#it would be titled project Amethyst

[ridragon]

I have... A Mewtwo story written out in my head. Despite resisting that temptation for a long time. It kinda just fell out of my head despite going "NO. PEOPLE DONT WANT UR MEWTWO STORY IT'S OVERSATURATED AND PEOPLE DO BETTER ART."

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. I can't draw great though.

We'll see

[schoenht]

Omg sol I just used my braincell hear me out

I'm thinking of Riddle, Azul, and Vil in a royalty au... Do with that information what you will (I am begging on my knees for hcs or anything plsplspls)

characters: vil schoenheit, azul ashengrotto, riddle rosehearts.

genre: royal au, enemies to lovers/belief of unrequited love (vil), childhood friends to lovers/arranged marriage (riddle), masquerade (azul)

a/n: CRACKS KNUCKLES LOUDLY YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT PERSON i say as i desperately hide the tons of royal aus in my drafts in every blog ever (do not mind how long these are, they're like. actual fics almost.) different format bc each one will have its own name and title

warning: fem!reader (main use of "princess", "bride" and she/her for azul's part), banter for vil (its enemies to lovers ofc there's banter)

♡ ━ 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄

In every fairytale, there was always a magical ball where everyone's dreams came true and everyone lived happily ever after, with their true love. But as you stared at the waltzing figures before you, you could only mutter curses under your breath.

As the princess in line for the throne, you had a multitude of royal duties to attend to, none of which should have included you attending the Winter Ball. The duchess was supposed to take your place, yet she decided to mess around and was unable to make it. You stepped in--because you had no other choice. The king had told you that it was either the Ball or going through a few hundred files on the exports of wheat.

At the sight of him, you mentally punched yourself for not choosing the files. He was beautiful, like sunlight reflecting on freshly fallen snow. He was elegant, carrying himself with a grace unmatched by anyone. The air around him seemed to freeze, causing him to glow. It was said that a single teardrop from his eye could make even the most wilted flowers bloom to life. There were myths about how if you looked into his eyes, you would melt from his amethyst-colored eyes, more radiant than the sun itself.

More like be paralyzed, Medusa could never, you told yourself as you stared at Vil Schoenheit, next in line to be king. He had been your enemy since you were toddlers. He had pushed you out of the way so he could ride a tricycle before you and you kicked sand at him. Granted, you were the one that got in major trouble for that but the moment of satisfaction was worth it. But that wasn't the last time you two crashed heads.

It became worse over the years. You thought he was pretentious, he thought you were overconfident. You always hated how he would constantly look down on you and he loathed how you would act like the complete opposite of a princess. In classes, you were always the one that defeated him in tons of tests, until it came to hands-on projects. Whether your professors loved to see the two of you fight, you'd never know. But they always put you two together for projects and the class had always been on edge, waiting for something to explode, maybe even one of you. Luckily, that never happened but you were close to dropping a potion on his hair and he was close to purposefully throwing his grade if it meant you'd fall too.

It had been years since that era. You were too busy completing all the duties necessary for a princess. Your hatred for him was simmering back up, a trained instinct. With your arms crossed, you watched as he walked through the room, graciously dodging the massive fanclub he got. His head lifted and his eyes locked with yours. That was the first time you had ever seen him genuinely off guard. You waited for a glare or something to let you know he hated you.

Nothing.

That was worse. You stood there, dumbfounded. You shook it off, thinking that it was better like that. He would leave you alone and you'd leave him alone. That was exactly how you liked it. Or so you thought. However, when you looked back at all those years without him, you always felt a pang in your chest, inexplicable. It didn't matter. You were nothing compared to him, and he made that clear. You didn't care.

Meanwhile, Vil was being escorted to the opposite side of the ballroom. He was curious to find out why you were here but then he remembered that his feelings towards you were not altogether positive. His eyes narrowed faintly before he gracefully accepted the dance invitations from several of his fans. He waltzed through the room with them and it seemed as though they were floating through the crowd from how smoothly they went. Vil was an expert at ballroom dancing, your complete opposite. Last time he remembered seeing you try to ballroom dance, you stepped on your partner's feet. He could recall going home and bursting out into manic laughter. The look on your face had been...quite endearing. He shook his head again, pushing away those thoughts. Why did they exist in the first place? He shouldn't have been thinking about you at all.

You took a glass of apple cider from one of the waiters passing by, sipping it. The taste was sweet but just enough to be pleasant. You tried to appear bored, but your eyes followed Vil as he danced with everyone who pleaded to have the honor of his presence bestowed on them. With a scoff coming out of you, you sat down, toying with the shiny utensils.

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Perhaps I'll do you a favor and keep you company, maybe my radiance can help you go from...a disaster to something slightly decent."

You groaned at hearing his voice. He was too flawless as you stared up at him. He matured from the last time you saw him. His blond hair was longer, purple tips at the end. His eyelids were intricately painted and his clothes were nothing less than expensive. He looked the part of the prince, especially how he held himself. In comparison to you, you knew that he had practiced beforehand, aware of the event. You snorted, rolling your eyes at him. "I think that the pigs' company is much better than yours. At least they are self aware."

"Are they? I'm quite sure they do not care, as long as they get scraps."

"What do you want, Vil?"

Vil wasn't sure. He stared down at you, believing that he came over just to tease you. However the sight of you was a comfort to him, so much so that he could not help but be drawn to you. You were his sole constant, the one to bring him to reality. Everyone else wanted desperately to be seen with him, yet you did everything in your power to not be seen with him. He should have hated that fact, he should have.

Then why did his heart pound whenever you glared at him? Why did the anger in your eyes make him weak at the knees? Why in the world did he find himself dizzy at the sight of you?

He shook his head. He was acting like an idiot. "Come. Let us dance."

"Hell no."

"Oh? Then perhaps I'll just claim that I'm the victor of the ballroom--" He was cut off by you taking his hand unceremoniously and leading him to the center of the ballroom. His hand was on your hip delicately, the other one holding yours. It was such a small detail, but you noticed that his nails were painted the exact shade as yours. That idea was preposterous since the nail polish was extraordinarily rare to find and a hassle to obtain.

Vil was looking at you with an expression you couldn't place. You gritted your teeth, hating the way he looked at you and mostly, hating the way your heart was racing. You knew everyone was watching, you knew that his fanclub was seething since they all knew how much you loathed the man. Making eye contact was your worst mistake. You could feel your breath stop short. Then, with agony, you realized that you didn't harbor hatred for him. No, quite the opposite really. You had had feelings for him for the longest time. You didn't know how it happened, but you knew when it did.

There was no way you'd tell him.

You let go of him, your eyes wide, matching his in shock. "I...I need to go."

Vil watched as you left, the sounds of your footsteps becoming fainter. He felt you physically and mentally withdrawing from him. He now knew what feeling helpless was like. He knew what it felt like to not be loved in the same way. His fist was clenched and he murmured pardons as he moved to the balcony, staring at the moon as if it would give him answers.

Instead, he was faced with a fact: the only person he had ever loved had never loved him and it would remain that way. He could never be loved.

♡ ━ 𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

A knight, descendant of a noble family and serving as the most prestigious graduated scholar of the royal academy, you were a force to be reckoned with. You had been the master strategist from a young age and the people fully looked up to you. Even when you were little, you were taught how to do several difficult subjects. But you didn't want to be a scholar. You had been taught by the general (who was your babysitter at the time) how to spar. He would constantly have you spar with him.

Little Azul could remember these moments with clarity. At the sound of murmurs of another sparring session, his little chubby legs would lead him straight to you to watch what was going to happen. He would cry out when you were tossed to the floor like a ragdoll but you sprang up, a new determination on your face. He recalled how he would carry a first aid kit around with him constantly, pressing bandaids to your knees when you scraped them.

There was one time where you were the one that took care of him instead. He had fallen off of your horse and he was holding back tears. You carefully wiped his injury and placed a bandaid over it. Then you pressed a kiss to his knee. "My mom says that can help speed up the healing process!"

Azul knew that was a lie, but he didn't say anything. He was too flustered.

The years passed by and he became smarter, more knowledgeable in several fields. You became stronger and more graceful in your fights. During the annual tournaments amongst the knights, you had risen to the top quickly. His eyes were focused on you as you skillfully wielded your sword against your opponents. At the end of your final battle, every year without fail, you would look at him and wink, a secret message between the two of you. As you grew older though, he came to anticipate it and each time, he would feel his face get red.

It was worse when his own bodyguards noticed. He was working on the exports of wheat when Floyd Leech came in, a smug smile on his face as he put down an invitation. "Boss, you've got an invitation! Well, this is a first draft but the palace is going to have a masquerade ball!"

Azul raised an eyebrow at him. "I don't have time for such ordeals, I have too much work to do." In truth, he hated those events because it meant mingling with other royals who were stuffy and stuck up. They all talked about the same things or drama going on amongst them. Granted, when he met up with you, he always heard gossip from you but it was different. It was you.

Jade Leech came up right next to his twin brother. "But, Your Highness, this is the event that everyone is invited to. Including the knights." His voice was subtly suggestive, a smile on his face.

Azul's glasses almost fell off from how flustered he was. His face was red as he looked up at the twins. "What are you insinuating?"

"Oh, nothing, unless you count how down bad horrendous you are for the captain!" Floyd was cackling. "Boss, everyone sees it. She could be walking across the gardens and your eyes are on her like a moth to light. It's so cute, awwww, you're in love!"

"H-How dare you imply such a ridiculous notion?" He stood up suddenly, his papers all flying to the floor in a scrambled mess.

Jade snickered. "It's not ridiculous, Your Highness. You have known each other since you were little. But, oh dear, there have been talks going around of other knights wanting to ask her to the ball. Dear me, what would happen if you didn't ask her beforehand?"

"Ooh, maybe I'll ask her! I can show her my fresh moves!" Floyd chimed in.

Azul sighed, his fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Your job now is to ensure no one asks her before me. It's been a while since I've seen her. Hopefully, she will say yes."

But it seemed like each time he saw you, his nerves got to him. Had you always been this beautiful? He knew the answer to that already. Just the sight of you rough-housing with the other knights made his heart flutter, knowing full well that you were the one protecting him and never vice versa. You were the one with a strong will. It was his turn. He took a deep breath and went up to you. "Y/N, may I speak with you? In private?"

The other knights nudged you and you shoved them before following Azul. "What's up?"

His face was a vibrant red. "W-Will you go to the ball with me? It's okay if you don't want to, but I trust you and there's no one else I'd want to go with and--" This was a common thing that you learned about Azul through your years of friendship: when he was nervous, he would keep rambling unless stopped.

"Of course!" You were smiling. "I'd love to. What color are you wearing?"

"Um...purple."

"Okay, I'll wear that. I'll see you then!"

Even the day of, he was still surprised that he managed to ask you and much less have you at his side. You looked simply divine. In his mind, he was only thinking of how neither the moon nor the stars could hold a candle to your beauty. He wasn't aware that he had said all of that out loud and your face was burning. He, on the other hand, was more embarrassed than anything until you told him that it was cute. He was thankful that the mask over his eyes partly covered how his eyes shifted everywhere but at you.

One of the things that Azul had not learned was ballroom dancing. He never thought that he'd need it. He was sitting at the table, watching as Floyd danced with you. Jade sat next to him, an amused expression on his face. "Your Highness, if you keep avoiding the dances, someone might steal her away. Floyd is very close to doing that."

"Jade, I can't dance. What was I thinking?!" Azul buried his face in his hands. "If I can't dance, how am I supposed to spend my time with them?"

"Just go for it. Maybe your confidence will take over. Besides, she's your best friend. She will not judge you."

Azul took a deep breath, standing up and going over to you. A slow song had come on and you were laughing at a joke Floyd had made. Azul asked, "Floyd, may I steal her from you?" It wasn't a question and Floyd knew it. He was grinning as he skipped away, allowing you to fall into Azul's arms. He cleared his throat. "My lady, may I have this dance?"

You bowed slightly. "It would be my pleasure."

His hand was on your hip and the other clasping yours gently. It should have been an incredibly romantic moment if it wasn't for the fact that he was constantly stepping on your feet and looking anywhere but at you. You raised an eyebrow at him. "Didn't you say you would have this dance? So then why am I leading?"

"Human legs are stupid and built stupid."

"Okay, why can Floyd do it?"

"Because he is abnormal."

You laughed before twirling him. "You act like a prince who is untouchable, but let's be honest, when it comes to things like this, you cannot handle it, can you? So then, why did you ask me to this dance if you can't dance?"

He took a deep breath. It was now or never. "Do you remember the times we used to dance together when we were little? Well, I thought that...now that we're older, we could have a more romantic version of that, one where I was able to twirl you around and have you fall in love with me. Maybe I could be cool and dip you, take your breath away. But it seems that you are the one that has easily taken my breath away. If you do not feel the same way--"

You kissed the corner of his lips, effectively causing his brain to malfunction as he turned to you. "For someone as smart as you, you are so stupid sometimes, Azul. I said yes because I like you too."

"So...if you return my feelings, we can come to an equal agreement."

You rolled your eyes and dipped him instead. "Stop being so logical for once, Your Highness. Enjoy the moment instead."

And he did. He knew that he was stumbling several times, but he did not care. He heard your light laughter each time and it made his heart swell. As he twirled you under his hand, he found himself falling further for you. Perhaps you were his protector, but you were the one to easily tear down his walls and make him feel vulnerable. But he trusted you. His heart was in your hands and as he tugged you in for a gentle kiss, he told himself that he would never hesitate when it came to you. As long as it meant that he could have you in his arms, he would do absolutely anything for you. He would sacrifice it all if it meant that you stayed at his side.

Perhaps you were not a princess or even a royal. You were only a knight but at the sight of you leaning against the balcony under the night sky, he could not help but think that you were more beautiful than every queen and princess in history. And now you were all his.

BONUS:

Floyd collapsed next to Jade, groaning. "Damn it, Jade, why did you give him that speech?! If you gave me five more minutes--"

"You lost the bet fair and square, my dear brother."

"I didn't think Shrimpy had it in her!"

"She's a knight and the master strategist. He is a flustered, rambling mess of a prince who turns red at the thought of her. Did you seriously think that he would be the suave one and dip her? Or even kiss her?"

Floyd grumbled as he handed the money over. "Look at them now. He's staring at her with this stupid look on his face, ew."

"That's called love, Floyd. Someday you'll find it, as long as you can tie your shoes properly."

♡ ━ 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒

Riddle's childhood memories served of only you. He eradicated all other negative thoughts of his childhood, only thinking about you. As the Crown Prince, he was trained to be the cream of the crop, only the best to impress his mother, the Queen. There was no other way to describe his past than torture. However, you served as a beacon of light and hope for him.

He could recall how often you would sneak him out. You were the Crown Princess but discarded that title in your mannerisms. He had heard from his mother that you were nothing but an "insolent buffoon who had nothing better to do than make everyone's lives miserable". At first, he believed that you were a demon, horns, tails, and all. But once he met you, the image fell apart.

You introduced him to multiple new activities that he had never tried. Outside of books, ink, and the endless pursuit of mind-numbing knowledge, he had no hobbies and much less, any friends. He was a quiet child, yet he went along with your schemes without thinking twice. Without you, he never would have discovered the magical world of sweets. His cheeks turned pink at the sugary delight, taking in all the flavors that he never got to savor before. He notably loved the strawberry tart that the baker would make for you and you would share with Riddle.

You were a reckless child, one that wasn't afraid to be roughed up. He was your complete opposite. He worried for you more often than not. After you had taken a particularly nasty fall, little Riddle started carrying around a tiny first aid kit with him. He was always prepared when you got hurt, carefully wiping away the dirt and putting on a cute pink bandaid on it.

It came as no surprise to either of you that Riddle got caught sneaking out to play with you. He was forbidden from seeing you, his mother, the queen, looking down at you in disgust. You merely frowned at her and looked at Riddle, whose head was hung in disappointment at losing his only friend. That didn't stop you. One night, you had snuck out of your own palace, your guards right behind you. You found a footing on the side of his palace, knocking at the window. When he opened his window, there was no end of shock on his face. He could not believe that you snuck in just to see him. And so, that is how you two would continue playing together, behind closed doors and hushed voices.

For years, this continued. You had found a way to interact with him, albeit having more royal duties placed on both of you. The royal birds were trained to send letters and as you grew, so did the amount of letters sent. His handwriting brought you a source of happiness that you could not retain from anything else. He constantly looked forward to your letters, the curve of every letter reminding him of your smile.

He didn't know when he started falling. Had your laugh always been this bright? Had your smile always been this kind? Had your eyes always sparkled? Most of all, why did his heart beat faster and louder in his ears? He couldn't understand and although he told you everything, this was the one thing he refused to tell you about. He did not want to know if you did not like him back, else he'd risk ruining your friendship.

But to his joy, you were the one that expressed your feelings first. You were afraid, yet he was ecstatic, accepting your feelings. From that moment on, you were almost inseparable. His thoughts would wander towards you. It did not matter what his mother had him do, his mind gave into the lovesick notions of the date you'd go on later that day. His music classes saw an increase of improvement and even his mother was astonished. He was not surprised, knowing full well that he saw your soft smile every time he played the piano.

On a night when he had snuck out to meet you under a blue moon with the sky full of stars, he realized that he was completely in love with you. He knew of many subjects, an expert in many of them. But it was at your touch that he turned into a flustered mess, not knowing what to do next. It was that very night too that you had shared your first kiss. He was taken aback, and the next thing he knew, his eyes were closed, holding you closer. The night was cold, yet he had never felt warmer that in your arms. Afterwards, he had been nervous, thinking that he was too eager at the moment. You had laughed and pressed a kiss to his head. "You keep overthinking, my pretty boy. It was nice."

"Are you sure? Or are you saying that to make me feel better? I just--I don't want to--" His face was cherry red, ready to go into a ramble out of fear that he was doing something wrong in the relationship, that he wasn't what you wanted. You merely kissed him once more and his mind slowed down to the point where he couldn't think of anyone else, only you. From that moment on, Riddle knew that you were the only one who could make his heart weak and make him ignore all the rules, if it meant having one more second with you.

The life of ecstasy came crashing down around him when a month later, his mother had revealed that he was going to be in an arranged marriage. Riddle's heart sank, knowing that his mother put him with someone he didn't love and wouldn't love like he loved you. "Who is it, Mother?"

"You shall see. The wedding will be in a week."

"A week?!"

"Do not worry, son, for this will help our queendom." His mother gently patted his cheek as she walked away. "My son will be married, this is the happiest day of my life!"

Riddle felt anything but happy. He had run out, switching the tables and snuck into your room to see you. His eyes were full of tears and you rushed to see him. You didn't even ask any questions, you were only worried about him crying. He buried his face in your shoulder, crying harder as he realized that he would not be able to feel your warmth anymore. Whoever he'd be married to, he didn't want them. He only wanted you. "I'm in an arranged marriage. I-I don't know who it is, I don't want to get married to a stranger!"

You had to swallow your own sobs. You were in his same situation, sold off to a stranger who you would never love. "Shh, Riddle...breathe...it'll be okay..."

"Run away with me." His voice was hushed. "Please. We can run away somewhere else, together."

"Riddle...I can't. I'm next in line for the throne. If I leave now, a tyrant will take over." You moved back and cupped his face, wiping away his tears with your thumbs. "I have a plan. You just have to go through with it, okay? Do you trust me?"

His eyes may have been full of sadness but there was a clear glint that stated how much he trusted you. He nodded. "I trust you. More than anyone."

With a kiss to his forehead, you told him the plan. A week later, both of you were suffering, on different sides of the venue. You still didn't know who you were getting married to and you were angry that you couldn't at least be at Riddle's wedding. Somehow your own wedding landed on his. But you had sent a warning to your future husband, stating that you would make his life a living hell the second the ring was on your finger.

Riddle was standing at the altar, his head facing his shoes. He knew you wouldn't be able to make it and he wouldn't be able to go to your wedding. How unfortunate that you would both be separated--he heard the song chosen for his future wife to walk down the aisle. When he looked up, he saw the most beautiful white dress he had ever seen in his life. But above all, even he couldn't hide how stunned he was at seeing you in the dress.

You were looking at Riddle like he was a mirage. No matter how many times you practiced your walk, you could not stop yourself from practically almost flying down the aisle. You needed answers. You were at the altar with him, both of you having matching surprised expressions. The minister put a cloth over the both of you so you would be able to share your vows in secret. Instead, Riddle asked, "You're my bride?"

"I-I guess? What is going on?"

Riddle closed his eyes, trying to stifle a giggle. "You're the only eligible princess of the most powerful empires. Since you were available..."

"Oh, that makes so much sense. Hmm, I know this might be too fast but we might as well go along with it, don't you think?" Your smile was bright and he could feel a glow inside of him.

The cloth was taken off of both of you and the minister continued, asking you if you took him as your husband. You did not hesitate in responding yes. Then he turned to Riddle. "Do you take Y/N L/N to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage?"

Riddle turned to you, his hands holding yours tightly. "I do."

"Then I now pronounce you to be husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride--"

But you hadn't hesitated. The minister didn't finish his words before you literally dipped Riddle and kissed him. The crowd was cheering, roaring in joy. None of them could compare to the happiness that the two of you had felt. Even in the carriage, you two felt as though you were on top of the world. His head was on your shoulder and he could not stop smiling. "We are now married. I didn't think I'd get married this early."

"I think they really pushed it on us. Maybe...in the future when we decide on our own, we can do it all over again. We can get married again."

He looked up at you with an adoration that was unmatched. "Of course." The bouquet of roses in your hands caught his eye. "Are those the roses I gave you twelve years ago?"

"Mhm, I put a preservation spell on them. A rose for each year we've known each other."

He couldn't begin to say how happy he was. All he could do was hold your hand, squeezing it and hoping his declaration of love would get to you, albeit silently.

[flowersofstarlight]

Block By Block: The Amulet ⚔️🛡️

For @blockbyblockseries

(MCSM Remake by WazzyWorks)

This fan-made project is made by Wazzy who rewrites and was able to construct a new story for this game in the form of an animated series and has a lot of help with voice actors, animators, artists, builders, writers, etc. for MCSM fans and newcomers to experience a new story of the Heroes’ journey. This is a remake of MCSM that will be fully-animated and a completely different story from the game.

“Block By Block: The Amulet” is a reimagining of the MCSM game developed by Telltale Games. They also add a lot of newer things that Mojang update for Minecraft like new creatures, blocks, biomes, etc. The axolotes, the Phantoms, the Warden, the amethyst, and Lush Caves did not appear in MCSM since it came out on October 13, 2015.

So as I said before, the remake is going to be completely different from the original game along with the plot, the characters, the locations, and everything. Go subscribe to his channel and watch the trailer if you’re interested to watch it when it releases. Follow @blockbyblockseries to not miss new updates and announcements to see more.

I also wanted to mention that Wazzy and his team are NOT affiliated, nor working with TellTale games or Mojang to bring MCSM games back and make Season 3. Like I said, this is a fan-made project. They had to change the title, the characters’ outfits, add new mobs, biomes, other new things from Minecraft updates, and rewrite the story completely different from the game to avoid copyrights.

The reason why they will not use “Minecraft Story Mode” as the title is because MCSM is owned by Mojang (even though they probably don’t care about it and are not planning to revive it in the future). And it could potentially get them sued, deleted, or anything bad like that might happen to his channel, which I hope that doesn’t! Wazzy and his team work really hard and put a lot of love into creating something amazing for a fan-made MCSM project. I would be really upset if something bad ever happens to their project.

Wazzy, if you’re reading this, I want to let you know that you are awesome and talented! Your team (like the voice actors, animators, artists, and builders) also did an amazing job for this project too! You really brought my childhood back and reminded me of why I love MCSM so much, which I’m really happy about.

It brings me joy to revisit my childhood and see the familiar characters that we know and love. It’s also nice that MCSM is still remembered and fans really love this fan-made project, and are also excited as I am to watch the remake. And your animation skills have improved well and it looks incredible. Outstanding too,

Despite so many flaws MCSM games have, it still holds dear to my heart. The official trailer you released is incredible and made me speechless! The animation, the backgrounds, the lighting, and everything in the trailer looks so COOL! This is a lot more epic than I imagined, and also breathtaking. Knowing how determined and passionate you were with your project, you did a fantastic job to make something awesome!

Anyway, I’m so excited to watch Block By Block: The Amulet when it releases. I hope you and the team will still be able to continue the MCSM remake. It might not be perfect, but I know it will be great and worth the wait. Keep being awesome and have a wonderful day. And I hope you like the fanart I drew. 😊💖✨🌼🌸

[shewhowas39]

pairing: Astarion x f!durge (June)/OC fic summary: in which Astarion's nice, simple plan crumbles when he falls for a neutral good, cinnaomon roll of a divination wizard who may or may not be a Bhaalspawn.

chapter title: Fall For Me chapter summary: in which June has a nightmare, they meet a monster hunter, and Astarion has maybe possibly been in a tiny bit of denial. content warnings: street harassment, murder, fantasy racism

A/N: this one took me a little longer than usual because i was working on my smutfic, Nonsense. but here it is! this one is a ride, so strap in.

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Preview

He’s done it.

He has her.

Astarion’s plan has worked, almost more spectacularly than he could have hoped. June has promised to help him. She cried for him. He has the mad mage wrapped around his finger. And honestly? He’s mostly had fun doing it. Being around her isn’t the chore he would have expected it to be when they first met. She’s clever, she entertains his hypotheticals, she tastes like the heavens, and she’s extremely attractive. He could not have picked a better mark for his plan.

Except for one tiny but crucial detail: he does actually, maybe, possibly, sort of like her a little.

And that’s a problem, because things Astarion likes - things he wants, things he cares about - are always ruined for him. They’re taken away or destroyed or twisted and corrupted until they are unrecognizable.

If he likes her, she has the power to hurt him. Or, worse, Cazador has the power to rip her away.

Still, he needs June. He needs her loyalty, her allegiance, and her trust. He has to keep her interested, keep her close, but not get any closer himself. He can’t get attached to her. For both of their sakes.

Astarion muses over all of this as he lays beneath one of his new quilts in his tent, staring at the underside of the canvas, shortly after waking from a pleasantly dreamless sleep. It’s still quite early. The birds are only just beginning to sing their morning songs outside, and he can hear Gale - who was meant to be on last watch - snoring by the fire. Luckily, he suspects that their new uninvited skeletal companion - who apparently goes by Withers - doesn’t sleep. The question is, would he alert everyone if something were to attack camp, or merely stand by and shrug it off as fate?

Astarion must admit that the latter option is rather hilarious. 

He sits up and begins to reach for his clothing. After some brief deliberation, he decides to wear the new shirt he’s been sewing by hand over the last several days. It’s nothing special, just a simple man’s shirt with a deep V neckline. The fabric, which he had purchased in the druids’ grove, is fairly basic as well, though it’s dyed a beautiful shade of dark amethyst. It’s the first item of clothing he’s ever made from scratch. Until now, his sewing had been limited to repairing his old clothing in a desperate attempt to hang on to something - anything - from his life before Cazador.

He pulls on the shirt, tucking it into his trousers before rolling up the sleeves to expose his forearms. It’s not perfect - he can already see a few places where the stitching is a little uneven - but it’s certainly not bad for a first endeavor. He wishes he could look in a mirror, to see how it flatters his form, but unfortunately, that isn’t an option.

Instead, he decides that he can use June as his mirror. If her eyes go all big and soft and her cheeks turn pink then he’ll know he’s done a good job on this particular garment. And it will serve his purposes of keeping her on the line, holding her attention. Odds are good that it might even lead to them rolling around in her bedroll. He can certainly think of worse ways to start the day.

Astarion runs his fingers through his curls before fluffing them up. This should be easy. He’s a master of manipulation. A cold-hearted rake. A seducer who has led hundreds of people to their deaths without batting an eye. Without feeling a damn thing. The only difference here is that June probably won’t die. He’ll break her heart eventually, of course, but it could be worse. It was worse for all the others.

If she hasn’t fallen for him yet, she’s certainly close. He just needs to keep up the act, keep her interested, and he cannot, under any circumstances, fall for her.

But the image of her last night flashes back into his mind. Her dark blue eyes wide and glistening as a single tear slipped down her pale, moonlit cheek. Her soft fingers gently brushing over the back of his hand. And he hears a cold, mocking voice - Cazador’s voice - taunting him from beyond time and space.

“It’s too late, boy. The line between what’s an act is real has already blurred. You’re a fool. Softer and weaker than you thought. And that’s going to ruin you both.”

“No!” he snaps, and then winces when he realizes he’s said it out loud, the word cracking like a whip in the silence of his tent.

[judydbones]

“The tournament will be a breeze.” Shang Tsung smirked, as his hands worked intently and quickly on his latest knitting projects. His eyes still intently locked in with Tanya's, not even looking down for a moment.

Tanya sat back in the crimson carriage seat, the leather squeaking so ever slightly. She still carried a look of doubt on her as she held the Spectral Amethyst in the palm of her gloved hand. The Sorcerer's smirk disappeared as he noticed Tanya's silent response. His restless hands finally stopped moving.

“Tanya,-” Shang made his sickly soothing and sweet but his face was cold as stone “-,are you seriously doubting me now?”

“Of course not, M'lord.” She responded after an awkward moment of silence. “I'm just thinking about how your plan could easily be derailed, that's all.”

“Now what makes you say that?” Shang leaned in closer, his dark beady piercing through Tanya and straight at her soul.

“Well, I highly doubt that the Thunder God will throw us babes from the nursery at us to fight, especially with what he thinks is at stake.” Tanya's expression remained unchanged, her tone was blunt.

Shang Tsung glared at her through the illusion, before responding with laughter.

“Oh Tanya! Please be serious! You really think those pathetic worms will actually stand a chance against us?”

“Well what about Kung-”

Shang Tsung immediately cut Tanya off, uncharacteristically raising his voice. “DON'T YOU DARE FINISH THAT NAME!”

The sorcerer raised up his fist in a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking. Tanya's heart almost leaped out from her chest, Shang Tsung had never yelled at her like since… her last failure.

“That monk was a VERY, VERY rare exception when it comes to those puny Earthrealmers. But I also want to remind you what happened to “Great” Kung Lao when fought Prince Goro.”

Tanya sighed. “Yes, Lord Shang, I do remember.”

“Wonderful! And please, next time think before you ask riding questions like that. Besides, there is no need to worry, because I have a backup plan that will work flawlessly if needed. I will tell you more about its progress when you come to my Palace next week, but for now, just keep serving Shao Kahn and keep an eye on Princess Mileena.”

“Of course, M'lord, was there anything else?”

“No, goodbye.”

Before Tanya could say her farewells, Shang Tsung ended the transmission, the amethyst turning back to its blackish-green color. She tossed it on the ground, nearly breaking it.

“Cunt.” Tanya uttered under her breath. She reached for the carriage's cupboard, opening one of its doors. She grabbed a bottle of pearlberry wine and a glass. With her golden claw rings, she popped it open and began pouring her cup to near brim, setting down the bottle on the small surface in front of her.

She took a long sip, relishing the smooth and light taste. Shao Kahn and his little lap dog had been cracking down on bootlegging within Outworld, meanwhile letting that flying leech and her followers wreak havoc with little to no pushback. If Tanya knew for a moment that Shao Kahn would ban alcohol, she probably would have reconsidered joining up with him. But then again,it was clear that Edenia would eventually fall to him. It was better to be an ally to him than to become a slave, or rot in a prison cell if she had stayed in Edenia.

On the bright side, her position in Outworld was yards better than the one she had back in Edenia. Though it was the same title, Advisor, her words held more sway with Shao Kahn than they ever did with King Jerrod. Tanya was lucky that the position of Advisor was hereditary because if Jerrod had his way, he would've replaced her with one of his many yes-men. The only voice or opinion that mattered to the King was his own. Tanya smiled, sipping her wine, as her thoughts shifted to the day she murdered that fool. Honestly, when thinking back about it, she wished be slower when killing him. Slowly cutting through his muscles and bones. But she was younger then, too kind, too quick, too sloppy. There were a lot of things that Tanya wished she had done differently, she was glad to be the one that gave idiotic excuse for a king what he deserved.

The carriage continued on route, they had finally made it out of the countryside and into the Market District. Even through glass and thick black velvet curtains, the smell of the salty sea air and fish managed to slip in. Tanya pulled back the curtains, the blazing sun momentarily blinding her, and peered out into the streets. Merchants haggled their prices with customers, the vibrant colors of fabrics, spices and other various items blended together into an oversaturated colored sea. Children played games with one another as their parents were off to who knows where. And of course, Tanya couldn't miss to hear the incessant chattering of everything. Hundreds of voices, thousands of discussions, millions of noises all just layered on top of one another. Tanya chugged down the rest of her wine, hoping that it would muffle out the sounds, but even then, that wasn't enough.

She closed the curtain and sighed heavily to herself. Of course Mileena had to go make things difficult for everyone else. Why could she be content for once? Tanya, or anyone else, couldn't understand Mileena's choices, all besides for Kitana that is. Princeas Mileena had access to a harem of the most beautiful men and women of Outworld, yet she chose a disgusting Shokan for a lover, and not even one from the Draco lineage! Alas, that one thing that Tanya must unfortunately bite her tongue on.

The carriage makes a sudden stop, violently jerking Tanya forward, the wine from her glass spilling out onto the rug. The bottle on the table begins to shake and almost falls over, but Tanya quickly grabs it with her free hand. She huffs, cursing under her breath, as she pounds down her now empty glass onto the table next to the bottle. Tanya basically threw open the carriage's door and stepped outside. She stomped towards the Koachman, her heels crushing the small pebbles that laid on the path.

“What in Argus's name is wrong with you?!” Tanya yanked Naknadan off from the driver seat with one of his left arms. He tried to get on his knees, but Tanya painfully placed her sharp golden heel on the back of his knee, knocking him back on to the ground.

“I'm sorry!-” Without missing a beat, Tanya grabbed the Koachman by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up, mere inches away from her face.

“I spilled my pearlberry onto the rug because you're incompetent!” She yelled as began to brutally smack the Koachman's head repeatedly. Few paid attention to the beating as their eyes fixated ahead of them

“Please! I had to stop Mistress! There's a blockade ahead!”

Tanya stopped hitting the poor Naknadan, but her grip on his collar remained tight, and looked around. She saw Outworld commoners whisper to one another as they watched what seemed to soldiers raid an entire street. But they weren't Outworld soldiers. Their armor resembled an insectoid's exoskeleton with layers outlined in the purest silver. The metal of the armor was almost mirage, but with hues of gray, and their onyx helmets carved to resemble onis from the Netherrealm. Seidans, specifically the Guardsmen.

Tanya glared at the sight of them. “Clean the wine up from the rug before I come back after I settle this nonsense with our Seidan “friends”, and I MIGHT show some leniency for you later.”

She tossed him onto the ground, quickly scurrying away. Tanya marched towards the blockade, focusing on one soldier in particular. He lacked a helmet and his back was facing Tanya, he pointed to different places and places, barking orders in a language that Tanya could barely comprehend. He was nearly hidden by the crowd of onlookers but his long, ashy white hair made him stick out like a sore thumb. Tanya pushed through the crowd, but they quickly dispersed as they realized that it was her.

“What is the meaning of this?!” Tanya demanded from the soldier, grabbing his shoulder but barely budging when she tried to force him to face her. He quickly turned around, with a look of shock and irritation.

The hair was mostly down but had bun in the back. His features were chiseled and, to be frank, quite handsome. But he was so awfully pale, his hair only slightly darker than his skin. His armor was more of a muted greenish gray compared to the others, the layers outlined in a pure black metal instead of the sliver. In the middle of his chest plate had a diamond shaped emblem of a striking garnet. There was also a matching garnet around the groin area, holding up a silk burgundy loincloth. His shoulder pieces were also exaggerated, being more jagged and sharper than the other armors. He looked Tanya up and down for a quick second before opening his mouth.

“I'm sorry, Outworlder, but who in your RIGHT mind do you think you are that you can touch me, let alone raise your voice at me like that?”

“What gives you any right to block traffic in a foreign realm? Or obstruct official orders of the Emperor?!”

The Guardsmen laughed in Tanya's face “Please! Is that really how they describe concubines now? Just go back to your carriage and wait with the commoners for once, okay?”

The Guardsman turned back away from Tanya, whose face was slightly cracked and gagged at the gull. She pushed her long brown hair away from her face before composing herself.

“Actually, no, it's how they describe the Emperor and Grand Sorcerer's Advisor, Seidan.” Tanya said, venom in her tone.

He stayed still and quiet for a moment, but slowly turned to look back at Tanya, a smile forming on his face.

“So we finally meet, Lady Tanya.” He bowed perfunctory, quickly standing back up straight. “Pardon my manners! I didn't realize it was you.”

“Have we met before?” Tanya asked, her eyebrow raised and hand on her hip.

“No, unfortunately, we haven't met” He signed sarcastically. “But it isn't my lack of trying, that is.”

“Wha- what do you mean?”

“M'lady! For the past 4 or so months I've been trying to get a hold of you! Does the name Hotaru ring a bell?” He asked, his smile turning into a sly smirk

“Not in the least.” Tanya answered bluntly. “And I'm very certain that you don't any right to be here, holding up traffic, which I-”

Hotaru interrupted her, maintaining his “kindly” tone of voice. “Oh, but I don't need yours, or even your Emperor's, permission to be here. See around last week or so, when I still couldn't get a hold of you about the dangerous fugitive that has been hiding in your realm for months now, I decided to look up your laws and customs regarding these types of things. You do know your own Realm's laws correct?

Before Tanya could answer, Hotaru continued.

“Anyways, it seems like you have no laws saying that a foreign power needs permission to retrieve their OWN fugitive if they choose to flee here. So, it wasn't that hard to get the other Senatrixes’ permission to take my men out here and find that horrible murderer!” Hotaru gently placed his hand on Tanya's shoulder, still having that smile on his face. “ I don't hold it against you for not remembering your own laws or not even responding to my multiple letters, your probably so stressed with those foolish Rebels making everything so difficult to run smoothly. I couldn't even imagine Seido having revolutionaries pop up left and right-”

Tanya pulled away from Hotaru. “- ENOUGH! Just because you are in Outworld, and away from The Senatrixes’ eyes, does mean you are free from the consequences of disrespecting a Higher Rank.”

Hotaru’s smile quickly faded as she brought that up. His pale eyes glared at her.

“Hmph, I guess that you're not that ignorant.”

Tanya snorted, giving him her own sly smile. “I'm not dumb, and not in the mood to entertain this further. So if you-”

One of the buildings behind Hotaru exploded seemingly out of nowhere mid sentence. The blast sent debris flying in all directions, causing panic and chaos among the crowd. Tanya instinctively ducked, shielding her head from the onslaught of rubble. Meanwhile Hotaru and his remaining men went running towards the fire. They surrounded the front in a half circle formation, some coughing from dust. Tanya got up from her defensive state, standing up and slowly approaching the men from the behind, people still running in all directions. The dust began to settle, Hotaru ordered his men to be on the defensive. For a moment, the only thing that was heard was the crackling fire and people still screaming.

Coming running out, unscathed, of the flame was a dark-skinned bald man who immediately began attacking the soldiers. The man targeted the closest two soldiers, dashing forward towards them a series of spinning kicks, which knocked down the first soldier. The second soldier tried to slash the man with his katana but the man dodged the swing and immediately laid the soldier down with a single punch. The rest of the Soldiers descended onto Darrius, the man. With a swift, fluid motion, Darrius ducked under a swinging blade, then lifting the soldier off his feet and hurling him into his fellow comrade, knocking both of them down. In the same beat, Darrius spun around with a powerful uppercut to the soldier's jaw, knocking the mask off and sending the Soldier crashing into the ground.

Hotaru ambushed Darrius as stood around his defeated men, sliding forward with a straight punch to the back of the head, leaving a streak of magma that trailed from his feet. Darrius tripped forward, but quickly turned around. He tried to release a fury of punches onto Hotaru’s chest, but each blow was blocked. Hotaru tried to throw a lava ball onto the ground to send Darrius falling back but was too slow, allowing Darrius to punch him in the face, causing Hotaru to stumble back.

“You're getting rusty!” Darrius laughed, maintaining distance while walking around Hotaru. “You must be getting too pampered up in those Towers.”

Hotaru huffed as unsheathed his katana, the blade turning a smoldering red.

“Oh! I'm so scared! Are you gonna stab me with that knife? Ha! Ple-”

Before he could get the rest of the sentence out, A large tonfa blade soared through the air and stabbed Darrius in the side.

"No, I will," Tanya said as she stepped into the fight. The tonfa blade reappeared in her hand, burning away from Darrius's fresh wound and melting his black and orange latex top.

Before more could be spoken, Hotaru ran towards with his blade, now a steaming bright orange, ready to swing. Still grasping his wound, Darrius dodged each of Hotaru’s swings but Tanya quickly lunged herself forward at Darrius, spinning in a corkscrew manner, her flaming feet landing on his side, knocking him many feet backwards near the burning building. He struggled to get up, groaning in pain. Tanya and Hotaru stood side by side, looking at the now defeated fugitive.

“He gave you trouble? Really?” Tanya said, looking over to Hotaru.

He only gave her glare and a scowl, sheathing his cooling sword while he walked over to Darrius.

“You know you should say thank you. I could have heeded your advice and went back to my carriage.” Tanya cheekly chatized as she began to follow Hotaru towards Darrius

Hotaru still didn't respond, still maintaining a pace to keep him ahead of Tanya. Then, a loud, horrible screech could be heard from above. Tanya quickly looked to see feminine shadow with large, weathered bat-like wings coming crashing down towards them. Tanya tried to react with a fireball, but the next thing she knew was that she was sent flying back when Hotaru was thrown into her.

Tanya hit the ground hard, skidding across the pavement. Hotaru laid on top of her, quietly murmuring in pain. She promptly pushed him off her and onto the side, and sat up. Shaking off the dizziness, her eyes immediately went over to the winged figure. It had landed and had lifted Darrius up in her arms. She looked back at Tanya, her face obscured by a dark veil. Tanya tried to throw a fireball at them but they quickly took off, the fireball hitting a piece of the burning building. Tanya watched as the winged figure disappeared into the sky with Darrius in tow.

“What… was that?” Hotaru asked, still laying on the ground and trying to catch his breath. Tanya got back on her feet, her chest still having a stinging sensation and still looking up at the sky.

Through gritted teeth, she replied. “That flying leech, Nitara.”

[aelaer]

“Nobody asked about my writing” meme

Thanks for the tag, @tea-understands :) Thankfully I have a small handful of folks who ask me about such things but I do love these memes.

 1: what are you currently working on? 

The Big Boy Fic! The finale of Earth-197320, which I'm 99% certain I am calling Above the Shadows. And I'll have a fun update on Write Every Day June in a couple days.

2: summarize your current project 

It's the fifth and final fic in a series that I started 4 years ago from an anonymous prompt sent to @amethyst-noir. I really clicked with it and she gave me her blessing to pursue it as a full-fledged fic, and here we are today.

Here's my first stab at a proper summary that I wrote for this questionnaire (tell me what you think y'all??):

2019 starts off in crisis-mode as rifts within the borders of reality begin spiraling out of control, drawing the resources of the Masters of the Mystic Arts thin. Tony now juggles the problems of a suddenly-absent Stephen, keeping his work with the sorcerers a secret, and Pepper's uncertain future. Stephen does what he can to maintain the stability of reality while keeping the promises he made. And somewhere out there, the other Stephen Strange is still hiding, putting his own plans into play.

3: summarize your current project poorly 

An author split up what should have been a single work into five separate stories because she wanted to fulfill Bingo cards in 2019, leading to a series that the readers are probably going to need to reread because there's so much detail in Fic 5 that calls back to stuff that happened in Fics 1-4. Fics 1-3 match the length of Fic 4, and Fic 5 is well over the length of Fics 1-4 combined, making for even poorer fic splitting choices. Whoops.

4: describe your favorite character or characters

I mean. Do I really need to? If you're on my blog you know who my faves are.

I guess quick summary as they are in the series in particular:

Stephen Strange: Has an enormous guilt complex that he's been working through a lot. He got better with the help of new friends. His work has endeared them to him quite a bit.

Wong: Has taken a leadership role, but not the title of Sorcerer Supreme for reasons not yet established to the readers. Carries his own secrets. Excellent poker face, but not emotionless.

Tony Stark: Has been blatantly ignoring the Accords ever since he went against Ross's back to find Steve in Siberia and has been continuing that trend since. Seeing the feds turn their eyes on Peter changed his opinion quite strongly. The Steve Issue is still difficult.

Other Strange: He thinks the Avengers and Masters of the Mystic Arts have failed their duties and that he can protect all of reality by himself. He just needs more power.

5: post a line from your current project without any context 

Closed my eyes and scrolled and went to a random page. This is what came up.

Oh, Jesus Christ. This explained so much about the man.

6: how do you get through writers block?

If it's not something health-related which just makes it physically very hard to work on items, I'll switch projects with my shorter fics. For a long fic like this, I'll put on a sprint and just power through 15 minutes at a time to get the harder bits out.

For health-related stuff (including mental), you sometimes just need to work on that first before you can be in the right space to write.

7: would you want to live in the world of your current work? 

Hell no. Superhero worlds are terrible for normal people.

8: briefly discuss your outlining process, if you outline 

I write an outline with the main beats of what I want in that chapter. Then when I get to the actual chapter, I'll sometimes expand the outline with more detail in that chapter section itself. I often go back to the main outline and add new things as I come up with them, or switch around elements in the story to a new chapter. This is how the planned outline has grown from around 12 normal chapters and 1 interlude chapter to 18 normal chapters and 2 interlude chapters (with potential for more growth seeing as I'm getting into some areas that have original outlining that I no longer am certain I want to use as they were ideas from over 2 years ago and the story's evolved a lot since then).

9: what is the aesthetic of your current project?

So much plot. Rewriting a lot of the end of phase 3 to push my Found Family agenda. Fix it vibes, but I think it's a natural fix it arc from the canon drama that could have happened in canon if the Russos gave a damn. A lot of character exploration into their own separate journeys and growth arcs. Pretty accurate on Marvel tones with action, drama, a bit of snark and humor. An itty bitty dash of canon romance but we all know I'm including it only because it needs to be there due to the plot and character arc reasons and not because I'm all googly-eyed for the genre.

10: what song sums up your current work the best?

Each chapter in the series takes a song lyric from a specific song and I identify that song with the story pretty heavily. For instance, Illuminating the Shadows took "The Light" from Disturbed.

For Above the Shadows, it's "Phoenix" by Fall Out Boy (who I'm seeing live in concert in a couple days, yay).

Tagging those who I know are writing/trying to write: @mckiwi, @sobeautifullyobsessed, @burglarhobbit, @amethyst-noir. No obligation either way. Also if I didn't tag you please feel free to take this (and you can poke me here if you'd like as a reminder that you're still actively writing fic regardless of the fandom and I'll try to remember for these sorts of things).

[gravitywonagain]

“Nobody asked about my writing” meme

thank you for tagging me @amethyst-noir <3 you're wonderful

i'm not sure i did this right; i'm working on too many things at once...... so i picked a few :D

 1: what are you currently working on? 

umm... several things. if we're going to stick to the immediate and not look at my entire wip folder, currently i'm working on finishing wagbfm, an external porny wagbfm oneshot ch, and a fic with the working title "under streetlights" as my main fan projects.

but then also, because i hate myself or something, i have (oh god) two (2) original projects that i'm building. the first shares a universe (or at least a magic system) with a fanfic that i'm not allowed to touch until i finish wagbfm because it will be a similar undertaking in length and world building, and it has the working title "desert mirage". the second doesn't quite have a plot yet, but i've been spending a not insignificant amount of effort developing the magic system for it from scratch (must be masochism), and its working title is "rebel yell".

2: summarize your current project 

which one? okay, i'll do the fics here and the original ones next.

wagbfm (taken directly from ao3): Wei Wuxian died and Yiling Laozu rose in his place. He has avoided the Triad societies he grew up around, maintaining his anonymity and forging a new cultivation path. Now, thirteen years later, Hanguang-jun walks into Demon-Subdue Hall and requests Yiling Laozu's services for GusuLan Triad. Something is stirring in the world. Something that necessitates his return to a life and to people he’s long since mourned as lost to him.

"under streetlights" (significantly less polished): 13 years after the car accident that took Wei Ying's life, Lan Zhan has fled the memories and grief that haunt him in San Francisco, only to find himself making a strangely compelling connection on Grindr in Florida.

3: summarize your current project poorly 

"desert mirage": Girl magically decapitates herself only to find out that it's not even her own head.

"rebel yell": In the world of genetic magic users, the one-armed whistler with perfect pitch is king.

4: describe your favorite character or characters

i think almost every character from mdzs could fill this list. plus several from my many other fandoms (looking at you, asami sato). but this seems aimed at ocs or other characters i haven't already spent time dissecting on this blog so...

meet calliope burns: she has two love interests, one arm, and zero fucks left. her default mode is research spiral. her glasses are always dirty. and she once threw her cheap-as-they-come prosthetic arm across a room because her roommate would not stop punning at her.

(also, worry not, i don't do love triangles unless the triangle gets closed... with polyamory, in case that wasn't clear.)

5: post a line from your current project without any context 

“You’re dead,” says Lan Zhan, and Wei Ying feels glass splintering around his temple.

6: how do you get through writers block?

patience? or, more accurately, distraction. i have no cure for it. i mostly just wait it out by doing other things. sometimes that becomes very difficult and aggravating, but i have not yet found another solution. sometimes making playlists helps?

7: would you want to live in the world of your current work? 

hell no. i do not write fun places to live; i write interesting places to live. and as we have all discovered by now, interesting is exhausting.

8: briefly discuss your outlining process, if you outline 

um... sporadic? it tends to start as a vague idea in a note on my phone. then when i've added enough to that note, it gets a onenote. on the onenote i collect a lot of larger character and world building things, in addition to figuring out the plot. the plot gets a bullet list with an associated timeline. then when the prose starts, it gets a google doc. from there the prose and the bullet list inform each other back and forth until i get something coherent out of them both. which is to say, mostly it's pretty freeform.

9: what is the aesthetic of your current project?

wagbfm: a darker chinese version of Romeo + Juliet (1996, dir. Baz Luhrmann)

"under streetlights": cigarette smoke and that fever dream feeling that accompanies yellowed, peeling motel wallpaper, but in, like, pretty sunset colors

"desert mirage": american southwest cow skull art

"rebel yell": 1980's punk scene meets 1950's technology meets 1910’s human rights violations and eugenics… plus magic!

10: what song sums up your current work the best?

wagbfm: the title is based on a lyric from "Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes, but i think the song that gets at the heart of it might actually be "Freak" by Sub Urban

"under streetlights": the fic is inspired by "3 Nights" by Dominic Fike, but the song that it most resembles is actually "Hurting on Purpose" by Whethan

"desert mirage": "Black Magic" by Magic Wands but also "Corazón Espinado (feat. Maná)" by Santana... it's complicated

"rebel yell": "It's a good day (to fight the system)" by Shungudzo though the working title is obviously taken from "Rebel Yell" by Billy Idol

Tagging: @dovebeast, @epistemologys, @jasontoddiefor, @eldritchjackalope, @iamwestiec if you feel like it, and really anyone who wants to play!

[descaladumidera]

“Nobody Asked About My Writing” Meme

I got tagged by the wonderful @amethyst-noir, so you all get unnecessary infos about my current WIPs thrown in your face. And as I am, currently, able to write and share my fics, I shall even do this meme.

Answers below the cut, 'cause this got long.

 1. what are you currently working on?

I have three WIPs right now that I'm actively working on. Which. Is insane. 'Cause usually I have one and then I might throw a one-shot in-between writing chapters. But. Yeah. So, today I've finished the next chapter of like lead in my heart and I'm about to edit it. I've also started the sequel to give it 'til i beg (give me some more), so … I'll hopefully finish that at one point, so my Fratt peers get more juicy dom/sub action. And then I have started to actually write a little something that I've only thrown into a Discord before in the form of a quick idea. It's titled Five Times Frank Fucks Matt From Behind and One Time He Wants to See Matt's Face. Yes. That short. So. Yeah. I'm currently writing the first chapter, but have outlines for all the chapters.

2. summarize your current project

like lead in my heart: NWH rewrite with a twist. Local horned vigilante takes on a more prominent role in Peter's life during the events of NWH and after. give it 'til i beg (give me some more) sequel: Matt tries to avoid Frank after what happened in the first part. He is not very good at that. Five Times: Exactly what it says on the tin. Frank fucks Matt five times from behind and the last time he wants to see his face.

3. summarize your current project poorly

like lead in my heart: Local horned vigilante gets too involved in teenager's life. And then he fucks the teenager's doppelganger. give it 'til i beg (give me some more) sequel: Too embarrassed to function and also too horny to function. Five Times: Too much fucking, not enough talking.

4. describe your favorite character or characters

Matt Murdock: Gets fucked over by life and personal bad choices again and again and again. Needs some hugs and lots of therapy. He also has very interesting alternate versions from other dimensions. Frank Castle: Got fucked over by life royally, meaning his wife and kids died in front of his eyes. Decided the best coping mechanism is killing the scum of the earth. Also needs therapy. I don't recommend hugging him, though.

5. post a line from your current project without any context

like lead in my heart, chapter 8: Peter needed Tony Stark, not Matt Murdock. give it 'til i beg (give me some more) sequel: And then he had jumped out of the window, like the mature adult he was. Five Times: Things like this were never planned.

6. how do you get through writers block?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

7. would you want to live in the world of your current work?

Abso-fucking-lutely not! The Marvel universe gets attacked approximately every 0.2 seconds by something or someone that can kill me and my loved ones with one thought and I would rather eat chalk.

8. briefly discuss your outlining process, if you outline

I do not outline. Outlining means that my brain goes, "Oh! So we're done with this one, onto the next idea!" and I'll never write it. The only "outlines" I do are when I ramble on about an idea in a Discord or to friends and then decide to flesh it out and write it.

9. what is the aesthetic of your current project?

I. I don't know what that means? I mean, like lead in my heart is kinda action and found family and romance and everything all in one, I guess? The other two are basically PWP, more or less. Maybe there is a bit of plot.

10. what song sums up your current work the best?

like lead in my heart

give it 'til i beg (give me some more) sequel

Five Times Frank Fucks Matt From Behind and One Time He Wants to See Matt's Face

Tagging: @atypical-snowman, @jeromesankaraao3, and @kimmycup. And whoever else wants to do this!

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Transformers Movie x TFA X TFP x Steven Universe x Ben 10 Theory: Primus & Unicron’s Little Sibling Atlas Is The Creator Of The Gem Race....

[Note: Do Not Reblog Without Permission.] 

Atlas is from a old crossover comic between Transformers and G.I. Joe...

Atlas is suppose to be the long lost sibling of both Primus and Unicron.

I did do a drawing of a Femme/Goddess version of Atlas, who’s name is gender neutral, the version of her in that fan art I did, is suppose to be from TFA.

I might try to do a different drawing of her sometime...

anyway even if it would just be Fanon Theory, it be interesting if it turned out that before Atlas became part of the Earth, she was part of the Gem’s Homeworld, and she had created the diamonds and even the other Era-1 Gems.

but at some point when Homeworld started to crack open, Atlas decided to go to another part of space, which would be where Earth is.

just like the homeworld’s Gems end up having a small part of her light essence in them, so do the ones that end up being born on Earth.

like Amethyst could refer to Atlas as “Mom” because technically she is the Mother of all the Gems.

and even if in Transformers Prime, it is suppose to be Unicron in the planet...

it could turn out that in a Crossover Timeline, that it isn’t Unicron, but Atlas.

and even if Steven, who she could view as her “Grandchild” didn’t know it, she was also helping him bubble the cluster, to protect not just the Earth but also the cluster.

it be interesting that if in a Transformers Movie/Prime/Animated and Steven Universe Crossover, it has Primus and Unicron fighting and here comes Atlas who puts a stop to it and slaps them both over the head.

 the Allspark could turn out to have come from Atlas, even if it was used by Primus to make his own creations.

Atlas could make a small avatar to walk around the Earth, because she can’t transform in her true form, because it could harm the organic life that lives on her.

also it could turn out that Primus, Unicron and Atlas were created by Azmuth, the same Azmuth who created the Omnitrix.

so that would mean that the Crossover would have Ben 10 in it, which because of that I had to add ben 10 theory into the tags as well as in the title.

 I mean, Azmuth is like REALLY old, so it be no surprise if during his youth he had created not only Primus, but Unicron and then Atlas.

I mean in one of the Ben 10: Alien Force episodes, there is like a Planet that is called “Primus”.....so yeah, in a Crossover that planet is the same one who is Unicron and Atlas’s brother.

 in the Crossover Timeline, when Azmuth has not been to Primus for a very lnog time....at some point it had evolved thanks to Quintessa (like from the Transformers: The Last Knight) who exposes the Planet Primus to a to a Transformium Seed.

and she does the same to the Other Planets that were part of Azmuth’s experiments and gave a A.I. to.

Atlas was the last one to end up being exposed to the Transformium Seed.

the Allspark was from Atlas and when she lost it, it had ended up on her Elder Brother’s World (that would still be him in his planet form.) and it ended up letting Primus create the Cybertronians.

 it could turn out that Primacron, was a assassinate to Azmuth, but during the Unicron Project, Primacron messed with Unicron’s original programing and changed what he was originally attend for.

in a Fanon Crossover Timeline, Primacron didn’t create Unicron, but merely messed with his programing and made him dangerous, because of his actions, Azmuth cut ties with Primaron and told him to never come near him or his creations again.

but even if he did as he was asked, Primacron would later still take credit for making Unicron.

and because Primacron made Unicron a danger to all of the universe, Azmuth had to place Unicron into stasis and hope that nothing woke the planet up.

after leaving Unicron, Quintessa lands on the planet and uses the Transformium Seed, which not only brought Unicron out of his stasis but also made him who he was now.

not all Crossover Theories have to be canon, some can be fanon that can happen in a different time and place in the Fanon Universe.

it could also turn out that after Primacron’s betrayal, Azmuth had created Oracle to act as his new assassinate.

it be interesting if Amethyst made Jetstorm and Jetfire part of her Quartz Family from Earth, like treating them like her little brothers an calling them “bro” and them calling her “sis”, even if they might not be biologically related, they could still view each other like family.

in the Crossover, Sparkplug Witwicky is the brother of Charles & Ronald Witwicky's brother and making him Sam's Uncle.

Charles, Ronald and Sparkplug could turn out to be the older brothers of June Darby, making Jack the cousin of Sam and Spike.

anyway if Atlas ever becomes fully canon, and not just appear in one comic crossover....

then maybe Atlas could be a Femme/Goddess and be like the little sister of Primus and Unicron.

even if in the mainstream of Steven Universe, she isn’t the one who made the Gem Race, but in a Crossover between Transformers, Steven Universe and Ben 10, she is the one who made the Gems.

when the Diamonds conquered and made new gems on other worlds, they also use some of the essence that they had inherited from Atlas to make more Gems on those other worlds.

and it could turn out when Megatron was in Isaac Sumdac’s lab, and he was going through the budding stage, the baby protoform that was Sari, could of been blessed with some of Atlas’s essence and empathic abilities.                

Transformers can have new protoforms, aka sparkling or hatchlings by budding or in other words asexual reproduction, which if the Autobot from TFA new this, they would misuse their own planet’s living metal in such a way.

anyway because this post does mention “Budding” and “Asexual Reproduction”

I not only put the tags for it in the tags, but also that this will be for mature audiences only, and not for kids.

and yeah I still think that Megatron is technically Sari’s Mom, even if he is like her Cybertronian Dad, while Isaac is her Human Dad that she got her human DNA from.....but she got her CNA from Megatron...

I’m still gonna view Megatron being the Mom.

anyway maybe I can talk more about the whole Fanon Crossover theory about Primus and Unicron’s little sister Atlas being the creator of the Gem Race from Steven Universe, another time.

some theories can do with possible canon, and only some turn out to be guessed right by fans, but this is more of a fanon what if type theory.              

[keybored1960]

WEEK 2: CLIENT INTERVIEW

Proposed Title: Tourism Information System for Destination management

Interviewee: Amethyst E. Cortez

Date of Interview: September 1, 2023

Venue: LGU - Naawan Tourism Office

We conducted a brief initial interview with a potential client for our capstone project on September 1, 2023. Our client is from the Tourism Office of the Municipality of Naawan, Misamis Oriental. She is Ms. Amethyst E. Cortez, a tourism officer, and she handles the beautiful tourism in the said municipality. During the interview, we formally introduce ourselves and explain what our intention and purpose are for this initial interview.

Luckily, we were permitted to do the interview, and we started our interview. As time goes by, we continue to have a good conversation and randomly ask many questions that confuses us and picked our interest.

During our interview, she expresses her eagerness to market and promote Naawan as a tourist destination because it would be a waste if the Naawan with 26 waterfalls didn't utilize it. And of course with the help of other LGUs and the Governor, they have indeed promoted the beauty of Naawan well.

She also stated that the tourism in Naawan is mainly focuses on nature, waterfalls specifically. However, these beautiful tourist spots has some problem because sometimes especially if it is too hot, the water in the waterfalls dries up. And the tourist will know that if they go to that destination themselves.

We will get an extensive information about these beautiful tourists destination by arranging a formal interview next week. And we are looking forward to getting to see the beautiful and majestic waterfalls.

Final Topic: Tourism Information System for Destination Management

"May he grant your heart’s desire and fulfill all your plans!" Psalm 20:4

#RequirementsEngineering #Keybored.1960 #InformationTechnology

[daja-the-hypnokitten]

Jukebox reviews part 18! For context, see my post “A Project”   under this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA stories, they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa

You Can’t Deny It

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2/12/2011                                     mc ff

... I've taken a neurochemistry course, which is enough to know that all of this is not how ANY of it works. At all. (There does seem to be some effect of brain *structure,* but also the brain is really good at clearing out things that bond to neurons, and any that weren't cleaned out would cause a reaction and illness of some sort.) AND there's plenty of things keeping inhaled things from getting to the brain, the blood/brain barrier is a huge problem in psychology so even assuming one spritz got enough ... oh I'm overthinking this. It's fine if I set the "but I'm a scientist" aside for more than 5 minutes. Not my favourite by any stripe, for a lot of reasons, but it's *fine.* The control method makes sense, the blend of reasonable explanation with completely unreasonable behaviour is good... just. not quite something I like. 6/10 spirals 

 Dirty Laundry

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2/19/2011                                     mc mf fd

I admit I got distracted by Will's geekery and reading habits. (I had to look up the Bonzai Institute, but I knew the rest! And I've read Devil in the White City) and that distracted me from the actual story >.> I might be a bit of a nerd. This is smoothly done, though, getting him thinking about how easily he gets caught up in a book; it's a step I've taken with folk who aren't sure if they can be hypnotized myself. I'm impressed by Rowan's skill, and hope that Will is happy being one of her pets. 8/10 spirals. 

 The End Is the Beginning Is the End

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2/26/2011                                     mc mf md

"all your strength has turned to helping me to help you surrender to my will" is entirely too good of a phrase! I have to lead with that. And this is such an interesting setup, though the title does kind of give what's coming away a little bit. Watching our narrator weaken and melt as she's given statement after statement that she can't bring herself to refute is *wonderful* and hits a lot of my futile resistance buttons. The public nature of it is a little ... not super to my taste, but beyond that as long as I imagine this as a scene consented to outside of the story, it's wonderful. 9/10 spirals. 

 I’d Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That)

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3/5/2011                                       mc mm

*Excuse me,* Jim, but amethysts are lovely, beautiful stones, not "dull, solid-colored" stones. Hmph, learn some taste. :P Insults to one of my favourite semi-precious stones aside, Jim, may I introduce you to the concept of *bisexuality,* in all its flavors? Please? The homophobia Jim has - whether he's some flavor of queer or not - bothers me, more than a little, for all it's not atypical of the era the story was written. It's *realistic,* but darn it I want it not in my fiction. And the ending leaving the wife that he started the whole process for out of things is a bit ... a *bit*. So I just find myself not liking this story all that much, even though the mind control parts are solid. 5/10 spirals. 

 It’s All Coming Back To Me Now

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3/12/2011                                     mc mf fd ds

This is sweet and lovely and also hot, for all that I tend to be extremely shy in public play spaces so it's always weird to me to see stories that make being less shy feel attractive in any way. I feel like there's another Jukebox story that involves Judi and Shaun, but if there is I can't place it. Maybe it's one that I haven't reviewed yet and am remembering from other times, or maybe it's just that Shaun and Judi remind me of people I know and care so very deeply for. Regardless, the connection these two share would make even the most boring scene enjoyable, and this is far from that. The focus on the sensation of being controlled is one I can relate to more than a lot, and this story speaks to all of that, as well as just being good hypnotic rapport. 10/10 spirals 

 Losing my Religion

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3/19/2011                                     mc ff

This is fun, seeing how condtioning and control starts to break down juxtaposed with part of how it was created? It's *fascinating* in some truly hot ways. And of course, just what their Goddess is, well, and how she binds her priestess to her? I love it. So very much. There's not a lot more I can say without ruining some of the fun, so 9/10 spirals. 

 One of These Nights

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3/26/2011                                     mc mf md ma

This story is a bit of a miss for me. I don't enjoy the (obvious to the reader) underlying theme here, as it's just such an abuse of trust - especially when we have flashes of her trying to figure out what's going on. It's good if you like that sort of obliviously controlled in slightly mean-spirited way, I just don't. 6/10 spirals. 

 Wish You Were Here

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4/2/2011                                       mc ff

This is another one where the ending's more expected than not, but the how we go from where we start to where we end is the fun part anyway. I love how Tiffany tells the story through letters home, and that you can tell *exactly* where things will go if Beverly comes to join Tiffany and Camile on the island. And yet, part of me wonders if Beverly might want to *anyway,* given how it sounds like she doesn't like her job much more than Tiffany did. It sounds like there could be some benefits to her life that way. And Tiffany seems happy with the arrangement, at least, though I sure wouldn't be. But the idea of slow pampering being used to train her to be a lovely pet for Camile? I enjoy seeing that happen. 8/10 spirals. 

 Body Language

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4/9/2011                                       mc mf ff fd ma ds

... These people feel all too real in the least good ways. Seriously, though, Jukebox again is amazing at people, and I am always impressed at how so many stories in, he's still coming up with characters who feel *real.* Not people I'd want to be friends with, but I have absolutely met folk like this at dungeons in the past. The hypnosis is solid, if maybe a little tropey, and my only true quibbles are on ethics. 8/10 spirals. 

 Hit Me With Your Best Shot

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4/16/2011                                     mc mf ff md fd

Heh, this is definitely more magic than psychology, but in a fun way! And there's still solid psychology rooted in what's being done. I enjoy the interplay between the characters, the cuts back and forth, and the tempo of the story; I just wish it ended a little less ... darkly, I guess? It's not the ending I would have wished for. 7/10 spirals.

[philadelphiakitchendesigners]

Bathroom Design Ideas for Kent County

Before starting an expensive and time-consuming bathroom renovation, getting some bathroom design ideas for Kent County is crucial. I have divided up these bathroom ideas into two categories, design trends and design items to include.

Bathroom Design Trends

Below are my top choices for bathroom design ideas.

Vintage Fixtures

This trend includes large fixtures such as the bathtub and smaller fixtures like the sink, bath and shower faucets. This look also encompasses what you put on the walls such as wallpaper and chair rails. The idea is to make your bathroom look like it is a Victorian bathroom, but with all the modern amenities.

Mellow Oasis

This trend includes colors and style. The colors are often in soft tones of blues and greens maybe a gray accent. Even the fixtures will be in silver tones and the tile could be a more natural look and color. The style is usually a more modern aesthetic in terms of uncluttered and clean lines. There is nothing jarring about this bathroom.

Pop that Color

This trend as the title suggests is all about color. This color pop could be in a modern, traditional, or transitional bathroom. However, I would make sure the style is consistent in terms of fixtures and design. You also want to have a consistent background for your color pop. What I have found that works best is to have a neutral background color such as white, cream or gray and then wow with a vibrant color such as a lime green or amethyst. You want a saturated, striking color as your Pop.

Bathroom Design Items to Include

Everyone has some must-have features for their bathroom. The following are my top three bathroom design ideas everyone should include.

Hidden Trash

There is nothing worse than walking into a gorgeous well thought out bathroom design and seeing an overflowing trash can. Just like in a kitchen the trash can be hidden in a vanity or special drawer. If the space is too tight to dedicate a special spot in a cabinet for the trash the next best thing is to hide the trash away from sight upon entering the bathroom: maybe to the side of the vanity.

Do Not Get Wet

When deciding where to put the shower controls make sure you can turn on the shower without getting wet. Sometimes this will mean moving the shower controls to the center of the shower. This is awkward but well worth the effort to avoid being drenched.

Hand Shower

When I design a bathroom, I always encourage the homeowner to include a hand shower. Even if they do not currently have a hand shower and do not miss it, I find if I can convince them to include this fixture, I will usually hear back a few months after the project is finished with thanks for the inclusion. It is amazing how much easier it is to bath yourself, a child or even the dog with a hand shower.

Contact Teknika for Great Bathroom Design Ideas for Kent County Homes

We have lots of bathroom design ideas and tips. If you would like more of my bathroom design ideas for Kent County, please visit www.teknikakitchensandbaths.com or call us at 410-778-2036.

Blog is originally published at: https://www.teknikakitchensandbaths.com/bathroom-design-ideas-for-kent-county/

It is republished with the permission from the author.

[eluminium]

Useless Facts about ImpulseSV: the post

Welcome to “Useless Facts about Impulse”. The title says it all. I am Eluminium, that one fuck who decided to watch every single Impulse hermitcraft season and actually fucking did it, and I have a bunch of completely useless knowledge from it now. AND I SHALL SHARE IT WITH YOU SO YOU TOO MAY ALSO BE ENLIGHTENED! Also cuz i’m bored as shit (Btw i’ll probably keep adding onto this post as I remember or gain more useless knowledge) People who’ve blessed this post with more facts: @bucket-of-amethyst  @tsukinouta  LET THE FACTS BEGIN! First addition of facts: August 7th 2022

-Out of every single base Impulse has constructed on Hermitcraft, 3 and a half of them have featured water as a major design element. These would be the City of Atlantis (S5), iBay (S6), The Pyramid (S7), and the half is his “starter base” temple (S3).  (I count it as a half because he spent a considerable amount of time designing it but it isn’t his main base so to say.) -Impulse has two seasons of Hermitcraft that are the exact same lenght in terms of episodes, these being S3 and S4, both having 57 episodes. -Impulse’s longest season is S6 with 113 episodes, and his shortest is S8 with 35 episodes -Out of every base Impulse has built, only 2 of them do not feature his logo on the inside or outside in it’s final design. These are iBay (S6) and The Pyramid (S7)

-Impulse is shorter then Bdubs IRL. Bdubs claims to be 5′10 while Impulse claims to be 5′8. This makes fanon extremely hilarious

-In S4, the safe rooms Impulse and Tango constructed in the Wither Skeleton farm were called “The Sissy Room”, but only for one episode. After that it’s never mentioned again.

-Impulse’s wife (Ms. Impulse) has never touched Minecraft because she’s an interior designer and would most likely disappear off the face of the Earth if she ever let herself play the game. It hasn’t stopped Impulse from trying a few times though.

-Impulse has a habit of biting off more than he can chew. In 4 out of 7 seasons he’s been in there have been obvious projects that were never finished. These are in order: The roof of his and Tango’s shared Mega Base (S3), A fair amount of The City of Atlantis (S5), The missing farms on the Phinias Board (S7) and the interior of The Candy Factory (S8)

-Impulse’s current keyboard (At the time of writing) was custom made by his son

-In both S3 and S7, Impulse used the exact same floor desgin and armor stand gimmick for his Patreon Monument.

-One of the reasons Impulse and Skizzleman remain such close friends today was because he found a book on networking on Skizz’s bedroom floor when they were both looking to go to a new collage. They both went to the same Networking class after Impulse suggested it and have been glued together ever since. -They absolutely hated that networking class though

-Impulse has had 4 piercings in total. One in the tongue, one eyebrow one, one nipple, and one in the ear. Both the eyebrow one and the nipple one were taken out after they got caught on various zippers, and the ear one was something he did together with his drumline. None of them survived to the present day though.

-Impulse has sold enchanting related things in 4 out of 7 seasons (S4 S5 S6 S9)

-Impulse used to be completely bald and beardless until he grew out his hair and a beard for a No Shave November challange and people said it fit him. He hasn’t returned to baldness since that (At the time of writing) -Every since their introduction, Impulse always carries a totem on him. Although he has a resource pack that makes the totem invisible in first person so it won’t block up the screen as much.

-His Guardian Goodies shop building in S7 is an exact replica of a Guardian “shop” (everything was free) xB designed in S3

-Impulse has won every single “How to Kill” compitition, and with the exact same concept to boot. In “How to Kill a Doc” he made a bunch of traps that looked like the final blow but weren’t, instead having the killing strike be deliver by Impulse himself. In “How to Kill a Tango” he did the exact same thing, although the final blow should have been delt by a Magma Cube instead. Both of these killing machines also share similar surprises. Both involve fire charges (One from dispensers, one from a live Ghast), anvil launchers and TNT. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it i suppose?

-Impulse actually bought the “copyright rights” to the “i” brand from Iskall in S6 so he could keep iTrade open without confusion. Never got something similar from iJevin thought.

-When S6 updated to the villager update, Impulse managed to obtain a glitched Farmer Villager who never locked up his trades no matter how much you traded with him. Although he did lose a fair amount of villagers in iTrade too, so it was more a soul for a soul.

-The only season Impulse was part of that never had Elytras was ironically S3, the one with amplified terrain.

-The first time Impulse properly tested out the Elytra, it lagged so bad he died from fall damage by falling into Xisumas Guardian Farm. The elytra refused to open.

-Impulse and Tango has had an agreement since Impulse joined in S3 that they can take certain resources from each other’s storages and farms without asking before hand. They call this “Mi casa, Ti casa” or “My house, your house”.

-In 4 out of 7 seasons, Impulse has had at least one entire video that centers around either a request from xB, or featuring xB himself. (S3 S4 S5 S7)

-The “SV” in impulseSV could be read as “impulsive” but it actually stands for Impulse’s IRL initials

-Impulse was introduced to Minecraft via his son, who wanted to get into gaming. Impulse mostly played shooters but he didn’t want his kid to play those types of games at his age, so a coworker suggested Minecraft. Although his kid didn’t know anything about the game, so he had to hop on and learn too.

-Impulse plays Minecraft with an inverted mouse. This is because he got so used to flying helicopters in various shooters it made more sense to his brain that dragging the mouse down means up, and pushing it up means down.

-Impulse started out as a fan of Tango’s until he learned that he and Tango are pretty similar in age and in video style. So he e-mailed Tango about a collab and he accepted. Later they learned they lived incredibly close to each other and went out for some “sodas” (aka BEERS). The rest is history.

-The name Impulse along with the black and yellow colour scheme is something Impulse stole from his drumcore’s name and colour scheme. His favourite colour is actually purple.

-Impulse and Skizz live in the same neighbourhood (at the time of writing)

Second addition of facts 9th of August 2022

-Impulse has a dog (specifically a Border Collie) named Prim and a cat named Luna. Luna was a gift for his older daughter. Impulse wasn’t the biggest fan of cats until his wife got one, and he fell in love as well.

-He and Skizz have been best friends for over 25 years (at the time of writing)

-Impulse has a collage degree in computer information systems, because he was too spooked by a full on computer science degree.

-Despite being born in Iowa. Impulse has lived in Arizona since he was 5 years old.

-Impulse was born in 1981. Skizz is 2 years older. You do the math.

-Impulse ain’t no single child, he has a sister who once saved him from drowning. This was after he had colided with a boat on a Jetski as a kid.

-Impulse is a father of 3, his oldest is heading to collage (at the time of writing) and his youngest is 10.

-If any government or HOA people asks what Impulse’s new studio is (at the time of writing), it’s totally just a guest house. nothing else. nothing to see here.

-He met his wife in collage.

-His channel was originally made to be a sort of memory box of him and his son playing games together.

-His wife has a Etsy store where she sells custom made jewlery. It’s called Desert Medows Design (it’s actually pretty sick ngl)

-Impusle is a pretty big “sportsball” (aka Sports) fan and usually brings it up in streams. Not for long though considering he recognises that most people who watch him aren’t that into sportsball (his words not mine. honestly though it is pretty cool to listen to, could be just a me thing.)

Third addition of facts 12th of August 2022

-Impulse has a back injury that appearenly reappears to cause problems sometimes. He got it from playing Volleyball one time and messed up a muscle in his back when jumping. According to the man himself, when that pain flares back up it can leave him stranded on the couch with ice packs and heatpads for a fair while.

-According to Skizzleman, Impulse doesn’t handle blood very well. He got hit in the face with a pizza box once and the bleed he got from that made him serverly nauseous.

-Impulse has a slight gluten intolerance Fourth addition of facts 18th of August 2022

-Impulse has back teeth retainers.

-Impulse hates olives. Like “Will throw up” levels of hate. He shares this hatred with Tango.

(thats enough for now but i’ll probably add more as i think them up)

[azurelyy]

Can you write about what a beach day with Naruto would be like? Make him get really flustered over y/n and then maybe they get steamy in the shower together? Cute summertime smut

*Takes a deep breath*

It is done! I am so, so sorry this took me so long, hun. I really hope you like the end result!

This is my first lemon - please be kind to me! If you enjoy this, be sure to scream at me in the comments, as always. 🖤 Constructive criticism is welcome, just be kind!

Title: Dirty Little Secrets 🍋

Pairing: Naruto x f!reader (Mentions SasuSaku & ShikaIno)

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: NSFW, oral (female receiving), shower sex, unprotected sex, smut, teasing, really sexy Naruto

You examined your body in the dirty, floor-length mirror. The bathing suit was cute, the neutral black color emphasizing your curves without drawing attention away from your skin, but the fluorescent lights of the public bathroom were starting to make you nervous, emphasizing each insecurity of your body with extreme vigor.

“I-I don’t know about this, Ino,” You said, “I look…”

“Sexy better be the only thing that comes out of your mouth!” Ino exclaimed, exiting the stall in her tiny, amethyst bikini. It had lovely silver hoops that gripped on either side of her hips, the bikini top leaving nothing to the imagination as her perfectly endowed breasts swayed slightly as she walked over to you. It didn’t help your nerves.

“Silly. Can I please have my cover-up back?” You pouted, shielding yourself with your arms.

“Absolutely not!” Ino scoffed. “You look hot! The boys will be falling to their knees for you.” She gave a quick chirp of a laugh and hooked her arm around yours.

“Maybe with you next to me,” You huffed. She laughed again and pulled you alongside her, opening the bathroom door. The sun shone brightly into your eyes, whiting out your vision momentarily. You squinted and brought your hand up to cover your eyes as you heard a very familiar voice shouting your name. Oh god. You immediately tried to hide behind Ino, but she pushed you forward and you fell face first into his bare chest.

“Whoa, hey!” He gripped your shoulders, keeping you steady on him. “Wow, that’s really-”

“Naruto, please,” You begged.

He embraced you, his hot breath tickling your neck as he whispered his scandalous secret. “You look so sexy, baby, but I just wanna rip this off you.” 

He kissed your neck tenderly and you felt like your heart had just been slammed into with a battering ram. His lips were burning along your neck, trailing his way towards your mouth, where he kissed you passionately. 

“Okay, guys. Public beach. Family beach.” Ino chastised and you pulled away quickly, feeling your cheeks burn from shame. Naruto just laughed and kissed the top of your head before grabbing your hand.

“We set up a sweet spot over here!” He said as he guided you and Ino across the beach. The sand was warm against your toes, squeezing its way over your flip-flops as you followed him. The sky was as blue as your boyfriends’ eyes; cloudless and as endless as the sparkling ocean ahead of you. 

Naruto brought you to a spot near the end of the beach with two, large umbrellas poking out of the sand. Sasuke and Sakura were a few feet away, building a lopsided sand-castle, and Shikamaru was sun-bathing beneath one of the umbrellas, his arms crossed behind his head lazily. 

Sakura took notice of the three of you first, waving enthusiastically. Her pink hair was pulled back into two, short pigtails and her red one-piece bathing suit was adorably modest while still emphasizing the curves of her small frame. Sasuke pulled his eyes away from her for a moment to nod at you before quickly turning back to his sand project, his black swim trunks swaying lightly in the breeze. Shikamaru didn’t seem to notice the three of you returning. 

Ino cleared her throat as she stood over the lazy man, but he stayed still as a rock. She gently nudged him with her foot; still nothing. Finally, she rolled him over to his side and he groaned lightly, rubbing the back of his head.

“Hey, what gives?” His voice sounded far away.

“Shi!” Ino yelled, “You were asleep? Seriously, I’m gone for ten minutes and-”

“Wow,” He cut her off, “You look good. Is that new?” That shut her up.

Ino blushed and flipped her ponytail over her shoulder seductively. “I’m surprised you noticed,” Her voice was dripping with a taunting tone, making Shikamaru’s chocolate gaze widen at her. 

He smirked and pulled her onto him, her face plopping onto his chiseled chest as he closed his eyes again. You thought Ino would smack him, but she smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the sunshine on her skin. 

Naruto dragged you down onto the towel next to the couple and kissed your cheek. You examined his golden-tanned chest glistening from salt water and the way his eyes twinkled in the afternoon light; it made you want to rip off his blue swim trunks right then and there. You leaned closer into him and allowed him to embrace you from behind, his skin warm from the sun’s kisses, and he started nipping your neck. You let your face fall into his honey hair, a pleasant scent of salt and ginger overwhelming you and transporting you to another world. You felt your body slowly float away like driftwood, and suddenly you were surrounded only by Naruto and the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

He trailed hot kisses along your neck before connecting to your mouth, his tongue forcing its way in and playing with your own. His rough hands moved their way over your body, landing on your hips and pushing you closer to him, your back hot against his strong chest. You reached your hand up and twisted your fingers into his wet hair, forcing a moan to escape him, allowing you to dominate his mouth with your tongue. You could feel his hard cock through the silky fabric of his trunks poking into your thigh as you reached down with your free hand to brush against it lightly.

“Earth to Naruto,” Shikamaru’s voice pierced through your seaside fantasy and you pushed away from Naruto, cold air seeping in where his body laid on yours and making you shiver. “Seriously, get a room.” 

You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment and Naruto cleared his throat thickly, a puff of warm air hitting the wet spot on your neck, causing fireworks to pop and sizzle their way throughout your core. 

“Okay, okay,” Naruto’s voice was almost indistinguishable, a full octave lower than normal. “Here, baby, I’ll put your sunscreen on for you.” 

He leaned back to grab the sunscreen and squeezed it into his palm. You felt like your body was going to be sucked into a desire tornado as lewd thoughts of his white-hot cum exploding into your core invaded your mind as he rubbed the cream in his hands. You saw him hesitate as you gulped, and you wished a hole in the Earth would open up and suck both of you somewhere far, far away so that he could vandalize your body right then and there.

He started on your upper-back, the cool cream granting you sweet release from your torturous burning. He worked his way across your back slowly, teasing you with his calloused hands and applying pressure underneath your shoulder blades, stalling at your waist while he hummed lowly into your ear, before moving his way to your thighs. The tension was building inside of you, so deep that you thought you were about to pounce on him like a lioness on a gazelle; his hands began roaming over your chest, lazily coating you in sunscreen and seduction. 

“Done.” He bit your earlobe playfully, causing you to jerk forward. His laugh erupted you out of your erotic frenzy and you turned your nose upwards in annoyance. 

“Alright,” You drawled out the ‘l’ seductively. “My turn.” 

You whipped around and pushed your hands onto his toned thighs, gaining leverage to have your breasts be level with his face. Naruto let out a thick whine, something laced with both pain and need, as the sunscreen squirted into your palm. You raised your eyebrow at him, a look that you knew said what do you plan to do about it? and placed your hands on his shoulders. His muscles tightened underneath your tender touch as you traced over his body like you were creating a map, slowly working your way from his shoulders to his toned abs. Naruto’s body was rippling beneath your touch, each curve of your finger causing him to twitch, each gentle stroke making him bite his lip harder. You hummed into his ear as your thumb gently grazed over his light blonde happy trail until you stopped just above the top of his swimming trunks. 

“Done,” You whispered. Naruto’s mouth was formed into a tight line as he grabbed your hand by the wrist, sparks flying around you, and he let his thumb trail gently over yours. He brought your hand to his mouth and kissed it lovingly, making your heart murmur in delight.

“Thanks,” His voice was heavy. He cleared his throat lightly as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Wanna swim?”

You spent the next few hours enjoying the time at the beach with your friends. Ino eventually left Shikamaru’s embrace to join you and Naruto in the ocean, the three of you tossing a huge beach ball back and forth in the water. Sasuke and Sakura sun-bathed after their sandcastle was complete, the little structure standing surprisingly straight in the end.

Now, as the sun began its slow descent behind the endless sea, all of you were sprawled out on your various beach towels, the exhaustion of the day overwhelming your senses and turning your bodies into jelly. Naruto had you snuggled into his embrace, his legs intertwined between yours like a chain. His head was resting in your hair as he slowly drew small circles over your waist with his index finger, each swipe leaving a warm and tingly feeling across your skin. 

“We’re going to head out,” The sound of Sasuke’s velvet voice jostled you back into consciousness as you leaned up and gave the couple a lazy wave.

“Bye, guys!” Ino shouted, only putting a hand up in response. She seemed more tired than you, and she and Shikamaru had napped most of the day! “Drive safe, alright?”

“We will!” Sakura replied sweetly. “Bye, everyone!”

A windchime of goodbyes were exchanged (and one “hn” courtesy of Shikamaru) as they trampled down the beach. And then there were four. Calm silence overwhelmed the air as Naruto began kissing your temple and you held back your moan. His touch was rough and filled with want, his body hot with desire. 

“I think I want to take a quick shower and then we should go too, Naru,” Your voice was quivering with lust, snapping the sexual tension in the air. “I need to get this saltwater out of my hair.”

“We should go too,” Ino lightly tapped Shikamaru’s thigh and he rolled onto his back in response. 

“Yeah,” Shikamaru sighed. “If you shower then I’ll be ready. I’ll drive.” He kept his eyes closed and Ino rolled her eyes, a small blush creeping over her face. 

You and Ino walked over to the bathroom, the two of you lightly conversing about the events of the day. The sky was a vibrant blood orange hue, the sea a lovely shade of navy; the breeze had a sweet numbing coolness to it as it kissed your suntanned skin. It was the perfect beach day.

“Alright, well, if you finish first no need to say bye,” Ino said. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

You smiled and gave a wave as you each got into your separate shower stalls. You closed the door behind you and turned on the water, reaching your hand in first to test the temperature before fully submerging yourself. The warm water hit your skin, causing an instant feeling of relief to crash over you. You felt the salt and sea wash away as you stood under the rushing water of the showerhead, too tired to move. 

The sound of the stall door quickly opening and shutting startled you out of your ethereal state. You went to scream, but a strong hand covered your mouth quickly. Your eyes widened in horror as a familiar voice whispered into your ear.

“It’s me, baby,” Naruto said huskily. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want Ino to hear.”

He kept his hand firmly planted on your mouth as he chuckled lowly into your ear. His bare chest was pushed up against your back, the scent of sandalwood and spice overwhelming your senses as he slowly dropped his hand from your mouth and moved his way down your body, caressing over your neck and your collarbones before cupping your breast. You bit your lip at the sensation, catching a moan. 

  He nibbled at your neck and you felt your legs wobble slightly from pleasure as he moved his free hand to snag around your waist and rested it on your stomach, steadying you. As he continued to blow lightly against the bruising and tender skin of your neck between nips, his fingers lazily stroked over your hard nipple through the top of your swimsuit and you tightly shut your eyes, white stars floating around in your vision, his free hand now sliding down your stomach before reaching its destination and rested upon your dripping pussy.

“Can you keep a secret, baby?” Naruto whispered into your neck. You tried to respond but all you could muster was a strangled breath as he began stroking your entrance through your swimsuit. “Well?”

“Y-Yes,” You breathed. You felt your body slowly begin to lift from the floor as Naruto swiped the bottom of your bathing suit to the side, fully revealing yourself to him. He moved his finger over your entrance and you heard him make a low moan.

“Good girl,” He pulled you around to face him and pushed you into the cool tiled wall, the warmth from the shower vanishing, a cold shiver rippling through you in its place. His mouth caught onto yours and you were in a vortex of pleasure, your body fully pulled away from the shower stall as you were now surrounded by rushing waterfalls and dense forest - just you and Naruto - his warm tongue explored your mouth like it was the first time and your brain was sending shock waves straight to your heat. You pulled your swimsuit top down, your breast lightly flopping out and fully exposed to Naruto as you moved his hand from your waist to your perky nipple. 

He pinched it between his fingers and you moaned into his mouth as the sting seared you down to your core. He pulled away, trailing burning kisses down your neck, across your shoulders, over your chest, before he began sucking your nipple, gently biting and swiping his tongue over it, as he moved his other hand to slowly push his fingers into you.

“P-please,” You managed to whisper. He smiled against your chest as he exposed your other breast, his warm mouth working its way to wrap around it and teasing your nipple with the tip of his tongue, hungrily.

“Hm?” The vibration of his moan against your tit sent an electric wave through you, adrenaline fully consuming your brain as you pushed his thick fingers deeper into your core. You let out a low moan as Naruto cupped his free hand over your mouth. 

“Shh,” His breath tickled your nipple as he worked his finger expertly over your clit. Your vision went black from ecstasy as he toyed with your sensitive nub, little lightning bolts shooting their way across your body and electricity coursing through your veins.

Naruto pulled out of you and licked the juices off his fingers, a low grumble escaping from you. He removed his hand from your mouth and gave you a knowing smirk as he slid down onto his knees. Oh fuck, oh fuck.

“W-wait,” You tried, but his tongue had already swiped across your clit as he guided your thigh to rest on his shoulder. You shot your hand up into your mouth and bit hard, desperate to scream out, your back bending like a willow as your head pressed aggressively against the wall. Ino being in the stall across from you made you feel extra dirty as Naruto worked his mouth against your sopping cunt. Your breathing was ragged and heavy. You gripped his hair with your free hand, pulling him deeper inside you. You wanted to evaporate into the Earth with him; wanted to engulf him into your heart. 

Naruto quickened the pace of his tongue over your clit as he felt your pussy begin to quiver, his hand that wasn’t gripping your thigh free to plunge his fingers deep inside your walls. The world spun around you like a top as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed against you and you soaked Naruto’s tongue with your sweet juices. He groaned into you, lapping up every drop of your essence, his calloused hand kneading into your ass as he gripped you.

He looked up at you, his mouth dripping with you as a devilish grin erupted over his face, and he freed his thick cock out of its polyester prison. It was glistening with pre-cum, salt water, and need. Fuck, he’s big. He stood up and spread your legs with ease, gripping you from your thighs and pulling you up to allow your legs to wrap around his waist, before plunging into you. He embedded himself deep within your walls as the colors of the room started to blur together, your back pressed tightly against the wall.

“S-So wet,” He groaned. “Fuck.” He whispered your name into the air between thrusts, his dick forcing small mewls of pleasure to escape from your lips. Your nose crinkled, your toes curled; he took control over every inch of your brain as your bodies merged together like the seven seas. 

As his movements became stronger, you matched his pace, moving like you two were made to be fitted together, each stroke hitting you with an increasing pleasurable pressure that made the world around you disintegrate to nothing but his mouth on yours, his arms entangled around your body, his moans in your throat.

You climbed together, higher and higher, until you finally shattered the sound barrier and were blazing through the stars. A cacophony of low curses and praises escaped your mouths as you felt your body ripple and you reached another climax. His cock twitched inside you as his sticky seed filled you to the brim, warmth spreading throughout your body as you both returned back to the shower stall, hearts thumping in your chests. 

“I love you,” Naruto whispered between light kisses. “Love you so fucking much.”

You smiled against his delicious mouth. “I love you, Naru.” 

He gave you a last peck and you two showered off your salty secret together, briny water mixing with fresh, as the evidence of your lust filled rendezvous slinked down the drain. You exited the stall, freezing in horror as you came face to face with Shikamaru; his lips puffy and red, his dark hair freed from his usual ponytail and dripping down his shoulders.

“What?!” Naruto’s face was dumbfounded. “Did you-”

“Don’t give me that look, Naruto,” Shikamaru sounded annoyed. “I caught you too, you know.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his swim trunks right as Ino opened the stall door from behind him, her face turning red as a tomato.

“Shi-”

“Don’t bother,” He grabbed her hand, leading the way as they slid past you and Naruto. Ino gave you a pleading look that said can we please never talk about this again? And you smiled and nodded in agreement. Today really was the perfect day at the beach, providing everyone with their own dirty little secrets.

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[universallywriting]

i forgot it was a mashup my bad hahah #20 and #28 for connverse

proposal and teacher au from this list https://universallywriting.tumblr.com/post/641505013940846593/fanfiction-trope-mash-up

AU in which Steven and Connie teach at Little Homeschool.

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It took a year to go from the discovery that most gems at Little Homeschool were working for money but had no need for it to collecting that money and fully-staffing his passion project with high-wage teaching positions. Just a single year of managing finances before everything was up and running, including several of his friends as part-time professors.

Connie had an official job title in the pop culture department, using books and shows and movies to introduce her students to life on Earth. It was a job that meant enduring more than a little fighting with Peridot, and quite a bit of tricky scheduling around her own college classes.

But her unofficial job title was rougher - Human Being Combat Representative.

All too often they received jaspers and amethysts and all kinds of quartzes who bragged about their skills and sneered down their nose at organics. That was when Pearl would call up her old student and ask if she might be willing to come give a demonstration on human combat.

She always was, and Steven always watched.

Unlike when she sparred with him or Pearl, Professor Maheswaran was not a giggly, giddy, good-spirited friend. Professor Maheswaran walked into the ring with her hair tied up in a neat bun that no one could grab, her sword in hand, and a look of calm calculation on her face.

Invariably, her opponent would smirk and say something like, "I don't want to hurt a human" and Connie would say, her voice all academic and serious in a way that made him smile, "You won't."

On a rare occasion, the gem would put up such a great fight that took all of Connie's focus. Very Rarely. Mostly, Connie's spar would be so effortless she would lecture during it. She slipped around slow, heavy punches and kicks, calling to the rest of the crowd that organics like her were good at change, and could therefore adapt between a variety of combat techniques depending on the opponent.

Steven would watch as the gem she fought would get frustrated or humiliated, their attacks slowly becoming wild and unhinged, until they were barrelling around the arena like an angry bully rather than the composed soldier they were made to be.

Eventually, Connie would say, "Thank you for the demonstration. I'll turn the class back over to Pearl." And sometimes the gem would stop.

But other times they wouldn't, and they would continue attacking, and though Connie could handle herself just fine, Steven would step in beside her. Together they'd beat the gem to a surrender, or a poof if absolutely necessary, with their teamwork that never failed to be flawless.

And a lot of times, with the rush of a win in his blood, Steven would turn to her and say, "I'm gonna marry you for this" and it always made her blush, which always made him blush, and the two of them laughed.

But one time, no laughter came. The color rose to her cheeks, but she looked to the class and announced, "That's an example of a human proposal. He's never asked as well as he did the first time, but maybe one of these days Professor Universe can demonstrate how to do it properly, and we can show you a few human wedding traditions."

It took five minutes of gawking at the place where she'd walked away before Pearl came over, pushing his mouth shut, and advised, "I think she's ready for the other kind of ring, Steven."

[skywalker-swift]

Tagged by the lovely @sadiebwrites ! Thanks!! A lot of this stuff has either like one or two lines in it or like almost complete. Two things are original work, and the rest is either Dinluke fics or RoseRey fics. I have been so busy with life stuff that it's been slow going in the writing game lately. Hopefully, I'll get in the grove again soon.

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it's so quiet in the world tonight (epilogue)

don't you say you've missed me

we could leave the Christmas lights up 'till january

it would have been fun, if you would've been the 1

i could never give you peace

LOST GIRLS

Amethyst

a guilt trip

I'm doing better than i ever was

baby drive slow, 'till we run out of road

i'll still look at you like the stars that shine

honestly it looks like a lot of people have done this, so if you've been looking for an excuse to do this, here it is :')