#tbc countdown

[te-pu-si-ti]

They'll never fix the clonky step in Mycenae.

They'll never open the Souk.

They'll never debut Sam Booth's Hecuba, or Lilydorus, or any of the other wild casting ideas we joked about. Not that they were actually going to, but the possibility was always there.

They'll never put Oracle on the website. Probably. Or release a photo of Laocoon.

They'll never have a Halloween party. They'll never ring in another new year.

One Cartridge Place will never be like The McKittrick, something lasting, something timeless, somewhere you can always come back to.

All that beautiful potential, shut down.

And they'll never fix that clonky step.

[a-strange-inkling]

Day 16: Tradition

Chicago, Illinois 1986

“No,” Eddie shakes his head wildly, curls whipping back and forth. “Nope! Absolutely not!”

“Just a little?” Chrissy asks, sliding over to sit on his knee, her bottom lip swelling as she wraps her arms around his neck.

Very, very, cute. But, still no.

“Come on boy, it’s a family tradition,” Wayne objects, already a little slurred, reaching for the mason jar to fill a glass for her. “One shot after dinner, just let her try some.”

“Noooo!” Eddie replies, snagging it from him. It’s always concerning when he’s the voice of reason in the room. “I find myself a nice girl and you’re trying to fucking poison her, old man.”

“Excuse me, boy, you watch that mouth.” he scolds. “It’s Christmas!”

Eddie rolls his eyes. Of course he’s still sober enough to reprimand him.

“Aren’t I family?” she asks in a tiny voice, really overselling it with the big sad eyes and fluttery eyelashes. God help him.

He gives her waist a little squeeze to placate her. “Of course you’re family, sweetheart,” he consoles. “But you’re also a hundred and eight pounds and the strongest drink you’ve ever had is ginger ale.”

Her pout becomes less sad and more petulant. “I’ve had a vodka cranberry before.”

“A half of a vodka cranberry and that almost did you in.” he chuckles, taking her chin in his hand. “Don’t make that face, you know I can never deny you anything, so believe me when I say that this is too rough, baby.”

“But, I just want to try the tiniest bit.” she whispers, pressing her forehead against his, pinching her finger and thumb as close as possible without touching to demonstrate just how tiny she means.

He pulls back and looks her dead in the eye. “No.”

“Eddie!” she whines. “C’mon!”

“If she’s going to be a Munson, she needs to try it at least once. It’s a rite of passage.” Wayne insists. “Our girl is tough as nails; she can handle it!”

“See!” she cries, shaking his shoulder. “Wayne says it’s fine!”

“That’s because Wayne is toasted after two shots! Wayne!” Eddie tells her pointedly, holding up the jar for her to see, the clear liquid sloshing around inside. “Honey, this isn’t your regular everyday hard liquor, okay? It’s handmade, southern, backwoods acid.” he explains. “It’s pure moonshine. It burns holes inside your guts. You know all the shit I’ve done and tried, and I swear to God, this this is the nastiest stuff I have ever put in my body.”

She stares at it for a few seconds, then looks back at up at him. “Just a little drop?”

“Oh my God,” he sighs, head falling back in exasperation.

“Good lord, you know you’re going to cave eventually, just let her have some.” Wayne grumbles.

“Please.” she draws out at that sweet high octave that makes him absolutely crazy.

Eddie groans under his breath before snapping his head back up. “You know what, hot shot? Fine, you can take a sip off the top of mine, but just a sip, you hear me?”

She nods eagerly as he pours his shot glass.

If Eddie was a smarter man, he’d have taken his shot first and left her a little leftover to sip. But he did repeat the twelfth grade three times and this concept doesn’t come to him until after he hands her the full glass and she chucks it all back in one go.

“Woaw! Hey! Holy shit!”

@hellcheerxmas

[mysterycitrus]

Hi. Your posts show up on my dash and I think you have good and knowledgeable takes. What do we do when canon is inconsistent and contradictory? For example Winick!Jason vs Morrison!Jason pre new52? Like W!Jason says child sidekicks are dumb and shouldn't exist while M!Jason had him go get sidekick for himself. How should we reconcile this when discussing the characters? Thanks.

id say as a general point of reference that consistent, foundational character traits can persist regardless of bad comics. dick grayson is an example - in taylor's run he's written as a pretty idiot but in waid's worlds finest he's portrayed more accurately as a neurotic overachiever, and both runs were being published at the same time. it's about reading enough comics to be able to judge for urself what u want to keep and what u want to discard.

there's also broader metatexual reasons for why tangibly bad characterisation exists — winick and morrison mischaracterised and villianised talia al ghul in different ways to the detriment of her characterisation. talia's writing was a combination of bad writing and sexualised racism. similar issue w roy harper — his history with addiction is rewritten and his autonomy is undermined. it's always worth thinking about why a writer might interpret a character a certain way.

wrt to jason, he's an interesting case because unlike a lot of characters he has an actual, definitive comic thats the literal foundation for his existence in modern canon - under the red hood. jason's had the worst holistic writing by a considerable margin, and so people tend to discard his appearances depending on their taste (green arrow, batman and robin 2009, the recent gotham war arc, countdown, botc, etc) but utrh is his backstory and the context for his actions. winick's jason, through lost days and outsiders, feels like the same dude and is kinda the "base" version of the character. we also know what winick thought about morrison btw.

i actually don't think most of jason's actions pre-flashpoint are absurdly ooc, because he was conceptualised as a bad dude with hypocritical morals. theres a lot of dialogue around how bias has affected jason's writing historically but as red hood it feels like a believable radicalisation imo - winick's jason could be driven to hurt others. thats fine tbc because thats what makes him an interesting and complex character, but the issue is that no one was willing to commit to rehabilitating him into the bat-adjacent, generally heroic figure he's now recognised as. i personally think that him being chummy with the bats is a lot more egregious of a mischaracterisation than him blowing up a high school. there's no bridge between the jason that gloated when bludhaven got nuked and the jason that goes to batburger with the gang. i need more than the writer telling me that they like each other in a text box.

but again thats like. personal interpretation. every character with a book has comics that’re featured on every reading list, and then its a matter of ignoring or recontextualising the stuff u personally dont agree with. tis the nature of enduring canon. the picking and choosing.

[gatheringfiki]

The following ficlet was written by @lazysaturdayonthebeach​ based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, Rating TBC

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

Princes of Prophecy

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Fili was five when Kili was born. He was twenty-five when he mastered the recitation of his lineage. His people had abandoned The Lonely Mountain fifty generations earlier and all they had left of that once great kingdom was a myth, a few hereditary leaders, and a prophecy:

When the mountain moves, forgotten princes will witness the beginning and cause the rise of hope.

The dwarves of Erebor long considered themselves the dwarves of Ered Mithrim. Thirteen extended and intermarried families shared the mines at the southeastern end of that mountain range overlooking the fabled Withered Heath. Once the home of dragons, it now lay abandoned. But stories of its great flying beasts still frightened children.

On his fiftieth birthday, Fili’s uncle took him along the edge of the heath enroute to the Iron Hills. Fili had entered puberty and negotiations for his marriage had begun. There would be no official union until he reached majority at the age of 100, but good deals took time.

For his part, Fili considered himself already married. On Kili’s twenty-fifth birthday, the two had solemnly and secretly exchanged oak wreaths. It was what Kili wanted and Fili wanted whatever made Kili happy. He didn’t understand why Kili’s smile made his heart warm, but it did and he never wanted to lose that feeling.

Fili rode in the wagon with Uncle Dwalin while Uncle Thorin rode separately on a pony. There was plenty of room for Kili, but his mother had told him that Kili was too young for the journey and would be safer at home. He grudgingly accepted her wisdom. Kili hated it and Fili tasked him with guarding their secret treasures while he was gone. That mollified the younger dwarf. Thorin had promised that the expedition would return in time for Yule, so Fili and Kili made matching countdown calendars in their journals to track the days.

In the second week of the journey, Thorin spotted the single peak of Erebor in the distance and the whole group stopped to have a meal and record their thoughts and impressions. Fili drew a picture so he could share it with Kili.

They ended up camping there for the night. After dinner, they all sat around the fire and shared stories. Eventually, the shadow of Erebor led Thorin to tell the tale of the prophecy. Fili was reminded that he was a prince but the prophecy specified princes, plural, so that this was not yet the time.

The adults nodded silently, but Fili asked if the person he married would become a prince. Thorin explained that his wife would be a princess, not that anyone had used those titles in a long time. Fili insisted that his husband would be a prince, so Thorin reminded him that he had a duty to take a wife and produce an heir. Then he changed the subject.

Fili squinted angrily at Thorin as the adults dismissed the young dwarf from their conversation. If the duty to take a wife and produce an heir was so important, why was he the heir because Thorin hadn’t? He grumbled under his breath and lay back to look for shapes in the stars.

The rest of the trip went as expected and they were indeed home in time for Yule. Fili’s greatest gift was being reunited with his best friend. He strove to make the most of their time together in case Thorin really tried to force him to marry differently.

On Fili’s seventy-fifth birthday, it became obvious that Thorin recognized his relationship with Kili and wanted to end it. He began sending Fili on frequent trading trips. As long as Thorin was not in the party, however, Kili would join them by dinnertime on the first or second day. He was an excellent hunter and his presence ensured full stomachs, so everyone was happy to see him.

Fili began to plan ways to escape Ered Mithrim. He loved his friends and family. He loved the mountains and mines of his home. But he loved Kili more. And Thorin became more and more adamant about making a good marriage and having sons.

Every trip became a scouting trip. Fili’s journal filled with possible routes and destinations. He quietly kept a portion of his earnings back from his treasury account. He purchased or traded equipment and supplies until he had the most comfortable and impressive caravan in the entire realm. His team included younger members of every family.

Thorin thought Fili was a genius and let him run their entire trading program. He considered it all an asset to his matchmaking efforts. Serious offers of marriage and alliance arrived almost as regularly as the profits from Fili’s trips. He decided that the whole princes and Kili thing was just youthful exuberance.

On Fili’s ninety-fifth birthday, Thorin announced his engagement to the eldest daughter of a distant relation and trading partner in Ered Luin. Fili had not been consulted. He held Kili’s hand under their table and they both faked smiles throughout the banquet.

Fili’s caravan left two days later. The previously planned trip raised no suspicions. Like Fili’s first expedition, their path lead southeast toward the Iron Hills. Again, in the second week of the journey, the single peak of Erebor was sighted in the distance and the whole group stopped for the night. Fili was happy to share it with Kili. He felt it was a good omen for their plan.

The next morning, half of the caravan, with most of the trading goods, continued on to the Iron Hills. They would continue sending progress reports by raven, fulfill the obligations Fili had contracted, and return to Ered Mithrim with the profits.

Untethered from Thorin’s expectations and machinations, Fili and Kili headed southwest with the remaining members of the caravan. None of them had good prospects at home and were happy to follow Fili in finding a new domain. If all went as planned, the members of the decoy caravan would receive messages and join them over the next few years.

On Fili’s one-hundredth birthday, he officially married Kili. They stood before their found family and friends on an outcrop in the Misty Mountains with Erebor a distant point on the horizon. Their new community was small and they were just beginning to make progress on a new mine, but they all had hope.

At that moment, The Lonely Mountain erupted. Gandalf’s wildest fireworks were put to shame. They all watched in amazement and a bit of fear as even their distant home shook under their feet. Someone remembered and repeated the prophecy out loud:

When the mountain moves, forgotten princes will witness the beginning and cause the rise of hope.

[melancholy-of-nadia]

incoming teaser;;

teaser: love u lately #2 (m) - pears pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon to lovers; summary: "I can't replace what we started, I did. Everything that you could've wanted. Everything's better when you're honest" - Pears, Weston Estate warnings: conflicting feelings in the teaser! jimin making you have feels! more posted at drop date est. drop date: oct. 9 2023 1pm est. word count: 7.2k love u lately masterlist cross posted on ao3

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Jimin bursts into laughter. "Level two Vayne? Maybe I’m underestimating you, Kappa Psi Pi President Kim."

Seokjin grins proudly. "You'll see, Jimin. Soon, I'll be climbing the TFT ranks and taking over the leaderboards. Just you wait!"

Their banter continues, filled with laughter and warmth.

This feels just like normal, you think to yourself. It feels like before the breakdown you had on Friday and spending the night with Yoongi. It feels like before Namjoon started getting closer with Jihyo through their shared major classes. It feels like before Taehyung convinced Jimin to go on a double date which led him to date Irene. What went wrong? Yoongi’s question from Friday night surfaces again, hidden from the haze of your feelings that night. Are you in love with one of them…or all of them? Or is there something more that you still haven’t realized at this point in time.

You find yourself falling behind, lost in thought as you are about to approach the crosswalk off campus and reach home. The burden of unspoken secrets and shifting dynamics within your group weighs on your mind. You walk at a slower pace, the distance between you and your friends growing.

Noticing your lagging steps, Jimin suddenly stops mid-sentence and turns around, a playful grin on his face. He hurries back toward you and, without missing a beat, links his arm through yours. His touch is warm and familiar, a comforting reminder of the deep connection you share.

"Hey there, slowpoke," Jimin teases, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You laugh, the tension that had been building within you slowly dissipating. "Sorry, just got lost in thought for a moment."

Seokjin glances back and notices Jimin linking arms together with you. He shakes his head, a fond smile on his face. "You two are still just like kids!" he remarks, his voice carrying a mixture of affection and amusement. Jimin rushes with you across the crosswalk before the crosswalk light countdown reaches 1.

“Gotta make sure my darling doesn’t get lost because she’s tiny!” Jimin and you exchange a knowing glance, the unspoken history between you evident in your eyes. It's a history filled with shared laughter, secrets, and a bond that time and circumstance have failed to break.

You and Jimin walk alongside each other, arm in arm, the night air feeling a bit lighter with each step. The camaraderie between you two is a reassuring presence, a buffer against the uncertainties of your group's dynamics.

As you approach the corner of the street leading to your house, the distant sound of raised voices begins to reach your ears. The voices are filled with emotion, carrying an unmistakable tension and turmoil.

“You're clearly not all in for me so what’s the point of all this?” one voice exclaims, a rawness in the tone that's impossible to ignore.

Jimin furrows his brow, concern etched across his face. He tightens his grip on your arm, pulling you closer as the shouting persists in the distance. You exchange a worried glance, a silent agreement passing between you both to investigate the source of the commotion. Ahead of you, Seokjin decides to take the lead, guiding you and Jimin as you round the corner of the street. What you come upon leaves you both utterly stunned. TBC ;) !! i hope you are excited, because we are finally getting into some of the juicier and angsty moments in LUL!! Please look forward to it soon! I want to upload the full chapter on Monday, but pls spam my inbox me if i forget! I'll be out of town. Ch 4 is already in the works, and will be one of the longest chapters in this fic, dealing with jimin's birthday party, yoongi going to a music conference while y/n at a halloween party. The title is called #4 - Dead Leaves/Sour Candy.

[wordherders-hat]

Countdown to Patreon Launch

I am thrilled to announce my Patreon page will launch on 8th August at 08:30 PDT (UTC-7). A link will be provided here once the page is live.

The prologue of Hymn of Sand and Stars will be available for free from that point on. Chapter one will drop on 9th August (time TBC) and will be available to all paid members at the minimum amount. Subsequent chapters will be released on a monthly basis. For those of you who feel able to contribute more, there will be artwork and all sorts of behind-the-scenes content.

If you've read my work before, thank you so much for your comments and support. I look forward to sharing this new story with you all!

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Upcoming Company Projects (Snippets)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for company projects yet to be released in EN 🍒

These feature the S2 love interests!

This collection will be released on 13 May 2021! :>

[ Kiro - Campus Youth ]

A few months later, Kiro will be participating in a movie production involving friendship amongst youths in campus.

In order to reconstruct an accurate campus life, Kiro will experience life in the capacity of a student in a private high school for a week.

Translator: @link4eva​

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[ Gavin - Broadcast Countdown ]

An anonymous USB flash drive was given to me, and the contents in it were actually two people who have gotten kidnapped! The suspect asked us to broadcast this video in our show, and the broadcasting of the show has already entered the countdown phase.

Translator: @cheri-translates

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[ Lucien - Exploring the Laboratory Animals Centre ]

I’ve come to Loveland University, wanting to consult Lucien regarding the selection of suitable materials for a documentary. However, I unexpectedly discover that a batch of laboratory animals will be undergoing euthanasia. Hence, an idea suddenly emerges...

Translator: TBC

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[ Victor - Right Now’s the Time ]

“Right Now’s the Time”, the reality show based on observing workplaces that I’ve been preparing earnestly for, is close to the shooting stage. The format of the show was introduced overseas, and I spent quite a lot of time obtaining the copyright. And the collaborative partner for this show is LFG.

Translator: TBC

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[ Shaw - Graffiti Competition ]

In order to prolong the hype of college student-themed documentaries, the company has decided to shoot a new program from the perspective of the campus graffiti wall. During the entire preparation process, I gradually see that person more, and a richer side of him.

Translator: TBC

[seventeenlovesthree]

Digimon Fanfiction/Drabbles Masterpost

AO3 Account

Drabbles/Fanfiction

Guilt (Taishirou)

Desire (Taishirou)

Hearts On Sleeves (Koura)

Our Future (Taishirou)

“Shall we go together?” - A Taishirou Christmas drabble countdown: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] [22] [23] [24]

Time Saver: [1] [2] [3] [4]

Mix & Match: [Yamato+Gomamon+Sincerity] [Takeru+Gabumon+Light] [Hikari+Patamon+Courage] [Sora+Tailmon+Hope] [Taichi+Tentomon+Love] [Koushirou+Agumon+Friendship] [Mimi+Piyomon+Reliability] [Jyou+Palmon+Knowledge]

AU drabbles: [Jyoumato Celebrity First Meeting AU] [Taishirou Coffee Shop Best Friends To Lovers AU] 

Challenges: [Ficlet Challenge - Yamato & Mimi]

Character/Ship Weeks

Digiweek 2021: [Beginning] [Voyage] [Music] [Dream]

Enlightenmonth 2021: [Morning] [Longing] [Past] [Animal]

Enlightenmonth 2022: [Friends/Family] 

Taichi Yagami Week 2022: [Goggles]

Digiweek 2022: [Beginning] [Relationship] [Humour] [Drama]

Taikouvember 2022: [Confession/Lie]

Taikouvember 2023: [Habits & Change: “Choosing”]

Taikouvember 2024: [Hope: Coworkers]

Tbc.

[te-pu-si-ti]

September 15 - Hinterlands, end of loop 3

It's not home. But home is gone.

The shrines aren't like the ones back home. It's bigger, grander, but crude, carved into the raw stone. Not the polished, moulded, mass-produced niches built into the walls of Troy. Not the one tiny candle, but dozens. The desert glows in devotional light. It's beautiful, in its way.

It's not the god she's used to praying to. But he has wronged her. He's not her god anymore.

But she knows how to pray. The cities are so different, but that much is the same. She bows her head, she raises the antler.

It's a strange place.

Let it be her home now.

[a-strange-inkling]

Day 1: Candy Cane

New York, New York 1994

“Daddy, look!” Maggie exclaims, her pink fuzzy mittens on his forehead, pulling him back until he’s looking straight up into the dark sky above. “It’s snowing!”

Indeed it is, giant flurries fluttering down, powdering the streets, catching in his lashes. “Wow, look at that,” he smiles up into the vortex, feeling her cheek resting on top of his head.

“It’s beautiful.” she says, and it’s adorable how she says it, BOO-teh-ful.

“Sure is.” he agrees, continuing toward the brightly lit theater where the people are beginning to get more congested.

“How many more days till Christmas now?” she asks for the fortieth time that day.

“Twenty-four.” he replies.

There’s a brief pause as she mulls that over.

“How many sleeps?”

“Twenty-three,”

“That’s forever, Daddy!” she sighs, wrapping her arms around his whole head, linking her hands together under his chin, slumping.

He chuckles as they wait to hand in their tickets. They’re in the shorter line with the special red tickets for family members. “Well, you’re getting a big dose of it tonight to hold you over.” he tells her, shrugging his shoulders up and down rapidly to bounce her a little, she giggles, holding him tighter. “How are we doing up there at that altitude, not too cold?”

“No, I’m cozy.” she assures, her Cs still have an essence of T to them. Tozy. “Are you cozy?”

His smile grows. “Yeah, I’m pretty cozy.”

“That’s good.”

“…Hey Mags,” he quips.

“Huh? What?”

“I love you.” he tells her.

“Oh, I love you too, Daddy.” she says very matter of factly and his heart almost bursts open and spills out onto the pavement.

The doorwoman gives them both a smile as she tears their tickets in two. “What a pretty little angel you have on your shoulder.” she notes.

Spend two minutes with her. Eddie thinks with wide eyes. “Thanks.” he squeezes Maggie’s legs a little tighter. “Hey, what do we say?”

“Thank you!” she chimes, giving her a dazzling smile. “We’re here to see my sister dance.”

“How exciting!” The woman's smile widens, immediately charmed by her. Her royal highness certainly has a way with people. “Enjoy the show!”

Maggie marvels at the inside of the theater, decorated for Christmas, with trees, garlands and lights.

“Alright,” Eddie checks the stub before spinning around. “We’re looking for section H, you see an H anywhere, Look Out?”

“Um… no, but I see Mommy!”

“Where?”

Maggie turns Eddie’s head sharply toward the west corridor, and there’s Chrissy waiting for them, smiling and waving in her pretty pale pink dress and fluffy faux fur cream coat. Part of her hair is hair tied in the back with a thin ribbon, the rest rolling in waves. Suddenly, he’s back in highschool the way his heart flips at the sight of her.

They weave their way over and Eddie leans down to kiss her. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she returns with a rosy smile. “You made it.”

“Hi, Mommy!” Maggie reaches for her.

“Hi, baby, did you have a good time with Daddy?” She takes her in her arms and hugs her close.

“Yeah, we went to see the big tree and got hot cocoa.” she regales.

“How’s Livvy doing?” Eddie asks, finding the small of her back as they make their way to their seats.

“We had a little bit of a nervous breakdown as expected, but she’s worked her way through.”

Because of her talent and height, Olivia was moved up from a Spanish Chocolate to the next act with the nine and ten-year-olds. This was something she was insanely excited about but also dreaded for the last two months.

“Poor bug,” Eddie laments. “The littlest Candy Cane in the entire Land of Sweets.”

[stagwhisker]

Might do some countdown doodles for the TBC finale since tomorrow will mark 5 days until its release

Edit: ahhahahah haha haha just kidding I have a job

[raewritesfiction]

Game Set Match [Valter Skarsgard] [Re-Upload]

A/N:  time for some Valter fluff. ACTUAL fluff.

Plot: Valter spends time with his girlfriend and teaches her how to play COD. Pairing: Valter Skarsgård X Reader Warnings: tbc - [writing now in 2021 on the re-upload - i cant fucking remember, i don’t think there’s any smut involved but maybe some stronger language? NOPE I WAS WRONG.... OKIE light smut as in dry humping like teenagers in the back seat of a car.]

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Sitting down on Valter’s bed I curl up my legs and watch him playing a shoot-’em-up; something set in a warzone with various places he had to get to and protect or kill those around it.   Having never really been into anything other than Tetris, I had absolutely no clue what was going on.

After a few moments Valter snaps something in Swedish, a safe bet is something aimed at another player, then leans back in his large chair. 

“Did you die?” I ask innocently.

Valter jumps clear out his chair and drops his headset to the floor, letting out a yell. “Jesus fucking…”

I blink “Hey…”

He sighs and stands up fully “hey baby, I uuh… didn't see you there.”

I nod and smile “I guessed… so did you die?”

“I did. Yeah.” He chuckles and picks up the headset.

“What you playing?” I look at the screen.

“Call of Duty.” He smiles and walks over, leaning down to kiss me sweetly.

“Cool… looks… fun?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Wanna play?” He offers.

“I….I’ve never played.” I blush.

“Well…. How about I teach you?” Valter smiles.

“Uuh… sure. Okay, yeah.” I nod and stand, heading over to find somewhere to sit.

Valter logs off and starts a separate game - looks to be a training level - then pats his knee.  “Take a seat..”

“I’ll break your legs!”

“Pfft… sit the hell down.” He reaches out his long arms and pulls me over, turning me to sit in his lap. “One controller…” 

I take it and turn it over in my hands, looking at the buttons and triggers. 

“You're adorable.” Valter smiles and puts his hands over mine, directing my thumbs to the two joysticks and my pointer fingers to the triggers.

“Okay so…. What do I do?” I watch the screen with a confused look.

“Follow the instructions… I'll help you out.” Valter kisses my shoulder.

I work my way through the training, refusing to call it a tutorial, with only a few oopsies.  On my fifth go through, I finally manage to get it all right without any issue.

“Hey well done!!” Valter grins and wraps his arms around me in a bear hug.

“Thank you.” I smile and nuzzle him.

“Wanna give a mission a go?”

“Sure… may as well give it a go.” I nod “probably gonna die though.”

“I did the first few times as well.” Valter admits.

“Oh, well then..!” I giggle and press the corresponding buttons to start the mission off.  It doesn't go too badly but takes a few playthroughs for me to fully understand what I'm meant to do and get through the level.

“Okay… you’re doing very well…” Valter smiles and nods. “Fancy a challenge?”

I turn my head to face him and raise an eyebrow “Oh?”

“PvP… you against me…” 

“What does the winner get?”

Valter thinks and shrugs “bragging rights… and the leftover glazed donut.”

“Deal.” I nod and pick up the other controller, handing it to him.  I had no intention on letting him win; at least not easily.

Valter quickly hits a few buttons and suddenly another screen flashes up with his player profile while the one I'm looking at stays the same with my character player.

“No cheating…” he states.

“Uh huh… cuz you're gonna play fair, right?”

“Totally.” He nods.

I don't know how he keeps a straight face; I’ve seen what he’s like when playing against his brothers - they use every dirty trick in the book.  Why should this be any different?

The map is simple enough with various platforms and hides, weapons and ammo caches are hidden around the place and we have a countdown timer.  Most kills at the end of the timer, wins.  Simple.

The first few kills go without any cheating from either of us, however when I jump ahead on my kills Valter decides the 'no cheating’ rule should be ignored and begins to kiss across my shoulder lightly.

I wriggle playfully and growl “no cheaty!” smiling happily.

“...'m not cheating… you just...smell very nice.”

I nod and shuffle myself a little on his lap to 'get comfortable’.  If he can tease, so can I.  I can feel Valter inhale deeply against my back as I settle, practically picturing the sassy look of disbelief on his face.

His hands flex and he resettles them, the controller against the seam of my jeans; I jump with a loud gasp as it rumbles with an explosion.

Sonovabitch.

I reach behind me to scratch my back, making sure the side of my hand brushes over his nipple through his shirt before wriggling a little on his lap again.

Valter lets out a long sigh against my neck and then starts placing light kisses on the skin up to the spot just below my ear; he waits until I'm about to take my shot then nips me, making me miss.

He smiles against my skin; I can feel his lips stretching out then a chuckle as I grumble angrily.

“Well that wasn’t fair…” I pout as the timer finishes and I lose by two kills; both due to Valter's teasing.

“Totally fair… completely fair…” he kisses over me again and puts the controller on the table, moving mine to sit beside it.  “Besides… I’d rather play with you.”

He was nothing if not honest and I couldn't argue with that.  I’d rather play with his joystick any day. 

Valter stands and spins me to face him then pulls me back down onto his lap.

I straddle his thighs and kiss him instantly while his hands splay under my top and ride up my back slowly, scratching my skin.  My hips react of their own volition by rolling against his, drawing out a moan from deep in his throat.

His hands move over me and find my breasts while he rolls his hips back to mine; it was as if we were naughty teenagers in the back of his truck.

We don’t bother to remove clothes as we rock and grind our hips against each other; we have no need at this point.  Valter teases over my nipples and pinches enough to sting, making me moan against his neck as I suck the skin causing a deep red mark.

Valter wraps an arm around my lower back and holds me to him as we speed up, his other hand holds my jaw and moves me to his lips where he kisses me deeply and moans. 

I grind my hips down to him and pant against his parted lips, my hand balling into a fist and gripping his hoodie as I climax; I keep my hips moving until Valter groans roughly and tenses under me.

We slow our movements against each other, panting lightly until we regain control over our breathing and then falling into a deep, passionate kiss. 

I slowly pull away and lay pecks on his full lips, smiling softly. “That…. That was hot.”

Valter nods and blushes “I...haven't done that in a long time.” Running a hand through his hair.

“Me either...” I giggle and kiss him “...you can teach me to play other games if you like…”

“Oh, if that's how you thank me… for sure.” Valter chuckles and wraps his arms around me in a protective hug; leaning my head against his chest I let my eyes close. 

--- le fin --- 

[mimitxtghost]

[SCHEDULE] TXT - April 2019

24/04 - Show Champion special episode [pre-recorded] 6PM KST 

25/04 - Cat&Dog MV12AM KST 

25/04 - M Countdown 6PM KST 

26/04 - Music Bank [TBC] 

26/04 - CTS Art Hall Fan Signing8PM KST 

27/04 - Show! Music Core [TBC] 

28/04 - SBS Inkigayo Concert 7PM KST

[geoworks-international]

Enterprise

“...and here we are at the Kennedy Space Center in Cape Canaveral, Florida, less than one hour from the historic resumption of the long-dormant space shuttle program.  Placed on official hiatus in 201X following a staggering one hundred and thirty-five missions, today NASA is bringing the program back to life with a brand-new shuttle and a brand-new launch vehicle.”

“Engineers are already hard at work checking and rechecking every last part of the Vulcan-Centaur rocket that will lift the OV-201 Enterprise and its crew of seven into orbit, where they will begin construction of the New International Space Station.  Riding along will be Mission Commander Sarah Bailey, Pilot David Sanders, Mission Specialists Jenine Kearney, Kory Elison, and Neal Engelhaupt, and Payload Specialists Chad Hornack and Comet Woman.”

“I think I speak for everyone here at the Mega News Network when I wish the crew good luck and godspeed.  Now we go live to Launch Control...”

Meanwhile, on the shore opposite the launch pad, most of the LMNs are gathered around their mother as they wait for the launch.  The geologist has a tablet in hand, given special permission to connect directly into NASA’s communication network -- and the camera pointed directly at the one LMN who isn’t among them.

“Hey everyone!  Glad to see you all made it safely,” Comet says, currently lacking her helmet.  Amusingly, she’s also been given a slightly modified paintjob for the mission: she has the NASA meatball painted onto one of her shoulders, and an American flag on the other.  “You’d better appreciate the prestige I’m bringing to GeoWorks doing this, ‘cause these seats are the exact opposite of comfy.” This commentary is met with a round of laughter from off camera, presumably from the other astronauts.  “How do you think us squishy types feel?” one of them asks. “Just be glad it’s not one of the old shuttles,” another voice chips in.

“Ah, whatever.  I have to get ready for launch, but I’ll be able to talk more with you guys later,” Comet says, a little sadness creeping into her voice.  “Look after Thalia for me while I’m up there, will you?  If I find out anyone hurt her because you guys were slacking I’ll thump every last one of you.”

Noele can’t help but laugh at just how protective Comet has become of the little cyborg.  “We can do that, my dear.  Stay safe up there,” she says, before cutting the connection and switching over to the Launch Control feed. [...] “...commencing final launch status check, Go or No Go.  OTC?  (OTC Go.)  TBC?  (TBC Go!) PTC?  (PTC Go.)  LPS?  (Go!)  Houston Flight Control?  (Houston is Go.)  MILA?  (Go.)  STM?  (STM Go.)  Safety console?  (Go!)  SPE?  (SPE Go!)  LRD?  (Go.)  SRO?  (SRO is Go, range is clear for launch.)” “Roger, all ground stations report Go for launch.  Proceeding with shuttle crew status check.  CDR?  (Bailey, Go.)  Pilot?  (Sanders, Go.)  MS1?  (Kearney, Go.)  MS2?  (Elison, Go.)  MS3?  (Engelhaupt, Go.)  PS1?  (Hornack, Go.)  PS2?  (Comet, Go.)” “All stations report Go for launch.  Range is clear for launch.  Begin ignition sequence.” [...]

“...and as the countdown reaches its final stages, the rocket engines of the Vulcan rocket are roaring to life!  Five...four...three...two...one...liftoff!  Ladies and gentlemen at home, we have liftoff and the start of STS-136!  May fortune go with these brave astronauts, and see them safely home again two weeks from now.”

“Now, back to the studio, where Mega News Network will provide a detailed breakdown of the mission the astronauts will be carrying out...”

[existingforautumn]

Upcoming Gig List

Hey, thought I'd put up a list of my upcoming gig schedule for the rest of the year! By the end of the year I will have gone to 10 festivals and countless gigs which I'm very proud of. So here's my countdown! (Sorry for a text post - I'm just so hypeeeed ^_^)

Damnation - November 2nd

Ragefest - November 9th

Ghost - November 16th

Ragnarock - November 17th

Hrh Vikings (tbc) - November 23rd

Municipal Waste - December 3rd

Devin Townsend - December 5th

Taake (tbc) - December 12th

Winter Eradication - December 21st

Maybe see you peeps at some of these? ^_^

[wildlyglittering]

Organising Myself

I am writing this mainly to fix my brain into my head and to try and: 

a) remind myself of what I have written and;

b) record down my plans of what I aim to write

I am sort of hoping that by writing down b) and putting it out into the ether it will give me the much needed kick up the bum in terms of motivation to actually write the damn things. My rationale is that if it is out there then I am making a commitment to actually do it. 

I have tons of ideas and some I may have to let slide but this is what I’ve done so far/ aim to do so far. 

I’m only an itty bitty writer so I’m not expecting anyone to be interested (if you are then that will definitely help with the motivation) but this is more for well, organising myself and keeping myself on track. 

I guess I sort of write for two fandoms now. Everything I post on Tumblr I also post on A03 here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/writinginthedust

So, here is what I have written. It’s not much, but it’s a start. 

Everlark

Four drabbles written as part of D12 Drabbles:-

Before the Moment - "Suitcase” prompt

In Reverse - “First Date” prompt

Once - “Caught red handed” prompt

The Wedding - “Wedding” prompt 

One submission to The Everlark Games Christmas Challenge 2016. It won, so that is awesome!

The Christmas Gift

Four pieces for Everlark Birthday Gifts:-

The Things We Do For Love - arranged marriage request

Two for Two - fluff piece request

Into the Woods - smut request

Christmas Countdown - Everlark with toddlers request

Four (it seems to be the magic number) drabbles, imaginatively titled. Seriously, if someone wants to help me title those darn things let me know. 

Untitled Drabble #1 - an Everlark one night stand that doesn’t go as expected

Untitled Drabble #2 - a Father’s Day themed drabble

Untitled Drabble #3 - where Peeta really doesn’t want to be living in his parent’s basement anymore

Untitled Drabble #4 - based on the prompt ‘you’ve moved into the house next to my mom’s and she has you doing her housework.’

Nessian

The Threads That Bind Us - based off the idea that Cassian is being introduced to Nesta’s existence one painful moment at a time

To the Victor the Spoils - Cassian’s experiences in the Illyrian training camps

In the Darkness of the Sea - a Nesta angst piece reflecting on what it was like in the cauldron

Amongst the Archives - when Feyre and Rhys start reading notes from Cassian to Nesta that really aren’t intended for their eyes

You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know - Cassian and the entirety of the universe work something out before Nesta does

So, here are my plans. Plans I am desperate to commit to and so by writing this down for the eyes of others to see I am hoping it will keep me on the path! Obviously more may get added on because I am An Idiot. 

In no particular order:

Everlark

Untitled Drabble - based on prompt ‘my kid just shot a bottle rocket into your window’

Untitled Drabble - based on prompt ‘we’re both in the vegetable aisle and I just burst into tears while staring at the cabbages’

Artemis Rising - artist Peeta and gallery visitor Katniss, where some of the pieces look a little familiar to her eyes...

What Goes Around - technically this is something I started for Everlark fic exchange based on a college AU prompt. My plan is to definitely continue this one! 

Reformation - gain something I started for the Everlark fic exchange based on an Everlark historical AU. I have this outlined out, I just need to write it!

Trick or Treat - continuation of something I wrote for Halloween a couple of years ago

Untitled WIP - based on victor Peeta and seam Katniss married to Gale

The Wrong Boy - Katniss making choices. Or not. 

Untitled Drabble #4 continuation - I’m gonna do it

Everlark Birthday Gift for September - I’m actually gonna have to do it

Christmas Everlark Piece for 2018- so far I have done something for Everlark each Christmas and I don’t want to stop now

Nessian

TBC #1 - a destructive Nesta POV piece

TBC #2 - pregnant Nesta where Cassian isn’t taking the news as well as could be expected...

TBC #3 - Azriel and Nesta as friends, based on a prompt from a while ago

Surprise Party - yep. Where everyone gets a surprise. Modern au. 

The Six That Came Before - Cassian reflection on the six women that came into Cassian’s life

Untitled WIP - modern au where Cassian and Nesta are exes and Cassian starts seeing someone new

Mile High - a modern au with Cassian as a pilot & Nesta as one of his first class passengers

In the Garden, Among the Flowers - Nessian viewed through the eyes of others

It doesn’t seem like a lot but it feels like a lot especially as I take about a trillion years to do anything. 

I am desperately trying to get back into the writing malarkey and will also take any prompts if anyone wants me to write anything as it might just inspire me!