#my neighbours above me really don't think about others

[i-miss-lotor]

Who the fuck decides to fucking drill at 8am in an apartment

[songmingisthighs]

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February Filth Fest - 1; exhibitionism/voyeurism

group : ateez

pairing : yunho × reader

genre : smut

word count : 2.9k

warning : voyeurism/exhibitionism; yunho peeping (y/n), masturbating, use of monster cock dildo, use of phone, dirty shit, filthy filthy crap idek anymore can y'all help me find what else to warn people ?

a/n : part 1 of 8 of FFF !! :D and honestly, this is longer than I expected lmao sorry

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You opened and closed the door to your apartment so hard that the hinges shook slightly. Out of frustration, you carelessly kicked your shoes off and threw your keys on the dining table before marching to your room, throwing your bag on your bed that faced the window and the annexed building before pacing around with your hands missing up your initially tamed hair. Another day, another party where Jung Yunho got on your fucking nerves.

Honestly, you don't get it, people sang praises about the man saying that he's so nice and so fun to be with. So why is he such an ass to you?

Well, an ass only in one aspect. Overall, he's a solid guy.

It's no secret that he's hot and well, you've been wanting to sleep with him but he just wouldn't take you seriously. While he doesn't really go around fucking everything with a pulse and conscience, people seemed to know just how well endowed he is from his small fraction of partners. Prior to your quest to experience a night with him, you've always been somewhat close to Yunho because you shared some friends and because he's your neighbour. You both lived in separate connected building that literally faced each other, you've had conversations from your balconies and he had rushed in to help with your period when he saw you in pain in your bedroom through his bedroom window. But now that he caught on that you wanted to sleep with him, he's suddenly teasing and taunting you way more than he usually would.

"Can't handle him my ass, I have dildos bigger than his dick," you grumbled to yourself. Lies, you know, but you just needed to say that out loud. For your sanity. Or sheer pettiness.

The flicker of light from Yunho's apartment caught your attention and you instinctively turn your head to look. You saw Yunho on his phone, putting his wallet and keys on his desk and his jean jacket on the back of his chair before plopping down onto his bed that directly faced your bedroom. You had half the mind to march over and just convince him that you're not as breakable as he claimed you were, maybe prove him wrong.

A thought popped into your head all of a sudden, an ingenious plan that could really show Yunho what you're capable of.

So you got ready. You pull out the things you needed and stripped down to nothing, not caring where your clothes were at that moment. With your things in your hands, you still even made sure to set the lights to be more... flattering and alluring. The lights above were turned off in favour of your desk light that was adjustable with your phone. Without thinking twice, you turned the light to the yellow one, making sure it shone at just the right brightness. After you were completely satisfied with the lighting, you made yourself comfortable on your bed with your legs spread and back supported by the pillows so it looked arched, angling yourself just enough so that your bare body would be in the perfect view from Yunho's room. Once you and the items you took out were safely placed, you began your plan. With your phone strategically on your right side, you reached for it with your right hand and let your left hand travel up to your left breast, fingers tweaking at your hardening nipples every so often. The hand controlling your phone immediately opened your contact list and you scrolled until you found the name you were looking for. Even just the thought of executing your plan made your pussy throb.

In Yunho's room, he was watching some YouTiube Shorts videos that Wooyoung spammed into his friends' group chat when his screen changed to show an incoming call from you. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion because the last time you both talked at the party, you were pouting, calling him a mean bigfoot after he told you that you were overconfident with your desires and that you probably couldn't even deliver the things you promised. Thinking that you must have wanted something from him or maybe even you hadn't had your fill of telling him off. A little part of him hoped it was the latter so he could continue to tease and get the reaction he wanted from you. He may mask his jabs as jokes, but he really was worried that you both would change after having sex and he didn't want that. You were the best girl he had ever befriended and he didn't want to lose that. Plus, it actually thrilled him how you can get so whiny and pouty and even determined.

Yunho picked up your call, fully expecting your voice to begin whatever it was you wanted to talk about with grumbling out his name. But the first thing he heard was a shuddering breath. Yunho had to pause before answering as he wasn't sure he heard right. "Hello...? (y/n)? Are you okay?" he asked, confused and unsure of what was going on at that moment. He waited but all he heard were you groaning and saying "oh God". Of course, as any logical person would think, the first thing that popped into Yunho's head was that you were sick or hurt and you were seeking his help. "(y/n) are you hurt?" he asked, sitting up straight on his bed in worry. You were still not answering though despite him waiting for quite some time.

Deciding that it would probably be best for him to check up on you himself, Yunho stood from his bed to go over to you.

But he was rendered frozen on his spot at the sight before him, in the next building, in your room.

With his phone still in his ear, he slowly walked forward, taking small but sure steps towards his window. He saw you in nothing but your birthday suit, legs bent and spread just enough that he was able to see you gliding your delicate fingers between your folds as the other one fondled your breast. The lighting of your room managed to illuminate you just perfectly so that you seemed like you were glowing. Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed and your breasts jiggled with every heave of your chest. His eyes were transfixed on how hot you looked and despite the visuals before him, his brain seemed to still refuse that it was a reality. The sound you made coming out from his phone doesn't make things better for him, it only triggered more of his confusion and uncertainty. He was sure that you probably meant to call someone else. No matter how much that idea pisses him off.

It wasn't until he heard something that made him freeze in his spot, pupils dilating and cock twitching.

"Yunho...." You moaned out breathily, voice quivering as he saw you lick your bottom lip as if wanting to taste something. That something being him. Oh, how he wanted to give you what you want and perhaps get a taste of you himself. He loved the sound you made and knew that you were thinking of him as you delicately rub and flick at your bundle of nerves. You must've really been turned on because even from Yunho's distance, he could see your glistening cunt, illuminated oh so beautifully by the light you so cleverly chose.

"F-fuck, I need you inside me, Yunho," you begged as if begging directly to Yunho. "Poor baby, only begging and not being able to feel the real thing," he smirked cockily as if talking to you, not knowing that you can actually hear him. The approval from him made your fingers move faster, more freely. The initial rub and flick to your clit were joined with your fingers dipping into your hole which seemed to seep more and more of your arousal with every move of the two and later three fingers you used to stimulate yourself.

Yunho had half the mind to go over and give you what you wanted but before he could even so much as turn the call off, you had pulled something from the side, placing it near your lips and letting your tongue drag over it. Yunho's eyes nearly bulged out at the sight of you so brazenly taking out a seemingly huge-sized dildo. He didn't know if the dildo is just that huge or if you're small and he really wants to find out so he could know how you'd be with his dick. The sight of the dildo you took out however instantly reminded him of the usual taunt he threw you, questioning your ability to actually take his cock and even calling you stupidly arrogant with your claims. "Oh, you dirty bitch, you wanted me to watch you, don't you?" he growled, not realizing that he was basically talking into the mic. He got his confirmation almost immediately when your eyes shifted to look straight at his across the building, letting him know that you had heard him. With your eyes locked, you didn't seem to back down though. Instead, you began to obnoxiously moan as you bobbed your head on the dildo in your hand, your fingers never stopping their ministration on your pussy as your hips began grinding upwards, chasing more and more stimulation. With your brazen glare, determined fingers, and drool-covered chin, Yunho couldn't help but palm himself over his pants, feeling his hardening cock seeking to be released from its confines.

Much to your satisfaction, you saw Yunho, with one hand holding onto his phone on his ear so tightly, had begun unbuttoning his pants and tugging them lower to expose his stiff cock. You had been waiting to see just how big he was and the distance only made you crave it even more. It was right there across the building, so close yet so far.

"You're not getting me until you make yourself cum," he demanded, comfortably talking into the phone now that he knows you were listening to him this whole time. His words made you whimper but you knew better than to disobey him, you didn't want to risk not feeling him. So you let go of the dildo from your mouth, releasing it with a satisfying 'pop' that travelled straight to Yunho's cock, making it twitch at just how wonderful it sounded. You let your saliva-covered dildo travel down the front of your body, leaving a wet trail that Yunho could only wish was his own saliva or cum. The other hand that has been playing with your pussy moved to separate your pussy lips as your legs spread wider at a narrower angle to the bed than before. Yunho watched as the tip dragged over your soaking wet cunt, he can only imagine how you would feel with his cock running up and down your sopping center. His eyes were transfixed and unmoving, refusing to do so as he wanted to savour they way you looked. The hand that freed his cock had even started to stroke his own length, focusing on giving stimulation to his tip as to allow him to imagine that it was you who were doing it. With the visual of you, he took a moment to spit into his hand to mimic your wet cunt rubbing at his tip, putting pressure into his slit that made him hiss at the feeling.

Finally, after torturous teasing on both your pussy and him, you finally pressed the tip into your hole. The feeling made your eyes roll back and your back arch, your breath hitched before it left you in the form of a shudder but you pushed through, you let the long, thick toy enter your cavern, taking everything without slowing down like a champ. "Holy shit," Yunho gasped out, the hand holding his dick stroking the long length to mimic the feeling of entering you. The stimulation from his hand and visual was doing wonders, he honestly felt like he could burst at that moment. You could hear him inhaling sharply and exhaling with a grunt, it sounded so hot to you that you couldn't help but reciprocate by letting out a whimpery moan, calling out for him.

When the toy finally entered you, you let it rest inside you for a bit, savouring the heaviness of it as you added your pleasure by pinching your clit lightly, tweaking them every once in a while. Yunho had to put his phone on speaker and used the same hand that was holding it to anchor himself on the wall next to the window. "You talk a lot about wanting to take me, now prove to me that you can actually do it with that flimsy toy. Prove to me you can take that size before you can take mine," he said, smirking when he saw your body freeze and then shudder at his words. He was willing to bet that you were imagining the size of his cock.

In no time, you began thrusting the toy in and out of you. "O-oh-" you gasped when you felt the rubber dragging your walls slowly at first. Yunho was actually impressed that you immediately obeyed him and you barely needed time to adjust to the size of the toy. With every pace picked up, Yunho matched it, trying his best to mimic how you would feel on his dick but even though he knew that it was just his pathetic attempt, he knew full well that the real thing couldn't even compare. You couldn't compare.

"Y-Yunho- o-oh, oh God," you whimpered pathetically as you rubbed your clit faster, matching the pace of the toy entering you at the fastest pace you could muster. Seeing you trying to chase your high with a toy that is supposed to prove to him that you're more than your words, Yunho couldn't help but smirk cockily as he chuckled, "Yeah baby, show me you mean business, cum for that fake dick that you can only imagine is me," he taunted, making you let out a high pitched whine. You wanted to call him mean for making fun of you even at this desperate moment but you couldn't muster the word out as you felt your climax approaching, knowing full well that Yunho's mean taunts only added to the pleasure. You actually liked him being mean and condescending to you.

"Fuck, I'm close," you moaned out, head thrown back as the movements of your hands quickened considerably. Seeing this, Yunho quickened his pace as well, making sure he was squeezing and tugging himself just right. "Are you sure you can get off yourself? You seemed to pathetic to even bring yourself to climax. You even had to think of me," he said in a faux worried voice. You could only let out a muffled high-pitched squeal, wanting to answer him but still, you couldn't. It was as if your brain was programmed to obey and agree to everything Yunho said. And Yunho couldn't complain, he loves making you speechless.

Your hips began grinding upwards, chasing the high you so desperately wanted, the high you were hoping Yunho could give to you. "Come on, are you holding back on me?" Yunho scoffed, "I know you can cum right now, I know you WANT to cum right now," he stated, further egging you on. His words effectively made you work even harder, trying from slapping your own pussy to changing the angle of the dildo itself. "If you can't cum with that sad excuse of a cock, how can I be sure that you can cum with mine?" he sighed. You almost scream at him when he said that, you were so close to getting what you want, there's no way you're losing the chance THIS close.

Bracing yourself in a better position, you returned your work and thankfully, the slight shift allowed the toy to rub your spot continuously. Yunho chuckled when he saw you desperately slapping your clit whilst simultaneously thrusting the toy inside you. Although he wanted to hear you moan directly, the sound from his phone and the slight leak of your voice from your apartment was doing him wonders at that moment. His pace quickened and his tongue darted out from between his lips as if seeking your taste. Whilst you kept your ministration, Yunho threw you praise after praise, giving you the encouragement you needed to finally cum. Your toes curling and thighs tensing, your chest rose so high that he could clearly see your perky pebbled nipples in the air, standing proudly. Yunho didn't finish, however, not that he wanted to anyways. He has great self-control and enough desire in him to know that when he cums, he wanted you to make him cum.

As you calmed down on your bed, catching your breath after the performance you just did for your neighbour, your brain slowly began to function again. You sat up straight, planning to talk to Yunho to ask about what he thought but you weren't able to as when you finally came to your senses, you realized that Yunho was no longer in his room.

However, just as you were about to cuss at him through the phone, your doorbell rang, surprising you. Luckily, the person from the other line started talking again, his words making you bite back a grin of accomplishment as you jump off your bed to head to the front door, pussy and thigh slick, hair a mess, and skin flush.

"Thank you for the show. Please open the door, I would like to pay you for your services."

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[dearchloe]

one big appy family

All characters are 18+

I was exhausted. Just back from my first term at university, wiped out from a long day of travel by a succession of trains, all of which had been either cancelled, delayed, or moved to a platform at the other end of the station at the last moment, I wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed from the moment I got home. Instead, I had to fend off a round of interrogatories from my parents and neighbours, pretend to be sociable as far into the evening as I could manage, tell them all the same (sanitised) freshers' week stories that they'd already heard twice before, and choke my way through a three course meal before finally being allowed to retreat to the sanctuary of my childhood bedroom and disappear under the covers into blessed oblivion.

It lasted, by my reckoning, about two hours.

I woke suddenly, the house in darkness and quiet at last, and stared into the black void that was my room, such an adjustment now after the past months of thin curtains above city-bright streets. For a moment, I wondered why I had returned to the land of the waking — and then a part of the darkness shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other, and I knew, and I sighed internally at what was no doubt soon to come.

"What is it, Vicky?"

My sister came closer, sitting uninvited on the edge of the bed. "Erin?"

"Yeah?"

"I missed you."

"I missed you too. But I swear to god, if you've woken me up just to tell me that..."

"No, I didn't."

"Then what is it?"

"I'm wet."

Like a lot of people, I had to help look after my sister when I was growing up.

Unlike a lot of people, it was my older sister.

To anyone else, this would be strange. To me, it was simply my family.

"Let's see." Reluctantly, I pulled myself upright and leaned forwards, giving Vicky's nappy a good squeeze through the fluffy fabric of her pyjamas. She simply sat there, unresisting. "You'll last till morning. Get back to bed."

"But Erin! I'm gonna leak!"

"Keep your voice down."

"My bed will get all wet!"

"And I'll end up cleaning it, and probably bathing you as well, so what do you care?"

She whined. "It's yucky!"

"Bed. Now. I'm tired."

"But Erin..."

I clicked on my bedside light. "Victoria Drover. Just because I've been away, do you think the rules have changed?"

"... No."

"So what do you absolutely not do at night?"

"... Get out of bed."

"How many times do I have to tell you, Vicky?"

"But... But I need..."

"No, you don't." I put out a hand and grabbed my phone from the bedside table, and my sister suddenly assumed an expression of total panic.

"Erin... Erin, please... I'll be good..."

"Should have thought of that before." I opened my phone and flicked through the apps, looking for one I hadn't used in a while. When I was at home, the tracker app that the family used to keep tabs on Vicky's needs and behaviours lived at the top of my Most Used list. The rest of the time, I hardly opened it.

I ignored Mum's latest nursing stats on the Food tab and clicked into Sleep instead. As Vicky watched, bouncing from one foot to the other with nerves, I found the point where Mum had registered her as going down for the night, opened the entry, and edited the end time. Then I put my phone down on the covers and looked up at my older sister.

"Ok, Victoria. I'm going to put you back to bed, and if you go down ok for me, I'll write that you had a nightmare and I got you back to sleep. If you're going to give me a hard time, I'll write down what really happened. And your sleep stats don't look too good this month, do they?"

Mum kept a religious watch on Vicky's sleeping, feeds, and nappies, helped by the comprehensive recording service offered by the app. If any one of them didn't come up to scratch, she had a range of unpleasant methods of correcting it. For sleep, the answer was usually to put my sister on a newborn schedule — eighteen hours a day, more or less only interrupted for feeds and changes. But that was a hell of a lot of work for anyone involved, and I wasn't too proud to save myself the effort if it was possible.

My sister sighed. "Fine."

"If you're good, I'll change you first thing tomorrow." I glanced down at her records. "Though I think you're overdue to make a stinky nappy for us, so you might want to work on that."

"Night, Erin."

"Night, Vicky. Sleep well."

"Sleep wet, more like."

[inkblackorchid]

me again! 😹 I love the headcanons you wrote ,thank you ! While reading them I imagined something else so I thought to give it a try !

Perhaps, do you think you could write Faithshipping married headcanons? That would be so cool , thank you in advance:)

Also ,I am so excited for more Faithshipping fanfictions. Also ,I love how you're giving Aki more time to shine and get actual development 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

@mathemagician93 Hope you don't mind me combining these since they pertain to similar topics!

Had to think about these for a while so they've unfortunately been sitting in my inbox for a couple of days, haha. But here we go, married faithshipping headcanons!

The proposal is a long time coming (especially to Aki and Yusei's long-suffering friend circle), but both of them don't know how to go about it at first.

I imagine Aki's parents are just traditional enough that they're basically expecting Yusei to propose, while Aki herself really doesn't mind who proposes, but ends up being too chicken to do it herself. (She doesn't think Yusei would reject her, but old fears are a bitch and she knows it would break her heart if he said no for any reason.)

Yusei, meanwhile, definitely has the courage to propose, but doesn't have the foggiest idea how to. What do people do when they propose?? (Jack and Crow are the polar opposite of helpful, btw.) He ends up taking Martha's advice of doing it in a simple, but heartfelt way.

It's not a big thing. It's a date, but not a date that immediately seems special. There's no crowd, only them. The question's quiet and earnest, and the memory of it belongs to them and them alone.

(For a couple of days, the others don't even know the big question came up. Everyone's offended as hell when they find out Aki and Yusei didn't consider it big enough of a deal to make a big announcement out of it. But big doesn't matter to them. What matters is each other.)

I imagine several parties would try to hijack the wedding planning. Among them, Jack, Carly, and Aki's parents. Nobody manages to keep their trap shut and not make unprompted suggestions, at any rate.

Despite the above, the wedding wouldn't be big and fancy, either. Everyone who's important is there, but nobody beyond that. Aki manages to wriggle the occasional input out of Yusei and puts together some kickass (floral, duh) decor.

(They both stress about the wedding. Aki looks more like she stresses, but in truth, Yusei's also worried he's going to make an idiot of himself. Fancy occasions were never his thing. But they manage to put their heads together and make it work, because that's what they're best at.)

Married life ends up not being all that different from the way things were before. I'd imagine they already lived together and tackled day-to-day life together before. Except now both of them are Dr. Fudo.

(Yusei wouldn't have minded taking Aki's name, but Aki's parents fussed and she wasn't too attached to Izayoi, anyway, so she happily takes Fudo.)

They absolutely manage to mix up their name tags for work (if not their lab coats outright) at some point.

Half of the nurses working with Aki know and are convinced she's married to Yusei Fudo (yes, that Yusei Fudo). The other half are dead convinced the others are just pulling their legs and that it's a rumour because it would be cliché anyway, etc. The reason why is that Aki doesn't see the reason to make a big deal out of her marriage (and knows Yusei likes his privacy).

By contrast, the entirety of MIDS knows Yusei's married to Aki Izayoi. Because he brings her up every second conversation—not even to brag (although he sometimes does), but simply because he thinks of her that often. (You cannot convince me Yusei would not be one of the most wife guys to ever wife guy.)

They are popular with literally all their neighbours because they're the most capable couple on the block. Your washing machine is broken? Ask Yusei about it. Your grandma tripped and fell? Better pop over to Aki.

They're good at dividing up the chores and know exactly which chores each the other likes to do less. (Aki's better at doing the laundry and hates cleaning the bathroom, Yusei's better at doing the dishes and hates dusting the furniture.)

Despite Aki's demanding work hours, being a doctor and all, Yusei still always manages to be awake earlier than her. He knows exactly for what time her alarm is set and always makes sure a cup of tea and something small to eat are ready for her by then.

In return, Aki likes to stay on top of making sure that Yusei's got lunch he can take with him to work. (Because she knows his abysmal working habits and the fact that he makes time to actually go for lunch too rarely.)

They coordinate their days off to the best of their ability. What free time they have, they want to be able to spend together.

Yusei may or may not forget his lunch on occasion. Aki, on days where she's not stuck at work herself, may or may not pop into MIDS to bring her husband his lunch. (Yusei's coworkers find it hilarious.)

Hope you like these! And thank you so, so much, glad you enjoy my stories! Aki deserves every little bit of development I can give her. ^^

[ashwhowrites]

fic idea

robin has been in love with her sweet neighbour since they were kids. after a little huge push from her friends, robin has decided she’s going to finally tell you how she feels and ask you to be her date to the last prom before you graduate.

- 🦋

I love my baby Robin

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Robin spent years crushing on her neighbor, Y/N. It all started when Robin moved to Hawkins in third grade, and once the neighbors heard a new family moved in, they were at her doorstep with a plate of cookies and a little smiling girl.

The two became best friends instantly, bouncing between houses and countless sleepovers. They grew up together and the older Robin got the more she realized she liked girls. Girls as in her best friend.

Robin came out to Y/N freshmen year, anxious and terrified as the words left her lips. Robin refused to even look at Y/N, biting her nails as she stared at the carpet.

Y/N just smiled and hugged her best friend. She told Robin she'd always love her and nothing would change that.

Robin wished she had the confidence to admit her feelings for Y/N that night, but the fear of rejection was too high. She didn't want to scare Y/N away.

So Robin decided to watch her best friend date other people for the next three years. Falling in love with Y/N more and more every day, but watching other people have everything she was dreaming of.

The two made it to senior year, finally. Their homes were still side by side, but not for long. Y/N got into an art school in New York, and Robin wasn't sure of where she wanted to go, or if she wanted to go to college at all. A part of her wanted to move to New York with Y/N. Robin just couldn't sleep at night thinking about her being states away, instead of a couple feet.

The closer they got to graduation, the more everyone noticed Robin breaking down. It was easy for everyone to tell that Robin was in love with Y/N, and the group decided enough was enough.

~~~

"Buckley, time to face facts. You are in love with your best friend and you need to make a move before she moves." Eddie said, his arms crossed as he stood above Robin, who sat on Steve's couch.

"Eddie! That was not the route we were taking," Dustin groaned, shaking his head as he walked to stand next to Eddie. Grabbing Robin's hand.

With a soft look, "Oh Robin, we love you dearly and we love Y/N. The two of you are smitten with each other. But she is going to move, and she is going to move without knowing your real feelings. Do you want that? Don't you want her to know you love her and would follow her to any state?" Dustin awed out loud

Robin cringed at the romantic speech, but she knew Dustin was right. She swallowed and took her hand out of Dustin's grip.

"Oh ew, Dustin, that made me want to throw up. Tough love is the better route. Buckley, woman up! Get your girl and get out of this shitty town." Eddie encouraged, shaking Robin's shoulders.

"I'm talking to Steve," Robin said, rolling her eyes as she stood up from the couch. Walking towards Steve's bedroom.

"Harrington, get me away from these two idiots" Robin groaned, knocking on his door.

Steve laughed and opened the door, a knowing look on his face.

"Y/N again?" He asked with a smirk, laughing as Robin rolled her eyes. Throwing herself on Steve's bed.

"Yes. All about how my time is running out and she's going to move away and forget all about me."

"Do you think maybe they are right?" Steve asked, his tone soft. Knowing Robin can be thrown into an anxious spiral.

"Now you too?" Robin groaned, covering her face.

"Just I don't want you to regret anything. Prom is coming up, why don't you ask her? If you start to panic throw in going as friends. Feel her out. I just think you guys would be really good for each other." Steve said with a smile, sitting next to the girl.

"Do you think she will say yes?" Robin squeaked out from behind her hands

"I know she will.....even before you say as friends."

~~~

That is how Robin found herself standing in the middle of her yard, holding a poster with prom written in a fancy font, glitter, and a bouquet of roses in her tight grip.

"Y/N!" Robin screamed, squinting as she looked up toward Y/N's window, trying to block out the sun.

"Robin?" Y/N questioned, rolling out of her bed as she heard her name being yelled over and over. She moved over to her window, seeing the tall girl out in the yard, holding a sign with flowers. Y/N felt her heart race and a giggle in her throat.

Y/N opened her window, peaking her head out with a smile.

"I'LL COME DOWN" Y/N screamed, racing down the stairs and out the front door.

Robin anxiously rocked on her feet as she waited, her eyes looking to Steve, Eddie, and Dustin that were hiding behind some bushes. All three boys offered a thumbs up and a big smile.

"Sorry, it's quite impossible to do this by being up there." Y/N breathed out, a giggle leaving her lips.

"Do what?" Robin asked, a confused expression taking over her face.

"This," Y/N whispered, stepping closer to Robin. Lifting her left hand to cup Robin's jaw, leaning in and placing her lips on Robin's. Robin felt her eyes fly open in shock. Her best friend was kissing her. The girl she has been in love with is kissing her. Robin was pulled back to reality when Y/N began to slowly pull away, Robin panicked and dropped the poster and roses, throwing her arms around Y/N's neck. Pulling Y/N back to her lips.

"HELL YEAH!" Eddie screamed, standing up as he fist-pumped the air.

The action caused the two girls to pull away, looking at Eddie with a stern look.

"Shit my bad, go back to kissing," Eddie smirked, with an obnoxious wink. His response was met with a smack from Dustin.

"So is that a yes?" Robin whispered, looking back at Y/N.

"Did you mean as friends?" Y/N whispered back, eyes looking between Robin's blue eyes and her pink lips.

"Fuck no," Robin laughed

"Well Buckley, you got yourself a date to prom." Y/N winked, pulling the girl in for another kiss.

[youremyheaven]

im a mess….my dog died….i got him as a puppy when i was 11….he would be 11 by January…

recently we found out he had a heart disease and he began to receive treatment but…he just died today 7th of august….he got into hospital but he was doing really bad…his lungs were filled with blood and he had a heart attack……

im heartbroken….i still can’t believe……i saw his de*d body in the vet but….i still can’t believe it….

omg baby 🥹🥹how are you holding up??? sending hugs your way 🫂🫂🫂🫂

i cant imagine what its like to have lost him after having grown up with him for a decade </33 the grief of losing a pet is so profound 😭😭

in this moment, the only consolation is that he went quick without suffering for too long, especially at his age 🥹🥹 may his soul rest in eternal peace

i think he might return to you as a spirit guardian because when we've spent that long with someone (and have a good relationship with them) they don't just vanish, their energy and good spirit remains with us and carries us throughout life. i know this journey is going to be a difficult one but he has moved to another realm but will continue to accompany you in spirit, protecting you and loving you as only he can<3 may you find solace in Spirit during this time.

he has left you but he has not gone. trust me.

my neighbour had a dog named Ruby. she was a labrador and getting quite old. after my neighbour got a new dog, she seemed to care less and less about Ruby and Ruby was basically out on the streets (I hope no one has to endure this fate, especially as Ruby was getting older and weaker) and Ruby had always been fond of my mom and I. She used to protect me from all the other dogs in the neighbourhood and used to walk with me if she saw me walking around 🥺she often ate at our house and we fed her happily. As our neighbour started neglecting her more and more, she spent most of her time on our property, by this point she was extremely sick and looked like it. Treating her would cost $$$$ which we couldn't spare at the time. But she spent all her last days with us and finally, one morning, my mom found that Ruby had passed away near the kitchen where she usually slept.

After having known her for 8years (she was much older but I dont know how much) she had become like a big sister to me because she was always so maternal and caring. Losing her was so hard. That year (2022) I knew I would lose someone I loved to death and I had been anticipating hearing news of someone's passing all year. Ruby passed away after Christmas and it was sooo shocking even though we knew she didn't have much longer. This year will mark the 2nd anniversary of her passing but I still feel her presence with me and I know she's guiding me as she always did. Her love, her warmth and her kindness lives in me and I know she's watching me from above, along with my ancestors.

please take as much time as you need to grieve but know that your dog will find his way back to you in ether <333

love,

Heaven

[noforkingclue]

I saw you did DC characters, I wanted to see if you could try to do an Jervis Tetch x Injured! Rogue! reader?

The reader liked Jervis, but they thought he was always talking about Alice, so that must be who he is after- they didn't match Alice either way

The reader isn't shy or timid like Alice, they're someone that you don't want in the kitchen because they'd accidentally set everything on fire while trying to make you a cake.

But maybe one day... After being thrown back into Arkham, after losing against Batman... Maybe Jervis is actually rather worried about their dear friend? Ending with him realizing Alice doesn't have to be someone who looks like her, it has to be someone who he truly loves, which is the reader.

( in my opinion I think the reader usually as a weapon, since most every rogue has a gimmick, that their gimmick is explosive/fireworks

But you can do whatever you'd like! )

Note: requests are currently closed

Of course! Hope you like it :)

Title: His Alice

DC tag list: @mxacegrey

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

“Home sweet home,” you said as you were led through the hallways of Arkham, “Boy I’ve sure missed being here. Got to be a record for the time I’ve be away right? Have you guys missed me? I bet you have.”

“Y/n!” Harley’s shriek cut above the noise from the other inmates, “When did you get back?”

“Yesterday,” you responded dryly, “When do you think I got back Harl?”

“Aww,” Harl pouted and leant against her cell door, “And I really thought you were going to try and change.”

“You used to be my shrink. Thought you knew me better than that!”

The guard gripped your arm tightly and you winced in pain. He continued to roughly drag you along the hall and you had no choice but to keep up with him. The Bat had been a bit rougher than usual tonight. Maybe you shouldn’t have blown up that building? He had obviously woken up on the wrong side of the bed. You let out a yelp as you were rough into you cell.

“Back once again,” you muttered, “Back home.”

“Is that you, my dear?”

Your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the familiar voice. You scooter closer to the wall and you said quietly,

“Jervis?”

“Yes.”

“We’re neighbours!”

Your face fell and you slumped against the wall.

“We’re neighbours…” you said sadly

You pulled your legs up to your chest and let out a yelp. You heard Jervis shuffle closer and he said softly,

“Are… are you quite alright?”

“Batsy was a little rough. I guess he finally got fed up of me. Treating me like one of the big children now. I can’t always expect the easy treatment can I?”

You let out a manic giggle and pulled your legs up to your chest. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to drift off into your own thoughts, the one thing they couldn’t take from you. You thought about the man on the other side of the wall, one of your few genuine friends in this place. You knew what the people on the outside might think, but you had finally found people who truly understood you. You also developed a slight crush on the man you were closest to.

Although you knew it was unrequited.

What you didn’t know was that Jervis was also thinking of you. He was worried about you. He had never heard you sound so defeated and he didn’t like that. He didn’t like his Alice being sad. He blinked in surprised, slightly confused at his own thoughts. You mightn’t have looked like the Alice of his dreams but there were hints in the way you acted. The manic childishness and disregard for authority. You were so much like the Alice of his dreams.

At the sound of approaching footsteps you jerked your head up and ran towards your cell door. You slammed the palms of your hands against the glass and cried out,

“Commissioner! Commissioner! Wait!”

Commissioner Gordon sighed but stopped. He turned around and pinched the bridge of his nose and said,

“What is it now l/n?”

“Can you pass on a message to Batsy?”

“A message?”

“Yes. I’m sorry about blowing up that building. I just wanted to see what colour the fireworks would make. I didn’t mean for those people to end up in hospital.”

“You didn’t?”

“No,” you let out a manic giggle, “I meant for them to end up in the morgue!”

Ah yes. You definitely are his Alice.

[aufi-creative-mind]

What would have lead to Hyrule being MORE then 10,000 years old in your timeline? Most states and cultures IRL don’t even last above several centuries at most, so I wonder what’s the reason for it’s epithet as the “Eternal Kingdom” as mentioned in one of your posts

So... the name "Eternal Kingdom" is mainly what other countries outside of the Hyrule's border called them. Since from their perspective, the Kingdom of Hyrule had a very long and unbroken rule over its lands for 10 000 years under the same name and same ruling royal family. With evidences that they do have some level of divinity to back them up.

As opposed to themselves who may have gone through cycles of change. For example, my version of Ordon - their own recorded history goes back at least 9000 years with multiple eras of different rulers, governance, disasters and significant events that shape them into their present-day state. These countries and their people don't essentially need to know Hyrule's origins and take it into account with how they view this ancient Kingdom. But as far as they are aware, Hyrule has always been there. Until the day of the Second Calamity and how that shattered Hyrule's 10K year long streak.

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As for how old Hyrule actually is, I put an asterisk on the " 10 000 years* " since it's a bit vague and they didn't really give definite dates on when exactly certain events occurred and how far apart they happened from each other.

My interpretation of the BotW-TotK timeline is that the Founding of the Kingdom of Hyrule, the Imprisoning Wars and later the First Calamity happened WITHIN the Ancient Era of 10K. And the Age of Zonai along with precedessors of the Ancient Hyruleans existed for some time before the Kingdom's founding. (The exact number of years / dates lost or forgotten from historical records ).

At least from the standpoint of BotW/TotK's present-day. Since it happened so far back in time that its all mashed together into a blur.

Its implied that very little of recorded history from back then survived to present-day. Either because of written text being lost or destroyed, language drift (similar to how Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs were misinterpreted/untranslatable for the longest time until the Rosetta Stone discovery in 1799) or they were forgotten from living memory. Or even a combination of all above.

TL;DR - the Kingdom of Hyrule is estimated to be 10 000-ish years old in the BotW-TotK timeline, based on in-game lore and history. And because of their extreme longevity, the Kingdom is sometimes called the "Eternal Kingdom" by their neighbours.

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Lastly, this is a rule I give to myself when it comes to worldbuilding, whether it be with the Legend of Zelda or...any fictional world I play around with.

The fictional world and their lore does not essentially have to be realistic, to our real world standards. It only needs to be believable within the rules of their fantastical universe. (Quoted by me cuz I made that up, 05 Sept 2023)

What I mean by this is that, it is okay to take inspiration from real world history, culture and people when building up your stories and the world that it is set in. How realistic you want your worlds and stories to be is completely up to you. BUT it is not essential. You can be as fantastical and mind-blowing as you want in your world and stories. As long as it is believable to the reader / player.

Hyrule being 10 000(ish) years old is frankly mind-bending and almost eldritch to think about. And that's okay. You can accept that official canon or not. And let's be honest, Nintendo is not that well-known for their lore building in their games. And the canon Zelda timeline is already a mess to follow with.

(Also do check out Overly Sarcastic Productuon's video about BotW-Hyrule and its environmental storytelling (pre-TotK release). It has influenced how I interpret this specific version of Hyrule).

Personally, realism for me is more of a source of inspiration rather than a hard rule to how my worlds work. I build my worlds to be...places that I want to explore. With that feeling of exploration to immerse people into what this world is like and their in-universe lore adds layers that can excite the imagination.

And that's the beauty of worldbuilding. You can make the most fantastical world with magic, dragons and aliens, or the most realistic world based on real life but with mechas, dinosaurs and cowboys. Because why not!

The only limitation is your own imagination and how you build it up.

TL;DR - You can worldbuild the most realistic or fantastical world as much as you want. As long as it is believable to the reader that they too can imagine your world in their own imaginations.

[selfsabotaqe]

paying good $$$ for someone to let me play courtney eaton, davika hoorne, nicholas galitzine, jessica alexander, logan lerman, xavier serrano, greta onieogou, ayca aysin turan, kim doyeon, chase sui wonders, maia cotton, drew starkey, taylor zakhar perez, gracie abrams, lola tung & apo nattawin in a plot on discord. open to anything in terms of pairings and any slice of life plots, but there's some specific ideas down below 🥹

any generic mumu. looking to generally start with a maximum of four muses each, but i would love mumus with ships with intertwined plots. the floor of an apartment building? college friends? high school friend group getting together for a reunion? band on tour? travelers staying in the same hostel room? sports team with wags? go wild. specifically for mumus, i would prefer writing a variety of pairings including same sex couples, and writing (against) a mix of men, women and non binary muses. so i ask partners are open to writing a variety of muses in terms of gender and sexuality themselves. i'll always be down for m/f plots as well, but i am not interested in just doubling up for the sake of it.

any sports plots. rival athletes to lovers? teammates who hook up constantly (no homo) but are in denial about feeling more? athlete and the no nonsense journalist who makes their life hell, but they are kinda into it? athlete and their celebrity significant other, who could be a real couple or fake dating? athlete and assistant coach, or team medic, or pr manager? mumu with multiple plots within the same sports league or team? especially looking for soccer, formula one or hockey (because i know most about those) but open to other options.

enemies to lovers based on jake and amy from brooklyn nine nine. two coworkers stuck in a work performance rivalry that's slowly turning more and more romantic. lawyers trying to win cases? servers or bartenders trying to make the most tips?

any cliche hallmark holiday movie plots but add more to it. pretend to be my significant other for the holidays? i've been stuck in a snowstorm in this town/city away from home? i'm visiting my family far away from where i live and oh shit, there's a really hot local? i'm visiting my family in my home town for the holidays, and my childhood best friend is giving me butterflies? just give me cliches, give me one trying to teach the other how to ice skate, give me hot cocoa in front of the fire, give me hooking up in their childhood bedroom and trying to keep the noise down for the family downstairs.

give me any (modern) royalty au. heirs from rival countries being forced into marriage to form a political alliance? prince secretly hooking up with one of his guards? unknowing american traveling to this small european country where they by chance meet one of the royals?

enemies with benefits plots in any capacity. sports setting? academic rivals? neighbours who drive each other mad playing loud music too late at night? just these vibes.

potentially something based off this, but maybe combined with a "muse a thinks they're enemies while muse b has been flirting all along" plot. very open to make this m/m or f/f as well.

very legal (don't make it weird!!!!!) age gap plots where maybe for once they do think it's difficult. maybe they're at different places in their life? maybe one of them wants kids and the other doesn't? maybe they just moved in together and they're having a ton of fights? maybe they want something different out of their relationships? could also be combined with any of the above tbh.

[keyleth-clay]

Do you have any headcanons about your favourite venture maidens ships or characters that you'll never let go of?

I always love getting VM asks from you, even when it's been long enough since I've watched Fate that I'm a bit fuzzy on the details 💜💜💜. (That means that if canon contradicts any of these headcanons, I genuinely don't remember, so therefore no it doesn't 💙.)

I'm sure I've made it clear by now that Sawyeh Noor is my most favouritest gorl, so I'll stick with her for the character headcanons, but I'll jump around a bit for the ship headcanons. (Now that I've finished typing this out, this got way longer than expected so I'll be putting the ship headcanons in their own post.)

Character Sawyeh headcanons:

I like to think that with Sawyeh's background growing up in the monastery, she developed a unique perspective on community that the other Maidens don't necessarily have - every member of the monastery would need to contribute to the upkeep and care of not just the building(s) and grounds, but the other people within it as well. This does come through a fair bit throughout the campaign, most notably post-Bastard's Breach and her consistent commitment to helping rebuild and train and help anyone in the Sisters of Sorrow that she can, but she's also just like that in her day to day life, to the point of occasionally being almost naggy towards the other Maidens to clean up after themselves or to keep their gear repaired and stuff like that.

I also think she would have learned how to cook while in the monastery (part of taking care of the people and not just the place is making sure everyone is fed), and I think she'd both be quite good at and genuinely love cooking, and find the process almost meditative.

Alistar Fritz Patrick occasionally joins her during her early morning yoga sessions - instead of cat yoga, it's pseudodragon yoga!

As a Way of the Four Elements monk, she obviously ends up having a connection to the elements, but I find it interesting which elements she ends up gravitating towards. She starts the campaign using fire the most, and then uses it and water (bc of her connection to Olhydra/Persana) fairly evenly throughout the campaign. She also uses air a decent amount, and that connection gets stronger once she gets her dragonfly wings...

...but she doesn't use earth all that much, if at all. Which I think is incredibly fitting for her, as a big part of her motivation in leaving the monastery was her desire to travel and experience new things - and if A:TLA taught us anything, that freedom and curiosity is essentially the opposite of earth as an element. I think she genuinely struggles with that kind of rooted-ness.

Building off of both of the above, I like connecting her to Ranna and Chidi once she starts studying from/training with the Carillons, and as such, she has someone who has influenced her life that is directly connected to one of the elements: her mother Maheen is water, her father Aram is fire, Ranna is air (bc air genasi), and Chidi is earth (bc of The Tree).

We already know that she's a big tea-drinker and avoids alcohol (I am considering late-campaign Sawyeh drinking an exception to the rule due to. y'know. the potential unravelling of the fabric of reality), but since I am also a big tea drinker, I have Thoughts. and by that I mean I am projecting my own taste in tea on Sawyeh.

She tends to favour black teas, but also really enjoys rooibos and herbal (especially anything with ginger or chamomile), and doesn't particularly like green teas. Properly brewed masala chai is her absolute favourite, and when she was growing up it was a treat for special occasions.

I know that Naseem is Iranian-American, and I know that Sawyeh Noor and Maheen and Aram are all Arabic names (or at least from neighbouring regions/languages), but in the very first stream that the Venture Maidens made on their channel, Naseem describes Sawyeh as Filipino, and that idea has stuck with me since then. However, I am Incredibly White and know next to nothing about Filipino culture - but I can definitely look up traditional & popular Filipino food, tie that back into my earlier headcanon about Sawyeh and cooking, and say that her favourite food is tinolang manok.

Also she can fucking DESTROY some minatamis na saging and lumpiang saging.

In the time-honoured tradition of the one ace/aroace friend in the group, she's somehow the person all the rest of the Maidens come to for relationship advice. Maybe she just seems wise beyond her years. Maybe she's able to keep a clearer, more rational viewpoint that isn't distracted by attraction. Maybe she's just the least likely to deliberately give them bad advice as a joke. Who knows.

(It's all three.)

As I said in the tags on one of your art posts that I reblogged, I love the idea of Sawyeh and Persana ending up as queerplatonic partners. I'm always a sucker for ships where one half is human or essentially human-like, and the other is just so inherently alien that their relationship fundamentally can't be put into the typical framework that we usually put relationships in.

Also that one scene from The Shape of Water. You know the one.

[mariana-oconnor]

The Three Gables pt 1

So, I've heard this one is... bad.

Let's see.

Oh, it's so bad it gets its own special warning... Great.

I wonder if any of this is even going to be quotable or if I'm just going to be vague posting 'oh... oh dear' a lot.

He was in a chatty mood that morning, however, and had just settled me into the well-worn low armchair on one side of the fire...

Like he picked you up and carried you to the chair?

Oh... dear...

Well that certainly went downhill quickly.

"...he was dressed in a very loud gray check suit with a flowing salmon-coloured tie."

I'm going to just... skip over the rest of the description and focus on the question of how a grey suit can be loud. Does it have some sort of really obnoxious pattern on it? Honestly, this outfit doesn't even sound bad. Grey goes with everything and salmon isn't a colour I'd pick myself, but it's not bad particularly if it's paired with something neutral.

The rest is just racist nonsense and stereotyping.

"I was trainin' at the Bull Ring in Birmingham when this boy done gone get into trouble.”

Hey, Bull Ring reference. Been there!

Steve appears to have been erroneously accused of a murder.

I'm very confused about what the purpose of his visit was, though. At first he seemed angry on his own behalf, then it seemed like he was acting on someone else's behalf and he wasn't angry at all...

“It is this Harrow Weald case. It decides me to look into the matter, for if it is worth anyone's while to take so much trouble, there must be something in it.”

And now I'm confused about what this case is about. So it's not about 'Young Perkins'?

Are we supposed to think Steve did kill Young Perkins and that his alibi is false? I don't even know.

So there's actually someone else who's asked for help? Mary Maberley? Who lives in Harrow Weald? And Steve was just threatening Holmes about that?

A short railway journey, and a shorter drive, brought us to the house, a brick and timber villa, standing in its own acre of undeveloped grassland. Three small projections above the upper windows made a feeble attempt to justify its name.

The Dr Watson school of Architecture does not approve of your poor attempt at gables.

“Dear me! Are you the mother of Douglas Maberley? [...] What a magnificent creature he was! Where is he now?” “Dead, Mr. Holmes, dead! He was attache at Rome, and he died there of pneumonia last month.”

I really wish they would stop referring to other people as 'creatures'. This isn't even part of the racism here. It still annoys me, though.

Are we here to investigate the death of her son?

"Well, it was not to talk of my poor lad that I asked you to come, Mr. Holmes.”

Apparently not. So far we have been informed of 2 deaths and neither of them appears to be actually related to the case in question. That's a lot of death.

"I have been in this house more than a year now, and as I wished to lead a retired life I have seen little of my neighbours."

Relatable.

"He said that this house would exactly suit a client of his, and that if I would part with it money would be no object."

If we have learnt anything in these stories, it's that as soon as a person is willing to pay too much money for something, they're up to no good.

I had always wanted to travel, and the bargain was so good a one that it really seemed that I should be my own mistress for the rest of my life.

Good for you, Mary. You enjoy your retirement.

"Are you aware that if you sign it you could not legally take anything out of the house—not even your own private possessions?’ When the man came again in the evening I pointed this out, and I said that I meant only to sell the furniture." [...] “‘Well, well, some concession might be made for your personal effects. But nothing shall go out of the house unchecked. My client is a very liberal man, but he has his fads and his own way of doing things. It is everything or nothing with him.’"

Yep, that's weird. He wants to go through your underwear? Very weird.

Clearly he wants something specific.

Then he strode across the room, flung open the door, and dragged in a great gaunt woman whom he had seized by the shoulder. She entered with ungainly struggle like some huge awkward chicken, torn, squawking, out of its coop.

The animal similes are back!

"Just a little wheezy, Susan, are you not? You breathe too heavily for that kind of work.”

Holmes really doesn't like eavesdroppers. Which seems a bit hypocritical, as he's done it himself before. Or maybe he's just particularly aggressive this week.

“Now, Susan, wheezy people may not live long, you know. It's a wicked thing to tell fibs. Whom did you tell?”

WTF, Holmes?

It's not just me, right? This is extreme, even for Holmes, right? He just threatened her life. And then gave what seems to be an implication that lying will send her to hell. I... Holmes? Have you been replaced by a doppelganger?

“So, a rich man? No; you smiled—a rich woman. Now we have got so far, you may as well give the name and earn the tenner.” “I'll see you in hell first.” “Oh, Susan! Language!” “I am clearing out of here. I've had enough of you all. I'll send for my box to-morrow.” She flounced for the door.

Honestly, I'm Team Susan here.

And then Holmes... gives her medical advice as she goes?

This entire story so far is madness.

"You don't happen to have a Raphael or a first folio Shakespeare without knowing it?”

Holmes. I'm going to need you to think back over that question really carefully, and see if you can find the flaw in your own logic. Go on. I can wait.

"No, as I read it, there is something which you do not know that you have, and which you would not give up if you did know.” “That is how I read it,” said I. “Dr. Watson agrees, so that settles it.”

Hey, Watson is still here. Thanks for reminding us, Watson. Of course, his opinion is the one that matters.

“‘Milano.’ ‘Lucerne.’ These are from Italy.” “They are poor Douglas's things.” “You have not unpacked them? How long have you had them?” “They arrived last week.”

So it is connected to Douglas. I'm so glad that was relevant. And he was involved with some woman. It's all coming together.

[igordumbra]

I find it kinda hard to write fanfiction about Fallen London to be honest, I know I shouldn't, we all know that if there's something this game doesn't lack, is text. So by all means, it should be fairly easy to write right?

My main problem is that I feel like my character doesn't live in Fallen London, y'know? Now, before I explain, keep in mind it's been a couple years since I started playing, I've never played a ES since i can't actually afford it and by all means this is not a critique to failbetter, just my personal experience that i want to share.

You see, what I meant by that is that, as much as I'm playing FL and reading the texts, I can't actually picture my character living there?

I have always had problems picturing stuff, some of it due to aphantasia but most of it simply because imagining things without a very detailed description is very hard for me, that's why I love Fallen London and books and fanfictions. Normally in fl this isn't a problem, since everything is in text and often quite detailed when in stories.

The problem, at least for me, is when I ain't in no storyline. And that's when what I said above come in, I can't actually picture my character living in the neath on his day to day because we don't see that in game aside from the first few storylines you play (Blind Pianist and Last Constable), where your character goes to the singing mandrake to drink and hear the pianist or to the blind helmsman in the end of the Last Constable.

We don't see these places being used in other stories, or if they are very little, and we don't have exact drescriptors on them. Take the singing mandrake as an example, what does it look like? what kinda drinks do they sell? Do they sell some kind of food? How big is it, does it have two floors or is it just horizontally big? Is it normal for people to play there? What kind of music?

Or maybe it was very described but it's been so long I forgot, no problem I'll check the wiki. Well, the wiki only has enough text from each storylet so that you can understand it's context, try hoping that someone has an echo of this and it actually has descriptions.

Now, it's unreasonable of a task for failbetter to do all this flavour stuff, instead of actual content, and I agree because the players can just imagine if they're actually curious, or maybe they live in London and thus can imagine how some place like this would look, and the city and the people.

Well, I can do neither, which makes even simple things complicated for example, my character lives in the brass embassy sanctum. I don't even know how that works, I've never seen an embassy and didn't even think they bedrooms, but at least it has a description, so it's nice (even if i have to switch homes to get the thing and then echo it)

But how they live there? Do they have neighbours, are they human or devils, what are their opinion on a human living in a sanctum? Where does he go for breakfast? And well, this is all probably expanded on ES, because it makes more sense to do it there which sucks for me.

And because i can't really imagine new things, just work with patterns and precise descriptions, I also like to write in a very grounded way, I will try to do my research before writing even the dumbest things, for example the bedroom. Or maybe i'll try to write something in the correspondence to get an effect, well in this case I'll ask the discord lore channel what do they think about it and if there's a better option, very lovable people there they always indulge in my silly questions.

And well, you can see how trying to "scientifically" write every single thing will only be exponentially more time consuming by the amount of things you want to add, and it makes me get into a state of "not writing because I know I won't have enough time" and just "Not writing because I can't craft something that would make sense to me in universe, due to the lack of information"

But I'll try my best, since I paid to re-read the blind pianist storyline again, to write about it. And hey, at least it isn't Mask of the Rose this time, that was a fucking nightmare.

Tl;Dr: Boy get's overwhelmed when trying to create things in his mind that aren't otherwise told explicitly in the flavour text because he values cringe stuff like logic and accuracy since he often relies on them due to the lack of creative power in the brain

[swarm-o-hogs]

Opinions on Israel-Palestine, and related issues

A great number of Tumblr users have opinions that annoy me on some level. I have decided to give my definitive opinion(s) on it, not that you asked. This is not a guide.

The Palestinians in the Gaza Strip are currently at risk of annihilation, i.e. genocide.

The government of Israel's actions of crushing the Gaza Strip are not justifiable in response to the October 7th massacre committed by Hamas.

The October 7th massacre was unjustified in any way.

Most Palestinians of the Gaza Strip are not Hamas fighters.

A population doesn't have to be 'innocent' to be potential victims of a genocide. Genocide can occur against one people, even if both sides are or were recently at war. The Rwandan genocide was a perfect example of this.

Now I have got the issue of Gaza out the way, here are my opinions on the less "acute" issues.

The state of Israel exists.

Calls to destroy Israel are genocidal.

The state of Israel exists in its current form because of the Holocaust and because the allied nations were antisemitic. The allied nations refused to let in Jewish immigrants or created such a hostile environment their Jewish populations left at the first opportunity.

Israel is an apartheid state, with a tiered system of laws for Jewish and Arab Israelis, as well as the geographic isolation of the Palestinians in the West Bank and Gaza. It seems to be a mix of old South Africa and Northern Ireland.

Ideas that are mischief, and should be completely abandoned

People are not a "question" and there is no "solution" to them.

Calls for ethnic homogeneity are a load of crap. Even "voluntary" population transfers such as between Greece and Turkey meant millions of lives being uprooted and ruined.

The "who is more indigenous" debate leads nowhere good.

The "decolonisation" of Israel is delusional. The population of Israel is larger than that of the Palestinian Territories and Israel's neighbours no longer hate them as they once did.

Inconvenient thoughts about a Peace

America holds most of the cards at the moment. Let us assume they suddenly do become the force for good in the world they say they are. I think they should withhold all their arms for Israel, or even simply threaten to do so if they don't institute a permanent ceasefire or negotiations. I have no idea what would come after that, maybe the UN can be helpful for a change.

Hamas, is the sole entity in Gaza with any bargaining power. As ugly as it is, any permanent peace will require an agreement between them and Israel. The Columbian state had to compromise with FARC militants to reach their peace, and the Troubles only ended when the British negotiated with the IRA. Both the FARC and IRA were terrorist organisations.

Israel's current government is currently unwilling to do any of the above. Ultimately, it is up to the people of Israel to remove the leaders that make war and vote in ones that will make peace.

Other Thoughts

The Jewish diaspora is facing a much higher level of antisemitic attacks, partly as a result of left antisemitism. This must be addressed comprehensively if the peace movement is to be successful.

Israel lobbies the United States as it is the normal behaviour of a self-interested state. Every country on the planet does this. It is not antisemitic to speak of the Israel lobby.

I don't really have a strong opinion on Zionism. If it means Palestinians are being thrown out of their homes, I am against it. Otherwise it inspires no feelings in me whatsoever, because Israel existing is just a fact.

Now I got that off my chest.

Now, in case you say donate, do something, etc, that is not what this account is for. I have other accounts dedicated to more serious stuff.

[sablegear0]

Sable vs the Carpenter Bees (Part 1?)

(Tentatively labeling as "part 1" because I expect I will post updates eventually)

So, yesterday I had my first encounter with carpenter bees. For those unfamiliar; they're the size of a bumblebee and look similar, but rather than living in underground nests, they tend to burrow into dead wood to lay their eggs. Note that this can and often does include any unfinished lumber or exposed wooden parts of a house. They're also very territorial. It's worth mentioning that only the males get territorial, and only in late summer, and that male carpenter bees cannot sting. However, they do make every attempt to get up in the business of any perceived intruder to chase them off, other bees included.

And also myself included, obviously.

It has been a long time since I've been chased by bees or wasps. Not since I was a child have I feared my stripèd flying neighbours. But yesterday was something different.

I think the main problem was I was mowing the lawn. See, our property is fairly small so I only have a reel mower, one of those old-fashioned push-mowers that isn't powered at all. It works great for me because I don't mind the workout and it's way quieter than its gas- or electric-powered peers. But it does tend to stir up the bugs, I think partly because it's so quiet. It just makes a metallic rasping noise as it spins, which is enough noise (and motion) to startle bugs but not enough to drive them away. The first carpenter bee buzzed me as I was finishing up with the mower and starting to put it away. I ducked inside my shed and that seemed to put me out of range.

The next came to harass me when I tried to harvest some of my garden veggies. I haven't posted any garden updates this year but things are looking relatively lush, and I'm pretty pleased with it. So I go to clip some peas down and who should reappear but a carpenter bee. Now, when I'm outside doing just about anything, I wear a newsie cap, sunglasses, and my big ol' headphones. This means that the only exposed skin on my head is my cheeks, nose, jaw, and neck.

And that bumbly bastard went straight for the side of my neck like a freaking vampire.

He tried to get in behind my headphones (or into the loop of my bun?) for some reason, and Monkey Brain did NOT like that one bit. I actually freaked out, dodged/ran away, swatted at the damn thing, and ran back inside. We did this twice, as I made a second attempt shortly after. There was also a fair deal of shouting and verbal threats issued. As if it could understand me. But it did make me feel better to state aloud that I wasn't above killing the bugger if need be. I did lay a solid smack on one with my hat, which grounded but did not kill it (as it flew off shortly after).

But of course, Looney Tunes style, this meant war.

Except I had no intention of killing the little bastards. See, while they were being bastards, they didn't know any better. They're just defending what they see as their territory from the big noisy animal that chops up the plants they like. I don't begrudge them, and I do still want them around as pollinators. But not being able to get to my own garden is unacceptable. So I got to thinking, what could I do to keep myself safe without killing them?

Some quick googling suggested that if I was able to find their nest holes (BIG if), dabbing some citrus or almond oil near the hole for a few days would persuade them to abandon the nest. They also apparently do not like noise (duh), so constant music or wind-chimes were suggested as a pest control measure. I honestly was a little surprised by the wind chimes thing but it gives a lot more context beyond aesthetics as to why people might have them. Who'd'a thunk.

So I have my information for longer-term solutions but nothing that would work today because I really wanted to get out there and harvest those peas. I ponder a trip to the nearby dollar store to pick wind chimes and perhaps a bug net, intending to catch and detain the little bastards while I work, then release them after I was done.

Then my Brother-In-Law comes downstairs and I chat with him about the situation and what I'm thinking of doing. And here's where things get interesting. He's in the Reserves, so he mentions he has some bug-netting in his kit. He goes and grabs a mosquito-net head cover for me to borrow. It's meant to fit over an army helmet so it fits nicely over my cap, and would probably go over my headphones too if I wanted. My head and neck suitably armoured, I head back outside.

By this point it's been maybe 20 mins since I was last outside. And the bees are nowhere to be found. Not even seen at a distance, just gone. Go figure. Realistically all I probably needed to do was leave and wait for them to calm down. Still, I like to think the netting helped, as behind the green mesh I was no longer skin-coloured (except for my arms but those were not a target) so I was less perceptible as a threat. Whatever the case, I was able to harvest my veggies in peace.

Later that day, the lads (my partner, BIL, and a couple friends) were hanging out on the patio and I half-expected to hear they had been harassed as well. But they were smoking, and I can only assume bees of any type don't particularly care for smoke, so they weren't bothered either.

Anyway, there's no moral to the story other than maybe I should wait a bit after mowing to do any other gardening, to let the bugs calm back down. I might go hunt down a nice set of wind chimes and the bug netting helmet is remaining by the back door. At least until I can find the carpenter bastards' nests in the... hoo boy, the huge amount of unfinished wood in my back yard, and stink them out with essential oils.

More updates (and garden updates) probably to follow.

[selenityshiroi]

FFVII REBIRTH COMPLETED

Well...that was a complicated ending. I understand why people are as torn over it as they were Remake's ending.

The multiple worlds thing is confusing af but I do actually think they have a fully realised plan for it. This isn't a 'keep tacking things on because we have to make multiple portable games' like KH deal. They've been able to plan the full scenario and whilst they keep leaving the endings confusing and complex to keep people talking about them till the next game I do hope that the finale of game 3 WILL wrap things up.

Things I liked:

BARRET. HOLY SHIT. HE HAD SO MANY GOOD SCENES. His VA is phenomenal, the banter and connection with all the characters was amazing, we got to see his back story (and even got a glimpse of Myrna :((()...They did him SO GOOD.

Yuffie. She was perfect. She came in like a wrecking ball and didn't let up. They didn't soften her laser focus on materia and it still got her into trouble (and I'm sure the great betrayal will happen in part three still) but you also got to see her bond with the crew and get invested in things and provide a different persepective.

NANAKI. I LOVE HIM. I love how they dealt with the reveal of him actually being a baby. I love that the crew often call him Nanaki after the reveal (I actually squealed the first time Cloud referred to him as Nanaki instead of Red). I really...really hate that Nanaki stiil gets referred to by the designation Hojo gave him. And the trial at the Temple of the Ancients reinforced that for me. So the crew calling him Nanaki is very important to me. But he had such great scenes with Cloud, the trial with Barret was great...I already loved Nanaki but the game was like VINDICATION.

Cait Sith. I still don't forgive them for the mispronunciation but Cait meows the Victory Fanfare sometimes so I am slightly healed. He was amazing. I got a little teary when 1.0 met his fate, even though I knew about 2.0 because I've played OG.

Aerith.

Tifa. OMG they gave Tifa a lot in this game. I was expecting her to take a bit of a back seat, since she will become super relevant next game and I was expecting it to be Aerith's time to shine. But instead we got Tifa caught up in the weapons plot.

Which leads me to Cloti. OMG.

The kiss has gone viral and it was so shocking that they went there this early. But also not because they've been building this more intimate and physically close bond between Cloud and Tifa throughout both games. The target is obviously the Highwind and eventually AC so it's nice to see the relationship building. And it also deepens the 'Cloud's mind' plot. Because we know Tifa draws out real Cloud. It's why she can help him in the lifestream, it's why he remembers stuff about their past even when everything else is messed up, it's why he is drawn to her because he's stil that young boy who was head over heels for his next door neighbour (underneath the trauma).

But it was actually everything about Gongaga that made me go wow. because, again, it's set up. For Cloud's breakdowns, for future conflict as we approach the Northern Crater, for Tifa being able to use the lifestream to help Cloud.

Cloud was also wonderful, still (when in the right frame of mind) opening up to everyone, building bonds, softening up. And the breakdowns were handled so well. I also liked how they adapted his recollection of Zack.

I love the world, I loved the exploration. Combat was AMAZING. At first I stuck to my favs but at one point I realised that I had SO MANY weapon passives to unlock so I spent some time playing the other characters and EVERY character is super fun to play.

The whispers didn't affect the story too much so we got to experience the plot mostly as expected with some fun twists and turns and a few exceptions to the fun bit.

I love the piano mini game. I love the baby chocobos. I love that you can pet Fluffy.

Now...there is one character I didn't mention above. And I'm sure some will think it's because shipping. But, no, it's because they fumbled her.

In what SHOULD have been her game, where she bonds with the crew and makes them (and us) DEVESTATED at her death, they barely gave her anything of substance. MULTIPLE TIMES when they would wrap up a storyline the entire cast of characters would have something to say and take place in post mission banter...except Aerith who would be doing idle animation in the background. She got two significant scenes. Cosmo Canyon and TotA. Cosmo Canyon was a monologue so we didn't even get to see her bond with the crew over it and TotA her most powerful scene was her trial, which none of the others witnessed. And then they dropped the ball on her death scene, too (and, yes, conspiracy theories shut up...she's dead) by making it a header note in a poorly paced ending sequence that includes a marathon boss frenzy.

I don't ship her with Cloud. At all. I can barely see any romance in even their most intimate scenes as it all seems very platonic to me (especially in the context of Tifa and Zack existing). But the ending scenes of Aerith and Cloud were super sweet and melancholic. The failure of a date, the good bye, his brain just not able to process her death just like he couldn't process Zack's...it was pretty touching. But you just DIDN'T GET CHANCE to realy feel it. Because PRESS BUTTONS...TAKE PART IN 12 BOSS BATTLES...HAVE NEW BATTLE MECHANICS WITH ZACK...GHOST AERITH IS HERE SO NOW YOU DON'T FEEL HER LOSS

SE fucked that up. Even if they pull off the whole complacated multiple worlds stuff that a lot of people don't have faith in...they will not get that moment back.

Finally, there is one gameplay thing I hated. And that is the combination of Queens Blood, Fort Condor and that stupid Robot Battle thing. Because that is three tactical/stratagy based mini games to deal with in a non tactical/stratagy RPG. And I hate them. Queens Blood less so than the other two, because at least replays are cheap and easy. But they are not my cup of tea AT ALL. And I'm so annoyed that the Cosmo Canyon Protorelic is locked behind the stupid robot game.

BTW I clocked in at about 95 hours. I've not done everything but I did a very high chunk.

Edit: yeah...one final thing. Cid and Vincent might as well not have been in the game. They were less relevant than Johnny to the story.

But I'll end on another positive: the Junon Parade. Not only did I greatly enjoy the actual parade but MIDGAR 7th INFANTRY.

Please get them as the crew for the Highwind. I also loved Cloud's mini arc of becoming a successful leader. A+++

Overall my score of the game is probably 9/10. Might drop down or go up depending on the final game. But I'm super satisfied with it.