#sucky writing and titles are my thing

[blye-flower]

I don't even watch m!raculous lady bug like that so I could be wrong, I really hope I'm wrong, but why would they have it so lady bug and chat noir are partners throughout the series, and have it so Adrien is not even in the final battle of the series??? Like it's the series is called the adventures of lady bug and chat noir, but the focus is solely on Marinette and Lady bug that I feel like her sole partner is pretty much thrown to the wayside ://

[svt-rosalie]

. . . ♡ MAMA ! ? 🐚 2023 ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ moments! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

© 2023 , svt-rosalie rosalie masterlist!

warnings! mentions of anxiety, mentions of a passed family member, woozi and rosie being the cutest couple korea knows, speeches, sucky writing

MAMA 2023 was the award show to see if you are a Rosalie stan! She was nominated in four categories and stole the night, as she should! Rosalie won in all four categories she was nominated in, including; Worldwide Fan Choice, Best Female Artist, Song Of The Year, and Best Music Video.

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ROSIE’S BEST MOMENTS !

— rosie is the biggest extrovert and loves talking to the other idols! It causes a big of mayhem for her members but who cares? not rosalie.

— you can see rosalie at some points sneaking over to le sserafim’s seating spot and talking to all of the girls and laughing loudly that you almost hear it in the background

— on the first day when they were late, rosalie kept trying not to laugh at the realization and got caught on the screen and got very embarrassed

— rosalie was dancing to almost every single song preformed especially bouncy by ateez, that’s her ass shaking song come on guys

— she started crying when woozi gave his speech for album of year and had to be consoled by seungcheol. and then cried even harder at wonwoo and seungkwan’s speech wishing only the best for the boys.

— there was multiple times woozi and rosie were caught on screen talking and holding hands during random parts of the award show

— the screams that came afterwards were oscar worthy! yunjin of le sserafim was definitely not one of those screams

— rosalie was able to perform breathe with woozi playing the piano.

— she preformed in a beautiful light blue gown, her sister’s favorite color

— every time rosie won an award the boys were hyping her up so hard and embarrassing her so hard, it was so cute though to see her laugh and playfully scold them

— when rosalie won song of the year, she had jihoon come up as well to give a speech with her

— WOOZI’S SPEECH: “Breathe is a song of comfort. It’s a song that’s suppose to let you know that it’s okay, and that someone cares. This song is for Rosalie, a girl who continues to put on a smile no matter the circumstances! Ever since we met, she never went a day without laughing and trying to make other people feel happy, regardless of how she was feeling. She deserved to know that it was okay to be upset and to need a second to breathe.

I hope people will continue to find comfort in this song and support Rosalie till the end.”

— she definitely didn’t cry when she got home that night remembering his words

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ROSIE WINS SONG OF THE YEAR!

Rosalie was in her own world at this point, the award show had been going on for what felt like hours which in her case you can’t blame her. It was just one of those days where she would rather be cuddled up to her animals reading a good romance book rather than sit here, waiting for a event to decide if she or her group we’re good enough for the title of “Album of the Year”. But she was grateful, 2022 and 2023 had been a tough year and she was happy she was even nominated for a category.

Always her worst critic.

Though it was finally time for the ��Song of the Year’ category, one that she had been anticipating for a while . . . more like the whole award show. Rosalie was nervous and couldn’t help but clutch the person’s hand that was nexts to her, Jihoon.

Rosalie lets out a sigh of relief and her worries subside, for the mean time.

Then the (dreaded) words came from the announcers lips “Samsung Galaxy Song of the Year goes to….”

Rosalie didn’t know what she was stressing about. It was as if her brain couldn’t decide which thing to worry about the most; what if I don’t win, what if I do win and so forget my speech, what if I trip going up the stage, what if?

All of that seemed to fade away when the words “Breathe, Rosalie!”

Rosalie’s eyes widen comically and was captured on the big screen for all the other idols and fans to see (which they found adorable) she covered her mouth in surprise and walked up the stage never letting go of Woozi’s hand. This was just as much his award as it was hers. He wrote the song, he produced it, all Rosalie did was sing it.

Rosie made it center stage, right there for all eyes.

“Ahh, I don’t know what to say! I had a speech for incase I won but I didn’t think I would so i forgot it.” Rosie said pouting. Anyone could tell she was nervous, you didn’t need to be close to her to notice the shakiness in her hands as one held the golden MAMA award and the other holding onto Woozi like a lifeline.

Rosie took a deep breath in and out before continuing, “I never expected to get an award like this and I am so so thankful to CARATs and to everyone who stood by me and supported me and this song. This song is everything to me and I’m so glad it’s getting recognized for what it’s worth.”

Woozi stepped a bit closer to Rosie at this point and held her hand a bit tighter.

“There is one person I would like to thank from the bottom of my heart. . . my little sister who wished for this day with me. We would watch the award shows together when I had first debuted and she dreamed I would win an award like this for her one day.” Rosie looked up trying to avoid letting the tears roll down, and took another deep breath in . . . and out.

“She would say ‘Unnie! Please win a big award so I can brag to all my friends that I have the most popular older sister in the world!’ and at that time, I didn’t think it would be a reality. But here I am!”

The crowd screamed for her as she held up the award, Woozi letting out a chuckle beside her as she did.

“My little Sarang, My forever Valentine — I did it! Aren’t you proud of your most popular awesome sister?” She asked rhetorically looking up the roof of the building. Breathe, in . . . and out. “I’ll be sure to remember this day forever and make more music people can find comfort in it as I did. Thank you!”

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[auniverseforgotten]

I am snuffling in your inbox and nosing about the ao3 wrapped [writers edition]: 6, 10, 11, 15, 16, 26, 29, 30

WAHOOOOOOO WELCOME TO MY INBOX WOLFIE ask game is here for anyone who wants to do it or send anything in!

6. Favorite title you used?

HONESTLY THE SUCKY PART IS MY FAVORITE TITLE IS FOR A FIC I'M WORKING ON RIGHT NOW DFXCGV and I don't know if I can get the first chapter out tonight [I feel like it's not really countable unless it's ON ao3 since this is ao3 wrapped not writer's wrapped] so I'll use something else BUT WHEN IT GOES UP IT'S THAT ONE.

Anyway I would say prooooooooobably please god don't let this be my legacy just because it hits me hard and it feels so unfair that Salieri is the way he is like. THAT'S ALL FAKE. IT'S ALL FAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE ;A; at least Fate acknowledges it's rumors unlike Amadeus, the Rock Opera one, Pushkin, etc. NO HATE TO ANY OF THOSE I'm sure they're also good I'm just whining because he was SUCH A GOOD MAN and he deserved BETTER.

10. What work was the quickest to write?

I thiiiink it's either The Gospel Truth or Buon Compleanno!! (Sorry About Your Sleep). I know Buon Compleanno was one day bcus I was like OH SHIT SALIERI BIRTHDAY TODAY??? I just can't remember if Gospel Truth was the same. Included bcus I'd been floundering on the prompt I had for AGES, finally scrapped it, and boom out in a day or so.

Could also be From the Heart which I wrote to try and manifest Dantes and it DID NOT WORK though i do have him now.

11. What work took you the longest to write?

I feeeeeel like that's gonna be Do You Miss Us? because it had a lot of moving parts and also I was struggling on what to keep and what to leave. It mostly stayed the same is the thing, which is why I would count it over others. I'm not counting O Fortuna because that is the longest but it's also not complete.

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

I am taking ALL MY WIPS INTO NEXT YEAR with me NO WIP LEFT BEHIND though if we're talking published, O Fortuna. I do also have a WIP in the Enchanted Forest Chronicles fandom but I need to do a reread and rewrite the entire first chapter [and only one currently] because I don't really like how it reads anymore....I may just repost it so that people can have the old chapter if they like? Idk, it won't be for a while yet so I have time to think.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

To everyone's surprise, angst. That me it me it my brand my good ol tasty angst juice get it while it's gut-wrenching.

26. What’s your most common category?

M/M, not too surprising given that most of my writing is the composer blorbos sxdfcghv or the sad Irish blorbos or the sad Welsh blorbos. I WILL WRITE MORE LADIES I WILL.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I liked a lot of the lines I did, especially in saliama fics bcus there's so much to mess with there. But I would say the apocalypse from Requiem is big vibes for me. Context is the Russian Lostbelt ending and Salieri dies with it, instead of being added to the throne. He was called there to fix the Mozart issue, he fixed it, and now. There's nowhere for him to go. <3

For an apocalypse, it is a beautiful one. Mountains crack and crumble, massive sheets of rock glimmering out of existence right before they strike the shifting ground. Great cracks appear underneath the snow and ice, underneath the piano and his feet, hissing with fading magic. Salieri turns from the crumbling world around him to look at the stars, as one by one they lose their light. The moon shudders, cracks in two, and pours liquid light from the sky. Silvery and oh so cold, he watches it wash away mountains, buildings, battlefields all in one. Darkness chases the light, plunging the land piece by piece into eternal night.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Not to sound self-deprecating because I know that's how it sounds but uhhhh probably the fact that people wanted to read my fics? Like November of last year I was like oh man people like my fic enough to read them...that's so cool....and now I'm like OH MAN I'VE MADE FRIENDS WITH SO MANY COOL PPL BCUS OF THE BLORBOS.

I dunno. Every time I'm in a new fandom there's that feeling of I'm never going to be a good enough writer for this, why am I trying, and for a few bigger fandoms like Tolkien and Star Wars I never escaped that feeling so I stopped trying. But then you and other people in the Fate fandom really kept me going because you liked my work?? The reason I feel confident enough in writing the blorbos is thanks to all of you. ;w; Hell I have like seven transformers wips now because of Tea's encouragement [love u Tea]

And it's the same for pairings too, I've had a couple mutuals who REALLY boosted my confidence with writing fionndiar or beditris for example and it...really helps me keep going. I know the first rule is write for yourself but I like to share and it's so nice that people like my writing enough to read it and even nicer when they like it enough to let me know they liked it. ;w;

So what I'm SAYING is the biggest surprise was getting to know so many really nice people and making good friends. ;w; Yes yes the power of friendship I CAN HEAR YOU CACKLING FROM HERE WOLFIE.

THANK U SO MUCH FOR THE ASK <3

[medea10]

My Review of Cherry Magic

(short for: Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?!)

Note from the reviewer: Hi everyone! Sorry it's been several months since I last posted a review. It has been a hard and stressful time for me. I've had to endure a surgery, two infections, my younger cat having a heart attack and dying, a family member have her cancer come back, and this one condition of mine where I had symptoms plague me for an entire month. As you can see, I had no interest in writing reviews. Now that a lot of this turbulence has passed, I'm ready to get back into the swing of things. With all of that unpleasantness out of the way, let's get at it.

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When looking at this title, your first thought is this is an Isekai, a BL, and has a run-time of 5 minutes per episode.

As it turns out, this is a work-place comedy and has a normal running time of 22+ minutes. But it’s still a BL. That’s good enough for me!

Kiyoshi Adachi is 30 years old and still a virgin. Apparently, Adachi has acquired some weird power upon turning 30. Whenever he touches someone, he can hear the thoughts in their head. Adachi actually finds this power lame and also annoying in cramped places like crowded trains. One morning at his job, he accidentally brushed up against the handsome and charismatic employee, Yuuichi Kurosawa. Turns out, Kurosawa has a crush on Adachi.

Despite having some perverted thoughts about Adachi, Kurosawa really doesn’t act upon them. Yes, he invites Adachi over and yes, it’s a little odd that he has an extra pair of pajamas that are his exact size. But at least Kurosawa doesn’t do things to his crush that would chase him away. As for Adachi, this must be a big shock. But is he seeing this workmate in a new light? Could you even say that he may like Kurosawa?

BETWEEN THE SUB AND THE DUB: The sucky thing about BL animes is that the licensing company usually never dubs it. I know there are dubbed ones out there, but it sometimes feels like a why even bother looking. And I was ready to write this off as yet another BL anime that’s to be left alone. Crunchyroll released an English dub to this several months after the anime’s premier. When it comes to the sub, I’m glad I’m getting the opportunity to hear some of these men again. I only know the two main cast members for one big recent role and almost nothing else. So, this always helps me. Plus, this cast also has Makoto Furukawa and Ami Koshimizu. You cannot go wrong here!

Yes, there’s an actual female in the show. She was seen as a possible rival of love, but it just turns out she’s just a big shipper of Adachi and Kurosawa. Here’s what you might recognize these folks from.

JAPANESE CAST: *Adachi is played by Chiaki Kobayashi (known for Stark on Frieren and Yuu on Sing Yesterday for Me)

*Kurosawa is played by Ryouta Suzuki (Ishigami on Kaguya-sama and Ryouhei on Tsurune)

ENGLISH CAST: *Adachi is played by Daman Mills (known for Amethio on Pokemon Horizons, Monaka on DB Super, Yakov on Yuri on Ice, Osamu on Haikyuu, Shin on Misfit of Demon Academy, and Ginshi on Tokyo Ghoul :re)

*Kurosawa is played by Dio Garner

SHIPPING: I have to wonder about Adachi for a moment. I know it’s clear that he’s a 30-year-old virgin. But not every relationship is built around sex. My question is, has Adachi ever been in a romantic relationship prior to meeting Kurosawa? By the looks of it, he really didn’t show much interest in hanging around other people. Even a small group of coworkers make him a little tense. It might have to do with this recent power that he has. There was also a flashback of something that happened to Adachi. It didn’t end well obviously. But I digress.

Time to open up a bag of cheesy popcorn and talk about these two boys.

Kurosawa’s mind is essentially an open book for Adachi. He knows Kurosawa has a burning passion for him. But Kurosawa doesn’t try to act upon his biggest urges. He gets an opportunity to kiss Adachi, but just does a safe kiss on the forehead. Modesty or just trying to not to be so obvious. Halfway into the series, there’s a confession and an acceptance. Seeing them move fast even for a 12-episode series makes me wonder if this relationship is going to go further like them sleeping together. And with that said, what would happen if Adachi loses his virginity? Will he lose his power? Oh, but I’m over-thinking things here. I’ve got another ship to discuss here.

Wait, what?! Are we going down the Junjou-Sekaiichi route?

Tsuge is Adachi’s long-time friend. He’s a writer and surprise, surprise a virgin like his friend. And just like Adachi, Tsuge got hit with the supernatural as whoever he has skin contact with, he can read their minds. Tsuge winds up making friends with a delivery boy, Minato. I know the boy is only coming back to see the kitty Tsuge recently adopted, but we all know what’s up. Unlike Adachi and Kurosawa, these two had no interest whatsoever at the beginning. It felt like Minato didn’t really see Tsuge as a friend until it was close to the end of the series. And Tsuge was a bit quicker with his feelings.

ENDING: By the halfway point, Adachi and Kurosawa are an item and went on their first awkward date. What comes next? Total honesty! Yeah, Adachi has been holding a pretty big secret from Kurosawa and that’s him being able to read thoughts when there’s skin-to-skin contact. Adachi almost let the secret out on accident once or twice, but could pass it off as one of them being too drunk. On Kurosawa’s birthday, there was an event for work. Adachi invited his friend Tsuge and Tsuge invited his friend Minato. This is when Adachi learns that Tsuge recently got the same power as Adachi.

Okay, so I guess that means it’s just the same power of being able to read minds. That just means Japan’s got a mass horde of 30-year-old virgins reading people’s thoughts. But of course, it can only work if there’s skin-to-skin contact. Depending on your life, you could go your whole life without noticing you have this power. But I digress.

Another effect to the power is that Adachi and Tsuge are able to communicate telepathically. The boys learn that this power led them to someone they have feelings for. Of course, Adachi can’t enjoy this moment of clarity. Kurosawa sees the two boys standing together and got jealous. Jealousy is Kurosawa’s ugliest trait. He is jealous of nearly every person Adachi talks to. After Tsuge leaves, Adachi reveals to Kurosawa that he has the mind-reading power and has had it for a while now. Thankfully, it didn’t cause a rift in the relationship. Both boys seem to love each other just the same if not more so. Although, Kurosawa is a bit embarrassed knowing that Adachi has kinda been prying in his mind for a while now.

Okay, the big reveal for Adachi is already out in the open and there’s three or four episodes left. What now? Something kinda huge! Work life kinda comes in and sticks a wrench in things. The higher-ups noticed how much Adachi has improved as of recent. You can chalk that up to Adachi now being able to read minds and the side-help he’s been getting from Kurosawa. But the big bosses wanted to give Adachi an opportunity at one of their other branches in Nagasaki. And currently, they are in a different city. I honestly forget where. It really felt like Adachi had no interest in doing this and not just because of Kurosawa. So, he tip-toes around the idea by speaking to another colleague about taking up the opportunity or not. This did not sit well with Kurosawa when he learned about what Adachi did. Kurosawa was not only mad that he didn’t discuss this situation with him, but that he spoke with another coworker about it.

Meanwhile, let’s look at Tsuge’s situation. Unlike his friend, Tsuge is not in a relationship with Minato and there’s an air of uncertainty of whether Minato feels the same way as Tsuge. Plus, Minato has got other things on his mind like dancing. He has the chance to go professional and be in a dance troupe. Tsuge has been a real big supporter of Minato. He even got him to an important performance when his bike ran out of gas. This looks like things are going to end nicely. Ehhh…that was until Tsuge reveals to Minato that he had a bit of an ulterior motive for doing so much to help him.

This is where we’re at. Adachi and Tsuge have not spoken to the guys they like for a couple of days. Both for different reasons, but both for stuff they said and did. The Minato situation is that Minato couldn’t talk about joining this dance troupe as it was sudden and secret until the reveal, so boy’s been busy. Tsuge showed up at the debut with a gift of new sneakers and hell yeah, Minato wanted to see Tsuge. Both boys reveal how they feel about each other currently. It’s looking good.

As for Adachi and Kurosawa, Adachi is on the 10-day business trip to Nagasaki and Kurosawa is just miserable. Actually, both boys are miserable! They both said and did things that they regret over a work issue. It looked as though Adachi was ghosting Kurosawa until Kurosawa got a hand-written letter from Adachi. More can be said in a letter than in a text message. Kurosawa winds up making the long trip to Nagasaki and waited for Adachi outside his hotel. Not only are they made up, they look like they’re about to fuck. Did they?

Oh, yes ma’am these boys fucked. Huh? I wonder if Adachi or Tsuge have sex if their mind-reading powers will disappear. Oop, right on cue! Yeah, Adachi lost it. It’s a weird feeling, but I think most of his thoughts are of trying to open this new location in Nagasaki and wanting to be with Kurosawa. And…ooh, I’m too excited because the end result made me very happy.

Rings. Vows. FUCKING WEDDING WITH EVERYONE THERE! Happy ending!

Sorry, after watching Yuri on Ice all those years ago, I’m still going to lose my shizzle when I see two boys who love each other exchange rings. God, I miss the fuck out of that show. Oh well, at least I know that we will one day get the Yuri on Ice movie that has been promised to us that is on its way since 2017.

I am now receiving word from some random place that the Yuri on Ice movie has been dropped by Studio Mappa. FUUUUUUUUUUU-

But as for this series, I liked it. I might even pick up the manga to quench this thirst of mine. I’m wondering how a story like this continues as both of these boys are now happily married. Unless the story decides to cover more with Tsuge and Minato. I think I’ll just check out the live-action drama that aired in 2023. Yeah, believe it or not, the live-action came out before the anime. I see a lot of hype surrounding this particular title. It’s no surprise that a compilation film was announced immediately after the season ended. That’s sometimes a good sign that more content is on the way. I think those who are into BL anime, this might be a good watch. And for those long-time Yuri on Ice holdouts…I’m pissed off too. But maybe, take your mind off the anger and check this puppy out.

If you would like to watch Cherry Magic, Crunchyroll not only has the anime, but also the live-action drama as well.

[iloveyou-writers]

Hey Hannah! <3 I need some advice!

I know first drafts are supposed to suck, just get it out, make it exist, but I still get so scared of messing the story up? I love my story and my characters so much, it's so magical and warm when I daydream about the plot, I get so excited to reach certain scenes, but I'm scared that if I write it wrong or just not good then I'll lose that magic feeling and it'll just become a neutral thing to edit until it's read worthy. My sucky brain tells me there's only one first time to write the scene out, and I'm scared the excitement for those scenes will disappear once they actually come to exist on paper.

But I know this is such an unproductive way of thinking, since it's preventing me from actually getting stuff done. Any ideas how I can combat it?? xx

I'm not sure what works for others but the way that I combat being unsure is blasting music.

I have a very loud inner voice, so sometimes the only way to drown it out is putting headphones on and blasting out my ear with music that is louder than the voice so that I can focus on what I'm trying to do.

This will not work for everyone, so if anyone else has tips, please feel free to drop them here!

I have in the past had someone recommend calling your document "the worst version of [title]" so that it's like you're permitting yourself to be terrible, so that's another thing that's worked for some people.

[callipraxia]

So, ‘fun’ (loud whisper: not fun) fact about me: if the barometric pressure goes up, I tend to get rather awful headaches. They’re usually only about a three or four on the pain scale, nothing like the stress-induced migraines I used to get in high school, but they come with a whole host of other sucky symptoms and, crucially, do not seem to respond to medicine at all. They’re just there until they aren’t, leaving my coordination shot, my mental processing excruciatingly slow, my attention span next to non-existent, my perception of time completely divorced from the clock…etc etc. Not good.

I’ve been grappling with one all day today, and it’s only about 60% gone, which is why I won’t judge the quality of the writing idea I had earlier right now…but if these things have an upside, it’s that my thinking makes all kinds of strange connections it normally wouldn’t, providing interesting material to think about, if I am lucky and can remember anything about it *after* the headache….gotta start keeping a ‘try to remember to jot down headache thoughts’ notebook or something. In any case, today’s random connection was between “fountain pen ink colors voted into the Diamine lineup by the r/fountainpens subreddit in recent years” and “hey, I could make that the title of a one-shot!”

Three of the four I know about worked quite well. “Earl Grey” and “Writer’s Blood” both could go nicely enough with episodes of younger Ford, and “Sailor’s Warning” can be made to work for something at just about any point in the GF timeline. The only not-obvious one is… “Celadon Cat.” I know I spent several hours of my headache musing over what I could possibly make that one into. I do not remember if I ever came up with an idea, but anyone who can is welcome to it.

[creativenicocorner]

2022 Writing Retrospective

2022 was a very interesting year. It certainly went places. It was a year in which I took a slight break from Trollhunters, but also the year I first dipped my toes into writing Discworld fanfic, which has been an incredible and fun san box to play in so far, and I sincerely look forward to posting more. 

I’m also fine with admitting that I certainly didn’t write as much as I would have liked in 2022. But that was mainly due to getting a rather intense and draining job which left me with not as much energy as I would have liked. Because of that I found myself making piece with the concept of just writing with less perfectionism in mind...this might lead to not as much polished stuff published in the future...I’ve made peace with imperfections, and hopefully (while always striving to do as well as I can) I can also be less hard on myself when works are less than perfect when published. In short this might be the dawn of what a dear friend of mine titled “The Sketchbook Era” haha  

We’ll see 

2022 STATS 

2022 Total number of.. User Subscriptions: 14 Kudos: 261 Comment Threads: 85 Bookmarks: 56 Subscriptions: 69 (hehe) Word Count: 60,501 Hits: 4,230

Top five hits/fics of 2022:

1) Unbecoming 2 Electric Boogaloo 2) Trial Runs and Errors 3) Small Soppy Snippets 4) The Runaway's Gamble 5) The Start of a New Story

2023 Expectations? Goals? Some sort of word like that...

While I am no longer in a sucky soul destroying work place job, I have a lot of personal projects planned that I’m working on, and a number of ideas in mind to help further my own career. I hope I’ll be able to find a good balance this year between personal/RL situations, and this lovely hobby. I want to grow as a person, a better person, I want so many things for my future...but that can only be possible if I plant the right seeds, and be kind to myself along the way. 

There’s a number of Discworld fics I want to crank out, and personal HC and ideas I would love to share and explore. Especially the relationship between Sam Vimes and Moist von Lipwig, as well as the Sto Helit family. I think about them a normal amount lol

I’d also like to tentatively step back into the ToA world, but it’ll probably be more of a wiggling shuffle. It would be grand if I could manage to get a chapter of either Unbecoming 2, Alto Mare , or Terpsichore out (hell it would be phenomenal if I finally finish ACT I of Terpsichore!! But that’s shooting for the stars lol) we’ll see...no promises though  

I’d also like to return to some of my DnD character fics. Between the two DnD fics I have so far there’s a good chance I might be able to publish something for Come on Eileen! though the next chapter may or may not be just a full comic instead of posted in its experimental script form.

 I’d like to explore comic making more, especially with what I have planned in the more professional future.   

And that’s that on that I suppose! 

Thank you for reading this far, and happy 2023, may it bring softness and good fortune to all. 

Stay awesome out there

Best wishes

[hopeymchope]

On this Nintendo Direct day, I'm pondering how Sony's PlayStation division went from "amazing press conference events" to "sucky State of Plays"

I know Tumblr - and indeed, even myself - tend to be pretty radically anti-capitalism these days, and for good fucking reason. But right now I'm going to write about being an unapologetic consumer of marketing hype like a fucking shill, so I just wanna warn you in advance of that.

*AHEM* Today is September 14, 2023. Nintendo Direct time let's GOOOOO!!!!

Nothing will ever again be as HYPE as E3 conference presentations were at their peak, but Nintendo Direct is the closest we get these days, and today brings us another one. I feel confident there will be causes for most of the userbase to get excited during that show. But oddly, today ALSO is bringing a State of Play that is... almost sure to disappoint.

About E3: You see, in the days of E3's peak press conferences, it's hard to argue that Sony wasn't the best at that particular style of presentation. Obviously, they had famous fumbles like 2006's meme-inducing show — but it was usually Nintendo who had the most sleep-inducing E3 shows in those days. Sony managed to pivot most successfully when E3 transitioned from "industry trade show" to "mass-marketing event," whereas Nintendo was by far the least successful at ditching that "trade show" vibe.

My point is: You look at how Sony did their thing in the mid-2010s, and like... DAMN. People STILL talk in reverent tones about those 2015 and 2016 shows, but even 2013 and 2017 were powerful presentations to sit through. PlayStation even ran their own convention where they'd do utterly kickass stage showcases of their upcoming games A SECOND TIME each year - the sadly defunct "PSX," which happened towards the end of each year during its too-brief lifespan. Those presentations were ALSO fucking fire, albeit slightly toned down from their E3 shows. Sony's PlayStation division had this game on lock, not only in how the stage itself gave a grand feeling of scale but most especially in perfectly pacing out the reveals of mass-appeal titles, hardcore-geek titles, and more niche games that still managed to hold intrigue. They knew how to slooooowly reveal a game everyone would lose their minds over. They knew how to give people a buffer space after the cheering died down and let them take in something that would somewhat intrigue, maybe, but probably be more of an obligation before the next heavy-hitter smashed down.

But let's talk about where PlayStation's presentations are *today*.

I really, really want State of Play to offer the Nintendo Direct-level hype, but... Sony just utterly fucking sucks at this game. And maybe it's because they started the "digital presentation" trend, but somehow Nintendo has gone from "probably/possibly the worst at E3 showcases" to "EASILY the BEST at digital video showcases." Nintendo knows how to do the hype-ass editing where you go from a vague introductory statement to a black screen that slowly lights up to reveal some game that most of the hardcore userbase is gonna freak out over. Yet Sony can't seem to imitate that to save their lives.

PlayStation doesn't even seem to know (or more likely, doesn't care) what their hardcore users want — usually Sony shows us just one or, extremely rarely, two games that get the geeks talking. And a number of "Uh?" vagaries that are too early to really explain/understand. And some games very, very few people will care about.

Yes, of course Nintendo ALSO tends to include games that are extremely limited in their audience, but they know how to buffer and surround those titles with things that will appeal to certain significant demographics. PlayStation? Not so much. Which is particularly strange given how EXCELLENT they were are doing precisely that on live stages during the late PS3/early PS4 era.

In fairness, Sony usually at least knows what their biggest gun is. They knew that Resident Evil 4 remake was a big reveal. They still revealed it at the wrong time in their presentation and with a lack of buildup that felt pretty amateurish, but at least they knew it was a big deal and put it in an important slot.

But do I expect great things from Sony today? Not really, no. I suppose I should be grateful that they've progressively lowered my expectations to a reasonable level; I mean, I remember some people being disappointed by their E3 2017 show because 2015 and 2016 were so incredible. At least now, they've set me up to where, if they do a decent State of Play, I really *will* be blown away.

Here's hoping they surprise me. And I hope whatever your dream for the Nintendo Direct and/or State of Play is, it comes true for you.

[callipraxia]

This. And…I say that as someone whose first sustained piece of writing did, in fact, involve a thinly-veiled self-insert joining the Fellowship of the Ring.

I…sort of want to say “imagine that I took a deep breath and said that with my eyes closed,” but I’m honestly not even ashamed of it, lol. I was…either eleven or twelve, I was obsessed with the film of The Two Towers, and one day in chorus class, when my usual bullies were inexplicably doing something other than playing keep-away with my glasses (a whole other story), I somehow found out that another girl in the class was a) almost as friendless as I was at that age, and b) also really, really liked that movie. We ended up chatting and coming up with the premise that it would be cool if we were plopped into the Riders of Rohan scene for no good reason. Then I (desperate to repeat this novel behavior of “interaction with another student that did not involve violence being directed against my person”), in an unexpectedly fateful moment of confidence, started to write about it that night, so I could show her the results at the next meeting of chorus class. This would go on for over three hundred handwritten pages over the course of the year, ending in something it…suited us, anyway, to call “a novel.”

It was a nonsensical train wreck from start to finish. My friend wanted to marry Legolas. I proceeded to write almost four hundred pages on the subject of our adventures and her eventual marriage to Legolas, eventually mixing in another of my major interests of the time, which was Robert Jordan’s The Wheel of Time. Each day, my friend would read what I had - over the course of lunchtimes and times at home when I was pretending to do my homework and, often enough, in actual classes - written up to the beginning of each chorus class and would offer feedback and suggestions about what her character and Legolas should do next; as long as Orlando Bloom remained faithful and devoted to her, she didn’t care that I decided on a whim that we were writing in a multiverse (even though I’m pretty sure I didn’t know the word at the time) and that the powers of evil were making realities all around go “boing,” resulting in thinning boundaries that first explained why my friend and I had literally fallen from the sky into the middle of Rohan and then explained why the White Towers of Gondor and Randland just as illogically became the same place while simultaneously battling the forces of darkness. I don’t recall a lot of the plot after that point, but it ended with us and Legolas in a hot tub, reflecting on how great it was for us that reality had nearly collapsed, since it the worlds hadn’t merged, Legolas and my friend wouldn’t have been able to have a bunch of elf babies and I wouldn’t have been able to become Aes Sedai. Why was there a hot tub? Where did it come from? No idea! I guess it just seemed like a good idea at the time?

So yeah, that was my first completed writing project. I am 100% sure it was one of the most execrable things that a tree ever died to make possible. It didn’t even have a title, and I still hadn’t consistently broken this unfortunate habit I had when I was younger of forgetting that “of” wasn’t spelled with a v (I pronounced it “ov,” everyone I knew pronounced it “ov,” and I remember vividly what it was like to struggle, sometimes for minutes at a time, to think of any other way to spell it before I’d give up and just write “ov”). I didn’t learn to type until eighth grade and didn’t have the nerve to go online for a while longer after that, and the upside of those facts is that “The Tale Of How Me And My Buddy The Legolas Fangirl Joined The Fellowship of the Ring” was never posted anywhere and I thus possibly avoided internet infamy for producing it (to say nothing of how much suckier my sucky middle school life would have gotten if anyone had found out I writing fanfiction - this was back when the twenty-first century was still in single digits, and my middle school made the school from Mean Girls look like an over-the-top parody of a particularly nurturing Montessori kindergarten)….

And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I had a blast writing that thing - so much so that when my first friend moved on, I ended up starting a new series of…what at least began as LotR fanfictions (this time set twenty years after the films, featuring thinly-veiled, idealized version of me and Second Friend as a couple of princesses) but rapidly spiraled into our own little made-up world. I drew maps and tried to invent cultures (in pathetically weak attempts to imitate Tolkien and Jordan) and wrote nonstop for two years, producing two completed 400-odd-page handwritten manuscripts and the first two hundred pages of a third before we finished middle school and didn’t really cross paths again in high school. In ninth grade, now alone, I wrote really awful Harry Potter and Wheel of Time fics for a few months before a Harry Potter-based text roleplay basically ate my life in the second semester. My first few years at the RP also featured a lot of prose I don’t like to recall, and my attempts at plots and characterization were even worse…but the others in the group, either because they saw some glimmer of potential or were just really nice people, never gave me so much as a glimmer of a suspicion that they thought I sucked. Nor did they ever call me out on it when I began to clumsily improve by, uh, blatantly imitating them (since they were and are some darn good writers). And so I wrote, fumbled, wrote, fumbled…and, slowly, improved, to the point where I now, as of this March, have three novel-length fics I’m actually pretty proud of. None of them would win me a Hugo/Poe/Pulitzer/What-Have-You, but I would not feel cheated if I spent five bucks on something of equivalent quality at the dollar store. And if I die tomorrow, I’ll do so knowing that I entertained at least a couple hundred people, and that my work even meant something to a number probably in double digits. So take that and chew on it, Kelsey From Eighth Grade Who Mocked Me For Writing At All And Told Me I’d Never Amount To Anything….

…though that’s beside the point. The point of offering up the details behind 95% (I also write fan essays and used to write original poetry, both mostly unconnected to all this) of my writing-life autobiography was…I guess to echo the exhortation to show some grace to teenagers writing teenager things?

So, TL;DR - being a teenage fanperson is often a natural stage in the development of a writer, and I have a bunch of concrete examples to back up the assertion. Be nice to kids who are just having fun and not being jerks to or hurting anyone. They might improve and discover a lifelong passion, and even if they don’t, then at least they’ll enjoy themselves in a mostly harmless way and maybe have some fond memories to look back on one day.

Teen girls reading this, if you feel a calling to write fanfiction about a teen girl being transported to a fictional world, go for it. If you want to write about a teen girl being adopted by your favorite characters or joining the fellowship of the ring or becoming a knight, please do.

We should be encouraging kids to be creative and practice writing, an important life skill, not discouraging it because we find teens acting like teens to be cringe.

[redmeansdead]

[Opens up to a photo of a boy and ten girls who are his sisters around him; all except one of them are smiling.] Lincoln: [to the viewers] "Ever wonder what it's like to grow up in a big family? Well, don't let the picture fool you! It's not all sugar and spice. Don't believe me?" [He opens the door to reveal plenty of chaos going on caused by his sisters; such as a baby playing with pots and pans, one sister reading a poem, one sister dressed up like a mummy in some white cloth substance chasing another sister wearing a pretty dress who is screaming in terror, one sister playing Football in the house, one sister angrily chasing another grinning sister through the halls, and one sister playing on a guitar.] "Welcome to...the Loud House." [Depending on which version of the pilot you see, the title may or may not show up. Lincoln closes the door and stretches a little.] "Surviving in a big family can be challenging, even the little things, like getting a turn in the bathroom. Which is why I give you..." [as he speaks, a caption with the following words shows up] "Lincoln Loud's Three P's to go Poo and Pee. You're gonna need Patience, Perseverance, and most importantly, Problem Solving. With these three steps, you'll get into the bathroom every time." [starts straining] "Which is important. Especially if you wait until the very last second to go!" [busts out comic book] "Into the breach!" [Heads out the door]

Lincoln: "Luna? A little traveling music?" Luna: "You got it, bro. One, two, three!" [starts jamming on her guitar and fulfills her brother's request.] [Lincoln begins his journey down the hallway to the bathroom.] Lucy: "Hey, Lincoln, you wanna hear my poem?" Lincoln: "I do, but I have a pressing engagement." [His funny sister Luan stops him in his tracks.] Luan: ""Lincoln! Smell my new flower!" [squirts water from flower, but Lincoln ducks just in the nick of time.] Lincoln: "Ha! Did you really think I'd fall for-" Luan: [suddenly squirts water from a flower on her left shoe into Lincoln's mouth.] "It's not easy being this good." [laughs] Lynn: "Clear the track!" [Lincoln does a spit take and gets out of the way for Lynn.] Lynn: "Comin' through!" [plays a bizarre sport involving wearing a football helmet, riding a motorbike, and hitting a tennis ball with a hockey stick; crashes into wall.] "SCORE!!!" [Lincoln tries to continue but is stopped by his little sister Lola.] Lola: "Hold it, Lincoln. Play 'Fashion Photographer' with me!" Lincoln: "I would Lola, but I really have to-" Lola: "YOU PLAY, OR I'LL TELL MOM YOU WERE READING COMICS ON THE ROOF IN YOUR UNDERWEAR AGAIN!" Lincoln: [makes an embarrassed side glance to the viewers and then starts taking photos of Lola as she poses for the camera.] "Work the camera! Uh-huh! That's it! Show me what you got!" Lily: [walking in the background] "Poo-poo!" Lincoln: "Who's a beauty queen?" [enter Lola's twin Lana carrying a pile of mud in her hands.] Lana: "Lincoln!" Lola: "Hey! I'm working here!" Lana: "Check out my mud pie! It's nice and squishy!" [squishes it and smears it all over Lola's face.] Lincoln: [with too much pressure] "Gotta go!" [continues] Lucy: [out of nowhere] "Now?" Lincoln: "Still pressing!" [leaps over his little sister Lisa who is writing a mathematical formula on the wall.] "Don't forget to carry the 1!"[she glances at him] Leni: [trying to use the vacuum cleaner] "Does anyone know how to turn on this sucky thingy?" [turns it on but also vacuums up Lincoln's shirt and pants leaving him in just his underwear now.] "Got it!" [Lincoln is almost in the bathroom, but his oldest sister Lori cuts in front of him and refuses to let him in.] Lori: "Beat it, twerp." Lincoln: [hopping around] "Come on, Lori! No fair! I was here first!" Lori: "Well, I was born first!" [shuts herself in the bathroom.] [As Lincoln has to endure the pressure even longer, Lucy walks over.] Lucy: "It looks like you have time now." [commences poem] "My love is like water. Bursting forth. Like a dam breaking. All control lost. Water rushing, churning, turning landscape to mud. Time runs out. Water. I feel the impending doom. My love" [While she recites her poem, every word from it causes Lincoln to feel even more pressure and have to go even worse than before; suddenly, Lily walks by with a full diaper and the stink nauseates Lincoln.] Lincoln: "Ugh! Could clear a room!" [gets an idea] "Could clear a room! Time to put the third P: Problem Solving into action."

[In the bathroom, Lori is applying lipstick until she hears Lincoln opening the door.] Lori: [irked] "I said I was-" [suddenly sees something horrifying and gasps.] "What are you doing with that?" [The door closes and whatever is occurring cannot be seen, but it only causes Lori to panic.] Lori: [terrified] "Lincoln, I'm warning you! Keep that thing away from me! Lincoln! LINCOLN!" [opens the door and runs out in horror.] "AAAAHHHH!!!" [Lincoln comes out wearing the vacuum's nozzle like a gas mask and Lynn's football helmet for protection; his other sisters look on in bewilderment and Lincoln reveals that he held Lily's dirty diaper by Lynn's hockey stick as a way to chase Lori out of the bathroom.] Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lola, Lana, and Lisa: [elated] "YAY!!!" Lucy: [nonchalantly] "Yay..." [A giggling Lily scurries across the hall now naked; Lincoln then tosses his literal baby sister's soiled padding into the trash.] Lincoln: [wrapping up] "Like I said, surviving in a big family can be challenging. But it's not impossible. Now, if you'll excuse me...pressing engagement!" [closes door to finally use the toilet.] "AWW, YEAH! WOO, SWEET RELIEF! WOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!!! [notices something] "Hey! We're out of toilet paper! Guys! There's no toilet paper! Someone! Can someone bring me a new roll?!" [Unfortunately for him, his sisters are causing too much of a ruckus in the hall to hear his pleas.] Lincoln: "CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?! ANYONE! PLEASE!!! HELP!!!" [The title card for the show and its creator, either the original design or the final version for it, pops up for the Loud House.]

this is retribution sent down to me for the crime of sending my brother as much of the bee movie script as would fit into a tumblr ask and making his blog glitchy as fuck for about a month after he answered the ask

[lieutenant-amuel]

Do you have a favorite chapter in your Gabe fic?

First I want to say I’m not going sentimental with this answer by saying “I love all my chapters equally, this story is so important to me after all <3” because I’ll be lying if I say it. There are chapters I don’t like, there are chapters I enjoyed writing yet I’m quite indifferent to them as stories and the other way around when the chapter itself is great but writing it was painful.

In the whole I do love this story, and I think everyone has already noticed it. But I obviously don’t like every single thing about it and if I had a chance to change some details, plot elements, or anything, I probably would (although no, I actually wouldn’t).

Anyway, to answer your question, it’s actually quite complicated because I do have several favourites x) I think objectively my best chapters are the ones that have two parallel storylines (plot A and plot B) whereas “linear” chapters are usually weaker because I tend to put too much stuff into it (The Fencing School and The Chess Elective are quite good examples of it. Although I love Frida’s arc in both chapters). But with some exceptions of course.

One of my favourite chapters is The Nameless Girl. I love both Gabe and Valerio’s stories there, I revealed a very important part of Valerio’s backstory and illustrated his positive side that he hadn’t showed in a long time, I introduced new characters who are very entertaining to me, it has good action and is quite adventure driven (Gabe’s story). Plus, I think this is quite a good ending for Gabe’s short storyline of realizing that solving the hideout mystery did more harm than good for him which was mostly for the reason he hid it from his friends and tried to do it alone. And I do love the scout camp setting.

Another favourite is Questions and Answers (despite the fact it has a sucky title). I did a good job with symbolism and paralleling Gabe and Valerio’s stories, both of which are also very good and I love them. It has a great scary story The Man in the Cloak, it has good humor, action, and a mystery with the riddles Gabe heard in the pyramid (they all are foreshadowings, if you try to solve them, you’ll pretty much figure out the core plot events). It has an absolutely fantastic scene of Valerio’s breakdown that I was extremely excited to write, and after my friend pointed out the flashback transition of Valerio closing and then opening his eyes, I started to appreciate it more too because it actually turned out very nice.

The Secret Hideout as a beginning of the best storyline (in my opinion) this fic has so far. Once again it has two plots, and they both are great. I created my own cipher for this chapter which marked the beginning of me enjoying it so much I created at least five more different ciphers that I probably won’t even include in the story. I expanded Avaloran Royal Guard system because I always thought a lot about it even if my headcanons basically have nothing to do with the canon. Both the ciphers and the Royal Guard are important parts of WBTL “worldbuilding”, and I’m actually pretty proud of myself for creating the sort of my own lore for this story. I’m repetitive but the fact that Gabe’s story is quite action driven in this chapter also makes me enjoy it.

The Eagle and the Crow is great for shedding light on Emilio’s story and making him more sympathetic which is important given he used to be the main antagonist for quite a long time. I showed his emotions, his struggles and tried to explained why he treated Valerio the way he did. I don’t know how I can explain why I love it but the entire scene of Emilio and Valerio meeting for the first time (starting with Emilio hesitating to open the door to the staffroom because he’s not sure whether Valerio has arrived already and ending with Emilio overhearing Valerio and Señor Murillo’s conversation). I don’t know it just was extremely entertaining to me to write how their relationship originated and it also has quite many lines that I personally find funny (“I don’t chuckle after every sentence” *chuckles*, “my favourite colour is green”, “this stupid game with those stupid questions”). The last scene of the flashback where I integrated short words into the narrative to illustrate how Emilio’s interest towards Valerio arouses (observation - concern - suspicion - goal) is probably one of the most powerful scenes I’ve ever written. The very first scene where Valerio reveals details of his past to Emilio is also great, and I’ll always be proud of this short fragment where Valerio describes what it felt like to be burnt.

That unforgettable feeling of the flames melting into your skin and spreading the burning pain from deep within your body. So, the only thing left for you is to scream. But you can't. As your lungs are squeezed by a suffocating embrace of smoke that doesn't let you take a single breath of fresh air. Yes. That's impossible to forget.

And how can I not mention the story The Eagle and the Crow. This is a metaphor of Valerio and Emilio, and I think this is very smart. Anyway, Emilio and Valerio’s relationship is absolutely fascinating to me so writing it (and reading about it too) always brings me joy.

And I think that’s it. I know you possibly asked me for one chapter but at this point I actually cannot choose between those four x) They all embody different aspects of this story that I absolutely adore, and I really wish to make more chapters of the same quality in the future.

As for other chapters, I love them too to a greater or lesser extent.

Some of them are very close to my most favourite chapters, I also find them great but they’re more chill and it makes them less exciting in my opinion. Those are Día de los Muertos, A Burglar, The Last Ship (although this chapter is just filled with different symbols and foreshadowings for Valerio’s story so I think I’d put it higher in my list), The Scout Camp, The Past Is In The Past, and the latest chapter The First of September.

Some have great concepts but I personally don’t like how they’re written in a stylistic sense (to put it short they’re just sucky written but are good stories, and well, it’s fixable so I won’t be too harsh on them). Those are The Essay Topic and The Chess Classes.

Some are great but as I mentioned above, include too many scenes which makes them overwhelming and quite difficult to summarize and navigate through (even I, the author, sometimes forget which chapter includes a certain scene). Those are The Fashion Show, The Fencing School, and The Chess Elective.

Some are good (but not great lol) story wise but are written poorly. Those are A Trip To Maarswik and Gabe’s Birthday.

Some are bad and nothing can help them but they were a base for the future chapters so I cannot remove them and am learning to appreciate them lol. Those are A New Beginning and The Long-Awaited Letter.

And some have an honorable mention because I now have conflicted feelings about them x) Those are the first three chapters: A Tale of the Dragon Slayer, The Baking Disaster, and The Olaball Practice. They were meant to show some of my Gabe headcanons but atmosphere wise they’re extremely different from the rest of the story so I think if I were an actual writer, I’d just create a separate collection of short stories to illustrate how Gabe’s childhood, without a bunch of my original characters and complicated plots, looked like (because I do have a few more ideas that have nothing to do with the main plot and I plan to put them somewhere in the beginning if I write them).

Anyway, as I was saying, I do love this story in the whole. My main issue about some chapters is just the way how they’re written whereas plot wise they’re absolutely great and I wouldn’t change anything about them. They’re the part of the established story and of the story I genuinely love (although now when I often come back to the old chapters, I can clearly see why nobody read it lol). But well, ugly descriptions and awkward dialogues can always be fixed as I keep writing and gain more experience in this field so I really don’t want to be harsh on myself. The story itself is good, and I think this is all that matters.

Thank you for this ask! And sorry for giving such a long answer ajhdnfjfk.

[nightmarenova-writer]

~Story Drabble Time Pt. 6~

(P.S. this is something of a draft for my project that I briefly mentioned in my pinned comment, I kinda impulsively decided to type this down because its been driving me a bit crazy due to how much I could work with this. And since by the time March comes around, this’ll be my 2nd year of constant and detailed planning with taking stuff out and putting stuff in. And I’m hoping by next year or by December I’ll have enough to start posting my stuff. BUT there is one important detail with my project. It’s actually a large scale fan-fic that’s gonna have roughly 10-11(?) parts or “installments” so if that isn’t your thing then you don’t have to feel obligated to read these okay? If its not your cup of tea, then no hard feelings. Also just a heads up my grammar might be a bit sucky. Even as a native English speaker my grammar does go down when I don’t write for a while! But I hope you enjoy this! Without further ado, lets get to it!)

— Also while this isn’t a story, and rather a poem/riddle this is something cannon that will have relevance to the entire story. And it will also show a small part of my Oc’s personality, that when needed she can, and will be cryptic at times. Especially when it comes to certain installments.

And since this is cannon to my story, and will be used. I’m going to give it a title, or name holder just so it can give you a tiny hint of one of my installments. If any of you are able to guess it then I give you all my praise and kudos since its gonna be hella hard to guess without the context that I know. Best of luck if you want to though! :D —

~Wildcard~

What is it that I see?

From one outsider looking in,

a person on the outskirts, defining.

What is it that you see?

A heart? A spade? A diamond? A club?

One calling to another, true answers will you find.

The truth you seek so clear,

yet clouded by semblance.

Your pursuit, soon ending.

Your question, near unraveled.

Your answer, well-nigh within reach.

All you need now, is to find me.

For the power I hold, is one I do not give freely.

May you defy the odds, and your rebellious hearts lead you onto me.

[pomrania]

Okay. There's a bunch more games in the now-current compilation (which makes sense as it was for multiple days), and I'm actually now getting around to things. Let's go.

The Case That Went Disco by @ninefourzerozero Listen, the "parts of one guy's self, each with different opinions and vocal about them" was my favourite bit about Disco Elysium, and I always love when I see on my dash stuff that takes that concept and applies it to different things. But aside from "concept", I like the mechanics bit here where if a skill loses influence, it gets discarded and a new one takes its place, it's just really neat.

Extremely Tiny Frog Wizards by @prokopetz As someone who's read all official versions of the actual game -- even played it once or twice -- it's fascinating to see how it looks when cut down like this. Especially when that abridging was done by someone who's not only intimately familiar with the base game (because they wrote it), but also has a high level of skill when it comes to technical writing.

Get Me Pictures Of Spider-man!!! by @iridium-bat It's always fun to see stuff people draw in a very short time limit -- even funnier if they're actually decent artists normally, because then you have the contrast of "what they can do with enough time" vs "what they can manage with thirty seconds" -- so I approve of this just on general principle.

In Every Generation by @tsuyoshikentsu I know I'm prolly missing a lot of background stuff here, but there's one thing I'm absolutely qualified to talk on, and that is how I like the mechanics. "Varied degrees of (potentially) improving a roll, for stuff your character is skilled at" is a pretty common concept, for the very good reason that it's, well, very good; but I haven't as often come across stuff where that's implemented as being able to reroll different levels of sucky rolls, depending on how good your character is at it.

Lighting Candles by @i8sigmapi This is a game I would never be able to play, because of my various issues -- not the issues alluded to in an earlier post in this thread, different issues this time -- but I'm glad that it exists; coming up with the problem, then saying how things get better.

Mailbox of the Demiurge by @infimace-blog The introductory paragraph made me giggle, that alone would earn it a place on this list. I also enjoy things with "when all you have is a hammer" problem-solving, and solving the collateral damage from said problem-solving. …also I'm not quite certain this is EXACTLY what "the Demiurge" means, historically, but a) fiction and b) leads to a nice flow of words for the title.

Res Publica by @orthernlight I'm only putting this on the list because I'm at full relevant energy at the moment and thus am okay with writing up more 'liminal' stuff. Because this game does not appeal to me; HOWEVER, I'm POSITIVE that for someone with a background or interest in ancient Rome, it'd be hilarious.

Trivia Heroes by @crackerjackalope I just really like how the concept behind it, is something I'd never come across before, but it makes so much SENSE; where you determine your character's strong points by assigning them to categories which you as the player feel more confident in. A nice form of "player skill determines in-game success", and I can easily imagine adapting it to things other than "trivia topics". I always love coming across shiny new ideas and concepts.

That's everything from the 5-8 November compilation! And it only took *mumble* days.

If you don't already know, @prokopetz is hosting a thing this month, where people are making 200-word RPGs. Here's some I thought were cool, and my commentary on them; in order of how they showed up in daily compilations. Disclaimer that I'm finding these entirely based on the compilation posts, which only show the title and the creator, so there's a chance I'm missing something I'd thought was really cool, simply because I didn't remember what it was called.

Bun Chaos by @nyalaholic This one just seems delightful. I always love stuff where the literal premise is "you are little creatures, and causing problems on purpose"; and everyone loves "stats that rhyme" (or at least I do, and that's what's most important when we're looking at my opinion). A thing I particularly thought was cool, was using a d20 to put a "time limit" (really more of a "rounds limit") on the game. Also, how the points are for the group total, because what really matters is "how much chaos was caused" and not "who did what".

Crushing It by @writemeasandwich I would never play this game myself, because folding paper into any shape more complicated than a basic paper airplane, makes my eyes glaze over, and also I have slow reflexes. However, I am glad that it exists, and it seems like it would be tremendous fun to watch; probably also to play, for people who don't have my particular issues. I enjoy the bit about "more dots shown is better, unless it's the most dots shown, in which case you want to avoid it".

Knock Knock, Cthul-Who's There? by @bookoramaenderteeth This one goes on the list because I absolutely ADORE the premise, it's just so GOOD. And also I like the mental image of just calling up some unrelated person and having them listen to the stuff you came up with.

Raccoons and Goblins by @kaninchen-reblogs Honestly pretty much ANYTHING where you play as raccoons and goblins would prolly make it on here. The gameplay seems pretty generic, which, there's only so much you can put into a thing when you're limited to 200 words, but 'generic' also means 'functional' (absolutely not a given with these kinds of weird games). Within that though, I love how the "goblin" actions all start with G, and the "raccoon" actions all start with R; incredibly basic stuff that just makes my brain happy. I like the bit about most of the 'actions' you choose are from your own list, plus one from the other list.

VAMPIRE DANCE FLOOR (not sure if it's supposed to be all caps, or if that was just to emphasize the title) by @danacarajb First off I always love stuff where there's various 'traditional' monsters; that's like a cheat code for my brain. But aside from that, the STRUCTURE of this is fascinating, how each type of monster has a different win condition, and WHAT the win condition is for each of them; they're all things that make sense for that type of monster, AND work within the mechanics. I think this is my favourite of the games from the first day, but I genuinely can't say how much of that is from its own quality, and how much is because it aligns with my tastes.

And I think that's where I'll stop for now, to post it, because I don't want this to just stay forever in my "I'll finish it eventually", and also there's a nice clear cut-off point of "this is the stuff from the first day".

[blossom-hwa]

Happy 5 Anniversary 🎉🎉🎉 for the drabble game Eric + lifeguard au

thank you for the request! I often see you in my notifications with your reblogs, so thank you for all the support as well :) I hope you enjoy this!

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

(let it be known that I’m not familiar with lifeguarding at all... I just kinda searched up lifeguard horror stories and came up with this. apologies if it isn’t accurate!)

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Title: Lifeguarding Nightmares

Pairing: Eric x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 692

Warnings: mentions of drowning, cursing

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By the time you get off your shift, you think you might be seeing red, and not in a good way. You ignore Juyeon’s concerned look as you exchange places with him on the lifeguard chair and set off across the pool deck, slamming the door to the office open then shut behind you. 

“Woah, woah!” Someone grabs you by the shoulders and you nearly flip out right then and there before you realize it’s Eric, just Eric. A bit of rage drains out of you just at the warmth of his touch, of the concerned look he’s leveling at you. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

Your words come out more like a screech and a sob rather than actually words. “I fucking hate this job!”

In silence, Eric wipes away the tears you didn’t even notice had begun flowing down your cheeks and sits you down in the hidden corner you all use for mental breakdowns. “Tell me about it.”

Between an angry mess of tears and whispered rage and sobs, you tell your boyfriend about the terrible day you’ve just had. Two kids pretending to drown. A third kid who was actually drowning whose parents were only found after you rescued her, chilling with stupid snacks at the stupid concessions stands. More kids running around the deck, more parents asking why their too-short children couldn’t go on the slide, someone vomiting on the deck...

“Okay, I don’t hate this job,” you say when you’ve finally calmed down, Eric still studiously wiping a few last tears from your face. “It’s fine. But holy shit, today was just...” You trail off, too tired to come up with the words to describe it. 

“I get it,” he says quietly, dabbing the last of the wetness from your eyes. “It’s okay.”

You lean your head on his shoulder, brain spent. For a minute you just sit like that, breathing in tandem, letting the headache of your day slowly begin to fade away. 

“Sorry,” you eventually mumble. “I’m just so tired. How was your day?”

“Not bad,” Eric replies, and from his voice you know he isn’t pretending - it really wasn’t bad. You huff a little sigh. At least one of you had an okay day. “I think the most interesting thing was some kid throwing a tantrum about not being tall enough to use the big slide, but his parents were reasonable about it.”

“Would it were that the adults in my section were as easily reasoned with,” you mutter. 

“Yeah.” He snorts a little laugh. “I don’t know how some of these people actually grew up.”

“God, for real.” You groan. “Sorry for crying all over you.”

“I was going to ignore the first time you apologized, but since this is the second time, I’m going to address it.” Eric pulls you up and gives you a playful stink eye. “I know you suck at thinking about yourself, but you don’t have to apologize for everything. Your day was sucky and it’s understandable that you had this reaction to it. I told you already that I’m always here to listen to you, and I mean it.” He holds up a hand as you open your mouth to speak. “And don’t you dare apologize for apologizing.”

You close your mouth, smiling sheepishly. “Oops.”

Eric grins. It makes you feel a little bit better. “Are you still feeling up to dinner tonight?” he asks. “We can stay in instead of going out, or cancel altogether.”

Your first instinct is to say no, it’s fine, we can still go out, but maybe Eric has actually instilled a bit of self-servingness in you because you think twice. While you don’t want to cancel your plans altogether, you’re not sure you feel up to eating in public with a whole bunch of other people around you. Not now, and probably not later, either. “Can we do takeout?” you ask quietly. “I’m still feeling kinda tired.”

“Sure.” He squeezes your hand. “Let’s go home, yeah? A shower will probably help you feel better.”

“Yeah.” Your smile grows a little wider, and this time, it doesn’t feel like a chore. “Thanks.”

[slutzandcuckz]

Title: So Much For Being Quiet

Rated M 18+ (MINORS ARE NOT WELCOME TO READ OR INTERACT WITH THIS POST. MINOR AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED)

Content Warning: all characters are 18+, izuku x femme!reader (gender-neutral language used, reader has breasts and a vagina), undetermined relationship (they really like each other though 🥺), exhibitionism? (they fuck in front of other people), implied voyeurism, oral (izuku), hand job (izuku), frottage/grinding (reader), cum play, slight nipple play (izuku), pet names (i.e kitty and baby), overuse of the word fuck, probs some editing errors, idk lemme know if there’s anything I missed, I hope it’s not rushed I got antsy to finish 😩

Estimated Word Count < 1900 * I edit my writing too often to commit to a static number 🥴

“Shh,” he giggles, petting the back of your head. “They’re going to hear us.”

That’s easy for him to say, he doesn’t have an 8-inch penis shoved down the back of his throat. The gurgling and sucking and retching is so loud, it’s a wonder how you’ve gone unnoticed thus far.

It’s movie night, an occasion designated for every Friday evening. Everyone is scattered about Momo’s living room, all seemingly having fallen asleep during your movie marathon. Kirishima and Denki are cuddled in little makeshift cots on the floor, Urahaka has a couch all to herself, Momo retreated to her bedroom awhile back, and Bakugo is on the far end of the sectional you and Izuku are occupying—er— well Izuku is occupying, you’re kneeled on the floor in between his thighs. It’s super risky getting frisky with Izuku with all your friends around like this, but fuck is it hot. Izuku has a hold of the back of your head and is thrusting into your throat unabashedly. His eyes keep flittering between your teary-eyed dick-filled face, and the slumbering bodies around him. It’s so sexy to see his eyes flutter shut from pleasure only to widen and search for the source of any unanticipated noise. Your thighs keep rubbing together in an attempt to ease the throbbing. Any chance you get to release your hold on Izuku’s hips, you bring a hand down to rub your engorging clit.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he whines, a little too loudly for someone having shushed you just a moment ago. So much for being quiet.

Your mouth abandons his dick for your hands to take reign. “Shh. They’re going to hear us,” you mock. You alternate between loose languid strokes and tapping his sticky tip, massaging his balls all the while. It’s so cute how he shudders and moans, biting his lip in an attempt to stay quiet, but he’s doing such a sucky job. Luckily everyone seems to be sound asleep, although Bakugo has shuffled around a few times. Nevertheless, you and Izuku are clear to keep fooling around, and you take full advantage of that.

You love to tease him, especially in situations like this when it’s probably best to speed things along. You two have been fooling around for the better part of five months now and it never gets old. He gets so flustered and restless, but is too sweet to demand anything of you—that is—until he’s had enough. And you love getting him to that point.

He shoots his hips up searching for more friction, but you snatch your hands away and swat at his thigh, whispering for him to be good. He settles down for a second or two when you continue to stroke him before growing frenzied all over again. You play this game of swatting him and kissing his tip when he gets out of hand, but he comes to his breaking point pretty quickly. The moment you go to release your grip from around him again, he wraps his hands around your own and fucks up into them. His face contorts in pleasure and his head can’t stay up right for more than a second at a time. He’s drooling a little and his muscles are bulging from exertion. God, he looks so hot when he loses control like this, you can’t take it.

It takes a bit of pulling, but you finally release one hand from his hold. He growls from the loss, but quiets when you make no effort to remove your other. Your freed hand digs beneath your shorts and panties to frantically rub at your clit.

“Fuck,” you drawl.

As much as you both attempt to stay quiet, you fail miserably. Slick wet noises echo throughout the room, and your stifled whimpers teeter into uncontrollable moans. You both stare longingly at each other, completely enamored by the other's pleasure.

God, you are so pretty. Your chin is covered in drool and your lips are swollen from sucking his dick. There are dried tears running down from your lash line and your lashes flutter so gently across your cheeks. You look like an angel. He could stare at you forever. He really hopes he can do that.

“I’m going to cum,” he whispers, chest heaving.

You abandon your clit and regroup your hand with the others to help finish him off. With each stroke increasing in speed he grows more and more tense, spine arching as though he is being summoned by the heavens. You wait with bated breath for the inevitable explosion.

“Please, Zuku, wannit,” you beg, “Want your cum, please!”

“Fuuuuuuck—” Despite the orgasm that rages through his body he still attempts to be quiet. He’s cumming so much, thick gooey globs run down your hands with each hard flex of his dick. He’s so pretty like this: body flushed red, sweaty, and slowly sinking into the couch. He looks so dazed and content. He makes your pussy clench. You continue to stroke him through his orgasm, his hot steely dick gradually softening with each pull, sweet little giggles escaping his lips ushering you to stop before his balls run dry.

There’s so much cum; you have to play in it. You take the liberty to massage it into his skin, sliding it across his inner thighs, making sure to drag it through every curve and dip of his lower abs, even traveling beneath his shirt to pinch and tug at his nipples. It’s calming and distracts you from the throbbing between your legs. Still attempting to catch his breath he says nothing, allowing you to do what you please. Despite how messy it is, it does feel good; he could probably fall asleep like this, if he didn’t notice your squirming.

You’ve soiled your panties and sleep shorts, bottoms mushy and uncomfortable. Rubbing your thighs together really isn’t cutting it anymore. Everyone is still asleep. There’s still time to do more, if he wants, though he looks pretty tired. As much as your loins burn for release, you can sleep happy with your sexual escapade ending here.

You stand from the floor and turn to find the restroom, only to be stopped by Izuku’s firm grip. He lifts himself up from his slouched position and digs his thumbs into the sides of your shorts and panties, yanking them down to your feet in one hard pull. You eagerly step out of the clothing, excited you get to cum too. Your ass is grabbed and jiggled and prodded by Izuku’s large hands, before he pulls you to straddle his hips. His shirt is lifted and tucked beneath his armpits to reveal more of his abs as he sinks back into the couch. He settles his hands back on your hips and pulls you further along his abdomen.

His voice is so soft and gentle. It makes you gush how sweetly he speaks to you. “Grind that pretty pussy on me, baby.” He pats your butt to urge you along and hums when you follow his instruction. “Wanna see my kitty cum.”

With pleasure. His abs are cut like fucking diamonds, and they’re still nice and gooey from his cum. You start out slow and controlled, hands resting against his shoulders for leverage. Your hips swivel and swirl, exploring his flexed muscles. He can feel your hole clench and releases slick with every pass. Your clit is so hard and the sound is so wet. He can’t decide whether to look at your face scrunch in pleasure, or your hips glide over his body—either image is perfect.

It doesn’t take long before your hips pick up speed. Seeing him beneath you, submitting himself to you, allowing you to use him like a fucking sex toy, it drives you absolutely wild. And he looks so dreamy with his half-lidded gaze, and dumb flexing muscles; the way he looks like he could devour you at any moment. He takes such good care of you and makes you feel so safe. Everything he does is perfect and he makes you feel so good. Fuck.

You come to that inevitable crescendo that just keeps growing and growing and growing. It feels so good you can’t keep yourself upright anymore. Your arms give out and your chest collides with his own. You wrap your arms around his head to keep you grounded. His head wiggles atop your shoulder to keep sight of your fractic humping. He takes a hand-full of your ass in each hand, pushing and pulling you along his body.

“Yes, baby,” he coos into your ear. “Fucking use me. Grind that pussy against me—just like that.”

You do a much better job at staying quiet than he did, with your cute little whimpers and moans and fucks and babys.

Your hips are moving so fast. Each pass brings you closer and closer. It’s coming so fast you feel blindsided.

Fuck, fuck, fuck—

“Fuck!”

Your orgasm ricochets through your body, chest shooting up and hips stuttering with a fresh gush of cum. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you body seizes as if you are being electrocuted; you’d maybe even go as far to say that is exactly how it feels. Despite your incapacitation, Izuku continues to rock your hips against his body, absolutely enamored by the ferocity of your release. This image will be engraved in his brain forever.

Your body eventually relaxes and Izuku gradually stops guiding your hips, alternately caressing and petting your skin, cooing about how well you did. Your chest is heaving attempting to capture air into your lungs. You’re a bit disoriented and your arms feel like jello, but you’re able to plop yourself back on to Izuku’s chest. He laughs, finding it funny how fatigued you are.

“Dun lava me” you slur completely pooped and on the verge of asleep. The soothing strokes to your back do no favors to keep you awake.

“I’m sorry you’re just so cute.”

You hum. You can definitely agree with that.

He allows you both to just sit and gather yourselves, although you should get up before someone wakes up and sees you like this. You’re both completely bottomless, and neither of you have announced whatever it is you two have got going on.

“Come on, cutie,” he pats your butt. “We gotta get cleaned up.”

“Okay,” you mumble, and reluctantly lift yourself from his body and the couch. Izuku follows suit, then pulls you close to lock your lips and massage your tongues together. The kiss is longer than it should be considering you’re both standing half naked in the middle of the living room, but you made it this far without getting caught, what’s a couple more minutes of passionate making out gonna change?

The kiss comes to an abrupt stop when a gruff, tired, and annoyed voice rings in the air.

“You idiots done yet?”

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[usmsgutterson]

Sanktis Phantomma

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Okay, first things first, the title is the way it is because I didn’t want to write a female reader, to be honest. I wanted to keep it gender neutral but there aren’t any gender neutral terms for saints other than to say it in English, so I just sort of made it up? I’m sorry if thats offensive, and if it is, let me know and I’ll change the title!

Also, some context because I wrote a prologue and then google docs fucked around and deleted it--the reader is Genyas sibling

Fic warnings- water is present in most of these fics because the reader is a Tidemaker. Suffocation, drowning, and SOC canon-typical violence is depicted in this fic as well. As far as chapter specific warnings goes, illegal grisha indentures are discussed

Per Haskell found Y/N Safin when they were thirteen, recruited them into the Dregs and took them to the Slat. They met Kaz a week later, and from there, it seemed as though things were going to go from terrible to bad. Still, in the general sense, pretty sucky, but at least better than it was before.

And, by the time they’d hit eighteen, they found that they were right. Things went from terrible to bad, and then they went from bad to simply ‘meh’. Y/N found that, in the Barrel, there were bad days, there were worse ones, and there were days in which one merely survived, and that was certainly enough.

“They’re calling you the Phantom saint,” Kaz said as Y/N walked into his office. They grinned, rolling their eyes a bit as they took off their Tidemaker kefta, a gift sent to them by Nina whilst she worked abroad with a tailor.

Kaz had the entirety of the third floor to himself, and as much was evident in the recent expansions of his office. As Y/N entered, they spot a settee to the left, books and papers scattered over a coffee table. Farther into the room sits Kaz behind his desk, DeKappel painting on a half wall to his left. Candles and lamps light the room, and as they approach, they catch a half melted candle just beyond a small archway leading to Kaz’s bedroom, sitting on a night stand.

“Saint?” Y/N asked.“I’m a killer, Brekker. Every person I’ve killed has been a means to an end.”

“Most kills are just that,” he said. “They’re a means to an end. In your case, they’re more. They’re a business transaction.”

“I kill for the fun of it,” Y/N placed their kefta on the settee, catching the sight of Kaz’s cane, leaned against his desk and glinting in the light. “The money I make is just an added bonus.”

“The ones you kill are what makes the people here believe you’re a saint,” said Kaz. “Be glad they don’t know your face, Y/N.”

“What, would you have to parade me around and pretend to be in love with me for the sake of getting pigeons to the Crow Club?” Y/N teased.

“You make me sound like a wonderful actor,” said Kaz. “Though, if we need someone to act like they’re in love with you, I’m afraid my performance will be a little too convincing.”

“I love you too, Brekker,” Y/N gave him their best grin and he rolled his eyes, pausing his work on the heist at hand.

“Two years with the winter solstice,” he said. Y/N leaned against the wall with the DeKappel on it, nodding at him.

“Feels like yesterday,” and it did. “I’ve loved every moment.”

“As have I,” Kaz said. Y/N ventured into his room, finding the glasses and brandy where he kept them; the second drawer of his nightstand. They walked out and placed the cups on his desk, popping open the brandy.

Y/N poured the glasses and slid one to him, the pair cheers’ing the glasses.

“To a year and a half,” said Y/N.

“To the best year and a half Barrel scum can hope to have,” Kaz said. The pair of them both nodded, taking sips of their respective glasses.

“What prompted your visit?” Kaz asked. Y/N shrugged at that.

“I have intel on Van Kaarl,” Y/N said. “Information about where he keeps his Grisha indentures.”

“Word of mouth?”

“Word of mouth that can be confirmed by Inej,” you quipped. “He was standing three feet from the waves. Be glad I used the water to eavesdrop rather than allowing it to swallow him and his associate whole.”

“You could’ve drowned him from the inside out that very second,” said Kaz. “I must admit, I admire your restraint. I wouldn’t have had such strength.”

“I barely managed to go without,” Y/N admitted. “Inej can confirm the intel. As can Nina.”

“How?”

“Nina had taken her for waffles at the Kooperom,” you said. “They heard it by accident.”

“And what of you?”

“I’d grabbed tea from there earlier. I was watching the sunrise from the harbor. Van Kaarl stood a few feet away. He was within earshot.”

“And this intel?”

“Until he has them brought to his household, he keeps them in a series of farmhouses in southeastern Kerch.”

“That area borders Shu Han.”

Y/N nodded at that. “I have an idea of a location for the farmhouse. I know that there’s a village of them on the southeastern coast, most of them around or on beaches of some variety.”

“A village does the opposite of narrowing down a location.”

“Until you recall that Van Kaarl had a son,” Y/N said, grinning. “There are a few two floor lock ups in a beach town with townhomes and farmhomes for aesthetics purposes. Kerch government officials use them as vacation homes. Before Jan Van Eck got arrested and booted to Hellgate, he had three in Wylans mothers name.”

“You’re a genius,” Kaz said, taking a sip of his brandy. “Do you have Kaarls sons name, then?”

“His son died when he was seventeen. He was killed by Pekka Rollins after a con that lasted several months,” said Y/N. “His only daughter is alive and working for the Dime Lions as a result.”

“So?”

“So, with his daughters name, which, by the way, has legally been changed, we get the names on the deed to the multiple houses that Van Kaarl uses as Grisha storage units.”

“Their names?”

“Jamie Van Kaarl and Cella Rollins,” Y/N said, taking a sip of their brandy. “However, Cellas name is not Cella Rollins on the deeds. It’s Cella Van Kaarl.”

Kaz downed the rest of his brandy before pouring himself another glass.

“If Jamie is deceased, and Cella has changed her name,” Kaz paused, clear enough but unclear in it all the same. Kerch laws had changed just after the Ice Court, and between other heists and jobs that needed to be handled, he’d not had the time to familiarize himself with the new rules of the country.  

“All assets belonging to a deceased person, by Kerch law, must either be passed down to the next of kin or be sold for a profit in Ghezens name,” Y/N said, filling in the blank. “The same goes for faulty names or names that’ve since been changed, with the exception of the findings of documents proving a marriage, meaning that, with this, we just need to get the Grisha, prove faulty names on the deeds, and Van Kaarl can still wind up dead by tomorrow morning.”

Kaz smirked at Y/N as they said the words. “You’re still in it for the kill, even after the fact that everything you just explained would keep you from having to do it?”

“I am,” Y/N said. “He’s taken so many captive. He does not get to escape me.”

“I pity the man who is to meet the fate of Sanktis Phantomma.”

“And you should,” Y/N said, taking a sip of their brandy as they lifted a hand to run it through their hair. They put the glass down and nodded at Kaz as they turned to leave.

With that, they exited, picking up their kefta from the settee as they went.