#it just made meso happy

[saucy-mesothelioma]

[darleneh]

Alastor x F!Reader (SLIGHT SMUT)

Performance

Word count:1.6k or something??

Had to repost since I cutted off a few paragraphs. So sorry.

Summary; you play in front of the crew! How fun! Alastor gets a little bit creepy with you.

You were practicing your trumpet on one of the top floors so nobody could hear you. Even though you had nobody to perform to, playing the trumpet to yourself was good enough. Pressing down on the valves, you played a F instead of an E. You read the notes on the paper in front of you and fingered your trumpet to get the notes down, and the right valves pressed too. After reading it, you started playing again. This time you got the notes right.

“Y/n!” You hear behind you, a girls voice, presumably Charlie’s. You turn around, holding the gold colored trumpet.”For an activity today I was wondering if you wanted to perform in front of everyone?” She asked, her smile widening. “Uhm, sure. I’m practicing a song I could play in front of you all.” You shrug, standing to the side and showing her the sheet music you’ve been working on. “It’s called Zombie Attack. It came out like two years ago. I have to skip some measures since there’s other instruments playing.” You explained, pointing to measure 18.

Charlie didn’t know what the fuck a measure was, “Oh, great.. that’s okay! Just play some, then.” She brought er hands up in confusion. “Thanks, we’ll be starting in about thirty minutes. Be ready!” She ran off. You turned back around and started transitioning from measure 17, to measure 26 in Zombie Attack. After getting the transition right, you went to the other measures that had rests.

LATER -

You were on the stage, setting up your stand and tuning your trumpet. You saw Alastor. “Oh wow, Y/n. I didn’t know you played the trumpet! A jazz instrument!, perhaps you can give me private performances at some time?” He asked, looking up at you while you were on stage setting up. “Thanks, and sure. I just need sheet music y’know?” You awkwardly smiled at him, fingering your trumpet. “I’ll find something that’ll fit you then.” Alastor sat down and watched as you warmed up.

Looking at your music, you had the second trumpet part. Not the first. It was okay though since you had the melody in your parts. Since it was just you playing, anyone who hadn’t heard this song before wouldn’t know, or anyone with musical experience would either. After a few minutes, everyone in the hotel was there. Which consisted of Alastor, Angel Dust, Charlie, Vaggie, Nifty, and lastly Husk. Charlie was excited for you, she looked like she was about to explode with happiness.

“I’ll be playing Zombie Attack by Jason Taurins, second trumpet part.” You brought teh mouth piece to your lips and breathed, you were standing so you made a tempo with you tapping your foot against the floor. You took a glance at Charlie and she gave you a thumbs up which mad you put your trumpet up higher. Breathing in, you blew into the mouth piece and started playing the first measure of the song. You played a F in meso forte.

After playing the first 17 measures, you went to measure 26 and started playing it. You skipped measure 18 through 26 since it was when other non existent instruments would play. Playing, you did mess up atleast twice which was okay. You stopped playing at measure 43 since the rest of the song was repeated. Pressing on valve one, and valve two, you played note A and made the sound fade away.

Bringing the mouth piece away from your mouth, you bowed down to them. Everyone clapped, Charlie got up and clapped loud, yelling “Bravo!” To be a little more dramatic. You let out a simple, “Thanks.” And walked off stage with your belongings. Getting off stage, you walked to a hidden place and got on your knees to open up your case and put your trumpet in. Putting your mouth piece in first, you then out in the trumpet itself in. Locking it up, you were about to get up until you heard foot steps behind you.

“Great job, Y/n. I’m proud of you for your performance!” You heard Alastor say in the quiet room. “Thanks. I was a nervous reck, I don’t know why I was so nervous when I played in front of people back when I was alive. I played in front of schools, festivals, everything.” You explained, looking down at your trumpets case. “Well, when was the last time you played?” He asked you. “A few years ago when I was alive. That’s all.” You shrugged, turning your head around to meet Alastor, but his crotch area was the first thing you locked ‘eyes’ with.

Eyes widening, you looked up at Alastor who was very much close to you. “Ah, well there’s no need to be nervous when you have such a tiny audience.” He grasped his caine. “I- I know, it’s just it’s been .. awhile.” Your eyes kept losing eye contact with him and looking down at his area between his legs. Was he hard? You can’t tell, it was too dark to see, and his pants ruffled up perfectly to show a bulge, but since it was his pants, you couldn’t tell.

“You’ve played by yourself before, what makes everyone in front of you different? The scariness of messing up?” He stepped back a little when he noticed you eyeing the spot between his legs. “I guess. By myself is better. Knowing nobody is listening makes me more comfortable.” You look at your sheet music, then looking back at him. “Are you sure you know nobody is listening? If I’m being quite honest with you, I’ve been listening to you play when you’re up on the high levels. You’re very good at playing.” He compliments, letting his hand out for you to grab.

You denied his offer to help you up and you looked down at your trumpets case again. “That’s, uhm, creepy but thanks.” You get up yourself, grabbing your case too. “Now, about your private performances, when do you think you can play for me?” He asked, backing up a little from you as you were too close. “Uhm, maybe later on. I need to think about some stuff and practice.” You walked passed him, which made his smile drop a little bit. You didn’t look at him when he did that though.

Going to Charlie, you smile at her and thank her for letting you perform. Angel dust said, “Great job.”, so did Husk. Nifty was going back to cleaning. Vaggie just agreed with Charlie, so now you were off to the farthest floor in the hotel. The top floor. You got in the elevator and went up. It took you a few minutes to ge up there. You set up your stuff again like earlier and started playing again. This time, you heard static behind you as you played. when your song ended you turned around and were met with Alastors red eyes.

“Oh, hi.” You were kind of shocked to see him, even though you saw him about ten minutes ago. “Perhaps you can play the song for me?” He asked, walking up to you and standing really close to you. “Sure.” You scooted yourself away and put the mouth piece to your lips and started playing. After getting to 17, you transitioned to 26 as you did before then stopped at measure 43. “Phenomenal!” He clapped, smiling at you.

“Thanks.” You placed your trumpet on your case and looked at him. “Uhm, why were you watching me play earlier?” You ask, raising your eyebrow. “You play wonderfully, that’s why.” He toyed with his caine, twirling it. “What else can you play? What else can you do that’s talented?” He asked you this time, looking at you and making eye contact.

“Nothing else, only my trumpet aha.” You scratch the back of your neck at the awkwardness in the air. “Well, I know a talent I believe you can add instead of a trumpet on your lips all the time.” He only blinked at you, and his words made you think of twisted and sexual things. “Like?…” You blush, looking as his gaze on your eyes lowers to your lips.

“Well? Show me what that mouth can do when your lips are on my cock.”

[benevolenterrancy]

Fic author interview!

Thanks for tagging me @morporkian-cryptid I'm taking a leaf out of your book and being a bit late responding, oops ;;; (also, like my last one, posting this on my art/writing blog despite getting tagged on my other blog :P)

@meso-mijali @rose-of-pollux @yarrayora @sorrel-scribbles @auxiliarydetective @pazithigallifreya

1 How many works do you have on AO3?

76!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

667,467 apparently, which feels like way more than I expected. Then again, I also didn't expect to have seventy six fics on there either...

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Lost In Translation (7,256 kudos) An Overwatch fic. I was baffled when it did as well as it did while I was actively posting it and frankly I'm not sure how to deal with the fact that it's still head and shoulders above every other fic I've written. I think it must be from people sorting by kudos and creating a weird positive feedback loop.

How To Torment Cats (And Witchers) (2,124 kudoes) A very light-hearted Witcher one-shot with Ciri and Dandelion

Standard-Issue (1,143 kudos) Another Overwatch fic, this one about McCree's recruitment into Overwatch

Sunlight and Sea Foam (1,102 kudos) A Witcher mermaid!au. This one I'm still pretty pleased with, it was a lot of fun to write.

Mark My Place (952 kudos) A post-canon MDZS fic in which I get to lavish love on Wei Wuxian! A pretty impressive kudo count given that it's only a few months old

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Generally I try to! I really appreciate getting comments and I want to let people know that <3 Fandom is the most fun when it's a community and the only way to get that is to actually connect with people. Also I personally appreciate it when an author responds to comments when a new chapter drops because it helps me keep track of fic updates, so I often do that too for on-going stories :3

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don't really go in for anything without a happy ending ^^;; Maybe In My Hands I Held The World purely because I didn't finish it and stopped writing in the middle of the all the hurt and never made it to the comfort? Or Promises Misconstrued just by virtue of it.... well, being what it is.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

We only believe in happy endings here!! I really couldn't narrow it down, I like a happy ending... The Celestial Shell Game was a pretty recent one MDZS fic that was just pure post-canon fix-it and reconciliation and lightly bullying the juniors

7. Do you write crossovers?

I do from time to time, but most aren't ever cleaned up or completed to the point of posting -- they're just Fun For Me fics.

My only completed crossover is a Torchwood/MASH fic called An Officer's Guide to Surgery, Shelling & Pterosaurs. It was honestly just a wild ride to write. Very proud of how that one turned out

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

A bit, but not for years. The only one I specifically remember was someone who was very unhappy that I wasn't including individual chapter content warnings, I guess because they've never read a novel?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not often, I am Very Ace, but it does happen occasionally. Bound and Held was my most recent one, which was really just 20k of pure kink exploration because Geralt and Dandelion just have the vibe

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so...

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

One! An old Les Mis fic got translated into Chinese years back :3 that was very flattering that someone would want to go to that amount of effort

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Me and @meso-mijali will co-write stuff from time to time, but nothing that's ever made it to completion. I do use her relentlessly to help me solve plot dilemmas (or make new plot dilemmas, depending on how things are going)

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Could not tell you, 100% depends on sort of mood I'm in sorry xD I bounce all over the place. At the moment I am deeply into wangxian, to the surprise of no one following me on tumblr at the moment

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Well, any of my three current fics I'd love to make some progress on >:/ but I'm still hopeful about getting them finished, albeit slowly and painfully. I have a Hogan's Heroes dating sim that me and @meso-mijali have been working on but the longer it goes undone the more I suspect it never will be *sigh* it took so much planning but it's hard to pick up again in the middle. I also had a Lupin soulmate au called Mosiac that I feel bad about dropping. I still quite like the concept but I'm stuck on where to go next with it...

15. What are your writing strengths?

Uhh... I dunno, there must be something because people seem to enjoy my work well enough but I'll be damned if I know what it is. I think I write high intensity, sensory-based scenes pretty well? At least I like doing them a lot. And I get complimented on my character voices sometimes, so hopefully that!

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing >:/ I will ramble and ramble and ramble and then need to go back and cull things until I have a fic that's even halfway readable. It's so hard to get good pacing down.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Big fan, I'm always here for a bilingual bonus. Either I understand it and get a little thrill out of it or else I just google translate it real quick. As for me writing it I generally don't because I don't want to fuck it up beyond reason... sometimes I might dabble with French if it's character appropriate.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Les Mis! I'm too terrified to reread anything from my Les Mis era because god only knows what my writing was like back then, but it was such a warm and welcoming fandom it's what finally gave me the nerve to starting engaging in fandom space as more than observer

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

...I'm not sure I have one, if I want to write about something I generally do, even if I don't get it to be "publishing" worthy... Maybe Hogan/Kinch? I really like that ship, but I've never written much Hogan's Heroes fic to begin with, I think I only have one published work, and I find it a hard one to write shippy things for

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Huh... I'm not sure. There a number of fics I've written that I still really really like and will reread (the author's amazing! she knows exactly what I like!) I'm really proud of my Torchwood/MASH crossover, it's my longest fic and took the highest level of technical skill to write. I also tend to reread A Poet Under Pressure fairly often because I do love tormenting Dandelion u.u

[carsonian]

Cap-IM Rec Week: Absolute Faves Monday

@cap-ironman, in no particular order:

"One-Man Army" by Captain_Panda

Takes place immediately after the Chitauri attack in Avengers 1. Steve is running himself into the ground. Tony notices. Then Steve gets knocked down hard. And Tony intervenes.

Mt. Everest. The fic that I've made 20+ fanarts for, the one that's been ricocheting around my noggin since I first read it. Ahh, OMA. You big, bombastic beauty.

"Role of a Lifetime" by Annie D (scaramouche) (@no-gorms)

It’s been almost a year since Tony was rescued from the Ten Rings by SHIELD. In this time, Tony has forged a new path for Stark Industries and taken on a new under-the-radar role as a consultant for SHIELD. Tony’s SHIELD job eventually brings him into contact with the newest Captain America, who’s a pretty cool guy, though for security reasons Tony can’t know his real name or see his face without the Captain America mask. This is also about the time that Tony notices a certain Mr. Stevens, a new hire in SI’s corporate office...

This AU….this AU… I tell ya, THIS AU….this is some high-quality, top-grade, cutting-edge, organically grown, grass-fed, imdb ten of ten, five-star michelin, test-tube perfection, new york bestseller, billboard luster, knockout buster shiz.

"Meso Park" by Captain_Panda

As the head theropod keeper for A.I.M.'s extraordinary new project, Steve Rogers wants a smooth summer opening. Then the unthinkable happens, on the same day the investor of a lifetime arrives, ready to throw his support behind the world's most ambitious theme park. Can Meso Park survive the upheaval? Can Steve? Tune in to this dinosaur-themed adventure inspired by Michael Crichton's classic, Jurassic Park.

I've said it many times before, I'll say it again: if Meso Park has 100 fans, I'm one of em. If Meso Park has 10 fans, I'm one of em. If Meso Park has 1 fan, that fan is me. If Meso Park has 0 fans, I am no longer alive. It's not yet finished and I'm already sure it's the fic of the decade. That's just Meso Park for you.

"Gather Ye Rosebuds" by lazywriter7

It isn’t like that, for many people. For them, love is the point: the axis around which everything else revolves, the destination at the end of a long, tumultuous journey. Realisation, confession, resolution. Happy ending. That’s how it goes. And love was a point in Tony Stark’s journey, except it came towards the beginning, rather than the end. The issue, instead of the solution. He hasn’t been alone on the trip, of course. Steve’s been there: sometimes three steps behind, sometimes waiting up ahead by the turn of the road. They’ve sprinted and stumbled, sometimes stood still and refused to move on ahead, sometimes thought of turning away altogether. Steve and Tony’s story began after they fell in love, and this is about how they fell in everything else.

I read this Way Back When, and I remember thinking I'd never seen such a convincing portrayal of MCU SteveTony and how a genuine relationship between the two of them could emerge while still accounting for (hold your puke) canon. Still rock-solid all the way through; knock against the fic at any point, and it will answer back with a fun two-part joke. Lush stuff.

"The First Time I Went Dancing Sober" by schemingreader

Steve Rogers is a great physical therapist who works with sick kids. Tony Stark is a damaged biotech engineering genius who really wants to be one of the good guys.

I've recc'd this before so I won't blabber on but rest assured it is heartwrenchingly good.

"But Your Spirit is Untainted; I Can Dedicate You Still" by BlossomsintheMist (@blossomsinthemist)

The incursions crisis is over, and Steve and Tony have gotten back together, but nothing is the same as it was. Fearing that things are broken between them forever, Steve asks Tony something unexpected to try to make things right. Or, Steve asks if Tony really meant what he said when he asked Steve to hurt him. Sequel to Might Have Cherished You More Wisely.

I couldn't give less of a FUCK that this isn't technically finished. It is finished, to ME. The character-building in this story is just rich and fleshy and the stuff of true finesse. I read this every once in a while just to have the taste of masterful storytelling on my tongue. You should, too ;)

"Sins of Omission" by Kiyaar (@kiyaar)

A Post-Civil War, Pre-Secret Invasion AU where Steve is dead, Tony's a mess, and everything sucks. In which Tony deals poorly with Steve's death, falls off the wagon, sees ghosts, and misses a lot. Oh, and the Skrulls are about to invade.

When I first came across this fic, I devoured it in about 2 days and proceeded to be devoured by it for the next 2 months. :) Lovely stuff!

"Catechism" by manic_intent (@manic-intent)

Inspired by fanart seen on tumblr, this is an End of Days story, with all the Avengers as Archangels. Tony had always known that he was a special snowflake. He just hadn't realized exactly how special.

Listen. I'm a simple gal. This ticks off all the boxes, uh-hello!

"not gruesome, just human" by isozyme (@isozyme)

“I need to crash on someone’s couch for a while. Your couch. I need to crash on your couch,” Tony says. Steve’s mouth opens. If he asks why Tony’s going to bolt, he can feel the certainty of it under his sternum. He doesn’t have a sternum anymore, just a tangle of metal under his skin. Too many things have punched through it to get to his heart. There hasn’t been enough bone left to reconstruct anything made of flesh in a long time. “There’s borscht on the stove,” Steve says.

Raw. Punchy. Kind of makes me want to weep. Kind of makes me smile. Lotsa stuff that you can only write about when you've been down and which after reading will lift you right back up.

And I'll stop myself there because I could definitely just go on and on and on.

Go forth: SteveTony lovers, fuckers, ambassadors, champions, perverts, freaks, losers, dreamers, legends! Read, re-read, kudo, comment, spread legs and spread love.

[jujumin-translates]

Event | Sanrio characters x A3! | Chapter 12

Kitty: “Hello, I’m Kitty!”

Nico: “Kitty… Ah! There was someone looking for you earlier!”

Kitty: “Ahaha, is that so? That must’ve been Daniel. Oh, Daniel…”

Kitty: “But that’s okay, I’m sure he’ll come. So let’s just wait here for him.”

Nico: “Okay.”

Kitty: “You came to this festival to have fun, right? Where have you been all this time?”

Nico: “Umm, well, I got separated from the rest of the fairies from the World of Joy, and then…”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: (Nico tells Kitty-chan about what has happened to him so far.)

Izumi: (Sakuya’s sincere acting and smile are pretty cute. His role-studying for this play’s universe is really paying off…!)

Nico: “And then Shun and the others brought me here. It’s been a little rough with all the surprises and stuff.”

Kitty: “That’s amazing that you’ve been to so many places. It sounds like it was fun! I almost wish I could’ve gone with you.”

Nico: “Then let’s travel together next time. I think it’d definitely be fun to travel all across the four worlds with you, Kitty!”

Kitty: “Ufufu. I’ll look forward to that day then.”

Nico: “Yeah!”

Daniel: “Ah, there you are, Kitty!”

Kitty: “Daniel!”

Cogimyun: “P-Perfect timing myun…!”

Uki: “Is there really going to be something that happens here?”

Waku: “We’re finally gonna get to see it! I’m so excited!”

Kyakya: “It?”

Yoh: “Yeah, it~!”

Muu: “C’mon, Purin~! We’re gonna miss it if we don’t hurry!”

Purin: “W-Wait up~! Everyone’s going too fast~!”

Kan: “I’ll carry you.”

Purin: “Waah~! You’re so strong, Kan-kun!”

Giro: “Oh, so everyone else is gathered here too.”

Nico: “Is something about to happen?”

Kuromi: “I heard that it’s gonna be something really~ pretty! But I don’t know what it is…”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Cinnamon: “Look, look~! Everything is so sparkly and shiny!”

Nico: “Waah…!”

Izumi: (The Miracle Heart Lights the audience got are shining along with the rest of the lights.)

Izumi: (Looks like the stage direction I discussed with Banri-kun was a huge success!)

Kusu: “It’s so magical…”

Ooh: “It’s beautiful no matter how many times you see it.”

Shio: “Truly. It takes a while to get here, but I’m glad I came all this way.”

Fuwa: “Amazing… This is my first time seeing such a beautiful sight.”

Meso: “Yes… They’re quite charming, aren’t they? They’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my long life.”

Shun: “Hey, Nico… Do you know why this festival is held?”

Nico: “Why…?”

Shun: “These lights are the Lights of Blessing.”

Shun: “Through this festival, we celebrate the encounters and relationships between those of us who live in worlds that don’t normally cross paths.”

Shun: “You met a lot of fairies today. I’m sure they’ll become a treasure to you someday.”

Nico: “Treasure…”

Nico: “Honestly, I came here not really knowing what to expect…”

Nico: “But I ended up dancing with the Fairies of Happiness, and bumped into the Fairies of Anger, who have an entirely different culture from mine.”

Nico: “And I spent a little bit of time with the Fairies of Sorrow.”

Nico: “It was all so new and confusing, but really fun too.”

Nico: “But… It’ll be 100 years until we can see each other again.”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Nico: “…!”

Kii: “Guess it’s already over.”

Ban: “Yeah. Over and done with.”

Kira: “It’s about time to go. It’s kinda sad to have to leave already.”

Rune: “See you in another 100 years.”

Ooh: “C’mon, Nico, it’s time to--.”

Nico: “No!”

Rune: “Eh.”

Fuwa: “Why are you saying no… It’s time to go back. We need to return to our own world.”

Nico: “Why!? There’s still so much I want to know, so much I want to talk about…!”

Nico: “Rune and Ooh, isn’t it going to be another 100 years until you see your friends again? Won’t you miss them? Don’t you hate that?”

Rune: “Nico…”

Ooh: “…”

Nico: “I… Made a promise with Kitty. I haven’t gotten to fulfill that promise… And travel together.”

Hoku: “Stop being so selfish. Come on, we’re going.”

Nico: “Gh…”

*Slap*

Izumi: (Nico slaps away Hoku’s hand. You can feel the emotions overflowing from his whole body.)

Nico: “Stop it!”

*Nico runs off*

Hoku: “Nico!”

Ooh: “…I’ve never seen Nico that angry before.”

Kira: “What are you all doing just standing here? I know you’re surprised, but we have to go after Nico!”

Rune: “Nico, wait!”

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[atomsphotography]

Tamar Burduli

Can you tell us a little bit about your background and how you got into photography?

My driving character trait is curiosity and, by proxy, exploration. Inner and outer world exploration. Unsurprisingly, my profession is research. Of people and societies. I am most interested in feminist anthropology.

I don’t remember why I got drawn to taking photos but I remember begging my mom for any digital camera when I was 14-15. She got it for me which was huge because we were really poor. I was curious and tried so many things as a child and I don’t really remember or know exactly why photography was one of the very few I stuck with. The digital photos were of such poor quality and I would play with them in Photoshop and could do that for hours. Then around when I was around 20 a good friend gifted me a film camera and that’s when everything really started. I loved the limits of the film camera, where you had just a few levers and options and you had to make the best out of it. That you had to wait for it to be developed and anticipate what the results would look like which could be anything. There are still often cases where the film or the photograph ‘burns’ or just turns out blurry (I am myopic) or just bad, and that is a whole another exciting adventure for me as I start playing with the colors, figures, layers, and turn an allegedly bad, unusable, unlikeable thing into a surreal, beautiful one and both the process and the end result of all of it are so pleasurable, I cannot fathom.

What inspires you to create your art, and how do you approach the creative process?

I think it all started from escapism. Trying to find peace and focus, or focused peace of mind amidst the oppressive micro, meso, and macro environments that tended to put me down so much. I guess this is still the main theme and process for me, trying to find places where I feel the calmest and the wholest and take with me the fragments that produce this feeling (the feeling that feels like a place that is home).

Can you tell us about your favorite subjects to photograph, and why you're drawn to them?

My main theme from the genesis was nature. I did experiment with portraits for a bit and while those photographs are some of the most powerful and most favorite images I have made over the years, my heart, my mind and my body belongs to nature, the earth, the trees, the grass, the sky, the waters, the sun and the moon and all the living things in an out. All my summers and winters as a child I was spending in the mountains where the scenery was insanely beautiful. In summer in the city, I used to sleep on the balcony under the stars and the sky. And when I was at the most painful time in my life as an adult, nature was the only thing that was able to bring pieces of serenity to my mind. Every time I enter a forest, I instantly feel my body dissolving into it, I feel as one whole with it, serene and happy. All social constructs instantly shake off of me and I remain as pure me, one with nature, perfect solitude. Touching cold grass under my foot is one of the most favorite feelings of this lifetime, dissolving all my anxiety and hopelessness. Many times I have cried when seeing landscapes so striking that were just pinching my heart in the right places.

Can you walk us through your creative process, from idea to execution?

The only thing I do is try to travel as much as possible.

How do you stay inspired and motivated as a photographer, and what do you do when you're feeling creatively stuck?

The current human world is so devastating, killing everything beautiful on this earth and the earth itself too. I feel like each of us is forced to constantly look for something, anything that sets at least some of the negative impact of this limitless human greed off. So staying motivated to travel to nature, to find peace and shelter, and to try to capture and bring some of it back home, to concrete jungle, is easy, a default condition even.

If I am stuck, I just wait. I don’t force it. I trust the back of my mind to process whatever it needs to and to prompt me to pick up and do whatever comes next.

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[quetzalpapalotl]

@biioshocker Ok, fine, have my weird projections

So Prowl lived his early years assuming that he would grow up and have a wife and kids and live a very heteronormative life because that’s what you are expected to do. Ofc, things like his fooling around with CD put this into question, but still. Even when he gets to like “yeah, the church is deeply corrupted” there’s like… not a total rejection of the whole thing, I think, Prowl is someone who like, understands the nuclear family in a structural way and he likes structure. So even tho he was always deeply, and I mean deeply, uncomfortable with this role, he doesn’t exactly have anything to replace it with that gives him the same sense of grounding and will spend the rest of his life putting himself in situations where (to him) there’s a clear purpose and need for him.

And like obviously on top of being uncomfortable with the gender role aspect, Prowl is also deeply uncomfortable with his body in ways that he refuses to analyze because he thinks suffering is a noble part of life and that everyone is uncomfortable all the time. This sort of relationship with his body alienates him from seeing it as something he can have pleasure with it and so, from sex, despite having a sex drive. So for longest time the idea of sex being restricted to something you do for procreation only also just made sense for him, which kinda like, gave him a weird fixation on breeding as something he is both fascinated with and dreads (because it would cement his role).

Meanwhile, Tarantulas is like… free. Okay, I thinks it would be Meso here even tho she already made some changes to her body for this to make sense. But, I’m thinking of her as like transfem honestly because 1) I like it, 2) Tarantulas is a feminine noun and I’m not immune to language bias, I’m sorry, but this AU is all happening in Spanish to me, and 3) Something abut how canon Meso had a child even tho Cybertronians are incapable of having children. So yeah, Meso literally made herself a working womb like a fucking icon (on top of whatever else she felt like modifying). But also, I’m not thinking she’s a woman. I’m thinking more like, she has a very esoteric understanding of her gender and wants to go beyond the limits of the human experience and being able to create life in ways that were previously unheard of (bc Springer is also not a regular baby, obvs) is part of that… she’s her own god.

Anyway, Prowl feels a lot of envy towards this whole thing (not that he will ever admit to himself that), so Mesothulas is also incites in him both fascination and dread in a way that won’t leave him be (he wants to be her so bad). And this whole thing doubles when Meso is carrying because the whole thing is so similar and yet so different from the ideal that has haunted him all his life. He has a lot of complex emotions that he is not processing, which all culminates in getting rerouted to fucking. He is SO HORNY, seeing Mesothulas pregnant does things so him.

Anyway, Mesothulas took Prowl being so amorous during her pregnancy as a sign that their relationship was doing great, she was very happy, uh…. That didn’t end well. I’m so sorry, Meso u.u

I'm thinking.... the hf Prowl who is Catholic has weird feelings about breeding that get even weirder when he gets involved with Tarantulas. Anyway, I will go put myself in time out now.

[fandoomerthesequel]

Hi hi. Here to shower you with the love and appreciation. Really, I mean it. Just like odinnadtsat-mun said, I've heard lots about you from otverzhennyy-mun, and we all adore your art. The Viktor and his puppies artwork is so cute (I love the one in the back especially). And might I add: that donna x pyro agent, well hello cute npc ship how you doing? Sign me up!

I cannot express how much your art really brings joy to us.

Also, the way you draw expressions and poses, as a fellow artist I have to say I'm in awe. And gosh damn, I don't know if anyone complimented you on this but be proud of those hands. Holy shit man, you draw good hands (*wheezes*), those are so hard to draw. Keep up the good work and I wish you good luck and fun in your oc remaking!

No need to respond to this, just wanted to pop in, say hello, and thank you for the follow. I hope you have a wonderful week!

Signed, Duke (sir-huffman mun)

@sir-huffman

I had a whole ass heart attack 😎 honestly, cant believe anyone would actually talk about me? Like, to anyone? And thank you! When i drew the one in te back it was for filler becuase that side looked uber empty, and then i got attached, he is my favorite as well.

Now that ship came becuase i was making two seperate doodles but donna looked like she was looking at the agent, and then my crack ship became, my ship.

In fact i drew it again, becuase you reminded me of it, and i got motivation lmao. I love cuter ships becuase as much as i love angst, i have ocs for that.

Okay, so, with all yall saying you talk about it, i got super excited and happy so with this one, i told my friend and i was just being dumb in general lol. It really does mean alot to me and im honoured that yall would like, like my stuff??? I dont know, im not used to people just telling me that i guess. And im very glad that my art has brought some joy into yours and your friends lives.

Thank you, its the tying my worth to my drawing and therefore just gettin good as kids would say ~~ive mostly gotten over it tho lol~~ . Hands are my favorite thing to draw! Hands, eyes, and sometimes ears, are my favorite things to draw, although noses are fun as well.

Although ive mainly been otverzhennyys fan, and only just started kinda scrolling through yours and odinnadtsats blogs, i think of you three as my peers, and more advanced and bigger blogs, so it really does flatter and honour me, that you guys even enjoy my content, and to think that you guys are like, kinda fans really makes me happy and just, giddy i guess.

Also i hope you have an equally wonderful week!

And here are the two images i drew for ✨ you ✨

Hands are really fun

[thegreatestsandwich]

Don’t think about Namor with a baby/toddler who gets scared when he has to go away to attend court or do other kingly duties, so they cry up a storm that can be heard across the halls, inconsolable. Don’t think about Namor trying to comfort his baby by telling them he’ll be back soon, only for their crying to start up again when he tries to leave and hand them off to another Talokanil. Don’t think about Namor deciding to take his baby with him and sitting them on his lap/knee, holding them with one arm while he’s on his throne, using his other hand to catch the toy his baby is playing with before it hits the ground after they accidentally drop it. (It’s his heir; he doesn’t want them to cry again and it’s good for them to listen in on court meetings to learn since they’ll have to do it one day) Don’t think about his child saying “daddy” in the Meso-American Mayan language as their first word, bringing everything to a halt as Namor is so happy they’ve said their first word he demands there be a celebration, his child’s smile and giggle ringing throughout the throne room and mixing with his own proud smile and laughter. Or do, and turn this into a cute little story. 🙂 Love your work! 💜

I’m just too soft for all of it (Namor x F!reader)

(Am I in love with him?)

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: A first word is worth a huge ass celebration.

Warning: Nothing really, well I really don’t think there is a warning, just fluff or my idea of fluff

A/N: My dude, when you left this beautiful thing on my inbox, my mind could only imagine this, I couldn't even think about anything else, God, whoever you are, thank you so much, I had so much fun writing this.

(My inbox is open guys! If you want to talk or even if you have this tiny little idea, or even if you just want to go crazy about this man, I am more than happy to recieve everything)

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received!  

You sat back comfortably against the wall, your baby girl silently playing with the many collars that your husband had gifted you within the months. At first, you worried every day about how your twins could adapt between two worlds, but the curious nature (something they definitely got from Namor) appease that fear. Your twins were wonderful, they often make you smile with their little actions.

As worried as you were for the future of your family, Namor manage to impress you beyond your imagination with his actions. He often spend hours every day to demonstrate his love for his family, trying so hard to make you smile. He assured you that he loved you for you, and the gift of parenthood only made his love increase. As long as he had you, he was happy.  And you weren’t alone, the talokanils proved to you that they were as happy as Namor was with the arrival of your kids.                                 

“Na'.” Mommy.  Your baby girl tugged at your hand, making you smile at her. Her tiny hand tried to give you one of the collars. “For me, pretty girl?” You asked, grabbing the collar and putting it on. “Thank you, in chan pixan.” My little soul. “It is a wonderful gift. I love it with all my heart.” You kissed her forehead. “Let us go and see what your father and your brother are up to, yes?” You hold out your hands and your baby girl quickly hugged you.

You didn’t even have to walk further as your eyes watched with amusement how your tiny little toddler was following his dad without him noticing. Namor was collecting a few of his tools with huge concentration and your son was following every one of his actions, picking up imaginary things whenever his dad picked up something.  You bit your lip hard, trying not to laugh at the view.

But you weren’t as sneaky as you thought, Namor turned to your direction, a huge smile formed on his face as he saw you standing there with his precious little daughter. “Ba'axten jach ki'imak a wool, in yakunaj?” Why are you so happy, my love? His hands gently putting his tools on the floor.

“Ah, ah, ah.” You shook your head, the smile still on your face. Your daughter trying to stick her hand on your mouth. “English, we are trying to make our children bilingual, remember? Your idea.”

Namor huffed, walking towards you, his hands quickly grabbing your waist, pulling you closer to his body, giving a quick kiss to his daughter’s cheek. She frowned at the action. “Are you doing well, in yakunaj? You woke up quite late this morning.”

“Well, I’m doing pretty good, this little baby manage to distract me from my duties all morning.” You smiled when your daughter laid her head on your shoulder, watching intently at Namor. “I noticed you are quite busy this morning as well.”

He nodded. “Yes, Attuma and Krang manage to finish one of the barriers as I ask, I have to go and look for any more improvements that can be done, perhaps today I come back later than usual and for once, my beautiful wife, do not stay late.”

You pouted. “You know I probably will ignore everything you say and still wait for your arrival.” Namor sighed, nodding along your words. “So you are going out?”

“Yes?” He looked at you weirdly. “I just told you that.”

“And you are recollecting the stuff you might need, yes?”

“…What is this interrogatory, in yakunaj?” Namor asked.

You smiled, your eyes looking behind him. “I was just wondering what were you going to do with the tiny shadow that decided to follow you this day.”

“Tiny shadow?” Namor turned around, he couldn’t help but smile as he watch his son try to pick every single one of his tools from the floor.

“Good luck today.” You whispered on his ear. “You will need it, Argos has been saving all his energy so, you might want to tired him out for a bit.”

“What?” Namor quickly turned to you. “I cannot bring him out to the barriers, it might me dangerous.”

You sighed, nodding. “Well, you could always leave him here with me, I’m planning to help the older women recollecting fruit, it might be hard with him crying but after a few hours, he will get tired.”

Namor frowned. “He cries when I leave him?”

You bit your lip. “Well, yes, he misses his yuum so much.” Daddy. You walked towards your son, gently kneeling in front of him. “Are you ready to spend a day with na’?” Mommy. Your son frowned, looking at Namor with his big dark eyes, his lower lip beginning to tremble.

“No!” Namor cleared his throat. “No, he can join me for today.”

You triumphantly smiled, standing up once again and walking to your husband. “As I said before, good luck, in yakunal.”

Namor sighed, he got closer to you, trying to kiss you but was stopped by his daughter, her tiny hand trying to push his face away from yours. “Are you not letting me kiss my wife?” She pushed him again. “Fine, you win this time, but I will kiss her eventually.”

You laughed.

Namor stared at the two warriors in front of him as he tried to keep the toddler on his arms occupied, he tried everything, from giving him his jewelry to letting him play with a part of his spear, he would be a dead man if he left him play with his knife.

As he was bouncing him on his leg, Attuma was telling him what other improvements they could make so they can still be hidden from the others. Namor would have prefer to see it with his own eyes but the idea to bring his child to the dangerous parts of the barriers stir something inside him. The protectiveness part of him even growl at the idea.

He nodded at the others words, completely absorbed at them, something his child didn’t like. He wanted the attention of his father. His tiny hand tugged at the necklace he was wearing, but the only thing he manage to get was the hand of his father carefully prying away from it. Argos frowned annoyed.

“Tuláakal yaan de acuerdo con a t'aano'ob, K’uk’ulkan.” Everything is going accord to your words, K’uk’ulkan. Attuma said as his eyes turned towards the child on his king's lap. The child was getting frustrated with the lack of attention he was getting.

Namor nodded in satisfaction. "Jaaj, láayli' yaan ya'ab meyaj tumen meentk, ba'ale' confío tu ka'atúul." Yes, there is still a lot of work to do, but I trust both of you with it. Namor gave his hand to his child when he tried to grab it on his own. "Yaan wáaj alguna noticia ti' Wakanda?" Are there any news of Wakanda?

Krang looked at his king, shaking his head. “Ma', táan u cumpliendo u t'aan.” No, they are keeping their word.

“Ma'alob, ma'alob.” Good, good. “K’a’abeta…” We should…

“Yuum!” His child scream in frustration when he was ignored once again. Namor looked at him with surprise, Attuma and Krang as well.

“U yáax t'aan.” His first word. Krang whispered.

Attuma gleefuly smiled. “Ah! Techo' bix u esperaba! Jump'éel príncipe Jach ma'alob ba'ax le!” Ah! Just as expected! Such a good prince he is!”

Namor smiled, standing up and hugging his child with force. “Lela' laaj jump'éel celebración!” This deserves a celebration! “Alerta le nojoch máako', K'a'abet k celebrar táaj Chich.” Alert the elders, we must celebrate as fast as possible.

“In reina?” Namora stood next to you as her eyes watched the others carried trails with huge amount of fruits. “Ba'ax le le celebración?” What is the celebration?

You smiled, noticing how your daughter raised her arms towards Namora, she looked at you, a silent question on her gaze. You nodded, handing her your toddler, who quickly began playing with the feathers of her outfit. “Ah, In wa'alike' u in waal finalmente tu ya'alaj yuum tin wíichan. U yáax t'aan.” I believe, my son has called said dad to my husband, his first word. “ Táan planeando jump'éel celebración ko'olelbil ti' le súutuko'.” He is planning a celebration in honor of that moment.      

Namora turned slightly towards you frowning. Her hand gently pulling away the feather your daughter managed to snatch and eat. “Ts'o'ok ya'alaj teen u yáax t'aan, tu t'aanaj u yaalak' teech na'.” He has already said his first word, he called you mother.

You gently laughed, linking your arm with her free one. You silently shushed her. “Cha’ K’uk’ulkan yaantal le ba'ala, Namora'.” Let K’uk’ulkan have this, Namora.

[plus-size-reader]

I found your blog and it honestly made me tear up because I've been reading fanfiction/imagines since I was like 14 and I'm turning 24 and it's the first time I like REALLY feel it, like it made meso happy and made me feel like I do have a place in the world (that may seem dumb but I just made me feel so good) thank you for this.

It doesn't seem dumb at all darling! I started this blog at 15 and I'm about to turn 21 in six days. I needed a place in the world too at such a difficult time and I feel so grateful to have been able to build a community for others like me in this little corner of the internet.

[doberbutts]

You mentioned Danes and that recent health/longevity study so I’m curious. Do you think it’s possible to breed healthy, long-lived giant breeds? With outcrossing/back crossing or otherwise? Or is it just that when you’re 120lbs, things like incontinence, or bad arthritis, or hind end paresis are life-limiting when they wouldn’t be for a 5lb dog because they’re just easier to manage?

I had a discussion about this about a year and a half ago about what exactly is the upper limit of what is "healthy" for a dog's height and weight to be. Danes, English Mastiffs, and other molossers can easily reach 200lbs as fully grown adult males (note: that is more than I weigh as a fully grown adult human 5'10'' 180lbs) and that is a lot of weight. Comparatively, toy breed dogs frequently live double what those giant breeds live without even trying, and weigh in at under 20lbs with the smallest of the bunch being some of the longest lived. Then we also add on that the longest lived dogs period have been mostly medium herdy breeds and small breeds roughly 20lbs or less.

It is entirely possible that adding so much size is simply going to push the upper limits of just how much weight we can add to a canine frame before it starts drastically affecting health. Grey wolves may be about the same height and weight in the wild (with a lovely 30% chance of hip dysplasia in the captive ones) but dingos and other pariah types are often significantly smaller. The "wild type" that domestic dogs tend to breed back into when there is very little human guidance (though not always no human influence) are often medium-to-small sized, with prick ears, red coloring, curled tails, long instead of tall or square, double coats, meso-to-doliocephalic, relatively straight in front, and round or hare feet. In other words, the further we stray from that, the more likely we will run into other mutations that we don't actually want.

Is it possible to breed healthy, long-lived giant breeds? I suppose that depends on what your definition is of "healthy" or "long lived". When I was growing up, the average male dane lived until he was 5 or 6. In 15 years, the Great Dane Club of America has made tremendous strides to extend average lifespan to about 8-10. I personally know a few danes that made it further into the double digits, though those are still few in number. Sushi's breeder's dogs' average range is 10-13, with most of them being 11 or 12. She is linebred on a dog that lived to 13. I have some friends with older greyhounds that are in the double digits and outside of some creaks and groans with aging joints on cold days their dogs are still spry and physically active. I knew an English Mastiff that lived to be 14. He was verified ancient at that point and needed some help getting up in the morning, most of the time he just hung out on his bed, but he still wagged his tail and kept his head up and was happy to be part of his family with his bed in the center of the room they frequented the most.

But they also definitely showed their age, whereas I've seen small dogs and toy breeds especially not even start to grey at 10 years old. Removing the weight seemed to add to longevity, but does add to higher litter mortality rates because just as there is only so big one can go, there's only so small a viable puppy can be. Is it worth it? I think that's a personal ethics question.

Personally I don't think it's possible to get a giant breed living much longer than 15. I also don't think even the low end of double digits is a bad thing for such a big dog. I think all dogs should at least live until they're 10. I think the smaller the dog, the further past 10 just makes sense. There's no reason for a dog to die at 7.5 years, 3 years, 10 months.

I think no matter what, even if we lower COI to the point of chihuahua average (~<5-10%), that giants will probably still live a shorter life than a smaller dog. There's just a lot of mass to be carrying around their whole life.

[legobatjoker]

WAA OAKY IM GOING 2 BED NOW MY LOVE !!! just a reminder before i do tho my love that !! i lvoe you so so much my dear just oouguogh ur soso wonderfull nd i love talking 2 u always so so much like i had so much fun jus freaking out abt red tv 2 u today my love ik obvs u were alseep at the time but it rly made me feel like i was listeing 2 it w u in a way which was rly rly nice bc i just love you so so much youre such an incredible wonderfull friend nd i love everything abt u sm nd im j so so happy 2 have u in my love always my dear :> i rly hope u had a good day bc i had a lovley red (carulia) day w u my love !!! i hope u have many many sweet dreams my dear, gn :] ❣❤🍓🍒🥀🧣🐞🌹🍄✨ /p

AWE im sooo glad u did send the asks even tho im sorry i answwred them so late :(((!!! but like yah they made me happy j as u always make meso happy :3!!! i love u v much andd happy carulia day gn :]<3! 💕💕💕💖💖💖‼️‼️❤️💕❤️❤️💕❤️❤️🌹❤️❤️🌸🌸💖

[tayerroos]

Patchwork Tales: Book 1

A “9" roleplay compendium.  Read on AO3 Chapter: 11 [First] [Back] [You Are Here] [Next] Warnings for this chapter: Graphic Violence, Death, Suggestive Material

[elycady]

Made another Kaileena, but this time with a bit more serpentine in her figure to reflect her Coatl heritage. Also gave her a feather crest that has elements of a meso-american headdress, likewise a nod. Very happy with how clean it turned out. And just try to say "no" to that face...

[t0ngue-tech]

Up All Night

“Out of all the friends Seokjin made online, you were exceptionally precious to him for many reasons. One, you carried metal straws with you everywhere. Two, you both were majoring in the medical field. Lastly, to be frank, he liked you.”

↠ fluffy nonsense huhuhu, universityAU ↞

word count: 4.9k

↠ oneshot ↞

A/N: happy new year everyone! 2019 was a ROUGH year for me for so many reasons. i hope this new year will do me good. as a gift for the new year, here’s a little seokjin fic huhu. i hope your new years eve was a fun and safe one (im still hungover a little but im alive lmao) i also hope to put out more fics for you all to love! i love you guise so much! o and there’s a few maplestory references in this fic lol.

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Eatjean: I have no idea why it stopped working. I got this watch last week

Y0urnam3: i think you should just give it some TIME

y0urnam3: get it??????

Y0urnam3: cuz it’s a WATCH!!!

Seokjin slapped a hand over his mouth, but failed to stifle the broken laugh behind his hand. He ultimately released a squeaky laugh that almost had him in tears.

“SEOKJIN. I swear to--”

“Okay! Okay! I’ll log off, Yoongi. Relax.”

Besides studying for hours on end at his desk, Seokjin also spent hours playing an online game called Maplestory. He played for years and even if he was juggling his job, social life, and college, he always made time to play. Seokjin made a lot of friends all around the world through Maplestory and even a handful of his friends in college played. 

“Dude, you’ve been playing since 8:30. I have to solidify this lesson plan and I can’t concentrate with you laughing and slapping your desk every ten seconds.” Yoongi, Seokjin’s roommate, took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes.

“Sorry, but y/n has been busy with school and we haven’t played together for a while.” Seokjin explained.

Out of all the friends Seokjin made online, you were exceptionally precious to him for many reasons. One, you carried metal straws with you everywhere. Two, you both were majoring in the medical field. Lastly, to be frank, he liked you.

Seokjin met you online through the Monster Carnival Party Quest around four months ago. Being in the last room of the party quest meant having a larger party with characters that had buffs and skills that could be beneficial to the entire team. Seokjin’s party was in need of a healer and happened to choose you, a cleric, to join the party.

For five rounds, Seokjin’s party dominated the party quest and when everyone came to the mutual decision to call it quits, everyone sent each other a buddy request and it all started off from there.

For the next few days, Seokjin found himself logging on around the same time you were online and the two of you spent time farming for mesos, helping each other out with quests, or doing rooms three and four in CPQ because the rooms only required a two-person party. This allowed you two to chat for hours, getting to know each other little by little. Of course, you both took precautions because it was the online world, anyone could be behind their screens and pretend to be someone they weren’t.

After almost a month of chatting as much as possible, you eventually began to trust Seokjin with more personal details of your life. You opened up by venting to him about how your ex-best friend decided to hook up with your newly broken up with ex-boyfriend. Seokjin easily related with you with the same story however, his story happened in high school and he found out himself because he found one of his ex-girlfriend’s blouses in his ex-best friend’s room. Seokjin understood your pain and became an emotional sounding board for you.

Even if Seokjin was your listening ear, the only other information that was shared was each other’s names and major. Honestly, Seokjin was curious about what you looked like, what your voice sounded like, but those things were privileged information that couldn’t be shared that easily. Looking each other up online probably wouldn’t be much help either because there could be a lot of people who had the same names and there would be no way to figure out for sure who was really you and vise versa.

No matter how curious he was, Seokjin respected your privacy and didn’t want to ruin the friendship he had with you.

“You make like you haven’t spoken to her in years.” Yoongi quipped as he typed away at his laptop.

“Just do your lesson plan, Mr. Teacher’s Assistant.” Seokjin laughed and launched a paper ball towards Yoongi’s direction. “I’m packing it in anyways. Y/n has an early class tomorrow.”

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There were multiple places you could’ve been and your 8 am class was definitely not your first choice.

Your professor for medical terminology had an optional 8 am course which you stupidly decided to attend. It wasn’t because you were failing, your future wouldn’t allow for that. Focusing and studying hasn’t been in your mind for a few days and you needed a refresher.

“Y/n, tell me, why am I even here right now?” Irene dropped her folder on top of the desk next to you and groaned. “I swear my bed was caressing me and begging me to stay.”

You yawned and tapped her desk. “Trust me. I also almost pressed snooze on my alarm but you promised you’d go with me and a promise is a promise.”

“Yeah, yeah, and you promised you were going to treat me to breakfast after this soooo…”

Fifteen minutes felt like four days. Your professor stood at the front of the class rambling on, clicking through his slides while everyone stared back at him with hollow eyes.

You glanced over at Irene who had half-lidded eyes and lazily swung her pen in between her fingers. She was probably daydreaming about the french toast and hot coffee from the diner across campus.

You found yourself doodling in the corner of your notebook with rough sketches of orange mushrooms, slimes, and a family of snails. The corner of your paper was starting to look like a miniature version of Henesys hunting grounds.

Forty-five minutes dragged on by and your professor finally let the class go. You and Irene both had a 10 am class which was why you promised her breakfast; to pass time and to have girl time.

“Are you sure I can order the french toast and waffles? We’re both broke ass college students, you know.” Irene handed her menu to the waitress and smiled.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s fine. We haven’t hung out in a while, so it’s okay.” You assured her.

“That’s because you’re always playing Maplestory.”

Irene wasn’t wrong.

You didn’t mean to spend the majority of your free time cooped up at your desk with your eyes glued to the colorful images on your laptop screen. Some days your logged on to bust ass and level up, but other days you actually waited to see if Seokjin was going to log on as well.

“So, anything new with that Seokjin guy?” Irene sipped her coffee. “Did you ask for each other’s social media yet?”

The answer will always be no.

“I told you, Irene. There’s something about the ‘not-knowing’. Plus, it’s a mutual agreement between us.” You explained for the thousandth time.

“Yeah, but what if he’s a creepy dude trying to hit on you!”

Of course you thought of that, which was also a hidden reason as to you why you didn’t expose too much personal information about yourself. Seokjin only knew your first name, your major in college, and you were sure to change the names of any personal stories that your shared with him.

You made sure to be careful. Always.

“Seokjin has been catfished before on Maplestory and he said it was so embarrassing and painful that he never wishes anything like that one anyone.” This was a story that Seokjin hesitated to tell because of how embarrassing it was, but he knew he had to tell you because he didn’t want you to get the wrong idea about him. This was his way of showing you that he trusted you.

“Well, alright y/n. You’re a smart girl, don’t forget that.”

Classes seemed to fly by after breakfast and after a draining study group, you were eager to have some quality time with yourself.

When you fully logged into your Maplestory account, Seokjin was quick to greet you in the text box.

Eatjean: Y/n!!!!

Eatjean: How was class?

You smiled stupidly at your laptop screen.

Y0urnam3: seokjinnnnnn! classes were just as annoying as yesterday

Yournam3: my energy is at 5% right now

Eatjean: I think it’s bedtime for you

A pout formed.

Y0urnam3: nooooo i waited all day to talk to you

Your feelings for Seokjin wasn’t exactly subtle. You weren’t shy to type out things like “I love talking with you” and “I missed you, sorry I couldn’t play yesterday”. It took a lot of courage for you to do so, but you were sure the courage came from not knowing Seokjin face-to-face. If you were to see him in person after saying all of those things, there was no doubt you would shrivel up into an embarrassed raisin.

Seokjin took a little longer to reply than usual. Instead of seeing his screen name, a spam of a character selling a level 200 weapon for warriors filled the chat box instead. Maybe this was a sign that you needed to stop being so forward with him.

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“Awww, okay then stay uwu.”

Seokjin scrambled around a blocked his screen with his hands. He whipped his head to the side and found Yoongi peering over his shoulder.

“Y-Yoongi, when did you get back?” Seokjin stammered.

“Just now. Aren’t you going to press enter?” Yoongi stepped away from Seokjin’s breathing space and took a seat on his own bed. “And what the hell is an uwu?”

“It’s a way to express, uh, extreme ador--no, just google it!” He learned the phrase from you a few weeks ago and at first, he was just as confused as Yoongi was.

Seokjin took another quick glance at Yoongi who was struggling to kick his converse off his feet and hit the “enter” key on his laptop. 

Within minutes, you replied.

Y0urnam3: OMG YOURE USING UWU ALJDFLKDJ

Eatjean: MY FIRST AND ONLY TIME

Y0urnam3: UWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWU

Y0urnam3: btw can you help me farm for some mesos? I still can’t believe i got scammed yesterday

Seokjin didn’t do anything to hide the smile on his face. Why was the word “uwu” so amusing to him? It was probably because it made you seem a lot cuter than what he originally thought.

In the next hour, Seokjin met up with you help you gain back the mesos you lost. After everything, the two of you circled back to Henesys and stood at a random spot in an empty channel.

Eatjean: Brb ya boi needs a snack lol

He stood up from his chair and retreated to a small table in the room that he and Yoongi dubbed as the snack corner.

“Still playing?” Yoongi asked from behind his laptop screen.

“Yeah. We’re waiting for a few friends so we can LPQ.” Seokjin ripped open a bag of sweet corn balls, sending a few flying to the floor. Just as he bent down to pick up the pieces, he caught Yoongi’s eyes staring at him. “What?”

“I have literally no idea what you just said, but go off I guess.” Yoongi went back to typing away on his laptop. “Oh yeah, before I forget, you’re coming this weekend right?”

Seokjin took a quick second to think about what plans he possibly had this weekend, but nothing came to mind.

“What’s happening this weekend?”

“Dude, Jimin’s party? Penthouse in the city?”

It finally clicked in his brain that Jimin’s uncle lent Jimin his penthouse for the weekend as an early birthday present. Seokjin was invited last week along with Yoongi and they were given strict instructions by Jimin to clear their schedule for Saturday night.

Was it selfish for Seokjin to want to stay back at his dorm and talk to you all night? There was no doubt that Yoongi would agree to go because he has been complaining the entire week about “needing a fucking drink because fuck this lesson plan”. With Yoongi gone for that evening, that meant Seokjin could laugh to his heart’s content all by himself.

“I--” Seokjin dragged on. “I don’t know. I might just stay here and relax.”

“Relax my ass.” Yoongi said in a joking tone. “Seokjin, you’re going. It’s just one night out. Y/n is not going to disappear all of a sudden.”

Of course Yoongi was right. It was just one night off campus and having a drink with his friends was a plan that was long overdue. But Seokjin liked you too much, so it was normal to want to talk to you as much as possible.

Seokjin sighed quietly. An unnecessary battle between the two choices flooded his mind. Going to the party was obviously the answer that settled at the tip of his tongue.

But y/n… ugh but Jimin...

“Fine, okay. I’ll go, I’ll go.” Seokjin lifted his hands in the air in defeat. 

There was no point in telling you about the party because just as Yoongi mentioned, you weren’t going to disappear into thin air. Plus, Seokjin wasn’t your boyfriend. He had no business in telling you every single thing that he was going to be doing.

Eatjean: Okay, back

Eatjean: Sorry my roommate was just telling me about his day

Seokjin waited a few minutes before receiving your reply.

Y0urnam3: ohhhhh this is the teacher’s assistant right?

Y0urnam3: how was his day?

Y0urnam3: and how was yours too!! i forgot to ask lol

He smiled and danced his fingers along his keyboard.

Eatjean: That’s the one! And he’s in desperate need for a drink

Eatjean: My day was alright. We’re already preparing for midterms so that’s a bummer

After hitting “enter”, Seokjin pressed the F4 button on his keyboard making his character have a crying facial expression.

Talking to you was always easy. He never felt the need to force a conversation with you because you both shared the same interests and had an understanding school schedule. If there was a chance where he could meet you in person, he was so sure that it would also be just as easy.

For the next two hours, Seokjin aided you in farming for mesos until the party was full to complete a few rounds of the party quest. Even if his eyes may have gotten dry and his back was tight, he enjoyed the time he spent with you.

Y0urnam3: okay seokjin it is LATE and ya girl needs to sleep

Seokjin frowned.

Eatjean: Already T__T

Y0urnam3: i know in sory

Y0urnam3: im sorry****

Y0urnam3: ive been keeping all school related stuff on the back burner and i need to get accepted into the nursing program i told u about

“Ah..right.” Seokjin muttered to himself.

Eatjean: OH OF COURSE OF COURSE

Eatjean: Pls focus on school too!! Trying to become a cardiologist isnt a walk in the park either so i understand

Eatjean: Study hard and get some rest y/n

After receiving your reply filled with words of encouragement for Seokjin to also study hard, he finally shut off his laptop and flopped onto his bed. Since school was a huge priority for you, this probably meant you were going to spend more time hitting the books and using your computer for actual research purposes.

“If only we had each other’s instagram handles or something.” Seokjin groaned and waited for a response from Yoongi.

The room stayed silent and when he turned around, Yoongi was sitting in his chair with his head tilted backwards and had a red pen tucked behind his ear. His desk was cluttered with debris of papers and his laptop was wide open with what seemed to be an answer key.

Seokjin stared at his sleeping friend for a while. “Yeah. He needs a fucking drink.”

↠↞

“Okay, bitches. Clear your schedules. We are going to get crazy tomorrow..” A mutual friend of you and Irene, Seulgi, dropped her binder and textbook on top of the table where you and Irene were studying.

“Crazy?” Irene questioned. “Really?”

Seulgi dropped herself into the seat next to you and sighed. “No, I’m kidding. I just wanted to invite you guys to my dorm tomorrow to have a study session and a few glasses of wine.”

“Ugh. I’m in. I have been crazed this whole week and I need the alcohol.” You shut your textbook and rubbed your temples.

“Are you sure? You’re not going to isolate yourself and play Maplestory—and I mean that in the nicest way possible.” Irene reached over and clasped your hands with hers.

You laughed knowing there may have been notes of bitterness in her words. “Yes honey, I’m sure. Both Seokjin and I have mountains of work that we’ve been putting off so I don’t know when’s the next time we’re going to be online together.”

Seulgi raised her eyebrows and leaned closer to your shoulder. “And how is it going with Mr. Eatjean? Are you two going to get married in Amoria yet?”

You snorted and gently pushed Seulgi’s head away from your breathing space. To your surprise, Irene laughed along understanding what Seulgi was talking about; she never played the game but you talked about it so much with her that she caught on some of the terminology that was used.

Unfortunately, what you said was the truth. You haven’t been able to play Maplestory in a while and you really missed talking to Seokjin. It wasn’t easy being in the medical field, but you had to give your future career some of your attention at some point.

When Seulgi invited you two over for a study session, you imagined having a few glasses of wine while listening to jazz and getting a lot of work done. However, none of that happened.

Just when the three of you were settled in Seulgi’s room, almost ready to pull out the wine cork, Seulgi receives a very delightful phone call from a friend. Next thing you knew, you were carefully applying lip gloss in the backseat of an uber and Irene was racking her brain over whether or not she wanted to unbutton the first three buttons of her top.

“Ugh, just do it already! Jihyo is going to be there tonight that’s why!” Seulgi gently tugged on Irene’s hand who was holding onto yours. “And y/n, stop pulling the skirt down. That skirt was meant to be that short.”

“I know, but oh my God, the exposure!” You tugged at the end of the black pencil skirt Seulgi let you borrow.

“Sooyoung, should’ve let us know ahead of time about these plans.” Irene complained.

“At least this is way better than studying—hey, Sooyoung!” Seulgi called out.

Sooyoung met the three of you at the elevator and hastily rushed you all down the long hallway that was filled with gorgeous college students. You all entered a doorway that was also filled with students who were either already wasted or making their way towards that level. Some of the students were familiar to you and others were definite strangers; Sooyoung seemed to know most of them.

“Girl, where is your brother anyway? We have to at least greet him happy birthday first.” Irene tippy toed to get a good look of the people in the kitchen.

“He’s in here somewhere. Let’s just find him later.” Sooyoung began pouring vodka into shot cups while you poured sprite into four other cups.

“You know, I keep forgetting you have a brother.” You spoke over the mixed sounds of music and voices of people. “Why don’t you two just go to the same university?”

“Well, you know how it is. Siblings, different majors, scholarships, blah blah blah.” Sooyoung brushed passed the subject and handed out the shots and chasers. “Come on, you girls need to catch up, especially Irene because Jihyo looks hot as fuck tonight—to Jihyo!”

Sooyoung raised her shot cup and while you and Seulgi complied with the cheer, Irene begged you all to tune it down. Although she did mutter, to Jihyo, before gulping down her vodka.

You, Seulgi, and Sooyoung were huddled in one part of the living room to keep an eye on Irene who seemed to be a bit more confident in talking to her crush; all thanks to some liquid courage.

The entire floor was covered with people making it almost impossible to not bump into anyone.

“Oh! Sorry!” You yelled over music. “This place is so boujee! If I ever lived here, I would never leave.”

Seulgi laughed and nudged your shoulder. “Penthouse or not, you never leave your dorm anyway!”

“Ooh! Is it because of that game you’re playing? How is that dude-guy anyway?” Sooyoung slurred.

You scrunch your nose and helped your drunk friend sit down on a nearby chair. “How much did you drink before we arrive?”

Sooyoung gently tugged on your pencil skirt. “Answer me question. When are you and denim jeans getting married in Amoria?”

Seulgi threw a fit of laughter as she explained to Sooyoung that she said the exact same thing.

“We are not getting married in Amoria. We’re not even in a relationship.” You squished Sooyoung’s cheeks with one hand and took a sip from your mixed drink.

“But why not? It seems like you and sack-jeans are into each other. I say, date!” Sooyoung waved her red cup in the air and you and Seulgi did your best to calm her down. A drunk Sooyoung was something else.

“Honey, you need to relax. It’s only eight in the evening and for your information, his name is Seokjin and we’re just Maplestory buddies right now. We don’t even know what each other looks like.” You stroked Sooyoung’s hair and took another sip of your drink.

“Y/n, just listen to the poor girl and date him!” Seulgi let out a high pitch snicker and gave Sooyoung a high five.

Talking about Seokjin was definitely bringing your mood down. Maybe it was the alcohol messing with your emotions for than usual, but you really missed talking with him.

“Y-Y/n?”

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you spun around, making eye contact with one of the cutest guys you ever laid your eyes on. He wore a red t-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and had jet black hair that was styled upward. If his eyes didn't catch your attention, his lips sure did. The only thing wrong with him was that he knew your name and you didn’t recognize him at all.

“Um and you are?” You questioned, readying yourself to perform some sort of self-defense.

“It’s me.” He gestured to himself. “Seokjin.”

↠↞

Seokjin weaved himself around the kitchen, trying to find a bottle of Grey Goose to refill his drink.

“Damnit, Jimin. How many people do you know?!” Seokjin grunted. “Oh, Joy! Pass me the bottle when you’re done.”

The already-drunk-sister of his friend gave him a thumbs up before filling up the last shot cup and slid the bottle down the counter. Seokjin tried to thank her, but her focus was immediately back to her friends.

“Dude, where’d you go?!” Yoongi bumped into Seokjin, almost making him spill his drink.

“Okay, I know you need this wild ass night, but please relax. This is my favorite shirt. It accents my shoulders.” Seokjin grabbed his friend’s cup to give him a refill.

“Hurry. Namjoon is freestyling in the living room and it’s fucking fire.” Yoongi nudged Seokjin’s arm to make him lead the way into the living room.

Seokjin was more than supportive of his friend’s desire to drink his stress away, but having to deal with Yoongi’s drunk ass plus a few more of his friends was making him wish he was back at his dorm, double clicking the Maplestory icon. But he had to admit, Namjoon was spitting bars.

“Oh! Sorry!”

Seokjin turned around to find one of his friends stumbling over, almost knocking down a group of girls.

“Good grief, Sandeul. Sit here, please.” Seokjin gently forced his friend to sit down on the couch in front of him.

Just a few more hours, Seokjin. Just hold out for a few more hours, then you can drag Yoongi back to the dorm.

“-getting married in Amoria?”

Seokjin chuckled. I guess there are other Maplestory players here.

He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he was trying to catch wind of the conversation behind him. However, the music and crowd was too loud to hear most of the conversation.

“-and for your information, his name is Seokjin and we’re just Maplestory buddies for now.”

“Y/n, just listen—”

Huh, Seokjin. That’s my name too- WAIT.

Taking the heavy risk of appearing as a creeper, Seokjin turned around and tapped the girl behind him.

Here goes.

“Y-Y/n?”

When she turned around, Seokjin was blessed to see the cutest girl he has ever seen.

“Um and you are?”

Seokjin braced himself and pointed to his chest. “It’s me. Seokjin.”

You widen your eyes and Seokjin could tell you weren’t as convinced.

“U-uh, it’s really me. Eatjean? I just helped you farm for more mesos because you were scammed the day before.” Seokjin’s heart was thundering in his chest. The alcohol could’ve also played a role in that, but it was also because he was extremely nervous that the girl right before his eyes was actually a different person.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” You repeated. “Oh my God, you’re really Seokjin!”

The nervousness was slowly exiting his body once he saw the smile that grew on your face. Thank heavens, it was really you.

“Y-Yeah. It’s me! Wow, I just—I’m—w-wow.” Those words were the only ones that Seokjin could muster.

You let out a snicker and tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. “I can’t believe—”

“Seokjin?! This is denim jeans?! Date her!” Sooyoung suddenly gripped your shoulders.

“Excuse her. Sooyoung get your shit together for a second please—” Seulgi tugged at Sooyoung to leave you two alone. “Continue!”

Seokjin chuckled and looked over his shoulder to check on his friends who were still invested in freestyling. He then took you by the hand to stand in one part of the living room that had a little less people.

“You’re friends with Jimin’s sister?” Seokjin questioned.

“Yeah! We go to the same university. Why the hell hasn’t she mentioned you to me before?” You sighed sadly.

“I’m actually closer to Jimin.” He explained. “I even forget that her real name is Sooyoung. Jimin only refers to her as ‘Joy.’”

You took a sip out of your drink and nodded your head. “What a small ass world.”

Seokjin stuffed his hand in his pocket and leaned in closer to you. “You wanna get out of here?”

↠↞

“I told you to not use the scroll! It only had a fifty percent success rate.” You shook Seokjin by the shoulders who was devastated by the choice he made.

At first, you were feeling hints of regret after quickly accepting Seokjin’s invitation because you didn’t know what his intentions were. But he was just as quick to assure you that he wanted to bring you to his dorm to have some pizza and help him with his character’s accessories.

Seokjin was the perfect gentleman, just as you imagined. He gave you some of his clothes to change into so you were comfortable, he even stepped out of his dorm so you could have privacy. He let you sit in his gaming chair while he took a random stool from inside the dorm. When the pizza arrived, he remembered how much you loved pizza crust so he gave you every single one from each slice he took.

If you knew this was the type of guy Seokjin was, you would’ve gave him your instagram a long time ago.

“Hey, cut me some slack. I took a huge risk here.” Seokjin spun you around in his chair. “And I remember a certain someone who spent almost nine hundred thousand mesos on a staff she ended up not needing.”

“Fine, fine. Touche.” You scoffed and jokingly threatened to leave his dorm.

You scanned Seokjin’s desk and saw nothing but textbooks, what seemed to be study guides, and a few empty coffee cups. Being under the same university major umbrella, you understood the mess all too well.

“How’s your studying going?” You asked, tidying up some of his papers.

“Ehhh. I put the dying in studying.” Seokjin joked and you playfully hit his shoulder. “I’ve been up all night for the past few days.”

“Awww, you poor baby.” You ran your fingers through his hair and his eyelids fluttered closed at your touch. “Well, I guess it’s sort of no different from when you’re playing Maplestory with me.”

“Hmmm, I beg to differ. I actually enjoy spending time with you online.” Seokjin sighed happily. “And maybe I can enjoy spending time with you in person this time around?”

You laughed and brought your hands to your face to hide the blush he caused. “Ohhhhh, very smooth, Seokjin.”

“Do you accept this quest?”

You studied Seokjin’s facial features on more time; his big eyes and pouty lips. After knowing each other through an online game, it was only right for you to finally get to know the real Seokjin. 

From what you already knew, he was a sweet man who enjoyed trying new food, doing word search puzzles, and taking every opportunity presented to him to make some sort of pun. He could be a bit cheesy and a bit dorky, but it was all endearing. And because of all the time you’ve spent reading his cheesy lines through your laptop screen, the next words that came out of your mouth was just as cheesy and dorky, but it fit the moment.

“Quest accepted.”

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♡ rae jagi

[azoriusfilekeeper]

Querida y Linda: Huatli

I was a Vorthos before there was even a term for it. These articles, so far, have been about some of the first few cards I had ever seen that got that Vorthos spark ignited(planeswalker pun intended). But then I got to thinking that you all don't want to hear me recount days of yore with all the cards I collected in my early days. Plus, I remember reading once that the average Magic player has only been playing for five years, so you’re really not interested in twenty-six years ago. So I will attempt to mix the old with the new.

Being Mexican-American, I was very excited when the Ixalan set was announced; a Magic set flavored by Meso-American myth and culture. The reality was even better! The native-looking denizens of the Sun Empire against the conquistador vampires of the Legion of Dusk: throw in merfolk, dinosaurs and pirates and you have got one heck of a romp. Even if it was all just for Bolas to acquire the Immortal Sun via Tezzeret, the set was a whole lot of fun. This set made Jace likable and turned Vraska into a charming rogue. I hope we get to come back to this world one day.

But what really excited my Vorthos about this set was the newest planeswalker; Huatli. Inclusion is a very important thing and to have someone who looks like you and people you know can make all the difference in the world. This princess(Zapotec, Olmec, Aztec, Maya and all the other Native tribes that have added to the tapestry of Mexico’s culture), with her historical sci-fi armor and standing next to a majestic dinosaur(many pre-columbian civilizations revered a plumed serpent and dinosaurs, with their feathers, could be considered plumed serpents) is forever etched onto the story of this game. And while it doesn't guarantee her a prime place in the future stories that Wizards will craft, maybe making her wait until the next tale that brings multiple planeswalkers together, it is hoped that she will star in, and add to, many more awesome adventures in the story of Magic.

And what makes Huatli that more impressive is that she is the only stand-out that is a Native. The bad guys are a minotaur and a cyborg, and the main protagonists are a gorgon and Tuxedo Mask(as my niece refers to Jace as). The vampires on Ixalan are white(as the set’s stand-ins for Spaniards), but even the leader of the pirates is an Anglo. It would have been nice to have even one more primary character from Ixalan be a Native to show that Wizards was all-in with representation.

Even as Huatli stands as Magic’s only Mexican/Native planeswalker, she has already had four planeswalker cards(two in Ixalan, one in Rivals of Ixalan and one in War of the Spark). What I find extra special about this is that it gave Wizards the chance to put her in her true color combination of green and white. Move over Mat Selesnya because Huatli might be coming for you to become queen of green/white.

Thank you for coming and reading my article! I hope you all have a happy 2020 and that the year bring everything you hope for. Until next week, may Svyelun and her tides favor you.