#low res law still gets me even now

[beauregardlionett]

did i rant to my friends about dorian and orym just to be called a simp? yes i did. and i'll do it again.

these two characters? consume my waking thoughts. because just fucking think about this from a timeline/literary point of view for a second with me.

orym lost his husband and his father-in-law (who he always calls dad because he didn't have a dad growing up) in a violent attack on his leader a while ago and whatever magic was used to kill them kept them dead - no reviving magic worked to bring them back. in the space of a single attack, he lost two of the most important people in his life, and now he's a widow who still mourns and loves in equal measure even while far from home trying to save the world. he loves even though he's scared of losing again.

dorian is a runaway heir to a title he never really wanted, a musician for himself, a charlatan hiding behind an easy smile, who has really only ever wanted to see the world in his own time and make real friends for once in his life. and he did that! all on his own! he was with the group at the beginning of the campaign but then they ran into his older brother who was in trouble and needed to lay low and dorian went with him, falling back on old instincts that family by blood comes first. he ran from the group and from the foundations he was building with them. because dorian has only ever run from the things that scare him. but now he's back, re-traced his frightened footsteps toward the daunting promise of tomorrow - not yet with the group, we're getting his side of the story first. and he even said it himself, that he ran from the group and now he's not sure why he did it, why he left, when he stands here now and realizes everything he wanted was already in front of him.

they have sending stones, a once a day chance to say something to each other in 25 words or less. they've been using them, keeping each other updated on where they are, that they're still alive, and kindling this flame even without dorian at the table, without even seeing each other, and liam has been carrying this torch alone for 78 episodes but damn it the flame is still lit regardless!

and orym always updates on their progress and location first, and with whatever words he has left he drops in a sentiment to remind dorian that they still care - that orym still cares. and orym is practical through and through, he's a strategist so he always always always uses his words wisely because he's so fucking limited by this spell but the last message he sent? he repeated himself, he admitted a weakness, he faltered.

he told dorian where they were. he asked if dorian could come their way. he admitted to struggling while his voice broke. he asked again but in a different way if dorian could come their way. he ended the message with the most heartbreaking "fuck, i miss you," i have ever heard in my life.

orym, the man who messaged dorian 52 episodes ago and said "glad you're not here, wish you were anyway." because they're constantly in danger, and he wouldn't wish that on dorian, but he still aches to have him near. orym, the man who confessed 13 episodes ago during a trial with his friends that he's lonely, that he misses dorian and sometimes he thinks it's okay and sometimes he doesn't - because he was married and is still mourning and how dare he have feelings for someone else? how dare he move on even when his husband would WANT him to be happy again? he indicated dorian was missed by everyone in three of his previous messages before the trial, before finally shifting to 'I, orym, me - it's me who misses you'.

and dorian, the one who replied to a message orym sent him with "stay steadfast, sending you fairer winds" in the most longing tone i have EVER heard. dorian, who kissed orym's forehead when they parted ways but that is the closest they have come to acknowledging whatever is between them. dorian, who has been to orym's home between exu and c3 and met orym's mom and knows about orym's husband.

when orym died 58 episodes ago, he went limp and the sending stone slipped out of his hand because he was trying to message dorian before he died, before he ran out of words and breath. before he was revived, there was a moment he stood in the beyond and saw his husband and he told orym "you're not done," and orym said "i really wish i could stay," and then his husband said "i'll still be here," and orym said, heartbroken, "oh, i miss you so bad."

he told dorian, "i've really missed you," and "fuck, i miss you." i miss you is orym's way of saying i love you.

they're so close. they are so close. and orym fully died 19 episodes after dorian left, but he was revived and then never told dorian via sending that happened. part of me wants dorian to find out and the other part hopes he never has to feel like he failed orym by leaving. because nothing could have changed that from happening, not even dorian.

they are so close to reuniting, orym has needed dorian back for WEEKS and he's so close. i'm begging them to hold on so they can hold each other again.

and, again, from a literary point of view, you know the wildest part about all of this?

none of it is scripted.

[velvethopewrites]

The sob story with this is that I wrote this yesterday and it got deleted before I could save it. I wanted to die cry, basically. Somehow I managed to re-create most of it, after working on it all damn day. (I basically ended up writing over 6,000+ words in one day. Yowza) I still feel as though the first version was better, but…no one knows that but me, I suppose. (And my partner, who got to read it right before the horrors happened). Regardless, I am proud of this and proud of myself for not giving up when it really would have been easy to. So huzzah to the fickle hand of fate and all that stuff.

For Suptober 2023 prompt “starlight”

I tag @fellshish and @canonblastedships and @clarkenting for being super cool reblog buddies, lol (which is just a thing I made up) This is the longest destiel fic I’ve written yet and it will be my first official AO3 destiel! (As soon as I remember how to do that, oy)

Edited: Now with Spiffy AO3 Link! Here!

The Starlight

There were three types of people that visited the Starlight Lounge — drunks, people desperate to score, and the employees that made their bread and butter trying to tame the other two.

Dean Winchester, unfortunately, was a member of that third group. Oh, sure, Dean had been known to put away a fair bunch of liquor in his day, and sure, Dean had definitely been known to do the Bedroom Rodeo whenever the opportunity presented itself. Hell, back when he’d first started at the Starlight he’d often been three types at once. Work, drink, get laid. Sometimes, not even in that order.

But that was past Dean. Current and newly mature Dean (hah) just wanted to work, go home, eat and fall into his bed. Working at the Starlight wasn’t that bad – it had fairly decent pay and it was often interesting. And like everyone else, Dean had bills to pay and he gave more than his fair share to Sammy. Not that Sam really needed it anymore; he was busy working as a law clerk downtown, putting himself through school. But still, Dean wanted to help as much as he could and besides it was his brotherly duty. Heh. Duty.

Tonight, due to the cold and rainy weather, the bar was fairly empty and business had been slow. There was only one of his regulars, a writer by the name of Chuck crying into his notebooks at the back of the bar. To be honest, Dean had never seen Chuck write a damn thing but the man sure could put scotch away like a pro.  There was also a young couple making out in one of the booths near the restrooms. He’d been keeping an eye on them most of the night, actually, making sure no one lost any clothing. The Starlight didn’t need a public indecency charge on the books. At least, not so soon since the last one, at any rate. 

Dean yawned and finished cleaning up the bar, hoping Chuck and the couple on their way to Soft-Porn Town would soon be leaving. Maybe Dean could even push them on their way a bit early, so he could get home at a decent time, for once.  As he walked over towards Chuck to perhaps lightly suggest the writer hit the road, the double doors of the bar blew open – bringing in the rain, the cold rush of the wind and a new customer in a beige trench coat with seriously fucked up hair. Great.

Dean sighed and turned back around as the new guy slumped onto the first stool at the bar. His dark brown, messed up hair looked even worse up close, and he had a scowl on his face as he glared down at the bar in front of him.

“Whiskey. Neat,” Messy-Hair said, voice low and very rumbly.

Dean pulled down a clean glass and poured some of their nicer whiskey into it. Dude looks like he could afford it, at any rate. He had a nice suit on under the coat, now that Dean could properly see it and his watch was one of those big clunky things that could probably tell the time on Jupiter or some shit like that. The man’s hand reaches for the glass before Dean has barely pushed it forward. He throws back the drink in record time and hits the bar with it so that it makes a loud thunk.

“Another one.”

Dean shrugged as the man kept glaring down at the bar as though it contained all the answers to life and everything else; Dean knew for a fact that it didn’t. It didn’t even have a ‘42’ scratched into it or anything. (RIP Douglas Adams)

This time the man just wraps his hand around the glass, his fingers clutching at it and woah, Dean thinks, dude’s got some huge fucking hands. They’re big and they’re strong looking. The fingers are nice and long and graceful and oh, oh, oh. Maybe it’s a kink, or maybe it’s a preference, but Dean loves hands. Manly looking mitts like Messy-Hair here and even smaller, more delicate hands like on most women, with pretty nail colors. But Dean’s not choosy.

He sees motion out of the corner of his eye and notices Chuck signaling that he’d like to pay up. Glancing at Messy-Hair he figures he has a few minutes before having to pour him another so he sets the bottle down and heads over to the other side.

“All right there, Chuck?”

“Yeah, yeah, thank you, Dean.”

The older man is flipping through his wallet and counting out his cash slowly. Dean wipes the bar and puts Chuck’s last glass into the bucket for later cleaning.

“Write anything tonight?” Dean always asks this question. It’s like a little game he and Chuck play because it always has the same answer.

“No,” Chuck says looking up at him. He places his finger to his temple solemnly, almost like he’s holding a gun. “But I did a lot of work up here.”

He always gives Dean this look as though Dean should know exactly what he’s talking about. But, of course, Dean never does. He likes to read but he sure as hell would never attempt to write. Personally, he thinks Chuck is sort of crazy, but hey, to each their own, right?

Chuck pushes his notebooks into his old canvas bag on the bar. It’s bulging with everything he carries with him and looks fit to burst. Dean supposes that writer’s block is heavy business.

Chucks nods goodnight as he slips his bag over his shoulders, buckling a bit under the weight. Dean watches as he wobbles away and he’s not sure if it’s from the alcohol or the bag. He’d normally be worried (hey, no bar can stay in business if all its clientele got themselves killed), but he knows Chuck lives nearby. He’ll be all right and probably in his same spot tomorrow evening. He puts Chuck’s money into the till and realizes he tipped Dean more than usual. He really did have had a good night, then.

He notices the couple trying to break the world record for smooches in a single night are getting up and putting on their jackets. Maybe Dean can get out early; he’s got the DVR set for Dr Sexy already, but he wouldn’t say no to catching it live for once.

Glancing over he sees Messy-Hair is now resting his head on the bar, but he lifts it as the doors bang shut behind Chuck, the cold burst of wind making his hair looking even more disheveled. Dean heads back over to see if he needs a refill and is suddenly struck dumb by the other man finally looking at him. Holy Mother of Blue, those are some eyes. The dude is handsome. Like old-time movie handsome. Strong jaw, with a smattering of scruff, pink soft lips and eyes that look like they can see into your soul, no, scratch that, not see, but pierce. Dean swallows roughly and picks up the whiskey bottle. 

“Hey, uh, it’s getting late. One more for the road?” Dean assumes the dude doesn’t know the Starlight is technically open until midnight. Assumes, hah. More like prays.

Blue-Eyes stares at him and frowns. “I thought this establishment closed at midnight.”

“Er, yeah. I suppose it does.”

“Then I’ll take another,” Blue-Eyes pauses and holds out his glass. “And keep them coming for the next forty-five minutes, barkeep.”

Dean blinks at the old-fashioned word and pours another round. They stare at each other until he hears a giggle and a clearing of a throat. He looks over to see the couple and wonders how long they’ve been waiting. Judging from the churlish look on the guy’s face and the barely contained laughter emanating from the girl, it’s been awhile. He settles their tab and takes their money (lousy tip, of course) as the two saunter past Blue-Eyes and escape out into the night. Well, at least Dean can see it’s stopped raining.

Making up his mind, he follows them from behind the bar and locks the door after them. He flips off the sign, too. He may be stuck here with Blue-Eyes, but he’ll be damned if he’ll let someone else come meandering in to make him get home even later.

He comes back to stand in front of his customer and makes a decision. Pulling down another glass, he pours some of the whiskey into it and sighs as the warmth of it hits his system. What do they always say about good whiskey? It should warm the cockles of the heart, or something like that. Not that Dean actually knows what a cockle is, but hey, it went down smooth.

He realizes Blue-Eyes is watching him and Dean decides to bite the bullet. He’s tired, bored and probably on his way to cranky town if Blue-Eyes keeps his word about the next forty-five minutes.

“So, what brings you out on a cold and rainy night like tonight, Mr, uh…what’s your name? I can’t keep calling you what I’ve been calling you in my head.”

The other man squints and tilts his head at Dean like a tiny, confused bird. And no, Dean doesn’t find that adorable at all. Nope.

“What have you been calling me in your head?”

Dean purses his lips. Sometimes he’s really an idiot. He gives Blue-Eyes a shaky laugh.

“I said I wasn’t gonna keeping doing that.”

They stare at each other again, neither one budging until Blue-Eyes releases a breath and blinks, shoulders slumping a bit more. By the end of the night Dean expects this guy to be melted into the floor.

“Cas.”

Dean frowns. “Your name is Mr Cas?”

“No, just Cas.” Blue-Eyes, no, scratch that, Cas then holds out his hand so Dean can shake it like they’re fellow professionals meeting at a party or something. As he grips the other man’s hand in his own he realizes Cas’s hand is warm, dry, and, yep, strong. The dude is seriously ticking all of Dean’s boxes without even trying. It’s a bit unnerving, really.

“Is that short for something?” Dean asks, wondering what type of name that is.

Cas just looks at him over the rim of his glass. “Perhaps.”

Neither of them say anything else for a long moment and Dean shakes his head. “People ever tell you you talk too much?”

“Yes. All the time,” Cas says with a smirk.

Dean laughs. “Well, whatever. It’s officially nice to meet you, Cas. I’m Dean. Humble and professional barkeep at your service.”

“Hello, Dean.”

Cas’s voice is deep but there’s a warmth to it that makes Dean happy.  They chit-chat for a bit, just like Dean would do with any newbie to the bar. He pours them both another round and then tries his question again.

“So, you seemed a bit upset earlier. What brought you through my doors, Cas?”

Cas sighs and glances away. He taps his fingers lightly on the polished wood of the bar. He stares at Dean as though assessing him and then looks as though he’s made up his mind.

“My…er, the person I’ve been dating, dumped me tonight. We went to an expensive restaurant and ordered far too pricey food for the serving size and drank outrageously fancy wine. Then they ordered an expensive bottle of cognac, drank it all and then told me I wasn’t worth it.”

Dean winces. “Ouch. How long were you together?”

“Six months.”

“Well, it’s not too long for a relationship, but it’s long enough to hurt.”

Cas nods, looking sullen again.

“What special occasion was it?”

Cas stares at him. “How could you possibly know that?”

“Fancy restaurant, the way you’re dressed, the cognac. Nobody orders that unless there’s been a birth or an anniversary or both.”

“It was my birthday,” Cas says, looking down again.

“Fuck,” Dean blurts out without thinking. “And they dumped you? Seriously bad juju, man.”

Cas nods and takes another drink of his whiskey, looking miserable. Dean tops off both of their glasses and hums.

“What was his name?”

Cas whips his head up, suddenly looking confused and more than a little worried. “I never said it was a he.”

“It was your distinct lack of pronouns, dude. Always the dead giveaway. Trust me, as a guy who plays for both sides, I know. Pronouns are key. Hey, relax, Cas, this is a safe space.” Dean points to the small pride flag he keeps above the bar and watches as Cas visibly relaxes.

The silence that falls between them is comfortable now. Welcoming, even. Cas clears his throat and rests his hand on his chin, peering at Dean.

“So…you’re bi, I assume or, pan, perhaps?”

“Got it in one. Just another bisexual loser ruining the world one lay at a time.”

Dean winks to show he’s only kidding. He’s proud to be bi, but it doesn’t mean he can’t make a joke at his own expense. Of course, if Sam or his friend Charlie were here they’d both tell him what they thought of that.

“His name was Bartholomew.”

Dean snorts. “It fits him. Douche-y name for a douche-canoe.”

Cas barks out a laugh and it completely changes his face into something truly beautiful. Dean suddenly feels the need to always make Cas laugh like that. He can’t imagine anyone not wanting to – his laugh is infectious. And the light it puts in his eyes is irresistible.

Cas looks serious again as he swirls the rest of the whiskey in his glass. “To be honest, Bart was just the last in a long line of failed…connections. I’m doubting my own self-worth at this point. Everyone ends up leaving or they get fed up with me. I’m too introverted…too socially awkward to deal with, I suppose.”

“I don’t know, you seem to be doing okay right now.”

“I’ve been drinking,” Cas says, deadpan. “And also I’m paying you.”

Dean chuckles. “Not really, I decided to stop charging you as soon as I poured my first one.”

“Your hospitality know no bounds. Truly.”

Dean laughs. Cas’s dry delivery and poker-faced expressions really are the limit. He feels that familiar warmth he always gets when he meets someone new. A someone new that excites him. But he pushes the feeling aside because he knows on some level that trying to get into Cas’s pants is so not what the other man needs right now. Dean shivers as he realizes how damn mature that sounds. Next he’ll be looking into 401ks and cemetery plots.

“Well, consider them birthday drinks. Of course, this stuff doesn’t cost a small fortune or anything, but I figured you’d already paid out enough tonight.”

Cas smirks and shakes his head at Dean. “Thank you, Dean. It’s actually very kind of you to…take pity on me.”

He says it jokingly but Dean gets the sense that he means it. He reaches forward and touches Cas’s hand.

“Hey, no pity here. You are ridiculously attractive and if I didn’t have a conscience, I’d definitely be throwing out my best lines here to help you relieve some tension, if you know what I mean. And you are not awkward to me, but even if you were, it wouldn’t be enough to stop me from asking for your number or seeing if you wanted to meet up sometime. I barely know you but you seem like a decent guy, Cas. And I think all of those people that don’t get you can just fuck right off. You need to keep trying, man. Don’t give up just because a few losers couldn’t see what they had.”

Cas blinks at Dean, blue eyes getting huge. “You think I’m ridiculously attractive?”

Dean thinks back. Did he say that? Yeah, he said that. Figures that would be the only thing to register with the dude.

“What sort of line would you use on me? I mean, if you were going to, that is.” Cas shyly glances away and then back, a curious look on his face.

“Oh, uh, probably something like, well you know what they say — the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.” Dean waggles his eyebrows and smirks, faking a leer.

“I’m not sure that would work with me,” Cas says, mirth clear in his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. You’d make me work for it, I know. But seriously, you need to regroup, clear out the douche-canoes from your life and find a new guy, man.”

Cas smiles at him in fondness, and nope, Dean is not going to do it. He will not break his rule about dating people just out of relationships. Not even for big huge blue eyes that make him feel sappy like a love song. Cas, however, clearly has other plans.

“This may be forward but, um, Dean would you allow me take you out for dinner? As a date, in case you were wondering how I meant it.”

“Oh, wow, Cas, um, I mean…”

Cas’s face takes an interesting journey in two seconds – from hopeful joy to miserable and wretched. Dean feels his heart break a little bit for him in that moment and mentally kicks his own ass for being a tool.

“Oh, I see. I…I’m sorry, Dean. Thank you for hospitality.” Cas fumbles with his wallet and places far too much money next to his glass. “I won’t keep you anymore. Go home and enjoy whatever is left of your night.”

Dean watches dumbly as Cas sits up straighter and then turns in his seat, his broad shoulders unyielding, suddenly. Dean knows he just can’t let it end like this.

“No, wait, Cas!”

Dean practically flings himself around the bar to reach Cas before he can unlock the door and leave without a backwards glance. He rests his hand on Cas’s shoulder, stopping him.

“It’s only because I have a rule about dating people that just got out of a relationship. It has nothing to do with you, I promise you. You need to focus on you, dude. Figure out what you’re looking for. If this one was just the last in a long line of guys who don’t understand you, try and see what people you’re going for. I mean, I’m no expert, and God knows I’ve had my fair share of jumping before looking moments, but I think you just need some Cas time right now, you know? If we ever start something I do not want to be rebound guy and you deserve something better than a one night stand.”

Cas stares at him, blue eyes half in shadow.  Dean holds his breath, hoping he didn’t just lose something. All he can hear is the clock ticking behind him and the pounding of his own heart in his ears.

“That was quite the speech,” Cas finally says. “You sound like you know from experience.”

“Cas, man. You have no idea.”

“I have some, like I said, a long line of rejections. Still…”  Cas’s eyes search his face and then nods to himself. “Maybe you’re right. I do tend to do things without thinking in this area of life despite being very practical usually. And you’re also right on anther point, Dean. You do not deserve to be “rebound guy”.”

Dean can’t help his grin as Cas makes the quotes motion with his fingers. They stare at each other for a bit longer before he unlocks the door. Cas steps out as the cold air filters in between them, causing them bother to shiver. Dean pauses, and then holds out his hand. “Let me have your phone.”

“My phone?”

“Yeah, you have one, right? Or have you moved on to something flashier like sky writing?”

Cas snorts and shakes his head. He fumbles in his pockets and then pulls out a slim, black smartphone. He unlocks it and hands it over. Of course, it’d be that kind of phone that can help you bake bread or turn off all the lights in the world with just a click or something. He finally finds what he’s looking for and puts his contact information in.

“There. There’s my number. Text me to let me know you get home, okay? And as for the rest, we’ll take it one day at a time, Cas. Let’s be friends, first.”

Cas smiles shyly as he looks down at his phone and nods. “Friends, first. I like that. Goodnight, Dean.”

“Goodnight, buddy. Be safe.”

Cas slips out and away, leaving a coldness in his wake as he takes his body heat with him. Dean watches him go, the black of the night almost swallowing him up. Cas pauses to pull his coat tighter, the glow of the streetlight lighting up his profile. To Dean he looks pure—angelic, almost, like a painting or a sculpture. With one last look at Dean, he eventually fades away, disappearing back into the world. Soon all Dean can see is his own breath in the air and the twinkling starlight from the surprisingly clear sky above. He locks up again and finishes his routine for the night. After he’s put the money in the safe and headed out back to his car, he feels happy inside. Like something good just occurred — like some new path has been cleared for him to travel. His drive home is quick and easy, there’s hardly any traffic mostly due to the earlier rain. It’s just as he’s pulling into his driveway that he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. It’s from an unknown number and his heart beats faster as he reads the message.

From unknown: I arrived home safely, Dean. Thank you, again. Would you like to get coffee tomorrow, or, perhaps I should say, later today? Oh, this is Cas, by the way. In case you didn’t know. :)

Dean saves the number and then returns to the message to reply, a grin creeping onto his face before he even realizes it.

Dean: Of course, dude. Coffee sounds great. Around 1pm?

Cas: Perfect. Do you know the Blue Java Café on Marion and Elm? It’s across from the park and one of my favorite places.

Dean: Sounds good. Can’t wait to talk to you sober, ya lush… (lol j/k hah) 

Cas sends him a sticking-tongue-out emoji as a response and Dean chuckles as he locks up his car. He has a nice, happy feeling in his heart as he thinks of Cas. Like maybe this is something special. Or maybe it’s just that it could be and has the potential to be. He knows he told Cas friends first, but Dean’s willing to see where it…where they, can go.

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Dear magisowo

I just moved into a new home, and, on paper, it had everything I needed: close to my university, walkable city, and no low hanging lights I can hit my horns on. On paper, that is.

See, the issue started the day I moved in. The landlord gave me my keys, and I went inside. The interior was nice, however, as I quickly discovered, my new home was already inhabited by a multitude of ghosts, who were, to their credit, just as confused as me.

They're not troublesome spirits, far from it, but i was under the impression that a landlord had to disclose things like this before you sign the lease. (But it is my first time renting, so i may be mistaken) Either way, the landlord isn't returning my phone calls.

According to Martha (oldest ghost in the house, very motherly) none of them were informed the house was even open to new tenants. We're willing to compromise and try to live together, but as of right now, it's.. crowded. I wasn't prepared for roommates and they weren't prepared for me. Do we have any legal options here? I'm not looking to get them kicked out, of course, just wondering if we could get compensation from the landlord.. or at the very least a second bathroom.

- sincerely, one very cramped were-goat

(With the supervision of Martha, Daniel, Priya, Micah, Suki, and Horace, amiable ghost-roomies)

Hello!

We’re sorry to hear you were taken by surprise in such a way! Let us first assure you that your landlord should indeed have told you that the building you were renting is haunted. Not doing so is a violation of the duty to disclose that every landlord has towards their tenants.

Even if your landlord was not aware of the haunting (which, though unlikely, is possible if they lack all second sight) it is still their responsibility to have their property inspected for such things. Considering you are Sighted yourself and are not opposed to sharing with the ghosts, we are guessing you’re not looking to get out of your lease, but it is certainly grounds to renegotiate your rent.

When it comes to the rights of your ghostly housemates, that is rather more tricky. Our current laws still state that the incorporeal cannot have legal possession of physical property, but there are various provisions in place to protect their well-being. The following people may be able to help you:

The Dial-a-Ghost Agency, experts in (re)housing haunting spirits. In case any of your housemates wish to relocate.

The neighbourhood mediums of our Medium-ation Programme. They usually mediate between people like yourself and the spirits haunting them, but they also have a great deal of knowledge on the ghostly and will be able to communicate with your housemates.

If necessary we can help you find a lawyer specialising in tenancy law, or an Incorporeal Entity Advocate that can look into your housemates' options.

Sincerely,

~ the MagISoWo Team  

[sagescented]

Husband had a dental appointment today to finish the other half of his deep clean. I had to step out halfway through to take my telehealth appointment with my GP since we had overlap between our appointments today.

My GP's really excited about my progress since she put me on the new diet. She's going to re-refer me to Cardiopulmonary Therapy, though, despite my cardiopulmonary workups coming back fine, that way I have medical supervision for my reconditioning, since it's been so long. But other than that, she's comfortable waiting until my usual / regular yearly labs are due in April, to see me back again. Which is great news!

Other than that, everything went well. Hubby has to go back in 6 weeks (ish) to make sure his cleaning took and everything's healing ok. And then I think I'm going to need to make an appointment for Whisper at the vet soon.

She's been acting strange since yesterday evening. Not lethargic, but more like she knows she did something wrong and is just ... Waiting to be punished for it or something? Doesn't want to come out of her kennel and has to be pulled out of it by force, is keeping her head down the whole time she's out, won't wag her tail and is keeping it tucked, didn't greet or play with my Husband yesterday when he came home from work like usual- and she only ate half her food last night (she is drinking like normal, though, so that's good). She's never like this, but we have no idea what's up.

As far as we know, there's nothing she could've gotten into. So I'm going to keep an eye on her for a couple days and see if she's just In A Mood™ because I took the bedding in her Kennel away yesterday (it's dirty and needs to be cleaned, and we'd had plans to give her a bath at the same time) ... Or if it's a more serious long term issue she needs a Vet appointment for.

Fingers crossed it's the former and not the latter- and if that's the case, it certainly wouldn't be the first time I've had to deal with someone being in A Mood because of some small change like that; I love my Pittie mixes to death and back- always will. But sometimes they can be so dramatic about things, ha.

ETA: @resolvedbrunette brought up a really good point about my Brother in Law potentially having done something to her. And I was going to say no at first, but then I remembered one of the last times he was down to visit and we had issues with Whisper not feeling well after he left.

We don't know if my Brother in Law dumped his Dog's food out in the yard before he left, or what. But we had this issue at one point where the day he left, Whisper suddenly started vomiting mountains of food out of nowhere. And we hadn't fed her yet that day (we evening feed all our animals, and this was during the day that it happened). It lasted about 3 hours, and then she was fine after that.

When we pulled the towel we gave her as temporary bedding (because she hates sleeping on the bare plastic bottom of her Kennel) out today, we found vomit in the bottom of the box. Not much, but enough that it seemed she threw up at some point while we were gone at the Dentist. I didn't think anything of it at the time. But now that Res has mentioned it ... I wonder if my BIL isn't feeding his Dog outside while he's here. And now I'm wondering if Whisper didn't potentially get into Buster's food while she was outside with him, unattended, yesterday while I was making the Peanut Butter Protein Balls for my Husband.

She used to have a habit of- even when she had food in her bowl- going and polishing off the food in the Cats' bowls the second we looked away. We had to start feeding them on top of the bookshelves as a result. And she still gets into the litter boxes and eats their poop, no matter what we do ... So I really wouldn't be surprised if, if my Brother in Law is feeding his Dog outside, she'd get into his food as well. And that's the only time we've left them together unattended since he moved back in with us. Now low and behold, we're having problems with her again?

If so, I'm going to be so mad about it. Because that man can never think anything through, or be considerate about anything or anyone and I hate it.

[with-love-from-hell]

An update.

(Created June 9th, 2024)

Hello my lovely readers (both old and new). It has been a very hot minute since I have posted anything and I recognize that. I just wanted to give a short little update on some asks/comments I've been getting recently about my very low activity outside of reblogs.

A lot of stuff has happened personally over the past year or so that has left my thirst for writing completely dried up. I won't go into a lot of details, but there have been a lot of changes in friendships, amongst me training to be a supervisor at work (and completely changing my location of practice and working through a company merger), some more internal conflicts about whether me and my partner are having/adopting kids, amongst many other things. The time I would usually spend writing was during downtime at work, where I had no charting and many cancelations, and that has not been the trend lately- plus there is now a security blocker on my computer that completely blocks Tumblr from use, as well as Google Doc, which were previously the only two places I would draft my writings.

This is not me saying goodbye to writing all together. I still really love and enjoy it, but am needing to find some more free time and get back up the motivation to continue writing, which I have been hoping for over the past 9 or so months, but never happened. Because of this, I haven't moved my blog into "Hiatus", which I'm thinking I'm going to do now to avoid shame over having it open reciecing requests, and feeling too overwhelmed to even respond to them.

So for now, I am putting my blog into Hiatus.

Tips on Kofi are still accepted, but I will absolutely not be asking for any since I know I haven't been giving my all to writing lately, plus there are much more important things your money can be going to rn, like victims of the genocide in Palestine and Palestinian liberation.

In regards to my ongoing series:

I will eventually return to Melancholia, I really just don't know when. I likely will need to do a re-read of everything I've done with it and the parent series before that happens though, which is a lot to go through. I'm not making any promises, but my goal is to finish the series- I will say that much.

As for 5-sides: I completely stopped writing this one for now because I am going through a re-write of the series. Mostly because of the friendship shifts which resulted in 1 individual in the series being removed from my life, plus some shifts in other dynamics in that group. In addition, there were some things I felt I rushed and I could have done better at writing or incorporating devilgrams into the story, so I want to go back and comb through that one as well. I know this one didn't get much engagement because it's OC/my insert content, but it means a lot to me and I will be taking time to re-do it.

As for requests: I am going to put a pause on them until Melancholia is finished (which, like I said, doesn't have a clear timeline). I will also remind folks who do send in requests once they do open back up:

I am not your therapist, so please don't ask me for specific help with a problem you're having. I'm professionally trained and licensed as a therapist, but it is unethical (and illegal) for me to provide services without any agreements, HIPPA compliant technology, or respect for licensing laws that vary state to state, and even if it was, it is not something I want to do in this space. If you need help, please utilize Google or Psychology Today to find any services in your area.

Please keep requests somewhat simple and generalizable to a wider audience. I'm don't necessarily like writing for an mc with a Laundry list of diagnoses/problems occurring at once that seem *very* personal to the individual requesting, as I have many content enjoyers who want to relate to the writing I produce for free. This also takes up a lot more of my time researching to ensure I'm depicting everything correctly. This type of request is much better suited for a commission, given how much time and personalization goes into it. That doesn't mean you can't request writing for a specific diagnosis or problem (such as an eating disorder, self harm, or trauma) though. That I do encourage!

I am a person with a life outside of Tumblr. I have a full time job, an elder pet who needs significant attention, and a decent sized chunk of family and fiends that I am engaged with regularly off of the internet. Please don't harass me about your requests unless I have given you a clear timeline and am not providing updates. If you're just checking in that I have recieved them, I will reply to that and inform you that status of your request. However, you DO NOT need to send me a ton of messages asking the same thing when I had clearly indicated I was/am going to be working on it or that I'm not quite in the space to work on it, but would inform you when I was or tag you in it when its completed. This makes me far less likely to want to write your request. While it doesn't happen often, I've gotten it about commission requests a few times over the past few months and I just wanted this to serve as a gentle reminder.

I do look forward to getting the motivation to write again, and I appreciate all my readers who have supported me (not just with comments, likes, reblogs, and engagement, but financially as well when times were tough). I am so grateful for all of you and I appreciate so much that you all enjoy my writing enough to want to see more. I hope you all understand where I'm at, and can respect that while I take the time that I need ❤️

[whochromatic]

I must not read chapter 109 and wait for the chapters to pile up.. I must not read chapter 109 and wait for the chapters to pile up.. I must...

*reads it anyways*

Why did I do that. Damnit, I should've known that reading that chapter would have re-activated my need for more. I was way better off ignoring anything related to Yohaji and just went about my day, not thinking about Yohaji every minute of the hour of the day of the week. But the damage has been done. Now I have to read the whole manga all over again just to satisfy myself once again. But no. That's not enough. I searched every corner to hunt every single content of Yohaji. Tumblr. Twitter. Youtube. Tiktok. Ao3. Our lord and savior Canada's account. The giver of reason in life, one who resurrects the dead, the sailor uniform to my life, Tanamai-sensei's account. I know that the Yohaji content in this world is not enough and will NEVER be. The moment I discovered this manga, I knew that it would be my life. The fact that it had only reached me last year, ber month is unforgivable. Why did it not have content as many as the amount of numbers there are to exist so that it could reach me at the start of it's existence? It should have been Yohaji. Not BNHA! Nothing against that anime by the way. Well, I am grateful that I stumbled upon Yohaji while it had 100+ chapters though. And the fandom being small enough to only have nice and cool people in it. But those fics in ao3 though? Why- I mean, I don't really care or pay attention to them but the fact that the amount of nsfw fanfics is probably (I'm saying probably because they might just be more) equal to the amount of sfw fanfics in there is- I swear, WHY ARE THERE SO LITTLE FANFICS OF YOHAJI?! 3 PAGES?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? There might be more in other places but I only read in ao3 and Tumblr if I find some there. I'm so thankful for the translators though!!! I love y'all. I love the fandom. I love the characters. I love Yohaji. I love the creator. God- sorry I forgot I can't use sensei's name in vain. I'm telling y'all, Tanamai is the GOAT. A GENIUS!! Your brain is beautiful. What goes on in head yours? Tell and everyone might gain more braincells. What's with you? What's with your humor?? What's with your lore?! WHAT'S WITH YOUR ART??? WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!?! SENSEI WHEN I CATCH YOU OHH WHEN I CATCH YOU. But of course, it's not your fault that I'm starving for more Yohaji chapters. One month is nothing to me- IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CREATE THIS WONDERFUL AND HEAVENLY HOOK THAT CAUGHT ME EVEN ONLY WITH IT'S TITLE AND ART?? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEE?!?! Senseiiiiii*sob* waaaaaahh... Still, I'm sooo happy this is getting an anime this year!! I've been waiting for this ever since I found out it existed along with other Yohaji fans. I knew it would happen soon enough because it's the law. It's a crime to not make an adaption of amazing yet weird yet amazing manga like no other. Death row. DEATH ROW!! It's fine even if it's low quality. As long as it exists, I can finally pass on peacefully- when it airs it better be as good as the manga and look immaculate, I'm telling you. Haha, just kidding. Or am I..? I cannot wait until April or whatever how long it takes for the anime to air just please. Please even the trailer only. But I'm sure everyone is already working hard to make the anime for it. Do your best!! You're doing the right thing! And.... uhm.. 24 episodes... please..? AHHH HARUAKI'S SMILEEE!!! IT'S INVADING MY MIND!! GET OUT! PLEASE GET OUT!!! THIS LOWLY UNGRATEFUL UNDESERVING WORSE THAN DUST BUZZ BUZZ KILLABLE STUPID MORTAL ABOMINATION CAN'T HANDLE OR DESERVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT!! AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! I can't do this. More. More. More Yohaji. I NEED IT. IF AIR AND SAILOR UNIFORM IS LIFE THEN SO IS YOHAJI!! RAAAAAAAHHH

Also I accidentally deleted a longer version of this and rewrote it with my memory. Thanks for wasting your time on this like I did.

[monsta-x-jagi]

Legal Affairs - Chapter 13

Synopsis: Utter bliss

Word count: 3.3k

Triggers: mentions intimate image abuse, kissing, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), hickeys

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Yoona practically cackled while you and Hoseok both remained shocked by the photo. 

“You’re lucky we don’t know who the woman is, but just remember we have this okay? We’ll be going now.” 

Yoona and Kazuha were at the door, when your legs finally worked and you ran after them. All the members had stopped whatever they were doing to look at Yoona now, so they began following you when you went after Yoona.

“That’s still criminal,” you said to the two women. 

“Tell us how,” Kazuha spoke this time and you realised even her voice was familiar.

“Intimate image abuse. Intimidation. Blackmail. I could go on,” you tried to appear nonchalant even though you were terrified. 

“God you’re really no fun,” Yoona said and rolled her eyes.

“Actually, y/n is about to make things very fun for you,” Hyungwon’s deep voice said from behind you from where the other members stood.

“I sincerely doubt that,” Yoona said scrunching her nose.

Hyungwon smirked and walked past you towards Yoona. “Y/n is the pushiest lawyer I have ever met. She doesn’t stop until her case is complete. She’s got the ear of the CEO of Seoul’s best law firm, and has prosecutors eating out of her hand. Believe me when I say she can make your life hell.”

Yoona seemed to tremble under Hyungwon’s gaze. You’d seen online comments that said Hyungwon cursed with his eyes, and you were starting to see that was true.

Hyungwon continued. “Y/n has also worked black market cases, so she’s got contacts in more places than you could imagine.” 

Kazuha cracked first. “Sunbae, he’s right.” 

To your surprise, Yoona followed soon after. She sighed in defeat and showed Hyungwon the phone as Kazuha deleted the images. 

When the two women walked away, Hyungwon turned around to face you and the rest of his members.

You spoke first. “I’m impressed, Hyungwon. You honestly seemed to handle that better than me.” 

Hyungwon smiled shyly. “Actually, I got the idea from Hoseok.” 

You looked behind you at Hoseok, who suddenly found the ceiling very interesting.

Hyungwon decided to explain to you. “Hoseok told me the first night after he met you that you were the CEO’s chosen one and apparently specialised in black market cases. I personally found that terrifying. Then Minhyuk told us about you driving his annoying ass at an even more annoying time. Then we saw what trouble you went into at the party and we just heard you threatening to sue Yoona to the ends of the world. Also Hoseok was really jealous about that prosecutor.” 

You nodded absentmindedly, processing everything. 

“He talks about you a lot, in case you didn’t know,” Hyungwon said.

Minhyuk walked up to you. “Thank you for everything, Miss y/n. I know I really threw you into the deep end there.” 

Minhyuk was right. You didn’t realise you’d be fighting with a snake like Yoona. But knowing how battered he must be after that, you decided to say something simpler instead. “It’s okay, you helped me get the suspects. As far as I am concerned, you cracked my case.” 

“Maybe that’s what was so terrifying for Yoona,” Kihyun said, joining the conversation. “It’s the fact you knew the black market, so you would probably see through her.”

Hyunwoo cleared his throat nearby. “Hey uh, let’s move back into the dressing room shall we?” He waited until all of the group walked back inside but stopped you. In a low voice, he said, “Please talk to Hoseok, okay?”

You found Hoseok sitting in front of a mirror, scrolling his phone. 

“Hey,” you said as you slowly walked up to him. 

“Y/n,” Hoseok gasped, quickly putting his phone down and looking at you. 

“I um wanted to talk to you about what happened,” you said while playing with your hands.

Hoseok held up a hand for you to stop talking and you felt your stomach drop in fear. 

But he resolved that feeling quickly. “No, y/n, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I thought that because we’ve both said we like each other, you wouldn’t be so horrified, but I can see how it can be a lot to handle.”

You leaned your elbows down on the counter in front of the mirror. “No, Hoseok, it’s not that I am horrified by it. I was just scared. If an ethics committee found out we hooked up in the middle of the investigation, I would be in a lot of trouble. At least if it was dating, I could mess with the timeline so it looks like we only started dating after the investigation,” you explained.

Hoseok placed his hand over yours. “Y/n, I truly never meant to hurt you through any of that. But… if it’s any consolation, I haven’t taken you on a proper date yet, so your excuse could still work.” 

You smiled briefly at that but didn’t meet his gaze. “God then I think about all the signs I missed. Like how did we end up like that when we clearly knew each other? Like I mentioned I knew how the security system worked. And I knew you wore a onesie AND I happened to be with someone with a body like yours.”

Hoseok raised his eyebrows at you. “If I remember correctly, you’ve done nothing but salivate after me since you met me, and you were the same that night.” 

“I won’t deny that. You’re a very attractive man,” you said, finally meeting his gaze and holding up your hands in defeat.

“And yet you didn’t notice how I looked at you?” Hoseok asked as he gently pulled you towards him so you were standing between his legs. “Watching the way you fought for me was honestly just pretty hot. But then I couldn’t get enough of all those moments when your cold lawyer mask slipped, and I saw how sweet you are.” 

You knew you couldn’t stay mad at him anymore. You slipped your hands behind his neck and smiled down at him. 

His arms encircled your waist. “Y/n, you know I like you right?” Hoseok said softly. 

You nodded. 

“Then can we put this behind us?” He asked.

You nodded again. Tears began forming in your eyes as you felt the stress you had been carrying dissolve away. Hoseok moved a hand to cup your face and ran his thumb over your cheek. 

“Why are you crying, baby? There’s nothing to worry about,” he said.

You couldn’t form words to express your thoughts, so you snuggled your face into his shoulder. Hoseok rubbed circles on your back as he held you. 

While Hoseok was holding you, Hyunwoo approached you both and said to Hoseok, “Remember we’re on stage in 2 minutes.”

You pulled back when you heard that. “Hoseok, I should go then. But maybe call me later tonight if you have time?”

You started turning around to leave but Hoseok pulled you back in. “Not without a kiss for good luck,” he said.

And how could you say no to Hoseok? You leaned down, and gently placed your lips over his. After reciprocating, Hoseok brought his hand to your neck and pulled you in closer. The pressure made you squeak and Hoseok slipped his tongue into your mouth. 

“1 minute!” Hyunwoo yelled, forcing you and Hoseok to break apart. 

Hoseok kept his hand behind your neck and held you in place. “Wait until I come back, okay?” 

And you did. Hoseok pulled you into a sloppy and sweaty kiss again when he returned from the stage. 

“Are you doing anything tonight?” He asked you. 

You shook your head.

“Good. How about we go out somewhere? I can’t believe I still haven’t taken you on a date,” Hoseok said. 

“Hoseok, don’t you want to shower and rest? Not to mention, didn't we agree that a date can wait until after the investigation?” You asked.

Hoseok whinged. "But we just made up and I want us to spend time together.”

You thought for a bit, then suggested, “Why don’t we do what I did last time when I wrote my report at the dorm?”

Hoseok scanned your face questioningly. “You want to sleep with me?”

“No, I mean yes, but in like…” you stuttered then sighed. “Alright, maybe I’ll sleep over if I end up working for a while.”

Hoseok smirked when he heard you stuttering but didn’t comment on it.

You drove yourself to the dorm because you didn’t want a repeat of the many parking fines. When you arrived, Hyungwon opened the door for you.

“Hey come in. Everyone’s just taking their makeup off, but Kihyun beat me to the bathroom,” he said by way of greeting.

You took a seat on the couch. “I’ll just be here getting some work done,” you said and Hyungwon left to his room. 

A little while later, your felt familiar hands on your shoulders. Hoseok leaned down and looked at your computer screen.

“So, whatchu doing?” He asked. 

You smiled, lowered the screen and turned to face him. “I just finished writing an email to Seonghwa about checking up on some mysterious journalists. I left you and Minhyuk’s names out of it though.”

“Do you want to take a break? We can have ramen, watch a movie perhaps?”

You giggled. “You want to take a 2 hour long break?”

“Well you had a big day today. Don’t you want to take a nap or something at least?” Hoseok asked.

You cupped his cheek and replied, “Hoseok, I think you want a nap because you had a big day today. And I am guessing you want me to join you?”

Hoseok was already moving your laptop off you and helping you up so you could go to his room. “Of course I do.” 

Hoseok lay down on the bed first, before motioning for you to join him. When you lay down facing him, he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in closer. You slipped a leg in between his, chasing warmth, and he rubbed your back soothingly.  

“I could stay like this forever,” you sighed as you felt your body relaxing at his touch.

Hoseok hummed and pulled you in tighter. 

“I’ve just about proved you’re not involved in anything. Seonghwa should confirm with me soon.”

Hoseok grunted softly in response. 

“If he doesn’t, I’ll have to go meet with him again,” you added, and Hoseok raised his head to look at you.

“You know I don’t like him,” he said. 

“But you also know he’s handling the investigation and has to talk to me because I am your lawyer,” you reply teasingly. 

Hoseok shook his head and whined, “But you’re my girlfriend, and he likes you. He kept finding excuses to touch you during that lunch.”

You found Hoseok’s jealousy cute. “Well, guess what? You’re my boyfriend, and I like it when you touch me.” 

Hoseok squeezed you tighter and ran his hands along your body as if cementing your point. You two remained embracing, quietly, with just the sound of your breathing filling the room.

After some time, you felt Hoseok’s grip loosen. You looked up to find him staring at you. He twirled a piece of your hair as he spoke slowly.

“You know, there’s one more thing I’ve been meaning to ask you. It’s about that night with the costume party.”

“You know I’m not mad at you anymore right?” You asked him.

A faint smile ghosted Hoseok’s lips. “No, it’s not that. I was just thinking of how you said you only kinda enjoyed that night because you were interrupted and distracted. But right now, everything is the opposite of that.”

You smirked even though you felt your cheeks burn. “That’s well observed.”

Hoseok’s gaze flitted to your lips, and very quickly his lips were covering yours. They moved in time with yours, and his tongue was eager to explore your mouth. Hoseok shifted so you were under him, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your fingers twisted themselves into his hair, making him groan.

Hoseok trailed a hand down to the hem of your shirt, and you gasped when his fingers brushed over your stomach. Hoseok unlatched from your mouth and smirked before moving his lips to your neck. His hand moved higher, squeezing your breast through your bra. The sensation made you writhe your legs, softly moaning out Hoseok’s name which only made him suck harder on the flesh of your neck. 

“Does it feel good baby?” He asked in between kisses. 

“Yes…” you said breathlessly. “Hoseok, are you leaving hickeys?” You knew there would be marks tomorrow morning. 

Hoseok pulled back and smirked. “I want everyone to know you had a great night tomorrow,” he said as he slid both hands under your sweater to pull it off. 

“Maybe I should meet with Seonghwa tomorrow then, so I can show off all your hard work,” you quipped. 

Hoseok’s gaze grew predatory at that. “I am going to make sure you don’t even remember another man’s name tonight,” he growled. He harshly pulled down your bra so your breasts fell out. His lips circled one nipple as he ran his tongue over it while he kneaded your other breast. 

You reached across Hoseok’s back to slide your hands under his shirt and he helped you pull it off. It was hard to contain your gasp once he did that. You already knew how he looked, his photos could be found anywhere on the internet, but seeing his abs still elicited some primal, lustful response in you. 

Hoseok watched as you appreciated his body. “Like what you see?”

“God, so much,” you sighed as you trailed a finger down his chest towards his lower stomach. “May I?” 

You fingered the edge of his sweatpants, gently pushing your fingers in. Your hand enclosed around his length inside is pants, and he gasped. You pumped him a few times before he regained his composure. 

“No, baby, stop,” Hoseok hissed out. 

You pulled your hand out quickly. Had you done something wrong? Seeing the flicker of shock you couldn’t hide on your face, Hoseok picked up your hand and kissed it. “Tonight’s about you. Let me take care of you. Let me thank you and show you how much you mean to me.” 

After dropping your hand on to the bed, Hoseok brought his hands to your thighs, and  drew patterns over the material of your office pants, making your legs writhe. He then hooked his fingers around the waistband of your pants and tugged them down. He ran a finger between your lips which made you moan loud enough you were certain the other members would hear. 

“That’s it baby, let me hear you,” Hoseok groaned. He rubbed your clit and your legs quivered some more. “If only you knew what your moans did to me.” 

You knew. You knew very well. You could see the material straining in his sweatpants. “Hoseok…” you started. 

He inserted a finger into you. “I love it when you say my name like that.” 

Sounds of your sighs and grunts filled through room, occasionally punctuated by the squelching of Hoseok’s fingers, but you wanted more.

You pushed yourself up on your elbows and reached over to still his hand between your legs. He watched as you took his wrist and brought his fingers to your mouth. You swirled your tongue around them before pushing them into your mouth and licking. You flicked your eyes to Hoseok to watch his reaction. 

Hoseok threw his head back for a moment and sighed deeply. “You really want to tease me like that don’t you?” 

You smirked, then licked his fingers again. 

Hoseok groaned, “Now I just have to taste you.”

He wasted no time in pushing your thighs apart and placing his mouth in between them. He started with little kitten licks, where his tongue ghosted over the arousal already smeared on your skin from earlier. The lack of pattern and trying to guess when he’d finally reach your throbbing clit made you whimper.

“Hoseok please, just please….” You said between gasps. Wen Hoseok licked his finally licked his way to your folds, you practically shuddered. Your moan must have been loud enough for the rest of the dorm to hear, but neither you nor Hoseok cared about that right now.

Hoseok began fingering you again while his mouth remained on your clit, swirling and sucking over it. Your hand tangled further into is hair, and the tugs from your fingers only seemed to make him more eager to continue lapping at your sopping core. Your breathing became louder as you felt that familiar knot forming in your stomach. 

“Hoseok I’m close,” you gasped out.

Hoseok lifted his head up, and the little light win the room made his lips glisten. 

“I want you to cum around my cock baby,” Hoseok said.

He pulled off his pants, revealing his cock as it hit his stomach. His tip was already leaking. Hoseok slid his hands under your ass to tilt you up before lining himself up. 

“Ready baby?” He asked as he ran his tip along your folds. You nodded.

He inserted himself slowly, stretching you out. 

“That feel good baby?” He asked, his lips still glistening from earlier. 

“Yes, now please, move,” you breathed out. 

Hoseok braced his arms around your head, and your eyes flicked to his biceps. But then at his first thrust, your head tipped back and you whined. Hoseok kept going, and soon you were both lost in a chorus of grunts and moans. Your hands wrapped around him, digging into his toned back muscles.

Eventually you could feel yourself clenching around him. “I-I’m close.” 

Hoseok pressed a sloppy kiss to your jaw and quickened his thrusts. At this point, your words weren’t even coherent, ranging from “don’t stop,” to various breathless moans, to Hoseok’s name being a mantra on your lips.

And then your back arched, and one final guttural growl escaped from your lips. Hoseok followed soon after, painting your insides in warmth, just like the warmth that fluttered through your body. 

Once your highs subsided, Hoseok’s body came to rest on yours, though you knew he was hesitant as to whether the weight would be too much. You ran your fingers through his slightly damp hair and he placed a few gentle kisses across your shoulder before getting up. He returned with a warm wash cloth to wipe your thighs with. 

“Y/n?” Hoseok’s voice broke through the silence. “Are you okay?” 

You lifted your head off the bed. You didn’t realise you had been lying there in silence. “Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

Hoseok dropped the washcloth somewhere on the floor and lifted the covers to crawl under them again. He lay down facing you. “You just haven’t said anything yet.” He placed his arm on your waist and pulled you in closer.

You traced patterns on his arm, taking your time before responding to him. “I think… you will finally sleep well knowing your one night stand from the party enjoyed tonight.” 

Hoseok didn’t find your words funny. He swallowed nervously and asked, “Y/n, you know you’re more than that right?”

You trailed your hand up to his face. “Yes, Hoseok. I just wanted to tease you about the last time we were in bed together.”

“And just like last time, stay the night, okay?” Hoseok asked. 

You hummed in response. “With how you’re holding me, I didn’t think you’d let me leave anyways.”

Hoseok grinned at your response. You snuggled into him and got comfortable. Hoseok began stroking your hair, just like last time.

But before you fell asleep, you heard him. “Goodnight sweetheart. Tomorrow, I’m taking you on that date I promised.”

[jim-bones-spock]

Okay, alright, here’s my analysis of seasons 5 and 6 of Community, starting with Repilot (an episode that lives rent free in my mind!!!)

Repilot is the epitome of what I’m trying to say, it’s meta and dissecting the very essence of the show, since it’s a literal “do over” (Re-Pilot)

The ironic thing is that Jeff would have succeeded in his law practice if there wasn’t a season 5, but since we need him back at Greendale, Jeff fails.

Hard.

The episode is basically a huge mirror from the pilot episode.

The same character from season 1’s inciting incident, Allan, sends Jeff back to school. We see what Jeff would have become if he didn’t go to Greendale for four years, so we at least have this parallel to go on.

Our Jeff is not that defeated that he would go as low as Allan, right?

Right????

We already see Jeff’s delusion with the world, he’s back to his cynical self, drinking and wallowing. His red tie almost undone vs the red superhero suit in his commercial. It’s already darker but the narrative needs him in school, so it has to be a little extreme.

Then, Jeff goes back to Greendale. Immediately Leonard is there, blowing raspberries. Jeff sees his and Annie’s trophy. We’re having a much better time, even if it’s not for a long time.

Because Greendale has turned the camp and the chaos and the sheer stupidity to eleven. Because the narrative needs to remind us of how detached from reality the school is. Because it’s a TV show. There’s a class about ladders, for god’s sake.

It needs to be this wacky because the show has now shifted to: We’re gonna save Greendale. We’re gonna save the show, like it’s been saved on Yahoo.ca, whatever it takes.

When they get to the study room, the table has been buried - the show has been buried, too, but when everyone comes back (Abed: the Dean called me, I called everyone else) just like the pilot, they put life back into it.

Abed is still Jeff’s mirror here, and suggests that Jeff becomes a teacher at the school, because it would be the most TV-logical thing to do, especially since Jeff got his diploma in education hello!??

I LOVE how Jeff is like absolutely not. He’s still fighting the narrative, trying to make sense of his new role.

The Dean also has a very interesting speech about “Greendale is a good place for good people, that old spiel” basically having a cynical view of seasons 1-3 and making fun of the initial message of the show. We already know this, but Greendale has changed. Or maybe, Jeff has changed and is now starting to see the cracks.

Coming back to the study room, they immediately start to fall back into old patterns of bickering, because they all have something to hide and are too proud to admit they are miserable. Shirley brings them back to reality before they get too far. Once again, rooting us slowly into reality.

Jeff, for his part, forgot how good it felt to be bad. When he beats down Allan with his own tie… woof, that was rough. He takes the tie. Takes charge. Wants his own identity back, because it’s much easier to be bad than good. Much easier to pretend that he doesn’t care, than actually caring. Caring got him hurt.

Then Chang appears and makes fun of the absurdity of his character. It’s easy to see here, because when said out loud, Chang’s development is the most extreme. Like come on, amnesia? Get a grip, show!!!

Jeff then feels he has been robbed of his identity and starts to point out each character’s development:

Britta was an eclectic anarchist. She is now the airhead, which is heartbreaking and I don’t want to think about season 1 Britta too much or I go insane.

Shirley began the show by taking back her independence from her cheating husband and is now the one who cheated ???

Annie lost her go-getter attitude and settled for a job she hates.

Abed, multiple breakdowns. Like, at least one per season.

Troy’s Clive Owen Tumblr (what is his url u think) but no, seriously, always being with Abed and nothing else.

They did ended up like mixed up cartoons, and not only because of the “gas leak year”. They’ve become stereotypes, as sitcom characters often do. They’ve evolved, but perhaps not in the original direction intended, or not where we left then in season 3.

Now, it’s time for them to Get Something Back. Their narratives.

Annie says to Jeff: Greendale is in your hands. And it is. If Jeff talks long enough, he can make the people around him do things. It’s his power. Greendale’s fate is in his hands.

Then, Abed throws his words back at him: you make us see the right truth.

And that could be that Greendale is a place worth saving!!!! Jeff knows that, because, as usual, with one sentence, Abed has thrown off his resolve. Maybe Jeff needs to show them another thruth. But Jeff needs one last convincing first.

The Pierce hologram is my favorite. The fact that only Jeff could see it for some reason, echoes season 1 when Pierce was more of a grumpy grandpa that sometimes gave Jeff some nugget of wisdom and acted like a distorted father figure. Same here.

Jeff walks back in the school, screaming to the Dean about his power to destroy the place. But he won’t do it. He’s so desperate for something to matter once more and for that thing not to be dark and twisted.

And then. And Then. The Dean offers him a job.

Teacher.

The way Jeff looks up as he would be talking to god (non specific) when he whispers “Screw you Abed” as soon as he sees his path laid out for him: become a teacher at the school who, he thinks, stole 4 years of his life. He looks up like he’s delivering a monologue in theater, like he’s alone, like he’s praying.

As you can see, I feel VERY normal about the acting choices.

Screw you, Abed. Screw you, TV show. Screw you, logical way for my character to stay and have the rest of my story be mine, or trying to be.

The table burns, but that’s okay, because they build a new one together. This is truly theirs, now. They have the power to do anything.

And Jeff, well…

Jeff still, in his darkest moments, thought of his friends. In his most ironic moment, looked UP to Abed/his mirror/the narrative and said “Screw you…

…I’ll do it anyway.”

[sweetcloverheart]

Clover Rants Miraculously: Death Penalty

Look, I need people to understand that my issue with Gabriel dying isn’t simply just that it lets him avoid all consequence to his actions, but that it’s not a good consequence in general in the face of all the crimes he’s committed.

From season 1 to now, Gabriel has emotionally manipulated children for his own ends, arranged for former friends to be harassed or embarrassed so he can use them, has abused and isolated his own son, had a young girl re-orphaned by having her guardian murdered, put the entire world in jeopardy with nukes, had the city (families, children, his own son) placed in peril as the monsters he created destroyed everything in their path, taken advantage of people when they’re at their lowest and most vulnerable, led to his closest ally near killing herself with the same “illness” that took his wife, gave a manipulative young girl free access to his son despite the boy’s clear discomfort and threw her away when she was no longer of use, threatened his nephew and mistreated his sister-in-law, teamed up with a cult and arranged to use his own child as a bargaining chip, abused the magical creatures under his control, and ruined the lives of his son and said son’s girlfriend as they basically sacrificed their childhoods to fight him, and who knows who else that suffered from his rise as Hakwmoth/Monarch - and the only “punishment” he gets is peacefully dying of the magic-induced wound that was already killing him anyways while he gets everything he was mistreating his son and tormenting the city for.

“But he dies! He won’t get to enjoy the result of his wish!”

Doesn’t matter, he still won and got what he wanted in the end, and with no cost to himself or his legacy. He got to peace out knowing his son’s going to live the rest of his life thinking his father was a hero instead of the monster he let his grief twist him into and that the truth of his crimes will never see the light of day thanks forcing the young girl he tricked into thinking he was actually turning over a new leaf into keeping her mouth shut for “his son’s sake”. That sounds strangely like “enjoyment” to me. How do you look at the show practically bragging about how Gabriel all but defying his wife’s final wishes and making a mockery of Marinette wanting to help him find a better/safer way to save her is “good actually” with turning Paris into a “Utopia” and having him being thanked for it with a statue and think he’s in any way being “punished”.

(I would compare this to some those Superman continuities Lex Luthor gets heralded as a hero and avoids consequences thanks to his status as a billionaire, but at least in those, Lex doing that is portrayed as wrong/a tragedy (unless he’s actually on the heroes side in those runs, and even then he still faces some pushback for his past actions)).

“So what punishment would be fitting for you then?”

One where he has to face what he’s done; I wanted Gabriel to have to confront his son (and wife maybe) with how low he sunk, I wanted Gabriel to be faced with the lives he ruined in pursuit of his selfishness, I wanted Gabriel to realize he sacrificed so much for nothing, and most of all - I wanted Gabriel to not get what he wanted, especially not as a result of spitting in the face of Marinette’s mercy. Whether or not he lived at the end, I at least wanted to see him not be rewarded for all the damage he’s done and the lives he ruined, because rewarding your villain (especially one that is as onscreen abusive as Gabriel) for their crimes is just...no. That’d be like if the original starwars trilogy had Han defeat Vader and then be told to lie to Luke and Leia about what a kind and good soul he always was before he uses the darkside of the force to undo the making of the empire and bring Padme back.

There are ways to pull the “Villain dies/sacrificed himself for his goal”, and "Recreation” was not it. Frankly, I would have preferred the doing what was done in HZD at the end of the “Promontory” mission with the brain and fist choices (start at 1:58)

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 2 - Unwritten Laws

The next morning, Katrina woke up better than ever before - It was a beautiful morning with an even more refreshing feeling - Something she hasn't experienced in a very long time. She had a soft smile on her face so she dressed in the kimono of that annoying colour and braided her hair, doing a cute bow to tie it, only for someone to randomly pop up - Or, pop down, rather, from a tile from the ceiling. 

The man was dressed like one of those Ninjas in Naruto, only to have modern-day glasses that gave him away, somewhat. "Hello. I know we haven't properly met each other, but I was there when you went through the wormhole." he explained, making the girl snap her fingers in realisation.

"That means you have an idea of what and/or why it happened, right? Are you a scientist?" the woman asked, gesturing for the man to get out of the ceiling and sit down with her and chat properly.

"Yes. I am a post-graduate in Physics. We entered the wormhole at the same time, however, I arrived four years prior to you. And in this time spent here, I came to the conclusion that we are in an alternate timeline. I arrived at the place where Uesugi Kenshin collapsed. I saved his life with my knowledge of modern medicine. If this were our timeline, Uesugi Kenshin should be dead by now. Also, the Warlord Takeda Shingen, who is supposed to be dead by now, is also alive. Well... I predicted that you would do a time travel as well, and I searched for you, but I never imagined you would arrive four years after me." the man chuckled cheekily, making the woman look down with an amused smirk.

"Well, well, finally, someone who has brains around this place. Trust me, it's a real wonder. I'm a doctor now, but in the only day spent here, I didn't get to use my skills." she hummed in mock-superiority. "Anyway, I see these 4 years have been kind to you. To become such an excellent ninja requires true hard work and dedication... Not like you had anything else better to do, anyway. To think both Kenshin and Shingen are alive right now... As well as Nobunaga... Mitsuhide wasn't the traitor, he hasn't died in less than a week, and Hideyoshi isn't Japan's unifier yet... There truly are a ton of discrepancies compared to our own time's history. Well... Not like I know a ton about universal history and all. As you can see, I'm not exactly 100% Japanese, and most of my time I spent in Europe. I know the basics of history, with some details from some Wikipedia searches and... 'The Age of Samurai' documentary from Netflix. But I guess it matters for nothing now that we're pretty much re-writing history by just existing." Kat smiled wryly, admitting to her own ups and downs in common knowledge, but then she grinned charmingly, tapping the side of her face, pondering.

"I don't think we will need too much history knowledge with how much things have changed, but I suppose you could say that seeing the famous warlords of the Sengoku with my own eyes is a dream come true for me. My parents were big history buffs so I got my name from the Legendary Ninja that served Yukimura Sanada. Sarutobi Sasuke, the leader of the Sanada 10 Braves, the fictional group of 10 ninjas that supposedly assisted the warlord Yukimura Sanada during the Warring States, and since that's pretty much my name, I've basically taken his place, so my impact on history is pretty low. Unlike yours, Physician Princess." he sniggered friendly, making the girl shrug playfully.

"Rumours fly around faster with a ninja around. Anyway, I know we have no actual technology around... Except for what we were caught with in the wormhole, and that only works on the left-over batteries... But do you have any idea if there's any way to go back home? There must be a wormhole some time soon, right?" she theorized, and thankfully, the ninja scientist nodded in relief.

"According to my data, the next appearance will be in three months... But I'm still unsure of its location, so I believe it will be best if you spend these next three months here, since we're in the midst of a chaotic civil war... Ah, someone's coming. I'll be staying with my employed in the city below. Send a smoke signal and I'll come to your aid quickly. Bye, Kat, it was lovely meeting you." and with that, the scientist completely disappeared.

"Goodbye to you too..." the girl muttered, getting up and opening the door to her room, only to see Mitsuhide, wearing his usual fox-like smile, and two very soft and sweet looking women behind him, both holding some big boxes of unknown content.

"Hello. Please, do come inside... Although, I don't have any tea or snacks to serve you." she stepped to the side, welcoming the trio inside her room.

"What a lovely welcome, from one fire fox, to another silver fox. Well, I will be direct with you. Lord Nobunaga is calling for you. He wants to see you." crossing his arms and nodding to the girls to open the boxes, revealing several hair pins and hair decorations, along with a beautifully embroidered and painted flower-patterned black, golden and red kimono and matching haori and zori sandals.

"U-Uhm... I would like to thank you for your consideration... Truly, I appreciate the thought... But I simply cannot accept such a gift. I have done nothing to deserve or earn such expensive outfits and jewellery, therefore I must decline." the red haired woman looked away, embarrassed, fidgeting awkwardly with her fingers.

"My, my, how modest of you, little Princess. Well, then take it as an early payment for all the hard work you're going to put throughout your stay here, at Azuchi. Besides, if you don't accept them, it will be me Hideyoshi kills. He pushed these onto me and said, and I quote, 'She can't go dressed like that, take this to Lady Katrina'. Don't worry so much and let these maids take care of you today, then, you can do whatever you want." Mitsuhide bargained with the girl who remained quiet for a while, and then simply nodded. Whispering a soft "Okay." and "Thank you.", the two maids had Mitsuhide leave the room and called Katrina to take a bathroom.

The Faux Princess had to insist a few times to be allowed to wash herself... Alone... By herself. She enjoyed the soothing hot water that calmed down her overworked and stressed muscles, and soaked much longer than she realised, but damn, the relaxation was so worth it. She didn't even care for the wrinkly skin, she was just so happy.

Her apartment back home was pretty small, so she didn't have enough space for a bath tub, only for a shower, so there wasn't any chance for her to relax like this. Not bad at all... Maybe this will be a pretty fun trip... A vacation, maybe? Definitely worth it. With just this bath alone, Kat was content.

After what may have felt like ages for anyone waiting on her, the physician woman got out of the bath and dried herself off, allowing the maids - Aiko and Maki - To take of her however they felt fit, trying to erase the embarrassment she felt in allowing others to pamper her like that. But this kindness and politeness... Yes, these women were nice and all, but it was all fake. After all... She was a Princess, and everyone wanted to gain favour with the Princess, and by default, gain favour with the Lord who assigned them to do this. She's seen enough Imperial Chinese dramas to know the drill.

The girls carefully combed her long, crimson hair, and they made two decorative braids in the back, loosely tying them together with a beautiful, golden ribbon. They helped her with dressing, and then gave her some food - And an excellent dessert - And shockingly, Masamune was the one who cooked for her! Kat knew, cooking wasn't rocket science, but cooking in the 16th century, and especially something so spectacular... She was intrigued, to say the least, and it's the first time she was actually interested in learning something that wasn't revolving around her work-space.

When she was finally able to leave the room, she saw that Mitsuhide was still there, and he smirked at her, satisfied. "You look lovely, Lady Katrina. Shall I take you to Nobunaga's room? I don't believe you know your way around the castle yet well enough." he spoke, gesturing with his eyes to be followed.

"Thank you for your thoughts, Mitsuhide. Although... Please, do not use such honorifics when addressing me. You and I both know I'm not... Well... I did nothing to earn such a high social status, nor the respect of anyone, therefore, such words are nothing more than empty pleasantries that are used as an attempt at gratifying and elevating one as someone greater, yet it has no meaning, nor worth." she finally spoke after a while, making the silver-haired warlord stop in his tracks and look at her with slightly widened eyes, surprised by her words.

Instead of addressing her statement, he merely hummed in amusement and understanding, and took her hand, kissing the back of her hand. "I thought I'd ease your nervousness, yet somehow, I may have missed the mark. You seem even more tense. What dark thoughts are plaguing your mind, little fox?"

She didn't dare look at him - She could feel her cheeks reddening slightly, as she could only look to the side, fidgeting with her fingers and biting her lip. "I... I shouldn't... It's not..." she muttered softly, almost as if afraid to say anything, her eyes darting around carefully.

"There's no one here who could hear you, there is nothing to be afraid of, little one. Your voice is soft enough that not even I may hear it." the warlord mused, encouraging her with the teasing.

"In my time, what you did is a romantic gesture. All that considered... It never happened to me before. That's... That's all that I was thinking. Nothing of importance. Forget you heard it." and with that, the red haired girl stepped ahead, getting in front of Nobunaga's door, only to peer behind her shyly. "Although... It wasn't too bad saying it to someone. Thank you, Mitsuhide."

And thus, hearing a soft snigger from behind, the leaving footsteps left her all alone, in front of the beautifully painted landscape from Nobunaga's paper door. Announcing her presence to the Warlord, she was invited inside, only to see Drew already sitting there, playing Go with Nobunaga. And he was losing very shamefully.

Looking down and fidgeting with her fingers, Kat felt awkward and didn't know what to do, so she just stood there, by the door, awaiting further instruction. It didn't come until Nobunaga completely decimated Drew's forces and he won. Drew threw a tantrum and flipped the table, having all pieces fall around the room, but Nobunaga sketched no reaction - His face was hard and cold as an ice statue's.

The poor girl could only look away, very embarrassed at being associated with him, but also, feeling incredibly uncomfortable with having to witness such a... A fight. A one-sided fight. The man didn't even bother speaking to her - Instead, he stormed out of the room, cursing the warlord left and right. As well as him, the girl said nothing either, but unlike him, she moved for the first time since getting there. She got one of the vases that held the red pieces and began picking up each piece. However, as she was doing that, Nobunaga suddenly moved, grasping her wrist, stopping her at once.

"Why are you doing this? It was not you who made a mess of my room." he spoke, his eyes cold and almost ruthless.

"Yes, but what he did wasn't okay. A man shouldn't behave like a spoiled brat. He's always been a sore loser and would make a huge show whenever he lost at something. Mind you, he was never a great player at... Any game. As well as that, we are both from the future, and having him show such disrespect makes it look as if we are some ill-mannered savages or something." she explained, placing down the vase and putting her other hand gingerly over his.

"You feel responsible for his actions, is that it?" he scoffed, seeing the girl offer a small smile.

"Unfortunately, I do tend to do that a lot." she mused, freeing her hand and continuing picking up the pieces. "But I think it's more shame and second-hand embarrassment."

"A leader always takes the responsibility for his subordinates' mistakes, likewise, they are responsible for teaching them accordingly. Katrina, I do not understand you. It came to my understanding that you and that man were married, or in courtship, therefore you are not a leader, just a maiden trying to pick up the discarded sword of a broken peasant pretending to be a warrior. You could become an Empress, but you sell yourself short. It's pitiful, if not, pathetic." he grimaced, making the girl hang her head, but nod, nonetheless.

"Yes, you are right. I am aware of that - But it's not like I have much choice in the matter, do I?" she let out a dry, sardonic chuckle. "We are not married, and, truth be told... I don't have any positive feelings towards him either. I could end it any time, should I find something better -- I just hadn't found anything better than this wretch yet.." she shrugged simply, though the bitterness was evident on her face.

"Enough self-pity and servant-work. I did not call you here to clean my room." he swiftly ended the conversation. "A scout reported from the East. One of the daimyos there wants to revolt against me. We are facing a force of more than 2.000 men, so it is very small. I am going to lead the attack with my own army of only 500. You will be coming with me. Here's your chance to bring me luck again." he finally spoke with more vigor in his voice, a smirk appearing on his face.

"Oda Nobunaga, the Demon King of the 6th Heaven almost died... He must be weak, we can finally take our chance and win against him. We can defeat his army and take over Kyoto." Kat smirked softly, humming in amusement. "You're going to make quite the statement, Nobunaga - A 1 to 4 army... Very bold." she tapped the table, a habit she took whenever she was being playful or amused. "Is it true what they say? The safest place for anyone is near the general, for it is the most guarded one? Is there anything I should be afraid of?" she teased playfully.

The brunet warlord let out a boastful laugh. "You are brave, woman! Brave and witty, yet foolish to believe there is any place safe under the Sun. Get up, we are leaving now!" and saying that, he lunged to the girl, getting her up and leading her out of the room and into the stables, leaving her mute from shock as she, once again, was dragged up onto Nobunaga's horse with crazy ease.

Nothing more was said until they arrived at the camp - They sat on small wooden chairs, awaiting... Something. Tension was high in the air, and screams of rage, agony, war cries were splitting the air. It wasn't like in the movies, Kat knew that, but even so, curiosity, intrigue and slight fear mixed together in her heart. She wanted to watch, to observe, to analyse, but at the same time, she wanted to stay away and be safe. It wasn't that she valued her life much, but she didn't want to give it away too freely either.

Then, one of the warriors came by to his warlord, alerting that the enemy commander sailed out, risking his life in battle - Nobunaga was almost impressed, he could even say he was half-intrigued... Or maybe a quarter at most. And yet, the Lord got up from his chair and put his hand on the katana hanging from his waist.  He was going to go there and put an end to the enemy's life by himself.

"You must be bored of sitting there, silent. You'll come with me, I want you to see this." the man commanded, already striding to his horse, leaping up and going ahead.

"... You should have waited for me, at least." the girl muttered, and seeing that no one else was around, she held her clothes up, allowing more freedom of movement, and ran after him awkwardly, muttering curses under her breath.

Suddenly, she heard a loud, authoritarian shout - "Aim for Nobunaga's head!" - they said, making the girl's head snap up to the Lord's silhouette, barely a few meters in front of her, and then she saw an archer to her right, drawing his bow towards her. 

"Do I look like a man to you?!" she shouted at him, and seeing a dead soldier on the ground, she leaped down, grabbing up the corpse and using it as a way to cover her body as much as possible.

The familiar sound of an arrow being released, and Kat closed her eyes, not having a clue what else she could do to shield herself - But than the splitting of air by a sword was heard, and a familiar voice boomed through the place. "I am your enemy! Don't mistake me for someone else!" and with that, Kat peeked from behind the dead warrior as Nobunaga decapitated the archer, his blood splashing around like an artesian fountain. So that really was as flashy as in movies. "Katrina! Observe diligently what is happening around you!" he commanded, and with that, he turned around and went ahead to create more carnage.

Thankfully, the war didn't last much longer, for the warlord got to the enemy, and the red head ran up by his side as soon as he leaped down from the horse. "A demon!" some of the enemy soldiers shrieked in fear, seeing the merciless eyes of the sadistic warlord, along with "This man is a monster!" Nobunaga's cold, lifeless, killer eyes seemed to terrify the soul out of everyone... He was enjoying the way he scared and intimidated his enemies.

But Kat wasn't scared. Instead, she kinda felt sad hearing such words. In a period of only war, to call someone so gifted in the art of war, a monster, just because you're lesser than him - No, never mind, humanity hasn't changed.

The woman walked by his side, in front of the cowering enemy leader who was kneeling and praying, begging for his life to be spared. But Nobunaga was having none of it. None who rebel against him may live. And he struck him down on the spot.

"You lost to number less than half of yours. You should be cursing yourself for thinking you stood a chance. Understand it already! This is the end for you. And it goes without saying, your foolish vassals will accompany you on your fate." and thus, he ordered everyone from the castle to be pulled out - They were all bound and taken away - It seemed to Kat like they were inmates on death row, or maybe lambs to the slaughter, awaiting the guillotine blade to fall down on their neck.

Was he going to kill all of them? Even those who weren't involved in any way in the war, and just had the misfortune of being born in the wrong castle area? It seemed unfair, and yet, she wouldn't be surprised in the least. It's the Sengoku era, and she remembered how completely heartless Nobunaga was said to have been, killing and lighting up buddhist temples, women, children and anyone that was unfortunate enough to cross his path.

She could only look at them go by her with lingering sorrow, feeling her heart sinking, but she was saying nothing. She understood, and it wasn't like a warlord would take back an order and choose the mercy route, just because of a woman's plea. He was Oda Nobunaga, and he was a Warlord. The most feared one in the whole country.

As a physician, she looked at the irony presented in front of her - A woman who vowed to save as many lives as possible, next to a man who vowed to bring his success by killing. Did he even care about others' lives, or did he just see humans as pawns in a chess game, playing only to win? Was he truly not afraid, even by a little bit, of being in the middle of the war, among so much death and danger?

She went back to Azuchi almost robotically, not being aware of anything around her, as she was too deep in her own thoughts. Maybe someone tried to talk to her, but she behaved rudely by unintentionally ignoring them. But she wasn't sorry, she didn't want to do it, those thoughts were too intense and interesting to speculate.

And so, she got back to her own room and slumped on the ground, resting her elbow on her knee and propping her jaw on her palm, looking unfocused and just...Pondering. That is, until the room to her door was opened and, unexpectedly, Hideyoshi greeted her. She saw the man and gestured for him to sit down next to her and have the conversation he wanted - Why else would he be there, anyway?

"You seem unexpectedly well after what happened. Are you sure you come from an era of peace?" he asked with light amusement, no doubt trying to lighten up the atmosphere.

"Yes, I am sure." she smiled softly. "I've always been great at hiding what I'm feeling, and I naturally am level-headed and don't fall under the pressure, so I guess my rational thinking and composure saved me from panicking too bad. Thank you for your concerns, Hideyoshi, I truly appreciate your thoughts." she nodded as a thanks.

"I did come here to bring you some basic necessities and see how you were doing, but I suppose you are pretty fearless." he stated. "Did anything happen to put you in such deep pondering?" he asked, almost as if he were a big brother concerned about his little sister after her first day at school.

"Well... An archer tried to shoot me. The arrow was aimed at my face. That was scary. I leapt to shield myself with a body from the ground, but thankfully, Nobunaga was there in time and sliced the arrow... And then the archer. It was scary back then, but the adrenaline surging through your veins makes it bearable. When you relax, it's when the fear actually catches up to you - Rationally, at least." she recalled the story with a sigh. 

"Yes, I suppose for a woman who never even saw weapons her whole life and lived such a sheltered existence, having an arrow pointed at you and almost dying must be traumatic." he nodded, a serious expression on his face - But then he patted her head with a nice smile. "But that's not what's on your mind, is it?"

"No... You are right." she admitted. "After he killed the enemy lord, Nobunaga tied up all the vassals, including the women and children. In our history, he is known as a merciless man who kills anything in his path - However, there are enough discrepancies in this timeline from my own... So, I was wondering... Are these war prisoners going to be killed? Or will they be used as slaves or something?" Kat asked, looking pensive at the vassal in front of her.

"Kill? Lord Nobunaga would never do something so wasteful. The traitor will be stripped of his land, which will be put under the control of a new daimyo. The wounded will be treated and sent home to work the land as farmers and peasants once more. They won't be allowed to become samurai or warriors again, though." the man explained to her the process of taking war prisoners.

"I see. I suppose that makes sense. That means I will finally have some proper work to do of my own these days, that's great. I figured he wanted to get rid of this revolt quickly, with as few people as possible, to show that he's stronger now than ever, even in spite of the fast-flying rumours about the Honno-Ji incident... So he's thoughtful first, then merciless and valiant. I think I understand him and his reasonings better now." Kat nodded in understanding, letting a pondering silence veil the both of them for a while.

"I still don't yet approve of you, but now that you are a member of the Oda forces, and you have already been through one war, you have to try and understand what is going on around here. Things won't be easy for you, but I am sure Lord Nobunaga wouldn't put you in direct danger, considering he needs you alive. But that's all I can tell you now. Once you've calmed down and had enough time to sort out your thoughts and feelings, go to Lord Nobunaga and thank him." and thus, he extended his hand towards her, to help her up.

She graciously gave him a smile and got up with his aid, and they nodded at each other. "Thank you for coming here and explaining these things to me. I needed that. You're a very nice man, Hideyoshi, whether or not you approve of me. I appreciate it." but then, the man smiled and hummed cheerfully.

"Don't thank me. Also, before I forget - Have this. Put this on your wounds. While I won't trust anyone who seems suspicious until they prove me wrong, I wouldn't leave an injured woman untreated. It's not my style." and thus, he stepped out of the room, waving at her goodbye.

"Thank you, Hideyoshi!" the girl went out as well, waving at him as well.

"Thank Ieyasu, not me. I'm just giving you leftover medicine he made." he chuckled lightly.

"Ieyasu is interested in medicine as well?!" the girl's first real reaction - True interest and excitement - Painted on her face, her eyes gleaming eagerly.

"Yes, he is very gifted in this domain. He may be skeptical and apprehensive at first, but pay him no mind, he's just introverted. You can learn many things from him. I'm sure you will be his favourite student... And only one." with an amused look, he left the place, leaving the girl to her own thoughts.

"Fascinating... Very fascinating..." she muttered to herself as she found her feet taking her towards the Lord. "Well then, here we go again..." 

And thus, Katrina sighed, gathering herself and her thoughts, and calling out to the Lord, awaited for approval to walk inside - And she did hastely.

She walked in the demon's den as fearlessly as he expected.

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[o-avosetta]

Re: relationships in Potion Permit

The grind in Potion Permit is awful and tedious. The player's options for money/resources definitely fall short of the variety in Stardew Valley or Coral Island. But, I've decided this game is not for the player who actually wants a lot out of the central simulation. This is for the simulation player who wants to see character development in the NPCs, and not just in the romanceables.

Often, the other townies are even more interesting than the dateables. Every single townie — even the freaking cat — has a storyline to unlock. Everyone is figuring something out about themselves, or about the town, or about you, and you just need to get to know them to be part of the process.

As usual, there's a lot of busted stuff around town that only gets fixed as you progress through the game. But, at least the way I've been playing, making friends is part of that progress. Because I'm getting mixed up in people's lives and getting to know everybody, I know I'm not the only one working for the betterment of the town.

So, it doesn't really feel as though everyone is just sitting around while I pay for everything. The mayor, the law enforcement, the crafters, the rangers — they all seem genuinely interested in doing their part for Moonbury, and genuinely grateful for my help. I'm forever needing to chop a gazillion thousand wood and break a bajillion thousand rocks 🥴, but hey, if it helps restore the environment, or helps a mother and a daughter hone their craft and respect each other, maybe it'll be worth it.

I also appreciate the dose of realism the Chemist gives every character whose story involves a potion request. Yeah, I'll give you something for your insomnia, but you still need to work through your anxiety and fix your sleep schedule. We all need to do the work.

Romance in this game definitely leaves something to be desired. [SPOILERS] Once you reach the dating stage with someone, after the thrill of the confession cutscenes, little else changes besides the option to go on a date every now and then. And I do like the dates — I like the idea of hitting the bathhouse with my boo after a long day chopping wood / breaking rocks (gods, so many rocks 😩😩😩). But maybe marriage in Stardew has spoiled me; it would be nice to be able to move in with my Potion Permit partners, start and end the day with them, and get a bit more variety in the cycle of dialogue lines now that our relationship has changed.

As for the options: Rue reads as too young and naive for me. Martha, the first person to try to make friends with the Chemist, is a real sweetheart who deserves to be happy and loved. Leano — haven't actually made level-two friends with her as I don't go to the beach that often, but I can see the appeal. I picked Matheo purely for the tsundere enemies-to-lovers arc, but I genuinely respect his ideals and his conviction. Xiao is logical and studious, but also surprisingly forward — I hear his wanting to spend more time with me in the same matter-of-fact tone I imagine the rest of his dialogue, and it always catches me a off guard. Reyner is a tough guy who needs to soften up, and he has the most suggestive cutscenes. 👐🏼👀

Oh — *is handed a card; squints* — I've just learned that partners don't get jealous if you date other people! That will at least save me from the wood/stone grind of a new save just to explore all the romantic options.

The devs have also said they'll be adding more romanceables. I guess I'll just keep fingers crossed for Lucke (sweet farmer boy genius), Helene (cheeky button-pushing games mistress), and Runeheart (could probably break me in half with her arms).

Overall, this game is pretty low in the mechanics department (seems dumb that you can't use your own healing potions on yourself). But I've still really enjoyed meeting all of the characters and becoming a part of Moonbury.

[observers-journal]

Hello. I know this might be sudden but I feel that I can reach out to you about the whole situation with Tenoch. If you want to share this with the others, that is alright with me. I appreciate you reading my long rant.

I usually don't post things on social media because, imo, it's all a fuckin' mess that just seems to aim on seeing the souls and humanities of people. But I just have this weight that I need to get off my shoulders, especially with what I have seen these past few months. I'm not going to mention all these crazy controversies that have been happening because it is all perfectly explained to me, and if others still can't understand or refuse to understand, then the problem is them.

With that out of the way, I am just wondering of the changes going on. I know that TH has to step out of social media due to what's going on, which I don't blame him for, but I'm glad that there has been positive things happening, and I think it is due to the dedication and courage of the people who truly believe in him, as they are braver than I am to be willing to step into the battlefield for a person who has been a beacon in this dark and cruel world.

While it has been slowly getting positive for TH, as for Maldemort (yes, who shall not be named), I feel that there has been some kind of shift. At first, with the events in June, it was all chaos and hectic, which I personally think she enjoyed, probably even more than the attention she got from her acid attack and the law she wants to take credit for. But now, the attention seems to have simmered even after her recent posts about her, especially her case about her, other than the tragic death of the deputy that she mentioned. Even the news seems to have simmered down regarding her, and even when posting things about her, there is either low views with no comments or heightened views but with comments that criticized them for not reporting on her behaviors and her crimes, and it's not just TH fans, but also people who seem to be unaware or neutral about her.

This is taking longer than I thought, and I apologized for it, but I am getting to the point. The reason why I am mentioning all of this is because I am wondering if these changes going on are due to what has been exposed about Maldemort, or if people are forgetting and moving on from it, or if people either see her for whom she is or they' re bored and tired of her and attention seeking schemes. I just want to know what you guys think, because I don't knownwhat to think and I could be wrong.

Anyway, I have got this weight off my shoulders and feel lighter for now. All I hope that TH has his lawsuit ready, and exposed the narcissistic psychopath of whom she truly is because something tells me that he's almost done and he's waiting for the right time to do it. He's a very intelligent man that many people have underestimated, and I think he has stuff about her that we don't know about since he has been dealing with this for over a year. And it might reach the point that she won't be able to defend the indefensible no matter what she would say or try to manipulate in social media.

Thank you for reading my long rant, and I appreciate all your opinions.

Hey nonnie, thanks for being comfortable enough to share this with me 😊 Anon asks can only be answered through posting (I think) so here it is. And I think the community will appreciate your thoughts on this too!

TH is way smarter than these people thought as you said and unfortunately he has been the subject of several attacks before too. Nor would she have seen coming the deluge of actual evidence-based allegations on her, and how her accusations were debunked so smartly by Tenoch supporters.

It's probably a mix of both forgetting and seeing through her BS I think. People are not fools to be played around, so yeah there's definitely both of those factors playing a role.

I think it's very wise for TH to stay away from social media. It brings more harm than good, especially in such situations. He does lurk around on IG though, although not as actively as before.

We all hope he sues the hell out of her. And can you imagine what all he possibly knows and has kept private to himself, when the public could dig out so much? Coz until then the media narrative in Mexico might favor MER as we now understand, as it is in the hands of people who dislike T rather strongly.

BUT, I just saw El Elegido is trending on Mexico! I would take that as a good signal? Great signal! Slowly but surely but he's coming back ❤️

Take care, and feel free to share more of your thoughts!

[kingbryancroidragon]

Darkness Rising Part 2 Commentary

Well, it is Sunday, so why not do the commentary for part two of this five-part pilot?

I honestly find it a bit weird that given Starscream's ambition Megatron left him in charge, but as it turns out in later episodes, Starscream becomes completely loyal to Megatron, so no doubt Megatron saw some in Starscream beyond his ambition. I also mentioned my own story that I would have sent to Hasbro in the previous commentary (doomed from the start because why would they ever accept it) and have it that Megatron himself had usurped the leadership of the Decepticons and had been the second-in-command himself so he wouldn't think anything about his own second-in-command trying to usurp him, it would just be the vicious cycle that was the position of Decepticon leadership.

"Three years in space", I really have to wonder what that is even like for a Cybertronian. In the Marvel comics, it was established that a million years was like a decade for a Cybertronian, if it is the same here, then how does that translate into a human lifetime?

I like the dark energon, it gives a different side to Megatron, suggesting he is actually interested in what is considered the occult on Cybertron and unlike the animated G1 continuity, he has knowledge of Unicron before that fateful meeting, though as the franchise was in its infancy, Unicron was not essentially the Devil, but he could have been interpreted as a devil, so there is a lot of difference from where we started and where we are now with some characters.

"Botswana", I feel like that pun is low-hanging fruit considering that the country already has "Bot" in its name.

Has any previous work ever brought this up? The possibility of a Cybertronian accidentally stepping on a human?

And so we are introduced to Agent William Fowler voiced by Ernie Hudson. I have the head canon, that Fowler has seen the Turkish remake of ET and he liked it.

And the beginning of the running gag of something Ratchet needs being broken is born. Wonderful!

And it is at this point that "Transformers Prime" dipped into the horror genre, a bit earlier than some works in the franchise.

I have the head canon that Miko started brainstorming a bunch of ideas for using the Ground Bridge, most of the being to see her favourite bands in concert, another being to have a beach day on Easter Island and a third being to TP the car of a teacher back home.

Our first large-scale battle and it is intense.

Raf establishing himself as the computer wiz to Ratchet is such a great scene.

I personally find that jump scare with undead Cliffjumper a bit predictable.

Something I find interesting and that I recently looked up, is that Starscream's various altmodes, excluding Armada and Cybertron, seem to have been predominantly all from the F series (F-15 Eagle, 5-22 Raptor, F-16 Fighting Eagle.) I don't know why, its just a nice touch and might be why I don't particularly care for his Armada alt mode in that while Cybertronian, it resembles a Sukhoi Su-35 and doesn't quite fit the F series that Starscream is commonly associated with, at least to me. It is nice that in this series he is an F-16 keeping with the F series.

I just love the observation of the kids, it is where it truly hits them that these are people, not just machines,

Optimus' question of "Have you broken the law?" is great. It is like he is still getting used to human figures of speech and in all honesty, he probably is.

Imagine if Optimus had been able to speak before Ratchet said he was busy, then he'd be the one Jack bonded with.

Enter June Darby. A few head canons about her: she privately believes in reincarnation, during her college years she posed for a calendar and her favourite movie is "Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea." I also mentioned my Transformers story that I would have submitted to Hasbro and it would have featured re-imaginings of various past human characters. June would have been a former classmate of Spike Witwicky and the goddaughter of Isaac Sumdac.

I wonder what Arcee was thinking when Jack called her "abused."

A wake-up call from Arcee, who needs an alarm clock?

I take offense to that. I was watching cartoons when I was sixteen. I still watch cartoons, might be because with my original writing I imagine my characters as animated rather than live-action.

"Millennia worth of battles", does that still translate to "Decades worth of battles?" I really want to know, what are Optimus and Megatron's ages translated to human years?

Even Starscream is uncertain with this stuff and for good reason.

And how is that for a cliffhanger?

And that was the second part of the five part pilot. Thanks for reading.

[captaincolossal]

Okay, well here is another random draw from the scratch-off poster, on which I am down to a mere 12 films! So tonight we're doing...number six! Which is one that I'm entirely unfamiliar with, so I'm just gonna go for it.

Dead of Night (1945)

An old house in the country, obvs.

If any of my recurring dreams happen in reality, I kind of hope it's the post-zombie apocalypse one. The good news is, it's pretty low stakes, re: the zombie action, like these are shambling and decrepit zombies, it's been a few years and they're really more of a gross nuisance than actual monsters, and life carries on more or less normally in the day to day. The bad news is twofold in that there are still zombies, and mediocre as they are, they are still a hazard (and still gross), and infuriatingly there is very little that can be done about it.

You may be saying to yourself, "if there are still active zombies that are just like, the shambling dregs of the zombie Threat, why are people just living their lives and not, you know, fully resolving the zombie apocalypse and dispatching the last of them?" and friends, let me introduce you to a style of zombie world that I call "bureaucratic realism". That's right, we as a society, can not finish off the zombies because of the fucking government. As soon as they got things up and running again, they made it illegal to kill zombies. Instead, you have to file a report and an authorized handler will come and retrieve it. Like animal control! But there's so much bullshit and mismanagement, that there's an endless backlog of zombies to retrieve, and of course the law against killing zombies is enforced, so when you do file a report about the zombie shuffling around in your shed, it may be 6 months before you even get an estimated date for retrieval. So now we're in a society where the presence of low-hazard zombies is just sort of normalized because what the fuck else can ya do.

[angstyaches]

Hey, can I ask what book(s) you were talking about in your last post? :)

Sure!

The series I'm currently re-reading is The First Law by Joe A/berc/rombie, and right now I'm on book 2, Before They Are Hanged. It's kind of dark, gory, high fantasy with lots of angsty and whumpy themes, but the character I'm specifically talking about is a highborn, spoiled, decorative military guy; the apathetic asshole type who's trying to do better.

I'll post details of my favourite scene below the cut in case anyone's interested!

CW: spoilers (I tried to keep it low-detail but still), death and gore mention, emeto caused by disgust/distress.

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He’s lived a sheltered life of luxury, and now he finds himself wandering into dangerous, unknown lands with a ragtag bunch of folks he’d never usually give the time of day. When the gang comes across the aftermath of a brutal fight, the sight of so many slaughtered, butchered bodies makes him feel sick, especially since he's already feeling a bit funny from hunger and low blood sugar. But he’s strong, right? He’s a beacon of hope for the common people who've rallied behind him; he can get through this... right? For a moment, it seems as though he's calmed himself and his stomach down.

Then, cue the most brazen of the group shoving a hand into the open guts of a corpse, testing its warmth, and woops, there goes our guy, puking his breakfast down himself before stumbling away from his horse to heave again. Bonus: another character is determined to solidify the team's bonds by doing little acts of kindness and understanding for each of them, so he goes over to our queasy guy and offers him some water, and even agrees with him and backs him up when he sheepishly declares that he’s sick because of the food they ate earlier.

Honestly, this was probably my first encounter with the sickie/caretaker dynamic, and definitely my first encounter with two typically tough male characters showing vulnerability. Or if it wasn't the first, it definitely, as I've said, awakened something in me lol

[belovedcorvid]

“For one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been given to us, the ultimate, the final problem and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation.” ♥

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Rabbit (or Rory) :: he/him :: 31 :: someplace in the northern US Activity Level :: Low and Random ( medical field + chronic illness )  I’ve written intermittently on Tumblr for the last 10-ish(?) years, so if we’ve met before then it’s great to see you again! If we’ve never met, then it’s nice to meet you! I like getting to know the people I write with, so hit me up if you’d like. In my spare time when I’m not doing this, I enjoy TTRPGs and building miniatures.  I’m probably sick right now.

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Anyone who’s played with me before knows that I’m the slowest guy. I used to worry over this a lot, but this most recent bout with illness has made me re-evaluate how I want to look at time here and stress about this less. I’m going to answer things when I can and keep a tracker so I can see everything and not drop things on accident, but I’m going to treat it less like a deadline. If you want to carry on a thing and don’t mind if I take weeks, let’s do it! If you prefer a partner that’s quicker, I’m not the guy for you.

I tend to write multi-paragraph style, with small text but otherwise minimal formatting. I use icons sometimes, but not always. If you would prefer I use normal text size / no images / etc, let me know - I can accommodate these things. 

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| breadth of work |

One Piece is huge - I’m not fully caught up, but I am through Rocinante’s bit! I’m still very sad we only got to have him around for a little while, and may or may not make verses to explore alternatives to that.

But! If you want to chat about the manga or the anime in general, I’m all about it.

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| fundamentals |

I’m not even sure if it’s necessary to add any more, but of course: it’s not cool to godmod, control other people’s characters, kill each other without discussing combat first, badger people for speedy replies, engage in callout culture, etc. Please be a nice human.

Not interested in interacting with people that engage in racist or homophobic / aphobic behaviour. Also not interested in looking at ships for this character that involve incest or large age gaps. I will not write Doffy and Cora as a romantic relationship, and I will not write Cora and Law or any similarly aged characters that way either.

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I will always, always, always tag triggers for you, especially if you list them in your rules page. If I miss one, or if you’d like me to tag something new, shoot me a message so I can add it to my tags! Violence and other NSFW content types will always be tagged and thrown under a cut.

Triggers for me: Please tag all images of dental injuries with ‘teeth tw’ or something similar. I have just about every iteration blacklisted. Additionally, please tag all content involving a/b/o threads/art/etc and, for lack of a less loaded word, ‘x humanoid character has/gets/is ‘cursed’ with x animal traits/whatever now’ threads/etc as well. I have just about every iteration of both of these blacklisted (I think). Any general a/b/o tag will work just fine; for the latter, I suggest ‘animal traits tw’ or ‘zoomorphism tw’. If you post this that’s fine, but I might not be able to follow you. Deeply personal reasons for me as an individual and as a professional / animal advocate - For clarity: hybrid or shapeshifter characters that actively deal with their hybridity and its consequences are not the same thing. I have a problem when humans put on animal characteristics like costumes for aesthetic purposes / kink / amusement / etc.

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| shipping |

Writer and character are both of age, so shipping is fine as long as the other character and writer are of age as well. I will not write with underage muns at all, full stop.

I don’t really foresee myself shipping this character much, but if we’ve interacted and you ship a thing, whether it be romantic or platonic, you should let me know. I usually can’t see that sort of thing.

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| asks |

Asks are neat. I try to answer them all, but again : I’m a slow guy and Tumblr eats them sometimes. If I can’t come up with a good response for what you sent me, I’ll let you know so we can do something else instead.

If I answered an ask of yours and you’d like to respond / make it a thread, that’s awesome! I just ask that you put your reply in a new thread and @ me rather than reblogging the original ask.

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I have a complicated relationship with writing games. I love them in concept and love getting to send my friends things and answer questions / draw prompts / etc, but the havoc they bring to my notes can make it impossible for me to run a blog. Please don’t reblog memes from me if you don’t follow me, or if we don’t interact - makes it too easy to lose replies when notes are a mess.