#jam and clay stuff but still

[happi-dreams]

watched an insane brick film bout the space fellas and so a benny doodle page

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Jan behind the cut; the Gotham Kid. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Kid actually jams the warehouse doors with his TTK, then steps forward into the street. Just–there’s other exits out of the building, obviously. He wouldn’t trap them all in there. 

He just needs to be sure no one’s gonna freak out and fuck up into following him right now, is all.

Kid does find some clay. It’s smeared across the bars of a grate he passes. It’s hard to tell if it’s from Clayface dragging his injured body away into the sewers to hide or just . . . blood splatter, technically. 

Blood splatter, or . . .

Kid doesn’t feel anyone or anything Clayface’s size moving anywhere nearby, but his TTK is still acting up, so maybe . . . maybe he’s just missing him–like, not picking up on him–or maybe Clayface is just already holed up and hidden away somewhere, or . . . 

Or maybe Kid’s just fucking deluding himself. 

Kid trembles, just once, and then fists his hands and locks his TTK around his muscles, and makes himself cross the street. 

No sign of Clayface, aside from the clay on the sewer grate. No blood or body parts anywhere immediately visible or TTK-able. No bodies anywhere, at least not as far as Kid can see or feel. His TTK keeps flickering unreliably, which is–it doesn’t work great against fire or temperature or concussive force and literally all of that stuff happens in explosions and all at once, so . . . probably that’s why it’s kinda fucked-up right now, yeah. He thinks, anyway. 

The street smells like burnt rubber and motor oil and a little bit like almonds, which Clark’s memories say is a plastic explosives thing. They also provide him with a list of search pattern options to use on search-and-rescue missions, which is more, like–immediately helpful, at least in theory. 

Sector search’ll be best, probably, at least right now. He’s not going aerial, obviously, and expanding square is too– 

Something moves. Kid’s TTK is still flickering in and out and only just catches it, but–something definitely just moved. 

He doesn’t run straight towards it, whatever it is. He probably would’ve, before he figured out he was remembering Superman’s memories and lived six months in the worst parts of Gotham, but he knows better now. Rushing straight towards the problem only solves the problem in very specific situations, and “standing in the middle of a blown-up street in Crime Alley while trying to do search-and-rescue without looking like you either have superpowers or know how to do search-and-rescue” is not one of those situations. Not even remotely. 

Kid adjusts his search pattern carefully to work his way towards that hitched little flash of movement and concentrates on getting his TTK back under control enough to feel what’s ahead. Visually, he sees a couple of cars that got blown off the street crashed sideways across the mouth of a skinny alleyway. Tactilely, he feels . . . 

There’s a body in the alley behind the cars, yeah. Physically male, tall and broad and muscular; prone on its back, head lolled to one side and breathing slow and steady and careful, one arm clutched tight to its side. 

It’s Pete, and he’s alive. Injured, definitely, but–but alive. 

So that’s at least one person Kid maybe hasn’t gotten killed, depending on just how injured Pete actually is. 

Kid swallows rough and hard; clenches his fists for a moment and stiffens his shoulders; squares up like he’s trying to scare someone off. Makes himself big, like he used to try to when he was brand-new and in Metropolis and desperate for the kind of attention he didn’t know was dangerous. 

Then he just–makes as much tension as he can go out of himself and tries to just–calm himself, and center himself, and . . . 

Clark could do that a lot better than he can, no matter what he remembers about how to do it, but it’s . . . something, Kid guesses. Just–a little better, anyway. 

It’s . . . a start, yeah. 

He clambers over the cars because he’s not stupid enough to fly–hasn’t flown once since leaving Metropolis, in fact, not for anything and especially not in Gotham–and especially he’s not stupid enough to fly when he doesn’t know who might be sneaking around. The cops aren’t gonna show up for at least a couple hours, assuming they even bother showing up at all, but that doesn’t mean Crime Alley’s empty right now. If nothing else, no matter what happened to Clayface, Killer Croc is still supposed to be out here somewhere. 

Or there could always be a Bat. 

Their response times are a hell of a lot better than the cops’, around here.

[mirrow-hamato]

Okay, okay so i saw you guys liking the idea of Mafia Brozone au. So i decided give you some more info of it as headcanons + concept.

Imagine a bit different world that we usually expect in trolls. A huge city where small and big creatures live together (Aka Zootopia, i guess???). And one of the most small, but sneaky mafia group was Brozone. Five troll brothers. Elusive and too bold. (They probably took Branch with them just because they needed to babysit him somehow tho. Imagine all of brothers have special suit thingy so they can place Branch in there. ).

After they split up, Branch was left to granny, until some bad guys killed her. He was left to the shelter. There he also meets Poppy that is actually just a lost child. That's how they slowly becoming friends and growing up together.

What for other bros?

Floyd becomes a photographer and just enjoying his calm life. He really didn't have anything close to stuff he used to do. But he can't avoid that he sometimes miss the dangerous adventures.

Clay becomes a teacher in one of the biggest uni's! (University). Also just enjoys his life, learning kids and even got a new (girl)friend - Viva (who's also a teacher.) and very rarely calls to his big brother - Bruce. Clay still accidentally use his talent that he used to use back in days. For example, open a jamming locker with his fist or deftly catch all the sheets of papers that have scattered due to students running around. But he's really trying to hide this. He don't want to be part of it again. (Or does he?)

Bruce is a happy father man. After he left Brozone he kept doing small crimes all alone. Until he got caught but agents. Guess who was the lady boss? Brandi of course. This man fall in love very quickly and decided to let his dark past go and start new life with his love. Later, when they married, they both quit the agents job to rise kids in calm peaceful life. (But you really don't want to mess with any of them, cuz they still pretty good at smashing.) Also! Bruce find a good use to his strength - he becomes a redneck guy, a very good one. And yea, sometimes he calls Clay to hang out somewhere in bar or go for bowling.

And John Dory, of course. How not ironically that was, he becomes a police guy, but not really for long time. He realises that such boring stuff is not for him so he grabbed all his saving (like money ya know) and decides to buy a mini vane to live in far far away from anyone. Also in this AU Rahonda is a puppy. You can imagine some sad back stories where John saves this little girl and adopts it and saying something like:"Looks like you're as lonely as me, huh? That’s okay, now even if we are alone, we have eachother." He and his little girl living by themselves, without any worries, because they both don't need much money to survive. And believe me, John have a damn tonnes of money. He just lost the point of using it so much. Even though he does buy a lot of cute doggy stuff for Rahonda. But he would not tell you about that haha.

The story of it? Viva finds out about her long lost sister being captured. So Viva have to ask Clay very much to help her until all bros slowly get together to rescue Poppy. (Later then find out that Branch was captured too, which will make them even more angry and determined.)

+ a funny bonus for that Viva is good at boxing tho.

[fountainpenguin]

"So take it all... The city's yours! It's worth fighting for. It's all mine... it's all yours!" (x)

Chalaza

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🧡 Short multi-chapter - Work in progress

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He pushes his thumb against Martyn's gumline. Martyn rolls his eyes, but doesn't bite. Maybe just to mess with him, Bdubs hitches the curve of his lip higher. "Huh. You've still got all your spawnling teeth. I don't even see any budding fangs… Hey- you wanna punch me in the face?" "Yessir, but that's unrelated to the XP gain." "Oh, you're freakin' hilarious…" Bdubs withdraws his hand, wiping it dry against his leg. Since all of Martyn's friends have been jumpy, wide-eyed sheep with extra evasive sprinkles since they got here, Bdubs cracks the conversation open like a smacked walnut: "Where did you get your Education? Some sort of cult, right?"

Bdubs and Etho wrestle a skin on their server hub’s newest cult escapee. The glowing, hissing Martyn lives in a fishbowl (and/or under Etho’s couch) until he doesn’t.

OR, after Martyn's escape from the EVO hub, Bdubs helps him integrate into a proper phantom hybrid flock. A study in pixel people biology, culture, and social dynamics. Enjoy!

(First 1,000 words below the cut)

Chalaza

Egg Crackers

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Martyn is dead, but unfortunately, no one's had the chance to tell that to Martyn. Martyn's in a fishbowl. Well, like… Martyn's soul is in the fishbowl- his skin fell in the Void. Or maybe got vaporized? Not sure. He looks like glowing blue smoothie stuff, complete with weird sprinkle colors, but Bdubs is pretty sure Etho would strangle him if he tried putting Martyn in a cup. Can you get drunk on real souls like you can on raw binary code? Huh…

Nobody in New Star Station's ever seen nothing like this. Or if they have, they sure haven't said that to Bdubs. Etho said the guy's trying to fight a system overload - Martyn; Martyn's trying (Etho says) - but it sure is violent. Geez…

Every couple minutes, Martyn's consciousness seizes up like a kicked cat. It twirls around like mashed-together clay. You get a huge spiral. You might even get part of a face or a clawing hand. Bdubs has been carrying the fishbowl for two days, even to that way fancy restaurant Etho likes, because it's really cool and you get to show him off to so many people this way, and he gets to be all "Sorry- Etho said only I can hold him." And Etho's the best healer ever and he can fix anything, so it's going to be okay.

But… still, even if he looks cool, Martyn can't hold his form. He comes crashing down every time. So Martyn stays in the fishbowl, because it's better than a bucket, and frankly this was a stupid waste of glass a couple years ago and it's good to put it to some use now. Bdubs keeps chucking pieces of sausage in there because maybe Martyn'll like that, but so far it's just been Martyn and the sausage and the other sausage and the other other sausage in the bowl, and Etho's probably gonna slap him for that.

"This is the voidfish market," Bdubs says anyway, holding Martyn's fishbowl above his head. Oh- we skipped forward. It's Wednesday now and not much has changed. If Martyn's a soul, he maybe won't be able to see out his eyes. If he's got free-cam, then probably. It's complicated; Bdubs leaves all that coding stuff to Etho anyway. He gives the fishbowl a slight rattle, just to wake Martyn up. "I guess you already know this place, huh? You flew out of the Void! Like, what? I can't believe you found us! We're a secret underground portal hub, and you just flew right in from the bottom! I never even knew you could do that! Ohhh, Scott's gonna fix it. You watch. He'll figure it out; no one's ever getting in again. You're lucky, Martyn. You're so lucky."

Martyn rests like impossibly bright jam inside the bowl. He doesn't seem interested in the market. Huh. Oh well. Bdubs swivels on his heel and walks down the street, even though the bowl bonks his head on every step. See, it's funnier when you're like, talking to people all normal and suddenly Martyn lurches up and makes grabby claw hands before he falls into the bowl again. Pixels spurt and crackle like tiny, tiny fireworks. Maybe he can't respawn inside the bowl. Is it too small?

How much sand does it take to make a giant bowl? Hmm… And would it be weird to reuse a giant "soul bowl" for cereal at a later time? I mean, you don't wanna waste something like that. That's a lot of glass. It'd be washed first, obviously.

It's been like three days. Nobody's gotten close enough to put a skin on Martyn yet, so Bdubs can't even put a face to his name. Martyn's just a hissing, writhing mess of blue and dashes of white - He's all claws and wings and sometimes teeth or tail. But even if they had a skin tailored to fit him, how're they supposed to get it on him? This guy can't hold his form! The only reason they even know his name is Martyn is 'cuz that's what the new guy Jimmy called him, and Jimmy's having problems keeping his arm together, so it's just a party where everyone's in pain, huh?

"I could eat you," Bdubs says, just to make casual polite conversation. The streets down here in the underground are okay-crowded today, though most people back off when they see a phantom hybrid coming. This may also be 'cuz he just said he might eat somebody and people don't really assume that Martyn can hear them or even get that he's still alive. "My player file's in the server hub, right? So, y'know… I can cycle you through and you're s'posed to respawn just fine! My species' whole thing is stabilizing weird code like yours. Yours too! You're gonna join my flock, right? That'll be fun. A rest will make you less sleepy. You should let me eat you."

Martyn's soul doesn't do much unless he's thrashing around. You can kinda talk to him, but he's not much for conversation. Maybe he can't hear. He probably doesn't have ears. He can't seem to project enough conscious thoughts to signal anything to Bdubs' communicator- not even anything weird and panicky like "stop stop stop." He doesn't even swim around! Why's he in a fishbowl? That's stupid. Briefly, Bdubs debates dumping him in the town square fountain. Maybe cold water will wake him up. Maybe he needs more sausage.

"Oh, I've got an idea. Tango? You know Tango? You probably don't know Tango; you only saw him for like a sec before you melted, I heard. Yeah, I heard you crashed and went up in flames like two seconds after leaving the Void. Well, not flame, but you know what I mean. Hey, Tango's got this huge countertop! We should pour you on that and push a giant cookie cutter in you. Or maybe we should pour you inside a skin anyway and see what happens. I mean, skin's sticky on the inside, right? It's got… adhesion, or whatever."

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[drabbles-mc]

Try Enjoying It

David Hale x Tara Knowles

Warnings: 18+, language, pining

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I wrote this for the love of my life @garbinge for the Trick or Treat Exchange and I had the time of my life doing it. I've thought so much about these two together in the past and it was so nice to actually get to write something for them. I also realize I haven't really written any canon character x canon character stuff and posted it here but I do have things lurking around in the docs lmao. Anyway! Enjoy!

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Halloween in Charming was about what you’d expect from any small town. Kids were running from door to door, parents half-heartedly playing catch-up with them to make sure they didn’t get too far away. Lights were on above almost every doorway, decorations abound. It was a sweet scene, for the most part.

Just like every other town, though, Halloween in Charming came with its own set of trouble and chaos. Teenagers were running amok causing trouble. Twenty-something’s partied a little too hard and made some stupid decisions in the wake of it. Extra work for Charming PD, but nothing that was unmanageable—they knew it was coming every year.

The one thing that set Charming apart from other small towns, all 365 nights of the year not just Halloween, was the Sons of Anarchy. And, while the club wasn’t exactly known for being festive on Halloween, they were known for causing trouble. Real trouble. Again, that wasn’t something that was specific to the holidays. It was easier to try and hide their messes when there were so many other things going on, though. And they tried.

Hale missed what the original call was on the radio. The details of it didn’t make it through the static but what he did hear was the location, and that was all he really needed to hear. He tried to wrap up the current situation on his hands as quickly as possible. After all, it wasn’t like the kids buying beer from the corner store with fake ID’s were really doing any serious damage. Hale would never admit it, but he was actually a little impressed that they at least tried to be creative enough with their costumes to not get busted for using fakes. Too bad the man behind the counter had been working there long enough to have seen every trick in the book.

By the time that Hale got to the clubhouse, there were still cop cars parked at the compound, lights on but sirens off. Pulling in, he saw Gemma yelling at one of his other officers, Clay standing just a few steps away shaking his head at it all. Whatever the call must’ve been that triggered this, it couldn’t have been that serious if Clay was still there.

Stepping out of his car, Hale walked over. The second Gemma heard his footsteps on the ground she turned and focused all of her attention on him. “Are you the one who started all of this shit?” she asked.

Hale lifted his eyebrows slightly, the smirk on his face was unprofessional, sure, but it wasn’t as though Gemma was the type to give a damn about professionalism. “I don’t even know why we’re all here.”

“Just you and your guys, looking for any reason to jam us up.”

He gave a slow nod. “Yeah,” sarcasm dripped off his voice, “sounds like us.”

The officer she’d been speaking to previously cleared his throat, earning his way back into the conversation even if he didn’t want to deal with more of Gemma’s wrath. “They took Teller and Winston down to the station.”

Hale nodded. “Alright. You got things here, then?”

The young officer clearly didn’t want to be left to his own devices again with Gemma, but he also knew that Hale only phrased it as a question to be polite—he didn’t have a choice in the matter any more than Jax and Opie had a choice in getting brought to the station. “I got it here.”

Hale whipped into the station parking lot just a handful of minutes later. Hopping out of his car, he wasted no time heading right in. It was impossible to miss that Jax and Opie weren’t the only people who had been picked up over the course of the night. There were a few teenagers in the holding cells—they probably wouldn’t even end up booking them, really, just calling their parents and getting them in a bit of trouble at home. A few hours in a cell might be a decent deterrent for a bit, though, so they let them marinate in there.

He ran into Unser before anyone else, which he should’ve seen coming considering who it was that was picked up. There hadn’t been a time in recent history when Unser didn’t look annoyed, but he seemed more annoyed than usual under the current circumstances.

“What’s going on, Chief?” Hale asked, more smug than he had the right to be considering he didn’t have any idea what was going on outside of Jax and Opie being picked up.

“Why don’t you tell me. What the hell are you hoping to get out of Jax and his friend in there?”

Hale held his hands out just slightly, palms out like a sign of innocence. “I didn’t bring them in—I just showed up after the fact.” He paused, letting Unser turn that information over in his mind before asking, “What’d they get brought in for?”

“What started off as a noise complaint turned into assault on a police officer,” one of their other officers piped up before Unser could try and respond to downplay the issue.

Hale couldn’t hide the confusion on his face. “Assault on a—”

“Jax took a swing when one of the guys got smart,” Unser said with a shake of his head.

“When he got smart?” David couldn’t stop the incredulity from sneaking into his voice. He knew that Unser was always going to be pulling for the men in the MC, but sometimes it still managed to shock him.

“Yeah,” Unser replied, no hesitation, just as stubborn as the man in front of him. “Maybe we should have the rookies stop following you around—put ‘em with someone who can teach a little bedside manner.”

Hale rolled his eyes. “Like you? Might end up getting a little too close to the be—”

“Yo!” Jax yelled out from the cell. “Hale, what the hell are we doing in here?”

Hale chuckled. “From the sounds of it, you’re here because you assaulted a police officer.”

Jax scoffed. “Assault. Jesus Christ. Gemma’s hit me harder than I hit him.”

Hale didn’t mean to smile but he still did. “I believe that.” He paused, sucking in a deep, dramatic sigh as he dragged the moment out longer than necessary. Anything to get more of a rise out of Jax. “Assault on a police officer. Not great for either of you, considering everything. Bail for that isn’t gonna be cheap.”

“You serious?” Opie piped up.

Hale shrugged. “Or you can ride it out. Go home in the morning.”

Opie grunted before letting his head fall back against the wall. “Fuck that.”

“Well, guess there isn’t anything I can do for you two, then.” He turned to Unser and the other officer. “Make sure they don’t manage to slip out. Cut ‘em loose in the morning.”

Unser tried to stop him. “Do you really think this is the best use—”

“They can post bail or they can wait it out,” Hale cut him off. “Just like everyone else in Charming.”

Hale was turning on his heel and heading towards the exit before Unser could get another word in edge-wise. He left them with a remark about how if they managed to get anything in a report that could actually stick, to leave it on his desk and he would look at it in the morning. Realistically, Hale knew that whatever someone had called in on the club for, wasn’t going to amount to anything. Same way that Jax and Opie getting into it with his guys wasn’t going to stick either. He was aware of all that, but he was also aware of the fact that it was all going to be annoying and inconvenient for the club. That was worth it enough, in Hale’s opinion.

When he was walking down the steps of the station, he saw a familiar car rolling onto the lot. He slowed down as his boots hit the pavement. The cocky feeling that just had him walking tall out of the station evaporated immediately when Tara’s cutlass slow to a stop and park right next to his Jeep.

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath, forcing himself to keep walking. He didn’t know why he felt guilty as he walked closer to her car—none of what had unfolded was his fault. And it wasn’t even like anything had really happened. It certainly wasn’t the worst run-in Jax had ever had with Charming PD.

Clearing his throat, Hale got her attention as she was putting her car keys into her purse. “Tara.”

Looking up, her eyes widened slightly for a moment in surprise until she saw who it was that was speaking to her. Her expression relaxed a little bit then, her tiredness showing through a little more. “Hey.”

“What’re you doing here?”

She laughed half-heartedly. “I think you know.”

“You’re not,” he motioned over his shoulder with his thumb, “you’re not here to bail him out, are you?”

“You want me to just let him sit in there?” she asked with a small smile.

“I think you know,” he turned his words right back onto her.

She laughed again, this time a little more genuinely. “David.”

He was smiling before he even realized it. One simple utterance of his name from her and suddenly he felt like he was right back in high school all over again. She always said it the same way, that note of softness that he didn’t hear from anyone else. Even back then. And now, when everyone in Charming had taken to calling him by his last name, and usually with no hint of softness whatsoever, it landed a little harder.

He knew he was too late to stop himself from getting side-tracked with the thoughts of it all, of her, but he still tried to distract himself by dealing with the situation at hand. “Let someone else babysit him for the night.”

She rolled her eyes, still smiling. “I’m not his babysitter. I’m…” she trailed off for a moment, amusement dropping from her face for a moment before she tried to recover, “his emergency contact, apparently.”

“Tara.”

He didn’t have to say anything else. Letting her head drop back, she sighed. “I know.”

“Jax is a big boy—he’ll be fine for one night.”

“You’re enjoying that, aren’t you?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“You should try enjoying it too,” he suggested with a slight grin. There was a beat of a pause as they both chuckled before he got the courage to just ask, “You two…?” He wanted to finish the sentence but he couldn’t, mostly because he was afraid of the possible answers.

She shook her head. “No. We’re…that’s…no.”

“Right.”

It all felt so similar. Hale wasn’t sure how much he bought into the notion of deja vu, but something about standing there with Tara gave him a feeling that was about as close to that as he could imagine. There were a lot of years and changes between who they were now, and who they were back in high school, sure. But some things clearly hadn’t changed. Tara came back and suddenly old routines were kicking up again—her trying to clean up after Jax, Hale trying to get her to stop. The longer he stood there and looked at her, the more he realized that old habits were accompanied by old feelings. That sense of pining settling into his chest again—it didn’t feel any less hopeless now than it had then. Back then it had always been her looking at Jax, Hale looking at her. He had to hope that some things could be different now, though. That maybe he had a shot now that he hadn’t back then.

“You should go,” he said, firm enough to not sound quite like a plea even though it was one.

She sighed, nodding. “Maybe.”

He saw the slightly lost look on her face and frowned for a moment. Resting his hands on his belt, he said, “You remember, what was it, sophomore year?”

She raised her eyebrows slightly, but there was a hint of a smile on her face. “It’s all a bit of a blur—you’ll have to be more specific.”

Hale chuckled. “Halloween, sophomore year. All of us were supposed to be going to—”

Recognition flashed across her face. “The haunted house.”

He nodded, smiling. “The haunted house, yeah. We were about to head in when a bunch of their friends came by and pulled them away.”

Her laugh turned into a scoff. “To go and egg houses.”

Hale nodded again. “Right.”

Tara gestured towards the police station. “I think this is where they ended up that night too.”

He laughed. “Probably.”

“I was so mad.”

He laughed a little harder. “I remember.”

“That wasn’t a bad night, though.” She crossed her arms over her chest, smiling as it all came back. “We went to the diner, right? Ate our body weights in breakfast for dinner.”

“Yeah,” he said, the grin on his face coming a little more easily now, less guilt behind it.

There was a pause. Tara was waiting to see if Hale was going to get into his Jeep, and Hale was waiting to see if she was going to do what she’d originally shown up to do and go into the station to bail out Jax and probably Opie too. That was the position they were always left in, always waiting for the other to do or say something more. If only either of them had ever figured out what the other was thinking.

Reaching back into her purse, Tara pulled out her car keys. When she looked back at Hale, she smiled, looking a little less tired than she had a few minutes before as she asked, “Are you busy right now?”

He shook his head, caught between feeling relief and excitement at the question. “Was just about to head home.”

She motioned towards her car. “Wanna go eat? Bet the diner still does breakfast for dinner.”

He nodded without hesitation. “Absolutely.” He chuckled. “Think I’ll get a discount if I tell them the uniform is a costume?”

Tara laughed. “Should’ve worn my scrubs.” She shook her head with another laugh before saying, “I’ll meet you there?”

“Yeah, yeah that sounds good.”

[illusionsofcontrol]

Hey guys, thanks for the kind messages you sent me. Sorry I couldn't respond to them individually, but I promise I did read them and really do appreciate them. I am feeling better now, though some days it's really just one step at a time.

As for THV, I am not going to give up on it for the time being. However, I have had to accept that it is going to take plenty of time and effort to finish and get over my "shame" of spending so much of my life on a silly Minecraft Danganronpa fic. I made the mistake of trying to rush through the process and "get it over with" which ironically only made my progress that much slower (kind of like cramming a square piece of clay into a circular hole and jamming it vs taking the time to mold it properly beforehand). I took the common advice of forcing myself to write a certain number of words per day, but that only resulted in rushed unsatisfying writing that I could never bring myself to untangle. Maybe it could work for others, but I don't think this way of writing is particularly great for a mystery novel that requires a lot of careful planning.

So... I'm not starting the planning from scratch but I am scrapping a lot of what I originally wrote. I've essentially had to figure out what on earth was making me so unsatisfied with the story, which was honestly quite a lot and I'll probably make a separate post to discuss some of that. But one by one I've been tackling these issues and making some major revisions, and now I am a lot more sure of how I want the story to go. There's still more things to work on in my head, but I'm going to take my time with it.

However! In recent months I have been using a wonderful site called 4thewords.com which essentially turns your writing journey into a fantasy adventure game with quests to complete, monsters to fight, and rewards for your writing progress. It's not free but it is only 4 USD a month and it has pushed me to write so much more than before because I'm someone who cannot resist Obtaining Achievements. I would really recommend it for anyone like me who wants to write but has trouble pushing themself to just sit down and do it. (I promise I'm not sponsored or anything I just really fucking love this site 😭)

Anyway, that's where I'm at for now. I can make no promises that I'll ever finish this story, but I am going to keep taking things one step at a time and enjoy the journey itself. I also want to say that I'm probably going to be pretty inactive on this blog as I don't really feel like talking about THV itself before it's done. I'm still down to talk about writing and dangan/fangan stuff in general though! But I hope you guys can understand my general silence here.

Thank you guys again for all your support (:

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Get Hot Or Go Home: Vintage RCA Rockabilly '56-'59 1988 Rockabilly / Rock & Roll

Look, folks, I am by no means a huge fan of rockabilly music, but this comp from Country Music Foundation Records—which was an extension of the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum in Nashville at some point—still has some real bangers on it. I appreciate rockabilly for serving as a vital step towards the eventual explosion of rock & roll, but, in hindsight, a lot of that 50s stuff can feel pretty monotonous, formulaic, linear, and threadbare, which most of this comp happens to be.

But when the singer gets raucous, the band gets noisy and fast, and the sound gets a bit thick, I am definitely 100% on board.

So, back in '88, Country Music Foundation Records got access to the RCA label's mid-to-late 50s rockabilly vaults, and they ended up fashioning a comp that was comprised of a bunch of musicians who probably aren't very well known outside of rockabilly circles, except for Roy Orbison. And on that comp, you can also find a good deal of songs that had previously gone either unreleased in the U.S. or unreleased entirely. And it's all of good sound quality too, so, regardless of how I personally feel about 50s rockabilly, if that's your jam, you're gonna wanna listen to this whole album, just to hear some of these rarities alone.

Now, this thing was originally released as a double-LP, and the first one is taken up by only two artists: New Orleans' Joe Clay and Atlanta's Ric Cartey. And for me, it's Clay who is inarguably the star of not just that first LP, but this whole entire release. I really don't find his first five songs to be very gripping, but the next four are the ones that bring that loud and brash, energetic rock & roll attitude that I'm after. And it comes as a bit of a surprise too, since he is so much more reserved in the previous five songs. But tunes like "Get on the Right Track" and "You Look That Good to Me" feature Clay gravelly shouting, with his backing band *really* turning it on for the solos. And before this album came out, the only places you could hear "You Look That Good to Me" were on a couple German releases. Go figure!

Unfortunately, though, the second LP ends up leaving a lot more to be desired than the first, but we still get a good one from "The Female Elvis," Janis Martin, who was one of just a few pioneering female rock & rollers back in her day. The full-on clanging clamor of the guitar solo on her "All Right Baby" is very satisfying, and then, later on, we're treated to Jimmy Dell's "Rainbow Doll," which chooses to eschew a guitar solo for a completely unexpected, greasy, sleazy, and bawdy sax one instead. Fantastic stuff there.

So, while I found the vast majority of this collection of 50s rockabilly from RCA to be pretty bland, the small slice of tunes that do happen to stand out are still *super* tasty 😋. And if you really love 50s rockabilly, then you'll probably end up enjoying this full 33-song set a whole lot more than I did.

Highlights:

Joe Clay - "Get on the Right Track" Joe Clay - "You Look That Good to Me" Joe Clay - "Cracker Jack" Joe Clay - "Did You Mean Jelly Bean (What You Said Cabbage Head)" Janis Martin - "All Right Baby" Jimmy Dell - "Rainbow Doll"

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Best new years Ever- ensemble

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Recovery date: June 17th, 2020

Description: A year after Spirits of Justice by Silverfire12 on Ao3, everyone and I mean everyone, is celebrating new years at the Wright-Edgeworth house.

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with reasearcher @flight-of-the-sacred-eagle (Silverfire12). We appreciate the initial recovery and thank them for allowing us to use it.

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About a week after everyone found out Apollo could see dead people, the phrasing still made some people giggle, Apollo was back at the office. Even though the WAA knew he could see and speak to dead people, he still tried to avoid openly talking to them. It was mostly so he didn’t go crazy, which was easier said than done. Especially when some people, Athena mostly, kept asking questions and he had to relay an answer. They’d had to set some rules:

No using ghosts to obtain case information.

Let Polly do his work (this applied to Clay as well).

No Polly will not relay your sappy declaration of love (Mostly Jove, but sometimes Metis).

Rules are subject to change depending on the day and Polly.

These rules had been written out, and everyone had signed on them. The reasons behind each rule were as follows:

Athena and Trucy had immediately decided that was the best way to use his power, this sparked a debate on the morality and legality of doing such.

This had always been a rule for the ghosts, but Athena liked to ask her mom questions, and Trucy wanted to know more about Jove. His first day back had been a little too hectic.

After his and Trucy’s mom showed up on Christmas, the water works started. There were lots of hugs, and they went and had a nice talk in Apollo’s room. It was when they came back out that Jove decided he would start declaring his love for his (ex)wife, Apollo listened to him for about a minute before telling him to stop. Metis on the other hand, wanted to visit Aura and asked him to come along to relay what she said. He’d agreed, thinking it would be stuff about Simon and Athena, Clay’s snickers should have tipped him off.

Some days the rules are more lax, some days no one is allowed to even mention ghosts.

Today, the rules were more lax. It was new years, about a year later mind you, and everyone was over at the Wright-Edgeworth house to celebrate. And by everyone, I mean even prosecutor Sahdmadhi and Rayfa were there (unfortunately someone had to run the country, so queen Amara hadn’t come). It was much less cramped than his apartment had been, or the WAA would have been, although there were still a lot of people.

It was around ten when everyone had finally arrived, and they brought out dinner. Much like christmas, food options were all over the place with no real theme. Although it was nice seeing the ghosts “eating” with them. Once everyone had finally settled down, Edgeworth politely asked for a headcount. He had taken out a pen and had what looked like thank you cards infront of him, no doubt planning to give one to everyone(dead or alive). This had become somewhat of a tradition, to thank the ghosts watching over them. So he counted and gave places to each ghost.

“This might take awhile so bear with me,” he sighed, Klavier chuckled and rubbed his boyfriends back, “So, dad is sitting with mom, Dr.Cykes is standing behind Ms. Blackquill and Athena, Clay is here,” he jammed his thumb behind him where Clay was standing, the ghosts laughed at Clays indignant whine, “Mia and her mom are sitting with Maya and Pearl, there’s a male and female ghost hanging around Mr.Wright, but they won’t tell me who they are,” everyone looked worried for a second before Apollo shook his head, “ don’t worry, they're nice.”

“What about our father?” Rayfa asked, her and Nahyuta were on another couch across the room.

“Ah, right! Dhurke wanted me to wish you guys a happy new year for him. He said he was going to spend it with queen Amara and Datz, even if they can’t see him.” The siblings looked a little sad, but smiled and nodded.

“I will still write Mr. Sahdmadhi a card, and I will send it back with you. I take it, that's everyone?”

“Ah-no actually,” everyone stopped, “we’ve got two other new guests. We have Mr. Edgeworth’s dad, he’s behind Mr. Wright and Mr.Edgeworth. Oh, Mr. Shields,” he turned to Ray, Edgeworth had invited him at Trucy’s insistence, “I’m supposed to tell you that he’s very proud of you, and he loves what you’ve done with the office. Although he does wish you would keep it a little cleaner. And I’m supposed to tell Mr. Edgeworth and Mr.Wright that he’s very proud of you both, and to thank Mr. Wright for saving Mr.Edgeworth.” Everyone looked on the edge of tears. 

“Hey Apollo?” Kay asked, she was sitting with Ema and Sebastian, “Is my dad hear by any chance?”

“No, sorry. I actually don’t think I’ve met your dad,” Apollo said thoughtfully.

“That’s not true,” Gregory said, causing Apollo to turn, “He’s the one with the promise note book, you’ve seen him a few times. Tell Ms. Faraday that he’s very proud of the great thief she’s become.”

“Okay, apparently I have met him. Mr. Edgeworth said he’s proud of the great thief you became, I guess something came up in the spirit world,” he said, although he could tell he sounded as unsure as he felt.

“Mr. Justice, who is this last ghost?” Franziska asked, she was sitting beside her brother and Gumshoe. “I’m assuming it’s not someone you know.” He could see Gregory turn to glare at the ghost by Franziska.

“I don’t really know, some old guy. Mr. Edgeworth keeps chasing him off, I’m surprised he’s let him stay as long as he has. He’s standing by you actually.” Her eyes widened ever so slightly before returning to her usual neutral look.

“Ms. Skye, would you object terribly to switching seats with me?”

“Is something wrong?” Maggie, Gumshoe’s wife, asked.

“Not at all, I simply do not wish to be close to him.” There was a wave of nods from Maya, Mr.Wright, and Mr. Edgeworth. Even Gumshoe looked uncharacteristically serious. The room fell silent  as they switched.

“Hey who wants to watch a movie? I found a cool looking new year’s horror film!” Trucy cheered,breaking the tension. From the corner of his eye, he could see the unnamed ghost leave. Maybe he could ask Mr.Wright another time, but he had to admit, the ghost looked familiar.

Despite the brief moments of sorrow and tension, the rest of the night passed smoothly. Around eleven, Mr. Butz showed up with alcohol, saying he was late because of work. Miles and Phoenix rolled their eyes at him, before telling him to grab food and join them. By midnight,, at least half the adults were at least swaying on their feet. Apollo had to admit, it was funny watching the parents fret over their grown children. He laughed, as Trucy and Kay dragged everyone out to the front of the house. And with fireworks going off overhead, and Klavier holding him close as they shared a new years kiss, he hoped next year could be just as grand.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 15. brb x oc

do you ever look at someone and wonder, wow how dare you? yeah.

a/n: * taps mic * rooster is too fucking horny my dudes

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: sLIGHT SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, just a sprinkle

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 “Gorgeous, you there yet?”

“Yeah I just got to Shells, Roos.” Beatrice shuts her car door with her hip, locking it soon after, looking at the bungalow house her friend lived in “I’m not sure how long I’ll be here.” she looks at her friend’s front garden, noticing Shells has been doing a better job when it came to taking care of her plants - probably because of Carmen and Evelyn’s constant nagging about how every time they visited one plant would be dead. 

“Well, let me know when you get home, okay? Message me too if you want.”

Beatrice smiles, walking up the steps to Shell’s door, “I will, Roos. Promise.” she presses on the doorbell, hearing the sharp high pitched sound reverberate from inside the house and a loud ‘coming!!’ following soon after, “I just hope that whatever Shells has planned isn’t…too much.”

“I don’t think it’ll be so bad. I mean, Evelyn got you that amazing costume last year, which by the way you can wear at home if you want.”

“Rooster!”

“What? It’s too pretty to be kept aside, baby.”

She laughs with her face turning red, hearing Shells’ loud footsteps stomping down the staircase and rushing to the door, “I’ll have to go,Roos. Talk to you later?”

“You bet, pretty girl. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Beatrice finishes the call just as Shells opens the door, the brunette jumping at her friend’s appearance: a vibrant green clay mask on her face, hair up in a towel and a toothbrush poking out of her mouth, wearing only a black sports bra and vibrant red running shorts. Bea couldn’t even come up with a greeting because Shells was faster.

“Hey babes!” Shells’ voice is a bit muffled because of the toothbrush still jammed inside her mouth, “Come on in, I was just finishing stuff up.” she proceeds to brush her teeth while walking deeper into the house, keeping the door open so her friend follows behind. Beatrice shuts the door, looking around her place and noticing that it was the same messily organized area she knew…with the addition of a few combat boots on the corner and a jacket she was sure belonged to Bob. 

“You know, you could’ve let me know you were taking a shower,” Bea smiles, “And brushing your teeth,I could’ve come later.”

“Mmhm!” Shells shakes her head negatively, holding the towel up so it doesn’t fall over her eyes as she moves, popping the toothbrush out of her mouth, “No need for that babes! You know you are my sister from another mother, you don’t have to wait for me.” Beatrice gave Shells a thankful smile, the blonde pointing at her, “Come on, I just have to spit this out.”

Beatrice follows Shells up the stairs, entering her bedroom, surprised to see that while it was a bit messy, it no longer had things sprawled all over the place and her bras were hidden inside her wardrobe. Bob’s influence, no doubt. 

Beatrice noticed a black box sitting in the corner of the room, tilting her head in its direction as Shells disappeared in the ensuite bathroom, seeing that it was partially open the closer she got to it. She could see pieces of fabric? Some with sequins, others neutral colored and she wondered why would Shells have fabric if she hated to sew.

“Ah,” Beatrice straightens her back when she hears Shells’ voice, “I see you found my surprise.”

“...your surprise?”

“Yes!” Shells walks around Beatrice to the box, pulling it forward with a soft grunt, then opening the flaps, “So, weeks ago me and Melia were walking around, as one does, and we found this thrift shop. It was huge, and everything was so cheap I couldn’t not enter. And we found, several, several vintage clothing and costumes. And guess what? Most of these are in your size!”

Beatrice blinks up at Shells with her lips parted, “Wait, you bought those for me? Shells!”

“Oh come on, don’t start with ‘you didn’t have to’. I wanted to, you are my best friend, I was your bridesmaid and I know how hard it is for you to find actual cute costumes. So,” she digs her hands inside the box, grabbing the folded clothes with both arms and tossing them on her bed, “Consider me your fairy godmother, Cinderella.”

Beatrice could only look at Shells with her eyes wide, still not believing that her friend just decided to buy her several options of clothes she could use as Halloween costumes, “Shells…I…” but her friend just rolled her eyes, nodding her head to the clothes. Beatrice only laughed softly, approaching the folded fabrics with her hands hovering over them, unsure of what to get first, “These look so beautiful already.” she picked the sequin one, unfolding it to reveal it was a flapper dress.

An actual flapper dress with tiny beads. It wasn’t sequin at all. Beatrice gasps, pressing the dress to her body, turning herself back and forth as she watched the tiny beads move alongside her, “Oh wow…I’ve never seen a flapper dress my size before.”

“Well, go try it on!”

And so she did. And while she did like the dress, she felt it should be used some other time, mentioning it to Shells who just suggested she picks something else. She’s carefully changing outfits, checking each one little by little.

It wasn’t until she reaches the dark green jumpsuit that she stops, “Wait…is this–”

“Oh yes, it sure is.”

“Shut up, you are lying.”

“Would I lie to you, babes?” Shells chuckles as her friend’s eyes almost seemed to pop out of the sockets, “Go try it on~” and she didn’t have to be told twice, because Beatrice disappeared in a matter of seconds. Shells picked on her nails as she waited, sometimes biting a strip of skin off her cuticles, then leaning back on her hands as she waited. 

Shells tilted her head when she heard Beatrice’s steps slowly returning, her mouth dropping with surprise and a disbelieved laugh breaking out of her throat “Oh, girl you look so good!” Beatrice slowly walked to the full body mirror slowly, her own expression brimming with wonder and amazement, turning her body back and forth to check if it fit well enough and it absolutely did.

“How the hell did you find,” Beatrice turns her body again, loving how it hugged her curves “An aviator jumpsuit my size?”

“Babes I’m full of surprises. Oh my god you look stunning.” Shells grins, pulling her legs up to cross them, keeping them close by holding her ankles “Rooster will lose his fucking shit. Also, the lady there said she can make your own nametag if you want to.” Beatrice is too busy looking at herself to pay attention, “With your last name and callsign.”

“Oh wow.” the fabric was not so heavy, obviously this wasn’t an actual jumpsuit but it was extremely similar to one. She pulled the zipper up to her cleavage, the fabric making her breasts appear fuller and she wondered if she should keep it like that or not, “Wow, this is so…amazing…”

“Right? There’s also a Morticia dress here too, and,” Shells lifted each folded clothing, “I don’t know, a few more. But it looks like you just got your costume.”

“It’s amazing.” she whispered, “I’ve never had anything like this before- my ass, looks so good.” Shells laughs loudly as Beatrice turns her lower half to look at her buttocks yet again, “You said there’s a Morticia one too?”

“Yep.”

“...hm…” she pauses, narrowing her eyes, “Roos wanted to have a couples’ costume–”

“Of course he did.”

Beatrice ignored the sighed tone from her friend, “Maybe I should ask for his opinion?” she asks while looking at her reflection “Tell you what, can you hand me my phone?”

-

Bradley was scrolling through his phone as he waits for Mav to be done with his own lunch, leaning back on his seat as he busied himself. It’s been a few minutes since Beatrice last talked to him and he hoped she was having fun but he had a feeling she was. As he scrolled through Instagram - liking another picture of Payback’s dog when she showed up on the screen- he got a message from Beatrice. 

His smile immediately widened and he adjusted himself, Maverick grinning knowingly that the only reason he’d smile so big was because of Beatrice herself. That girl really had no idea how much of a putty she turned his nephew into.

Bea (12:20)

Roos! I need your opinion on something :(

Roos (12:21)

Of course gorgeous :) what do you need?

Bea (12:24)

Well,I got two costumes but I really want your opinion on each one? And…don’t be biased. Pls.

Roos (12:25)

Biased? Okay, haha, I won’t.

He lifts the soda can to his lips, tilting just enough for the cold liquid to enter his mouth before his eyes widened and he almost choked. Well, not almost, he pretty much choked, setting the can to the side and looking away from a worried Mav, “Brad?” his nephew just held out a hand, telling him without words that he was fine, “Okay, is everything okay?”

‘Yeah,nothing happened.” another cough and he stands up, “Be right back.” he speed walks away from their table, leaving Pete looking a mix of confused and clearly amused, letting out a soft laugh as he watches Rooster’s retreating back. 

Meanwhile, the young Bradshaw was trying his best to hold how hot he suddenly felt. He looked around, over his shoulder to check if anyone was close by, choosing that it’d be easier if he entered the bathroom instead. He nodded to whoever was there, he didn’t know, he honestly didn’t care, all he cared was finding an empty stall and hiding himself there for a while.

Once he’s sure he’s alone in the bathroom after he enters the stall, he just sits down on the toilet’s lid and looks back at what she sent. “Holy shit.” he whispers, keeping his ears perked in case he hears anyone getting in, “Holy fuck.” 

He stared at her picture. The picture of her wearing the known dark green jumpsuit he wore as she stood in front of a mirror holding up her phone to take the pic, the way it hugged her body and how it enunciated her curves was driving him nuts. It was one thing to have her wear his shirts, his hoodies or even his jackets, but her wearing something like that definitely made something inside of him snap.

“So this is the first one.” he hears her say once he presses play in the video, “Don’t be biased Roos, I also don’t want it to be weird if I show up wearing it with the others close by. I kinda like it, it’s really comfortable.” and he could hear nothing else beyond that point because her reflection showed how much that fabric clung to her ass and he let out a quiet pained noise.

How does she not know how sexy she is while doing the bare minimum? How? “Fuck I’m so lucky.” he mutters, he could see her turning back and forth in front of the mirror, spreading her arms - and he could see Shells’ smirking face on the edge of the mirror as well. But he promised to not be biased, even if he wanted to, so he went to the second video.

He bit his knuckles hard, closing his eyes when the second video loaded, “Okay this one, is obviously Morticia’s dress, but I don’t know, maybe the neckline is too low?” Beatrice runs her fingers across it, following her breasts and adjusting her posture, “It’s so nice too, It’s so long and the sleeves!” long enough to mimic bat wings, she even flapped it a bit while giggling, “I love the sleeves, but yeah! Gimme your opinion Roos! Because I don’t know which one to choose!”

He places the phone on his thigh, rubbing his face with both hands and inhaling deeply with his palms still glued to his nose. He was trying to come up with a coherent sentence, something less than the caveman-like reply he was sure to write. After a while he interlaced his fingers, clenching his hands as he sets them in front of his lips, “Fuck.” he drops his forehead to his knuckles, gently hitting it against the bones because he was still trying to understand how his wife could be so sexy and so cute at the same time.

Bradley closes his eyes again, leans his head back and takes in a deep breath to get his thoughts in check. He loved both of those, he loved how they looked on her body and how happy she seemed…and he wasn’t going to be biased, as much as he wanted to, because while he loved her wearing that jumpsuit he didn’t want others to…see her wearing it, he wanted it to be a bit more personal.

He waits until he’s calm enough, and his hands aren’t trembling just a bit, before typing a response, frowning when he saw Bea’s little frowny face emoji with a question mark, no doubt fearing he didn’t like the options she showed him.

Roos (12:35)

Baby, sorry, I had to rush to the bathroom really quick. I mean, fuck both look really, REALLY good on you.

Bea (12:36)

Yeah?:)

Roos (12:37)

Yeah, fuck yeah babe. Fuck you are very cruel, sending me that while I can’t be close to you. But, if you want my opinion…I really liked the Morticia dress. Remember we talked about it last year?

Bea( 12:39)

:o oh we did!! I completely forgot! Well, it’s settled then :) 

Roos (12:40)

Yeah, but you won’t get rid of the other one, will you?

He could only hope he didn’t sound too desperate when he asked her that.

Bea(12:42)

Oh no, I’m taking it too :) There are several costumes my size that Shells was kind enough to get for me. So I’m taking them all home.

Roos (12:43)

Oh, oh okay baby. Just so you know, you look sexy in both of them. 

Bea (12:44)

Thank you Roos <3 I didn’t interrupt your lunch, did I?

Roos (12:46)

What? No, you didn’t. I was done with it when you talked to me. Don’t worry gorgeous, I loved the surprise.

Bea (12:48)

<33! Thank you Roos,I’ll leave you to it now, okay? See you later! I love you!

Roos (12:50)

Love you too, gorgeous.

And he leans his body back just enough for his nape to hit the wall, eyes focused on the ceiling and the phone being held between his open legs. “...fuck.” he says again, quieter this time since he hears someone is inside. Rooster tries to get rid of the image, but he can't, because Beatrice wearing that suit was going to haunt him for days, he knew.

She looked so good.

His brain didn’t help him at all, because all he could see was Beatrice on her knees, suit open just enough to show more cleavage and her mouth on his d–

“Brad?” Pete’s voice startles him and he almost drops his phone, “Are you in here?”

“Shit, fuck- yeah!” he glares down at the obvious telltale sign tenting his pants and groans, trying to think of anything else before he gets out, “Just, uh, had to get in here real fast.”

A pause, then he could swear he hears Mav laugh, “Ah, of course, well, knock yourself out. I’ll be outside.”

“Thanks.” and he continues to glare at the one thing that would tell everyone that he was thinking of anything but work right now. He groaned once he was sure he was alone and could hear nothing else but the sounds from outside, “It’s not my fault she’s hot.” he tries to counter, only to fail miserably because that let out a whole new wave of images in his mind. “...fuck.”

-

“Well!I think the Morticia one wins!” Beatrice turns to Shells after pocketing her phone, approaching her friend who was now wiping her face off the clay mask with a damp towel, “Thank you for doing this for me,Shells. I really appreciate it.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it, babes.” Shells grins, tossing the towel back inside her bathroom and turning off the light, “Just to let you know, the flying suit has a replica, in case the fabric rips.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it is pretty good but this isn’t a new costume.” Shells explains as she picks it up, rubbing the fabric with her thumb and forefinger, “So the lady told me to take two in case it ripped, you know? Especially in the thigh area, because of friction.”

“Makes sense, I’ll be careful. Maybe I’ll wear it at Penny’s Halloween party this year!We’ll see! Have you decided what you are going to be for Ev’s party?”

Shells looks up at the ceiling, humming with a smile, “You know,I was thinking an angel.” Beatrice blinks at her, “You know, with the glitter wings and fuzzy halo? Thought it’d be nice.”

“Angel? You are not the type to wear stuff like that.”

“Eh, just felt inspired.” she laughs, sitting back down on the bed and patting her side so Bea could follow. The brunette does, looking at her friend with her brows furrowed and a confused smile on her face, “I don’t know, ever since me and Bob got together…a lot of things came into perspective.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, you know…I never had an actual stable relationship. I told you that. And Bob, I mean…he’s Bob. He’s so sweet and so kind to me, he’s so patient too. And you know I’m crazy! I’m a wild bitch.” Shells’ laughter falters, her eyes turning dark as she looks at her hands, “...I just don’t want to be…like–” and her voice stops, she doesn’t finish the sentence.

Beatrice knew Shells for a long time now, she knew everything there was to know about the blonde. The very first thing she told Beatrice was about her mother - whom she refused to call mother, simply calling her Charlotte- and how she chose a man over her. Over her own child, dropping her at Penny with the excuse she’d have a job in Florida and would come back to pick Shells up.

She never did and she died when Shells was in High School. Shells never shed a tear for her, she always said Charlotte wasn’t worth it. Since then Penny stepped up as her legal guardian and mother figure, “...You won’t.” Beatrice says softly, touching her friend’s hand, “You won’t, Shells.”

The blonde’s blue eyes moved to her friend’s for a second and the darkness in those irises immediately melted, already taking that out of her mind, “Yeah, anyway.” she then smirks, “So, Mrs.Bradshaw, how’s married life?”

Beatrice was glad they changed the subject so quickly and her own smile couldn’t be prevented after she was asked, “Great.” she whispers, breathily, “It’s been great.”

“Oh I’m sure you are enjoying a lot,huh?.” Cue to Bea’s cheeks turning red, but her shy smile answered Shells’ questioning. “When is the baby Bradshaw coming? When will I meet my nephew/niece?”

“Oh, ah,well…we’ve been trying.” she explains, “A lot but…there’s nothing happening yet so, we’ll see. Maybe when he comes back.” Bea shrugs, “We aren’t in that much of a hurry, if it happens now it’s good but if we have to wait a bit that’s fine too, you know?”

Shells snorted, “More things to keep trying huh?” Beatrice once again blushed hard and her friend pushed herself to her feet, “Anyway, you up for having lunch together? I have some leftovers, I’ve been learning how to cook.”

Beatrice gives Shells a dumbfounded look “You? Cooking?Oh, wow, I might need to ask Bob where the real Shells is and who you are.” Beatrice only squeaked when Shells throws a pillow to her face, laughing against the pillow case before tossing it aside. But she does stand to her feet, following Shells down the stairs all the while still giggling at her friend’s annoyed face.

[bashfulgnome]

10 Years of Wrecking, Week 1 - Headcanons

10 Years of Wrecking

Week 1 (Oct. 29 - Nov. 4): Ralph and Felix Week

So for Ralph and Felix week I figured I'd contribute some headcanons! Some of these might be familiar to my Discord friends but some are new:

Felix is a sympathetic crier. If anyone else cries around him for more than a minute or so, he'll start right up and still be trying to compose himself long after they're done. He's aware of this and goes out of his way to reassure the person he's comforting that they don't have to worry about him

Ralph can go onto all fours when he picks up enough running speed, since his arms are bigger and stronger than his legs. He can get some serious traction going, especially with how fast he can move his arms (like when he was helping steer Vanny's kart from the back)

For Felix, bread/English muffins/etc. are just vehicles for eating butter and jam. He just slathers it on in layers and Tamora cannot comprehend how he can even tolerate that amount of sweetness/richness of taste

One of Ralph's hobbies back in the brickpile days was clay-sculpting. He'd gather the good clay from around that lake behind the apartments and the river that runs from it, and when he was done sculpting he'd harden it in a little kiln he cobbled together with bricks (the fire source for the kiln was a metal garbage can with a hobo fire in it). He didn't have great self-confidence so he thought his stuff was ugly (hence why he still said he doesn't make things, just break things) but he shows his skill to the rest of the Core Four and they're impressed with how much detail he puts into it. He'd stared at the apartments so long he has them memorized now, and for detailing he makes smaller strokes with twigs since his fingers are so big.

Given that Fix-It Felix Jr. is one of the oldest games in the arcade, Felix started a tradition back then of bringing freshly-baked pies to the residents of newly-plugged-in games within the first month of their arrival (so that they'd have some time to settle in). Ralph's first time joining in on this was the welcome ceremony for Hero's Duty, and he got a front row seat to Felix seeing Tamora out of her armor for the first time and the handyman dropping an empty cast-iron pie pan on his own foot

Ralph can't stand the sound of people cracking their back/neck/fingers/toes/etc. in a painful or forced way. Tamora does this a lot out of habit when she's sitting for a long time (like when they're all watching the Roster Race) and Ralph grimaces the whole time she does it

The doorframes, windowsills, and other wooden accents in Niceland Apartments and East Niceland all have hidden, happy little carvings and positive messages from Felix, who left them there on purpose when he built/repaired them

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

Random Idea junk drawer

So I had a great time doing my Wangxian-centric Breath of the Wild AU last year, and when I finished it I definitely left the epilogue open-ended enough to do more Zelda AU’s/Fusions in the future (I still don’t REALLY know how big the difference is between AU’s and Fusions and which one my other-content-inspired stuff usually counts as but I DIGRESS) because here’s the thing. The Thing(TM). Zelda games are my JAM. They were baby’s first special interest. Literally.

When I was 7 years old my parents bought a GameCube and a game disk that had 4 remastered Classic Zelda games on it (two 2D, two 3D) as well as a 20-minute playable demo for Wind Waker, with three different starting locations to choose from that you could play as many times as you wanted. And you bet my little 7-year-old ass played every bit of it that was within my skill level (which was not much lol), until I got my next Zelda game at 10 (that was Twilight Princess, and it was the first Zelda game I ever finished). I have the Wii walkthrough book for Twilight Princess that I bought used online and it reeked of cigarettes for months after I got it. I chose a screenshot of one of the characters out of it to paint on one of those horrible school industrial ceiling tiles in my 8th grade art class (sadly the photo of it is lost on an old dead phone, but it was really good, I mixed up all my own custom colors of paint and everything which was like. Impressive for 13 year old me :( ). I have and treasure the Hyrule Historia book. I had shitty ill-fitting graphic tees that said things like ‘Good things come to those who break clay pots’ (really funny to me now that I’m a ceramicist and could easily make pots for myself for the purpose of smashing if I were so inclined [I’m totally gonna]). I have massive Zelda tattoos on the insides of both forearms and I’m planning more so that I’ll hopefully end up with two Zelda half-sleeves. Like ZELDA IS MY THING. WHY I’m not writing more Zelda AU’s and playing around in my expanded sandbox of hyperfixations, I have no idea.

But anyway, I’ve started playing Ocarina of Time again, I have no idea how many times I’ve played it at this point within the last 19 years, and I’ve done it on every Nintendo console possible (except, ironically, the N64 as it was originally made for). So obviously I’m playing along and getting lost in the story because it’s a fuckin good story, as one does, and I was like ‘hey what if Wangxian tho’ and thus. Today’s junk drawer was born. Have I already started an outline of the fic plot points as well? Yes. Did I have to stop myself 800 words in and say that no I can’t just write out the entire plot tonight and no it can’t all go into this junk drawer post because I should actually just write the damn thing instead? Yeah. When will that happen? I don’t wanna think about it, so let’s just have fun talking characters and locations and their implications, shall we?

I’m going to post my notes completely unedited and let y’all see the whole ugly process, and I’m gonna put it below the cut because this is already long enough to scroll past but all I’ve done is gush about Zelda and in doing so further cement my well-established status as a huge fuckin nerd lol:

Jiangs/Lotus Pier as Kokiri Forest -- Deku Tree is Jiang Fengmian (Does this make Madam Yu the giant nasty spider inside????? ew)

- Wei Wuxian -- taken into LP/Kokiri Forest as a young child, young enough to fit in with the other children, but he'll soon be old enough for everyone to know that he isn't one of the lake/river children, he's from Elsewhere. - Jiang Cheng as Mido, small and angry and won't let anyone see JFM/YZY without really fucking good reason but also takes the leadership role in LP/Kokiri Forest once JFM/Deku Tree is dead - Jiang Yanli as Saria, gentle and sweet and fond of music and wandering through the woods that keep their lake hidden from the rest of the world. She'll awaken as a Sage in WWX's adulthood.

Cloud Recesses as Hyrule Castle, Lans are the Royal Family and Sheikah combined

- Lan Qiren as the king of Hyrule, though as the second brother he's supposed to be leading the Sheikah, not sitting on the throne - Lan Xichen (already in his 20's) as Impa. He'll awaken as a Sage in WWX's adulthood. Although he's supposed to be in line for the throne, someone has to be the leader of the Sheikah since LQR can't be, which leaves: - Lan Zhan as Princess Zelda -- plagued by dreams and visions of evil coming to take over the world, but no one takes him seriously because he's still so young. People also forget that in the line of succession he's supposed to be the one protecting the royal family as the next leader of the Sheikah, so it's actually his destiny to have these visions, not to be a politician. He sees in Wei Wuxian someone who's willing to break the rules and society's expectations to be the true hero he's been dreaming about. He'll take up the extremely active role of Wangji/Sheik as an adult, having learnt the Sheikah secrets under Lan Xichen's tutelage and taken up his rightful place as one of them since his escape from the palace as a child.

Kakariko Village -- inhabited by average people (akin to Caiyi town, close with the royal Lan family but not directly cultivators?)

Nies as Gorons in Death Mountain/Goron City/Nie Fortress

- Nie Mingjue as Darunia -- hot-tempered and built like the mountain, willing to swear brotherhood with the boy who came to save his people. He'll awaken as a Sage in WWX's adulthood. (NHS as the snot-nosed kid who hero-worships WWX in adulthood? lol)

Jins/Jinlintai as Zora's Domain -- The Zora are a proud people who live high above the rest of Hyrule at the top of their waterfall (tower). (Golden Carp Tower has a lot of water motifs and they decorate things in teal and gold like the zora do too)

- Jin Guangshan as King Zora - Jin Zixuan as Princess Ruto, eaten by their deity god (who is still a giant fuckin fish, I dunno what else he could be lol) and who thinks he has to be engaged to WWX after giving him the Sapphire (maybe because he was told from a young age he'd have to get engaged to one of the lake children anyway and just didn't know who/hint at unrealized Xuanli?) He'll awaken as a Sage in WWX's adulthood. - Jin Guangyao as (????? :( :( :( where will my boy go?? I need my boy for emotional support)

Wen Ruohan as Ganondorf -- a cruel king wreathed in shadow and flame....I mean it writes itself lol

- Baoshan Sanren as Rauru, the Sage of Light -- withdrew from the mortal world an unknowable amount of time ago to protect the Sacred Realm and has watched over WWX these last seven years as he slept. - Jiang Yanli as Saria, the Sage of Forest -- she awakens into her powers to protect her childhood friend/brother(s), though this will mean having to leave Jiang Cheng on his own in Lotus Pier - Nie Mingjue as Darunia, the Sage of Fire -- he awakens as a sage to honor the Brotherhood oath he swore with WWX in the past - Jin Zixuan as Princess Ruto, the Sage of Water -- he 'dumps' WWX because he has to do the more important work of stopping the apocalypse, try to contain your disappointment WWX, you can still be coworkers and save the world or whatever, if you even care. - Lan Xichen as Impa, the Sage of Shadow -- Lan Xichen must leave the mortal world behind to take up his mantle as the Sage of Shadow, leaving Lan Wangji to carry his worldly responsibilities instead (sort of half-retreating into seclusion like canon) - Wen Qing as Nabooru, the Sage of Spirit -- Wen Qing is the leader of the all-female band of Gerudo thieves who in no way endorse Wen Ruohan's domination of the world. When she leaves to take up her role as the Sage of Spirit, she leaves her cousin Wen Yun (my OC Madam Lan) to lead the Gerudo in her stead. (need to find a role for Wen Ning? Except zelda lore is that only one man is born to the Gerudo at a time every hundred years and he’s always their king. Maybe WN is meant to be the new one but WRH has reached immortality/won’t die and let him succeed him?)

Plot would follow Ocarina of Time fairly closely (Unlike my BOTW AU where I tried to make it...relatively more like canon??) because there's a very definite plot there, while BOTW is so much more fluid it was easier to adapt to something else.

[spellweavstress]

Healing with Herbs

How to make a tincture

Making a tincture involves steeping the herb or root in alcohol, extracting its oils, minerals, alkaloids, and glycosides so that it is in its purest form. You can use vegetable glycerin or apple cider vinegar instead, particularly in tinctures intended for children, but they aren’t quite as effective at pulling out the good stuff. You’ll need strong alcohol, at least 80 proof. Everclear works well, as does vodka or brandy. You’ll also need a pint jar to fill with the herb or plant you want—any of the herbs listed above will work here. 

Chop the herb up a bit or bash it around with a mortar and pestle to help it break down. You’ll want the jar to be full, but not pack your herbs in too tightly. Then fill the jar completely with the alcohol. (If you’re using dried herbs or roots, you need only put in enough to reach halfway, and then add the alcohol up to the top.)

Seal the jar tightly. Label and date it, and let it rest in a cool, dark place.

For the first week, shake it once a day, then let it rest for five more weeks. At the end of the resting period, use a layer of muslin or cheesecloth held tightly over the jar to strain out the liquid. Decant the tincture into one of those small, dark glass bottles, preferably one with a dropper, and keep it stored away from direct sunlight. It should last for five to ten years.

How to make herbal oil

It’s more trouble than it’s worth to make your own essential oils. A true essential oil is extracted by boiling the herb in question and skimming the oil off the top—that’s a task best left to the professionals. But you can make your own herbal oil. It may not be quite as distilled, but it can still be effective, and it’s a great way to preserve herbs for use long into the winter. The nice thing about creating your own oils is that you can use any combination of herbs that you desire. You might mix calendula, catnip, lemon balm, marshmallow, mullein, plantain leaf, and yarrow for an oil that is particularly effective for skin care, or lavender, vervain, lemon balm, and yarrow for a soothing oil to rub on the temples. Chop or bruise your chosen herbs and place them in a jar. Fill the jar with the carrier oil of your choice (olive or almond oil works well), covering the herbs by one inch, and leaving one inch of space at the top. Close the jar tightly, and allow it to sit in as much sunshine as possible for a month. Strain the oil through a cheesecloth on an as-needed basis, leaving the rest to continue steeping.

How to make a poultice

A poultice is a soft, moist mass of herbs, cloth, and other ingredients, and it’s an excellent tool for treating topical infirmities. A hot poultice is excellent for drawing out infection, as with bee stings or draining abscesses, while a cold poultice will help reduce inflammation. Gather the herbs you want to use, either fresh or dried. If they’re fresh, you may want to mash the herbs up in a mortar and pestle (the traditional way) or blitz them through a food processor (the modern way). Even if you’re planning on making a cold poultice, add a couple of tablespoons of hot water to your herbs to awaken them, before letting them cool. You can add medicinal clay powder, Epsom salts, or baking soda and combine with water until the mixture becomes a thick paste. For ailments like congestion or insect bites, you can place the poultice directly on the skin, making sure, of course, that it isn’t too hot. To treat a burn or something that could easily become infected, place a clean cotton cloth between the skin and the poultice.

Common herbs and their uses

Ashwagandha: The name translates to “smell of horse.” This herb is hard to find fresh, but powders, pills, teas, and extracts are available. Benefits: Increases energy, boosts the immune system, antiinflammatory, reduces anxiety. Suggested use: Stir ¼-½ tsp. powder into warm milk and honey before bed. Concerns: May increase thyroid hormone levels and lower blood sugar.

Black cohosh: This member of the buttercup family could be grown in a garden. Dried roots, capsules, teas, and extracts are also available. Benefits: Relieves menstrual cramps and arthritic pain. Eases symptoms of menopause. Suggested use: Drink as a tea or mix with honey as a syrup. Concerns: May cause upset stomach, so consider taking with food.

Calendula: Also known as marigold, this herb could be grown in a garden, but is also available as teas, oils, and creams. Useful for dyeing and food coloring as well. Benefits: Helps heal cuts. Good for diaper rash or other skin irritations. Calms an upset stomach. Suggested use: Steep petals in just below boiling water for ten minutes, then drink as a tea. Add dried flowers to coconut, almond, or olive oil as a salve. Concerns: None known.

Catnip: It’s not just for cats! Catnip is easily grown and also available as a capsule, tea, extract, and essential oil. It is also handy as an insect repellent. Benefits: Anti-inflammatory. Good for insomnia, upset stomach, menstrual cramps, headache, and treating the common cold. Suggested uses: Steep for tea, sprinkle essential oil into the bath or rub it on the temples, use in cooking (it’s a member of the mint family, so its flavor is better than some). Concerns: None known.

Cranberry: Easily obtained fresh or frozen and also available in pill form, this herb is a great source of vitamin C, fiber, and vitamin E. Benefits: Most frequently used to treat and prevent urinary tract infections. Also shown to reduce risk of cardiovascular disease, slow tumor progression in cancer, and help prevent gum disease. Suggested uses: Because they’re so tart, cranberries often come with a lot of sugar. Try to buy reduced-sugar dried cranberries and stay away from most cranberry juices. If you can manage it, drink the unsweetened juice to relieve a UTI, and certainly try making your own cranberry sauce at Thanksgiving. Concerns: None known.

Dittany: This is one of those herbs with a long history. It is also known as “burning bush.” Easily grown, it is hard to find in dried or tea form. Benefits: Antibacterial, antifungal, and antimicrobial. Good for the skin and the intestines, and is thought to be an aphrodisiac. Suggested uses: Steep in hot water for tea, but use sparingly. Use as an antibacterial balm or poultice. Concerns: If you’ve put some on your skin, stay out of the sun, as it can increase the risk of sunburn.

Elderberry: This herb has been used to battle a flu epidemic in Panama as recently as 1995. It can be grown, but is also available as a pill or an extract. For your personal garden, look specifically for Sambucus nigra, as other elderberry varieties can be toxic. Benefits: Boosts the immune system, treats sinus infections, lowers blood sugar, acts as a diuretic and a laxative, good for skin health and allergies. Suggested uses: They’re delicious! Can be made into a syrup, jams, or jellies—even wine. Concerns: Don’t pick and use wild elderberry unless you’re absolutely certain the plant is Sambucus nigra. Always cook the berries to remove any toxicity.

Feverfew: This is another herb with a long history. Easily grown and available dried, it is most frequently found in capsule form. Benefits: For centuries, it was used to relieve fever, to assist with childbirth, and for fertility. Now it is most frequently used to prevent migraines. It can also help with tinnitus, nausea, dizziness, asthma, and allergies. Suggested uses: It doesn’t taste good, so not recommended even as a tea. Instead, make a tincture or purchase capsules. Concerns: If you do drink it, feverfew can cause irritation in the mouth. If taken in large quantities on a regular basis, stopping can cause withdrawal symptoms, so use only as needed. May cause the uterus to contract, so don’t take while pregnant.

Horse chestnut: This is not the kind of chestnut you’d want to roast on a fire, but it is still useful. It is not recommended for personal processing, as the seed contains esculin, a poisonous substance. Purchase an extract or pill instead. Benefits: Shown to be extremely effective against varicose veins. Also good for hemorrhoids and frostbite. Suggested uses: 300 milligrams of horse chestnut seed extract twice daily. Concerns: Don’t consume raw horse chestnut seeds, bark, or leaves.

Lemon Balm: This member of the mint family has a distinct lemony scent. It is also known as “melissa.” It is easily grown, but also available in tea, extract, and essential oil forms. Benefits: Calms anxiety, encourages restful sleep. Good for the skin, improves mood and mental clarity. Suggested uses: Steep fresh or dried to make tea, use in cooking, use to flavor honey or vinegar, use in a hot bath. Concerns: None known.

Marshmallow: Sadly, these are not the things we put in hot chocolate. The root is available dried, as well as in powder, extract, capsule, and tea form. Benefits: Aids with dry cough, represses inflammation in the lining of the stomach, good for chilblains and sunburn. Suggested uses: Drink as a tea, add to a base oil for a salve. Concerns: May cause low blood sugar.

Milk thistle: This herb is easily grown, as it’s pretty much a weed. It’s available as an extract, pill, or tea. Benefits: Milk thistle can protect your liver from toxins—say, for instance, alcohol. It can even be used to treat cirrhosis and jaundice and helps with environmental toxin damage. Suggested uses: Steep in hot water or make a tincture. Not recommended for use in cooking. Concerns: May cause diarrhea.

Mullein: This is the clear quartz of herbal healing. It is easily found and grown and available both dried and in capsule form. Benefits: Known particularly for respiratory relief, including cough, bronchitis, asthma, and pneumonia, it’s also good for earache, fever, sore throat, migraine, and to heal the skin. Suggested uses: Apply a tincture to relieve ear infection, drink as a tea, use as a salve to heal wounds and bruises. Concerns: None known.

Plantain leaf: Pretty hip these days, as herbal remedies go, plantain leaf is easily grown and available dried or in capsule form. Benefits: Great for the skin, particularly in relieving insect bites, poison ivy, and sunburn. Lowers cholesterol, helps clear up bladder infections, relieves constipation or diarrhea. Suggested uses: Make poultice with clay and water or make a salve with a base oil. Infuse vinegar to spray on the skin to provide pain relief. Drink as a tea. Concerns: None known.

Rue: This herb is also known as “herb of grace.” Easily grown, it is also available dried, in capsule form, or as an essential oil. Benefits: Used to promote menstruation, it provides a sense of calm and well-being and is good for relieving gas, mucus, and arthritis. Suggested uses: As an oil or poultice it can relieve croup or chest congestion. Drink as a tea to ease anxiety. Concerns: This one is serious—it can cause a miscarriage. Use in small amounts, regardless of whether or not you’re pregnant.

Valerian: This is an attractive addition to any garden, with a pleasing scent, but it is the root which holds the good stuff and that does not smell good. Easily grown, this herb is also available in tea, capsule, and extract forms. Benefits: Valerian is very effective against insomnia. It also calms anxiety and depression, and helps with ADHD and headache. Suggested uses: Drink a tea made from the leaves for a mild sedative, or steep the roots for something stronger. Add a tincture to a bath for a gentler, child-friendly alternative. Concerns: None known, but obviously don’t operate heavy machinery.

Vervain: Usually blue vervain is used, but other types seem to work just as well. Easily grown, vervain is also available dried or as an extract. Benefits: Helps with anxiety and sleeplessness. Also provides pain relief, eases tense muscles, and promotes an overall sense of wellbeing. Suggested uses: Steep in hot water as a tea. Not recommended in cooking, though it smells nice, so add a little to a bath. Concerns: May cause nausea.

Yarrow: This member of the sunflower family is easily grown—and quite lovely— and available dried or as an essential oil. Benefits: Relieves fever, as well as cold and flu symptoms. Relieves cramps, provides a sense of calm and relaxation, and aids in restful sleep. Suppresses the urge to urinate (say, during a UTI). Use topically for a rash or small cuts. Suggested uses: Drink as a tea in the evening to induce sleepiness or relieve cold and flu symptoms, or make into a salve for external use. Concerns: None known.

Source: From Practical Magic: A Beginner’s Guide to Crystals, Horoscopes, Psychics & Spells

[edwardelricsrightarm]

Riza Hawkeye as a child/young teen but she's just this Annie Oakley ass prodigal sharp shooter little shit who cuts her hair off with kitchen scissors and runs absolutely buckwild in the woods on her father's estate terrorizing small animals (humanely hunting I'm just being dramatic)

Roy boy is just this awkward nerdy little cornball who wants to get along, but they also kinda have that dynamic from the Swan Princess when Derek and Odette were kids ya feel me? Just watch the childhood montage from that movie you'll understand- ☠️

They have like nothing in common at the time (so they assume) and yet they end up thick as thieves cause Riza hasn't had many friends that she can see outside of her education and had an extremely isolated upbringing, so this goofy sweet baby faced dork just got her like that, even if he sometimes drives her nuts a little bit.

Riza would get upset fairly often bc her neglected social and emotional upbringing would get to her (bc realistically,,,,we know that was the case), and Roy got extremely good at knowing when she's upset and would often be the one to listen to her air her thoughts out (callback to the phone call scene after her encounter with pride, this lends background to how he knows her so well and reads her stress levels like a book even over the phone)

Mundane headcanons:

Roy would transmute little clay/dirt doves and targets for Riza bc he was worried about her shooting glass bottles and other assorted not necessarily safe objects.

Roy is trans, I can't untrans him that's just who he is to me. Riza is a self declared tomboy who I hc as nonbinary/demigirl. They're also bi4bi it's canon Arakawa told me.

Riza didn't really know good birthdays, and when Roy realized this it broke his heart bc Chris always tried to remember stuff like that for him and she's not even his own biological mother. So, he made an annual routine of gifting her something (often transmuted and unique).

Riza loved being out in nature back then and knew the wooded areas around the estate like the back of her own hand, when she and Roy had warmed up more to one another she made a routine of showing him all the neat little spots she'd found in the area for one reason or another, just for the sake of sharing that with someone. These remain some of their fondest memories.

Riza would be more likely to go out to shoot targets when she was angry or upset, if she was having a good day and had the time she would be more likely to go hunting because she enjoyed the hiking and tracking but couldn't focus on it when internally upset. Roy eventually figured this out as well.

Riza climbed so many trees, rocks, outcroppings, etc- and was always scraped up from something she probably shouldn't have climbed getting the better of her.

Riza used to have a nanny birddog named Otto, but he passed away before Roy came around, so making a new friend in him after that loss was a big comfort to her. She was hesitant to have other dogs until Hayate.

They're both autistic.

Relatedly, Riza would go nonverbal and lock herself in her room sometimes. Roy, concerned, would approach this by slipping little notes under the door offering company if needed, while not pushing her to talk.

Riza would sing/hum while doing chores or out and about exploring and on every occasion Roy overheard this he'd turn red from ear to ear- if she caught it and realized he'd heard she'd be twice as embarrassed.

Riza would take Roy foraging and showed him some useful/edible plants, and safe berries and mushrooms that she knew in the region. He was honestly always pretty impressed, especially considering some mushrooms that are safe have toxic siblings that look identical.

Both of them are varying levels of nerd. Riza is the type who's full of trivia, especially weird facts about her special interests (animal behavior, guns, bushcraft, navigation and tracking stuff, etc), Roy started out neutral to this but over time infosharing kinda became their love language, and he'd start to infodump right back. They'd spend hours like that some days.

Riza knows constellations really well for navigational reasons, and there were times that she showed Roy a way to get onto the roof from the attic and they'd stargaze. She would teach folk names of constellations, regional lore behind them, navigational uses for them etc; Roy would tell her basic facts about space and astronomy that come with understanding of alchemy.

Riza typically stuck to small prey (rabbits, fowl, easy to retrieve misc.), but Roy had an awakening when Riza first killed a whole ass deer (albeit a young one) and came back with it thrown over both shoulders with the determined energy of a small lionness.

Riza is REALLY good at cooking and baking because she had a bit too much free time to fuck around in the kitchen. She also learned how to cure and smoke meats bc of her hunting. It certainly helped them stay well fed.

Roy developed a habit of cooking for the household pretty regularly in a swapped routine with Riza after only a while of being around because he saw how much she had to be self sufficient in almost every way and honestly just wanted to relieve her of the constant responsibility and self parentification. He'd also help with chores constantly.

Roy had major internal conflict even early on because he respected his teacher greatly for his intelligence and brilliance, but also kned that Riza wasn't being raised well, and that no matter what he does, Berthold can only decline mentally. This is the root of his protective and caretaking behavior with her, ultimately.

Roy doodled and sketched a lot back in the day and had a little booklet that he guarded with his life bc it started out random assorted things, but eventually devolved into a book full of cute little doodles of mostly Riza jammed into the last half of the book (She can never know-). He still has it stored away.

Riza could easily pick him up even then, this never changed. She got to show this once when he sprained his ankle on a hike with her and she held half his weight as a crutch with no strain to herself. He never quite recovered from that (but boy did it make his crush worse).

Roy would notice rarely he'd have a shirt go missing and never could figure out why til he'd find Riza wearing an identical shirt. (She told herself it's just cause they're cozy of course- she just likes boys clothes too! They look nice under overalls and are comfortable to sleep in! nothing more /s) They never said a word about it even though it was right in front of them, they couldn't dare.

Roy had a bike, and she'd ride behind him down some of the rural roads and paths that could support it for fun sometimes.

During winter the home would get pretty chilly because of its size and not enough stoves/fireplaces to fully warm the declining estate, so when snowed in on miserably cold winter days they'd usually end up reclined in the study by the space heater or in the loungeroom by the fireplace reading separately, but still occasionally talking back and forth.

Riza stopped hunting post-Ishval. She couldn't bring herself to derive that same innocent pride and appreciation for the circle of life she once had, and felt she no longer deserved to have that respectful exchange with the cycle of life and death after what her skills had been used for. She never stops going to shooting ranges, but it's either for standard upkeep of practice or to vent.

[drabbles-mc]

Waiting For You

Kozik x F!Reader

Request by @espieviolet99​: 88. "Did you just kiss me?" With Koz? (Prompt is from This List)

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, little tiny sprinkles of angst

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: My brain has been an absolute muddled mess the past few days since I’ve been sick, but this came through and cut through the fog a bit haha. Hope you enjoy! xo

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For the last week, the only news that you’d gotten about the club had been through the grapevine. They were off on a run, one that was supposed to take two, maybe three days at the most. But it was nearing the end of day seven and you had no real information on anything that was going on. Gemma seemed unsettled, though, and that was all you needed to see in order to have your anxiety shoot through the roof.

You’d attempted to call and text every guy on the run that you had a phone number for, which was more than you’d originally thought. No one responded or picked up, which wasn’t out of character behavior when they were on a run, but you knew that things were going off the rails this time and you hated the fact that it was radio silence. On a couple occasions you tried to get some information out of Gemma since she was the only person in Charming who was able to get in touch with them, but whatever limited information that she got from Jax and Clay, she wasn’t in the mood to share. The unknown of it all was driving you crazy.

You were sat on the opposite side of the bar from Chucky, nursing a beer that you didn’t even really want, but it was an excuse to linger around the clubhouse just a little longer. Chucky was trying his hardest to carry a conversation and get your mind off of the stress of the situation with the MC. You admired the effort, even if it was futile. Even if it didn’t push the club tension from your mind, it was always nice to be able to talk to him. He was rambling on about his latest hobby, which was apparently making jam, when you heard the sounds of motorcycles rolling onto the lot. You both looked towards the door, hitting the breaks on your conversation immediately.

“Sorry, Chucky,” you shot him an apologetic smile as you jumped off the stool and ran towards the door. You heard him giving some sort of vague reassurance as you left, but none of it really registered.

You flung the clubhouse door open, and you saw that some of the guys were rolling their bikes into their usual spots. Gemma had emerged from the office as well, worry in her eyes as she did a quick headcount, which prompted you to do the same. Your assumption was that if some of them were back, all of them would be, but there weren’t enough bikes on the lot for that to be the case. There was one in particular that was missing that stood out to you the most.

Jax, Clay, Opie, Bobby, and Juice were all getting off their bikes. The knot in your stomach only grew tighter when you realized the full list of who was still MIA. Not that it wasn’t great that a few of the guys had made their way back, but you wondered what happened to the rest of them. Standing back, you waited for Gemma to greet them all, giving them each a once-over like she just had to be certain that they were actually back and all in one piece.

The guys gave you nods of acknowledgment. Jax managed a half-hearted smile when he saw the concern in your eyes, and Bobby gave you a loving clap on the shoulder. Juice was at the back of the pack, and you knew that if you were going to be able to get answers out of anyone, it would be him. Plus, you had to admit, he was one of the easiest guys in the club to talk to. He didn’t have a threatening bone in his body.

“Hey, Juice,” you reached out, managing to catch him on the shoulder before he got too far.

He turned, facing you, exhausted etched deeply into his features, “Hey, you good?”

“Are you?” out of everyone in present company, you were the last person that the guys should be worrying about. His lack of a response spoke volumes, “What happened? Where are the rest of the guys?”

He gave a helpless shrug, “It’s been a shitshow since we left last week. We got split up about three hours outside Charming.”

“And you just kept going?” it didn’t seem like them to leave half their club hanging.

“No choice,” from the tone of his voice, you figured it was best not to push the issue any farther.

“Okay,” you didn’t mean for it to come out as softspoken as it did.

“They should be here soon,” he saw the look on your face and tried his best to sound reassuring, “I mean, they’ve got Tig and Happy, what’s the worst that could happen, right?” there was a tired smile on his face.

You managed a laugh, “Right, right.”

“Sorry, by the way,” he said with a shake of his head, “We got your texts and shit, but we just couldn’t…you know…”

You nodded, “I know. I figured. I just, you know, I couldn’t not try,” an embarrassed laugh slipped past your lips.

He chuckled, shaking his head at you, “I know,” he paused, the look on his face letting you know that he was weighing the pros and cons of what he was about to say to you, “Kozik almost broke and called you back.”

“Really?”

“Yea. Hap had to smack the phone out of his hands before he could.”

You couldn’t help but to laugh at the mental image of that, “You guys never let me have any fun.”

“If it makes you feel any better, we weren’t having any fun out there either.”

You nodded, “I know,” you pulled him into a hug, “I’m glad you made it back safe. Go get some rest.”

“You should too.”

“Probably,” you shrugged, “I’m gonna wait a little longer, see if they catch up to you guys soon.”

Juice gave you a small nod and that was the last exchange you had with him before he disappeared into the clubhouse as well. When the door shut behind him, you couldn’t stop the sigh that came out of you. Running your hands down your face, you forced yourself to walk over and sit at the picnic table to wait. You took your phone out of your pocket, scrolling through your contacts until you landed on Kozik’s name. You knew that they were all riding, that he wouldn’t pick up, but that didn’t stop the urge to call anyway. Shaking your head at yourself, you locked your phone and set it on the table, eyes flicking back to it every few seconds to see if someone was reaching out.

You didn’t know how long you’d been sitting at the table, but it was starting to get dark, and chilly. The smart thing to do would’ve been to go home, or at least go get some shuteye in one of the dorms, but you couldn’t force yourself to move. Despite being in California, Charming got pretty chilly at night. Goosebumps broke out over your skin as your body let out a shiver.

As if on cue, the clubhouse door opened, Chucky emerging. He had a blanket draped over his shoulder and a coffee mug in his hands. He offered a sweet, sympathetic smile as he handed the mug to you. As soon as the warmth seeped through the ceramic into your hands, you instantly felt better.

“Here,” he took the blanket from his shoulder and draped it around you like a cape, “Hopefully they’ll be home before you finish your coffee.”

You chuckled, nodding, “Hopefully. Thank you, Chucky.”

He nodded, “You’re welcome. Have a good night.”

You watched him as he scampered off to his moped. You shook your head at the sight of him happily cruising out of the compound. It took all kinds to keep SAMCRO going, you supposed. Lifting the mug to your lips, you let the warmth of it wash through you.

The coffee in your mug was just about gone, and you were just about to give up on waiting for the night when you thought you heard a distant rumble. Your grip involuntarily tightened on the cup in your hands as you strained your ears to listen. A few more seconds went by and it only bolstered the tiny bit of hope in your chest.

In no time at all, the remained of the pack were rolling onto the lot as well. You let out a sigh of relief, trying to quickly get up from your spot at the picnic table. You got tangled between the bench and the blanket from Chucky for a moment, but you managed to free yourself from both as the guys all cut the engines on their bikes, immediately pulling of their helmets.

They all looked a little worse for wear but everyone was in one piece, and that was all you could ask for. You greeted them all, but you couldn’t pretend that there was one man that you had been waiting for more than all the others.

Kozik was at the back of the pack. You saw the sag in his shoulders as he hung his helmet off his handlebars, one hand coming up and running through his hair. He lingered by his bike for a few extra moments before turning around to head towards the clubhouse. When he turned, he wasn’t expecting to see you there, nervously twisting your hands in front of you.

One end of his mouth tugged up into a bit of a smile. It was the best he could manage in light of the stress and tiredness of the last week. Stepping in a little closer, he finally spoke up, “Hey.”

“Hey,” you fought the urge to jump and throw your arms around him, “Glad you guys all made it back safe.”

He nodded, “Yea, was looking a little dicey for a while there.”

“So I heard,” you paused, letting slip a small smile, “Also heard that Happy almost had to trash your phone to keep you from blowing their cover.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he collapsed the distance between you, “What can I say? You’re a hard person to ignore.”

You smiled, “I work very hard to be that way. Glad to know it’s paying off.”

There were a few beats of silence before he said, “It’s late—what’re you still doing here?”

“Waiting for you,” your eyes widened at your honesty. You knew that you should’ve said something a little more general, that you were waiting for all of the guys. And that would’ve been true, but it wouldn’t have been the whole truth.

“Worried I wasn’t going to make it back in one piece?” he chuckled.

You nodded, glad he handled your bluntness with grace, “Yea, something like that.”

“I’m here,” he wrapped you in a hug, “and in one piece.”

You instantly melted into the embrace. Wrapping your arms around his middle, you pulled yourself tight against him as your cheek pressed against his chest. The steady thrum of his heartbeat sounded in your ear and you didn’t think that you’d ever heard a better sound. If the week of silence and worry had reaffirmed anything, it was that whatever tiny infatuation you’d thought you had for Kozik was definitely more than that. All the denial in the world wouldn’t be able to suffice now. And, judging by the way that he wasn’t trying to pry himself out of your arms, you had the tiniest suspicion that you weren’t he only one with feelings bubbling beneath the surface.

“It’s been a long week,” he tells you, finally pulling away from you, “You should go home, get some rest.”

You laughed, “I feel like I should be telling you that.”

He smiled, gesturing to the clubhouse, “That’s the plan.”

“Good. I’m…I’m glad you’re home, Koz.”

He let out a sigh, one that was mostly relief mixed with a bit of exhaustion, “Me too.”

“Okay,” you fidgeted with your hands, “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

He nodded, “Yea, I’m not planning on going anywhere for a while after all of that,” a tired laugh slipped out of him.

You chuckled, “Good. Okay. Goodnight, then.”

“Goodnight.”

You stepped in, throwing your arms around his neck in another hug. Your entire body felt warm as the two of you stood in the middle of the parking lot. Your hands were rested on the back of his neck, but your fingers somehow wound their way into his hair. Pulling back just slightly, you pressed your lips against his. It was a soft, fleeting gesture, one that was over as soon as it started. Judging by the surprised look on both of your faces, neither of you had been expecting you to do that.

“Did you just kiss me?” he asked after a few seconds of stunned silence.

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as you nodded, letting your arms drop back to your sides as you took a small step back, “Yea. I…I did. I’m sor—” you shook your head, “I’m sorry. Just, this whole week I’ve been losing my mind, and if I didn’t do it now, when would I get another—”

“Could you do it again?” he cut you off, his voice soft.

“What?”

He stepped in, erasing the distance you’d put between you, “Kiss me again?”

You let out a breathy laugh as you nodded, “Yea, I could do that.”

Unable to suppress the smile on your face, you leaned in and kissed him again, this time with a little more conviction. He leaned into it immediately, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your body flush against his. Your hands interlocked behind his neck as you accidentally broke your kiss when you could no longer keep the giggles that were building in your throat at bay. Pulling his lips off of yours, he let out a huff of a laugh as he tried to catch his breath.

“All it took to get you to kiss me was a little life and death situation, huh?” he asked, smile still on his face.

You laughed, shaking your head as you playfully tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let you, “Shut up. Would’ve done it sooner if you’d just asked.”

“Wish I’d known,” there was a playful smirk on his lips.

“Yea,” you rolled your eyes, unable to successfully hide your smile, “I bet you do.”

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My thoughts on Seabound!!! 🌊🌊🌊 (2/4)

SPOILERS ALERT!!!

For now, nothing to complain about! We got Nya, we got MAYA AND RAY, we got GILES PANTON BACK A LEGO SHOW!!! 😍😍😍

Of course now I'm definitely curious about what the story is really about, like I'm guessing Wojira will wake up at some point so... Great Devourer all over again maybe? 😅 Idk, for now I just wanna enjoy Nya having her moment 🥳

Alright, here we go!

GENERAL THOUGHTS

New alert for reader, during the Nexo Knights period I was and still am the hugest Clay fan. Now that his voice is in this season I might scream more than necessary... keep that in mind 😅

I love the humor in this, all random but still kinda clever 😂😂 Maybe I'm biased because I love Jay but still 🤷‍♀️

I really like the design of the marine world, very cool!! 🌊🌊🌊

I guess I'm not really seeing any big plot twist moment for now? Ninjago seasons have history of basing seasons on a "we need to prevent this event from happening but it will happen anyway", so I can see Wojira waking up no matter what 🤷‍♀️

I wonder if that will be shocking? Usually when this situation happen, someone makes a major sacrifice (Zane with the Overlord, sensei Garmaron with Chen, again sensei G with the Preeminent...). Maybe Maya? I DON'T WANT THAT 😭 But I am curious, everything is going nicely and I'm not sure what it will bring! 🤩 I'M EXCITED SO LET'S GO!!!

THE WRATH OF KALMAAR

So this is the name of Clay's new incarnation, neat! 👍

Okay really, for having a season lately the main character just can't help but be trapped by the villain: kinda Zane in the ICE Chapter, Jay in Prime Empire, Cole in Master of the Mountain... we can call it a tradition at this point 🤷‍♀️

Giant serpent, yadda yadda, I wonder if we're gonna address the Great Devourer at some point? Not mandatory, but the reference would be very cool 🤩

Clay's new incarnation is a prince I- *hyperventilates in awe*

Nya playing dumb lol, I don't know if that's personal experience as she used to get kidnapped a lot in the past or she just have too many idiots in her life 😂

ALSO ANOTHER BEST GIRL'S SMIRK

NYA YOU'RE TOO MUCH ILY ❤💙❤💙

Jay I love that you're so worried about Nya but maybe try NOT TO DIE? YOU'RE WITH LLOYD AND ZANE YET YOU'RE THE ONE GOING FOR THE SACRIFICE WTH?? 😱 But he's worried about his cool GF I kinda get it, also he didn't do it so good...

WHAT. THE. HECK.

WHO ARE YOU OH MY FIRST SPINJITZU MASTER YOU'RE ADORABLE I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU YOU ABSOLUTE CUTIE 🤩🤩🤩

So Giles is doomed to voice LEGO characters with daddy issues 😂 That being not having a dad at all or having one that is... a good guy? Idk he seems chill with the surface at first glance, I wonder what's the story of this family

Maya reminds of my mom, she also mentions her work a lot and I study the same thing. But she doesn't want to brag, it gets annoying but she just wants to give me advice. It's nice to see actually 👍 Also Ray reference NEAT ❤❤❤

Wow, if any child-parent couple of this show was doomed at going semi Emperor's New Groove style, I would've bet on Ed and Jay honestly 😅

Oh HECK yes I knew that with my water girls things were BOUND to get cool 😎 ... yeah I know where the door is *goes away*

JAY NO WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT TRYING TO DIE STOP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!! 😱😱😱

My GOSH that scared the crap out of me 😅 Jay honey we have too many deaths in this team, you're not helping... BUT YOU POWERED AN ENTIRE SHIP BECAUSE YOU LOVE NYA AND YOU DIDN'T DIE AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BLUEBELL 💙💙💙

They were all so worried, I love this ninja family so freaking much 💜💜💜 Also better not tell this one to his GF 😂

And Bluebell?

Welcome to the "change eye color because of elemental power" team! WE GOT ANOTHER ONE I LOVE WHEN IT HAPPENS!!! 😍😍😍

Awww, Zane letting Jay be the captain, that was so cute of him 💕

Another great episode! Doing great so far but I still wonder if we got into the main story. Feels like there should be more, well we got time! Next one! 😊

LONG LIVE THE KING

Sooooo... that's one very telling title 😅 If we're going full Lion King on this one, I think I know where this is going 😵

Maya: Don't they know that metal taste terrible?!? (Again feels like Kai could say something like this 😂)

FINALLY NYA USING FREAKING WATER POWERS UNDER THE SEA!!! Thank you Maya for saying out loud what we were all thinking 👌👌

NINJA TO THE RESCUE!!!

Pff, okay, the fact that Kalmaar is all evil and cruel and then he gets startled like that, it's kind or adorable! 💕 Honestly Giles got such a deep voice, with Clay it was firm warm and reassuring, here we got plain devious and I ADORE it 😍😍😍

Maya come on don't doubt your daughter 😅 But I like her, and if she knew Nya they way we all do she wouldn't doubt that she could make it every time 😎

Yeah I was right, the king seems chill... oww I fear what's coming then 😳

Okay, so Kalmaar thinks that the world should go back to be lead by them like in the past, while the king just wants peace with the surface. And as we know, no drama no season so...

Yep, saw the death coming 😅

WHOA DID NOT SEE THAT LITTLE BLAME ACT COMING KALMAAR IS SO EVIL!!!... with a glorious voice but still (Rose focus on something that is not that godlike voice, you can do it 💪💪)

THE OLD ONE TWO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH COMBO ATTACK!!! 🌊❄🌊❄

Awww Benthomaar is actually really cute, he's so worried about his father 😢 And he's adopted apparently? I wanna know the story!!! 🤩🤩

Yep, there's the reason why Zane got a mask even though he doesn't need one, it completes his attire 😂😂😂 My gosh how I love this nindroid ❄

Did... did Jay just say phooey? Dude Ducktales ended a while ago but I'm still not over it 😭

I said it once before I'll say it again, Ninjago is really REALLY good at making death scenes. Like, omg, I genuinely felt sorry for them 😢😢 I also really liked that the king didn't ask to be avenged, he still wanted peace and he asked his son to protect the ninja and he cried actual tears...

MY HEART WTH 😭😭😭 So we're adding this to the real tears moments of the show, with Jay crying over pie, Zane with the flashback of his dad, Jay crying over Nya and Lloyd thinking the ninja are gone... my world this show is angsty 🙂

Third startle for prince Kalmaar, I love the gag 😂 Oh wait, king Kalmaar 🤷‍♀️

Okay, we got a coup, the ninja running away because they got framed, Benthomaar is most likely going to join them or at least help them, I guess Wojira will come out at some point while... Kai, Ray and Cole are still playing videogames? 😅

THIS IS GETTING COOL I WONDER WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT AAAAHHH HECK YES THERE IS THE HYPE!!! 😍😍😍

Although I hope we get more stuff with Nya and Maya, that's what I like 🤩

ESCAPE FROM MERLOPIA

I'm good at English and I can follow most of it, but the fantasy names are tricky so I didn't get before that this was the name of the place 😅 It's nice, at least it's not another Atlantis 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

LLOYD I SWEAR TO YOUR GRANDPA IF YOU TRY TO DIE AGAIN 😱

NYA YOU ARE NOT A GOOD SUBSTITUTE NONE OF YOU ARE OMG 😱😱

Ah, there he is, my new son Benthomaar 💙 He is so lovable already, I know nearly nothing about him and I like his character already a lot! He could relate with all of the ninja really, but maybe with Jay the most? They were both adopted after all 🤔🤔

*scribble note for a fanfic for later if this doesn't come up in the season*

Alright moving on 😗

I am so happy Nya gets a season, Kelly got a great emotional range that doesn't come out often in my opinion, but with a full introspection of water goddess we are all blessed by her voice acting 😍

Gotta say, admitting that Bentho didn't have to help them to answer the usual 'Can we trust him' question is pretty reasonable, like, better than other stupid answers 😅

Also don't mind me

Just screenshotting by ship 💙❤💙❤

Somehow lately we are letting Jay do the talking and I both hate and LOVE the fact 😂😂 Plain Bluebell nonsense, heck yes that's my jam👌👌

MAYA IS SO COOL OMG 🤩🤩

I literally can't not laugh at the startle gag with Kalmaar 😂

LLOYD WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT SELF SACRIFICING!! PLEASE IT'S NOT EVEN YOUR SEASON!! 😱😱😱😱

Aww Jay is still the Captain, nice! Wonder if it's giving him Skybound flashbacks... I hope not considering all he went through that time, poor Sparky 😅😅

ARE THOSE LITTLE WU ROCKETS?? 🤯

Can we skip a season and hang out with Pixal one time? I really wanna know how she organizes her free time to create these things 😍😍😍

THANK YOU LLOYD FOR NOT DYING ONCE AGAIN, MUCH APPRECIATED!!! 💚💚💚 My green bean needs a vacation... they all do 😅

THEY ARE

SO BEAUTIFUL 💙🌊💙🌊

Alright, back to the island hoping Kalmaar will not track us and follow us so he can get to the place and discover the amulet 🙂

Are we not calling the others? I miss my flame babe and Rocky ❤🖤❤🖤 Also RAY WATCHA DOIN I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING 🤩🤩

THE TALE OF BENTHOMAAR

Wait what? Shark boy backstory? SHARK BOY BACKSTORY?!? 👀👀👀

Wow, I see that Kalmaar didn't change a thing growing up, still the same gonna-be-a-villain 😂 Of course his voice got a lot deeper and cool and okay you know I love his voice moving on

I find it kinda funny that Kalmaar is so focused on royal blood and superiority, while Clay was basically a farm boy who worked his way up. Giles knows how to get the character no matter what 😍

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

BABY BENTHOMAAR AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

The king seems like such a good pers- fish- creature 😅 Now I'm double sad that he died, my world, why do I always care so fast, it's not healthy in this show where everyone could die 😰😰

I'M SORRY IS THAT KAI'S HAIR??? ��😂😂 I LITERALLY CAN'T LOOK AWAY WTH I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS

Literally every frame of Benthomaar makes me love him even more 😢

Interesting that we got an academic villain, he kinda reminds me of Clouse in a way, maybe even Harumi since she studied her way to her plan as well? I like that we got a bit of personality too!

Using your little bro for your own purpose... it's very evil but kinda also brotherly like 😂

Benthomaar really gives me that very PRECIOUS vibe, kinda the perfect son but also a naive and unaware BABY 💙

LEGO HUG 🤩🤩 Not exactly reciprocated but still 😅

Ooohhh, so this is how he found the temple! I like this, it shows that Bentho is most likely physically stronger than Kalmaar, while evil brother is focused on brain and studies. They are planned differently, I like it! 😚😚

Ouch, peer pressure... sibling pressure? Eh you get what I mean 😂

POOR BENTHO 😭😭😭 YOU GOT THE NINJA NOW DON'T WORRY WE'RE NEVER GONNA LEAVE YOU ALONE YOU PRECIOUS SHARK BABY!! 🦈🦈🦈

Bentho: will I really fit in with you guys? Do you really understand how I feel?

Lloyd: Jay was adopted, Nya's parents were gone most of her life, Zane lost his father while mine turned evil

Bentho(tearing up): yeah that can work

Okaaaaayyyyy, I like that we got a bit of backstory for Bentho too! We didn't get much for Vanya in Master of the Mountain, which is the only thing I was sad about (very little detail, AMAZING season 🖤🖤🖤), nice to see it here!!

But I really want more Nya and Maya interactions, I hope we'll soon get to them again!! 😍😍😍

Alright, getting somewhere here! I'm very curious about what's next 🤩🤩

[unimpressedperson]

Diary Entry: The concept of resting

First of all, I've been clinically ill because of extreme exhaustion at least twice between 2019 and 2021. So, I cannot proudly announce that I have a healthy relationship with work, duties, etc. Actually, this one would be the biggest lie ever told by someone with a straight face.

Also, something else I'm slowly learning: how to rest.

As mentioned a few diary entries before, I'm insomniac and sleep less than can be considered enough - or vigorous. Basically, if I were to live in a reality where my physical integrity and security relied solely on how well I respected my circadian body rhythm, then I'd be one of the first to decease.

Not trying to be humorous about a serious subject, but I'd last less than warm water thrown under a snow storm.

So for the past months, I've been trying to decode how I function and the best ways to promote a stout resting pace. It's no longer a luxury to understand, but a requirement in order to improve my daily life.

I tested many ways of resting, including a bunch of different activities I don't feel keen to maintain or embrace.

A few activities I'm comfortable doing includes pilates, painting, sculpting with clay, diving deep into the philosophy behind different ways of gardening, cooking and improving my seitan preparing techniques.

Also, I learned that some genres of dance do not please me or help me at all, learning about stuff - directly or indirectly - related to work makes me even more exhausted, traditional meditating do not bring any inner peace of mind, crochet is also very stressing.

In that marathon in order to understand myself better and find ways of relaxing, I got to a point where I thought sleeping - yes, the most difficult of the topics - a lot, for over 10 hours, could help me with resting. Nonetheless, I was painfully wrong.

Sleeping, as ironic as it may sound, wasn't the answer after all.

The point for this diary entry is: there are different concepts behind the word "resting", as in relaxing, letting some of the accumulated steam off.

I guess in such an hectic reality, we've been convinced running nonstop and reaching exhaustion is the key for success. As working humans, rest and proper sleep are considered rewards, not a right guarantee for the body and soul.

The touch with love and affection towards our own humanity is being lost. We're aiming to become the kind of humans that cannot pass our own Turing test.

There are different concepts of resting and we should take some time every other day in order to embrace it. Physically, mentally, spiritually, socially, emotionally, sensory and creatively, they need different approaches.

I tried sleeping and doing nothing for weekends, slept over 15 hours for two days in a row and didn't feel any more recomposed than before, if something, deep down I was with the sensation of time lost - which was not the case, though, I needed that kind of rest and felt less burnout.

However, I learned that for the past year I didn't allow myself to exercise my creative muscles, not enough to feel it bubbling inside me. It affected my productivity and mental health.

Exercising different abilities or maintaining alive different hobbies can be a type of resting. Reading, meditating, creating or just staying still in order to absorb the ambience surrounding you.

You can only observe how filled with water the jar actually is when it's completely still, but the filling it up requires movement. That's how resting works for human beings.

Even if we live in a burnout society, it doesn't mean we cannot slowly change it for ourselves.

We are not machines, therefore we cannot work like machines, receive commands and restart once we jammed with information.

Also, feeding your mental health with a false and toxic "positive mindset" might make more damage than good, because most of the coaching methods of improving productivity and pushing forward exhausted bodies with restless souls, they are not created to open your eyes to the best aspects of being alive.

I'm sick and tired of listening that I should feel more gratitude, to relax more - but without letting go of the 30 different errands draining off my energy and making me work overtime, because it might backfire.

In the end, this burnout society - as described by Byung-chul Han - can be ruthless and hurtful, condemning of those tired of being tied to it, but the best method to detangle yourself from this mess is learning more about yourself.

Self-knowledge brings enlightenment and enriches the experience of being alive, even among the chaos.

Knowing how to rest is a nice and healing beginning.