#it's in November though if that matters 😅😅

[sehtoast]

Happy birthday!

ahaaa I was quoting dialog from the fic in those tags BUT THANK YOU FOR BEING SO SWEET AND DOING THIS ANYWAY 😭❤️

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

hello! i was wondering if you could do poly!plastic x reader where regina has a condition like anemia or is simply just sick and won't admit that she's sick or needs help till she eventually collapses. sorry if it's too specific and you absolutely don't have to do it if you fon't wanna! :)

The Date-

|| poly!plastics x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; mostly Regina's pov, mentions of throw up, Regina's sick and hiding it, Gretchen stands up to Regina (though briefly), Regina blacks out, brief swearing

|| Summary; when Regina wakes up, she finds she isn't feeling well. But holds out for the date later that evening.

Requests closed!

Started; November 13th

Finished; November 13th

+ Anon Request; hey can you do poly!plastics x reader where it's regina being sick or anemic (only her gfs know that) but would never admit if she's not feeling well because she has an image to "uphold." sorry if it's too specific! it's all gopd i you can't 😅

Author Note; i wrote her being sick, since that was easier for me to write 🫶

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It wasn't often Regina George got sick. In fact, there was hardly ever a time where she was. Of course she's faked being sick a number of times, just like every other kid. But today she was not feeling great. Like, at all. Every time she took a step Regina felt like she would throw up. Or pass out. Or both.

But did she take the day off? No. Because there were things she genuinely wanted to do at school and after today. She wanted to see her girlfriends and partner. Plus, Regina was looking forward to their date tonight. She booked them reservations at a nice ass restaurant and it would suck to lose their spot. Considering the next wait was nearly two months. She wasn't about to wait forever again. So, Regina tried her hardest to look okay. She may have over done it a bit on the makeup, but Regina hardly cared right now.

Despite feeling sick, Regina still took the time to pick up all of you. You, Gretchen and Karen. None of you noticed the signs at first. Gretchen thought she maybe saw a grimace, or was it a scowl? Sometimes it was hard to tell with the blonde. She did try keeping an eye on her, though it didn't take long before Gretchen was distracted by Karen's lips.

Being at school was probably the worst part of it. She skipped a lot of her classes. Regina ended up spending most of her day in the bathroom, just in case she threw up. Because there was no way she would be listening to a teacher right now. No matter who told her to. She'd come out for lunch, hanging out with you and the girls. Trying to seem okay enough that no one would ask her any questions.

Regina managed to make it all the way until the end of the day. Where everything went wrong. Regina was walking next to you, on her other side was Gretchen and Karen. The four of you walking together. You held Regina's hand, rambling about whatever your latest interest was. And Regina tried to pay attention. She really, really did. But... everything went black.

She could vaguely hear the sounds of voices, though it was like she was separated by water. It was muffled, groggily. All around impossible to understand. When she finally came to, Regina was in the nurse's office at the school. Bucket at her couch side. You were next to her while Gretchen and Karen watched nervously. Hands and arms linked together. She groaned as she tried to sit up, but you put a hand to her chest. Keeping her down.

"No you don't," You murmured. Regina's eyes locked to yours and you could see the pain and nausea behind her eyes.

"What..?" Regina had started to ask what happened, but you answered before she could speak. Wanting her to save her strength. You gently brushed Regina's hair out of her face, hand cupping her cheek before you spoke.

"You passed out. Nurse said you looked feverish," You explained, Regina scoffed and rolled her eyes. Slowly letting herself sink into the couch a bit. Before her eyes widened.

"The date-" Regina said, once gain thinking about the reservations. You just smiled softly and shook your head. Looking to Gretchen.

"Absolutely not, those reservations aren't as important as your health." Gretchen put her foot down; which was rare for her to do. Especially to Regina. Though Gretchen's worry for her out weighed any fears.

"There were reservations?" Karen blinked, looking at Gretchen. She forgot all about it. Gretchen just sighed.

"Not for tonight." Her tone held a sense of firmness to it that sounded weird coming from Gretchen. Regina challenged her, knowing it usually didn't take much to sway the girl.

"Excuse me? We're going, I paid a shit tone for those spots. Besides, I'm literally fine. You're overreacting." Regina grumbled. Trying to keep hold of her image. She had to be fine.

You frowned at her, deciding to take over when you saw Gretchen tense up," we'll get a refund, baby. Go another time. But like Gretchen said, those reservations aren't as important as your health."

Regina did not look happy in the slightest. But she finally stopped fighting on it, mostly because she threw up in the trash can. And she was smart enough to know there would be no convincing after that.

[virtual-winter]

It's been 10 years since I first watched Frozen!🌻❄️⛏️☃️🦌

(Swedish DVD-copy of Frozen)

November 20th, 2014. It seems like forever ago. I remember watching this movie through my desktop ASUS PC (remember when computers used to have actual DVD-drives?) on a by today's standards pretty crappy Philips monitor. It didn't matter. The movie was like nothing else I had seen before. Even though I don't even have a sibling and can't fully relate to the conflict, Anna and Elsa's adventure is IMO one of the best stories ever told💕

I was 22 back then. A young man and totally in love with this Disney movie. Now I'm 32 and it continues to be among my favourite movies of all time. Even now, ten years later, I still live and breathe Frozen every day! It is a part of who I became and it is the way I wish to remain 😄

I have become a devoted fan of all things Frozen and I'm trying my best to be a part-time Frozen-analyst, mapmaker, worldbuilder and collector. I'm also known for using too many emotes and exclamation marks!

Below, I have tried to summarise some important and meaningful keepsakes and events from the past ten years. I hope you enjoy scrolling!✨✨✨

I believe this was the first ever Frozen-related pic that I saved (it's the oldest in my album) (April 2015)

I was equally in love with the OUAT Frozen arc and no one can tell me Georgina and Elizabeth were anything but perfect for their roles (April 2015)

🥹🥹🥹

(March 2015)

In just a couple of years we saw the franchise grow (did anyone else prefer the original logo for the musical?) (February 2016)

The official announcement we'd all been waiting for (April 2017)

The architect in me loved the castle! (2017)

I mean, who could ever forget this moment? (December 2018)

AJHFSJASJFKAGKJFGSKFDSGSJF!?!?!?!?!?!? (February 2019)

What are those????? (February 2019)

My first piece of "big" Frozen merch (April 2019)

I made a custom calendar just to count down the remaining days to Frozen II (I also avoided spoilers for the last 6 1/2 months) (December 2019)

🥹🥰😭

(December 2019)

Perfectly balanced, as it should be (February 2020)

Me collecting stuff! (February 2020)

Me going crazy saving as much Frozen content as possible 😅 (August 2020)

I joined r/Frozen (June 2021)

I started my deep-dive into Arendelle's geography in 2021 which ultimately lead to "An odyssey through Frozen geography", the first of many fandom projects! (July 2021)

Together with a group of equally dedicated Frozen nerds fans, I helped building the @arendelle-archives server and later tumblr-blog! (2021)

Collecting more things! (October 2021)

A Frozen comic writer responded to my reddit post?😲(December 2021)

I started developing ideas for a Frozen fanfic (2022)

Frozen III-announcement! Finally! (February 2023)

My Norway-trip of 2023. Without a doubt one of the most beautiful destinations on Earth and a must-go for anyone who wants to visit the real Arendelle!!! (July 2023)

I continue to delve into more map-related stuff in Wonderdraft (May 2024)

Together with the rest of the wonderful folks over at @frozen10fanzine, I helped create and design a fanzine summarising the memories of Frozen fans from the past decade! (July 2024)

A slice of my current Frozen collection! Some figures were very kindly donated to me by @yumeka-sxf 🙌 (July 2024)

And lastly, from today: the first snow of the season❄️🩵

If you made it this far, thank you for scrolling😅

Finally, a little shout-out to friends and acquaintances I've made through the likes of reddit, discord and tumblr in the past few years:

@bigfrozenfan @yumeka-sxf @greatqueenanna @queenritaofarendelle @saiten-gefroren @snowflaketale12 @cloudberriesforaqueen @theartoffrozen @secretsofthestorymakers

A big thank you also to the whole @arendelle-archives and @frozen10fanzine - teams! Y'all continue to inspire me!

[sunskate]

2024 Cup of China November 22-23, 2024 Chongqing, China

G/F's FD is a misfire. skating right after Marjo and Zak whose FD is emotional highlighted how theirs is cold by comparison. for G/F to do well with this program, they'd have to be surgical in their precision, which they weren't today. i thought maybe their intention was to be exciting and edgy, but the new costumes are pretty conventional - hers is a regular skating dress. it emphasizes how their sensibility isn't daring. Lopareva/Brissaud do the edgy lane much better. so G/F eked out a FD win over LaLa by less than a point - LaLa had higher TES, but G/F won with skating skills

LaLa - i was already tearing up in the dance spin when she bends her head to his haha it's so interesting how the same move can be emotional again no matter how many times they've done it. in that way, they're the musicians among the dancers. the same song you love can make you feel things the 10th or the 100th time you've listened to it. they're going to need more fresh material for Olympic season, but for now, this is still working because they're leveling up in performance. they're so good at the big strokes - they understand how to build the program. but having the emotional depth and performance and skating ability to pull that off is what sets them apart

CPom - not their best skate, they still did very well, but that final bit of fire and attack and flow wasn't quite there today. they collided with Olivia and Tim during the 5 minute warmup, and even though it was Olivia who got knocked down, i kind of wonder if these nice people were shaken up more. Olivia and Tim also had a great skate, and the judges went for them more - CPom had higher BV and PCS, but S/D went ahead of them in the FD on their higher GOE

but CPom making the podium at both of their Grand Prix is a huge achievement. and doing both GPs in Asia with such a short turnaround is resilience and training. they're having an amazing season so far. so now a little break and some sleep before a push towards Nationals 🔥❤️

Olivia and Tim looking so good - really happy for them 😭 after some really rocky times and a lot of comments about it not working out (is TSL ever right about anyone's potential 😅) - Tim rising to meet Olivia and them having such good material is exciting

T/V - this tango program is very beautiful. they set such a high bar of difficulty and complexity with it, but i'm not sure it's entirely paying off - they have to be so perfect for the GOE to rain. like the mistake that dropped their score was so tiny compared to what they'd achieved to that point that it feels unfair. but there are a few moments in this where hitting the choreo exactly on the music would be huge, and they're a little bit off. so i hope we get to see it like that at Euros

Green/Parsons: this is a lovely program, but it feels too much on one level. if the energy is going to stay similar throughout, then emotionally it needs to be deeper, the flow more seamless, the skating more powerful or sharper to move up

Demougeot/Le Mercier: i'm not sure what happened at French Masters where it looked like they were getting dropped for Dupayage/Nabais- D/LeM are a far stronger team right now, and this was a good skate for them. glad to see them looking so assured. i didn't know this was a Benoit program, but it makes sense lol

Davis/Smolkin: this program is so strange how it has difficult and interesting elements, and then they'll do a bunch of stroking for half a lap to go into what looks like their most standard lift? i like the way the StaLi hits right at the drum beat from Kashmir at the start. Mark said she's playing Medusa - IAM doing another snake program lol though if you can't tell what it is from watching, is it working? in this field of stellar teams, i'm glad the scoring seemed restrained for them. though their PCS look really high, and at GP France this FD score would have had them in 3rd above R/A

[evesaintyves]

for @remadoramicrofics November 5th challenge - 3 sentence story

3 sentences, 600 words 😅

 The day Tonks left her parents' house and moved back in with Remus, her mother stood at the bottom of the stairs and just looked up at her, the squiggly vein in her temple on show all the way from the landing, and Tonks felt about twelve years old again, slinking down to dinner after one of their revolving unwinnable rows—in those days, Tonks could try to explain, cry until she was screaming, mouth off and smirk and try to piss Mum off worse, but all her mother would ever give back was a face like carved marble and some monotone, taut, lacerating admonition, like, I never thought I'd raise a daughter with so little respect for herself (that was after she'd found the black bra and thong Tonks had secreted away in the bottom of her school trunk, and gathered immediately that she'd been morphing herself to fill the D-cups when she was outside the house)—and just like back then, Dad had tried to do his peacekeeping, all pink cheeks and crumbs in his whiskers:  your Mum's only worried, is all, she wouldn't get so worked up if she didn't love the absolute stuffing out of you, and she knew that it was true, it must be, but it didn't make her feel any better.

No crying or smirking today, lugging her bag down the stairs (chin up, ring screwed down tight on her finger, staring ahead like a soldier and trying not to trip on the steps); she wished, though, that she could explain in a way her mother would understand that she'd probably quite like Remus if she gave him a chance: they were so much alike it was sort of hilarious, actually, both of them so heavy with what had happened in the first war, so filled with that peculiar urgency to protect her from herself, so mortified by vulnerability (though, in Remus, that looked like awkward, dissembling withdrawal, while in Mum it looked like pure icy contempt), and—this is what Tonks tried to keep her focus on, all through her long walk-of-shame out the door—both of them loved her terribly, fiercely, she was sure of it, even if it showed up in strange backward ways, even if they didn't know what to do with it.

When she got back to that crooked little house—where in the five weeks she'd lived there she'd come to realise he felt even less at home than she did—he didn't meet her at the door (she wasn't even sure he was home, at first; the lights in the living room were off and the place was freezing) but when she went to put her clothes back in the wardrobe he was just sitting on the bed with a book in his lap, closed, with his thumb in the pages marking his place, as if she'd interrupted him: There's a chicken sandwich in the refrigerator, if you're hungry at all, he said quietly, and her first thought was whether he'd really only made one, if he expected her to just sit and eat alone at his wobbly old table while he lurked in contrition in the next room— focus, she told herself then, because she knew: no matter how tightly he contained himself, no matter how hard he seemed to find just being a normal fucking person about literally anything, there was always a leak, always a concession, a chicken sandwich in the fridge, a book in his lap like he hadn't just been pacing, some serpentine trail of breadcrumbs to I love you—terribly, terribly, terribly.

image: max ernst - long live love

[sugoi-and-spice]

I want to hear your director cut on your beach episode (aka the company Pool party)

Ooooh glad you specified since there are technically two beach episodes in this series (so far lmao).

I assume you're talking about Chapter 8: Sink or Float

And what a fun choice!

First little Director's Note, I 100% came up with this chapter concept and wrote it all, forgetting how weather works. And that maybe a waterpark luncheon in NOVEMBER actually was kind of a stupid concept.

This didn't bump me when I was first writing it, because I'm born and raised in Southern California - Amusement Parks and outdoor pools don't close seasonally here. Technically I think the bigger water parks like Hurricane Harbor and Raging Waters close in October through December, but a lot of the smaller local ones stay open year round. And the outdoor pools certainly do too.

(I actually only found out that Amusement Parks close seasonally at all when I tried to go to Coney Island in November about two years ago... Whoops lol)

Shit's a lot colder in Tokyo in the fall though - trust me, I've experienced it.

So I flirted very heavily with the idea of scrapping the episode, which was really devastating since I had a lot of fun with the scenario, and I think the episode has some of the finest Shigaraki/MC banter in the fic.

But then I remembered that there are a lot of indoor amusement parks, and specifically waterparks in Japan, so it worked out!

(You have Ouran High School Host Club to thank for that reminder, lol)

Next Director's note! Back when Play Nice was only going to be about a 10 to 15 chapter fic, this chapter was actually earlier in the lineup - it was originally Chapter 6. I actually wrote it before the current Chapter 7: Getting Steamy, and the current Chapter 6: Struck a Nerve was originally slotted to take place after the water park episode.

Buuuut, when I was reading it all together (Chapter 1 to Chapter 6).... ehh, it just didn't feel right. It felt like this playful banter and more friendly, teasing dynamic between the two of them was happening just a little too quick. So I swapped chapter orders, and speed-wrote Getting Steamy in about 3 days so that I could still make my upload schedule (lol, remember when I had a biweekly upload schedule?)

Truthfully, re-reading the series now, I wonder if the shift in their dynamic still happens a little too fast. If I were to do this fic all over again, I'd probably add a couple more chapters between Sink or Float and Chapter 10: Tomurau, extend the exploitation dynamic for longer, and add a few more of the relationship-shifting moments between the two. Buuuut, I also was really freaking excited for Tomurau (which is still one of my favorite chapters), and I also had so much fun writing a friendly/teasing dynamic between the two in Sink or Float, I think I was eager to do more of that, so I get why I made the decision that I did at the time. Oh well! You live and you learn!

Another director's note about this chapter - I changed the ending of it about three different times lol.

There definitely was originally a locker room sex scene, and then in another version, the episode ended with MC storming out on Shigaraki, rather than him storming out on her, but ultimately, I decided that this final version was the best way to keep up the theme of vulnerability that I was building in this chapter, as well as to develop sympathy from MC throughout, that would serve as a better turning point in their relationship, rather than a brief moment of understanding that is ruined by Shigaraki's horniness. When I had that version written, it just felt like it set them back too much in their relationship, realistically. It also would've doubled the chapter length (like that matters now though, hello my new standard of 30 page chapters 😅)

So yeah! Those are my big Director's Notes on Chapter 8: Sink or Float!

This was a lot of fun to write and reflect on, considering this Chapter came out, gosh, coming up on two years ago now. (WTF?!)

So yeah, if this was interesting to y'all, feel free to send me other chapters or fics that you'd like to hear some commentary on! Original prompt is here!

[pokemonunderdogtournament]

Hey everyone!

Assessing the amount of work it would take me to cover the queue until I know for sure I'll be done moving*, I think I need to modify the number of daily posts and when they post.

Until the end of October (not including the next 7 days, which are already in the queue), we will switch to 8 posts a day, and posting will shift to a every-30 minutes schedule from 8:00 - 11:30 AM.

This will give me a substantially larger window to handle queueing and will reduce the number of posts I need to queue from 500 to 400, which will likely save me 5-10 hours of time, which is extremely helpful given I am already working on a quite tight schedule with an uncooperative brain. 😅

Unfortunately, I think this also means that certain tournament themes that require some thought or sorting from me will probably not debut until much later.

(I think this is the biggest downside for me, personally, but I simply do not have the ability to sort these with everything else going on. If someone is particularly inclined to try to undertake this themselves, see below the cut**)

I would prefer for there not to be a lapse in poll posting because these polls are already a week long and we have much to get through.

After October 31, I expect for posting to resume as it is currently (10 posts a day, 8-5)

*Yes, I am taking almost two months to move 😭 Unfortunately I am working around a full-time work schedule, and there is a lot to move over a distance that is short enough that it is not worth renting a moving truck but long enough that I couldn't possibly move everything all at once, my lifestyle requirements aside. I hope to be done by at least mid October at latest, though if this is the case, it will also provide me with a necessary window to build the queue back up as we head into November.

**First, it would have to be done in the upcoming week. After that, I will have difficulty incorporating it into the schedule. If you do not have time between now and noon PST Saturday 9, then please disregard this, though ideally it would be done in the next few days, again for ease of scheduling. Second, it will require a lot of data entry-like work. This is tedious and boring. I will outline exactly what you need to do for this portion, so there shouldn't be any confusion. I do enjoy this type of thing when I have time, but I know any people don't. Third, we would have to discuss how to break these up into sub-tournaments, it is not immediately clear. This is the most logically complex part, I think... You'll also need access to spreadsheet viewing/editing software like Google Sheets or Excel. Doesn't matter too much. Anyway if this somehow still appeals to you, you can DM me at any of the following blogs: @birbs-in-space, @ljuerlav, @pokemon-tournament-directory

[eco-lite]

Volume 5 thoughts! I can’t believe I have to wait until November for volume 6. 😩

“Citrine Undaunted”

* Bye bye, Shimomura. 👋🏼 Good luck following your passions. I hope Seigi will take inspiration from this.

* This is truly such a bizarre story. Why does it feel like Ms. Darling is some supernatural creature trying to influence Seigi’s path in life? And her compliments about Seigi’s hands are very uncomfortable.

* “It was a lot easier when you let your brain process what you were going to say before you opened your mouth, rather than blurting out something stupid in a panic” (36). Seigi… are you just learning this now?

* I can’t wait for Seigi to do some actual self-reflection and realize that he doesn’t give a shit about being a civil servant.

* Richard loves showing Seigi bi-colored stones, huh…?

* Richard sending emojis makes me so happy.

“A Visage in Sardonyx”

* Poor Homura. Let’s hope third time’s the charm for him. He does seem a bit to quick to marry though.

* Wait, so agate is quartz too? I never new so many stones were varieties of quartz!

* I never know how cameos were made either—that’s so cool!

* “‘Say, for example, you love someone in a romantic sense, but that person doesn’t even consider you a romantic possibility. You’re just someone they “care about deeply”’” (81). Please don’t say this to Richard. That’s gonna hit way to close to home. 🥲

* I’ve considered before that Richard may have wanted to just stop living, but it doesn’t hurt any less for him to confirm it. I’m glad he has support now. It gives new mean to when he says that Saul saved his life, though.

* SEIGI! How are you going to say that your relationship with Richard hasn’t changed at all, and that you’re just boss and employee?! After everything you went through together in the last volume??? Now that you regularly go out to dinner together and talk in the phone until 1:30am?????? What is your problem, man?

* I know the circumstances are weird, but I think Richard and Tanimoto would get along really well and have a lot to talk about. I’m excited for them to meet!

* Although I feel weird about the whole “in love with my stepmother” thing, this case was an interesting exploration of different kinds of love—and how defining your love for someone sometimes isn’t the most important thing. What matters is that the love is there. I suppose I agree with that. It definitely matters how you define the relationship that the love occurs in, though. Seigi needs to start thinking about that.

“The Majesty of Zircon”

* I agree that strict government work probably is t right for Seigi, but damn, his classmates are brutal!

* “And that was how the first step of my self-assessment started—with the fact that I apparently didn’t know the first thing about myself being shoved in my face” (110). Yeah, there are several things you don’t know about yourself, Seigi. Once again, I am begging you to do some self-reflection!

* Woah, a flashback and a POV switch?!

* “‘… I have a interest in waterside ecosystems’” (124). Wow me too!

* Not Jeffrey suggesting they burn the Claremont estate down 😅

* Lol the catharsis of punching Jeffrey in a dream. Wish I could do that. If Richard’s dream is accurate… wtf, Jeffrey?

* “‘…I don’t know how many people you must’ve hurt by being such an impossibly insensitive jerk. A guy like you would never be popular with the high school girls in Delhi, no matter how handsome you are. I could call a dozen of my old friends, and they’d all be like “No thanks”’” (172). You tell him! I love Monica so much.

* Lol Richard giving himself a pep talk in order to make a salad.

* This puts a new perspective on the scene in “White Sapphire” when Richard tells Seigi that he should value himself more than to just throw himself into dangerous situations to save others. Richard learned that lesson himself. He also cares about people deeply enough to take crazy desperate actions. Saul was the one who taught Richard to have more care for himself, and now Richard is passing on that advice to Seigi.

“The Grace of Peridot”

* Not Richard making Seigi read Les Misérables lol

* No Seigi, your past is not “better left unsaid!” Please tell us!

* I really don’t understand why Richard’s parents ever thought they could make their relationship work. Like, how do a conservation-focused entomologist and a self-obsessed actress even fall in love with each other??

* I can’t believe I’m past the point where Seigi saying he would jump into a fire if Richard begged him to doesn’t phase me at all. Yeah, that’s normal Seigi behavior. 🤦🏽‍♀️ For real though, the image of Richard crying and begging is truly very distressing. I hope he never feels so much pain.

* I don’t think we’ve seen Seigi call Richard cute before. And not only cute, but “like a matcha frappé with whipped cream and chocolate chips and muscovado sugar” (256). Wowie.

* This reunion with Chieko is so sweet. Richard is actually being adorable.

* “At any rate, I knew that Richard was not fit to stand around and chat, so I decided to wrap things up there” (258). It’s really hitting me just how attentive Seigi is to Richard’s emotional needs. It’s not just carrying candy around to pacify him when he’s in a bad mood. In this situation, Seigi understands that reuniting with Chieko is a very happy, but also emotionally exhausting experience for Richard. Seigi knows just when to remove them from the situation and come back another time. It’s very sweet.

* HOMURA PLEASE WHY ARE YOU HERE? Well, at least it seems like this relationship will succeed. Third time’s the charm.

* I’m so happy that Richard had such a caring mother figure, and that they’re reunited now. I hope they can see each other often.

* Ew not Margaret Thatcher 😑

* Classic marriage mixup once again.

* Wtf is Richard going to say to him?! You can’t just not let us in on this, Tsujimura!

“Andalusite on Christmas Eve”

* Tanimoto: misunderstands Seigi as always. Seigi: “There really are no gods in this world, huh?” 🥲

* “‘Now, I’m just speaking for myself, but special days can be a bit like storms. And in stormy weather, what you need isn’t a compass or sails but a calm harbor where you can set anchor.’ And then Richard said softly that he prayed that I would find such a place” (291). Holy shit. 🥲🥲

“Tiger’s Eye Look Back”

* A cute little story from the first few months of Seigi working at Étranger. I’m trying to figure out why this little scene was included, though. Maybe to show us just how far both Seigi and Richard have come since the beginning of the story.

* I find it really interesting that Seigi never questions why he finds Richard so beautiful. I feel like a typical “straight” man would not be so casual about thinking another man is beautiful, or having any of the other extremely romantically coded thoughts Seigi has about Richard. But I do appreciate that this series normalizes all different types of people finding beauty and happiness in all sorts of things.

Unrelated to a specific case, but now that Tsujimura has established multiple perspectives besides Seigi’s, I really want to read from Richard’s perspective. I know that would diminish the mystery around him and take away from learning about him as Seigi does, but I really want to know his thoughts in the moment he met Seigi. I’d love a re-telling of that first case from Richard’s POV.

[coldercreation]

I know many people have said this before but the way Nathan was characterized is so realistically good. I relate a lot to what Nathan goes through and honestly wish he was real so him and I can be friends. Thank you for writing CYE and the whole series in general. With the way you write Nathan, if you don't mind me asking, what is the reference you used for him because he was the first person that was accurate!

Aaa, thank you so much<3 I'm so glad you have found CYE and the series and Nathan relatable, it means a lot to me and makes me really happy!

I'm not sure what you mean by reference, but if you mean the mental health aspects I used to build his character, I do have some specific research points that could be helpful. I also just recently posted about my personal vitamin deficiencies that most definitely have affected the way I describe feelings in my writing. As in, no matter what the characters' circumstances are or what's happening to them in the story, I will use my personal experience with anxiety, depression, "how life feels" to describe their anxiety, depression, "how their life feels". So, like I said in that post; ignoring what is causing Nathan's anxiety etc. in the story, if you relate to how he FEELS and how I have described those feelings... feeling(?), I'd recommend checking your vitamins lol.

I wrote in the tags of that post: "The description of Nathan's experience could and would still be rather accurate, even if you don't have these physical health issues! Depression and anxiety etc from a deficiency is still depression and anxiety. + When I write Nathan I have a set of mental health “maps” or “guides” for his character (like C-PTSD and CEN and OCD). Yes I use my own feelings and experiences to describe his anxiety etc, but his character is built around these specific mental health markers / trauma research / symptoms etc (like C-PTSD and CEN and OCD). So I'm pretty sure Nathan's POV would still look very similar based on just that research and ignoring the stuff about deficiencies."

I mentioned some of those mental health/trauma/character marker 'reference' points for Nathan in those tags. I've done a lot of reading into these topics and refer to them time to time whenever I get more into a Nathan's POV chapter where these things get more relevant. There's a bunch of old posts about my research on this blog too if you scroll down... forever hahah! (Go to the Archive and scroll all the way down to November 2019, that way you should be able to skim over most of the text posts that have some of my research. There's more hidden behind a few of the photo posts so you'll have to scroll through a bit more if you want to find everything😅)

I haven't really identified or "diagnosed" Nathan with anything specific, as that didn't really feel necessary nor even right to me. I looked into what his type of childhood experiences etc. could lead up to in adulthood and how they could possibly present themselves, and started building his story around that, trying to 'match' the psychology with his experiences. Sometimes I've also flipped the script the other way; After learning about a 'symptom' described in the research, I've introduced it for Nathan's character, and after that also included the circumstances that would've/could've led to him exhibiting that symptom. Often I also just wing it lmao; my writing is not medical information even though I do try to research a lot. It's all fiction, but with a psychology / self-help like twist? Or something.

Here's some of the research points for Nathan's character building:

C-PTSD = Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

Emotional Flashbacks

CEN = Childhood Emotional Neglect | This was a big character source!

OCD = Obsessive Compulsive Disorder | Nathan has some tendencies

4Fs – Fight, Flight, Freeze, and Fawn Trauma/Stress responses | Nathan's character is built around the Freeze type (in his childhood situation, the other Fs weren't really an option for him; couldn't fight back, couldn't leave, couldn't change the situation by behaving 'well')

General Anxiety

Social Anxiety

(Self) Isolation | I also read about Hikikomori, and later about the effects of the pandemic Lockdowns and how those have been affecting us.

Chronic Shame

Mother Wound

etc.

Hope that's helpful if this was what you meant! Thank you again, I'm so glad you've liked my writing xx

[morethan-oatmealandfruit]

Still in recovery, still weight restored, still eating good, still getting healthier, and finally getting good at making pancakes! Made these chocolate chip pancakes for dinner tonight and they were perfect!😍

I'm finally starting to work on fixing the physical damage I've been left with from the horrors my anorexia/exercise addiction has done to me. Got my teeth 80% fixed last year and have one spot left that needs surgery still, but it's not as severe as my other issues right now so we're moving onto my spine/coccyx which causes me severe pain and has left me nearly immobile. I have been in pain management for more than 2 years now trying different treatments; nothing's worked yet though unfortunately.. Been on and off painkillers but my doctors want to exhaust all other options before dangerous surgeries or permanent pain killers, so I'm only on nerve pain meds now as doctors work trying to fix my spine as best they can with a bunch of different injections. They all hurt, none have helped yet but different ones are scheduled and I'm in severe chronic pain and mostly sedentary until something does work. Once they sort out my back we'll work on treatments for all my other maimed joints, organs and random body parts.. Anorexia really does not spare any part of the body- it's destroys it ALL.

In therapy I'm finally facing the C-PTSD traumas that triggered me into inadvertently turning to the "distraction" of anorexia/my exercise addiction when I tried to face them 14 years ago. It's rough but I finally have a good therapist and psychiatrist team that my doctors in the hospital set me up with almost a year ago in an attempt to find meds and therapies that work for my particular types of craziness😅. My doctor at the clinic told me my "severity" on the "danger to myself" chart has gone down a significant deal since I started last November; it's always good to hear that- and I feel less like a "threat to myself," which is what really matters!

I delve into that crap more on my other blogs, but I thought I'd post these perfect chocolate chip pancakes I made for dinner (recovery has had lots of pancakes so I've gotten pretty good at making them!) and give a quick-ish update.

If you're seeing this, I hope you eat and enjoy some good food and give your body the rest and care it needs and deserves❤️‍🩹

[gunilslaugh]

Q&A :)

Q&A! Thanks to everyone who sent questions :)

Q: I'm curious if you have any favorite XH members when it comes to writing?

A: No specific member comes to mind right away, but there is a soft spot in my heart for Hyeongjun.

Q: What motivates your writing, like what keeps you up and going!

A: 1st my love for xdinary heroes. 2nd I like creating stories that others can enjoy. 3rd the support, whenever someone says that they like my blog and writing it really motivates me to keep on writing. 

Q: Do you speak any other languages other than English?

A: I’m only fluent in English, but I am currently learning French :) and I speak a little Spanish too!

Q: Congrats on 100 followers! What's your favorite trope to write about?☺️

A: I’m not quite sure, but I think friends to lovers is always cute!

Q:Do you have a bias in XDH??? I personally cannot decide. Everytime I think I chose a bias, the others swoop in and take the spot 😅

A: No, I don’t have a bias, they're all too loveable!!!

Q:I was wondering. Do you play any instruments? Even if it's a work in progress or you can only play like two notes, I’m genuinely curious. Any instruments you wanna learn?

A: I used to play violin when I was a child from ages 5-7 I think. Playing the piano always seemed like it would be fun.

Q:Do you live in the United States?? Just curious tbh

A: Yes I do.

Q:My questions are how did you become a villain and what made you open this account and start writing? 💚

A: I’m already a fan of other jype groups, so I watched “Origin of Xdinary Heroes” teaser  when it was released in November 2021 then I found out that they were gonna be a band and that sold me. I was really excited to hear what their sound would be like and once they debuted I was obsessed with Happy Death Day, which solidified me being a villian.

I opened this account because I always created stories/scenarios in my head and I just had the thought. What if I wrote them down and posted them? I found that Xdinary Heroes didn’t have many writers for them and I felt like they were a group I could easily write for so I just gave it a shot and it has turned out wonderfully. ❤ 

Q:what's your top 5 xdinary heroes' songs and which content from them do you like the most? ❤️

A: Wait, why is picking top 5 songs so hard!? (This list could change on a daily basis lol)

-Sucker Punch! (first song that came to mind)

-Zzz

-Good Enough

-Crack in the Mirror 

-Strawberry Cake

Honorable mention: the rest of their songs

I like their Rock The World content the most, it can be so chaotic I love it.

Q: Which members are the easiest and hardest to write about? Or it doesn't matter?

A: Thankfully It’s easy for me to write about any member. I think Gunil might be the easiest to write for. Maybe it’s because I named my blog after him lol. For the hardest maybe Jooyeon because he’s a shy goofball who can also be a menace, still very fun to write for him though.

Q: When did you first get into XDH??

A: Technically I guess you would say pre-debut like I stated in a previous answer I watched their teaser and became invested.

[avida-heidia-5]

I wrote my very first F1 fanfic on this day on 27th November 2021.

This was back when my writing style was more simplistic, where I was struggling a little to form a half-decent narrative structure. The other thing I struggled with back then was the language of F1. It hadn’t quite entered my brain just yet! I was using simple terms that made sense to me at the time, so excuse any potential F1 linguistic oddities that may crop up! 😅 But I’ve somewhat improved over the years now that I’ve researched and understood most of it.

For those who are curious to read it, here it is!:

Miracles Happen at the Right Place at the Right Time | Formula 1

Starring: Sebastian Vettel, Lando Norris

Relationship(s): Friendship

Chapters: N/A

Words: 2.6k

One moment, he saw a rain sodden track. The next moment, he saw only stars.

The devastating crash in Qualifying at Spa causes Sebastian Vettel, who was informed of the incident, to rush to Lando Norris' aid.

Takes place during the horrific 2021 Belgian Qualifying.

WARNING: Strong language in the first half of the story. Minor injuries are also mentioned.

View on AO3 here or continue reading below the cut.

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Rain gradually became worse and worse with every day that passed, and on this day in particular, it was the worst of the lot so far. It absolutely chucked it down! The whole track practically became a swimming pool in a matter of minutes.

Lando Norris was doing well over such appalling conditions, managing to finish P1 in the first two Qualifying sessions. Though despite such an achievement, he was cautious about competing in the third and final Qualifying session that was being held today.

The British driver had been dreading day and night that something was bound to trip him up eventually. And trip him up, it did, even when he should've expected it.

He attempted to correct an oversteer, but his papaya orange and ocean blue McLaren suddenly ended up sliding along the slippery tarmac and slamming side-on into the barriers at a blistering 180mph. The collision caused his car to pirouette violently and uncontrollably until it came to a stop on the other side of the track close to the barriers. Debris flew everywhere and scattered along the tarmac.

The sudden force of the crash caused Lando's head to jerk forwards and bash hard against the steering wheel. Despite wearing a helmet, he felt an indescribable agonising sensation surge through his skull. The pain was so great in fact, he could barely move a muscle to get himself out of the cockpit.

This is what Lando feared might happen, and that dreadful fear unfortunately came true.

“Double yellows!” Lando just about heard his team cry out over the radio along with someone frantically yelling “Off! Off! Off!” in the background.

Lando could just see through his helmet's foggy visor that there was indeed a marshal in a high-vis jacket waving two yellow flags nearby.

He flopped his head back against his seat, heavy with a throbbing head and racing heart.

“Fuck...!” was all he could utter before his body relaxed and his vision blacked out.

One moment, he saw a rain sodden track. The next moment, he saw only stars.

~~~~~

Sebastian Vettel was fully aware of the conditions he'd be faced with; he knew that the moment he stepped out of his hotel room.

Spa-Francorchamps is a beautiful circuit, filled with trees, grass and wildlife everywhere you looked. Just feasting your eyes on its magnificent scenery is bound to put your mind and soul at ease.

Unfortunately, the circuit is also home to strange and torrential conditions, and Sebastian had experienced most of them himself in often unlucky circumstances. Many a mighty motorist were unfortunate to have accidents and incidents aplenty there due to horrible weather. Even his hero Michael Schumacher got caught up in a few of them in his time at Formula 1.

When he heard the news that there would be a heavy downpour as soon as he stepped foot out of the hotel door, Sebastian almost changed his mind about competing in today's Grand Prix for that reason alone. However, if he did decide to skive off altogether, he'd get a heckling from his team bosses. He attempted that trick once before when he was in his Red Bull years, and he was given a severe reprimand as punishment for his actions.

Sebastian snorted at the thought. What a naughty, egotistical little rebel he was back then!

Now that he's older, he's become much wiser at decision making.

When he was faced with a rain soaked Spa today, he became concerned not just for his own safety, but the safety of other drivers as well.

He practically begged over the radio to inform the marshals to bring out the red flags as he was concerned about track safety, but his team ignored him every time, telling him to keep his head down and push on. Whenever he'd slow down, they would tell him to pick up the pace to improve his performance.

At this point, Sebastian no longer cared about his Qualifying results, however good or bad the outcome would turn out to be. All that was on his mind was road safety and potential hazards on the track.

Sebastian silently and cautiously cruised down the circuit in Honey Ryder, his lovely turquoise Aston Martin. He was approaching Eau Rouge for probably the 30th time (He'd lost count!) when he heard the following message through his radio:

“Red flag, red flag. Slow down. Slow down. Keep your Delta positive. Norris in Eau Rouge has had a big shunt. Lots of debris.”

This shocked and angered Sebastian. He knew this would happen at some point. What's even more shocking is that it happened to little Lando Norris. Lando Norris! The potential pole-sitter!

Sebastian's tone told the Aston Martin team exactly how he was feeling in the heat of the moment. “Yeah, well, what the fuck did I say? WHAT DID I SAY?” he nearly shouted, causing his speaker to turn into static for a second. “Red flag!”

“So, just be careful. There's a lot of debris. I can't see where.”

Surprisingly, his team spoke in a monotonous way, as if trying to soothe the German's growing nerves, though it came off as uncaring rather than supportive. At least, to Sebastian's ears.

“Yeah.” sighed the German, still fuming. “Fuck me! It's unnecessary.”

Maybe he should take over marshal duties someday. Not only would it be good work experience for him, he would also know what to do at the appropriate time, something the Aston Martin crew often lacked, especially in a situation as tense as this.

Eventually, Sebastian spots a dot of orange sitting beside the barriers in the distance and slows his engine right down to investigate.

“Easy, girl.” he coos softly to Honey Ryder, patting her dashboard as if she were a pet horse, as he approaches the scene of the accident.

He parks his car roughly nose to broken nose from each other so he could begin his inspection from inside the cockpit.

The McLaren was in a terrible state: The front wing was torn off upon impact along with a busted nose, the rear wing had been chopped off completely, and the wheels were bent in all directions. The red bulb which normally flashed proudly behind the car had been smashed, and a small slither of steam emerged from under the suspension. The papaya orange paint on one side of the car was stripped off, revealing a sturdy, dark grey metallic body underneath. Debris was carelessly scattered around the car and along the track, which caused various cars to swerve around it; some with ease and some with slight difficulty.

What a mess! Sebastian tutted to himself, stunned and appalled at the sight.

He could see Lando Norris slumped back in the cockpit, motionless. It seemed like the young Brit hadn't noticed him arrive. Or maybe he had, but was probably too exhausted to give it his full attention. It was really difficult to tell underneath that yellow helmet.

“Is he okay?” Sebastian asks through the radio.

His team reported back to him in the same monotoned manner as before. “I don't know yet, mate. I don't know yet. We did report it to the race director. He heard your radio.”

Well, that certainly didn't help matters!

Sebastian sticks a thumbs up at Lando through the cockpit as a way of asking if he was all right.

No response came, not even the slightest body movement.

Sebastian waits a little longer, in case he missed something. When he still didn't receive a thumbs up or any other kind of gesture in response, he felt his heart drop a thousand feet from his chest.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!

He hastily unbuckles his seatbelt, rips off his earplugs that were wired to his radio, jumps out of the cockpit, throws off his pink helmet and white balaclava, and dashes over to Lando's aid.

Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead. For the love of Christ, PLEASE don't be dead. he prayed frantically to himself.

Sebastian's hands reach for Lando's shoulders in an instant as his panicked eyes study the young boy's face through his helmet's visor.

“Lando, are you okay?” he asks, voice cracking with nervousness.

Silence.

Sebastian lifts the visor up to be greeted with Lando's closed eyes and tranquil expression.

“Lando?” he repeats, gently shaking his friend's arm.

Another uncomfortable silence.

Anxiety builds in Sebastian's gut at a much faster rate than before. Thinking on his feet, he takes the helmet off and places it on the tarmac. He then leans over the cockpit to wrap his arms around Lando's shoulders and gently heaves him out of the seat. The young Brit was surprisingly light as a feather, evidently with the way he flopped loosely against Sebastian's shoulder like a towel over a railing, something which startled the German.

Sebastian repositions Lando by bobbing him into a cradled position, similar to how he would carry his children when he’d put them to bed every evening. This is so it would be much easier for him to carry while also trying to avoid breaking the boy's neck.

A hum of a motor pricks Sebastian's ears, and he locks eyes with the medical car, along with a few construction vehicles, which arrive on the scene bang on time. The construction people set to work tending to the damaged McLaren whilst the medics swarm around the two drivers to see if they were all right.

Before he could place Lando inside the medical car, Sebastian checks for a pulse. But something stops him. He felt something. Something minute, but very noticeable.

Lando was shivering!

Lando was shivering uncontrollably against his shoulder.

Sebastian blinked. He wiggles his arms around to see if he was imagining things. Lando lets out a faint, pathetic, but nevertheless adorable, throaty whimper in reaction.

Sebastian heaves a huge sigh of relief, his breath briefly exposed in the chilly air.

Thank! Christ! he whispered aloud, gazing heavenward as if he were actually thanking the Gods above.

“He's okay, he's okay.” he promptly informed the medics and they nod their heads in understanding.

Two medics step into the back of the car and gesture at Sebastian to come in. The German complies, still holding Lando in his arms, and carefully places the boy in a bed that was already laid out ready and waiting for them. He then grabs the grey bedsheet and tucks the boy in, with the cover coming up to his chin.

Sebastian crouches down so he is eye-level with Lando and watches him snuggle deeper under the covers in reaction to feeling the warmth enveloping through his little body.

While the medical car makes its way towards the McLaren garage, Sebastian takes the time to fill the medics in what happened while stroking Lando's matted, curly brown hair. The curls wrap around his fingertips and bounce lovingly like tiny springs on a trampoline. He liked how fluffy they were against his skin. Fluffy and delicate like feathers on a collared dove.

Sebastian looks down at Lando, then back up at the two medics. “Long day.” he shrugs lightheartedly.

When he turns his attention back to Lando, he finds, to his amusement, that the young Brit had fallen asleep.

Sebastian lets him rest. The poor boy has been through a lot lately, he notes, stressing over all the negative possibilities instead of focusing on the positive aspects of potentially winning his first pole position of the season. No wonder he's exhausted!

Lando was still asleep by the time the medical car arrived at their destination. Sebastian didn't dare leave his side though, in case something happened. He was a witness to the scene of the accident after all, and he was prepared to give his side of the story to the flurry of reporters who squeeze into his personal space and jab microphones at his face.

It was close to dark – somewhere between 5 or 6 o'clock in the evening – when Lando finally gains enough strength to open his tired, bright blue eyes. They immediately land on Sebastian's kind, dark blue ones. When Sebastian notices this, he smiles warmly at him.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” he asks gently.

Lando half-intentionally buries his face under the covers, mostly because of the throbbing headache that now entered through his skull.

“I hurt like hell.” he muttered.

Upon hearing the boy's low and raspy voice, Sebastian instinctively reaches for a bottle of water standing on a nearby shelf and hands it to Lando. Lando sits up to accept the bottle, grimacing as he does this, and starts guzzling the cool, fresh liquid down his throat, careful not to spill any excess down his clean white shirt.

“Whereabouts does it hurt?” Sebastian pulls the covers back halfway to check.

Lando stops drinking, screws the cap on, and gives it back to Sebastian. “Everywhere! My head, my arms, my tummy, my legs...but mostly this arm.” He slowly lifts his left arm up to show Sebastian which one he means.

“Do you want me to...?”

Sebastian's hands hover over the velcro strap on Lando's collar on his ocean blue racing suit, and Lando barely nods his head to answer.

He keeps still while Sebastian takes the velcro off and zips the suit down to his torso. Sebastian carefully rolls the left sleeve up to the boy's elbow to inspect.

“Oof! You've got a huge purple bruise around your elbow.” he exclaimed with a frown, twirling a finger above the boy's arm. “Looks nasty.”

Lando's whole body tenses up at this and his eyes grow wide with fear. “Is it serious? Am I going to die?”

Sebastian laughs lightly at Lando's naivety as he rolls the sleeve back down. “No, thankfully. You just need to be careful with it. Try not to move it around too much and make sure you rest it for short periods at a time.”

Lando nods, humming a response, then mumbles, “Really hurts, though...”

Sebastian grabs Lando's leg reassuringly. “Just be lucky you're still here with us, alive and kicking. That was a rather nasty accident you had there! I should think a lot of us were pretty shocked when we saw the footage. You even had me worried for a while!”

This made Lando smile a little. “I guess miracles happen at the right place at the right time.”

After a brief checkup made by the medics to monitor Lando's health, they give him and Sebastian permission to leave. This was because they learned that the boy was physically and mentally fit and healthy, and no other major injuries were spotted in other areas of his body.

Sebastian glances at the opened back doors over his shoulder, scanning the McLaren garage for anyone roaming about inside, then locks eyes with Lando once more.

“I suppose the guys are waiting for you in there. Are you okay to walk?”

“Go on.” replies Lando excitedly, already wiggling himself out from under the bedsheets and extending a hand out at him.

Sebastian clasps a hand around Lando's and guides him onto the ground. Lando's white socks land lightly against the cold marbled floor with ease. He stands erect, his balance steady and controlled, unaffected by the prolonged sleep he had earlier. Sebastian realises this and lets go of Lando almost immediately.

After exchanging “Okay”s to each other, Lando gives his friend a sweet little smile.

“Thank you, Seb. For saving me.”

Sebastian grins widely at Lando, showing off his pearly whites, and lets another husky chuckle escape from deep within his throat.

“Anytime, my friend.”

His reply gave Lando a nice warm feeling in his heart. He'd never had a proper conversation with Sebastian, only exchanging brief hellos, how are yous and the odd comment or two. And now, knowing just how much of a genuinely nice and kindhearted person Sebastian really was at his core when not hiding behind his helmet, Lando knew he would be in safe hands the next time they cross paths with each other.

He was a very, very lucky person indeed.

[melody-everbelle]

I posted 1,068 times in 2022

That's 1,068 more posts than 2021!

100 posts created (9%)

968 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ponku-po

@peekychu

@mediumsizetex

@sidruni

@horsewizardart

I tagged 107 of my posts in 2022

#nathan chen - 39 posts

#artist on tumblr - 32 posts

#nathan chen x reader - 31 posts

#my ramblings - 26 posts

#mlp fim - 24 posts

#my little pony - 22 posts

#x reader fanfiction - 17 posts

#nathan chen x you - 15 posts

#nathan chen x y/n - 15 posts

#nathan chen imagines - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 45 characters

#wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I recently heard that Hasbro decided to team up with Basic Fun! to bring back LPS toys. Like most of the community, I am hoping that they’ll bring back G2 LPS, but at the same time, I feel like they could bring back G1 LPS, since Basic Fun! has been rereleasing toys from the 80s and 90s (Ex. G1 MLP, Pound Puppies, etc.), though since G2 LPS is popular in the LPS community, I’m definitely leaning towards the former.

No matter what the outcome is, at least I’m happy I get to relive my childhood again so I don’t have to worry about getting LPS from eBay or Amazon (I’m still doing it, but it’s so much nicer to get it from stores.). Also, I heard that they’ll be released as early as 2024, which is two years from now, but I have patience. 🥺

Thank you Hasbro for bringing back old LPS. ❤

9 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#4

I don’t think I’ve shared any of my LPS art on here before, but I’m going to do it anyway because why not.

This is Coffee, my LPS sona. She’s basically a more playful version of me. She will be my LPS mascot when I make LPS videos.

Yes, Coffee is an actual LPS and not custom-made. Her number is 1444.

And yes, you can draw her! You don't have to, but fan art of my OCs is appreciated!

10 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

#3

I drew this last month in honor of Friendship is Magic's 12th anniversary, which is tomorrow as of writing this description XD Anyway, that aside, this show means so much to me. I think this show is what made me appreciate the MLP franchise as a whole (Yes, I did like MLP as a kid before FiM, though I didn't really appreciate it that much until now). I honestly wouldn't have aspired to be an artist if it weren't for this show. There's a lot more about this show that have impacted my life, but I think I'll link to this journal just to save time: https://www.deviantart.com/darbypop1/journal/How-MLP-FiM-Changed-My-Life-816602072

Oh yeah, since this is a redraw, here’s the old version of the drawing if you’re curious: https://www.deviantart.com/darbypop1/art/MLP-Ends-At-Twilight-Begins-At-Dawn-857637010

10 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

#2

Here we have Coffee taking a bath with her friend Squeaky the Seal! This drawing is based off of the LPS "Squeaky Clean Pets" set.

11 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

This was actually one of the first times I actually drew the squeakoids from ACNH, so I apologize if they look a bit weird in this. 😅

I actually drew this about a couple of months ago when I was stressed out. In case you’re wondering, the brown kitten in the middle is my LPS sona, Coffee.

12 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

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[seitmai]

She had helped fuel some of your late-night study sessions through grad school. Living in a new state, she had shown up and seen you through breakups, family drama, and the stress of putting together your thesis. Even when your paths diverged, you'd managed to stay in touch.

I 100% believe this, I feel like Pepper would be a great friend (even though she's always busy)

"We're putting together an incredible team," she begins, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've been reaching out to some of the brightest minds in politics, economics, and social justice. We have former White House staffers, grassroots organizers, and even a few unexpected faces from the private sector who are eager to contribute their expertise."

Whatever Pepper does, she does it right and all in

"There's Maria Hill," Pepper continues, "who's handling security and intelligence briefings. She's got connections that'll be invaluable. Then there's Peter Parker - you might know him as Spider-Man - he's officially our youth outreach coordinator, but he's also got a brilliant scientific mind that we're tapping into for policy development."

Already an iconic team

“Put me to work wherever you need me!” “I was hoping you would say that because I have a very specific position I need to get filled, and you’re my first - and only - pick for the job.” “Pepper, stop holding out!” A nervous and eager laugh escapes you. “Tell me!” Her response slams into you like a freight train, knocking the air from your lungs. “Future First Lady.”

Well that's certainly a special role 😅

"A lot to take in?" you interrupt, your voice rising. "Pepper, it's insane! It’s May, and the election is in November. How could I possibly be the First Lady?" Pepper holds up a hand, trying to calm you. "I know, I know. Let me explain."

She's like: I already thought this all through, no worries

“We have an opportunity to show what a healthy partnership in marriage could look like to new generations. You’re my first and only choice because of your skills, experience, and the vision I know you would bring to the table. But you’re also my first and only choice because I think you two are well-suited for each other.”

But she certainly does have great arguments 🤷🏻‍♀️ if someone would get me, a person that doesn't believe to much into marriage, to marry a person for strategic purposes it would certainly be Pepper 😅

You frown. “What does he expect?” you ask. And then you perk up even more. “Has he agreed to this? Shouldn’t he at least be here to make the offer himself?” Pepper sighs. “It was easier for me to convince him to run in the first place than to agree that he needed a wife.”

Hahahah😂

“President Bartlet?” you can’t help the awe in your voice. “I’d skip out on breakfast with me, too.” “I hope I’m not a disappointment of a substitute,” Sam teases. “Since we’ll be working together as part of the senior staff, I volunteered because I was eager to finally meet you.” His smile is genuine, and you feel the absolute truth of his sentiment. It melts away some of your disappointment and worry.

Meeting Sam first is probably even better, he is a great wingman 😉

In return, your smile becomes a little warmer and easier. “I can’t help being a little disappointed - since I was hoping to finally meet my future husband - but he’s unemployed and you’re technically Captain America, so I guess it’s really an upgrade.” Sam laughs. “Oh, I’m going to love you, I can tell.”

This is good sign

"It's part of the package," Sam agrees. "But so is having a team of people who have your back, no matter what." He leans forward, his eyes meeting yours intently. "I want you to know that includes me. We're not just colleagues in this; we're family."

🥹🥹🥹

Sam leans back in his chair, considering your question carefully. "Crazy? Maybe," he admits with a small smile. "But then again, I've seen a lot of crazy things in my time with the Avengers. This? This actually feels like one of the more normal things I've been part of."

Well, fair 😅

You feel your cheeks flush slightly. "His type?" "Smart, independent, passionate about making a difference," Sam lists off. “Your work in non-profits, your passion for social justice - that's right up Steve's alley. Plus, you've got that whole 'take no crap' vibe that he needs. I have a sense about these things, and you have it.” You laugh, feeling some of the tension dissipate. "Well, I'll take your word for it. Though I have to admit, the idea of being Steve Rogers' 'type' is a bit surreal."

🤭🤭🤭

As Sam talks, you find yourself leaning in, captivated by these glimpses of reality, getting to know more about the man behind the myth. And even if the next twenty-four hours will be a whirlwind of you choosing and getting fitted for your wedding dress; interviewing candidates that have been vetted for your personal staff - assistant, pr strategist, stylist, initiative director; and a bachelorette party; you feel like you’ll be able to face it all with the bit of reassurance you’ve gained by spending this time with Sam.

Getting a pep talk by Sam Wilson, the Captain America does just that 👏🏻

Red, White & True: Manhattan & Brooklyn (1/?)

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers (future x curvy Millennial Female!Reader), Pepper Potts, Sam Wilson Word Count: 4k Summary: "There was an idea..." Words at the heart of what brought the Avengers together. Pepper Potts has persuaded Steve Rogers to step up and help again - but this time in a battle to The White House. She invites you to consider a key position.

Content/Warnings: none

Notes: This takes place in a post-Endgame scenario where Steve stays and generally most of TFATWS happened.

Prologue | Series

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[MAY 15 - Manhattan, New York]

You try not to hold still while you wait in the lobby, but you’re nervous and the longer you sit, the more difficult it is to resist drumming your fingers, tapping your foot, jiggling your right leg as it’s crossed over your left, or even just chewing on your bottom lip.

You’re not anxious at all over meeting with Pepper, but what has you on alert is the possibility that you could theoretically meet Steve Rogers, former Captain America, today.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. The lobby of Stark Industries is immaculate, all sleek lines and modern design. The large windows let in plenty of natural light, making the space feel open and inviting despite its corporate purpose.

Your mind wanders back to your college days when you’d walked into a different Stark Industries lobby for the first time, a hopeful intern wanting to make a difference at the then-new Stark Foundation office. Pepper had been very involved in building the Foundation at the time, and had become a key mentor and - as the years passed and you left Stark Industries - a dear friend. She had helped fuel some of your late-night study sessions through grad school. Living in a new state, she had shown up and seen you through breakups, family drama, and the stress of putting together your thesis. Even when your paths diverged, you'd managed to stay in touch.

Back then, she’d become like the older sister you never had, seeing you through some of the difficult years figuring out how to be a real adult. Now, here you are, waiting to potentially join a presidential campaign she’s orchestrating for none other than Steve Rogers.

The receptionist's voice startles you out of your reverie. "Ms. Potts will see you now."

You stand, smoothing down your carefully chosen outfit - professional, but not stuffy. As you follow the receptionist down the hallway, your mind races with possibilities. What position could Pepper have in mind for you? Your background in political science and your years working in non-profit management seem like they could be useful, but you can't help feeling a little out of your depth.

As you approach Pepper's office, you take a deep breath to steady yourself. The door opens, and there she is - Pepper Potts, looking as poised and confident as ever in a crisp white blouse and tailored navy suit. Her strawberry blonde hair is pulled back in a neat ponytail, and her smile is warm and welcoming.

"It's so good to see you," she says, embracing you in a quick hug. "Come in, please."

You step into her spacious office, taking in the floor-to-ceiling windows with a breathtaking view of the city skyline. Pepper gestures to a comfortable-looking chair across from her desk, and you sit, trying to keep your nerves in check.

"I appreciate you coming on such short notice," Pepper begins. "I know it's been a few years since we’ve been able to catch up - even before the Blip.”

You were among the half who disappeared - still such a strange concept to grasp though you were supposedly settled back in. “I was happy to come! And of course I don’t mind a trip on the Stark Industries dime,” you say with a grin.

"Can I get you anything? Water? Coffee?"

You shake your head. "I'm fine, thanks."

Pepper settles into her chair, folding her hands on the desk. "So, I know I told you we’re putting together the campaign team for Rogers for America, but I'm sure you're wondering more specifically why I called you here."

You nod, leaning forward in your chair, eager to hear Pepper’s vision.

"We're putting together an incredible team," she begins, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've been reaching out to some of the brightest minds in politics, economics, and social justice. We have former White House staffers, grassroots organizers, and even a few unexpected faces from the private sector who are eager to contribute their expertise."

You are instantly intrigued, trying to imagine the caliber of people she's describing. Your mind races with possibilities - perhaps that brilliant campaign manager who orchestrated the upset victory in the last Senate race, or the economist whose revolutionary ideas about sustainable development have been making waves in academic circles.

"We've got strategists who are anticipating every move our opponents might make," Pepper continues, "and communications experts who can craft messages that will resonate with voters across the political spectrum.”

You listen intently, trying to pinpoint where you might fit into this powerhouse group.

"There's Maria Hill," Pepper continues, "who's handling security and intelligence briefings. She's got connections that'll be invaluable. Then there's Peter Parker - you might know him as Spider-Man - he's officially our youth outreach coordinator, but he's also got a brilliant scientific mind that we're tapping into for policy development."

Your eyebrows raise at the mention of Spider-Man.

Pepper leans forward, her eyes locking with yours. "But here's the thing - we're not just assembling a team of political operatives and policy experts. We need people who understand the heart of what we're trying to do, who can see the bigger picture and help keep us grounded in our core values."

Your heart begins to race as you start to realize where this might be going.

"That's where you come in," Pepper says, a warm smile spreading across her face. "I've watched your career over the years, how you've navigated the non-profit world, building coalitions and making real change happen. You have a gift for bringing people together, for seeing connections that others miss. Your experience gives you a unique perspective that we desperately need."

Your heart races as you process her words. You had assumed you might be offered some kind of advisory role, perhaps in fundraising or event planning. Maybe even appearance management or offering occasional input on strategy. But from Pepper's tone, it sounds like she has something more substantial in mind.

"Where do you see me on this team?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I've been putting a lot of thought into this," Pepper continues, her voice filled with conviction. “You know we’re doing something unconventional. Did you read the presidential plan?”

You nod. Steve’s bid for President of the United States was still technically not public knowledge. You had signed an NDA - being told only that you were receiving a proposal Pepper wanted your input and consultation on, with potential to join the team if you supported the initiative, and just silence if you didn’t.

“It’s bold, idealistic, aspirational; but it’s also unapologetic, has clear plans of action, and could be transformational in ways we haven’t seen in living memory,” you give your assessment.

“And it’s something you could see yourself being a part of?”

You take a deep breath, but smile genuinely. “I couldn’t sleep the first night after you sent it over. I couldn’t stop reading, hoping, re-reading, imagining possibilities!”

“Good,” Pepper responds. “Perfect.”

“Put me to work wherever you need me!”

“I was hoping you would say that because I have a very specific position I need to get filled, and you’re my first - and only - pick for the job.”

“Pepper, stop holding out!” A nervous and eager laugh escapes you. “Tell me!”

Her response slams into you like a freight train, knocking the air from your lungs.

“Future First Lady.”

You feel your jaw drop in shock, almost hitting the ground as your mind races with disbelief and anger. The room feels like it's spinning as you struggle to process the weight of her words.

"What?" you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper. "Pepper, I... I don't understand. First Lady? But that would mean..."

Pepper holds up a hand, her expression serious. "We're not just running a campaign here. We're trying to redefine what leadership looks like in this country. Steve is an incredible man, and he needs a partner who understands the complexities of modern America, not just a trophy wife, someone who can connect with people from all walks of life."

You shake your head, still reeling. "But I'm not - I mean, Steve and I aren't even - we've never even met!"

"I know," Pepper says softly. "That's part of the plan. We want to show that leadership isn't about who you're married to or what your last name is. It's about vision, compassion, and the ability to bring people together."

Pepper leans back in her chair, her expression at least revealing some concern over your reaction. "I know it's a lot to take in."

"A lot to take in?" you interrupt, your voice rising. "Pepper, it's insane! It’s May, and the election is in November. How could I possibly be the First Lady?"

Pepper holds up a hand, trying to calm you. "I know, I know. Let me explain."

But you're on a roll now, your initial shock giving way to indignation. "Explain what? How you thought it was okay to offer me a position that requires me to be married to a stranger? Use me to score points?”

"I understand your reaction," Pepper says calmly, "but please, hear me out. This isn't about scoring political points or creating some sham marriage. We're trying to redefine what leadership looks like in this country."

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. "Go on," you say, your voice tight, “because you’re still trotting out marriage.”

"We can’t outright ignore traditional expectations and polling numbers. If Steve were running as the nominee for either of the major parties, we could probably win without him being married, but since he’s running as an independent, he needs a wife. That being said, we want to move away from the traditional concept of the First Lady as just the President's wife," Pepper explains. "The vision is a First Partnership. Two people who work together. There’ve been a few First Ladies who have done more with their platform and position, and that’s what we would want for you, too.”

You chew on your lip, not persuaded yet, but a little less angry.

“We have an opportunity to show what a healthy partnership in marriage could look like to new generations. You’re my first and only choice because of your skills, experience, and the vision I know you would bring to the table. But you’re also my first and only choice because I think you two are well-suited for each other.”

You open your mouth to protest, but Pepper raises her hand to stop you.

“You and Steve don’t have to put on a show and be madly in love - that’s not what I want, that’s not what he wants or expects either.”

You frown. “What does he expect?” you ask. And then you perk up even more. “Has he agreed to this? Shouldn’t he at least be here to make the offer himself?”

Pepper sighs. “It was easier for me to convince him to run in the first place than to agree that he needed a wife.”

“But you’re telling me he did agree?”

Pepper nods. “He did.”

You unconsciously rub the empty space on your left ring finger. “Couldn’t we just get engaged and leave the question of a marriage for whether or not he wins?”

A soft laugh falls from Pepper’s mouth. “He actually asked the same thing.”

“And…?” You raise your eyes expectantly.

“The public would rake us over the coals and accuse us of only doing it as a publicity stunt. The campaign would become a gossip column on your relationship status and nothing more.”

“But isn’t it a publicity stunt?”

“We can spin a marriage that seems to appear out of nowhere. Steve’s always been a private person when it comes to his personal life. We will tell people you met through me - which is true. I thought you were well-suited for each other - which I do. When people asked why the wedding just before announcing his bid for the presidency, we tell them you two didn’t want your relationship status to become the big question on everyone’s minds so they can focus on the platforms and policies instead and that every marriage takes work regardless of the length of the courtship.”

You sit in stunned silence for a moment, trying to process everything Pepper has said. The idea of marrying someone you've never met, let alone becoming the First Lady of the United States, seems utterly surreal. And yet, there's a part of you that's intrigued by the challenge, by the opportunity to make a real difference on such a grand scale.

"I need some time to think about this," you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Pepper nods understandingly. "Of course. It's a lot to take in. But I want you to know that I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't think you were perfect for this role. Not just as a political partner, but as someone who could genuinely connect with Steve."

You raise an eyebrow. "You really think we'd be well-suited?"

"I do," Pepper says with confidence and warmth.

You rub your ring finger again, but this time you see Pepper’s eyes drop to watch your unconscious action, and you quickly stop. Her eyes, when you meet them again, are full of sympathy. You both lost husbands, but you don’t want to talk about it, yet again, and you don’t want to bring up a painful subject for her either.

She can read that in your tight-lipped smile.

So instead she says, “I can give you three days to think it over.”

You sigh and rise from your seat to go. “I don’t know if that’s long enough, but if you give me three days or three weeks, I don’t think it will change my decision I’ll land on. Give me the night to sleep on it. I think I’ll know by tomorrow morning.”

[JUNE 4 - Brooklyn, New York]

Three weeks later, your life has been packed up and put in a truck on its way to the new brownstone in Brooklyn that’s been acquired for you and Steve to move into, and you’re sitting at a table in a café a few blocks away, waiting to meet your future husband for the first time over breakfast. Every time the bell rings over the door, you dart your head to see if it’s him, but he’s evidently running late.

As you wait, checking to see if you have any messages on your phone, the bell over the door chimes once more. This time, when you look up, your breath catches in your throat. A tall, athletic man with dark skin and an easy smile has entered the café. You recognize him immediately as Sam Wilson, the new Captain America. Your heart sinks a little as you realize Steve isn't with him.

Sam spots you and makes his way over, his stride confident but casual. As he approaches, you notice the way his eyes scan the room, a habit born from years of military training and superhero work. He's dressed in civilian clothes - a leather jacket over a simple t-shirt and jeans - but there's no mistaking the aura of strength and capability that surrounds him.

"You must be the future Mrs. Rogers," Sam says with a warm smile, extending his hand. "I'm Sam Wilson. Steve asked me to come apologize and explain - and to have breakfast with you, if you’ll have me.”

You nod, forcing a smile, and shake his hand. "Of course. I understand.” You motion toward the chair across the table from you, inviting him to sit. “I know campaign prep must keep him incredibly busy."

Ever since you’d accepted the proposition to marry Steve Rogers and join him on the campaign trail to the White House, your own life had turned upside down, giving you hardly any time to breathe, and you’d been told this was only a mild version of what your own schedule was going to look like once Steve formally announced.

“Former President Bartlet agreed to meet with him, and the schedules ended up aligning this morning for Steve to go up to New Hampshire for a sit down,” Sam explains.

“President Bartlet?” you can’t help the awe in your voice. “I’d skip out on breakfast with me, too.”

“I hope I’m not a disappointment of a substitute,” Sam teases. “Since we’ll be working together as part of the senior staff, I volunteered because I was eager to finally meet you.”

His smile is genuine, and you feel the absolute truth of his sentiment. It melts away some of your disappointment and worry.

In return, your smile becomes a little warmer and easier. “I can’t help being a little disappointed - since I was hoping to finally meet my future husband - but he’s unemployed and you’re technically Captain America, so I guess it’s really an upgrade.”

Sam laughs. “Oh, I’m going to love you, I can tell.”

“Just promise me he’ll actually be at the ceremony tomorrow?” you ask. Your tone is light, but Sam calls your bluff.

His laughter fades, replaced by a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, he'll be there. Wild horses couldn't keep him away. Or androids. Or aliens. Or wizards. Or..." He trails off, realizing he might be overdoing it. "You get the idea."

You nod, appreciating Sam's attempt at humor. "I hope so. It would be pretty awkward to explain to the press why the groom was a no-show at his own wedding."

"Trust me, Steve takes this very seriously," Sam says, his tone becoming more earnest. "He may not know you yet, but he respects you and the commitment you're making. He's not the type to back out or let you down."

You nod, feeling a mix of relief and nervousness. "I suppose I should get used to schedule changes and last-minute adjustments," you say, trying to keep your tone light.

"It's part of the package," Sam agrees. "But so is having a team of people who have your back, no matter what." He leans forward, his eyes meeting yours intently. "I want you to know that includes me. We're not just colleagues in this; we're family."

His words touch you deeply, and you feel a bloom of warmth in your chest, the firs time you’ve felt grounded since you agreed to do this. "Thank you, Sam," you manage to say. "That means a lot."

The waitress approaches, he orders coffee, and you both order breakfast.

As she walks away, you take a sip of the drink you’d ordered while you were waiting before, mulling over Sam's words. "Can I ask you something, Sam? You know Steve better than almost anyone. Do you think...?”

You hesitate, uncertain if you should voice your doubts to Sam. But his open, friendly demeanor encourages you to continue, and you’re going to need to learn to trust this new circle of people you’ll be surrounded with.

"Do you think this is crazy?" you finally ask, your voice barely above a whisper. "Marrying someone I've never even met, maybe becoming First Lady... it all feels so surreal."

Sam leans back in his chair, considering your question carefully. "Crazy? Maybe," he admits with a small smile. "But then again, I've seen a lot of crazy things in my time with the Avengers. This? This actually feels like one of the more normal things I've been part of."

You can't help but chuckle at that, some of the tension easing from your shoulders.

"Look," Sam continues, his tone becoming more serious. "I won't lie to you. It's not going to be easy. The scrutiny, the pressure, the constant demands on your time and energy - it's going to be a lot. But if anyone can handle it, it's Steve. And from what I've heard about you, I think you're up for the challenge, too."

Sam pauses as the waitress returns with your breakfasts and his coffee. Once she's gone, he continues, "Steve doesn't do anything halfway. When he commits to something, he's all in. And he's committed to this - to you, to this campaign, to trying to make a real difference."

You nod, appreciating his honesty. "And what about... us? Steve and me, I mean. Do you think we can make this work? Not just for the campaign, but as a real partnership?"

Sam's eyes soften. "Steve's one of the best men I know. He's loyal, compassionate, and has a moral compass that doesn't quit. But he's also been through a lot, and he can be... guarded. It might take some time for him to open up fully."

You absorb this information, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity about your future husband. "I appreciate your honesty, Sam," you say softly. "I guess we'll both be navigating uncharted waters."

Sam nods, taking a sip of his coffee before responding. "True, but you won't be doing it alone. Not only do you have the support of the team, but I think you and Steve might surprise yourselves. You both have a strong sense of purpose, a desire to help others. That's a solid foundation to build on."

You pick at your breakfast, mulling over Sam's words. "I just hope we can find some common ground beyond the campaign," you admit.

Sam leans in, his expression earnest. "Like I said, when Steve commits to something, he gives it his all. That includes relationships. He may be reserved at first, but once he lets you in, you'll have his unwavering loyalty and support."

You nod, feeling a bit more reassured. "I appreciate that. I’m not some hopeless romantic, I’m not looking to be swept off my feet, but I just hope we can find some chemistry, some spark beyond just being political partners."

Sam chuckles. "Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about that. Steve might be from the 1940s, but he's still a red-blooded man. And you," he gestures at you with his fork, "are definitely his type."

You feel your cheeks flush slightly. "His type?"

"Smart, independent, passionate about making a difference," Sam lists off. “

Your work in non-profits, your passion for social justice - that's right up Steve's alley. Plus, you've got that whole 'take no crap' vibe that he needs. I have a sense about these things, and you have it.”

You laugh, feeling some of the tension dissipate. "Well, I'll take your word for it. Though I have to admit, the idea of being Steve Rogers' 'type' is a bit surreal."

Sam grins. "Trust me, once you two actually meet, you'll see what I mean. Just don't let that 'aw shucks' routine fool you. He might look like an all-American boy scout, but there's a lot more going on under the surface."

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."

Sam shakes his head, still smiling. "Nah, I'll let you discover that for yourself. Where's the fun if I spoil all the surprises?"

You roll your eyes good-naturedly. "Fine, keep your secrets. But seriously, Sam, thank you. For breakfast, for the pep talk, for everything. I'm really glad I got to meet you before tomorrow."

"Me too," Sam says, raising his coffee mug in a mock toast. "To new beginnings and unexpected partnerships."

You clink your own mug against his, feeling a surge of warmth and camaraderie. As you finish your breakfast, the conversation flows easily between you and Sam. He regales you with stories of his adventures with Steve, carefully omitting any classified details but painting a vivid picture of the man you're about to marry.

You learn about Steve's dry sense of humor, his unwavering loyalty to his friends, and his surprising skill at sketching. Sam describes missions where Steve's quick thinking saved the day, but also quieter moments - movie nights with the team, intense debates over board games, and Steve's ongoing struggle to catch up on pop culture.

As Sam talks, you find yourself leaning in, captivated by these glimpses of reality, getting to know more about the man behind the myth. And even if the next twenty-four hours will be a whirlwind of you choosing and getting fitted for your wedding dress; interviewing candidates that have been vetted for your personal staff - assistant, pr strategist, stylist, initiative director; and a bachelorette party; you feel like you’ll be able to face it all with the bit of reassurance you’ve gained by spending this time with Sam.

next part: LAS VEGAS & CLEVELAND

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[maximuswolf]

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[witch-hazels-musings]

Hey Hazel it’s been a bit!

I hope you have been doing well, I saw that you have another mini event in the works and seems really cute, maybe this time I’ll be creative enough to ask for one of your incredible creations.💙

I’ve been okay, life is kinda “ehhhh” right now so that’s fun. On the bright side after a year I finally got Kazuha 😌 I love my poet samurai so much I really need to get better stuff for him tho but the anemo domain hates me🥲 I also come baring other news as well...I had also decided to take a chance and pull for Klee (I just had to try to reunite Albedo with his sister I just had to) and I did it...I got Diluc!!!!

I’m honestly really happy (bummed of course not getting the focus character but still) I’ve wanted Diluc since the beginning and the man never came home (maybe because I practically main his brother) I’m very excited, I honestly never really thought the day would come since I first started playing November 2020 but I got him now and that’s what matters! Unfortunately, I got like no artifacts for him so right now the poor guy is running with adequate 2 peice Crimson and 2 peice Gladiator 😅😅 poor guy is suffering lol

Anyways I just wanted to update you about me finally getting Kazuha and Diluc 😊 Anyways I hope you have a good day/night

-🦊

P.s. I found this post of Diluc earlier and thought cause it’s Diluc you’d might wanna see it not sure if it’s your style tbh but you probably think any Diluc is a good Diluc (and you’re right lol)

Link: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg2GmMELy5z/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

Congratulations on getting Kazuha!! That's awesome 🤩🤩🤩 he's my fav sub dps, high quality skills and just so goooooood!! And though you wanted klee, you did get the grumpy weirdo so that's a plus. He just wanted to make sure it was safe for klee 😭

And that artwork LOLOLOL I CANT 😭😭😭