#it doesn't happen when i write stuff in italian

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IMPORTANT!

I've seen some of my moots post New Year Resolution lists/To-do lists so I thought I'd share mine. It contains important information my mutuals deserve to know.

I suppose you all don't remember my WIP The Lady of Ithilien.

Don't worry, it's a very small thing I've never really talked about. Enna? Eönwë? I don't know who these people are (just kidding, of course). Well, I have to announce that it will no longer be a WIP. It won't be a WIP for a long time, since I don't plan on posting new chapters until the latter part of this year and possibly even early 2026.

Much has changed since I posted chapter 3 back in April. I've created many, many, many OCs and some of them will appear in the story quite soon. As such, I need to have them completely (or semi-completely) figured out (full names, lineage, background, personality and role within the plot) BEFORE I start writing about them.

This is why answering character asks will be my main priority for early 2025 at the very least. I need to know who my characters are before I write them and make a mess. Please send as many asks as you can (even random questions), so that I can flesh them out as much as possible. Even stupid questions are okay. Seemingly stupid questions—I reckon questions are never stupid—are actually the best because they force me to think. Trust me, I do need to think 😂 it's the overthinking part that which I don't like.

I was re-reading the LOI prologue last night and I couldn't help but notice how different Ioreth's personality is if compared to how I wrote her character just two chapters later. She sort of has some of the same traits, but she's much more gentle and understanding in the prologue than she is later, and I don't think Enna "misbehaving" could trigger such a massive change in her personality if she hadn't shown signs of being a complete b*tch beforehand. Luckily for me, I haven't written much yet, so that issue could be easily solved by deleting the prologue and reposting it separately as a general introduction to Enna as a character. I have already copied the prologue in my AO3 drafts in case I decide go through with it, but I will wait a while longer before I make a decision since I'm notoriously volatile and change my mind every five seconds about everything. This example is just to show how writing instinctively and without thinking can impact things in the long run, so I definitely need to develop my characters. That's the first thing I intend to do this year.

Second, I need to finish the Tolkien OC Week one-shots that should've been done by the end of this past August. I am still working on the one-shot for Day 5 and I have changed my mind about the prompt for Day 6 at least a billion times. I have to expand the one for Day 7 and finish the one-shot for day 1 (Maiarin world-building is the stuff of nightmares).

Plus, I need to make sure that I don't further change my mind about things I've already written, which is something I unfortunately always end up doing. I change my mind all the time and it's honestly kind of debilitating at this point. I feel like I'll never finish anything and it's disheartening.

I legit can't stop coming up with newer ideas that I think are better than the old ones and replacing stuff I've already written with new scenarios. The thing is, my excitement wears off pretty quickly and I soon get even better ideas that quickly replace the new ones. It's a never-ending cycle which needs to stop ASAP.

I do plan to make some changes to the LOI chapters I've already posted. I'll edit the story before I resume posting later this year/next year. I've planned the following changes so far:

Possibly take out the prologue and reposting it separately [the reasons for this change are mentioned above]. Should that be the case, LOI will start with chapter 1. I haven't really made up my mind about this though. I kind of don't want to delete it because, in doing so, I would lose all my comments and comments are very important to me, but I suppose I could screenshot them, print them and frame them 😂

Change Eönwë's Quenya lines in what is now Chapter 2 to Valarin. I mean, the guy is basically in a coma and starts speaking in a second/third language? I know that Maiar and Valar are supposed to be more or less masters of all languages, but I think it would make much more sense if he muttered stuff in Valarin rather than Quenya. I did not think of this when I first wrote the chapter a year ago and I wasn't not yet obsessed with Turkish period dramas.

Carefully review the parts of Chapter 4 that I have already written and make major adjustments. Write new parts that make more sense considering the events that have just occurred story-wise (don't worry, I won't discard anything. The "current" chapter 4 will be pushed back in the timeline and possibly become Chapter 7 or 8.

Pay a lot more attention to grammar and spelling. I usually don't mind it when other writers make spelling mistakes, but when it happens to me...it's a whole other matter entirely. I've been learning English for a long time and the fact that I still make that kind of mistakes—mostly due to distraction—really irks me. I'm talking capitalization issues, wrong vowels and such. I know how to write correctly and I cannot stress how I roll my eyes whenever I spot misspelled words I perfectly know how to write. And it usually happens after re-reading the same paragraph four or five times.

Stop adding lore to asks I've already posted. How are people going to keep up if I keep adding more and more things? I literally posted the Eleniel/Celebrían ask on New Year's Day and I've edited the post twice already because I obviously came up with slightly different concepts and ideas. It's been two days and I have no doubt I'll come up with slightly different variations of things anytime I re-read the post. I don't think it's fair to the person who sent the ask (@lucifers-legions in this case, but it could be anyone) to keep changing things. I never do it on purpose (it's more of an impulse things), but I need to make decisions and stick to them. People should be able to read the answers to my asks without stressing over what I'm going to change. This applies to everyone sending asks (anons and mutuals alike), but it's even more important when someone is borrowing your characters for their story. So, I plan to be better and I really hope I will succeed. Also, constantly updating things is not good for me either (I forget half of the stuff and get confused, which is...not ideal)

Try and work on all the other asks I have queued. They include a second unusual OC/creator questions ask from @fishing4stars, four more from @lucifers-legions (three character asks and one fic-request), one from @dilettantefeminist, one from @jhelenivarsimae, one from @quillofspirit and two from @saurongorthaur9 (one character ask and one fic-request). I have started some of these and for others I had ideas which I momentarily abandoned/discarded. What I am trying to say is that I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN about these and that I'm working on them. I wish I could put things out more quickly, but...you know me by now. I'm slow. And I wish I wasn't.

Try and be more organized. I have a bunch of random files and notes that need to be neatly stored somewhere. My brain is a mess as it is and it doesn't need any more distractions.

Speaking of distractions...Tumblr (and social media in general) happens to be one. While I love scrolling through my feed here...it prevents me from actually writing and planning. Which is why I think it won't be surprising if I take even longer breaks from it. Despite this, I would like to keep in contact with all the awesome people I've met on here so. You can text me on Insta (I can give it to you via text on here) or you can email me if you like. Just text me and we'll talk about it. I'll still come back to Tumblr every once in a while (I'll never deactivate my account or things like that), but...I think I need to take drastic measures to stay focused and actually update my fics. I'll come back here to reply to the asks I get and to comments and texts I might get, but I don't think I'll ever be as active as I once was. Maybe I will be again one day, but I need to work on my concentration skills first (I honestly think I might have ADHD and I kind of would like to get it checked out. I've been doing some reading about it and most of the symptoms I have are a match for ADHD. It might also not be the case, but...I don't know.)

Update (sometime down the line) my masterlist, make it more pretty to look at and make a headcanon list to be kept in my files and also to be posted here. Most of my asks are buried somewhere and I need to keep them all in the same place so that I can easily find them. Not urgent, but also...quite urgent.

All in all, I would like to thank all of you for your continued support and thank you for putting up with me. 💕

I understand I can be a pain and I'm sorry (I'm honestly starting to think Enna and I are the same person. She's just way more unlucky)

PS: *As a testament to my overthinking, it seems I cannot stop thinking about that darn prologue (it's been LITERAL HOURS since I first queued this post and it's been haunting me ever since). Ioreth's characterization is my main issue with it at the moment, but, on second thoughts, I suppose that the whole "personality change" issue could be attributed to her acting nice while Enna was a young child in an attempt to gain her trust and manipulate her into thinking that she was way better than her mother. That's kind of plausible. She basically gaslighted her throughout her childhood and started showing her true colors when Enna grew up and started to "rebel". Okay, that's more or less fine, I suppose.

It's just that the prologue is set in Ithilien and the first chapter is literally a year later in Minas Tirith and she's already met Mairon. Mmm...🤔

Should I add a few chapters in between showing Enna's pre-drama daily life, her lessons with the most sensible tutor in Middle-earth aka Finnas, her moving to Minas Tirith with Faramir and Elboron, introduce her two main attendants and address the differences between her life in Ithilien and in Minas Tirith? Should I also include a chapter where she meets Mairon and he starts manipulating right off the bat?

I'm literally debating whether I should rewrite the story from the start [the most complicated option what will probably cause me to abandon the fic altogether], add the extra chapters between the prologue and Chapter 1 [if that ends up happening, the prologue will go back to being Chapter 1 and the other chapters will follow accordingly], or just delete the prologue and leave everything else as it is now [the easiest option]

In any case, I doubt I'll be able to post anything before next October/November, my ultimate deadline being early to mid 2026.

IF I DON'T UPDATE BY THEN...then you're allowed to consider the story officially discontinued/abandoned.

Writing LOI requires a lot of work and hopefully finishing off the one-shots first will give me inspo and motivation to work on the story. If not, Elenwë and all my OCs will only live in my mind and in the one-shots that are already posted.

Also, all the planned fics I listed on my masterlist... probably won't happen either. Let's be realistic, I'll never ever get to them in this lifetime. I get distracted too often, I can't meet deadlines and I'm never satisfied with my own work. I am never happy about it. Perhaps I'm just not cut out for writing. Maybe I should stop writing right this instant.

Lastly, I would like to thank all of my moots for their unwavering support. I have met so many wonderful people here and, even if I stop writing, I'll always keep reading and commenting!

[writersblockiskillingme]

Dad Damaino please

Papà | Damiano David

Pairing: Damiano David x reader

Summary: You woke up in the middle of the night just so that you realize that Damiano is not with you, but don't worry. You know where to find him.

Warning/s: just pure fluff, mantion of hospitals a few times, pregnancy and babies and all that stuff, dad Damiano (yes that should be a warning itself), first time writing anything related to babies and that kind of stuff, possible grammar and spelling mistakes (English is my second language)

Author's note: Ding! Order up!🛎 Here is another Damiano fic as you requested. I really do hope you like it. It is truly the first time that I wrote anything that included this type of topics, but I hope that I did a decent job. Thank you for the request, anon. Feel free to send more requests. Enjoy!! 👩‍🍳

You were snuggled deep in the silk sheets on Damiano's and yours bed. Once you heard the noise the first time you just started to press your face much deeper in your pillow. The softness and the warmth of your side of the bed was overwhelming. You were finally back home. Back in your own bed.

Oh, how much you missed your comfortable side of the bed. The soft, squishy pillow that felt like you were resting your face on a literal cloud. You missed the softness so much. You knew one thing for sure. Hospital beds sucked. Very much so. But, aside from all that. One thing you missed the most, one thing that you literally wanted to kill for when you were forced to lay in uncomfortable hospital bed for days, was Damiano's soft touch when you slept.

The feeling of his arm tightening around you and bringing you closer to keep you warm at night when you were practically fast asleep. You missed the feeling of his soft breathing that you felt against your neck every night. You just missed feeling his warmth and being in his safe hold in your sleep. When you slept in the same bed with him, it felt like the safest place ever. You felt like you were the safest you could ever be in the whole wide world right when you were in his arms. Speaking of Damiano, soon enough, as you steached your arm out and your fingers felt the sheets on the other side of the bed where Damiano was supposed to be sleeping, you noticed that Damiano wasn't laing in bed anymore. That's when you heard that little whining voice again, but it was slowly calming down, it was slowly getting quite and you knew what it was. You knew what was happening.

You gathered all of the strength you could so you could open your eyes. You did so with, what seemed like, a lot of effort. You than steached your arm a little bit left soaking in the feeling of the cold side of bed which Damiano occupied, but now was nowhere to be found. Yet you were sure that you knew exactly where he was. And so, with that thought, you decided that you should get up and confirm your suspicion. You couldn't help but let out a small soft groan at the thought of getting up from the bed. It doesn't matter, you think to yourself, the bed was getting colder without him anyways. You lifted the covers off of you and slang your legs over your side of the bed so you could get up. As you did that, and got up afterwards, you, once again, couldn't help but let out another soft groan from the soreness. You still couldn't believe that all of this happened just a few days ago.

You slowly, quietly started to walk out of Damiano's and yours room and down the hallway. You watched your every step, careful as to not wake her up as Damiano probably got her back to sleep. Just when you thought that you had to open the door to the room that was not so far away from your bedroom you met with a wonderful sight.

There he was. Standing in the middle of the room, his back turned to you, facing the window which showed nothing but a complete darkness that the Italian night brought with it when it decided that Sun should be pushed away for a few hours before it was time for it to go back up. Even though his back was facing you, you could see that he was holding something in his arms or rather someone. As you stood frozen by the doorway, you watched as Damiano was slowly rocking her back and forth as he sang something in Italian to her. It was beautiful. It was truly beautiful. But most of all, it was peaceful and you didn't have the heart, you just couldn't bare, to break this peace between a father and a daughter. But you didn't have to. Damiano was first to notice your presence in the room. When you saw that he noticed you, you started to slowly walk up to him as he gave you a little soft smile. You leaned over his shoulder, holding onto him as you looked at the peaceful, sleeping face of your little girl.

"What are you doing up, amore?" He whispered once you joined them. "Did we wake you up?"

"I noticed that your side of the bed was cold and when I opened my eyes I saw that you were gone." You explained as you watched him watch you with beautiful pair of crystals that your daughter stole for herself, too. "I knew that I would find you here after I heard her voice." You told him as you pressed your finger against your daughter's soft cheek as you carefully tried to not wake her up with your action.

"You shouldn't be awake at his hour. Only a few days have passed since you were free to return home from the hospital." He started to ramble, you noticed that he started to speak faster, his Italian accent getting thicker and you couldn't help but smile at him. "You must sit down right now. You must rest." He continued with whispering his worries to you and you could hold back a quiet giggle that escaped your lips.

"Amore, I'm fine. I feel perfectly fine. Still a little sore, sure." You said and you immediately noticed how he shot you a worried look at that once again so you quickly continued to explain. "But I feel fine, Dami. Truly."

"But you would tell me if something was wrong." He gave you a look, never stopping with rocking your asleep daughter back and forth. "Right?"

"Of course I would. I promise." You promised with a smile and he seemed satisfied with your truthful answer.

"Good." He told you, but he still made you sit down on the rocking chair in the corner of the room.

At that moment you realized how lucky you truly were as to have this amazing family. You had a person who loved you unconditionally and would do anything for you just like you would do the same for him. He was your everything and you were his everything. As he shot a quick look and caught your sleeping form in a rocking chair he realized that he couldn't be happier. He had you. You had him. Him and your darling daughter Marlena.

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TAGLIST

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[aurorawest]

The Scottish Boy by Alex de Campi - 5/5 stars

This book managed to rip my heart out at least 3 times. I loved it. Medieval enemies-to-lovers slow burn; very romantic. Kinda read like fanfiction at times but in a good way. 10/10 would read a follow-up love story about Arundel and Captain Wekena. If you like Captive Prince, give this one a try.

Reforged by Seth Haddon - 4/5 stars

Pretty good bodyguard romantasy. Ironically CS Pacat blurbed this one (another am-I-in-the-matrix moment). The world was interesting and I enjoyed the politics, though they're definitely not as complicated as other SFF politics I've gone feral over (see: Captive Prince, Winter's Orbit, A Memory Called Empire). I ordered the sequel after I finished this.

The Doctor's Date by Heidi Cullinan - 4/5 stars

A Power Unbound by Freya Marske - 5/5 stars

Where do I start? I love, love, LOVE A Marvellous Light. It's one of my favorite books ever. None of the rest of the books in the trilogy could live up to it, really, because it's so good. You'll notice I rated this one 5 stars though, because quite honestly I fell prey to a bit of The Academy Paying The Lord of the Rings Trilogy Its Due syndrome. I did love this book and thought it was better than A Restless Truth (which I still loved!) but part of that is, quite frankly, just due to the fact that I prefer m/m romance to f/f romance.

Anyway. This was such a good finale to the trilogy. I loved that the romance was a giant middle finger to purity cultists. I loved that one of the mains was Italian. I loved finally getting the story of what happened to the Alston twins. One thing I thought was really cool was how, viewed from the outside, you totally get why Edwin is such a loner. I really admire from a writing perspective how Marske pulled that off.

I feel like there's a lot to be said about what Marske was trying to SAY with this book, but I definitely need to reread it first before I can articulate any of it. The purity culture stuff is obvious, but the magic system too. I feel like Jack when he's almost able to connect everything in his mind into a bigger idea, but he can't quite get there.

I've got a special edition from Illumicrate coming, so I'll be rereading it when I have that.

Oh also, this book was the embodiment of all that one tumblr post -

The Guncle by Steven Rowley - 5/5 stars

I saw this in bookstores for years before I finally gave in and bought it. The blurb makes it sound insufferable and twee. Ignore the blurb. This was such a good book about grief and learning how to live again after terrible loss.

I Like Me Better by Robby Weber - 4/5 stars

At last I can stop getting the Lauv song stuck in my head whenever I set eyes on this book (it's stuck in my head as I type this). Pretty standard-issue YA, but it was cute and had a good message.

The Stagsblood King by Gideon E Wood - 4/5 stars

Another book about moving on from grief! This is the second book in a trilogy. When I was trying to determine if I wanted to read on beyond book 1, I scoured the internet for information about what happens in books 2 and 3. Eventually I decided, hell, I enjoyed book 1 well enough, even if what I want to happen in the rest of the trilogy doesn't happen, they're worth reading. SO, to that end, I will tell anyone looking for info that Tel gets romantically involved with a new man in this one, which, eh. I still want him to somehow end up with Vared. It was still quite good though.

In the Lives of Puppets by TJ Klune - DNF at pg 82

So funnily, we were at the bookstore the day I was about to start reading this, and my wife pointed out Ravensong (also by Klune) to me and said, "Do you have this one?" I made a face and said, "That's an older one of his books and I'm wary of his early work after that horrible Verania series. I don't think I've ever read an author as hit or miss as TJ Klune."

I wrote the above when I was 60 pages in and now I have officially DNFed this. Listen. You know how in Thor: Love and Thunder, Taika Waititi was clearly given free rein to do whatever he wanted, so all of his worst impulses made it to the final cut unchecked? Yeah. That's what this book is like.

Here's my Storygraph review: I see Klune is officially Too Big To Edit now. This book has exactly the same problem that his awful Verania series had—a joke that's funny at first but quickly grows tiresome when it's repeated five times per page. The emphasis on Victor's asexuality was also weird and read like Klune was just super proud of himself for writing an ace character.

Lion's Legacy by LC Rosen - 4.25/5 stars

Queer, YA Indiana Jones, but less #problematic. This book had some eerie similarities to my own archaeology adventure novel(s), which made me wonder half-seriously if I somehow know Lev Rosen? Anyway, I feared this would be very heavy-handed and not nuanced on archaeology's ethical dilemmas, since it's YA and also the current culture is to view said dilemmas as completely black and white with no nuance, but I was pleasantly surprised. It manages to examine that, queerness, and daddy issues, plus has time to be a genuinely fun and exciting adventure story. Highly recommend.

Too White to be Coloured, Too Coloured to be Black by Ismail Lagardien - 4/5 stars

I picked up this memoir in a bookstore at OR Tambo airport in Johannesburg as research for Six Places to Fall in Love, since Percy is coloured. A pretty brutal read, but good, and definitely good research. The author was a photographer and journalist through the most violent years of apartheid.

The Splendid and the Vile by Erik Larson - 5/5 stars

Two nonfiction books in a row?? This is the second book by Erik Larson I've read, the first being the excellent The Devil in the White City. I'm not, in general, all that interested in WWII when it comes to military history, but this book is about the day to day lives of Churchill and the people surrounding him (with brief stops to visit FDR and high-ranking Nazis sprinkled throughout). This is a very, very good book, and I recommend reading it if only as a reminder of the resilience and bravery of ordinary people under terrifying circumstances.

Some Desperate Glory by Emily Tesh - 5/5 stars

Holy shit. Holy shit is this book good. Imagine the love child of Lost, Person of Interest, and Battlestar Galactica, but queer and with multiverse shenanigans thrown in.

I need everyone to read this book. Now. Yesterday. Get to it.

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HERE'S AN OFFICIAL DISCORD SERVER!

Not necessary but appreciated robux donation.-Scott_screech

!Warning!:Content might involve vulgar language/swearing,slight dark humour,romance,inappropriate jokes/adult humour,self harm,depression and mental issues illnesses. thank you and stay safe,I wouldn't ever want any on my followers uncomfortable around here so mind the warning(appreciated: if you have an illness and I show it in the wrong way in some of the content please tell me!)

Hello welcome this is short information for now what is happening around in the au and how it looks like and the sexualities,heights,age of each characters+ships and friendships,feel free to ask for the further information,yes here will be more stuff when I will get time to write all...for now answering questions will be easier to me so go ahead! Feel free to ask anything you want or need to know!!-little reminder here,this account is made by only one person so the updates might be more rare cuz I don't have so much time on daily..I still will try do as much as I can

Ships:

Infectedparty-infected x poob

Partybeetle-pest x poob

Wallmark-wallter x mark

Spive-split x bive

Friendships:

Birthday duo-poob and fleshy

Weird trio-pest,inf and poob

Family-lampert,wallter and mark

Scapro duo-prototype and scag

Apartament time-infected and unpleasant

Ball duo-poob and gregoriah

Light wall-lampert and wallter

Wooden light-lampert and mark

Scenelight-lampert and inf

Wood bros-mark and jim

Fun trio- split,poob and inf AND A LOT MORE!

If anyone have ocs ship also welcome then it will change.

Sexualities+genders,heights and age(reminder some are canon and some not):

🎁Poob-asexual,pansexual(non-binary)|5'6 with hat 5'10+at his early 20's| {Polish}

🪲Pest-gay and demisexual(intersex uses he/him,it)|6 feet +at his mid 20's| {Japanese}

💡Lampert-asexual and omnisexual(male)|5'8+19| {Swedish}

🪵Mark-gay(male)|5'9(6'1 with robotic legs instead stand)+at his mid 40's| {Texan}

🪻Jimmy/Jim-bisexual(male)|5'9+at his early 40's| {texan and From Finland}

🧱Wallter-bisexual(genderfluid)|10 feet+at his mid 40's| {British(england) and Greek}

🍌Split-lesbian(female)|5'8 all fours, 7feet normally+early 30's| {Spanish}

☎️Bive-lesbian and asexual(female)|5'9+early 30's| {Austrian}

🟢Gregoriah-gay(trans man,ftm)|5'7+early 20's| {Australian}

💉Drretro-pansexual+demiromantic(female)|normal form 5'7 other form 6 feet+at her early 50's| {Brazilian}

🎂Fleshcousin-unknown+aroace(no identify gender but goes by he/it mostly)|5'8+no age(adult tho)|{no country-depends who he copies}

🛸Gnarpy-straight+aroace(male)|5'7+18| {Gnarpian(planet Gars)}

👾Infected-bisexual(male)|5'9+at his early 20's| {American,New Yorker}

🤖Prototype-pansexual(male)|6'1 feet+no age|{no country}

🐱Jermbo-straight(male)|5'8+21| {meow meow}

🪨Mr-straight+asexual(rock. He/it/little sh#t)|rock form 3 feet,other form 6'3feet+at his mid 40's|{French}

🐛pilby-pansexual(non-binary)|4'2+at their late 50's|(I want to keep that they are old. I like the old fashioned thingy with pilby){Dane(Denmark)}

🔴Reddy-straight(male)|7'6+no age| {no country}

🪣Spud-demiromantic+bisexual(male)|5'10 at his late 30's|{Norwegian}

🦠Unpleasant-straight(male)|5'10+at his mid 30's|{American, Alaskan}

☂️Mach-lesbian(female)|6'10 no hat,with hat 9'5(canon)+at her late 30's|{Canadian}

Folly-aroace(female)|9'5+at her late 40's|{Russian}

Melanie-omnisexual(demigirl)|6feet/with ears 6'3+at her early 30's|{icelandic}

Mozelle-pansexual(princess..female)|4'5 feet+unknown age/doesn't age|{Irish+hellish(yk..)}

(bonus cuz why not)

🍦Crem-pansexual(demiboy)|5'11+at his late 20's|{Italian}

🙂Enphoso-aromantic+bisexual(trans man,ftm)|6'5+at his early 40's|{German}

📌Emerson-omnisexual+asexual(male)|5'10+at his early 30's|{Kiwi(New Zealand}

👑Jeremy-bisexual(male)|normal form 12 feet,other form 7'3+at his mid 30's|{British}

🏕️Sarah-straight(female)|5'9+at her late 30's|{Australian}

🧽Swibbledib-pansexual(gender fluid)|5'10+at his mid 20's|{Portuguese}

📼Scag-bisexual(trans woman,mtf)|5'5+at her early 50's|{no country}

💻Williamplayz57/william-straight(male)|normal form 3'2,other form 6 feet+no age|{American, Floridian}

🦉Sab-straight(male)|5'11 feet+at his early 40's|{Greek}

🕳️Scary mike/mike-questionable(intersex,any pronouns)|6'2+no age|{Nepali}

🪓Glevil-asexual+bisexual(male)|5'10+at his late 40's|{American,New Mexico}

clover-gay(demiboy)|6'3 feet normal form,other form 7 feet+at his late 30's|{Scottish}

Döug-straight(intersex/any)|14 feet normal form,5 feet other form+at it's mid 50's|{German}

OCS.

Tag-no comfirmed Sexuality|5'3 feet+no age information and country|

zAyee-Lesbian|10'5 feet+no age or country information| !both belong to @b4nd4g3-d0ct0r !

THAT'S ALL FOR NOW...IT TOOK ME ALMOST 2 HOURS. THANKS FOR READIN(still editing)

THANKS FOR SUPPORT

!!SOON COMING MORE STUFF(WILL COME/SHOW UP IN LATER STUFF OR WILL BE WRITTEN HERE)!!⬇️

1.Okay for sure here will be a lot of happy wallmark posts,so if here any wallmark happiness needers,enjoy!they are switches and wallter is the malewife...wallter really likes cooking and taking care of others

Mark tries to be as helpful as he can but mark is a clumsy type of guy but very nice,tho sometimes stubborn so is wallter!enjoy-they did have a divorce before but they decided to give it another try and then remarried so yeah,they are a happy married gay couple!!!.

2.Yes the au have a story,kind of a lore and all but I just want to say that in this au most of things are happy(maybe.) and here are not a lot problems(no promises)...except with Mr and unpleasant still is unpleasant,I will write the story one day eventually when I will get time-each cast member of wter have their own backstories and secrets.

3.|pest doesn't really like infected In fact,poob is dating infected and pest but pest and infected are not dating cuz they quite hate each other but after all everything is fine in their relationships,they all agreed on this and are fine with it|,|spive,it just split x bive,bive is still very paranoid but with split she calms down a bit and split tries to help her out with stuff and they love each other very much|,|wallmark,as I said they had a divorce but they remarried,for Lampert and themselves and now they are happy with each other,they still prefer their building materials but they realized it's not such a big of a deal so they ignore what they prefer here|

4. Mark and Jim are siblings,glevil is their cousin|Mark and Jim are very close to each other and would die for one another,Jim really helped mark after divorce and with the remarry plan which worked out|

5.Ocs are still welcomed!Just tell me information about them and if I have rights to add them to the au,I will let on your own answer questions for your oc since I don't want to be rude here and say something incorrect

6.some npcs Live together and here I will give some

Wallter+Mark+jimmy

Poob+pest

Infected+unpleasant+Lampert(tho lampert spends most of his time in rokea)

split+bive

Mach+pilby

Mike+glevil

Mr+enphoso

Crem+Emerson+gregoriah

Jeremy+clover+döug

7.not everything is here from canon and it's more fanon...I try to keep each npcs personalities but also a bit changes,I made this au to a bit make it up to me but I also made this like that to keep important details and not change too much!

8(out of info) you can use my designs for anything you want,ship art and etc but I would be grateful if you tag me when u do

9.yes,wallter and folly are rather close to each other and sometimes consider each other literally bff's,folly isn't as negative and life-threatening to wallter compared to others,wallter is half oblivious to that folly have threaten a lot people and even hurted them...but wallter still helps folly to control herself anyhow.

[maochira]

hi mao!! i hope you’re doing well!! can i mayhaps request the father figures helping the reader learn their native language 🫣 ive been nonstop thinking about this and i think it would be so cute ishdjrjje can u maybe add loki too (he doesn’t have to be a father figure! it can just be like a friend type of thing) thank you so much if you do accept my request!! (also sorry if this has already been done fhrjhf)

THIS IS SO CUTE HELP 😭😭 Also I know you already found out but yeah KJSHJD I don't write for Loki yet but!! I will at some point in the future. Oh and. I uh. Was a bit stupid and... wrote headcanons for the coaches learning the reader's native language first... Sometimes I don't read stuff properly enough. SO YOU'RE GETTING BOTH LEARNING EACH OTHER'S NATIVE LANGUAGES HAH! (imagine I wouldn't have noticed that... GHKJKJGD... anyways)

Requests open! - father figure coaches masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, reader recently moved to the country in the Chris and Snuffy ones, me being a bit stupid resulted in twice the amount of headcanons, praise my stupidity

They teach you their native language!

Even though he's been playing for Bastard München for a long time, occasionally French words still slip into Noa's sentences. It's a bit funny but also makes you want to learn the language better. You've been learning French in school for a while, but always struggled with it. At first, it started with Noa helping with your homework, but it quickly turned into him teaching you the language in an attempt to get you to speak somewhat fluently. Because of his help, you end up becoming one of the best students in your French class.

Chris noticed quickly how you still struggle with your English a lot. You're good enough to properly communicate and have conversations, but every now and then it takes you a while to find the right words. Chris always remembers which words you fail to keep in your head and in which situations you usually struggle. If that happens, he's there to help you and makes sure you don't feel bad for any mistakes you make. He also always points your improvements out and praises you for getting better.

Lavinho missed having someone who understands all his silly and funny Portuguese phrases and curse words - so that's the first thing he taught you. Initially, that's all he wanted but it got you interested in learning more words and phrases until Lavinho just decided he'll teach you to know enough for basic conversations. Teaching you is fun because it means you're the only one around him who understands his curse words, but he also adores your dedication to learning his native language.

Snuffy noticed you tend to avoid speaking Italian because you're ashamed of how bad it is. You tend to speak in English instead, and while Snuffy doesn't mind that at all, he wants to encourage you to speak Italian more often so you'll improve. It took a bit until you got the courage to speak Italian more often, but you were happy when you did and started noticing more improvement. Snuffy always makes sure to not make you feel embarrassed if you make a mistake. Instead, he calmly corrects you and lets you continue talking.

They learn your native language!

Noa has often thought about learning another language, but there just wasn't one that got his interest, until you mentioned your native language to him. He didn't tell you about it right away, but he felt an urge to learn it. He didn't know where to start, so he ended up asking you about it. It made you very excited and you were happy to teach him!

Chris always thought it was cute how you mixed in words from your native language whenever you talked. He quickly picked up the things you say most commonly, but he figured out it'd be cool if he learned more. He asked you to teach him more phrases, and he learned them quicker than expected! He's nowhere near being fluent, but it's nice to see how much effort he puts in for you.

Lavinho was intrigued by your native language the first time he heard you talk in it and immediately asked you to teach him a few words. As time progressed, you went from teaching him words to teaching him full sentences until he was able to have a short conversation with you. He promised he'll learn it more seriously at some point, but of course, that takes time and he hasn't found the time to properly study the language, but until then he's happy to learn from you!

Snuffy knew you had nobody except your family who spoke your native language with you, so he decided to learn a bit to surprise you with it. He originally planned to only learn a few basic phrases, but then he got lost in it and learned a lot more in the span of two months. At first, he was a bit unsure how to tell you and never found a proper chance, but after your team won an important match he praised you in your native language, and it made you even more emotional than you already were.

[eyesontheskyline]

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Here are three Hotchniss headcanons since I can't write one in enough detail without starting to actually write fanfiction:

Listening to her speak other languages makes him a little bit feral for reasons he's never been able to identify. She knows this, and does it on purpose sometimes to mess with him. Spanish or Italian especially, because she's so fluent, and French has baggage. Like, they'll just be in public somewhere, buying groceries or whatever, and she'll start telling herself the pros and cons of the thing she's considering buying in Italian, and he turns into a heart-eyes-on-fire emoji.

He spots silver at her roots - she's redone them by the next day, and he doesn't mention it. But then another time, he catches her looking super closely at them in the mirror, and when lockdown happens and they're taking the opportunity to clear out the house a bit, he holds up her box of her hair dye and he's like "There's no time like the present, right?" and as soon as she can get to a salon she gets a cute pixie cut and grows out the dye and they both fucking love it.

He never, ever raises his voice to her, even if it means he has to shut down entirely to keep himself in check. At first, she interprets this as him going cold, and she'll try and bait him to fight with her. She does raise her voice, and then she feels stupid and exposed when it seems like he just doesn't react. She gets all the way to thinking they're over and shoving all her stuff from her drawer into her bag. He silently takes it all back out and folds it back into the drawer, and she stands there and watches him, then he tells her about his dad, and she gets it.

[bluelolblue]

Lost Memories

Note: I've been writing this all day. First crossover I created Steven Grant x Santino D'Antonio, so it's Moon Knight and John Wick crossover. Also, I took some canon show dialogs for a start, switched Layla with Santino lmao and then wrote some original stuff that didn't happen.

Enjoy these two being confused.

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“What? I thought we said Friday? Today.” 

Friday was today, right?

“Right. Welcome to Sunday,” his date replied sarcastically.

“Come on, no. I think Friday still comes after Thursday, doesn't it?” Steven tried again, this time with a little joke.

“It doesn't change the fact that today is Sunday, which means lose my number. Cheers.” And she hung up before Steven could get any more words out.

Unsuccessful date. Well… it wasn't even a date at this point. He just ended up eating a steak alone, and he was a vegan. Too much has been happening lately, might as well get a steak.

Steven returned back home after a while, confused and humiliated, eating his box of chocolate that was supposed to be for the date. He gave a few sprinkles to his fish, Gus, too. 

“If you're Gus, I'm the bloody Queen of Sheba,” he said, turning to walk away from the fish tank when a few pieces of chocolate fell on the floor.

Steven sighed, crouching down to pick them up when he noticed something weird on the floor. He pulled the rag away, dragging a little table to the spot where the rag was over the outlined corners on the floor. He looked up seeing that one of the wooden tiles was a bit out of place. 

“What is this about?”

He climbed on the wobbly table, examining the wooden tile and realizing that he could move it away, revealing an old phone and a key in the hole.

Later, Steven sat by the table, having his reading glasses on, checking out the old flip phone and seeing missed calls from… Santino? And so many missed calls from him. Just when he was about to press the call button, Santino was calling again.

Steven flinched, standing up and tossing his glasses on the table in disbelief, thinking if he should answer it. And he decided to answer.

“Yeah?” He asked quietly.

“Oh, my God, you're alive.” Came from the other side of the line, a hint of Italian accent that Steven caught.

“Yeah, alright,” Steven replied nervously.

“That's it? I've been texting and calling you for months. You couldn't give me any sign that you were okay? I thought something happened to you. Where are you? Where've you been?” 

“Uh…” Steven wasn't sure what to say, he didn't even know this Santino that was calling him for months. 

“Hello? You…” Santino paused to sigh.

“Sorry, I just found this phone in my flat, and I'm just trying to figure out whose it is,” Steven explained.

“What is with this accent?” Santino asked, clearly sounding confused.

“What?”

“What is happening right now?” 

“Sorry, who do you think I am?” Steven asked, trying to look for more information.

“What do you mean, who? What's wrong with you, Marc?” Santino was getting frustrated, hanging up on Steven.

“What did you just call me? Who is this?” Steven paused, “Why did you call me Marc? Hello?” And he realized Santino hung up.

Steven could feel his panic raising, again being called Marc, this was getting stranger by the day. 

“No, no, no. Come on, come on,” Steven murmured as he tried calling back but Santino wasn't picking up. Great. Just what he needed, adding more confusion to this day.

He needed rest, he needed time to think about everything. So, he gave it time, not looking at that damn phone, pacing around his apartment, trying not to think about it.

It was getting late when the phone rang once again.

“Why didn't you answer-” Steven started but got cut off.

“I want to see you tomorrow. There are still papers you have to sign,” Santino said.

“Papers? What- what papers?” 

Santino sighed deeply before answering, “What you wanted. After everything, you told me that we needed to move on.”

“What? Are we married?” 

“I don't know what's wrong with you,” Santino muttered to himself but Steven could still hear him. “Yes, but obviously you have other plans-”

“Okay, listen. I really don't know what's happening. I thought it was Friday, I was supposed to have a date only to find out it's bloody Sunday, and now I find this phone with hundreds of missed calls from you, and I don't even know you and all this is just too much for one bloody day,” Steven explained, he sounded like he was about to break down. This day was indeed stressful and this was not making it any easier.

“Okay, okay, relax,” Santino changed his tone of voice, not wanting to upset him even more. 

“No, I can't relax. Who is this Marc, and what does he have to do with me? I'm Steven Grant!”

Santino chuckled faintly, trying to hide that laugh that escaped him. “I'm sorry… alright, Steven Grant, I think I know what's going on.” 

“Yeah, you do? Or you're just having a laugh?” Steven asked, a bit offended.

“Tell me where you live now, we can talk this out in person,” Santino suggested.

Steven was a bit hesitant, telling his address to a stranger. But Santino apparently wasn't a stranger. So, he agreed, giving him his address. 

“Marc- Steven. I'm just worried about you. I hope we'll both know everything tomorrow.”

“Right, yeah,” Steven murmured. 

This night was restless, almost the same as his previous nights, barely any sleep, again his one leg chained to the bed. He was overthinking, his whole life was turned upside down in such a short time. Perhaps tomorrow he will have his answers.

The other day, when he was returning back home after his work, he noticed a nicely dressed man, standing near the entrance for Steven's apartment.

“Santino?” Steven asked, glancing at him and actually admiring his look. He looked like a gentleman compared to him.

“Ah, you put me through a lot to get here,” Santino complained, however having a smile on his face. 

“I'm sorry,” Steven apologized, opening the door for him and guiding him to his apartment.

His apartment. Steven forgot how messy it was, but Santino seemed to immediately get interested in Gus. 

“You have a fish? Does it have a name?” Santino asked, standing in front of the fish tank, admiring the little goldfish.

“Gus. That's his name,” Steven replied, surprised by Santino's curiosity. 

Santino hummed in response, glancing around until saw the bed with the chain. “Are you living with someone else?” 

“No, no. This is my mom's flat.” 

“Okay, so you're talking with her again?” 

That was a bit of an odd question, of course Steven was talking with her almost every day, so he just hummed in response. He watched how Santino noticed a book, but not just any book.

“Marceline Desbordes-Valmore?” Santino turned to look at Steven, nodding in amusement. 

“She's my favorite poet.” 

“No, she's my favorite poet.” 

Steven looked at him in confusion, “That's mental.” 

Santino smiled a little, walking over the table with more books. “So you're learning French and hieroglyphics?” 

Steven joined him, “Yeah, well… that's not that impressive, really. It's not like hieroglyphics are a whole language. It's more like a-”

“Like an alphabet,” Santino cut him off. 

Steven blinked but liked the way Santino knew exactly what he was going to say.

“Yeah, and… well, you still have to know ancient Egyptian to read it.”

Santino nodded and hummed but was unable to hold back a chuckle. 

“Sorry, I didn't mean that in a weird way-”

“No, you can stop acting now, Marc,” Santino said after managing to control his laugh. 

“I'm not acting.”

“Right. I thought you were in danger and using an accent to keep yourself safe, but… now I'm not so sure.” Santino walked over to a bag, getting out the papers. “Let's just get this over with. You sent these papers but you never signed them.” Santino handed him the papers waiting as Steven got his reading glasses out of his pocket. It was divorce papers.

“I would never divorce you.”

Santino seemed flattered for a moment. He wished it was true, he wished these papers weren't right here. 

“You're saying this now… after everything.” 

Steven could hear the pain in his voice saying that, so he meant it. “I… I don't know what's happening, I'm sorry.” He felt bad because Santino did come all the way over here only to be even more confused.

Santino swallowed, fidgeting his pinky ring, “I don't know either. I thought you'd want to sign these papers so it's all over.”

“I don't want to,” Steven said softly. “I'm not Marc, but I wouldn't divorce you.” 

“You are Marc.” This time Santino sounded more desperate, trying to get Steven to understand. He pulled out a small picture from his wallet of them two at the beach. “This is you, we are married. Do you need more proof?”

Steven hated how he couldn't remember this, how Santino was trying so hard to convince him and it seemed like Santino was right. That really was him.

“I'm sorry, I don't remember this.” Steven was trying, maybe he saw the beach somewhere, but nothing was adding up. Nothing was making sense.

Santino put the pictures away, looking disappointed. “Maybe I should just leave then.”

“No, please. We can talk about this. I'd lIke to hear more, maybe I'll find out more about Marc that way.” That got Santino's attention, thinking about his options.

“Fine. I guess we can talk some more about this. I just… I want you to remember.” Santino looked at him, making eye contact and Steven sighed, looking away in embarrassment.

“I know. I'll try to, for you.”

They needed some more time to process all this and it was a good decision for Santino to stay. Besides, Steven seemed really sweet, maybe he wasn't Marc, but Santino liked him. Spending more time with him will maybe help him understand the whole situation.

[smokersbaby]

Hello :D first of all, I love your Tumblr blog and writing, your posts about Smoker make me feel butterflies in my tummy. (Yeah, he deserves more love, he's such an underrated character and husband material, so I'm really happy to read all your writing about him ✨) Sorry for not sending a request or leaving a comment sooner (I was nervous because I don't speak italian, my native language is spanish, and I'm insecure about my english knowlege 🙏) I'm so excited to see blogs like yours, Smoker is my favorite One Piece character and let's say he was my unexpected fictional crush from the series haha. (He is such a handsome, kind, righteous and complex character, I feel an unhealthy amount of love for him😭)

So, after all that thirst for Smoker, the request. Do you have some thoughts or headcanons of him being a husband or even a father? I've noticed that people often forget that he is such a sweet man with children and that side of him just melts my heart. (The moment with the ice cream little girl in Loguetown made me fall in love with him in the first place💖)

Thanks for all the love and effort you put in your writing :D you don't need to answer my request if you don't feel comfortable with it so feel free to ignore it, I will understand 👍🏻✨ And keep on writing, you're doing amazing🌟

Thank you so much for all your kind words! Don't you worry about the language since I'm the first one who makes a lot of errors here! Moreover, my sister lives in Spain so when she comes to Italy with her little daughter we speak in Spanish (at least I try).

Smoker is the perfect husband material, I'm sorry if I haven't written more SFW about him until now but I didn't have the chance, so I am more than happy to expose him like that! (that scene in Loguetown lives in my head/heart rent free and I go look at it every time I'm sad, just to let you know) 💕

Characters: Smoker TW: mention of sex (intimate moments part) Notes: if you love Smoker and need some comfort, this is the perfect fanfic for you, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it 💕

-> As a husband <-

Jealousy -> he isn't the kind of person that demonstrates openly how jealous he is towards you when someone else gives you attention (there will not be jealousy dramas), but he'll look at the other person with a deadly look from distance. He is jealous of you, more than you could imagine, he can't think of you in someone else's arms.

Sleeping together -> He loves when you use his chest as a pillow (and you love poking and squeezing his boobies too, let's say that), with his arms caressing your back when you fall asleep on him. He doesn't move a muscle when you nap, even though he grunts as he starts to feel his arms getting dizzy from the uncomfortable position due to your weight on him. He snores when he sleeps (sorry for that) and can be a quite heavy sleeper when it's with you (the opposite happens when he has a mission and must be alert).

Protection -> do you remember Smoker saying "you ain't laying a finger on my soldiers!" when he fights pirates? Well, he's protective towards you as well, but hundred times as much! Nobody could harm you when you are with him, if someone does, that person would be torn apart within minutes.

Cuddles -> he doesn't demonstrate his love in public, and Smoker blushes a lot trying to stay calm when you try to do mushy stuff with him in front of people. But, when you two are alone, he loves cuddling you whenever he has the opportunity. The thing he loves the most is hugging you from behind and placing his chin over your head as he does so, it happens almost whenever you are in the kitchen cooking or just brushing your teeth in the bathroom.

Cooking -> Smoker is not the best cook in the couple, he tried a lot of times and with a huge effort trying to impress you but he ended up throwing away a lot of pans since they were almost burnt or too difficult to clean after he finished. Once he gave you the only edible meal he cooked and he thought you were joking as you told him that it was quite good.

Living together -> Smoker never thought he could enjoy living with someone else this much. Since you two moved in together, he started to do everything with you, most of all because his work schedule it's quite strict and he tries to spend time with you as much as possible in your shared house. He's quite an organized person, if you thought he might be messy with clothes you're wrong: it's mostly the times he reproaches you for not putting your things in order (he's a marine after all, what did you expect?)

Going out -> He loves taking you out to play pool with him. He can't help but chuckle seeing you try your best and lose against him. When you make mistakes missing the balls with the billiard clues Smoker laughs a bit, but just because he can use this opportunity as his advance, placing his hands on your waist trying to teach you how to play properly (of course most of the time you pretend you can't play to make him approach you).

Intimate moments -> He's intense, for real. He won't let you leave the bedroom until he satisfies every desire of yours (it's him that insists to do that, not you). He loves your body and kisses every inch of you before using his mouth to make you see stars. Smoker adores you when you ride him taking the lead since he's accustomed to giving orders in his job, it's like a kind of role reversal to him. He can be a little bit rough at times in bed, grabbing you by your thighs and leaving small bites on your neck, but he won't ever push you beyond your limits. Smoker also loves when you ask him to spank your butt since he can't take his hands off of it. He has a slightly praising kink and loves telling you how good you are at taking him all inside of you.

-> As a father <-

Smoking -> he doesn't smoke around you when you are pregnant as doesn't smoke around his children since his family is the top priority to him, but since his kids want to be with their dad all the time he's quite stressed about abstinence from smoke.

Protection -> Good luck to everyone who tries to harm his children, no one could ever think about such a thing, and when the idea of someone harming his children comes into Smoker's mind, he can't help but think about all the things he would do to make these people pay in the most atrocious ways.

Boy or girl? -> He wants a girl, definitely, but he'll be hella protective towards her when she starts growing up. He'll treat her like her little princess and bring her on his shoulder every time he can. Smoker can't resist but give her all she wants, even when he knows he shouldn't spoil her but he can't say no to his little princess.

Cherishes your body -> There's no need to be insecure about your body after giving birth since he'll love every curve of yours during and after pregnancy: every pound you gained in the 9 months is a pound more for him to love. Your stretchmarks are just a sign of you bringing to this world his child. He doesn't care if your body changed after the birth of your babies, this is just another reason to make you feel appreciated more than before since he can't see you sad about it and won't ever let it happen.

Finds time to stay with you -> Probably it won't be easy for you two to find time for yourself when you both have children to take care of and he's away in marine missions for days. But when you finally find a little bit of time to spend alone with Smoker it's like when you were just married, snuggling in bed as he gives you all the attention he can to the person he loves the most.

Playtime -> Smoker tries to find time to play with them, which can be kinda difficult at times because of his job. His children love pranking him while he's busy or distracted. Smoker sighs and puts on a (fake) grunt on his face as this happens and then starts chasing them playfully all over the house. They love pretending to be pirates escaping from the big marine that is their father, Smoker plays along but he's kinda worried when he sees his children enjoying this game, he hopes with all his heart that his kids won't ever become pirates.

When the kids grow up -> He teaches them the difference between what's right and what's simple, which can be difficult since he has seen so many people taking the wrong way in life, but he tries to not push them about it since he knows he'll probably get the opposite reaction from them. He loves his children so much and is a little bit scared of them growing up, Smoker wants the best for them.

[amypihcs]

Hello! As late as usual and a bit more frozen than usual! Let's see today's story!

Holmes just wants to do his scrapbooking! He doesn't want a case now! Leave him ALONE!

heyheyhey! This is playing DIRTY!

Holmes being quite a bit vain (and this we already knew) and also very very kind. Lol, the comment of not being seen for weeks! Mrs Hudson only sees him on an almost daily basis because she's FAMILY and adopted him! And worries if he doesn't eat his dinner. Well, what's the MATTER with this lodger?

Ah, the landlady is anxious, how to find any fault in it! And who wouldn't be calmed by staring into Holmes' eyes? lol. Bet that Watson speaks also for personal experience (when he has nightmares), for exemple.

Now remember, EVEN THE TINIEST DETAIL!

This smells a lot of Mafia, tbh. And usually there is fire when there's smoke. mmmhn we'll see. What about the food? Watson stop glaring

W-why printing? (also guess that printing means not writing in cursive?) This is an actually weird way of communication. Well, the idea of concealing the handwriting is good, tbh but again, WHY. Also, short messages and apparently the lodger seems very cautious. How did he look? this lodger, i mean...

Oh this smells SO MUCH of mafia...

Well, you MUST enter the room in the morning? can't do otherwise!

WATSON STOP GLARING! Looks after himself? WEIRD.

AH! Something to observe, finally!

H: He has a beard... but he can't have smoked these! Watson, even with your pretty modest mustache it wouldn't be possible! It would be singed, and it would be such a pity... W: Holmes, stop staring at my mouth, you'll have your kisses. Later H: Alright, alright, spoilsport.

The landlady goes away, Holmes gets his kisses and then back to the analysis!

This lodger might not be the bearded man who took the keys! It's an idea. But WHY?

WELL, we can always look in the AGONY COLUMNS! scrapbooking for win! I love how Granada Holmes has his whole little art attack project with the agony columns! He's cute!

AND THEY FIND THE MESSAGES! yahoo! Maybe in the following day's gazette....

THE MANTLEPIECE POSE! YES! only, Holmes should be happier, but it's alright! Holmes is feeling very satisfied of himself and HEY! CLIENT? What? Hey, they kidnapped her husband... and then let him go? He's shoked? oh damn!

Nice, time to see this guy! Ah you say you can give us a hiding place? NICE! we'll be there!

Uuuuh! Here's the house of the last ad on the paper! Ah, is the hideout ready? yay

W-what? Oke, the substitution, but... WITH A WOMAN? WOW. And such a woman to impress HOLMES! Stuff to meditate on!

Oh, come on, Watson! I have made a cute deduction! Well, probably she's entangled or well, she and her man are entangled in a matter of life or death! -vibing holmes noises-

-Holmes is vibing HARDER- While he tells Watson that it's of course l'art pour l'art! (This passage sounds soooo early case! later Watson would know already!)

Evening and they're at the landlady's again! -i'll be very italian now-

A CODE A CODE A CODE! Eh, Holmes! You should practice your italian a bit more! 'Attenta' means a lot of stuff, as you are freaking out she is understanding (Also the proof that us Italian women as so cool that we even manage to impress Sherlock Holmes uwu) Meanwhile, Holmes sclerandone (sardinian way of speaking) and Watson proposing a cipher and in fact...

AAAAH! You remember your italian at last! HEY! more messages!

Holmes going 'WTF's happening now?', freaking out a bit more but no Watson, stay with me! (Yes, Holmes 'pericolo' means 'danger', glad you remember your lessons) We're going to investigate now!

And we'll see their discoveries in the next story!

Vibing a lot with the last part in italian! yes!

[sweetchildcloud]

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/ᐠ. ｡.ᐟ\ᵐᵉᵒʷˎˊ˗ Welcome to my humble writing/art blog, i will start by saying this: I'm Italian. My English isn't horrible but, it isn't the best either. I am bound to make mistakes and there will be misunderstandings but, I am learning! If you are bothered by anything I might say please do tell me right away! Most of the times that happens I do not mean it! So I'm sorry in advance if I say something bad! i'm a writer as an hobby so my work will not be the best but i will hope it will entertain you!( ๑‾̀◡‾́)✨ I'm an adult, if you're uncomfortable with that you're free to ignore me. I'm also sorry if I make anyone uncomfortable by asking their age. I don't want any misunderstanding to happen. So, if you're an adult we can chill whatever it's fine. If you're a minor I will most likely not talk to you unless you need help with mental problems. I'm happy to help with that.٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و "By "misunderstandings" I mean people thinking I have bad intentions when I ask "what's your age" to someone. Unfortunately because of my lack of knowledge in English, (since it isn't my first language) people in the past thought I was something I'm not. It made me disgusted and very hurt. I just want to relax and not worry about problems like that again. I'm just trying to make friends not start drama. Thank you. ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀) i go by Von mostly but i have many other nickames too such as Hoen,Momoko and Minty you can choose wichever you like. i have adhd,autism and neurodivergent. (｡- .•) i'm emo (kinda still doesn't have the clothing but ehh i will) pansexual and gender fluid (ฅ́˘ฅ̀)

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i mostly wrote about Gojo (what a surpise uh?)(ugh,shut up not now)(ok angel *winks*)(*rolls eyes*) *ahem* as i was saying i mostly write about Gojo but i'm starting to love Choso too and many other jjk characters. wanna check out my more dark themes? check out: @rabbidbunwy (this account is jjk runt,writing and really REALLY dark themes,so minors DNI) —ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ — Request: My jjk master list: My Hazbin Hotel master list: fic challenge list: Daddy!au masterlist: Cowboy bebop masterlist:

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i'm into fluff,comfort,drama,NSFW,SFW,gore,blood,angst and vent so my writing isn't for everyone (lol). ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) i love making suffer anime characters in my writing,especially Gojo,just for fun or own entertainment.( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ i'm into furry,cute stuff such as Sanrio characters and similar taste,urban legend,japanese lore,cartoons,cryptids and videogames. so if you dont like any of that stop following me and/or harassing me in my dm,it's not cool and i will block you ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ) i'm dealing with depressin,anxiety and many problems in my life so if you see me not replying and/or writing a lot of angst/vent i'm just probably venting. ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)

but as i said i hope you will have a wonderful time here (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

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[sapphire-weapon]

I just wanna say thank you for pushing back on the 'Leon is Italian' propaganda. I'm new to the RE space thanks to RE4R, and seeing the idea that Leon was orphaned because of Italian mob stuff, and he chose to become a cop cuz one helped him during that time is just silly.

RE2R Leon operates with the naivety of a suburban, white picket fence, church-filled Sundays, upper-middle-class type family. An orphan at least with a good upbringing would be a little more jaded walking into the Racoon City incident.

AND Leon currently has a Romanian face model with Eduard, so Capcom isn't even committed to this Italian thing. Let's be honest here, they probably never will with any character background/depth for any of the characters for that matter.

And like you said, his name is literally Scott Kennedy and the fandom won't let it go. They so badly want Leon to be spicy when he's the spice level of a plain bagel and they can't accept it.

I've said this before and I'll say it again:

I can't believe that there's a single person on this planet who looks at RE2make Leon and goes, "yeah, that guy's definitely had a hard life." This is like looking at the sky and saying that it's orange.

I think a lot of people have a hard time coping with the fact that Leon started off just as naive and sheltered as they are, but then he went on to actually be a functional adult with a six-figure job and sex appeal, while they're still too afraid to leave their houses and that's why they don't know what an Italian person actually looks like.

I know that's mean. I'm sorry.

I don't even understand why people want that to be his backstory. I always found the appeal of Leon to be the fact that he was a dipshit who had his blinders violently ripped away from his eyes. Like, he was just some kid who got tossed into the deep end of the pool, and the universe was like "okay, swim!!"

To have trauma be his background literally erases his character arc, because then he doesn't have to learn the lesson of how to cope with trauma because he's already lived through it, which no longer makes him a tragic character at all, which makes his character development between RE2 and RE4 make absolutely no sense, actually and DO ANY OF YOU FUCKERS SEE HOW STUPID THIS IS NOW THAT I'M WRITING IT OUT

But it's so obviously not a thing in canon, and if anyone ever bothered to actually look into it and just think about it a little bit, as opposed to not at all, they'd see how quickly the whole idea behind it falls apart. Time to bring this beauty back:

And, if it was a thing in canon, don't you think it would've probably come up at some point, considering the fact that he's a fucking G-man now? Like, only reason ever given in canon as to why he caught the eye of the CIA is because they knew exactly how fucked Raccoon City was, and they wanted someone capable of surviving something like that. That's all it's ever been. Leon is constantly being described as being so effective because of his resilience/survivability making him seem almost invincible. If he'd had an actual mob background, that probably would've come up at some point as being another thing that made him useful or that the government can exploit because of xyz or whatever the fuck.

You know, kind of like how canon continuously calls back to Chris's backstory of having been in the Air Force even though he got dishonorably discharged but that's not the point? Or Rebecca's aptitude as a super genius child prodigy?

In the RE6 files, Leon opens up a lot to Adam Benford. And you know what he never says, even as he's baring his soul? "After my parents died/were murdered..."

Because it didn't fucking happen.

Because Leon was just an honor roll student. That's all he was. Just any other overachieving kid who got caught on an unlucky streak that still hasn't let up, even over 20 years later.

[wrongcaitlyn]

I'm sure you've mentioned this before in previous chapters, and I just don't remember, but Will doesn't speak Greek, right?? So does that mean that Apollo never taught him, or was his greek just not good enough to teach him? 😭😭 (ignoring the fact that Apollo had neither the mentality nor the will to teach his son a foreign language at the time)

Orrr, I feel like it's very possible that Apollo just isn't very fluent in Greek anymore bc he doesn't have anyone to talk to. Also, bc he hasn't actually been in Greece in years but like idk

This is probably such a stupid question, but I was just thinking about how Nico's first language is Italian and how overtime he might lose one of the little things that connect him to Bianca 😭😭

Then ofc, my mind drifted to Apollo and about him being fluent in Greek- IDK MAN ANYWAYS I THINK I RAMBLED ENOUGH HAVE A GOOD DAY‼️🫶🫶

ahshhd omg i love this question!! i don’t think ive ever talked about it so the short answer is that no, will doesn’t know greek, he only knows a high school level spanish in this au😭

i actually imagine that apollo didn’t grow up in greece, but in the us (specifically la/hollywood)

his mom probably tried to teach it to him (bc leto is the literal best) but with everything else that he had going on, he just didn’t have the time to ever learn it - his dad always focused more on all of his other hobbies/jobs and his schedule was overloaded enough as it was

but i do imagine that in those years when raising will, he tried to learn it again, just to get in touch with his roots. this is also probably when he first read like the iliad and the odyssey bc i doubt that he read it when he was younger (once again, schedule overload) and generally just tried to learn more abt his heritage and stuff, bc his dad never really brought it up to him

he had been to greece a few times, once for the olympics and a few times for concerts, but he was never really around much to sight see (which, if you noticed, is why i had him going to tourist attractions with nico in athens, when most of the time he tends to stay in the venue or the hotel or tour bus to avoid attention/paparazzi)

but back to the main question - apollo didn’t try to teach will greek bc he was just barely learning it himself, but im sure he’d definitely want will to learn it one day - especially when he would see leo fluent in spanish and nico fluent in italian and thinking how it would be nice to connect will to his culture as well

as for nico, i promise he definitely holds on to italian as a connection to bianca - the last remaining one, too. i think that sometimes he gets scared that he’s abt to forget it, or sometimes his mind will blank on a word and he’ll be terrified (which, tbf, happens in all languages, im bilingual (or trilingual if u count my ap french class which i don’t😭) and forgetting words happens no matter how much u practice) - and so he’ll just talk to himself in italian a bit

i ALSO imagine that whenever he’s talking solely to chiara, they speak in italian. he probably was very excited to hire her for the tour when finding out she was also from italy, and they’re able to sort of keep that going even when traveling the world!

i think by this point, apollo is nearly fluent in greek, but like, the textbook sort of knowing a language. like, he’s memorized all the vocab and grammar and stuff but he’d be a bit clueless in an actual conversation. him attempting to practice his greek in athens would def be hilarious and now i’m sort of upset i didn’t write that💀💀

thank u for the askshkdjs i absolutely love rambling abt apollo and nico likeee ahdksj. so many things i hadn’t even thought abt!!

oh ALSO. ONE OF MY FAV HC’S ABT NICO is that he absolutely loves studying languages. despite being dyslexic, he picks the speaking and understanding part of languages up super easily

so i’m just imagining nico and apollo on the tour bus learning new languages together and nico picking up greek as well so they’ll sometimes try to have conversations in that as well just to practice

they both definitely have duolingo downloaded and are constantly trying to beat each other on the leaderboards

[captainsparklefingers]

27, 40, 45 for the meme!

27: What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

I really enjoy the early stages of writing. You know, the idea phase where everything is sort of nebulous and it's all one big idea floating around. Trying to take that and shape that into a story, find the thread there, I like that a lot. I also enjoy doing the research for the things I write, even if that research doesn't end up in the story proper, because hey, it's fun to learn things! The things I've been reading about trying to do research for the spider sibs fic...there is so little we're taught about the Italian campaigns in WW2, did you know that WW1 style trench warfare continued there as part of Anzio? And that's just stuff for like bits of one chapter! It's fun!!

Funny enough, I think that my least favorite part is connected to that, which is figuring out the specifics of a plot, especially when there's parts I know I want to happen and parts I know need to happen and I need to get from point a to b. For 'Conspiracy of Ravens' I went in knowing I wanted a story about Keyleth having a baby, and there were a few concrete scenes and ideas in my head when I started that. I wanted her to have a talk with Gilmore, I wanted to do things with her and Derrig and her and her father, and I wanted to juxtapose her experience with what Vex would be going through around the same time in Whitestone.

Sometimes not being able to get those connecting bits together is what keeps me from working on something. For example, I've had two ideas for two different CR fics I'd like to explore one day: an Iron Shepards reverse au (Caleb/Molly/Beau get taken instead of Yasha/Fjord/Jester), and a what if scenario involving Vax, the water Ashari trial, and Rumblecusp (aka Vax gets shunted off and spends 20+ years an amnesiac on Rumblecusp like Vilya). There are scenes and ideas I can see so clear in my head...but them getting to them, and figuring out what comes after? Trying to restructure an entire campaign based on those scenes? Kill me now.

40: if someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

I would kill/die to get any sort of fanart from Conspiracy of Ravens of the twins, Shaun and Simon. I have a giant stream of consciousness note doc about them and what they look like, them growing up, how they'd fit into campaign 3 if they actually existed... I have dnd beyond sheets for them...I love my Vaxleth fanbabies and seeing anything of them, either as babies or as kids or adults, solo, with their mom... I'd eat that up.

There's also a scene in Unhappy Families that I think I'd like to see something of someday. Without spoiling much, let's just say it's Molly filling one of Adam's three requirements for heaven.

45: do you want to break your reader's hearts or make them laugh?

Both? Both is good. I think I lean a bit towards heartbreak more, though, because comedy is HARD. Good comedy is ESPECIALLY hard, and getting a balance of that in a story is tricky and I don't think I've got a handle on it yet. But moments of levity in a sea of heavy? I want to work towards that. And heartbreak can take a lot of different shapes, you know? I don't want people to just feel sad, I want them to feel complicated things. I don't know if I'm good enough for that or if I ever will be, but it's something to strive for.

[gojonanami]

Dear lovely Sab, 

I hope you will forgive me. I sent you two tasks already, but I'm afraid both were riddled with grammatical mistakes, and my feelings of embarrassment won't let me let this go unless I sent you a clean (or, perhaps, rather, it'd be better to say cleaner) version of my previous asks. I am really, very sorry for clogging up your ask box once more. I do hope you will forgive me.

After I read an ask asking you how you feel about people sending you 'long things', I saw that you don't mind people sending you fics, and instantly, I felt inspired, and I ended up writing all of the text embedded in this message in a burst of inspiration.

Just as a disclaimer, I really hope you won't find this creepy or weird. I just got really inspired by that ask and your work. 

I'm pretty sure I eradicated all grammatical mistakes, but perhaps one or two escaped my notice. For that, I ask for your forgiveness.

I would also like to emphasise that my talent comes nowhere near yours. I'm constantly in awe of how much you can write and how clean, slick, and practised your writing sounds. I find your stories to be a lot of fun to read, and I hope this little silly story of mine can entertain you as well.

I'd like to close off this message by extending my sincere gratitude to you for running this blog, for writing such wonderful stories, for being such a lovely person, and for reading this message. (As well as reading my previous two asks. Again, I sincerely apologise. I'm afraid I happen to be both dyslexic and a little too pedantic when it comes to proper SPAG.)

Wishing you the most wonderful day/evening xxx

Cf reference ask below:

🥹🥹 I would be so flattered? I’m not sure if you mean asks or fics but either way 🥹💕 I would be very touched and so happy! it makes me happy no matter what you guys send me — short or long or anything in between 🥹🫶

***

I sit in front of my laptop, staring at it.

I can feel eyes on me.

"What?"

Keen eyes stare back.

I lower the lid of my laptop, closing it and sliding it further away from me. 

He stares at me.

He grins. His grin is sly.

"You think Sab'll write me a happy ending? This time?"

I shrug. I pour myself a third cup of tea. 

I gently lift the pot, cradling the teapot, my pinkie gently holding down the lid of the teapot, the tea oozing out, yellow coating the ceramic, and bits and pieces of fruit gliding into the cup.

"Who knows. I'm not an oracle."

His grin sours. It turns into a frown.

"You should know. You keep up with her stuff."

I lift the cup in an attempt to distract myself. Holding the cup in front of my face, the lower half of my face is covered. I feel protected.

"How should I know? I'm not telepathically connected to her."

I lower the cup, turning my face to the side, hiding. The light of the chandelier playfully skims across my skin as I fidget and squirm.

"I know you read her stuff. Every day. That's what you do. Each morning. You think I don't know?"

I look down at my lap. Then at my teacup. It's almost empty. I lift the cup to my lips, tasting the tea. It's now mild—a little too cool for my liking. I lower the cup and pour myself more tea.

"Just because I appreciate and admire her talent doesn't mean that I know whether or not she's going to give you a fairytale-like ending in her next story."

He doesn't respond. Instead, he takes away my teapot, tutting at me.

"It's now gone cold. Let me pour more hot water."

I don't respond. I allow him to do what he wants. As always.

He takes the teapot, placing it aside, leaning forward, and scrutinising me.

I open up my laptop.

Instead of looking at my work, as I should be, and researching for my doctorate, I open up Sab's page and reread one of her works once more.

"Whatcha lookin' at?"

I blink and then dim the brightness of my screen.

"Work. Nineteenth-century English architecture. Liverpool. Italianate style."

That was a lie. An obvious one. 

Instead, I was rereading my favourite work. The one I've been rereading again and again for the past few months. 

He doesn't say anything. He relaxes in the chair in front of me, stretching.

"How boring."

I briefly look at him and then lower my eyes again.

I just got to the good bit. I mean, all of this is good, but this is my favourite. That sentence, that scene—it just captures my heart, and I want to read it again and again and again—

He lowers the screen of my laptop for me. "How rude. I'm a guest."

I blink, surprised. Stupefied. Embarrassed. 

"Would you like tea?"

He laughs. My brows furrow. I continue. "Chamomile? Earl Grey, English breakfast, Moroccan mint tea, rooibos, hibiscus, white tea, or something else?"

I don't recognise my own voice. It sounds hesitant—a little too shy for my liking.

He stops laughing. Instead, he grins.

"Rooibos would be nice," he says, leaning forward. "Pretty."

For a moment, I don't react, frozen. Then my body reacts on its own accord, squirming and fidgeting, and my hands feel clammy. I rub them against my thighs.

"Rooibos it is."

I stand up then, promptly, like a good host, walking over to the kitchen, leaning up, reaching for the cabinet, and surfing my collection of teas. I choose between two boxes of rooibos, picking the more expensive one.

"Hey," he starts, breaking the silence. "Why'd you like her writing so much anyway? She never writes happy stories about me."

I pause. I pick out one of my prettier teapots. It's got a grid-like design on it, pretty blues criss-crossing with pretty whites in a netlike design, with small, pretty crosses adorning each intersection.

"That's not true," I start off as I take out a small wooden spoon, dip it into the small, pink tin full of rooibos tea, fish out a generous portion, and dust it into the teapot. "She's written happy stories about you."

Then I sigh, pausing and glancing up at the ceiling. "I like her stories because," and I pause, because I realise then that I like them so much that I can't find the words to adequately express how much I like them. "I like them because they're fun," I start off, and then I frown.

No, that's not enough. When I read them, they make me feel alive. I feel like I can don multiple costumes, transform myself, and learn more about myself through the multifarious second person. I can discover more about myself and the things I never knew. I can learn through her writing what I should do and how to engage the reader. I like her descriptions. I like her use of imagery, word play, the way she writes dialogue, and so much more. I can live through her stories, learn more about the characters that I love, spend more time with them, expand and extend my love for them, and keep myself fixated, entertained, and happy. 

"That's it?"

He sounds unimpressed.

I turn around then, my back pressed against the kitchen counter, and frown. 

"Well, no," I refute, and then I turn around once more, back to the tea. I pour water into the kettle, setting it off, and stare at the rooibos leaves. They're a pretty mix of brows and reds—an autumnal colour scheme. "I like that she's a good writer," and I grimace, because even that doesn't feel like enough. "I like that I can live vicariously through her stories," I continue, and then I find my voice, continuing. "I like that," I pause, "she knows what she's doing. That she knows what metaphors to use, when to use them, how to structure her stories, how to make them sound good, how to edit, how to clean up her stories, how to structure dialogue, and how to give her characters their own voices," I trail off, thinking and ruminating.

"That's why you do humanities, huh?"

I turn to look at him, and when I do, I see his smile. It looks warmer and kinder than his last one, almost a little fonder.

I look down at the ground. I can't bear to look at him when he's so handsome and so pretty—a creation out of another universe, something celestial coming down to our earth, an angel incarnate standing in my kitchen. "I guess so," I say, my voice lowering and dropping to a soft whisper. "I just really like her writing."

I wish I could write like that.

"Sweet."

The kettle lets out a yelp. I snap out of my momentary reverie, picking up the kettle and pouring the water into the teapot. The pretty pressure leaves swim upward, reacting to the force of the water, spreading across the teapot and inside it, marking territory. "Tell her to give me a better ending next time, yeah? I don't want to die or something."

I snort and shake my head. "Sab knows what she's doing," I insist, smiling a little, confident. "And besides, you should be grateful she's writing about you in the first place. Not everyone gets written about. Means you're memorable, inspiring a writer to write about you. And a fantastic one to boot."

He says nothing.

For a moment, I think he doesn't hear me. Or maybe he mishears me. My voice has a tendency to be a little too low sometimes. Sometimes, I swallow my consonants too, and my diction suffers. And so I open my mouth with the intention of speaking when he interrupts me. 

"You're right," he says finally. His voice has a quality of finality to it, one I don't understand the reason for.

The silence persists and continues, straddling the line between being awkward and comfortable. I stand still, watching the rooibos tea leaves swim about, abundant, languid, and carefree. They're pretty.

And as I sigh and watch the leaves swim about like pretty koi carps, intertwining, swimming against each other, away from each other, being pulled towards each other, repelled from one another, his voice interrupts the silence and my thoughts. "I am grateful, you know? That she writes about me. And that people read about me. It's cool."

That's an understatement.

But he continues. "I," he pauses, almost like he's embarrassed. I turn, look at him, but I don't meet his gaze. He turns his head away from me. Shy boy. "I read her stuff. It's good, I'll admit." He sighs, his head hanging low. "I'm not as verbose as you. Not writing a doctorate." He laughs, a little shyly, a little nervously. "Well, anyway. I like her stuff. Probably read more of her stuff than you."

I blink, confused, and I study his face one more time, but he turns his face away even more, his face evading my scrutiny.

"That's cool," I find myself saying. "Really cool."

"Yeah. It is. Makes me feel like a celebrity."

I smile. My smile grows fonder. 

Reaching out for tea cups, I find myself reaching out for my prettiest set—a delicate, flower-like set with gentle, fragile ceramics shaped into bulbous, soft flowers, with the daintiest of handles painted gold. I pick them up gingerly, set them one by one on pretty accompanying saucers, and then arrange them on a tray, the one my grandmother got me with pretty flowers strewn across it, peonies, and bring it forth, setting the tray before him gently, tenderly, resisting every urge to just bash the tray against the table with my un-calloused roughness.

He looks at me, and his smile grows even warmer. He looks like an angel. "You're probably her biggest fan, you know?" he tells me, his voice warm, like melted butter. Like delicate chocolate. Like pretty meringues laden with cream and strawberries. Like the softest of ice creams melting in the summer heat. "Well, besides me."

I forgot the teapot. As I walk back to it, I smile a little, amused and intrigued.

"So you admit you're a fan?"

He answers without hesitation. "Yes. Proudly so."

I gently lift the teapot. It's warm, almost teetering towards being scaldingly so, but I like the heat. I bring the teapot to the table, setting it on the tray, completing the set: the pretty teapot and the pretty teacups sitting in their respective pretty saucers. "You forgot the tea strainer."

Ah, yes, I did. 

I smile, a little demure, a little embarrassed, and nod, and then walk back, sifting through my cabinets in search of one. "You know, she should publish a book. Like an actual one. I'm serious."

I nod in agreement, continuing with my search.

"I know. I told you she's talented."

I fish out the tea strainer. It's light in my hands. A little Venus flytrap.

"No, I'm, like, well, being serious serious, you know? She should get a book deal and everything. Eh, I don't know how that stuff works. Don't work in publishing. Jujutsu is my calling."

I find myself giggling girlishly, quietly amused, and sounding almost giddily tipsy, even though I haven't had a single ounce of alcohol. I don't drink.

"I know. I'll tell her that."

Then my giggles grow a little louder, sounding pure, childlike, naive, happy, giddy, and unaffected. "I mean, you could do that too, you know? If you have a Tumblr account, you can get a silly pseudonym and everything. Reallyintojujutsu101."

He doesn't respond. He just eyes me, almost like he's silently judging me. But then the moment breaks, and he breaks out into a smile too—a wide one, a delighted one—and laughs once more.

"You don't think I already have one?"

I spill the tea over the cup as soon as I hear this. Swiftly, I switch places between the cups, giving him the one wherein I poured the tea just right, not overspilt.

"You do?"

He laughs even more, amused. He's pretty when he smiles.

"Hell yeah. I send her asks and everything. It's cool, you know? I like reading those asks. They're fun."

I blink, and then I sit down in front of him, look up at him, and lift the cup to my lips, tasting the tea. "I think she's pretty damn talented, honestly. Think you should write that doctorate of yours on her rather than some old buildings no one cares about."

I smile and place the cup on the saucer, a little amused.

"Maybe. Maybe I'll switch disciplines, go into English lit, and do a postdoctorate. Just maybe."

We sit in silence then, drinking tea, as I observe him, watching the way he lifts the cup to his lips, chronicling him as he tries the tea, assesses it, and tastes it. 

And then I attempt to interrupt the silence, looking down at my teacup. In spite of the tea strainer, a few stray leaves slip into my tea, swimming about like lost koi carps. One darker, one lighter. Pretty. 

"I—"

He interrupts me. He digs something out of his pocket, a box, some cube of sorts, with pretty drawings and droopy eyes with long, lush eyelashes, and slides it across the table, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Give it to her. Sab. As a gift. From me. A personal thanks of sorts."

I look at the box, intrigued, lifting it, feeling it in my hands, and trying to guess what it is. Jewellery? A bracelet? A necklace? A matching set?

His grin turns knowing. "I think she'll like it."

okay I don’t even know how to begin to respond to this because it literally has made my life. this is so incredibly sweet, adorable, beautifully written — I was grinning and giggling when I read this like???

you’ve rendered me speechless (which is impressive, I truly never shut up) in the best way possible

firstly you are not creepy at all - do not say that about yourself — this is so incredibly kind, I don’t even have the words to tell you how much this means to me. it’s so cute by the way how you sent multiple drafts — I literally want to hug you — don’t apologize you’re completely fine — I miss errors all the time and it bothers me to no end so I get it

but onto the content of this — oh my god your writing is so charming 🥹💕 I think you did a wonderful job writing this — it was so engaging and cute and I think the banter was so fun to read — also your imagery and the way your described things was amazing. the koi fish imagery for the tea?? I think that’s brilliant and I literally was admiring the way you crafted this

also the fact you think so highly of me is very very kind and I feel so honored that you wrote this for me — like truly — I wish I had the words to tell you how this made me feel, but words have failed me to fathom how much this touched me. the fact you think that I’m good enough to publish means so much — also the fact suguru is my fan 😭😂 that’s so sweet. Also the ending with the prison realm hahah — I thought that was so clever (fun fact, I ordered the AirPods case of the prison realm so I will fulfill this prophecy).

I just love this so much — I could literally write a whole essay about how much I love this 🥹💕 I love you so so much — I appreciate you — I literally ah, sab.exe has stopped functioning 🥹💕I love you really. Thank you so much 💕✨🥹

[dreamcastboy99]

KNIGHTS OF THE ZODIAC: SAINT SEIYA REVIEW

The Netflix/Crunchyroll Saint Seiya remake is inferior to the original show but that goes without saying. Sure, the later two seasons adapt stuff from the manga but the first season just swapped out old filler for new, movie inspired filler and/or changes such as Seiya getting his house raided and his sister abducted, Kido still being alive, the Galaxian Wars being Fight Club, Kido having an old partner named Vander Guraad (what kind of name is that?), Knights vs Guraad's military task force and eventually Guraad himself, etc.

You could tell me this shit aired on Nickelodeon in 2014 and I would've believed you. The artstyle looks....alright in stills but the animation leaves much to be desired...oh, and for some reason the lip animation is done to match the English voices, not that you can tell. This whole thing looks like a game that doesn't exist...but should, considering we haven't had a real Saint Seiya game since Soldiers Soul back in 2015.

The name changes in the English version are wholly unnecessary...a couple names are even borrowed from past dubs such as the Italian version or the DiC dub. I refuse to use the new names when discussing this show bc it's confusing and I'm still confused hearing these new names. Damn that Eugene Son...speaking of which...

...I don't hate Fem!Shun as much as I should but destroying the mask rule also destroyed Shaina's arc that I loved so much in the original as she no longer wears a mask and opts for glam metal facepaint inspired by her mask.

I can't speak for the writing, because I have the media literacy of a fucking rock...moving on.

The music is generic cinematic garbage; Ike's Sonic X stuff was better. The Struts' cover of Pegasus Fantasy slaps though, and even if the ending song is just a licensed track from their album YOUNG&DANGEROUS, I like it....would've preferred some 80s pop relic covering Forever Blue, but...

This show has as much cultural relevance as my YouTube channel does, which is none whatsoever. Nobody gave a fuck. The US audience ignored it bc Netflix sucks at marketing. Our neighbors to the south balked at Shun getting the R63 treatment and the elements pulled from early movie scripts...and Netflix's initial choices for casting Seiya and Hyoga in the LatAm Spanish dub. Crunchyroll allowed Toei to finish what they started and then they cranked out a couple more seasons completing the Sanctuary arc...and probably the show too. There may be a post credit scene but that Poseidon arc has as much chance of happening as this franchise catching on in the States: never.

4.8/10 Venezuelan fans of Los Caballeros del Zodiaco could make something better.

[sarroora]

So we know about the darker, realistic parts of your fic, but how about the softer, more loving parts? As in, what parts do you like, and what parts do you want to see more of?

ASFFHJKLFKHLDKL I could go on and on about this, but I had to cut the monologue short(er) bc it's 2:30am and I gotta go to bed lol

Let me preface by saying some of my own favorite moments between the characters haven't been published yet.. 🔥👀 So stay tuned~

As for the General stuff:

The main thing I love about the series in general, and bake into CGaL is how much those cats love each other but not only that, they're loved by many in their neighborhood as well.

People can sigh and moan about their antics all day, but there's a sense of community amongst the residents of Precinct 13. And they ain't gonna take some punkass criminals harming their communal cats lyin' down.

I have a lotta fun reading old articles and interviews on TC because everyone always agrees on how soft-hearted T.C. remains in spite of everything. Of course I think everyone’s entitled to write these characters in their stories however they interpret them but like, I'll admit there’ll be this part of me who’ll side-eye anyone who writes T.C. as 'mean' by default because I have no idea where they got that from lol XD The gang owns him. And Benny's the best one at approaching him especially with the Big Asks that they know he'll keep rejecting until he eventually cracks.

T.C.'s both intelligent and likable, a deadly combo if he was THAT kinda guy. And unlike many other cats in the city, he can survive on his own. He technically doesn’t really need other cats on the long run. But that’s not what the gang’s about for him. He’d probably get things done a lot faster by himself and he'd be super light but he’s ridiculously soft for his boys. They make plans more complex and they're literally dependent on him but they're everything to him.

(Side note, it’s both extremely funny and extremely endearing to me how the first thing T.C. will do for anyone joining the group is to feed them. Literally. He’ll make a fine Italian grandma one day )

In spite of everything, T.C. genuinely likes Dibble and considers him a part of their lives, and someone ‘replacing’ him is out of the question, like the situation with Prowler. Anyone badmouthing Dibble is a walking red flag and is immediately on T.C.'s list of 'snakes'.

It's what Dibble does and represents that complicates things. T.C. flouts the law and sees it as a blind tool that only makes some people stronger and others more invisible and forgotten. Dibble has to be professional, unbiased and do his job with integrity, but boy, is it hard sometimes. He can't help but love the gang almost to the point of irrationality and it's thanks to his great reputation that his more astute colleagues don't hold this over his head or take advantage of it.

Needless to say, Dibble doesn't have the same hang-ups as T.C., and is much more open with his emotions.

As the story progresses, it'll become clearer that life on the streets shaped T.C. and G.P. very differently. One’s greatest desire is to have a close family and live freely, and the other’s is to never have to feel invisible and powerless again

Some Specific moments:

G.P. didn't truly get it, what it does to T.C. when he threatened Spook's life. Happened in Chapter 6, will probably happen again later at a worse scale, because by then he knows how much it affects him

T.C. and Benny's closeness, physically and emotionally especially during the hospital stay

Although not mentioned outright in the story, T.C. absolutely loves Tony's elderly parents. Staying with the man at the family home for a month also just massively grew his affection for Tony

Tony's photo of the gang

Dibble and T.C. on the bridge. Dibble growing even more fond of T.C. and genuinely wanting to understand where he comes from

T.C. absolutely NOT having it when Saber tried to drag Spook's name into a murder he didn't commit. He was pissed, knowing a dozen cops were listening in on the other side of the window

With both Spook and Choo Choo gone, and him blowing up at Fancy, T.C. feels an obligation to keep it together, for Benny and Brain, but the stress and the feeling of powerlessness was becoming debilitating. Dibble had to hold up a mirror to his face metaphorically speaking to show him how he was cracking under the pressure and not really helping anyone. T.C. couldn’t deny it any longer and had to accept his help

And you Anon, what parts do you like or want to see more of?