#so i love checking out small deets

[gyernon]

SYMPHONIC INSANITY || INANIMATE INSANITY AU

(actual deets below the read more)

hi guys I have no idea how to format this shit, I'm not new to tumblr but I've never actually thrown out my ideas for AUs into the wild. i'm a violinist and i'm using my experience being in some form of orchestra for half my life to write this yippee. alot of this au also draws from my experience being in my current community orchestra :]

inanimate insanity, except they're all in an symphony orchestra!

i literally came up with this yesterday, so things will probably change as time goes on. check back on this post for edits. however, i'm mostly confident with the assignments i've given everyone. deets below the cutoff.

SOME THINGS TO NOTE:

I like ships. I will tag them accordingly but just be aware that Toipad and Knifecase will probably be talked about when I post about this au

Everyone is fully humanized (including Meeple devices and bot)! There are no fantastical elements to this au.

I am confident on the assignment of instruments, minus the brass section lol. I saw a lot of people that played brass instruments respond to my post so if you guys have better suggestions, feel free to give your input on that. However, I am unlikely to change the string instrument assignments. I'm not even religious, but god came down and told me that Lightbulb is a violist.

With that, anything is bound to change because this au is still pretty new.

The events of Symphonic Insanity are not a one-to-one match with the events of II! However, there are parts of the au that do line up with events or character roles/arcs in the show.

I'm not sure yet what I'll do with this au, I'll probably draw art here and there and maybe put some writing on AO3.

ALSO I AM NOT A BAND KID. If I get anything wrong, please let me know!!

Also if you have questions, feel free to ask me! I love yapping about this au. Plus, it'd help me continue to flesh things out.

All posts about this au will be under the hashtag #Symphonic Insanity

MePhone is a conductor familiar with the music scene. He becomes the director of a small orchestra, finding local musicians willing to join. This initial group consists of the season 1 contestants.

They have a concert which draws more attention to the orchestra, and the new group of people that join are the season 2 contestants. Along with that, MePad and Toilet join in as conductors.

After another performance, more people are drawn to the orchestra and this last group of newcomers are the season 3 contestants.

In the beginning, MePhone's orchestra is tiny and he's kinda just handling everything by himself. After their first concert and the addition of Toilet and MePad (along with some others), Mephone now has a team to help him run everything. The orchestra gains attention and popularity overtime, which gets the attention of Steve Cobs.

Steve Cobs is Mephone's estranged father, for good reason (I also imagine Mephone is adopted in this au?). Cobs originally was a solo violinist when he was younger. In the present, he is an influential figure in the music world. Maybe a professor at some school or the head of a music association? A distinguished composer? Who knows, but he's definitely highly regarded.

The growing popularity of Mephone's orchestra would put him on Cobs' radar, chaos ensues... but that's for later.

The story I want to go for with Symphonic Insanity is that of growth. I think quite a few characters would have arcs as musicians that would match/relate to their arcs in the show. I realize writing this that the nice thing about this au is that nobody is competing against each other. At least, they shouldn't be. Instead, they are all working towards the same goal--to put on a good show and improve as musicians.

Everything I laid out above is the general idea of the au. Everything will probably get fleshed out with art or writing as time goes on. With that being said, here are the assigned instruments/roles for everybody:

NON-MUSICIANS

Conductors:

Mephone

Mepad

Toilet

Staff:

Cabby (Logistics)

The Floor (Finances)

Bow (Social Media Management)

Dough (Sound Tech, handles getting recordings and helps out with misc tasks. Also Dough does play the piano, but he just doesn't perform with the orchestra.)

MUSICIANS

Strings

Violin:

Silver Spoon

OJ

Test Tube

Pepper

Salt

Viola:

Clover

Paper

Lightbulb

Bot

Cello:

Soap

Paintbrush

Baseball (can also play Bass)

Bass:

Pickle

Woodwinds

Piccolo:

Balloon

Flute:

Suitcase

Marshmellow

Apple

Clarinet:

Taco

Tea Kettle

Oboe:

Goo

Bassoon:

Nickel

Brass

Trumpet:

Trophy

Knife (for some reason, I am tempted to give Knife Bass Clarinet)

Tuba:

Tissues

Bomb

Trombone:

Cheesy

French Horn:

Blueberry

Percussion

I usually see percussionists being able to play multiple instruments so the ones outside of Piano and Harp aren't strict assignments.

Piano:

Fan

Microphone

Harp:

Candle

Marimba:

Cherries

Timpani:

Lifering

Misc/Plays multiple instruments:

Yin Yang

Aaaand that's everything you need to know about Symphonic Insanity! At least for now. Like I said, art and writing will come in the future if I don't lose steam lol. I do have some posts planned already but I think this is a good start. I hope y'all like it :D

[peppermintquartz]

WIP idea: stuntman Evan Buckley and movie actor Tommy Kinard AU

(idk how far to go with this, it's more a hint of an idea. popping it here first so i remember when i have time to work out the deets)

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"Alright, Buck, you're up," the stunt coordinator checks Buck over to make sure that he is properly padded where he will be taking the brunt of the hits.

Buck waits for the mattresses to be in place before he jogs over to get to his mark. He's not worried about the stunt at all - it's a simple one, and with his best friend and training partner Eddie behind the wheel, it'll be a piece of cake.

As Buck gets into place, he passes Tommy Kinard, the actor he is doubling for. Kinard nods at him, a small smile of acknowledgement and thanks, then returns his attention to the director.

Buck takes a deep breath. This spy thriller is going to be the death of him.

Not for the stunts - with Bobby Nash coordinating, Buck knows he's in good hands - but because every single moment he sees Kinard, he becomes more and more bothered by the latter's existence.

And the thing is, everyone else loves Kinard. And Kinard's the main on this new movie, which will hopefully start off a new spy franchise. The success of this means consistent work for the crew, which, in the current Hollywood climate, is a dream.

So Buck can't tell anyone about how he feels, not even his best friend Eddie. Especially not Eddie; Kinard and Eddie have hit it off from day two of stunt training, bonding over their shared love of muay thai and MMA. Sometimes, Eddie even prefers to hang out with Kinard over Buck. It's so aggravating.

Thomas fucking Kinard. Him with his chiseled good looks and thick hair and broad shoulders and million-dollar smile that has landed him deals with top brands like Maserati and Tag-Heuer and Louis Vuitton. Buck wants to... Well, he doesn't consider himself a violent person, despite his career choice, but he wants to do something to Kinard.

[chloe-caulfield94]

Max, Chloe and David drive to Away

On the road to Away, Chloe was sitting next to David in the passenger’s seat, with Max nominally in the backseat, but with her arms wrapped around Chloe and her head between the front seats. That way both David and Max got what they wanted. David had Chloe riding shotgun and Max had Chloe firmly in her embrace. It wasn’t a particularly safe sitting arrangement, but David took that into account and drove slowly, even though the desert road was completely empty.

“So, David, how does it feel to be an accomplice to two cartel operatives slash Hezbollah terrorists slash Chinese spies slash whatever else the fear-mongering media cooked up?” - Chloe inquired.

“You mean the Diaz brothers?”

“Yes, David, I mean the two fugitives that broke through a police cordon at the border and drove off in a hail of bullets! The ones everyone is talking about!” - Chloe pursued the topic.

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call myself an accomplice. Sean and Daniel stayed in Away for a few weeks. I gave Sean a little bit of advice. And then they were on their way.”

“I knew it!” Chloe energetically patted Max’s arms, which were entwined around her. “You owe me five bucks, Max!” Seeing David’s puzzled look, Chloe explained: “When we heard that the Diaz brothers had went through Arizona, so close to your place, I immediately knew you had bumped into them. We bet on that with Max”.

“You won Chloe. But how exactly am I supposed to cash you out? We pool all of our money together anyway”.

“How are you supposed to pay it out? By handing me an oversized check in front of cameras, of course!”

“If by ‘cameras’ you mean my polaroid and by ‘an oversized check’ you mean a page ripped out from a notebook, then sure, it can be arranged”.

“Fine, if you can’t conduct a proper award ceremony, then I guess you can exchange those five bucks into kisses. One kiss for one dollar”.

“Hey! My kisses are worth far more than a dollar a piece! Then again, you’re my favourite customer and I value your continued business, so I can offer you an even more favourable exchange rate – one kiss for 10 cents”.

“It’s a deal, Max!”

David smiled, listening to their playful banter. He was reminded of one particular moment from years ago, when he goofed around with Joyce while making pancakes. When he still thought he and Chloe could become a family. Before he fucked it all up. But in the end, they did become a family. He just wished Joyce could be there to see it. To see her daughter smile and laugh and be hopeful again.

“For the record, David, I didn’t bet against you meeting the Diazes because I thought you weren’t cool enough to hang out with alleged domestic terrorists. I just didn’t think the world was that small. Them being from Seattle and on top of that them meeting you? That seemed implausible” – Max explained.

“Max, your incredulity becomes even cuter with every strange mess we get ourselves into. So, David, what kind of advice did you give to Sean Diaz? How to manufacture IEDs?” – Chloe wanted to hear all the juicy deets.

David sighed. “I told him they should surrender. That seemed like the best advice I could give to a teenage boy chased by hundreds of cops who would love nothing more than to gun him down. But I’m glad he didn’t listen. I was being naïve. He would never get a fair trial. The media had already convicted him for being a cop killer”.

Chloe stopped goofing around and spoke in a more serious tone: “It’s okay, David. You meant well. At the end of the day, that’s all we can demand from ourselves. Sometimes we wish to do good, but the results are different than we expected. But as long as we want to help others, instead of hurting them, everything is fine”.

Both David and Max fell silent, because Chloe’s words spoke volumes to them. To Max, the part about meaning well but causing unforeseen consequences. And to David, the part about helping, instead of hurting others. After a brief moment, Chloe realized how her words might have been received. She cursed at herself in her thoughts. She wished she had bitten her tongue instead of speaking. “This is why you should leave philosophising to Max, you numbnuts. Because when you speak, you tend to make people sad”. She radically changed the topic to turn Max’s and David’s attention away from the past and towards the present, or better yet, the future.

“Listen, dad, before we get to Away, we need to stop at a store and buy some essentials. And nothing is more essential right now than sunscreen for Max. Arizonian sun doesn’t jive well with tender Irish skin. Not everyone can be of stout Germanic stock like the Prices or the Madsens. Some people are delicate Celtic flowers from the Emerald Isle".

The three of them smiled all the way to Away. Max at being called an Irish beauty. David at being called “dad”. And Chloe at the fact that with each day she was getting better at making others smile.

[felondese]

rook stash

mulling over my rooks. i've got a couple of ideas to fit the classes/factions I'm most interested in and some guesses for their romances. I'll figure out most of the appearance details when we can play with the cc.

shit is out of control, y'all. i'm making one of every flavor, fuck it. i know who i am and how often i restart games. bg3 and my twenty-some save files are a recent memory. also nvm i did some mockups in a picrew thingie and now I'm fucking attached omg. and then i made kissy ones too. and another face one. fuck, yet another.

just stashing their deets here to fiddle with as i work out more particulars

hazel "rook" (like chess) ingellvar (mourn watch)

elf, city (crypt baby found by undead)

mage, death caller, staff

29, she/they nb, tall and thin, gothy/witchy makeup, curly blonde bob hairstyle

"British" rook voice, high pitch

blue diplomatic hawke with occasional spikes of red (how embarrassing)

e.g., "You think you can come into my bar and make demands?" - Let's talk this out.

idle animation: standing completely straight, arms linked behind back, poised. after a while, gives in and runs fingers through their hair to corral any stray curls, rubs their lips together to assess if lipstick needs to be reapplied, but tries to be subtle about it. eventually gives in and conjures a small mirror to check their reflection. on selection from party screen: stands even straighter, chest out shoulders back, and does a small curtsy, nodding like 'of course'

trained as a necromancer from a young age, joining mourn watch much younger than most. was one of their own, after all, and belonged without having to work for or prove it

a bit vain, takes pride in their appearance, fan of jewelry/accessories in the nevarran fashion/or maybe just emmrich fashion idk

bookish but curious about the world outside the necropolis

diplomatic by training but has a temper and low tolerance for inaction/impatient with bureaucracy, otherwise generally upbeat/positive

great enjoyer of puzzles and games, a real chess nerd

talented calligrapher and hobby artist, mostly sketches tombs they find inspiring, portraits of the undead detailing their decomposition (thinks it's neat)

full of fun fungi facts and a bit of an expert on the poisonous ones

fascinated by darkspawn and wants to study the blight, likes to collect samples of defeated enemies for later analysis

romances bellara (bonds over shared love of reading books and doodling in notebooks), emmrich is their mentor (headcanon)

previous relationships: as a little kid had a crush on manfred; heartbroken that he could not return their feelings, they never pursued love again. still, loves romance novels

team nerdy mages (bellara & emmrich) / mage-mage-mage party / necrotic-necrotic-electricity damage

ghil'ean "rook" (like the bird) aldwir (veil jumper)

elf, dalish, ghilan'nain's vallaslin (of course)

rogue, veil ranger, bow

33, she/her, average height, muscular for an elf (big arms/shoulders mmmm)

"British" rook voice, medium pitch

blue hawke, so good, so compassionate and kind

e.g., "You think you can come into my bar and make demands?" - Let's talk this out.

idle animation: a fidgeter, checks her nails, plays with a piece of hair, scratches an itch on the bottom of her foot, adjusts her arm wraps, picks lint off her cape. on selection from party screen, beams with enthusiasm and dances in place a bit

the veiliest of veil folk: veilguard, veil ranger, veil jumper

elfy elf, former scout for her clan where she learned to use a bow.

feels responsible for dread wolf/escaped gods situation

backstory: saved teammates during an expedition in arlathan forest, at the expense of a valuable artifact. loves her people <3

wary of humans/city elves at first, but warms up. fond of dwarves and intrigued by qunari. reluctant to leave the veil jumpers, strong attachments to them and to the dalish

rook = social, arboreal bird

can and will sleep anywhere, strong believer in the power of naps

nature lover, avid tree climber, explorer of elven ruins

rescues and rehabilitates wild animals (mother is the clan's halla-keeper, father is a hunter and trained hounds, family adopted many baby foxes/squirrels/crows and kept them as pets more or less)

previous relationships: a few but casual, including irelin, but who hasn't banged her? at least she has that in common with bellara ;)

romances davrin (bonds over assan, helps him with training) but may end up having a friends-to-lovers thing with harding (shared sense of duty, adventurous spirits, love of scout-stuff and archery stuff). good friends with bellara from veil jumpers work

team dalish elves saving the world yet again (davrin & bellara) / rogue-warrior-mage party (balance!) / electricity-fire-electricity damage

or team girl power (neve & harding) / mage-warrior-rogue / cold-electricity-physical

thea "rook" (like rookie) thorne (grey warden)

elf, city, anderfels native, orphaned young (tragic backstory with darkspawn-murdered family)

warrior, champion, sword & shield

22-23 (born just after fifth blight), she/her, small but strong/thick, kinda butch

"American" rook voice, low pitch

idle animation: working her jaw and glaring suspiciously, hands in her pockets, shoulders hunched. when selected on party screen, scowls at you and gives a reluctant shrug (being cool, not wanting to seem too eager to please)

red dialogue responses, aggressive/harsh, very black and white thinker, but mostly concerning the blight, everything else is less important, and having to point that out all the time irritates her

e.g., "You think you can come into my bar and make demands?" - Beat down the entire room to get the information.

trained with local militia as a teenager, eager to run off and join the wardens, despite warnings that she was basically signing up for slow suicide, if a noble suicide, and she was so young.

my favorite trope: little elf with a big ass sword and a bigger attitude

backstory: disobeyed orders to seal a tunnel to the deep roads, saving a village from a large darkspawn incursion (lost her family that way and Not. Again.). stepped away while tempers cooled.

mouthy, prone to boasting and exaggeration, hard opinions about right and wrong, so very young and sure of everything

new to wardenship but committed to protecting people from the blight

hobbies: prefers to stay active, be outdoors, spending free time training or exercising, hiking, hunting

previous relationships: if by relationships you mean fuckbuddies, oh yea. thank the maker the grey wardens are resistant to illness including venereal diseases or the order would never have made it this long

romances neve (i'm sure they'll bond over something that isn't just neve's beautiful brown eyes), besties with davrin

team hard hitters (davrin & neve) / warrior-warrior-mage party / fire-fire-ice damage

ursula philomena "rook" (like 'to cheat') mercar (shadow dragons)

qunari, vashoth (foundling adopted into and raised by human military family)

rogue, saboteur, bow (and bombs!)

37, she/her, small for qunari, wiry and quick

"British" rook voice, medium pitch

idle animation: checking her weapons, turning side to side to keep an eye on her surroundings, looking over her shoulder. when selected on a party screen, does a little chin gesture like 'sup?

mercenary turned criminal turned vigilante, comfortable with shady/criminal activity

gambler and drinker, enjoys loud taverns and live music. likes card games and relies on her winnings to get by sometimes between jobs

reddish purple dialogue responses. sassy but also a touch aggressive if she needs to be

e.g., "You think you can come into my bar and make demands?" - I'll do more than demand.

risk taker, down to earth, practical

has complicated feelings about tevinter (patriotic upbringing, a lot of resentment, happy to burn it down to end slavery)

adoptive family tried to raise a tanky warrior but got a skinny rogue. is as disappointed with them as they are with her. estranged

has had a few serious relationships, a few less serious flings, but she's been busy the last couple of years and out of the dating scene

romances taash (bonds over shared heritage, love of cash and things that go boom), tight with varric and harding

team not elves or humans (taash & harding) (we're workshopping the name) / rogue-warrior-rogue party / physical-fire-physical damage

or for reasons we'll explore in game together, strangely fond of lucanis, so takes him along in the party (with taash). team idk i got no cute theme for this yet / rogue-warrior-rogue / physical-fire-necrotic (more balanced)

feels like i'm neglecting lucanis and avoiding balanced parties. hmm might need a fifth rook concept. lords of fortune dwarf? something to ponder

beren "rook" (like the bird) laidir (lords of fortune)

dwarf, surfacer

rogue, duelist, daggers

30s, ftm he/him perhaps? show off those sexy top surgery scars

"American" rook voice, medium pitch

purplest of purple dialogue responses, can't take anything seriously, fond of taking the violent options for funsies e.g., "You think you can come into my bar and make demands?" - Beat down the entire bar to get information.

cool beard, eyeliner and facial piercings, tattoo'd face

idle animation: bounces in place and dances a little if left long enough, and also tends to hop every few steps out of boredom while walking (this is def for rp reasons and not because i use the space bar like a stimtoy while playing). does a little cheer when selected from a party screen

ran away from home as a teen and joined up with a ship's crew instead of continuing with the carta/family business

learned duelist specialization from isabela (headcanon)

can't make him wear a shirt

oh so many scars (including top surgery, which he shows off proudly). fights with daggers and is an accident waiting to happen, but scars add character and the ladies/lads love 'em!

collector of antiquities and shiny things, scavenger (rook = corvid, considered a pest or bad omen), but also random junk with no value. as eager to dumpster dive as to go treasure hunting in ruins

Trouble (note the capital T for emphasis). notoriously bad luck, always getting into wild and unlikely situations - blood-linked to the dread wolf is par for the course, really

mischievous, too curious for his own good (or others'), a snooper, a thief (in more of a 'oo shiny, i wants it' way with an afterthought of ''oo bet i can sell that too'), cursed to put his little grubby hands on everything

sees locks as a personal challenge, a taunt he cannot ignore, an affront to his nosiness, and it is his duty to unlock them. it's just askin' for it, really. he'll find a way in, one way or another, and is very smol and fits in many unlikely places. this dwarf can *climb*

has a genuinely good and caring heart, no real ill will towards anyone, even his enemies. hard to get on his bad side which is infuriating for some people, and he knows it. kill em with kindness and annoy them by being nice and helpful.

generous to a fault and yet somehow avoids being conned/taken advantage of, mostly by confusing would-be swindlers or annoying them into figuring it's not worth it

a "yes and" kind of guy, happy to go along with others' plans for interests' sake, does things purely to see what happens and because he's never done it before

will eat absolutely anything, good or bad, safe or suspiciously moldy. has a stomach of iron and food is fuel. anything with sugar is in danger, though, because he will gobble that shit up first

coffee? yes please. booze? yes! smoke? of course! illicit substances familiar or unfamiliar? why not!

absolutely zero instinct for self-preservation. danger? not a concern if there's adventure or loot on the line. not one to stay home picking lint off the sofa if there is (dangerous) fun to be had

personal hygiene is er, lacking. he is that peanuts' kid pigpen, just a cloud of dust around him at all times, a trail of debris in his wake. what's that in his hair? could be anything, really. fingernails? perpetually grubby. prefers to do his bathing in the sea

previous relationships: he's a treasure-hunting pirate and thus culturally a ho. for a dwarf, quite the ladies' and gents' man, charming in his strange way, hypnotizing his victims lovers with his adorable oddball 'rizz'. some say he's the blowjob king of llomerryn, mostly himself but other people too, for sure, have said that, or anyway you can't prove they didn't :P

romances davrin (for reasons including not limited to because his va is a sucky transphobe)? really who doesn't deserve a smol ginger dwarf pirate boyfriend? they'd all be so lucky

pre-veilguard team dwarf (varric & harding), buds with them

veilguard team spooky guys (emmrich & lucanis) / rogue-rogue-mage / necrotic-necrotic-necrotic, baby. specialists!

veilguard team ?? (davrin & neve) / fire-necrotic-ice

griselda "rook" (like a crow, of course) de riva (antivan crows)

city elf, mage, spellblade

zevran-coded appearance (long golden blonde hair, tanned complexion, tattoos?), delicate features, full lips, high cheekbones. big, catlike eyes

small stature, lithe and thin

American rook voice, higher pitch

she/her, early-to-mid twenties (just a baby), but an experienced killer

trained abroad in the in the [rivain? free marcher city?] crow enclave/franchise location, hence only knows lucanis by reputation. also why she has an American accent

only recently came to antiva when she earned her place as a full member of the crows. arrived in treviso just as the antaam did

idle animation: picking her nails with a dagger, swaying a bit in place, playing with a little wisp of magic and flipping it over her knuckles like a coin, fluttering her eyelashes at the camera and biting her lip/practicing her sexy pout. on party selection: a sly smirk and nod, unsheathing her dagger and letting magic crackle in her hand for effect (show-off)

dialogue responses vary depending on who she's talking to. can be very sweet/diplomatic even if it's hollow, more aggressive with anyone she doesn't like and isn't trying to fool

e.g., "You think you can come into my bar and make demands?" - I'll do more than demand.

demeanor is charming and playful, flirtatious. can appear innocent and childlike, surprisingly nonthreatening, to lure in her victims. all completely bullshit hiding cold brutality

romances lucanis (crow shit)

team ??? (lucanis & davrin) / mage-rogue-warrior / electricity-necrotic-fire

tobias "rook" (like a castle) ingellvar (mourn watch)

city elf, warrior, reaper

small and wiry but stronger than he looks

british rook voice, medium pitch

he/him, late twenties

idle animation: shifting from foot to foot, looking uncomfortable

red/harsh dialogue responses mostly, some blue/diplomatic, never purple (he does not joke)

e.g., "You think you can come into my bar and make demands?" - I'll do more than demad.

the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one, goth ed.

trained as a guardian of the necropolis, raised by mourn watch after being found in crypt as baby

does not startle easily, cannot sneak up on him

very dry sense of humor, revealed sparingly

rather cynical, pessimistic, distrustful of the living

romances emmrich (mourn watch love story)

team spooky (emmrich & lucanis) / warrior-mage-rogue / necrotic-necrotic-necrotic

bonus rook (lords of fortune qunari slayer)

i dont know who he is yet exactly, but he's a looker

theoretical team-ups:

bellara & emmrich + hazel (team nerdy mages) neve & harding + ghil'ean (team starter pack) bellara & davrin + ghil'ean (team dalish elves saving the world) neve & davrin + thea (team hard hitters) taash & davrin + thea (team gymbros) taash & harding + ursula (team lineage minorities) emmrich & davrin + beren (team spooky shield) taash & davrin + beren (team burning blade) taash & lucanis + griselda (team burning crows) lucanis & emmrich + griselda (team spooky crows) lucanis & emmrich + tobias (team spooky)

bellara || emmrich ||| davrin ||||| harding || neve || taash |||| lucanis ||

okay look i just want to bring davrin everywhere >.>

[do-it-jakey-baby]

An Unlikely Encounter

Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: language, physical violence, mentions of agoraphobia (I think that’s it, sorry if there’s more!)

18+, MINORS DNI

TAGLIST: @torniturntomyarrow

Sorry, no smut in this one! But I promise there’s more juicy content around the corner. 😉

Chapter 3

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You froze solid as her words sunk in.

You’re trending.

Everyone thinks you’re Jake Kiszka’s new girlfriend.

Your world seemed to spin at a nauseating pace. You could hear your best friend still speaking to you on the other end of the phone but her words fizzled into the abyss. Your fingers frantically darted across the screen of your phone as you searched across social media, finding your face plastered across every site, every Greta Van Fleet hashtag. You were there in every nook, cranny and corner of the fandom. People were asking the same questions. Who is she? Does anyone know her? Where did she come from? Is she British? Is she Jake Kiszka’s girlfriend? Is she nice?

“Y/N!! Hello?!” You hear blaring from your outstretched palm.

“Katrina, what the fuck is happening?!” You babbled, barely fighting back the sob that was threatening to bubble up from your chest. All of the commotion had Jake running back into the room, his eyes wide and hands flailing.

“Y/N, what is it? Are you ok?”

You put your phone on speaker. “Kat, please, you tell him. I can’t think straight right now.”

“Uhh… ok, I’m guessing that’s Jake with you? Hi, Jake. I’m Katrina, Y/N’s best friend.”

“Hi, Katrina. Yeah, it’s Jake. What the fuck is going on?”

“You might want to see for yourself, my guess is if you check any of your social media accounts it’ll be there ready and waiting.”

Jake scoured the floor to find his jeans and retrieved his phone from the pocket. Unlocking the screen, he clicked into an app and sighed. He knew this all too well, anyone who got even remotely close to one of the band members was dissected by their fanbase almost instantaneously.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I should have known better before asking you to get in the picture with us earlier.”

You were still in a state of shock, going from a nobody to a somebody within the space of 24 hours was eating away at you. You’d never experienced anything like this before, you always faded into the crowd. You rarely received attention and you kinda liked it that way.

“What happens now?” You speak up, your voice meek and raspy.

“I’ll call the guys, but it’s not a big deal. Shit like this blows over, it’s not a controversy. Danny has a lot of female friends, he’s well versed in this.”

“Ok, in your world it might not be a big deal, but it is in mine. I am a nobody from a small town in South England, Jake. Now my face is all over the internet!” You throw yourself down onto the bed in frustration, hiding your face in the peaks of the duvet.

“If it helps, babe, most people are just commenting on how pretty you are.” Kat chimes in. You’d almost forgot she was still on the phone.

“I’ll leave you to it, but I want you to call me ASAP and fill me in. I want to know how the hell you managed to meet our favourite band. Sorry, Jake, but a girl needs the deets.”

“I understand. Well, hey, I’m sure we could arrange something so that you get to meet your favourite band too.” Jake chuckled.

“I’ll take that as payment for holding my best friend captive for the last 24 hours, Kiszka. Y/N, I’ll call tomorrow. Love you, bye.”

Jake sat beside you and placed a gentle hand on your back. You let out an exaggerated groan and lifted your face up to look at him.

“Make all of your accounts private, if they aren’t already. It’ll blow over, angel.”

He placed a soft kiss to your forehead and handed you the damp washcloth.

“Thank you, but I actually just think I’ll jump in the shower, if that’s ok?”

“Of course, angel. I’ll go warm it up for you.” He squeezed your thigh and moved to the bathroom. You heard him flip the water on, the sound of it splashing down onto the shower tray instantly soothing you. It was just what you needed, you longed to feel the steam on your face and wash away the stress you’d ensued over the complete bomb your best friend had dropped onto your life. Yeah, maybe you were overreacting, but the thought of your face being burnt into every fan’s memory was filling you with dread. You began to sweat again, pulling yourself back into a panic, but just as you started slipping Jake was there again. The comfort of his presence lulled you back into a feeling of security. He grounded you, and that was a difficult thing for anyone to do, let alone a man you’d known for a mere 48 hours. He took your hand and guided you off the bed, pressing it against the small of your back and drawing you in. His other hand manoeuvred to cup your jaw and he captured you in a kiss that was sweeter than honey. You were falling under his spell so quickly, you hadn’t even realised the extent yet.

“Mind if I join you?”

“I was hoping you’d ask.” You breathed, grasping at his hair as you pulled him back in for another kiss.

~

You and Jake spent the entire week together. You’d made passing comments about how you were intruding on his time with his band and should probably get going, but he was having none of it and always insisted you stayed. You couldn’t help the incessant intrusive thoughts from bouncing off every corner of your brain.

Why would he want to spend time with me?

Surely I’m just something to pass the time?

He’s going to get bored of me soon and move onto the next girl…

But each time, he silently proved you wrong. You’d never experienced intimacy like this. He was so attentive to your every need, always making sure you were comfortable, thinking about even the smallest of details. He had learnt so much about you and continuously surprised you with how much he absorbed. He knew your favourite bubble tea place that was tucked away secretly behind the bustling streets, and that your go-to was the honeydew melon milk tea (soy milk, you were lactose intolerant), light ice, semi-sweetness, with lychee popping bubbles. He knew you struggled in public and had previously battled with agoraphobia. He knew all the right places to touch you and could turn you into a whining, shaking mess at the snap of his fingers. He was unlike any other man you’d met before and any other man you’d ever meet again. The feelings that you felt after your week together were terrifying, because you knew he could disappear at the drop of a hat and all of the walls you’d meticulously built up over time would come crashing down around you, crushing you under the rubble and burying you alive. The unknown left you feeling nauseous with crippling anxiety. You liked control, craved it. If you were in control, the only person who could hurt you, was you. But here you were, your fragile heart entirely in the hands of another being.

On his last evening in London before they left for Dublin, Kat invited them over to her flat for dinner. You had joined her early to help her prep, your hands shaking as you chopped the tomatoes.

“Y/N, dude. Will you chill, please? I don’t fancy a trip to A&E tonight because you’ve severed your finger.” She rolls her eyes and places her hand on top of yours, signalling for you to put the knife down.

“But I want to help! You can’t do everything Katrina, even if you’d prefer that I wasn’t in your way.” You giggle at her, picking the tea towel up off the side to wipe your hands.

“Yeah you’re right, get the fuck out of my kitchen before you burn the place down.” She winks. You ball the tea towel up in your hands and throw it at her, it landing on her head, draping over her face.

“You have 3 seconds to get out of my sight before I kick your ass.”

“Ok, ok. I’ll go and get ready. Call me if you need me.”

“I won’t!”

You walk away, chuckling to yourself. You loved your friendship with Kat. She was more like your sister than your best friend, the only person who was a constant in your life, and she held a special place in your heart. There wasn’t much room in there for anyone else, you’d closed yourself off from the world long ago. Too many disappointments, people came and went and you weren’t interested in temporary. You sat down at your vanity and stared at the reflection in the mirror. Did tonight have to come around so soon?

You’d just finished off your hair when you heard the doorbell chime. Standing up, you smoothed the front of your satin skirt and took a deep breath. As you opened the door you were greeted by 4 beaming faces.

“Y/N, you look positively radiant, my dear!” Josh’s voice rang out as he pushed to the front and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hi Josh.” You smiled into his curls.

One by one the boys greeted you with friendly embraces and entered the flat, until it was just you and Jake stood there.

“Hi, Angel.” He grinned, bending to press a kiss to your cheek. You turned your face and your hand found your way up into his hair as your lips crashed against his. Jake, seemingly taken aback by your forwardness, relaxed and melted into your kiss. His hands snaked around your waist and he pulled you closer into him.

“Miss me?” He teased, lips still pressed against yours. You pulled back, raising an eyebrow, before turning to make your way in. You hear him chuckle to himself softly.

“Thank you all so much for coming.” You address the room.

“It is our pleasure, thank you lovely ladies for hosting.” Sam replies. He’s over by the oven next to Kat, watching her intently as she stirs the sauce on the hob. Kat is probably one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen, her features are sharp and pixie-like, with big green eyes like pools of molten emerald. Her long, auburn hair is naturally curly and is styled in a half up-do. It’s not hard to see why Sam is hovering.

“So, Kat, how long have you been a fan?” Sam questions, leaning on the counter next to her.

“Who says I’m a fan?” She responds with a wink.

“I did!” Jake yells from the sofa.

“I never said who I was a fan of.” You think you can just about see Sam’s heart pounding in his chest, like something out of the Looney Tunes. The thought makes you snort on your drink, but you quickly re-direct the attention away.

“Who’s hungry? Kat’s made her family’s famous spaghetti.”

“And no, you may not have the recipe.” Kat smirks.

Everyone tucks in and you hear a symphony of slurps and mmms.

“Kat, where did you learn to cook like this? It’s amazing!” Danny asks.

“My Nonna is Italian, so she’s very strict about how my family cook. This recipe has been passed down through generations.”

“Jake is somewhat of a chef himself.” Josh offers, receiving a swift elbow to the ribs by Jake.

“I’m not that good!”

When everyone has finished eating and complimenting Kat on her culinary skills, Sam jumps up from the table to retrieve the dirty plates and carries them to the sink.

“Oh yeah, who are you trying to impress, Sam?” You probe.

His head snaps to look at you and his cheeks flush. “Uhh no, no one. Just being a helpful guest.” He grins sheepishly. Kat walks over to him, placing a hand on his arm. “It’s appreciated Samuel, thank you.” She places a quick kiss to his cheek and opens the dishwasher for him.

“Oooo Sam’s got a girlfriend!”You tease.

The evening seems to pass in a flash, everyone seeming to love Kat just as much as they love you. As they prepare to leave, Jake stands and clears his throat. You look at him in anticipation.

“So, as you know we’re continuing our tour in Dublin tomorrow, then we have another two UK venues before we head further South.” He pauses, glancing at the boys. “We’ve all been talking, and if you want to we’d love you to come to our last stop in Europe.” You stand, wide-eyed, wondering if you’ve heard him correctly.

“Your last show is in Portugal.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, everything would be taken care of. Your flights, hotel, tickets and VIP passes.”

“Jake, that’s too much.”

“Y/N, we’ve made two fantastic friends this week. We want you to be there.” Josh smiles, placing his hand over yours that you didn’t event realise was nervously clawing into your knee. Kat looks over at you and nods. She runs her own business so is free to to clear her schedule, and you’re currently in between jobs and in the meantime have been helping her out with admin and other ‘tedious shit’ she has no care for.

“Ok.” You breathe. The lads whoop and cheer around you, pulling you both into a group hug. Danny pulls out his phone and gathers you round, flipping his camera to the front and yelling “Say cheese!”. Jake loops his arms around your waist as you all huddle together to get into the frame. Just as Danny presses the button to take the photo, Sam plants a kiss onto Kat’s cheek.

“Mind if I post this to my story?” Danny asks.

“Yeah, fuck it. My face is everywhere now anyway.” You laugh. Kat nods her approval and the photo is uploaded. You all say your goodbyes and Jake lingers by the door, his face sombre.

“Hey, you’ll see me in two weeks.” You place a hand on his cheek.

“Two weeks too long.” He huffs, lacing his fingers between yours. You stand there for a few moments, soaking up the last moments with him for a while. He caresses your cheek and captures you in a tender kiss. The world seems to slow to a stop and it’s just you and Jake in that moment, nothing else matters but him. Jake Jake Jake.

He pulls away, eyes filled with sorrow. “Goodbye, angel. Take care of yourself. I’ll message you every day.”

“Bye, Jake.” The door shuts and then he’s gone. You sink down to the floor, warm tears rolling down your cheeks and onto your hands.

Why are you crying? Sort yourself out, woman!

Kat’s footsteps echo down the hall and she finds a space on the floor next to you, wrapping her arms around you.

“Hey, you just think about us tearing it up in Portugal. None of that, please.” She gestures to your tear streaked face and hands. “I’m going to the shop to pick up some tequila, god knows you need it tonight. We’ll stick on a shitty movie and talk about all the carnage we’ll create, they’ll never invite us anywhere again after this.” She laughs and you join in, always finding her playfulness infectious.

“I’ll be back before you can say ‘I miss my rockstar boyfriend’”.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” You smack her arm, then allow her to pull you off the floor. You plod into the bathroom and remove your makeup, then slip into some cosy pyjamas and settle down onto the sofa. A few moments pass and you hear a knock at the door. Chuckling to yourself, you assume Kat has forgotten her keys for the millionth time, so begin making your way to the front door.

“When will you learn to-”

Your blood runs cold at the sight before you.

“Connor, what the fuck are you doing here?” Your ex-boyfriend stands there, disheveled and reeking of cheap vodka and cigarettes.

“What the fuck are you doing? Not just giving it out to any randomer like the filthy slut you are. You’re fucking Jake Kiszka?!”

“It’s none of your fucking business who I’m fucking!”You huff.

The fury bubbling from within him is evident, he’s shaking in blind rage with his fists balled at his sides, knuckles white.

“How long have you been fucking him? You’ve always oozed groupie mentality, you disgusting whore. I’m sure he’s just using you for an easy lay.” He spits.

“Get the fuck out of here you freak! What you’re stalking me now?! You don’t own me, Connor!”

He charges into the door, knocking you down in the process. As he lunges forwards, two men walking past spot the commotion and run to pull him off you. They throw him onto the pavement outside and he shuffles to his feet before fleeing the scene.

“Are you ok, love?”

You can’t even respond, your whole body wracking with sobs as they roll from deep within your chest.

“Y/N, what the fuck?! What’s happened?!” Kat screeches from across the road, her arms littered with shopping bags.

You zone out as the two men explain what they witnessed. How had your evening taken this much of a turn? In your trance you’re being lifted and placed into your bed. Kat thanks the men and sees them out, then crawls into bed behind you and holds you, stroking your hair gently until you cry yourself to sleep.

[miltheperson]

Could there be a movie star reader x Wally who is trying to get out of the press view and just lay low in the neighbourhood?

Why, of course! Sounds like quite the trouble to be movie stars, though! Haha!

Wally Darling x GN!Puppet!Reader.

Paparazzi Panic!

You and Wally were the movie stars of Welcome Home! People far and wide absolutely adored and loved the both of you! They’d shower you two with all the attention and admiration! Such lovely praise!

But, of course, that attention would sometimes get a liiiittle too much…

“Mister Darling! Over here!” They waved at you two, trying very hard to capture a good photo. “(Last Name)! Over here, over here!” The press joined along, dying to get juicy deets about the both of you!

Wally was starting to get irritated, seeing as the press and paparazzi weren’t giving the two of you much space.

Where was security when you needed it?? Wally would definitely complain to the manager about that later on.

You were getting a little overwhelmed yourself and Wally was getting nervous that you might have an anxiety attack, trying his best to take you away.

“We have things to do. Now move.” Wally had grasped your hand, trying to get you both out of the sea of notepads and cameras.

“Mister Wally! Mister Wally! What can you say about you and (Name)’s relationship??”

Wally gave them a glare “No comment.”

“(Name)! Would you and Wally be joining any more films soon??”

Wally pushed the mic away from your face “They don’t want to answer any questions.” He said sternly.

Finally, by some miracle, Wally was able to pull the both of you away from the crowd. In that moment, Wally took off running. He held your hand as he did, making sure not to leave you behind.

“Mister Darling! (Last Name)!” The press and paparazzi went right after you two.

“Don’t worry, neighbor. I’ll get us somewhere safe.” Wally narrowed his eyes, moving through the sidewalk and taking sharp turns. The two of you reached the familiar neighborhood where you and your friends would reside.

The paparazzi and the press didn’t seem to be anywhere close by…

Wally quickly took you by one of the houses, checking around for a moment before allowing the two of you to sit down. “Are you okay…? That was a bad one…” He asked you in concern, holding your hands. “I’m… Fine…” You nodded, calming down your beating heart.

“They sure didn’t hesitate this time, huh…” Wally shook his head “Some people just don’t know any manners.”

“That’s true… They were crazy this time…” You giggled softly, nodding your head in agreement.

Wally smiled at you, the irritation on his face slowly lifting into a happy look. “I’m glad you’re okay, neighbor. I was worried it would be too much for you.” He pat your hand gently. “At least, we can just lay low over here for a bit… I don’t think they saw us…” Wally murmured, giving the area a quick look-around once more.

“Thank you, Wally.” You say to him, moving to face the other puppet. “I forgot just how much crazy they can be.” You say with a small laugh.

“It’s alright, neighbor. I’m here to protect you.” Wally tilted his head at you, his classic droopy eyes and smile plastered on his face. “As long as I’m around, no one will get you.”

You can’t help but feel your heart melt a little, he was being so cute!

“Thank you, again.” You smiled brightly at him, feeling all your worries melt away.

Wally moved forward and bumped his mouth against your cheek quite clumsily.

He was still getting the hang of kisses! He’s getting there!

“Never a problem, neighbor…” Wally said with an affectionate hum, nuzzling against your cheek with his classic little smile.

What a sweet silly pair!

[rosy-thorneded]

Alright Peter Lies and Aunt May’s Date both have me intrigued, gimme the deets.

I had completely and utterly forgotten what was in Peter Lies and was very nervous opening that document to check it for you. But in that one, Shocker, Electro, and another undecided on villain manage to catch Spider-Man and unmask him. They take him to Tombstone to collect a reward on capturing Spider-Man... And Peter, wanting to not die, lies his little tookie off. I should finish it and post it. It's got 1200 words and is arguably close to being finished.

Snippets offered below

Then the hood was, oh, so slowly lifted off his head. Peter blinked rapidly in the light, a bit surprised it wasn't a creepy, dimly lit room. It was a very normal, if not extremely imposing and wealthy, office with an excellent view of the city behind the desk. A very tall albino man in a dark, crisp suit stood right in front of him. Peter stared up at him, breathing hard. The man looked like a killer. The stone cold look in his eye had Peter very sure he was going to die if he didn't come up with something quick. The man stared at him for entirely too long before he spoke. "This is a teenager." "Yeah, boss, can you believe that Spider-Man has been a kid this whole time?" Peter glanced at Electro as an idea struck him. The man was grinning proudly. He looked back at the albino man and gave a tiny shake of his head as he tried to say something through the gag. "Take that off, Schultz. I want to hear him." The gag was cut rather than untied. Peter spit it out. "Please, sir, I-I don't know what's going on. I-I'm not Spider-Man, I swear. I was just walking home from school when these guys-" Shocker punched him, his fist colliding with his ear. Peter felt it coming, but let it land and topple him over with a cry of pain. "Quit lyin', Bug!!" Peter shrunk, curling in on himself the best he could with the ropes. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" "Shultz." The Boss frowned hard at Shocker. Peter tucked his head, hiding his face against the carpet as he struggled to not smirk. "Tombstone," Shocker said calmly, sounding anything but calm. "I swear on my life that that brat is the Wall Crawler. Tell him, Bug, if you know what's good for you." Peter sucked in a breath as Shocker aimed his gauntlet at him. "...I-I'm Spider-Man…" "No! You damn insect!!" Shocker's panic was obvious in his fury.

I LOVE Aunt May's Date. It's a crossover where Aunt May and Alfred are pen pals of sorts. Alfred and May go out for dinner, and Peter is a nosey sluth and follows her. Only to run into a few other nosey sluths on the exact same mission but from the other end. I've only got 900 words on this one, and I also should finish this one because it would make a fun oneshot.

May smiled at him, hand still running through his hair. "To answer your questions: yes, he's picking me up. I don't know how long we'll be, but we're just going to Rose's Restaurant for some wine and cheese. I don't know how old he is, and he's currently living in Gotham. But Peter dear, it's not going to be the romantic outing you're thinking it will be. We're just good friends looking to meet up. But if you don't like him or he's giving you -what do you call it?- bad vibes, I trust you and that'll be that, okay?" "I don't like him and he's giving me bad vibes," he said immediately, earning himself a smack over the head. "I'll trust you after you've given him a chance. He's my friend, Peter."  The doorbell rang its two piercing notes, interrupting Peter.  He twisted around to look at the door as Aunt May exclaimed under her breath, "good gracious is it that time already?" Then said to Peter, "get the door, behave, and I'll be right back. I need to fetch my purse from upstairs." Peter did as he was told with a small frown. He opened the door for an elderly man with a perfect posture and a polite smile. Peter's eyes swept over him, then went to the parked, glossy, black vehicle, and finally returned to the man's gaze. Peter didn't like him. His clothes were too nice, his car too sleek, and his mustache too groomed. "Is this the Parker residence?" He asked in a perfectly perfect British accent. Peter's eyes narrowed at it. "Yeah, I'm Peter. You're Aunt May's date?" "Peter! Mind your manners, I thought I told you to behave yourself," May scolded as she came up behind him, making him shrink down just a touch. "Alfred, it is good to see you again." "The pleasure is mine, Madam," he responded with a genuine smile, pulling her hand up to place a kiss on her knuckles.  May blushed. Peter bristled.  "And it's a pleasure making your acquaintance, Mr. Parker. May has spoken highly of you." Alfred offered his hand. Before Peter could even inhale to ask Alfred if he planned on kissing his hand too, May's eyes sharpened dangerously, warning him against any wise cracks.  Peter shook his hand with a short smile. "Thank you, it's nice to meet you too."

[ilikereadingactually]

The Imposition of Unnecessary Obstacles

The Imposition of Unnecessary Obstacles by Malka Older

i adored The Mimicking of Known Successes and was so excited to get to read the galley of this follow up!! and Older did not disappoint, this adventure has all the charms of the first book and then some.

what i loved best was the deepening and connecting of all the plotlines. the first book reads like a fairly light mystery and very lovely relationship arc, with just enough worldbuilding to give almost literal structural support (if you haven't read these books yet, the characters live on a series of rails and platforms above the gas giant Jupiter). this book could have coasted on just being a second case for these two compelling characters as they further their relationship, but it doesn't!

we get Mossa and Pleiti's nice relationship stuff, yes, with all the doubts and sweetness of that, but also we get more complex politics! we get Mossa background! we get more about the abandonment of Earth, and this new society's different ways of dealing with the loss and the longing for it! we get all of these things connected, in a more fully realized social structure than i was expecting, and i was thrilled by it. i would read a hundred more books about their weird social strata and Pleiti continuing to come to terms with the inequities of the system she's working in and Mossa's enthusiasm for her home and the two of them learning how to be together in more and more equal and solid ways.

also, this is a small thing, but the language of this book was interesting! there were a number of peppered-in loan words from other languages, most of which i was familiar with but some i wasn't, giving a fascinating sense of the evolution of language in a place where the national and cultural borders of Earth have been shaken up or gotten rid of or redrawn. (gotta say, i laughed out loud when Pleiti described an elderly faculty member as genki.) oh also also? there are some appearances by a character who uses the neopronoun "ta" which just feels supremely British and the best possible choice for Holmesiana in space, i laughed so much about it. a hugely delightful read all around.

the deets

how i read it: an e-galley from NetGalley. my NetGalley tbr for the spring is v long and exciting!!

try this if you: loved the first book obv, are into the current crop of sff about the new societies humans build after Earth goes tits up, have to yell and pace around the room when characters who are not easily affectionate show their deep affection, or delight in a good casefic

some bits i really liked: ✨Jewish Mossa?!✨ references that made me lol! hysteria!

"My father died some years ago--" ("May his memory be a blessing," I murmured, and she dipped her chin in acknowledgement).

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The father of Strevan lived in a type of construction known as a hobbit house, presumably because no matter how vague your grasp of Classical literature, that still sounded cozier than bunker. It was built into an artificial slope in the plateau, and the door, I was disgusted to see, wasn't even round.

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I insisted that they wire Mossa immediately. I insisted on this at length, with a fervor that would once have been attributed to a displacement of my internal organs, and to everyone I saw...

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WELL DONE STOP OMW M Those few words proved sufficient to distract me for some time. Omw was an archaism, a Classical expression meaning she was coming back; I spent an inordinate amount of time wondering whether Mossa would have used that expression with, say, one of her Investigator colleagues or whether it was a nod at my interests. After some time I understood that this was a ridiculous question and indicative of exhaustion, and I went to bed.

pub date: February 13, 2024! at the time of this posting, TOMORROW!!! Malka Older is doing a virtual book release event with Tubby & Coo's, maybe check it out!

[foreverinthepagesofhistory]

Ok currently on my luck break and had to write about the new WOTC Chapter….first things first not Felipe and Letizia being the actual king and Queen they are. I can truly imagine Leonor going to them for something like this in real life. 🇪🇸 got a great way of really taking some of there true qualities and putting it in writing form. I have to say I agree with you on the whole Peter Townsend aspect. I was actually wondering if there was going to a big but at the end. Not Leonor being an absolute legend and just telling her parents like it is. I love the father daughter relationship that 🇪🇸 added in the writing. Letizia giving the mother advice and truly asking Leonor the real question 😭 Felipe just being such a dad and is like “sure that’s great!” And Letizia bringing the mother aspect. The “are you 100% sure about this?”. Leonor’s characterized is again so well done! And I love how respectful the writing is. Sofia being emo about not being invited to the family meeting made me laugh. We all know if the girl had been there she’s be like “that’s wonderful and great but it’s boredom town in here”.

I KNEW LEONOR DID NOT DO IT ON PURPOSE!!! She was just doing her part and being a good daughter and taking her parents advice 😭😂 but I love the small bits we got if Leonor and Sofia. We love the sister duo in fictional character and realistic just the same. I knew as soon as Leonor called to give a message that something would happen. This whole time I was yelling at my screen, “ST JOHN HOW DARE YOU!” But the call dropped so it’s not the poor guys fault. Still not sure why nobody mentioned it to Alix though 🤔 as someone who loves government I think it’s interesting to see how parliament and everyone will react once the news is out…and how will the girls feel?

Not Leonor being such a responsible dutiful heir that she spends all day running around campus for Alix 😂 like girl please rest. But I do love the slight undertones of the protective Leonor we got. The way she immediately turned to Lacy for all the deets. I also love Lacy 😭 is it bad that I feel like she just genuinely sometimes doesn’t even care how she speaks to Leonor. Like girl is respectful but once Leonor starts talking about Alix she’s like “let me help you both love sick fools” 😂 the way she reprimanded Leonor who was about to go break the rules just to see Alix. The whole “sit down Leonor you can see her tomorrow” I can just imagine her all dead tired and still having the audacity to be like “sit down girl” 😭

Why do I feel like Lacy will be invited to the wedding? 😂🤔

Alix and Leonor need to get there communication skills in check 😂 this while relying on the staff is not working for them. But I do love the whole miscommunication tripe.

Alix is a shy baby around Leonor and I live. Like same girl 😂 Leonor is a sun shine baby and I love how she just dotes on Alix. I can’t wait for the next bit! I know you just gone reading it and said your thoughts, but as always I would like to know more. What was your favorite part, I think you said the beginning. But what did you specifically enjoy about the bit? And did Leonor and Sofia make you laugh as much they did for me 😂 (also Alix formally meeting the Spanish royals…imagine the press) 😂 also girl! I took the time to read your cousin Ella fic..🇪🇸was right you are a talented girl!

STOP!!! 🤣 THIS IS ALL SO TRUUEE!!!! 😭🤌🏻😩

Luke literally the government not relaying the message and how u said that that’s like what the government does is SO FUNNY!

I specifically enjoyed the Sofia interjection during the family meeting and just all of the little bits of fluff and how it completed half of the story. I love how it finished Alix’s perspective of the events but in Leonor’s perspective and how it wasn’t Leonor’s fault. A+++++++++ work

Thank you for sharing!

[denniezemclyon]

Today is Tuesday and I have done a lot!

The car dealer who i gave my deets to contacted me earlier this morning so I grabbed the oppurtunity to go to them and check the car out! My honest opinion is, "It is not a cool car" but I always deemed Honda as reliable and am quite familiar with Jazz's. Tried to test drive it but because I am a learner, one of the guys, Mike, drove the car with me as I asked him to gom to our so tht I can show my fam the car. They all saw the car, even Mammoo, and they kinda liked it. We all had the same thought, it was kinda small but it'll do for our first family car. It'll have to do for now because I can't wait to do more things and I am so impatient as I constantly feel that time is of the essence these days. I want to get so many things done, which by the way I am. Plus the way I manage my stress levels is far better than the last couple months. Going back to the car, it's got a sunroof tho. So, we're quite happy. We have to, we've already made a commitment and deposited £300. But again, it will have to do. For now.

Went to Tita Jac's and searched for quotes which always takes time. Both the online searching and spending time at Tita's house. I am always thankful tho. No matter how it goes, Tita is always one of the people who stood by us and still does. Also, got printed labels for me to return the parts I bought off of ebay for my bike as it didn't fit.

After that, spent the rest of the day with rigorous messages, emails and conversations. Time check is 21:43 and I am starting yawn continously. My body is tired and is asking for rest but my mind is still hectic.

I wanna start blogging cos I need to offload stuff. This way I can do that and track my past, reflect and learn from them in the future.

My fam still is suffering from yesterday's backlash, no matter how small and how we laugh it off. Critisms from people, from family friends who know our situation better than anyone. I get to talk to my personal friends and appreciate them more. I somehow think in this situation, we value friendships because on how they can be of use to us when we need something. So, it got me into thinking. Maybe. But I've already made up my mind as I wrote the fundraiser campaign. One day I want to give back. So, no matter how hypocrite I believe my thoughts are, that's okay. Also, I wouldn't wanna believe that I am trying to compensate for it by wanting to give more back.

It made me become more grateful on how blessed I am to have all these people I can call friends. No matter what level of friendship it may be. I am just so glad. And can feel the love. One day I hope I can make them feel tenfold. As it has helped the morale inside the house by a lot.

Anyways, I need to develope a routine and set of times. Deprive myself of gadgets a scheduled time and start to wind down so I can wake up tomorow, do my morning routine workout then go into deep work and also plan rests in between. Note: I also made my brother stop by 10pm. And he did. Right now. Time check 21:54

All in all, today was a very productive day and I am proud of the things I have done!

[delightfuldevin]

Long post!! Wanted to share all the deets about my Cookie Run self insert!!

Introducing Pumpking Cookie and their Pet, Gourdie!!

Cookie Run: Ovenbreak

Cookie Class: Epic

Pet Class: Epic

Story: Pumpking Cookie is the elusive king of Pumpkin Land of Fear! You probably won't see him on your first visit to Pumpkin Land, or your second either. Only seasoned visitors of the park know how to spot him while he's hiding. And if you find him, you'll get a treat! Or maybe it'll be a trick... You better be careful! He also puts on his own special show with his pumpkins at midnight in the main tent, so be sure not to miss out!

Skill: When the big gauge is filled, a giant pumpkin appears and the jump and slide buttons turn into carving buttons. Repeatedly tap the buttons to carve the pumpkin and earn Pumpkin Carving Points. Once the small gauge is filled, the pumpkin will come to life and Pumpking Cookie will ride it as it destroys obstacles until the small gauge runs out. Level up for more Pumpkin Carving Points.

Magic Candy Ingredient - Little Pumpkin Seed: This pumpkin seed is the smallest of them all. Can something so small really grow into something special? Only time will tell...

Magic Candy Effect: While riding the giant pumpkin, each destroyed obstacle creates a Roasted Pumpkin Seed Jelly. The stronger the enchanted power, the more points earned from Roasted Pumpkin Seed Jellies.

Pet Story: Pumpking Cookie can bring pumpkins to life by carving faces into them. No one knows exactly how he does it... Gourdie was the first one he brought to life and the living pumpkin became his faithful assistant who helps him with his show.

Pet Skill: At given intervals, the Pet flies ahead and the light inside begins to glow, generating Jack o’ Lantern Points and restoring Energy. Level up for more Jack o’ Lantern Points and more Energy restoration.

Combi Bonus: Extra Jack o’ Lantern Points

1000 Affection Points Bonus: Extra Pumpkin Carving Points

Basic Jelly: A true king earns their title from their subjects.

Daily Gift: “It’s a treat, I promise! Hehe!”

Like: Solid Red Sugar Crystal

Dislike: Breakout Certificate

General:

“Come one, come all!”

“Welcome to Pumpkin Land!”

“Wonder when I can see him again…”

“The rides at Pumpkin Land aren’t for the faint of heart!”

“Don’t forget to check out the Haunted House!”

“Things will get even more fun at night!”

Tired: “Okay, timeout…!”

Tap:

“Heya!”

“Bringing pumpkins to life is a secret I won’t tell!”

“Come and find me! I might have somethin’ good for ya!”

“Is it a trick or a treat? Only one way to find out!”

“Hehehe!”

“Y-you found me? Already?”

“I love watching fire dance!” (Like Hint)

“I don’t need a certificate to run Pumpkin Land.” (Dislike Hint)

Gifts:

“Ooo, for me?” (neutral)

“Flames are so beautiful…” (given Solid Red Sugar Crystal)

“I hope this can become a biiiig pumpkin some day!” (given Little Pumpkin Seed)

“Why would I want one of these?” (given Breakout Certificate)

“How did you find out…?!” (given Violet Sugar Crystal) [note: will not receive any Affection Points for this]

Relationships:

Lemon Cookie (friendly): “I’ll make you smile if it’s the last thing I do!” On Lemon’s chart (trust): “An odd one, but I guess he’s okay.”

Cherry Cookie (friendly): “It’s never boring with you around!” On Cherry’s chart (friendly): “Pumpkins! Pumpkins! Pumpkins! Tee-hee!”

Popcorn Cookie (friendly): “Hey, when’s our next movie night?” On Popcorn’s chart (friendly): “My favorite movie buddy!”

Birthday Cake Cookie (friendly): “Pumpkin Land’s a great place for parties!” On Birthday Cake’s chart (friendly): “Let’s throw a spooky Halloween party together!”

Cinnamon Cookie (trust): “Always puts on a good show!” On Cinnamon’s chart (trust): “Pumpkin Land is my favorite place to perform!”

Currant Cream Cookie (friendly): “Studs and spikes can be spooky too!” On Currant’s chart (friendly): “I wouldn’t call my style ‘spooky’, but I like the way you think!”

Raspberry Mousse Cookie (admiration): “Show ‘em who’s boss!” On Mousse’s chart (admiration): “Their opinion of us doesn’t matter!”

Pitaya Dragon Cookie (admiration): “I like it hot!” On Pitaya’s chart (admiration): “Brighter than sssunshine…”

Shining Glitter Cookie (admiration): “Everything about her captivates me…” On Shining Glitter’s chart (admiration): “There’s always room in my schedule for you!”

Moonlight Cookie (admiration): “I’ll see you in my dreams!” On Moonlight’s chart (admiration): “Your smile is the warmest.”

Knight Cookie (tension): “You don’t stand a chance!” On Knight’s chart (tension): “What do you know about the Red Dragon?!”

Ice Juggler Cookie (rival): “Betcha Pumpkin Land’s got more visitors!” On Ice Juggler’s chart (rival): “Pumpkin Land is alright. (Pudding Cup Circus is better.)”

Cookie Run: Kingdom

Class: Legendary

Type: Support

Location: Middle

Story: What a strange one, that Pumpking Cookie is! Just where exactly did they come from? And what is that ominous purple glow that emanates from them? So many questions and so little answers. However, it is known that he created and rules over a Kingdom of his own called the Pumpking Patch. But… the citizens are all living pumpkins! There’s not a single Cookie in sight! This begs yet another question… Is Pumpking Cookie themself even a Cookie…?

Skill - Trick or Treat: Summons a pumpkin bomb which has a 50-50 chance of being a trick or a treat. The treat bomb explodes on the ally side, healing everyone’s HP and raising everyone’s ATK for a period of time. The trick bomb explodes on the enemy side, releasing pumpkin guts on the ground that trap all enemies, making them unable to move or attack for a period of time. It also lowers their DEF while they are trapped. It will not trap Cookies who are resistant to interrupting effects during their skill, but it will lower their DEF more. While using his skill, Pumpking Cookie will be resistant to interruptions.

Skill Activation: “Wonder what this’ll be!”

Kingdom Arena:

“Well well well, look what we have here!”

“Hope ya like pumpkins! Hahaha!”

“You wanna play with the Pumpkin King? Let’s see what you’ve got!”

“Let’s have some fun!!”

Loading Screen: If you look closely at Pumpking Cookie, you’ll find cracks in their dough all over their body.

Gacha Line: “It’s always Halloween when I’m around!”

General:

“You should come visit the Pumpking Patch!”

“I wasn’t always a King…”

“What’s this purple light? Well, the truth may shock you… hehe!”

“This Kingdom is nice. I guess I’ll stay awhile.”

“Is this a trick or a treat? Why don’t you come find out?”

“You’re invited to the Grand Halloween Party in the Pumpking Patch!”

“Ha! My subjects would love this place!”

“My Kingdom means the world to me. No one will ever take it from me!”

“Anyone who dares threaten the Pumpking Patch will have to deal with its King!”

Victory:

“Aw, no hard feelings, right? Hehe!”

“Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King!”

“Whew, that was a close one!”

“I did it? I mean, of course I did! Heh heh.”

Defeat:

“Don’t think I’m out just yet!”

“I… I will protect the Pumpking Patch…!”

“I won’t give in! I can’t!”

“This isn’t over…!”

[eadanga]

When Love Last Part 1

Summary: When Yasmin gets a new job in the biggest company in the city she falls for her hot boss

Parings: GabexMC

Yasmin woke up to the sunlight in her face she yawned and stretched before standing up. She quickly brushed her teeth and looked through her closet. She sighs “Liz! Do you have anything I don’t know what to wear”

Her best friend and roommate Liz came out with a clothing bag grinning “You’re in luck I just picked this up”

Yasmin unzips the bag and checks out the suit and grins “Wow you have the magic touch”

“Why thank you I’m proud of it my friend now get dressed and show your new boss that own this job”

Yasmin laughs “Oh I will”

She quickly changes into her suit then heads to her car. She pulls up in front of a large office building “Well here we are still can’t believe they hired me I can’t wait to get started” She quickly walks into the building and takes the elevator to her floor. She walks to the secretary desk

“Hi my names Yasmin I’m starting here today”

The secretary nods “You can go right into his office Mr. Ricci is expecting you”

“Mr. Ricci? But I thought I was working under”

“Ms. Hamilton? Well yes you are but Mr. Ricci wants to know all the employees he hires”

“Oh ok I’ll go see him then”

Yasmin walks down the hall This is the first time meeting the CEO I’m so nervous hope I don’t screw this up Yasmin approaches the office doors and knocks

“Come in”

Yasmin pushes open the doors and her eyes marvel at the guy sitting at the desk talking to two other people. She looks him up and down to his muscular features and chiseled face

He nods “Ms. Jackson come in” He turns to the other two men “Let’s continue this later” The men nod then leave the room “Please have a seat” Yasmin sits down “You’re probably wondering why I called you in here”

“The secretary explained it to me she said you want to know all your employees?”

He nods “That’s right I wanna make sure I can trust everyone I hire”

“Well I’m very trustworthy Mr. Ricci”

“Please call me Gabe and I can tell” He picks up a folder “Your resume is very impressive”

“Well I’m a hard worker I make sure I get the job done”

“Good cause I need that confidence on my team” He smiles “Now you’ll start off as my office assistant and we’ll work our way from there sounds good”

Yasmin stands “Sounds perfect thank you”

“You’re welcome now I’ll show you to your office” Gabe leads her across the hallway to an small office “You’ll be right always good to be close by so I don’t have to go looking for you I’ll let you get settled in” He leaves walking to his office

Yasmin walks into her office and organizes her papers then she pulls out her phone

Hey girl

Hey how’s your first day?

It’s going good so far the boss wanted to personally meet with me

Oh really how did that go

Went well and ngl he’s super cute

Ooooh does someone have an office crush?

What? He’s my boss

Doesn’t mean he can’t be eye candy or something more

Stop that he’s probably married

Did you ask?

No that’s not my business

Guess it’s time for me to be an internet sleuth give me ten minutes

Oh boy

Yasmin sighs “I regret telling her nosey self”

Her phone buzzes

Nope no wife, girlfriend or fiancé

You can’t believe everything on the internet he probably keeps it private

So on a scale of 1 to 10 how hot is he

Liz…

Tellllll meeee

Above 10

Oooooh I agree with you he’s fine

I’m ignoring you now

Nooooo give me more deets

Bye Liz

Yasmin giggles as she gets started on the work Gabe sent over  but as she works she blushes I can’t really date him but hey eye candy is the best

Tags: @indiacater​ @mfackenthal​ @the-soot-sprite​

[sunshine-dimmed]

eyyyyyyyy ✦

if you're here, there's a chance you're checking me out to see if I'm a potential writing partner for you. sweet! let me lay down some deets;

about me: 33 years old as of December -24, trans dude, he/him.

I'm just a nerdy, metalheady, artsy lil' leftist from Europe. characterized by many as a laid back, wholesome dude. a bit of a black cat with tendencies of turning towards golden retrieverism with close friends. often called "discount Laszlo". some of my fandoms are listed below; even if I don't necessarily have interest in writing a character from the mentioned fandom myself, I'm always open for AUs and crossovers.

as a writer I'm fairly literate and very descriptive (writing samples here). I prefer to write in third person and past-tense. accustomed to prose at a minimum of two paragraphs, though I can go on for several more if given the chance. more often than not, I hit the discord limit with my replies. activity typically varies from multiple replies / messages a day to every few days depending how my schedule is. life sometimes gets in the way and I'm okay with that, hope you are too!

looking for:

sb 25+ who likes multiple paragraph prose, third person, preferably past tense. I expect fluent grammar and threads written over discord in a server of our own. I am forgiving of small grammar mistakes (I'm not a native speaker myself) but can get a bit nitpicky especially when it comes to lore accuracy! if that's not your thing that's fine, but proper grammar and faithfulness to character is important to me. most of all, I expect good communication, chemistry and understanding both ways; I don't want to be hounded for replies (whether OOC or IC), nor will I do that to you!

what I like:

very often I'm very into rare, odd ships! this includes multiverse and multifandom as well as "well, they never actually met, but if they DID THOUGH..." so if you find a fandom we share, pls don't be afraid to come to me with some outside-the-box ideas!

for the most part, I'm interested in writing MxM and and almost exclusively against male characters. most often CCxCC, with some exceptions. romance heavy plots with some smut occasionally tossed in. I'm not interested in toxic relationships; I like my ships to struggle, sure, but not because they're bad for each other but because, y'know... life. circumstances. trauma, outside forces, stuff like that making things complicated, but not enough that they're actively suffering because of one another. I like angst in a nice balance with fluff, obstacles that they can perservere through together, love larger than life, love that conquers all, with hopefully a happy ending awaiting them somewhere in the horizon. open to dead dove topics and to kinky stuff, as long as it's discussed first. open to smut as well, as said, though I'm not interested in smut just for smut's sake. I like my sex scenes with plot, y'know?

resources:

☾ OCs by fandom:

 ✦ (full roster)     ✦ (Baldur’s Gate OCs)   

✦ (Dragon Age OCs)     ✦ (Mass Effect OCs)     

☾ CCs by fandom:

 ✦ (often written muses) 

☾ other relevant links:

 ✦ (about and Seeking)     ✦ (DOs and DON'Ts)   

✦ (writing samples)     ✦ (sometimes I draw)

mentionable fandoms:

【ALAN WAKE】 ⇀ 【ALIEN】 ⇀ 【ASSASSIN'S CREED (valhalla, odyssey)】 ⇀ 【BALDUR'S GATE 3】 ⇀ 【BIOSHOCK】 ⇀ 【COMMUNITY】 ⇀ 【CRIMINAL MINDS】 ⇀ 【CYBERPUNK 2077】 ⇀ 【DEAD BY DAYLIGHT】 ⇀ 【DIMENSION 20】 ⇀ 【DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS】 ⇀ 【DRAGON AGE】 ⇀ 【FALLOUT (3, NV, 4)】 ⇀ 【FORGOTTEN REALMS】 ⇀ 【GAME OF THRONES】 ⇀ 【GHOST OF TSUSHIMA】 ⇀ 【IT】 ⇀ 【LIFE IS STRANGE (1, 2, BTS, TC)】 ⇀ 【MARVEL (MCU & 616)】 ⇀ 【MASS EFFECT】 ⇀ 【NIER: AUTOMATA】 ⇀ 【PACIFIC RIM】 ⇀ 【RESIDENT EVIL】 ⇀ 【STRANGER THINGS】 ⇀ 【SQUID GAME】 ⇀ 【STAR WARS】 ⇀ 【THE BOYS】 ⇀ 【THE ELDER SCROLLS】 ⇀ 【THE LAST OF US】 ⇀ 【THE QUARRY】 ⇀ 【THE WALKING DEAD (video game)】

did any of this pique your interest? great! feel free to shoot me a message, and we'll see if we'll click! ➴

[hamliet]

Hope to have sent all correctly but this is to say: this is the place AFO took Dabi , spinner and slept after the attack. Now I’ll check for you the time.

I think doesn’t really comply to the case , but AFO demanded for one of them to stay awake and basically take care of Shiga’s body. Now the deal is: I’d expect endeavor waking up being on the news. So while Touya is talking the news wasn’t still of public domain. In fact Enji just woke up from surgery I supposed. AFO inform us that he started his breakout right away , the same evening. But he arrived at the house at the dawn. Basically is tomorrow already. So Bakugo could have wake up 2 days of calendar or less. It would be

- Jakku happen on 1st of the month (to make math easier) AFO and league arrived on 2nd. Bakugo took two full days from Jakku to wake up , that’s mean a full 2 and a full day 3c waking up on 4th or

- Jakku happens on 1st, AFO escapes in 2nd. Bakugo then wake up somewhere in the day 3rd.

Because Shigaraki needs recovery I think no issues on AFO behalf to have him rest the whole 2nd day. This means that the whole league is resting through days number 2 and 3 when Bakugo wakes up. And if we opt this option we know that Bakugo’s waking up is the same of Enji, when he meets Rei and Dabi’s monologue starts as well.

If we pick the second option the reason why we hadn’t seen spinner or skeptic is super easy: AFO said and demand for one of them to patrol. And I think that why Dabi is alone , shirtless on the sofa. He’s just rehearsing what happened (giving us his flashback) while doing what AFO asked. If so, spinner is most likely sleeping (or taking care of Shiga).

So yep : this is the same house. AFO took all of them there , but Toga (who’s wandering somewhere) and most likely Touya is patrolling while Spinner takes some rest (or take care of his new reason to live).

Also i think I’ve already sent you a geographic thing (maybe you thought of it as too boring :( )

But I think it’s possible to roughly track down toga. Now , I’ve found some posts which claimed that Jakku showed Tsukasa clinic (the clinic in which works Deku’s doctor). MHA city has been told being 2 hours by train from Tokyo roughly. This we are extreme close by our main cast ‘s houses. Infact it was said they were born in one or another prefecture , but not which one. Because all students were living in their houses before training camp we can easily supposed that all students have it less than one/two hour by train from ua. So either the main city should be in Shizuoka or in yamanashi, but most likely not in Tokyo special prefecture (because it was said all might agency is in Tokyo, like they aren’t in Tokyo ). Thus if it’s all correct, I think Toga is currently very far from the league and she will take a loooong road to make her appearance again on her mates side. This or Toga will be seen with the main cast.

And last but not least (I swearc the last):nope , AFO doesn’t give a damn of PLF. nor do Shiga nor Dabi. And nor did toga or twice . Maybe spinner and compress were ok with that but... this can be seen throw tiny details (yep I love details!).Shigaraki : after he defeated Re-Destro he had an durala moments and asked “you have money right?” So nope , he didn’t care he just wanted financial stability. Infact if you look at the panel in which hawks meets the PLF attendants you can see that all league is in the right of the table while there’s only one empty chair , at redestro’s right. Symbolically it makes no sense: the leader should be in the centre or his best man should be on the right (the right hand man). I think the seat was empty because the league never lost its identity. They were their own pack, and put redestro, the most annoying one as far as possible , and near “Shigaraki” (who wasn’t there so everyone was happy)- Dabi: he of course couldn’t care less about the PLF. he cares about the league at the very best. He was also the only member wkth toga to share a regiment with Geten. Now , this two aren’t compatible. I think Shigaraki to calm the waters placed toga because she’s a sweetheart (he also sent her to overhaul) and Dabi because he has his own agenda, so he does what he wants. Now , I think Dabi only cared about skeptic. For many reason too long to explain I think Dabi already knew everything about Tomie before Deika. But now with a satellite he could broadcast everything on the national tv. Soooo he never cared (like anything really) but he found something useful- Twice: when hawks entered in the PLF his assignment was speaking destro’s book. Infact he was assigned to Twice regiment but we can see him trying to explain Twice something. Now , hawks read all the book (his coded message) so I guess he was trying to teach Twice what it talked about it. It means twice doesn’t even care about the PLF ‘s ideals.- Toga , Compress and Spinner: they had never express about PLF, but Compress said to love the league not the front , same goes for Spinner. This also makes sense for the regiments: Shiga picked the most adorable villain , who could face even Overhaul without losing her composure (toga) and the one who’s always missing (Dabi). Spinner and compress puts lots of heart in their doings , so I guess sooner or later a conflict would have arisen. But from toga and Dabi? It won’t happen. They are both smart and sly, one is adorable and flexible, the other has a devil may care attitude and he’s always missingShigaraki liked PLF because of his friends. Toga was sad about her torn jacket. In 220 Compress said “if we accepted Overhaul deals we would be eaten sushi by now!” And immediately what their first dinner ? Sushi, liked compress said. I think Shigaraki didn’t have a clue about Touya, but there’s one thing he always did: doing what he wants. Network and recruits was a suit of Dabi, and thus Shiga provided him with new toys and more money. Twice wanted company , and he had. After all Shiga said that he wants to destroy anything but what they likes; they can do what they wants to, and everything is for their sakes.AFO.... he clearly doesn’t care about anything but himself.‘I really disliked , Shigaraki forever. He ditched Toga; as well, he said Compress to “not worry about”. And where is compress now ? Under arrest. Nice. We saw Dabi fixing his own stamples with no aid, so he needs health care but he wasn’t given any (what a overlord of evil, couldn’t he steal a doctor? No healing quirks up to his Darth Vader’s helmet?) and instead what he does ? He puts someone on patrol - most likely Touya himself , but he’s hurt and tired too. I really loved Spinner insight. He’s the closest to Shiga. He can tell AFO isn’t him. Because I really doubt Shigaraki would have ditched two people and leave another one with pain and health issues (as much as he could provide) to check the area. So summing up, the league is the league imo. They are the core. And i reeeeeally hope that their well defined identity in the group will rise to kick AFO from their club.The more I think about ... the more I think that the apple of chaos it’s Toga. She has a twisted but great theme with “love”. She “loves” Izuku, and she “loves” uraraka. She was also the one who questioned Shigaraki who reassured her (they are his allies , they can do what they like). But AFO doesn’t care at all. AFO wants to erased and most likely kill Deku. So it makes sense pulling her out of equation. But when she’ll be back... I don’t know what it might happen. She might be the first to bring a clash maybe ?Plus we have another very interesting detail, now about Tartarus. Which is Kurogiri. In fact police asked Aizawa and Mic to go and see him. Now , If you remember, All Might had that adorable gig with sugar and the students asked about Aizawa. All might said it was an emergency call. Now emergency means “reach a place quickly”. However in chapter 253 we got to see Mic’s car. Now , I’ve been there. You won’t find any car like his in japan. Well , if it’s a Japanese car. I considered it could be an old model (toyota’s had this shape in the 70s 80s, kind of). But the vertical striped makes me think of a dove challenger. Same with the splits on the hood, made to cool down the engine. These are pretty much traits to have dodges in media. Another peculiar thing is the wheel is on the left.This means that while we don’t know we’re Tartarus is exactly , it’s surely near UA , , in a prefecture near the coast. This is because if it were further , Aizawa and Mic would have need to book some train tickets and then reaching the place by car with police or renting. Also, when All might and Aizawa meet the parents in chapter 96, they were driven here and there by someone else (a loft offered by the school). Instead Mic is driving his own American car with the wheel on the left. Most likely they received the call and Mic immediately hop on car with Aizawa. This means that wherever it is , Tartarus is very close to UA, most likely in the same prefecture.Then if we considered how Tartarus is , it can’t be in Tokyo bay ( you can see the other side by sight , while Tartarus is isolated) but I’d place my bets on either Chiba prefecture (where Kirishima and Ashido are from) or Shizuoka (where the main trio and many others are from). That being said, I’d place my odds on Shizuoka because the majority of character are there and because Yaomomo is from Aichi. I took her because people like Kirishima or Mina aren’t that rich and don’t have a massive mansion - their family could have transfer or they can make an effort to go to UA. While I can’t see Yaomomo’s family giving up their house, becuase it’s that big; and aichi shares a border with Shizuoka, while Chiba doesn’t.Basically this to say: probably UA is based in Shizuoka , were also Tartarus and Jakku are. And if this is all correct AFO positively ditched Toga, who’s now in Shizuoka while others are in Niigata. Not so kind of him.

Ahhhh cool! Thanks so much! 

[serenity-bitty]

THIS IS A MOMENTOUS OCCASION HOLY SHIT.

Okay. As an autistic person, I have had texture issues my ENTIRE LIFE. And I have mourned for so many foods that TASTE and SMELL absolutely fantastic, but my body refused to swallow. Mourned. Grieved these foods. I can't eat mashed potatoes, I can't eat applesauce, I can't even have a French fry too thick because the texture of mashed potato happens inside the fries.

And I certainly can't eat ground meat.

That's right. Be it beef, chicken, turkey or any other meat, I cannot eat ground meat. No sloppy joes, no hamburger, cheeseburger, big Mac, whopper. NONE OF IT.

Barbeques and cookouts are a special kind of hell for me, to say the least.

And don't get me wrong, sometimes there are moments that give me a small sliver of hope.

On rare occasion, I will outgrow my issues with one type of texture.

I couldn't stand avocados until I was 25 years old. But now? I LOVE them.

After so many years, though, I had given up hoping.

But tonight.

Tonight I was blessed.

My roommate, Maddie, has a good amount of money. Not like rich, but enough to be considered stable and she has the help of her family as well. She can afford nice things.

And one of those nice things was a package of on-sale wagyu ground beef.

And if you don't know what that is, come back to this post after you've gone down a YouTube/Googling rabbit hole about it, and you will understand.

Even if it is discounted, frozen grocery store brand beef, you do NOT disrespect the fucking wagyu. Don't even risk it.

So my roommate is lying on the couch and she isn't feeling well, there's a shortage of her blood pressure medication, so she's having a bit of trouble doing things.

So she asks me to do her a favor and check if the meat she was gonna cook was defrosted yet.

I checked, it was upside down in the bowl, and it was defrosted, but when I turned the package around to see what it was (plastic was too foggy to see) I nearly screamed.

"YOU GOT FUCKING WAGYU BEEF!?!?! HOW MUCH DID THIS COST YOU?!?!"

She seemed a little sheepish for a second, and I kinda felt bad for blurting that out, so I quickly moved on to offering to help her cook it. Because I can't eat ground beef, however, I never really cooked a burger before, so she has to teach me a bit.

I helped her off the couch and we decided it would be less labor-intensive on Maddie if we broiled it in the air fryer.

So she seasoned it and got it started, splitting it up into two halves. I cut up the ingredients and put away the other half of the meat while the patty cooked and she rested in the office. She didn't even ask me to do all of those things, I just did it to help. I flipped it and double checked with her to make sure it was properly cooked.

It came out medium.

I was honestly excited to see her try it, like it is NOT every day you get to see this kind of delicacy.

I'm so broke even seeing someone eat fancy food is an event for me 🙃

(but in my defense, I was pretty fucken high when this happened.)

Anyway, so she eats it and I'm asking her how it is, give us the juicy (pun intended) DEETS.

And she is thorough in her description. And even MY mouth starts to wonder at the thought of tasting it.

And then. I had a thought.

If she lets me try a bite, I can do a bit of an experiment.

If even the texture of a WAGYU. FUCKING. BURGER. Makes me gag.

I would give up on ever enjoying the texture of a burger.

But if not, ohohoho.... I would never stop searching, never stop struggling, never stop trying to find a burger with a texture and budget I could stand.

So I start to work up the courage to ask if I could try a bite.

But she actually offered it to me before I could even get the chance!

I explained what I was thinking to her, and she was a bit interested in my little experiment.

So she hands me the burger.

It's on a bakery bun, with Mediterranean Cheddar (FANCY AS FUCK BOII), Whataburger ketchup, mustard, and some good ole Texas Pickles.

I let the smell hit my nose, and almost audibly gulped.

I took the bite.

Oh. My. God.

It was the best damn thing I'd ever eaten, let alone the first burger I could ever truly enjoy. Holy hell.

I felt like Squidward after his first Krabby Patty.

I had to break into a vault. I needed more. I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes out of both pure joy and deep despair.

I wasn't about to eat more than the one bite I was given. That would be incredibly rude and also just plain mean.

I handed it back to her, desperately hiding my urge to eat it.

I don't know if she noticed, or if she's literally just that fucking nice (and believe me she has shown me nothing but kindness) but she literally offered me the other half of the meat to make my own burger.

I could have cried.

"A-are you sure?"

"Yes, my mom gets me this kind of stuff all the time! Go ahead!"

Bruh.

Avocado, bakery bun, onions, ketchup, and that Mediterranean Cheddar.

Hooo boy. The only thing that would have made this better would be if I had toasted the bun.

Even the grease tasted good. THE. GREASE. Autistic people and grease don't exactly tend to mix!!!! And usually, I don't like too much grease. But this was amazing, an explosion of grease mingling in with the juice of the meat. And the way it interacted with the toppings and the bun.... Oh fuck.

I now understand what Gabriel Iglesias meant when he talked about food. I sounded like I was making love to that burger, and I didn't care.

I may as well have been a judge in shokugeki no soma.

It was glorious. I still can't get the taste out of my mouth. I could die happy.

Also it makes me more like Sans Undertale and that makes me happy.

[stargazingthenightaway]

See Something You Like? Epilogue

Pairing: Rebels Rex x Reader

Word Count: 2K

Warning: Yearning, teasing

A/N: 😚 😚 For all my lovely readers 💕

Making your way through the mess hall, you see you’ve beaten the lunch rush and quickly bee-line towards the caff station, filling up two mugs and putting them on a tray. Ria had commed you about meeting up on your break, and knowing how busy she was that morning, you decided to have a fresh cup waiting for her. You grab a couple hot plates, thanking the cook, and find a spot not too far from the entrance. As you sit down you keep an eye on the entrance so you can wave Ria over when she gets there. Taking a sip of caff, you settle in your seat and your mind drifts back to last night, and earlier this morning.

Rex had been a most thorough lover, and true to his word, hadn’t finished with you until the early hours of the morning, leaving you both exhausted and satisfied. You feel your face heat up when you think about all the sounds he coaxed out of you, the praises that dripped from his lips as he brought you to orgasm and the tender way he took care of you afterwards, making sure you were alright. What you most enjoyed was how he held you when you both drifted off, arms holding you close as your head rested on his chest, whispering how you were his sweet girl.

You can’t help the giddy smile that covers your face when you recall how grumpy Rex was earlier that morning. He had done his absolute best to persuade you to spend a few more hours with him in bed, but you had a meeting you couldn’t miss, and you had reluctantly left him pouting in the sheets as you got ready. Eventually, he too started getting ready for the day, though not without hinting at all the things he could be doing instead, with you and a mirror, brushing up against you and sneaking kisses when you weren’t paying attention. Needless to say you left your room a blushing mess, with Rex following not far behind, smirk plastered on his face.  

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t see Ria enter the mess hall and make her way over to the table. "Hello there, sunshine!” She calls out as she sits down, bringing you out of your daydreaming. 

“Ria, hey!” You say, passing her a cup and watching her clutch it to her chest, breathing the scent it in as if the steam alone would give her energy. “Long meeting?”

“You have no idea,” she groans after taking a sip “nerf herders can’t tell the difference between a gear shift and brake pedal.” 

You wince. “Ouch. Well, hopefully your afternoon will get better.” You perk up “Isn’t that new transfer set to arrive today?”

She looks at you suspiciously. “Where did this cheeriness come from?” She eyes you from over the rim of her cup “usually you’re right up there asking what other problems they’ve caused, and if I need help hiding a body.”

“No reason,” you say, laughing “just having a good morning, that’s all.”

Ria takes a moment to give you a look over while you sip your caff, before her eyes widen. “Omg! You got down and did the dirty dance!”

“Ria!” You groan “Do you have to say it like that?”

“What?” She says without remorse, “would you rather I call it the frisky foxtrot? Mattress mambo? Tantric tango?”

“Shhh! Someone will hear you!” You hiss, cheeks heating up as you look fervently around you, “where do you even come up with these things?”

“You’re not denying it,” she gives a little shriek of laughter, wiggling in place “you, my friend, got some good lovin’ and I need all the deets!” She gives you a look, “especially after all the stunts you pulled me into to avoid a certain someone.”

“I do not have to confirm or deny anything” you say, hiding behind your caff.

“You may not confirm anything, but your neck is certainly making a statement.” She leans over to pull the edge of your collar down “that’s quite the necklace you’re wearing there sunshine.”

You can feel your face turning three shades of red as you slap her hand away, hastily pulling the collar of your shirt up. “Ok! Ok, so maybe I had a bit of fun the other night, there’s no need to let the whole base know.”

Ria grins triumphantly “That’s more than just a bit of fun” she says, making the little air quotes “that’s a full on romp with the promise of a repeat” She wiggles her eyebrows comically and you can’t help but laugh, hearing her join in.

“Alright, yes, I did indeed do the dirty dance, as you said” you say once your laughter has died down. 

Ria makes the motion to continue, attention on you. “And? That can’t be all it was or else you wouldn’t be like this.” She motions to all of you “All glowy and really happy.” 

You give her a sly look “Let’s just say that he certainly has the moves to keep you coming back for more.”

Ria squeals and looks about ready to combust with all the questions you can see buzzing around her head. “So are you going to see him again? Or is it fated to be a one-night of lusty wonder?”

While you want to tell her all about Rex, you want to keep him to yourself for a bit longer so you keep your answer simple. “We’ve already planned to meet up again.” You duck your head shyly, smiling. “He makes me happy Ria, really happy.” You fiddle with your cup, looking back up at her “I didn’t think he’d feel the same way, but he does.” Your smile softens as you think of Rex and how he looked when you told him you wanted him by your side for a lifetime. The look of adoration is one you’ll treasure for years to come.

Ria looks at you in wonder, “Wow, he’s the real deal huh?” Watching you nod she squeals again, doing a little happy dance in her seat. “Best. News. Ever!”

A booming voice calls out close by “What’s the best news ladies?”

You and Ria both look over and see Gregor striding to you table, standing next to your seat. “Got yourself more excited than a restless Joopa.”

“No reason,” you say “just girl stuff.”

“But you’re more than welcome to join us.” Ria chimes in, gesturing to the seat. “We’re ‘bout to start venting about the doofs in engineering.” 

You know Ria and Gregor share shifts on the occasion, overseeing repairs and helping out with different teams, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Gregor to join you sometimes for meals. 

"Don’t mind if I do.” He sits down, big grin on his face, as he turns to face you. “I was actually looking for ya, figured I’d find ya here with this one.” He jerks his thumb towards Ria.

You point to yourself “Me?”

He nods “Mhmm. Was curious if ya’d seen Rex this morning. He missed training with Wolffe and I, and I thought ya might’ve seen’im”

You sputter and can see Ria giving you a calculated look, so you hurry to give an answer. “I’m not sure, but I thought I saw him when I was heading to the office. It looked like he was making his way towards the training room.” 

Gregor looks at you, a strange look in his eyes, and you try not to fidget in place. That, paired with the look Ria is giving you is making you antsy, and you wonder if you should just make up some excuse about paper work and dash away. Before you can say anything Gregor grins, giving you a thumbs up.

“Glad to hear it, thought he might have gone MIA for a moment there.” He lowers his voice, as if sharing a secret. “Wolffe can sometimes get pretty intense, especially during training. Likes to bring out the chompers if he hasn’t had a good meal.” He laughs at the looks you and Ria give him. “By the way, Rex said he wanted to talk to ya yesterday. Did he find ya?"

“Yes, down at the shooting range.” You huff, “we actually ended up having a bit of a competition, see who could hit the most targets without looking.”

Gregor looks intrigued “Oh? How’d that go for ya?” 

“l ate blaster dust.” You grin wryly “Let’s just say I won’t be challenging Rex to a shoot out anytime soon. Didn’t even stand a chance.”

“Was it the C-501 sim?” He asks. When you nod, he laughs “Ha! of course he’d win that one.”

“Oh?” You say confused, “Why’s that? It's only recently been added.”

“That’s because it was designed for us clones, way back on Kamino.” He leans in conspiratorially, “What the Kaminii didn’t realize was that it was too easy, so we ended up getting a little creative with it.”

“Creative how?” Ria leaned forward eagerly, soaking up this new information. You have to admit you’re intrigued as well. 

Gregor was really getting into in now. Checking to see there were no other eavesdroppers, he huddles the two of you closer. “Well, there were the usual things like spinning in place before firing, making noise before a shot,” he counts them off on his fingers “shooting from someones back, doing a handstand.” 

You and Ria just stare at him as he continues on his list. “But the best was hitting the targets without looking.” Here Gregor starts to grin, as if he was watching it himself “and no one was better then good’ol Rex." 

“Really!?” Ria jumps in before you can comment, “How did he do it? Blindfolded? Eyes closed?” She’s practically climbing out of her seat to get to him, not that she’s noticed. 

Gregor pushes his chair back to give himself some more room. “Well,” he says as he starts miming the actions. “He’d start off by facing the range, then he’d turn to his opponent. He’d make sure to look them straight in the eyes, something about establishing dominance, and then BLAM! Start firing each target.” He gives a hearty laugh “I’m not surprised ya didn’t win, he’s the reigning champ. No one has beaten him.”

Ria’s babbling on excitedly to Gregor, wanting to know all his secrets of the sims and training, but your mind has zoned out.

Reigning Champ? Never beaten? He already knew he was going to win, even before you had set the bet. You give a small huff of laughter, thinking back on his confidence, how easily he set you up in his trap. Well, well, you think to yourself looks like I got played for keeps. 

Your musing are interrupted when you hear Gregor call out a greeting to a couple rebels who walked into the room.

“Wolffe! Rex! Come over’ere!” He waves his arm wildly, as they make their way over.

You can’t help but stare as he makes his way over, a slight swagger in his steps. One could presume it’s just how he carries himself, with his military upbringing, but you know better. That’s the walk of a man who finally has what he wants, and is not afraid to show it. His eyes linger on you neck before meeting yours, a smirk pulling on his lips.

You smile back, mind already working out your next challenge. You were your town’s best racer for five seasons, before you joined the rebellion, and the base did have a couple racers lying around. Why not even the odds? Winner takes all.

Rex sits across from you, and you tilt your head to the side, just enough that he can see the marks on your neck, the others engaged in their own conversation. The look you give him sends his heart beating faster, the calculated look in your eyes promising an enticing reward. Knowing his attention is on you, you quickly mouth best two out of three? While he doesn’t respond, his eyes tell you his answer, sending a thrill to your core.

Challenge accepted.

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