#sorry sdlfsdf

[asterbats]

I wish I could've been able to do more this year (I have a bad defense/attack ratio right now and have had it for a while sdlfsdfs) but considering personal stuff I'm glad I was able to get as much done as I did. Sorry to anyone who attacked me and did not get a revenge! If there is an art fight next year I'll make sure to prioritize y'all! Thank you so much for all of your beautiful art, I really do hold every piece as precious to me dlfsfsfsklfds it is so easy to flatter me with my ocs tbh.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

Welp. That was great while it lasted, at least! For about a solid year, Angus had everything he could wish for. A stable job, a place to stay, a reliable source for food. And it's not like he's ungrateful that the Reclaimers- the Red Robes? calling them that felt weird still- saved the world. In fact, he's actually really happy they did! The world not being destroyed meant that Angus could still live and as an eleven-year-old, he hopefully had a lot of life left in him.

It'd just well a bit harder without the, you know, constant assurance that he'd have somewhere to return to at the end of the day. The Bureau of Balance was being repurposed into mostly office space. Now that they weren't a secret organization, the members didn't have to live on the moon. Miss Director Lucretia had made sure everyone had enough money to find somewhere to stay.

But unfortunately, most people wouldn't let a pre-teen buy an apartment or house. So he was sorta... stuck. Living on the road probably wasn't too bad. He'd done that for a few months before. And while Miss Director Lucretia wasn't outright firing him, she was still figuring out what exactly to do with the Bureau now that she didn't have to save the world. Angus got that. Or, at least, he understood it.

Still. Not great for him.

Today was the day he was supposed to leave the Bureau. He had stalled long enough. At first, the excuse of "I need a few days to figure some things out!" worked well, but then it had been a few days and he still had nothing. Mr. Taako's occasional quip of "well, go on back to your grandpa then!" wasn't helpful, either, because Angus's grandfather had actually passed away a few years before the Rockport Killer case and he had just used him as a coverup.

Angus had two boxes of belongings and one shoulder bag worth of possessions. A lot of it was clothing because half of being a detective was looking the part. But detectives didn't really have good upper body strength so of course, it was hard to move everything to the hanger by himself.

That's when Mr. Magnus popped up.

"Here," Mr. Magnus said, swooping one of the boxes up, and then taking the other from Angus's arms like it weighed nothing. "Going to the hanger?"

"Yes, sir," Angus said. "Thank you!"

"No problem," Mr. Magnus said easily. "We'll come back for the other stuff."

"Oh, uhm," Angus hurried after him as Mr. Magnus started walking. He had very long legs compared to Angus's still-growing ones. "That's all my stuff, sir!"

"Oh, alright then," Mr. Magnus said, glancing at him. He slowed a little to let Angus catch up. Angus didn't comment on that. "Like you've moved everything else or this is everything-everything."

"This is everything-everything," Angus said. Mr. Magnus looked a little concerned at that. Angus hurriedly added, "b- but! I have this bag! I mean, it's mostly toiletries, but-"

"Angus, where exactly are you gonna be living?" Mr. Magnus asked, slowing to a stop completely.

"Well, I rented a room in Rockport for tonight and tomorrow, I'm- uhm, well, I'll probably rent another room then, too. But I'm hoping to find an apartment by next week! Do you think you could put a good word in for me, sir? I'm sure they wouldn't reject me if you or- or Miss Director Lucretia said I was well behaved!"

"Angus," Mr. Magnus said. He was staring at Angus now, looking a little incredulous. Angus shuffled his feet nervously. "You shouldn't be..."

"I'm plenty old enough to live by myself, sir!" Angus said, puffing his chest out. "Trust me, I've done it before!"

"Angus," Mr. Magnus said. He set the boxes down and knelt to Angus's level. Angus frowned.

"I'm not a baby, sir," Angus said. "You don't have to pity me."

"I'm not pitying you," Mr. Magnus said. "I'm worried. Not 'cus it's you, I'd feel worried if like, Merle waltz on up and said he was gonna be living in an inn for the near future. Or if Taako was like 'hey man, I don't have a source of income but I'm gonna be living by day in a shady town!'"

"Rockport's reputation is actually quite good-"

"That's not the point," Mr. Magnus said. He reached out, gently placing his hands on Angus's shoulders. It wasn't unwelcome, but Angus didn't really know what was happening anymore. "Listen, Ango. I wanna offer you something."

"You don't have to pity me," Angus repeated. "I don't want your pity."

"I'm offering you as my friend," Mr. Magnus said seriously. Angus had never been good at eye contact- Mr. Magnus had never been either, Angus had noticed- but when they met eyes for half a second, he seemed genuine. "Do you wanna come live with me?"

"Live- live with you?" Angus asked, gobsmacked.

"Just offering," Mr. Magnus said, holding his hands up in mock defense. "I won't turn you away."

"I'll be out a lot," Angus said despite himself. "Detective business."

"That'll make the both of us, then," Mr. Magnus said. "I'm planning on opening a dog school- don't ask, I don't have all the details hammered out. "

"I'm a bad roommate," Angus said, leaving out the fact that the person who had told him that was an elderly orc who had thought Angus was someone else.

"Kid," Mr. Magnus laughed. "I lived with Merle for over a hundred years. You've gotta be downright awful to beat that."

Angus swallowed, thinking it over. Logically, this was the best chance he was going to get. He knew and trusted Mr. Magnus and, despite their rough start, he was very kind. He supposedly wasn't doing this out of pity, which was more than Angus would get if he went to Miss Director Lucretia or Mr. Davenport, per se. The cons were that he'd have to have a roommate, but again, he'd be out more often than not.

"Alright," Angus said, sticking out a hand for Mr. Magnus to shake. "You've got yourself a deal, sir."

"Great!" Mr. Magnus said, shaking his hand back enthusiastically. When he pulled away to pick up the boxes again, Angus's arm was still shaking with the aftermath. "C'mon! We're all staying at a beach house Merle got 'til we've got the whole cul-de-sac built. Is that cool?"

"Uhm, sure!" Angus said, rushing after him again. And then, "we?"

Mr. Magnus laughed but didn't elaborate. Angus had the feeling he had just made the best mistake of his life.

[alicezhaox]

WHO: Alice & Fallon – @fallonpriya​​

WHERE: Flower Festival.

WHEN: May, 2022.

Alice had made sure to take some time off from her reporting duties to just enjoy the festival. She loved the whole theme of it all and how colorful it all was. It was perfect for the weekend and everything she was looking forward to. And it meant that spring was really in the air, and that warmer weather was just ahead of them. She looked over at her friend, pursing her lips in though as she smiled a little bit more. “So, what should we do first? Find something to eat or pick up some flowers? I’ve been thinking about it and I think I want to try starting a vegetable garden, and see how that goes,” she nodded. There was a whole list of things they could do in the festivities and she couldn’t wait to get it all started.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

37 on the dialog prompts for the twins

37. "You're an awful liar and you're sick."

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Lup didn't have a great history with birthdays, but she was really starting to think she and Taako were cursed or something. The earliest example she could think of was at age four when their uncle's house burned down with the two of them still inside. And when they turned five, Lup had fallen head first into the ocean and nearly didn't make it back out. Ages six to, oh, twenty-three all followed similar paths of bad luck. Don't even get her started on the disaster that was their thirteenth.

Birthdays at college were mildly better, though thinking about their twenty-fifth and the whole Indecent with the administration still made her a little queasy. As much as she loathed to admit it, birthdays spent apart were probably the best, disaster-wise. The universe seemed to have it out for Lup and Taako, but not for Lup or Taako. Celebrating on a different date didn't help at all. Anytime they tried to celebrate together, the whole world seemed to crash down around them.

Really, they should've known better. But for the first time in five years, they were in the same town for their birthday. Lup and Barry had flown over to Taako, because he insisted on celebrating their engagement as a family (meaning all 10 of them packed into the back corner of Taako's restaurant and stuffed their faces). In Lup's defense, she didn't even remember it was their birthday. Neither she nor Taako kept really kept track anymore.

That being said: There were places Lup would have preferred to spend their birthday and the ER definitely wasn't one of them.

The swelling on Taako's face was finally going down, which was good. His suit jacket was hung over the chair Kravitz had just vacated to go find a blanket- they only allowed two guests at a time, and Kravitz and Lup took top priority on that. His shirt still seemed too bright against the cream-colored bedsheet but he was now awake and aware enough to complain about the temperature, so it couldn't be too bad.

"Doing okay?" Lup asked, squeezing his hand. Taako gave her a weak grin.

"Never been better," he said, voice very scratchy.

"You're an awful liar, babe," Lup said and Taako rolled his eyes, then winced. "And you're sick. Are you doing okay? I-" Lup took a deep breath. "You really fucking scared me for a minute."

"Yeah, uh, same," Taako said. He tore his eyes away from her, looking anywhere but her direction. "Prolly gonna have to fire someone 'cus there should be no way in hell that they cross-contaminate shit this bad." He gestured to himself.

"I thought you didn't have any dishes with peanut products in them," Lup said, squeezing his hand.

"I don't," Taako said. And then, "oh, shit."

He sat up. The heart monitor sped up a little. He made to get up but Lup blocked his way, pushing him back onto the bed. Taako coughed a little, shifting to get more comfortable. He glanced towards the door, as if he was waiting for a nurse to come through and see what was happening. When that didn't happen, he turned to Lup and said,

"Lup, we don't serve anything with peanuts."

"Yeah, you said," Lup said.

"We don't serve anything with peanuts," Taako said again, a bit slower. "How the hell-" He paused again, coughing, and itched at a hive near his throat. "How the hell did this happen-" another gesture to himself- "if we don't serve peanuts."

"Oh," Lup said. "Shit."

"Yeah," Taako said. "God, I'm gonna have to do like, a full investigation of this shit. What the fuck?"

"Maybe it was the birthday gods," Lup said because focusing on someone-maybe-tried-to-kill-Taako wasn't helping her any. That was a problem for tomorrow Lup, when Taako wasn't attached to an IV.

"It's not our birthday," Taako said, frowning.

"Yeah, it is," Lup said. "Barry got me a balloon."

Granted, she had left it with him in the waiting room, but it was there nonetheless. If anyone knew when her birthday was, it was Barry.

"Well fuck," Taako said, but he was grinning a little bit now. "What the hell is wrong with our birthday?"

"We'd be too powerful otherwise," Lup said. "They gotta nerf us at least once a year."

"You didn't go into anaphylactic shock," Taako said.

"We've got three more hours to wait and see," Lup said. She scooted her chair closer to the bed, propping her feet up against it. "Least we're already in the ER. Maybe we should just celebrate here from now on."

"I don't know if they book birthday parties," Taako said.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

to the incredible person who is going through literally every chapter in journal pages and leaving a comment: holy SHIT my dude!!!

[barry-j-blupjeans]

Ok, you don't have to answer all of these because there were too many good ones and I still ended up with 6 after trying to shave it down lmao:

3, 12, 18, 34 (there is a right answer btw lmao), 38, 40? :O

(weird writer questions - send some in if u want!)

now you've made it a challenge and i HAVE to answer all of them!!! I am gonna put it under a read more, tho, bc it's gonna be kinda long sdlkfs

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

My writing ritual is "oh fuck that's a Good Idea, I need to write it down!" and then instead of writing it down, I do the entire thing in one sitting. And if I don't get to it in one sitting, the chances of me finishing it are maybe 30% out of a hundred. I am getting better at breaks tho, so maybe my ritual still has a chance to change and actually work more than five percent of the time sdfsdf

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

Hmm! First one would probably just like... "I wish to have the patience and understanding to do all the research I need to do to make this good". Bc too often I shy away from things bc I don't exactly know what's happening and I don't wanna get it wrong. So I'd like to be able to learn better, please!

Second one would probably be "I wish to be able to write consistently" bc Wowza nothing kills the man (me) more than writer's block sldfsdf

Third, and final, I wish for Support. I crave validation consistently. Nothing makes me want to write more than validation /hj (and getting ideas when I should be sleeping sldfksd).

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

From Tedious Familiarity “Your name is Barry Bluejeans,” the coin said. “But unless you find ### somehow, your name is Sildar Hallwinter. Stupid name, I know. You probably get the refs, though, right? Sildar, like Silly’s Rockets? I think mom hated that awful toy as much as I did, we could never get it to shut up. And Hallwinter, ugh. You remember Mr. Hallwinter, right? Sorry, Doctor Hallwinter. Hate that guy, hate his class, hate his teaching. But lucky for you, Barry, hate is exactly what you’re gonna need for this mission. So until we’ve got all our shit sorted out, we’re gonna be Sildar Hallwinter.

This whole fic, but this paragraph especially, was based off an idea I had in like,,, December? That I never fully got to. The original work went a lil further into that name choice and also just built up a lot of resentment, not only towards the persona of "Sildar Hallwinter" but for what Barry's doing in the first place. Like he doesn't wanna spend all his time looking for Lup. But he's gotta and he's never gonna give up. Discord screenshots of those two bits are below:

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

I mean, I use it when I can? Like, if I'm listing things, the only reason I wouldn't put the comma is if things were obviously connected, like two people arriving together. So if Lup and Taako showed up as a pair, I'd put "Magnus, Merle, Lup and Taako". But if they showed up separately, or if they weren't meant to be connected in that scene I'd put "Magnus Merle, Lup, and Taako". Idk if that makes any sense sldfsdf

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

I mean, my whole process is wild lsdfsdf. As stated above, I usually try to finish everything in one sitting. Like, I will set at my desk for hours and crank out a 6k fic. I did once stay up for 24(ish) hours just to finish a 13k fic, post it without ANY editing, and then pass the fuck out. I barely ate or drank anything, which wasn't great sdlfsdf

Also just the fact that I can't write if I'm listening to something? Even just rain or anything besides my Room Noises, I will get too overwhelmed. I also tend to write too fast for my hands to keep up with, and end up skipping half a sentence and not noticing until I go back (if I go back at all).

Also also, I don't edit that much?? Or rewrite? With fanfiction at least. I feel like I should, because everyone else seems to, but if I'm writing a fic, I usually say what I want to say and there's maybe some rare moments where I'll rewrite a scene. Maybe I'll add/take away some bits but??? Idk! I don't edit or revise that much!

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

Struggled to find a poem small enough to not make this ask longer than it already is, but here's one I wrote earlier in spring:

the sun is a little bit brighter today than it was before i think just the idea of spring is enough to open my curtains every day we're deep into it now, the sun setting later with each passing night i wanna make flower crowns with the weeds growing back up in my garden i wanna plunk up a wishing flower and let it tear away before i've had the chance to think of a wish i think if i got the time, if i prepared ahead, i'd just ask for spring to last a little bit longer this year i was hibernating before, but now im awake and the sun feels so nice on my face

[barry-j-blupjeans]

forgot to upload ficlets to ao3 yesterady, sorry!! doing it now sdlfsdf