I'm being honest, that pool wasn't that small; they literally had all of Europe. One of them could have found someone if they had tried. But alas, they didn't which forced Charlotte's hand, leading to arranged marriages.

I think none of them really took her command of marriage seriously because none of them, outside of George probably, knows what responsibility is. Yes, we know that her daughters stayed because they couldn't bare to see their mother remain stuck in time. However, Charlotte did what Augusta couldn't. She didn't let the weight and responsibility of the crown break her children. To her, she was a good mother because she gave them freedom — freedom George never had — she let them have affairs and stay unmarried because she refused to put pressure on them the way Augusta and everyone else did on George.

Her children didn't crack under the crown's weight because she did. Charlotte had two choices: be the best queen or be the best mother. I think she chose the option that made the most sense to her. By being the best queen (George's queen), George had someone on his side, the kingdom had stability, AND her children got to live their lives.

Charlotte had so much responsibility from such a young age; is it really shocking that she couldn't juggle it all? Furthermore, people keep acting like she didn't love her kids, but she clearly did. She was very much pained when Elizabeth confessed her miscarriages, she was gentle with William when he admitted he was scared, and she was ecstatic when Edward announced Victoria's pregnancy. She didn't even care that they thought it would be a girl.

Overall, Charlotte is not a perfect mother, but none of the Bridgerton mothers are (not even Violet). All the mothers in this world are just women who tried their best. And as much as their best may not have been enough, it's all they had. Bridgerton does this brilliant thing, highlighting the toxic cycle that occurs when child-baring is a societal expectation, even in relationships made from love and children produced by autonomy. Charlotte's story is just another example.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART FOUR]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; You're in oddly high spirits tonight.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. SLOW BURN!!! Not sure how many chapters this will be yet! LOTS OF PLOT SET-UP!! AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is Jim and Barbara's daughter) The slow burn is slow burning, no really, it's on fire. She fell first, he fell harder. Readers more like Alice than Alice is, tbh. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. Reader and Butch have a shared trauma bond from Barbara and Tabs. Jervis being an obsessive freak, per usual. Jim Gordon is still...Jim Gordoning. I'm taking canon out back and beating it with a stick until it stops twitching.

⋆ tag list (tell me if you want to be removed!) @adalwolfgang @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @honestmrdual @moonlightnyx @all-things-fandomstuck @killingboredom

⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - 'PART THREE, - 'PART FOUR, - ‘PART FIVE, - ‘PART SIX, - 'PART SEVEN, - 'PART EIGHT, - 'PART NINE, -'PART TEN, - 'PART ELEVEN, - 'PART TWELVE, - 'PART THIRTEEN, - 'PART FOURTEEN,

♫ “Don't blame me, love made me crazy, if it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right.” Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

Time slows sometimes in Gotham. Todays one of those days. You frequently think it's always one of those days. You wish you could up and leave the city. You made that promise to yourself- a long time ago, when your mom and dad got turned all upside down. You wouldn't let this city kill you.

Obviously, though, you often wonder if they'd ever even let you leave. Dad- maybe. You like to think he'd understand. But you think he might kill himself without you, too.

It's your mom that's the issue, you find. She intends to cling onto you for the rest of your lives. You remember a conversation you had with Selina not too long ago.

"When Bab's buries her claws in something, she never lets go. How do you think she got the club from Penguin?" You often wonder if she has her claws buried in you. You often wonder how deep they really go.

You can hear the faint clapping in the back of the crowd. You stare at the stage, intently, seeing Jervis and your mom parade around. They look like they are having the time of their lives, Jervis hypnotizing her to dance with him. You watch Tabitha look on, in an odd mix of disdain and fascination.

Letting them finish their act, you walk along the bar floor. You pretend to ignore the gaze held on you, both by Mr. Tetch and your mom.

You find Butch, sitting alone, nursing one-too-many shot glasses.

"Hey kid." He says, huffing a sigh, when he notices you sit down next to him. You both share an exasperated look, looking between Barbara and Jervis and Tabitha.

"What's up with you?" You ask, and he grumbles.

"Headache."

"And you think drinking more is gonna help?"

He rolls his eyes, effectively fed up. You lightly pat his shoulder in sympathy.

You didn't mind Butch. The first time you'd met him was when he tried to kill you, and hold you and your mom captive for Falcone. Oh, how the times have changed.

"You and Tabitha doing okay?" You ask. You know he's dying to shout about it to someone, if not on the surface, then deep down. But his resolve is as strong as ever. He shakes his head, and swallows air.

"We're fine." You know it's a lie. You know he thinks your mom is a bitch. It used to bother you, but now it just makes you shrug. "You...uh...wanna put in a good word for me? With Tabs?" He asks, hopeful.

You look at him, eyes softening. "Yeah. I can." You nod, and he nods back. Ah, mutual discontentment. You remember why you like him.

The sound of clapping grows louder, and takes the two of you out of your somewhat comfortable silence. Butch raises a glass to you, abet sarcastically, and downs it.

You watch as Jervis and Barbara flood down the stage, bowing. Your mother looks absolutely enamored with the praise. Jervis does as well. They murmur thank you's as they push past the crowd. You offer Butch a parting glance, before moving toward the pair.

"Not half bad." Tabitha remarks, coming up from behind you. It almost startles you, and you catch the way Jervis's eyes glimmer at your jump.

"Please. That was the best dancing you've ever seen in your life." Your mother rolls her eyes. The comment surprisingly brings a smile to your face. It's something the old her would've said too.

"Thank you for the dance, Ms. Kean." Jervis offers a gentlemanly grin, and Barbara nods. You watch her and Tabitha fall into a conversation, talking and laughing through playful insults. When the band starts, Tabitha brings Barbara to the floor to dance with her instead. It's...surprisingly sweet.

Jervis must take note of your longing gaze. He speaks, gently.

"Why don't you dance with them?" He urges- and he reminds you of a teacher, trying to get you to play with the other kids. It almost makes you giggle.

"I'm not a good dancer." You click your tongue. He makes a noise of understanding.

"How unfortunate," He remarks. "You must allow me a dance, one day. I would be delighted to teach you."

Between your mother being a bit like her old self, and your conversation with Butch, you somehow feel elated at his words.

"I'd like that." You whisper, and out of the corner of your eye, you watch his smile falter, as if he wasn't expecting your immediate agreeance. The thought strangely makes you even happier. You're in high spirits tonight.

Said spirits seem to fall quite quickly though, when you notice your father marching into the club. The smile on your face, as well as Jervis's, seem to slowly evaporate at the sight. Jervis hurries towards him, and you weave your way behind, following him like a child.

"Did you find her?" Jervis asks, excitable. But you know the look on your fathers face. Somethings wrong.

"I found her. Lost her. She shot a man and set fire to his body. Said she had an infection," Jim growls out. You attempt to digest the information, whilst Jervis looks far less bothered than he should look. "Also, said she doesn't want anything to do with you."

Oh, I look at Jervis. He looks bothered at that.

"You want to tell me what the hell is going on?" Your dad looks pissed. You want to bang your head against a wall. Nothing in Gotham is ever easy, is it?

"It's complicated-" Jervis begins, before your dad steps in to grab him by his suit jacket. Your eyes widen at the move. When he goes to make a threat, you push him off. Both Jervis and your dad look at you bewildered.

"Hands off, dad. This is mom's club. Don't make a scene. Not with him." You nod to Jervis, and you find his mouth is slightly agape, eyes focused solely on you.

Your dad backs away a bit, looking at the ground, and clenching his jaw.

"Let's talk somewhere private, shall we? Allow me to explain the situation?" Jervis manages to speak with civility. They stare at each other for a moment, tense, before heading out without a word. Before your dad follows him out, he shoots you a look of chagrin.

You stand alone in the club, unaware where your mother and Tabitha have disappeared off too. You look back to find Butch missing from his seat at the bar.

Time slows sometimes in Gotham. Todays one of those days.

[misc-obeyme]

Can we talk about Solomon...? Tbh in the OG obey me game i never found him interesting, that is until Nightbringer came out. He feels much more fleshed out here, and i think it's cute that both Solomon and MC share a living space together as if they're married.

I also find it very interesting that Solomon is based on the REAL King Solomon of Israel. There's so much lore surrounding him, and i find it kinda sad that the devs don't use it to their full potential to the plot. Of course, they make references here and there, plus his pacts with Barbatos and asmodeus, but i feel like they could do much more?

Can we talk about how biblical lore, King Solomon, also had (foreign) 700 wives and 300 concubines, and his greatest sin was in building temples for the gods that his wives worshipped Young Solomon is a playboy xD even though i'm sure he married all of those women for power, so it's more likely not out of love but more political expediency? and apparently, "his wives turned his heart after other gods” (Kings 11:4), and thus, he built shrines to the gods of their religions. In the biblical account of his reign, God tells Solomon he will punish him for his apostasy by breaking up his kingdom after his death. Seeing how Solomon is still alive in the Obey me universe, that would mean he had to witness his kingdom being split into two kingdoms (The people revolted against heavy taxes levied by Solomon and his son, Rehoboam). He also probably had to watch many people he truly cared about pass away. (Do you remember that one Gif in the OG Obey me that he was crying in front of a grave??)

BUT, as I mentioned before, since he had many wives, naturally, he had children as well. The documented children of his were Rehoboam, Menelik I, Taphath, and Basemath.

So maybe the reason why the devs didn't mention this might be because fans might get jealous? Seeing how many were upset when Thirteen (the first female character) was announced because they were threatened that she might be stealing the boys, I can see why they didn't include that information.

-Angsty Anon

It does seem like more people are enjoying Solomon since Nightbringer! In fact, the fic I wrote about Solomon shortly after NB came out was the first time one of my fics really took off - it got so many notes in the first day or so and I was so confused lol.

Anyway, I personally started to really enjoy Solomon's character in season three of the OG, but they definitely made him more prominent in NB! And of course I loved that he and MC were living together... it was so cute, nearly all my Solomon centered fics after that are about them in Cocytus Hall.

As for the Biblical lore, I can guarantee you it had everything to do with not wanting any of the love interests to have had any wives in their past. Of course, they don't explicitly say as much, so I think you could headcanon that Solomon still had all his 700 wives and 300 concubines.

I also think they don't go too heavy on the Biblical stuff for the reason of not wanting to offend people who actually believe in this as a religion. I think there's probably only so much you can really use if you want it to stay somewhat neutral in that regard.

By only loosely basing Solomon on the real King Solomon, they give themselves the space to do whatever they want with his character. They're not as bound by the source material. So they only pick and choose the parts they want to include.

I think they do this for the entire story, honestly, not just Solomon. For instance, who is Diavolo even supposed to be? I always thought he was supposed to be kind of a stand in for "the Devil" you know?

But anyway, I digress.

I think they kind of completely rewrote Solomon's past. Considering how he was said to be locked up in a basement as a child, after which he was brought to the Fountain of Knowledge by Barbatos... so when was he actually King? Perhaps after that? And maybe it was then that he would have had all the wives and such?

I definitely remember that particular gif... I made everybody upset when I suggested that it was MC's grave he was crying at lol. Sorry, guys.

But it could just as easily be a wife he actually loved or one of his sons. (Though how is it he only has four sons when he has 700 wives and 300 concubines?? I don't know anything about Bible stuff lol perhaps these are just the ones with names??)

Anyway, I'm fairly certain that people wouldn't like him to have all those wives and concubines. Maybe one wife could be handled, you know, because she'd obviously have been dead for a long time. But I dunno. People get jealous over the idea that Solomon was Lilith's lover, too. So probably best for the game if they just don't go there at all lol.

I do think it would be interesting if they introduced another demon that he happens to have a pact with. We never see any of the others, but I suppose that's more about a lack of space... it's not like they can add 70 characters... in fact, I take it back I am glad they've kept it to the two we have, no more are needed, thanks!

[legend-of-voltron-rewrite]

(This is just a few random questions I think abt when i find an author i like-)

What other media/hobbies do you indulge in? What's some of your biggest interests? (Other than voltron ofc) Is there another Fandom you'd write for? Favorite childhood show(s)?

Big question, favorite volron paladin? Favorite character in voltron? (No limitations- you could answer bii-bob-bi tbh. hes a fantastic choice)

BIGGER QUESTION!! What inspired you to write this rewrite and how do you motivate yourself to continue?

That's all! Hope you're having a lovely day! :)

Hello!

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I'm very big into anime - I started watching them when I was eleven and never stopped. I watch other animated shows (Western), which I'll list in a later segment.

I'm also into manga, though not comics, (never really knew why, just couldn't get into it). Games, too, mainly RPGs, though I have been into FPS co-op as of late.

Don't judge me: K-Pop. I only really interact/watch content for one group, (will come up later), but I used to juggle between many groups.

As for hobbies other than writing: I'm big into art. Took classes for them and everything. Though this may have been obvious from early chapters of book one.

I've tried to get into making animatics, but I ended up stopping half-way through everytime I started. I like voice acting, though I've only ever done it once for someone I'm no longer friends with haha.

I used to be big into baking, but was never good at it. I'm much better at cooking, though mainly Asian dishes, (due to heritage and such).

My biggest interests... I'll keep it limited to five, else this segment would be much longer.

One Piece, (generic but it's popular for a reason), is a favourite of mine. The writing, world building, characters, relationships, messages, themes - I love it all. Definitely a high reccomendation.

Gravity Falls, because it's just that good? Even the weakest episode would be considered top tier if it was in another series. Dipper and Mabel's relationship is everything to me, and Stan was the uncle I always wanted. Love him.

Fullmetal Alchemist, mostly MangaHood, but the 2003 anime adaptation is great too. It's honestly of the best written works I've ever interacted with, and it makes perfect sense that it's highly rated.

SHINee, the K-Pop group I mentioned before. I'd call them standards for the industry, but then nobody would be able to share the stage with them. I'm a Shawol for life baby!

Finally, Katekyou Hitman Reborn. This was the first fandom I wrote fics for, back on my WattPad days, and I still love it to this day. I wish for the fandom to be revived so I may read the trashy fanfics I once adored and now hide my face in shame to.

Other fandoms I write for: Fairy Tail, though I haven't touched the AU I started in months. My Hero Academia, though only through my Tumblr page @my-rewrite-academia. I've been working on a Persona 5 fanfiction behind the scenes for a while, though I haven't progressed past chapter three.

I have an alt AO3 account, where I've written for MHA, Kuroko No Basket, Persona 5, SuperM, and the Banana Bus Squad (Vanoss and Friends).

My old WattPad has mostly Katekyou Hitman Reborn, and a sprinkle of Fullmetal Alchemist.

Neither of the previous two shall be linked, as I honestly just want to leave behind those fixs behind, considering I wrote them when I was thirteen and nothing made sense.

My favourite childhood show(s): Spongebob, Mr. Maker (only British kids will understand), Pokemon, and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Also Sonic Boom, though that was exclusive to my teen years than childhood. The How To Train Your Dragon shows were also a favourite of mine, including Riders and Defenders of Berk.

If movies count, then How To Train Your Dragon, Shrek, Megamind, and Scary Movie(s). Scary Movie(s) sound like a weird thing, and it was. I was in the room with my older siblings when they put it on and never bothered to leave.

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Now the Voltron-related segment!

Favourite Paladin: Keith. I hope it's not entirely obvious in my writing, as I wish to treat every character equally, but he is my favourite. I relate to him a lot and he ticks a lot of my boxes.

Favourite character: Keith, again. Other than Keith, however, it's Coran, the Gorgeous Man. He's always so jolly despite the heartbreak he's been through, and the writers were able to balance his comedy so well.

(Apart from the Voltron Show where they were clearly running out of ideas and/or time and made him more annoying than funny.)

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BIGGEST QUESTIONS:

"What inspired me to write this rewrite–" (first half)

I actually started writing it in 2021, where I went on a three-year break due to losing motivation and my interest dwindling, at the time anyway. I was initially inspired to write it when I grew more and more frustrated with how canon handled many things.

As with many teen shows, I began to wonder if it would be handled better had it been intended for a more mature audience. It didn't help that I read the fanfics before I watched the show, so I had a certain level of expectations that weren't quite met.

I won't blame the writers, as it's usually just two or three people higher-up who make all the decisions. I was disappointed in DreamWorks, not the team behind it who have no choice but to follow orders.

But, yeah. The turning point, what really pushed me into starting and publishing the rewrite, was when I started thinking about how I'd handle each character and each arc. How I'd write different relationships, how I'd write each theme.

From there, I decided to put my money where my mouth was, so to speak.

It was a terrible start, really. When I first started writing it, I only had a vague idea of how I'd go about it. When I came back to the rewrite, the first thing I did was create a proper plan, else it'd just end up like the show - disappointing and missing so much.

I can remember, when I started, I just wanted to write a better story, which is a terrible mindset. This idea that the only thing that mattered was being better than the show is a toxic one.

My mindset is a lot better, of course. I've grown up since then, and spite-writing is something of the past. Maybe there are things I'm displeased with in canon, but I don't allow that spite to control me.

Rather, I feel more enthused, viewing it as more like adding onto what canon missed - filling in scenes rather than being better.

So, consider this a PSA to authors who spitewrite - get out of your minds. It feels much better to write if done with good intentions rather than negative. Words come easier and it doesn't feel like a chore.

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"–and how do you motivate yourself to continue?"

Keeping a schedule, first and foremost. It differs from person to person, but having a set schedule of every '—day' helps a lot. It urges me to write, and the pressure helps me more than debilitates.

Of course, others may disagree. For others, having a strict schedule may feel constricting and thus hinder creativity, but it's helpful to me. This idea of, 'I have to do this', 'if not now then when?', helps me a lot.

It's also my longest fic to date, so to stop now would feel like a large disservice to both me and to the people who read each new chapter.

Then there's you! I'm not kidding, either. Comments, now more than ever, are usually so rare.

I once saw a post about an author discovering a discord server where their fic, (which had very little comments), was being heavily dicussed, and people had nothing but praise for it. When they asked why they didn't comment, they said that they didn't feel the need to, or that it would be embarrassing. That they never knew what to comment, despite the praise they had for it.

The author then decided to abandon the work upon finding this out. Because we don't get anything from posting our works. All we ask for is some form of praise or acknowledgement, and comments are just that.

Even if it's [<33] or [This is good!] or even [please update], we appreciate it all. Honestly, the only time I refuse to comment, rather than simply forgetting, is when an author holds fics hostage. The whole, 'I want x-many comments or else I won't update'. At that point, I lose any respect they had.

Comments are our lifeline, yet the idea of asking for comments feels like tabboo. As if we're less for leaving even a small note of, 'comment please', feels like it's asking for too much.

So to have a repeat commenter, to have you, is everything to me! If all else fails, if I can't find the motivation, I often think about those people who subscribed, who have my fic bookmarked, who comment on each update, and I think about how there are people who get excited with each update, who want to know what's going to happen next, who want to see this fic to its end.

It may sound corny, but my biggest motivation really is my readers, and those repeat comments give me life. It helps in ways that I never realised could.

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And that is the end of the AMA/Q&A segment!! Thank you for sending this, stay tuned for the next update, have a great day, and look both ways before crossing the road!

[annakie]

FIXING THE HOUSE Chapter 10: Rooms With No View

Part One: I Do Not, In Fact, Have the Power

Part Two: Let’s Spend Lots of Money!

Part Three: All These Things That I’ve Done

Part Four: I Really Want to Stay At My House

A little interlude.

Part Five: Power Down

Part Six: You Will Leave Some Paint

Part Seven: Backwards to go Forwards

Part Eight: Master of Bathrooms

Part Nine: Within a Room, Somewhere

Part Ten: Rooms With No View (YOU ARE HERE)

Part Eleven: Big Bang Room Part A and also Part B!

Part Twelve: We Can Make It On the Outside

Part Thirteen: Mauve Haze Symphony

Part Fourteen (A) - In the Kitchen

Part Fourteen (B) - Copper Green

So we've dove way too deep into the master bedroom and bathroom. Today we're getting through two (or maybe three-ish) rooms, but tbh they're the least exciting rooms so it shouldn't take ridiculous amounts of time and pictures.

*edit* -- I lied. It's long.

THE GUEST ROOM!

Yep, that's an ugly room, with cheap furniture, not long after moving in.

I mentioned before that my first couple of years I had roommates, just to afford the mortgage.

The first roommate I had was only there a couple of months. We… did not hit it off. She was loud and annoying and her boyfriend was always over. I was also not the best roommate and the house was... really not great anyway. Not a good fit for either of us.

Also she did this to the wall. She painted that much, and then stopped, and never started again.

Hey you can see the comparison between the original offwhite and the cream I ended up painting everything there though. Oh also where she DID paint to the ceiling she smooshed the paint on the ceiling.

I got a second roommate and told her I'd paint the room before she got there, she said no, she'd like to paint the room herself.

She was here about two years and never did paint the room, lol. We got along just fine but she worked all night and I worked all day so we didn't see each other much, and she really just stayed in her room and watched TV and interneted in her free time. I tried to drag her out a couple of times to hang out with my friends, to just go to a movie, and she seemed to have a good time but never really initiated much. I wasn't sure if I was annoying her by getting her to have more of a social life but she seemed to really latch onto life here or take initiative to do more.

When she moved out, she moved back home, but we parted well. She left a bunch of stuff here, a few things like a floor fan and some plates I still have.

So then a friend-at-the-time was going to move in. She DID paint the room.

She painted it dark brown on the bottom, THEN a stripe of grey, and THEN aqua on top.

It was, tbh, hideous. I hated it a LOT. Then she never moved in.

I hated this, a lot. But it still took me probably a year or two to repaint it because I didn't want to offend my friend. I shoulda anyway. :p

We had a falling out and I immediately repainted it when I realized I could just stop giving a shit about what she thought, finally.

Why yes, I DO intentionally pick pictures with my cats in them. That's my dearly departed Jim. <3

And hey, the white carpet, right after it went in. Regret.

Yeah this green, called Sanctuary, was a nice, comforting color I really liked, but it was pretty dark. It's been that for the last 15 years or so.

My mom sewed me curtains for the room, too. The problem was… they blocked almost no light out, though I do love them.

That was the state of the room for many years. Mostly empty, but hey, kept pretty tidy since I rarely had people use it. TBH the last time a guest stayed in it was… 2019 even now lol. Mostly my mom had used it when she came to visit before this, but since my parents moved closer, she only stayed in it a couple of times when I was really sick and needed her.

I sometimes call it Fry's room because Fry would use it more than anyone else.

When the new flooring went in in 2019 it got a light makeover with a rug, new bedding, and a few details to make it a little more welcoming to any guests (or, just the one guest who's stayed in it since haha.) I was pretty happy with it.

So! As you had seen the dining room was yellow. But it isn't anymore. Also there was… this.

This painting, by an artist whose work I love (and you've probably seen here on tumblr) Leonid Afremov.

But it really did not work on that wall with the pink... nor would it work with how the room currently is.

So I decided to move the painting to the guest room and theme the entire room around it.

So with that, I set out to find the perfect shade or two of yellowish, that wouldn't be too much like the copper/orange of the master bedroom.

I settled on golden yellow tones, and in a theme that would repeat several other places in the house... same card, different shades.

Yeah, like two tones from this card! This looks great!!

The paints I decided on were sent to Arturo. A few days later I heard they were painting the guest bedroom while I was in a meeting in the living room. An hour or two later I excitedly went to go check, annnnnd....

Oh... Ummm... errrrrrr... well the light color is right! Enjoyable Yellow, the top color on the card above where my thumb is covering the name. And I love it!

But the accent wall... that's not yellow. That is decidedly brown.

For a minute I thought that someone had picked up the Llama Wool paint and painted that color, but it was wasn't. It was a whole new brown called Yarrow.

I called Arturo in and we discussed it and discovered... that when I'd texted him the colors, I'd swapped the two middle numbers in the color. Totally my bad, and I paid directly for the right gallon of paint and part of the guy's time who was doing the painting that day when Arturo went back and picked it up.

TBH, we both really liked the brown, and if it went with the Yellow Painting at all, I would have just kept it that way.

And yes, the room is the new Laundry Mountain. It literally still is, so this next picture is a MESS and I have no energy to go fix that situation yet, like we've discussed. That will come when everything else is done, but there's still a lot to do elsewhere.

The RIGHT COLORS! Olden Amber! And the painting hung on the wall!

It's currently centered over the bed but looking at this picture, maybe that's a mistake. I'll think about it later.

But I absolutely love the colors of the room. Yellow is such a welcoming color, but I wanted it to also be warm now, and the slightly orange yellow does that so well and fits into the autumnal picture so well.

Sorry mom's custom curtains... I slept in this room for over three weeks while renovations were happening and the light coming in in the morning is killer. New blackout curtains were bought and hung with a new curtain rod. The old blinds had long since gotten cut down but the bar that had been holding them up was still there, but now removed.

Of course that's the new window but uhh... you can see the view out of the room though. It's... just the fence now. Before it was the neighbor's backyard and that wasn't much to look at unless their pitbull was outside. But also if the pitbull saw or even heard me it would set off barking and now with the fence it's both a little less noisy and she's not set off as much anymore. The new window helps with that so, so much.

I do have a vague plan to turn that area outside of the Guest Room/Living Room windows into like a mini-garden at some point, when I have money again. Hang or lean some trellis against the fence, or buy fake ivy fencing cover or something, maybe some no-work groundscovering, maybe even a little table and chair set to make it a bit of a secret hangout spot? I just don't have the cash right now, at all.

Back inside!

Like every room, new trim was installed, the closets and doors painted white. New oil-rubbed bronze hardware on the closets -- plus the doors actually open and close/stay on the tracks now whereas they very much did not before! New vent cover, new outlets and light switches and covers. Ceiling fan and doorknobs we've talked about.

All and all its the full room that probably got the least amount of attention AND the one that currently needs the most work done in it. It's very not done yet, but all of Arturo's work is done, and looks just like I wanted it as far as renovations go.

The rest is up to me.

Oh, that poster you're seeing there that you're like why the FUCK would you still have that? was in the closet for the last 10 years or so and it was set out so I could throw it away. It's not there anymore.

This closet btw has been the cats daytime home basically every day since the renovations started. There's a nice space for both of them in one of the corners, floorspace for Pemily and a long but narrow-ish box where Fry perches next to her. Especially since all my dresses and jackets are in that space so they're well tucked away and hidden and happy. They just run in there as soon as workers show up, they want to stay hidden and it's probably pretty quiet in there, too.

One of the guys who is here a lot, Antonio, has a truck that has a beep-beep-beep sound when in reverse, and the cats actually recognize that sound now and make it into the closet on their own when they hear it.

Honestly I think they may just like it in there because sometimes I find them in there days they don't need to be.

Honestly I think they've enjoyed when the workers leave and I call them out, they both prowl around the house finding out What's New. Sometimes I call them over and point out the New Stuff to them, sometimes they find it on their own for thorough investigation. Even more on that later.

OK. That's really about all there is to see here. Let's move on.

The Living Room

Again, my living room is the smallest bedroom of my house.

It wasn't always.

Yes, the "I just moved in and cannot afford anything nice." pic. That computer desk probably was the second nicest thing I owned after my expensive bedroom furniture. And that chair was SUPER GROSS. I threw a sheet over it and still sat on it for a couple of years as a gaming chair. TBH, it was pretty comfortable and was like a $5 goodwill find.

Yeah, see? You can barely tell how gross the chair is!

Only the best stuff $20 in 2004 could offer. And a coat of beige-ish Peacan Sandie paint on the wall.

The second roommate I had, the one I got along with, had a futon that wouldn't fit in her room so it went in the office, just behind my chair there. So that turned the office into the Guest Room for the time she lived with me. I kind of got used to having the futon, so when she moved out she took the frame but not the mattress. I bought a new frame, and have had a futon in there ever since. This was my favorite pic taken on it right after I put it together. Jim and Leela, just hangin' out napping together.

The thing about what-was-the-office is, it's a 10x10 room. It has a tiny vent and was always hot in the summer and cold in the winter.

And I spent like 80% of my waking hours at home in that room.

I didn't really think much about it for a long time, just kept a fan half-in and half-out of the room going on me all summer and a space heater for the winter.

On the other hand, I had a living room that just rarely got used. I was always either in the office or bedroom. Even when I got some pretty nice living room furniture instead of a hand-me-down couch that the cats ruined... just didn't go in there much.

The cats (tbh, just Leela) ruined the really nice set of furniture after a couple of years, too. I talked about my struggles with her in her farewell post.

After a few years, I ended up paying someone to haul the living room furniture away and the room was kinda empty for a few months.

In 2017, when my awesome company (see: The Master Bedroom post) got bought out by the shitty company, and they decided we all had to move to another office, they also decided we'd all sit in shitty cubicles instead of our huge, awesome and expensive desks we absolutely loved at our current office. This is all talked about in excruciating detail here, with some pictures.

They basically told us we could just take our desks and $1000 ergonomic amazing chairs home if we wanted them, otherwise they'd probably just get thrown out.

Almost everyone in Dev came and took their desks, including a lot of people who'd quit in the last few months, and a few people who'd quit years before came and got some.

Of COURSE I wanted mine, but I couldn't really fit this desk with a 9' wingspan in a 10x10' room, with the futon, and TV.

So of course THAT'S when I had the idea to just stop living my life with a living room where it's supposed to be and spending most of my waking hours at home in the smallest room.

I finished cleaning out the "living room" and when my work buddies delivered my desk and chair (and a few other pieces of furniture) to my house, they set it up right by the front door.

The small former office room sat pretty empty for like almost two years, NGL. The room, especially the carpet, was pretty gnarly for awhile and I just shut the door to figure it out "later" because it didn't feel good for anything in its current state.

When a friend decided to visit in 2019 it was time to take action, it was the main reason why the 3 bedrooms got new flooring.

So new flooring went in, the futon and other furniture got rearranged, a few new things bought like a 47" new TV that got wall mounted... and suddenly... holy crap I had a living room!

I got a recliner chair I was SUPER happy with for... about a month. When the "vegan leather" started flaking off.

Mom also made the curtains in this room many years earlier. It was fine when I had computer monitors that were placed facing the same way as the window. Especially since they were an inch or two short. I soon came to realize that the glare against the TV really sucked.

In 2021 during the Great Freeze, this room was where I camped out. I kept warm via candles and nailing a blanket over that window.

I never took that blanket down, until last month. It looked terrible, but it stayed warmer/cooler in the room and no TV glare! Sorry mom. I also covered up the TV console better since that pic, since I chopped the top of it off when the TV got hung.

Honestly, the room really worked for me. I thought about getting a real couch instead of a futon but slapping a memory foam topper over the newer thick futon mattress was pretty comfortable for sitting, laying watching TV, and not bad for sleeping, either.

And hey, also if two people ever come spend the night at my house, the futon means I still have two guest bedrooms! I've done that before, actually, two or three times in the past when a couple of people visited. The room is too small for a sleeper sofa.

It's just worked really well for me, aside from the peeling recliner. Fry loved laying in it, though. I tried getting it out of the room a couple of times but I couldn't get it to fit by myself. It had come in two pieces and I couldn't get it apart, so I endured, just sweeping up the peeling flakes every week or so.

Until last month.

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There's only one thing about the entire renovation that I'm Actually Mad about and needles me every day.

I picked this Starry Night lightswitch plate up on a trip to Disney with my mom and Aunt my mom paid for. I LOVED that Starry Night lightswitch place. And I do mean loved.

It was just one of my favorite little things in the house.

I didn't even think about it in relation to the rewiring.

When the old lightswitch plates came off... this one disappeared.

I didn't even realize it for a day or two because of the whole AC saga.

When I asked Arturo about it, a Tuesday had came and went, meaning the trash was gone, and my lightswitch plate probably got thrown out in the process.

Like... who the fuck would see this and think it's trash and I wouldn't want it anymore!? It's obviously a custom little thing, not some shitty plain old plate!? Most of the other lightswitch and outlet plates in the house were copper plates, and a lot of them got thrown out, too. They're in great condition despite being 20ish years old... the fuck!?

I mean, I didn't even think to tell Arturo to tell his guys to save the obviously still good and non-shitty plates, but I wouldn't think I would have had to... ESPECIALLY THIS ONE.

I kept hoping it would turn up as I moved stuff around and decluttered... but nope. It's gone. I'll always be a teeny bit pissed about it.

Anyway...

One of the things I paid Arturo for was to fix the cracks and imperfections in the walls and this room probably had it the worst. Part of the drywall was a bit rubbed away from where I would lean against it in my gaming chair (I did get a real office chair a year or two after moving in that I had until moving into the front room), just lots of marks on the wall etc.

So much of that work was needed that eventually I was like ah screw it, let's just repaint that room in full. It was the first non-bathroom room I decided to repaint totally and it cascaded into all the other rooms.

I'd been talking to a friend of mine and she somehow mentioned she liked blue rooms. I knew at that point that the hall bath was getting completely redone so I just went... ya know what... let's make the living room blue.

The color I picked was called Favorite Jeans and I decided that it would be the entire room because I wanted it to feel super cozy.

I also mentioned in the earlier post linked above that I got Arturo to get the flaky recliner OUT. Ah, so much more space.

...except that this room also became the de facto storage room to move stuff to when redoing other rooms. Especially... well... you'll see. Next post probably?

It got worse than this for a bit, too, haha.

Eventually other rooms got put back in order and thus so did the Living Room. It has served as the cats food room since I got to move back into my bedroom, I plan on fixing that maybe this weekend.

So here's the current, mostly done state.

New vent plate (we had to buy 3 to find the right one that fit this weird size), closet doors repainted and stay on the track now, oil rubbed bronze hardware for both doors, door stop, trim installed...

It's still probably the ugliest room in the house, tbh, but it suits me fine. That little side table has bounced around to every room in the house, filling multiple purposes over the years, and its finally back next to the coffee table where it belongs.

And yes, it's also decorated mostly with TAH posters. Even if it's been a few years since it was my everything fandom, it's still great memories and a lot of cool art.

New black blackout curtains for the blackiest blackout and no-glare TV watching. We've talked about the window and view and ceiling fan. Should probably do something to pretty up the futon-couch better but meh.

It's my cozy TV-watching and sometimes Steamdeck (I can cast it to the TV!) or Xbox360 playing hidey hole, and I love it.

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OK just going to hit on The Hallway real quick to wrap this up and finish up with the "Boring" rooms.

It is a hallway. Yep. Hallway.

In the last 21 years it has changed little, except the flooring twice, and the light got swapped to an LED light.

I've posted this one before, but here it was on the first day of the electricity going in. The biggest change to it ever -- a hole cut in the ceiling for easier attic access. There's an access in the garage but because of some weirdness Arturo explained to me and I forgot, it's actually super annoying to use to get to the rest of the house. So they cut a hole in the hallway ceiling.

Annnd here it is, just now.

First real look at the new flooring, which I'll talk about a lot more next post. New trim to go along with the new flooring (next post will also talk about the trim a lot more haha). Doors painted. The first door on the left is the furnace access. New hardware on the linen cupboard at the end there. And Arturo closed and framed the new attic access nicely.

The only bit of trivia I'll add is that it's the ONLY room in the house that is still the same color as before. Silver Trophy. First, because when I decided to actually paint the rest of the house, the hallway had already gotten a full repaint because there was a lot of scraping on the walls due to all of the people walking through, it just needed paint and had gotten dinged up a lot more from all the work. I didn't want Arturo to have to paint it entirely a second time when it was done.

Second, tbh, I really just love the color. It's somewhere right at the intersection of Blue, Silver and Purple. It's a color chameleon. It's nicely neutral and goes with everything. It's the perfect hallway color and I'm glad it's the Same. It anchors the house together and the way it is now anchors the past and the new.

So there it is. A hallway. Not exciting, but refreshed and an added feature of attic access I guess. :)

Okay!

Next time we go to the BIG ROOM. I mean, it's the biggest room in the house, and finally, it's only one room instead of kind of two. So excited to show this one off. :)

[tenleaguesbeneath]

Random thoughts toward a D&D-alike attribute generation system:

Things I like from 3d6-in-order:

You don’t meet your character until you generate them. Rather than coming up with a character concept and fitting it into the rules (or bringing in a preexisting character and importing them), you learn about your character through the process of generating them.

Characters have unexpected strengths; a character is not entirely predictable from their class.

Things I don’t like:

Tends to generate mediocre and boring characters. Very high odds of getting all/almost all stats in the 9-12 range, which is boring.

Can generate unbalanced parties

Basically everything else

A thing I’m neutral on:

Not knowing your character class until you roll

So!

I’m thinking about something using card draws. You get a certain number of draws, and every draw adds a minor positive feature to your character, or possibly negates a negative one.

I think I’d line the suits up with classes. Going with the classic four, Diamonds-Thieves and Hearts-Clerics are the obvious pairings; the tarot suit equivalents suggest Spades-Fighters (Swords) and Clubs-Mages (Wands). Arguably, the tarot suits could be used all around; coins for thieves and cups for clerics, but that leaves a question of what to do with the major arcana (tbh, probably best left out).

Then each card in each suit needs to be assigned an ability. Probably I would use enough draws in character creation that abilities don’t have to be exactly balanced (it’ll average out over enough draws) but none of them can be too powerful for a first-level character to have.

How many draws? Five is probably too few, thirteen (a full bridge hand) is probably too many.

For abilities, I’m thinking:

Spades:

Always-on bonus to melee damage (replaces the bonus from a high strength score)

Always-on to-hit bonuses

Extra HP (replaces the bonus from a high constitution score)

Better starting equipment (yeah, this one gets obsoleted pretty fast, but it helps you survive long enough to obsolete it)

Weapon specialization?

Hearts:

Auspicious divine influence?

AD&D’s only bonus spells were a cleric-only thing for high wisdom. I could see having it give spell slots that, for non-clerics, can only be used for certain spells. especially for healing spells.

I’d put any destiny stuff here, too. If your character is prophesied for something or cursed in some way, that’s a hearts thing.

Really though anything to do with clerics depends pretty deeply on how clerics work and I’m not happy with that.

Diamonds:

Stealth bonus (importantly, this applies whether or not you’re a thief)

Bonus vs surprise attacks?

Criminal contacts?

Clubs:

Otherworldly contacts

Chance to understand strange languages

Improved chances to identify magic/if you’re using classic-style chance to learn spell rolls, improved chances there (D&D3 equivalent would be a spellcraft skill bonus)

If I’m doing the AD&D2 thing where specialist wizards are rare, some might be empty prerequisites (drawing the 4 of clubs during character creation means you can specialize in evocation but if you don’t play a wizard it doesn’t do anything else)

I might also consider penalties (analogous to low-stat penalties) for short suits. If you have no clubs in your chargen hand, you’re illiterate, for instance, With a lot of draws, I might include penalties for singletons as well, not just voids.

I might also consider some chance for bonuses for pairs, threes, and four of a kinds, but probably only for face cards. Any bonuses that exist for those are things that only some characters are getting without other characters getting an equivalent, with the only “cost” being that you have to be spread a little thin to have them (not counting the luck needed to draw them)

If I go the tarot route, I’d have major arcana add significant benefits, but at a tradeoff. Some of them might just straight-up have “get this, lose this,” while others would have something like “pick another card you’ve drawn from this character to lose and get this, or lose this card,” but what they offer I’d make pretty wild.

[arogueblogger]

nuwho doctors ranked by peggability

9. fugitive--she DOES the pegging. wields the strap like a weapon. knows exactly what she's doing and can find anybody's sweet spot in seconds. devastatingly accurate aim and consistency. dom top.

8. nine--he MIGHT let Rose try for, like, her birthday or something but he wouldn't really enjoy it (jack would REALLY enjoy watching though). dom top.

7. twelve--if river or clara asks he lets them but it's not really something he seeks out. his favorite positions are missionary (so he can look in their eyes) and doggy (so he can get his hair pulled). sub top-leaning vers.

6. war--it would do him some good tbh, but I doubt he'd go looking for it. though if the moment could fuck he'd almost definitely let them. is whatever the opposite of a size king is. thinks he's a dom top but is actually a sub vers.

5. ten--is pegged regularly by rose. enjoys it, but enjoys the closeness to her more. whines when his prostate is hit. switch vers.

4. fourteen--wants to be pegged but hasn't found anyone he wants to do it yet. would prefer it to be a hot trans guy but he's not picky. donna keeps trying to get him to download grindr for some hot t4t action. owns a buttplug but not a huge one. sub bottom.

3. eleven--river pegs him regularly. gets grumpy if he goes too long without it. multiple/dry orgasm king. owns his own dildos for when she's not around. lowkey a size king. sub bottom.

2. fifteen--pegging enthusiast. pegging lover. strap-on worshipper. owns a shirt about pegging. WEARS a shirt about pegging. True switch true vers.

thirteen--THIRTEEN! GETS! FUCKED! likes it ROUGH. highkey a freak. will fight for dominance with a strap inside her. owns a shirt that says "i'm stupid." yaz has one that says "i'm fucking stupid." switch bottom.

[ask-uts-earthspark-au]

what would the terran's reactions be to like.... megatronus prime/the fallen or liege maximo?? or any of the 13 originals tbh, and that in alot of continuities op is kind of implied (if not straight up said) to be the thirteenth?

Yknow, actually this gives me a great opportunity to somewhat explain how my AU has the Primes.

I may write a fic off of this, actually.

Anyway: here we go.

Prima

All are somewhat enamored with the whole concept of them basically being their god. Finds their rumored appearance quite cool, and finds it cool that the Matrix is in their sword.

The Fallen/Megatronus Prime

Not quite so fond. Weird, creepy, none of them like him. Thrash genuinely could not roll his optics any harder at his ‘tragic backstory’ that people wrote to make him sympathetic.

Alpha Trion

Kinda interesting. Kept track of history, ran an archive, held onto the matrix between Primes after the others were all dead, originally thought to be basically immortal with how long he lived? Even though he wasn’t actually a true prime, apparently. And did eventually die, but body was never actually recovered. Mysterious, and kind of interesting, overall.

Nexus Prime

Cool as balls. There’s not much else to say, they just think he’s cool as hell. Still don’t quite understand the whole combining thing, but it sounds a little cooler now.

Vector Prime

There are so many possibilities, that it simply blew their tiny newspark processors. Probably the coolest so far.

Solus Prime

Tied with Vector. Originally from the original myth, they weren’t too interested. But hearing the bit from Optimus completely separate from myth, they immediately loved Solus. Thrash loves the hammer, Hashtag thinks it’s very girlboss of him to even exist, Twitch loves the whole ‘can make really cool weapons with the hammer’ thing, Jawbreaker thinks the story overall is pretty inspiring, and kinda cute (albeit somewhat tragic) that he died very quickly after his partner, and was the one who caused the ‘partners/conjuxes come to the hall as well’ thing, Nightshade is very enamored with him being trans. Overall, it’s a hard tie with Vector.

Amalgamous Prime

The shifting bit is awesome. They understand the Decepticons a bit better, and understand better why they even exist in the first place. HT also thinks he has mad rizz for having seduced an Autobot like that.

Liege Maximo

The fact that this bitch is meant to be like their version of satan is kinda… they’re honestly perhaps 5% impressed, at most. And the whole ‘point of origin for all decepticons’ is really laughable to them.

“…at least he’s kinda sexy…?” - Jawbreaker

Alchemist Prime

Kinda boring, but also super cool in that chill uncle way. Also fun that he fucked off from the war and ran a bar. Amazing. Quality decision making skills.

“Like Tarantulas, but in a holy way. And a lot more popular/intimidating.” - Nightshade

Onyx Prime

They think he’s kinda cool, being a big beastformer space pope. Nightshade and Jawbreaker especially like him.

Micronus Prime

Twitch thinks he’s kinda cool, being probably as little as her. Really shows that someone as small as her can be great like that.

Quintus Prime

They all have a unique fascination with him, even if pretty boring. Nightshade is especially interested by the fact that he’s the scientist of the bunch.

Thirteen

The original written myth of Thirteen is incredibly bland to them, and Thrash remarked that clearly they didn’t do a good job. However, when brought the idea of them being Amalgamous’s sparkling, a shifter just like him, and agender, they were all far more interested, and found them a little bit cooler. However, with still so little known, they’re not very interesting compared to the others.

Nova Prime

The fact that he’s known for having not been the best person, yet still respectable enough as ‘The Master Kindler’ and having reintroduced Kindling to table now that the wells were dying, really interests them. Also find it cool how Nova is genderfluid.

“Girlboss, gaslight, gatekeep. 👌” - Hashtag

Sentinel Prime

They’re pretty confident that the very fact that Optimus refused to say his name is enough to say he’s clearly not a very good person, and being told of all that he’d done in his time, they all decidedly hated him.

Optimus Prime

Optimus refused to share very much about himself, beyond his own achievements throughout his reign. They think even higher of him than before. Megatron later revealed that a downside is that he is a loner/introvert & a/antisocial, and usually rather cold/not very personable with people outside of his personal circle of ‘loved ones’.

Rodimus Prime

Nothing was said to his current location, but was noted that he is currently ‘in-training’/not fully a ‘Prime’ yet (won’t be until Op steps down/passes), generally quite polite and sweet if shy, quite strongly religious but really quiet about it, Captain to a crew on a neutral ship, remains neutral himself rather than aligned, a peacetime leader compared to Optimus being a ‘wartime leader’, and technically the true Prime of the reign the Terrans were born under, so they’d be Rodimus’s rather than Optimus’s.

Twitch is even more fond of him, and the others a little more impressed/interested into the prospect of doing a little research into him and those comics.

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This is canon divergent, so things don’t completely align up with canon.

I happen to HC Solus as TransMasc/FtM & had a female lover, Amalgamous as the original Decepticon leader & have had an ex-Autobot lover + two sparklings, Alchemist as being a ‘peacetime leader’/kept the peace until he died (of old age), and Nova as having revived the practice of Kindling and very protective over sparklings + genderfluid.

Thx.

[sburbian-sage]

Hi skepticArbiter!

I don't know how long it's been on your end since you posted that GristTorrent ask, but your offhanded proposal of a Universal Grist Bank has driven my ADHD to heights of hyperfixation that have never been seen before. It has been months. Being a native Smith of Coins that's about what you'd expect, lol. Anyway! I bring it up because the session I'm currently in is serendipitously about the absolute best group I could ask for in making the idea a reality. It really feels like the Shine itself legitimately just manifested itself and forced whatever the infinitesimally small chance of something like this actually happening I swear to dog.

Thirteen of us, all have made it through at least ten sessions (with CERTAIN PEOPLE at significantly more than that-- 32 if she's to be believed and I've seen no evidence to the contrary and lots of proof that it's true) and managed to naturally reroll our native classpects. All of us. Not a lick of vagabouncy. It's insane. Both of our cardinal aspects’ first playthroughs were duet sessions. There's public proof several places on the replayernet going back timestamps that our Bane of Stage, Page of Mist, and Rouge of Sand have been sessionmates before. The Bane of Stage hunts Azurites for Fun and Him Time, 12 confirmed PK kills that I am aware of. Our Waste of Law(aforementioned 32 session legend) is awesometier. Several of us are pre-replayernet loose veterans. Our tactician classes, Flux player, and Mind player have been freaking out like ants when their trail gets stepped on. No major glitches or bugs so far, knock on wood. It feels too good to be true but in discussing it all of us dealt with capital-b-Bullshit scenarios with Light players in our last runs so I'm just trying to enjoy it without ruining it worrying.

I'm sending this message primarily to let you know that this is actually happening, and to thank you for coming up with the UGB in the first place. But also, I have come with some questions. I have never had to deal with the Others before (miraculous in it's own right tbh) and thus have absolutely no idea what to expect. I'm not part of the side that's doing the bartering, but I've known a good chunk of this group over the replayernet for a pretty long time and consider many dear friends(another insane thing to actually happen- us ending up together) and I am. Concerned. Everyone says “oh they do impossible bargins” and “will take parts of your soul” but I've never seen anyone actually SPECIFY what the terms for their deals are. It's not that I don't believe it's really that bad, it's just I'd much rather know than not know, you know? Is it a faux pas I'm not aware of to talk about it? Since you had to do it yourself for your ring journey I figured you'd be as good a place as any to ask and since it's over text it might not be as impactful for you as asking my friends face to face potentially could be for them, I apologize if that's incredibly insensitive of me.

For further context, the group is split so some of us are working on bartering with the others (Rouge of Sand, Guide of Void, Maid of Rage), some of us are actually making the physical server and programming the necessary software (myself, Witch of Time, Sage of Dreams, Heir of Sound), some are doing both (Waste of Law, Ward of Mind, Sylph of Flux), and our Seer of Space, Bane of Stage, and Page of Mist are covering taking care of session stuff where they can for now so the rest of us can focus on getting everything together for the bank.

Thank you again, and in advance for any insight you are willing to share,

snugglySocialist

Holy shit! I'm glad that an offhanded statement I meant mostly as a joke finally led to good things happening, instead of just getting me in trouble. Though that could still happen if I endorse this and it turns into an All Or Nothing situation, so pull through if you can. I said it before and I'll say it again, if you pull this off then not only will you have the eternal of gamebreakers, people who accidentally break their game, and anyone in a Ring Journey, but your handles will be put in the history books right next to the guy who figured out the Alimentator hack.

As for your question, I'm afraid I'm not a good firsthand source of information on this topic. I did not make the bargain for the Ring Journey I'm on, someone else did it. You are right that information is hard to come by, but "it's difficult to talk about" is only one reason out of three. Some people hide the nature of their bargains for protection. Especially if it's a larger operation like a Ring Server, if the presence of the server hinges upon X condition being fulfilled, and some malefactor wants to take down the site, best not to let them know which conditions to break. The third reason is that "not disclosing details of the bargain to other people" may itself be a condition of the bargain. It is, in fact, as annoying as it sounds, and all of these combined (not to mention the fact that writing down anything about the Others is a passive source of corruption) makes this topic a bitch to gain any information about.

For your purposes, the institution of a Ring Server isn't that big of an ask, so I don't think the price will be literally impossible or metaphorically impossible (like "consume the hearts of all of your friends and set yourself on fire", that's basically their catty way of saying "we're not giving you a deal"). However, something like a Universal Grist Bank has significantly more "oomph" behind it than an online archive, social media page, or weirdass elitist bookclub. Standard bargaining practice is to respond to any price they give you with "that is too much", in which case they'll either lower the price, or solidify that the price is set.

As for the actual prices, it varies. The Transamphibian founders can't use their real names anymore. CorpseParty got shut down because someone used the server to try and scry cross-session, which apparently violated the deal. In general though, the prices set seem almost spiteful. "They take bits of your soul" is more metaphorical than literal, like really fond memories, your reputation, relationship with someone important, and in the worst cases your ability to engage in a hobby that you consider fundamental to your sense of being. I think there's at least one case where someone's condition was that they can't use any Replayer Network, which effectively unpersons them (this information was shared secondhand for obvious reasons and thus couldn't be verified). It's impossible to tell what the deal is until you have it, and all of your efforts to establish the UGB are basically bottlenecked into dealing with those guys, who can make or break the entire project. And they know this. And you have no power over them, only than knowing that they will not do anything to you unless you ask them to do it. There's really no further advice I can give you other than...

Lawyer up. Read the fine print, argue for fairness as much as possible, and don't let yourself get worked over any more than is necessary.

Once you accept a deal, stick with it. There are no "grace periods", take-backs, or hiding an infraction. If the terms of the deal are broken, the UGB goes up in flames basically forever (unless you make another deal to "recover it").

Genuinely, genuinely, don't chew off more than you can swallow. If the terms of the contract are unlivable to any of the people undertaking it, don't do it.

There is one other aspect I should mention, which is that if the conditions of the deal only concern one person, the deal will still be upheld once that person dies. So if the condition is "nobody can upload Build Grist" and someone uploads Build Grist, then the website is kill. But if the condition is "none of the founders can alchemize anything anymore, and all of the founders end up dying, then the site will stay up. Though it'll obviously need new administrators. Sorry for the macabre example, but this is a little-known facet of Other bargains that not a lot of people know about, and it's why a lot of the older servers and networks are still up.

[fabeong]

Questions from the Fic Writing Game :)

✅ list one or two favorite lines you’ve written and explain why they’re your favorite

💕 what's your favorite part of your writing process?

🔚 have you ever completely changed the direction a piece was going?

🔥 what’s something that’s currently going really well?

Oh mate, you’ve really chosen some good ones here thank you 💕

✅ list one or two favorite lines you’ve written and explain why they’re your favorite

MATE. Ok you know how this says one or two lines yeah sorry I’m dropping a paragraph but I think you might like it 👀

(Under a cut bc I go on a ramble whoopsies)

“I know your surname is Toktra, and it means to search for” Florentius spoke softly, thoughtfully; the memories rose all too easily to his lips. “Your hometown is on the north… no, north-eastern tip of the Alik’ir desert, though you haven’t been back in years. You like cloudy weather the most although you’ll accept the sun because it hurts vampires, and your favourite colour is yellow. You find any flute music intolerable and you joined the Vigilants at thirteen years old, to this day still the youngest they’ve ever accepted. And…” suddenly he was fighting against a smile, only as soon as he looked over at Isran at last he lost it and collapsed into helpless laughter. “And you’re allergic to figs, as we found out at that pastry stall in Bruma, and your face-“ “Went so numb I could barely speak.” Isran finished the memory for him, a smile somewhere between reluctant and irrepressible fighting onto his lips. Florentius nodded, his chuckles finally subsiding though his chest ached. When had he last laughed like that? The last thing he expected was for Isran to speak again. “Your first name is Silas.” His voice was so quiet it was almost inaudible over the snowfall outside. But Florentius heard him. “But it’s technically your father’s name. It’s an old Cyrodillic naming tradition where your first name is your father’s, your second is your given name, the third is your family name, and you have another name too, it… it indicates where you’re from but I don’t remember-” “Eboratum” Florentius whispered before he could help himself. He stared at Isran, frozen in place and unable to believe what was happening. “Eboratum.” Isran exhaled slowly, but it seemed like he could no longer stop. “Your favourite food is medium-rare venison and you were frightened of graveyards as a child. You love autumn because of the changing colours of the leaves and you had to kill your best friend when they were infected with vampirism and tried to infect you. You know how to swim but you don’t like to do it. You used to have long hair that almost reached your elbows, and it always looked so soft I wanted to ask how you looked after it. You come from Venda’s Watch, half a day’s ride south of Bruma, but you studied in Cheydinhal at the Great Chapel there and… and you ran away from Arkay when you were thirteen.”

So I’m a huge fan of the “to be loved is to be known” idea, and I get to really indulge in it here, plus 🥰🥰Florentius and Isran backstory 🥰🥰

💕 what's your favorite part of your writing process?

ooh that’s a tricky one tbh. I think the most satisfying part is honestly when I finish a fic’s first draft?

🔚 have you ever completely changed the direction a piece was going?

Oh i absolutely have 😅 one example that really comes to mind was a fic I wrote many years ago that started out fully meant to be a cozy, comforting, coming-home-to-your-lover sweet fic and then after I wrote the soft intro my brain just went “…but what if that was a dream? And reality was anything but sweet?” And I completely went off into a hurt-no-comfort narrative with another evil plot twist at the end 😈

🔥 what’s something that’s currently going really well?

Honestly there’s a lot going on rn but one positive thing is I finally got confirmation my job will keep me on past Xmas 🎉 which is kind of a double-edged sword bc I’ve already decided I don’t want to stay too much longer but still yay for job security ✨

[wrencatte]

just another robin!Jason & Bruce fic that will lead into a Red Hood!Jason & Bruce part. It's becoming a thing, i think....I hope that's okay XD XD

This one is: Jason is a nerd no matter how old he is. more family fluff and angst than anything else tbh.

The first time it happens, it catches Bruce by surprise –

He’s down in the Cave a little early, sorting through some evidence, when he hears a purposeful shuffle behind him. Bruce bites down the smile – Jason didn’t need to be purposeful. While he made it pretty far remaining undetected, he lost the plot somewhere halfway through. When he turns to his Robin – because the Cave means Bruce is Batman and Jason is Robin – he stops in mild confusion.

Normally, by now, Jason would be half suited up, just missing his cape and domino and maybe his gloves.

This time, the boy is dressed down in a Wonder Woman hoodie and some sweats, wearing socks because Alfred refuses to let any of them down here barefooted, and looking more unsure than Bruce has seen in a long, long while. Jason’s been gaining confidence by the truck load since their last talk and it’s bizarre to see him nervous now, peeking up at Bruce through his overgrown curls, hands stuffed into his hoodie pocket, rocking back on his heels before he realizes what he’s doing and forcibly stops.

“Everything okay, Jay?” Bruce asks softly, making sure to keep it that way. This set up could have Jason bolting in the worst way if Bruce approaches this any other way but understanding and open.

Jason’s head snaps up, eyes wide like he hadn’t noticed Bruce noticing him even though they made eye contact and that just makes Bruce more concerned. His gazes flickers sideways, and he pulls out a hand to scratch his cheek, smile small and wobbly.

“Heeeyy, boss-man,” Jason says, definitely avoiding eye contact now. “So. Question.”

Bruce opens up his body language, doesn’t get up because he doesn’t want to loom – he’s been reading more parenting books lately by order of Dick. (He can see why and had made a vow to start implementing those lessons on his first son too.). He keeps it obvious he’s paying attention and is curious, but makes sure he’s not too curious.

Interrogating Rogues is easier than this – he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“Answer,” Bruce says, smiling. Jason’s smile gets a little less nervous at the easy tone. “What’s going on?”

“I have a project due. In English.”

“Do you need help?” is Bruce’s immediate offer. Not that Jason’s ever needed help with schoolwork except with the occasional math or chemistry problem, but those were saved for the truly mind-boggling questions.

“…No. I was wondering…I was wondering if I could stay home – from patrol…to work on it,” Jason mumbles, head ducking down.

Bruce stares. “Excuse me?”

His shoulders creep to his ears. “I just. I wanna get a good grade,” he continues to mumble and Bruce doesn’t stop him. He can hear him perfectly fine. It’s obvious asking this is a big step, Bruce just doesn’t understand why it’s a big step. “And I was just hopin’ to work on it tonight.”

Bruce blinks. “You want to skip patrol to work on a school project?”

And just like that, Jason’s squaring up, shoulders popping up, back straightening, chin jutting out in a stubborn gesture that Bruce has to keep himself from smiling at. He’s thirteen, not six. It really is the stance of a rebellious teenager, not the cute pout of a toddler, but it’s just so nice to see.

Jason had been all spite-fire and aggressive defense when Bruce first found him in that alley, three tires into the batmobile and no intentions of stopping, but after the initial meet up and spike of adrenaline, after – after the disaster (and subsequent first case) that was Ma Gunn, Jason had practically wilted. Still the snark and the stubbornness that could match Dick head for head, but there was something off.

Something like not really asking for things that he wants. Like he thinks he’s not allowed to have them, like Bruce or Alfred will tell him no.

Oh. Oh. Big step.

Bruce settles back in his chair. “Of course,” he says after a split second of silence. Not quite hesitation, but long enough for Jason to start to get defensive, the perfect counterpoint on the tip of his tongue if Bruce had said no. “Of course you can stay home from patrol, Jaylad. Do you…” Now he visibly hesitates and Jason’s giddiness at getting what he wants (such a small thing. He asked for such a small thing and thought Bruce was going to say no?) “Do you want me to stay behind, help out?”

Jason’s eyes widen. “What?” He shakes his head rapidly and blurts out, “No! No. You don’t, you don’t have to do that.”

“What if I want to?” Bruce asks.

His face flushes. “Gotham needs you,” he says in a rush. “I – It’s fine.” He pauses. “Plus. No offense, boss-man. You’re, like, really bad at book analyses.”

Bruce laughs out loud, and Jason cracks a smile before he laughs too.

[transingthoseformers]

Reborn Primes AU: I went to Tfwiki to see what canonically happened to each of The Thirteen.

Confirmed Alive During The War: Nexus, Vector, Megatronus, Alpha Trion*

Confirmed Dead Before The War: Solus, Onyx, Micronus, The Thirteenth**, Liege Maximo***

Unaccounted For: Alchemist****, Amalgamous*****, Prima, Quintus******

*Died during the war, definitely unable to reincarnate without The Allspark being active

**Canonically reincarnated as Optimus after going down The Well; Solus, Onyxz and Micronus went down the well just like him (though Solus was already dead when she did)

***Either died on the ground on Cybertron, or in space; only confirmed dead to not go down The Well

****Either just dissappeared (and possibly died on Cybertron) or went off into space and was never heard from again

*****Dissappeared, though his disembodied t-cog was found in space during the war, but the implication was that he's alive?

******Implied killed by the quintessons long before the war, but while he's propably canonically dead, strictly speaking that was just Alpha Trion's speculation

.

So the Primes that would definitely be around to fight Unicron are Nexus, Vector, Megatronus, The Thirteenth (Optimus), Onyx (Shockwave), Micronus (?), and Solus (?).

The ones that could be alive or reincarnated are Prima, Alchemist, Amalgamous, Quintus, and Liege Maximo (depending on whether you have to die on Cybertron and/or physically enter The Allspark in order to reincarnate).

So 7-12 out of 13. The less the better propably, tbh. And Shockwave could propably understand Alchemist's and/or Quintus' sciences.

Propably going to just have Liege Maximo reincarnate too, as he did die on Cybertron's surface at least in the Covenant. Propably going to keep Quintus and Alchemist dead and unreincarnated? Or perhaps all four of the unaccounted Primes did reincarnate (at least the ones who could have died on Cybertron), but died in the war without ever finding out what they are?

This makes sense, though I don't really have any more ideas on who could be reincarnated as who (unless it's oc time?) And the idea of them having reincarnated only to die in the war does make sense tbh considering just how many mecha died in a millions of year war