#that second art is one of the hottest we have of them

[motianz]

Hello????

Mo sleeping in the same bed as a naked He Tian?? The golden chain on the pillow??

The golden chains around Mo guan shan's chest???? The knee pressing up against him???????

These two clearly fucked

[lightseoul]

— BAKUGOU KATSUKI.

arranged from latest to oldest per category!

型 : ONE-SHOTS

casual casualties (18+) ˖⁺‧₊

what was meant to be an innocent trip down to the bridge becomes a national sensation when you get outed as #15 pro-hero dynamight’s soulmate on live tv. inconvenient, yes, very much so—but it’s not like you have to do something about it. but then the bakugou katsuki himself seeks you out, and you find yourself getting into a whole lot of trouble.

christmas tree ˖⁺‧₊

bakugou catches you assembling the agency's top floor's christmas tree. (post-chapter 431)

and if we do (this thing) (18+) ˖⁺‧₊

you come up with a novel proposition during dinner one night with your dominant brute of a boyfriend. he accepts, although something tells you he doesn’t fully know what he’s getting himself into.

revenge (keep us together) ˖⁺‧₊

you wake up in a hospital and see an unfortunate, familiar sight.

hold me close (hold me tight) ˖⁺‧₊

masaru has a stroke that nearly kills him. bakugou handles it well—until he doesn’t.

maybe? definitely ˖⁺‧₊

bakugou realizes he wants to marry you.

in the dark ˖⁺‧₊

you're struggling to pick out an outfit that works for a reunion with class 1a later in the evening. bakugou comes in to try to help you, but you end up having a difficult conversation. (cw. mentions of body image issues, major weight gain).

call me your favorite, call me the worst ˖⁺‧₊

bakugou visits your studio unit for the first time. let's just say he ends up seeing something he wasn't supposed to see. a short story based on my first-ever self ship art.

you're losing me ˖⁺‧₊

bakugou proposes to you. you give him an unexpected response.

endearment ˖⁺‧₊

first, second, and third instances; it's official, there's something going on with bakugou and you're determined to find out.

changes ˖⁺‧₊

you miss your ex, bakugou katsuki.

asymptōtos ˖⁺‧₊

you needed him to meet you halfway. he couldn't.

all too much (i'm sorry) ˖⁺‧₊

the last person you want to see is Bakugou Katsuki. the one person you need to see is Bakugou Katsuki.

型 : SERIES / MULTI-CHAPTERED

tbd (tent: meet crazy) ˖⁺‧₊

part 1

part 2

part 3

all out of luck ˖⁺‧₊

you had the biggest, fattest crush on bakugou katsuki in high school, which granted you weird looks and judgment from those who found out, because why, when you could fawn over prince-like todoroki or manly kirishima instead? fast forward to 10 years later, though, and now the joke’s on them, because #2 pro-hero dynamight just got dubbed the hottest bachelor of the year. but that doesn’t matter, because you’re over him now. you’ve been over him, ever since that butchered attempt at confessing where he dismissed you as a gen ed extra before you could even get the words out. so why, all of a sudden—and an entire decade later—do you have to work with him on a top-secret mission?

the wonderful mess that we made ˖⁺‧₊

you’re invited to the wedding of the ex who unceremoniously dumped you over the phone while you were on your way to meet your boss. that boss, who just happens to be #2 pro-hero dynamight, finds out and comes up with a diabolical proposition. madness—affectionate or derogatory, you don’t know—inevitably ensues.

tell me sober ˖⁺‧₊

sober — based on this tiktok

i wish you would

admit it: the trilogy ˖⁺‧₊

admit it — loving him from afar was enough. at least, it should’ve been enough. until it wasn’t. (or, in which you subtly take care of your ex, bakugou katsuki, who also happens to be the namesake of the agency you’re working at)

still do — bakugou katsuki finally confronts you. you have a difficult conversation

prove it — bakugou katsuki starts acting differently after your last conversation. you finally arrive at an agreement.

you and me? ˖⁺‧₊

you and me? really? — mina and kirishima invite you to a night out. they conveniently forget to tell you it was a double date.

you and me, both — mina and kirishima invite you to a night out. ‘it won’t be like last time!’ they said. you begrudgingly go.

型 : DRABBLES

tied (something is)

threadbare pajamas

if this is it now

something blue

flying (cockroach)

casual future

2k milestone drabble event based on any of the given 30 prompts, i write a drabble/scenario!

emotional constipation

you're binging a show. sadly bakugou needs some attention

bakugou keeps on teasing you. you choose to bite back

happy 4th anniversary

flighty y/n gets confessed to

bakugou checks out your boobs. you tease him

trial by fire first-time boyfriend katsuki finds himself having to deal with a menstruating partner

*drabbles in response to asks are tagged #bkg

© lightseoul 2025. do not plagiarize, repost, or feed to ai any of my works.

[exhaslo]

Would you ever consider doing anything for Miguel/Fem!Deadpool reader?

One who's honestly just kind of tease which makes it impossible for Miguel to figure out *why* he hates her flirting with other spidermen so much until the penny hits.

Bonus points for recklessness and brat energy from DP we all know they aint got no self control. Needs Miguel to definitely put her in her place.

Ohhhh, I have seen so much fan art of just regular Deadpool being a menace to Miguel, Dr. Strange and the TVA. It gets me excited to see the new movie coming out!

But yea, let's give into the chaos!

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, bondage, angry sex?, p in v, language

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"For fuck's sake, why is there so many anomaly's popping up in different universes?" Miguel barked, tapping against his screens as he sent numerous Spiderman and women out to the field.

"Actually, based on the energy signatures, it seems to be the same anomaly."

"Impossible, one person jumping around all of these?" Miguel cussed lowly, trying to identify the new anomaly.

This new frustration was giving Miguel a reason to want to drink tonight. The speed he was working to try and understand this problem was honestly amazing. This was probably the fastest he has ever worked.

"Wow! No wonder why all of the Spiders I met say great things about you!" You gasped.

"Que?! (What)" Miguel hissed, seeing both a new intruder alert and anomaly alert appear at the same time, "Who-"

"Haiiiiiii! Pleasure to meet you, sexy ass, my name is (Y/N), I'm like the hottest version of me there is-"

"I. Don't. Care." Miguel hissed, jumping down from his platform and approaching you, "This attire...fuck-"

"Yeeeeep! I'mma Deadpool!" You chirped.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose before taking long, deep breathes. Once he regained a portion of his composure, he proceeded to grab you by the collar and drag you to the 'Go Home' Machine.

At least one of his problems were solved today. Hopefully you will stay in your dimension. Trying to ignore your chatter, Miguel couldn't help but notice some of the other Spiders avoiding eye contact. This annoyed Miguel. How many of them ran into you before saying anything?

"Hm? Oh like half of them." You replied. Miguel groaned loudly,

"Wasn't even a thought bubble," He muttered under his breathe before arriving in the room, "I don't want to see you here again. Stay in your world."

"Awe, but isn't fun! Not when I found such a squeezable ass-"

"Send. Her. Home!" Miguel spat.

It only took a second, but you were sent home immediately. Miguel took another deep breathe before returning to his office to hopefully relax.

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"Hehe, he gets so mad when he finds me wandering around this place. It totally isn't my fault that all of you guys think of taking a break here and I just-hop into those thoughts and end up here!" You huffed, talking to Peter B. Parker and Jessica.

"Yeah, yeah, we still don't understand the whole hopping into thought bubbles thing you say you do. It's so confusing." Peter huffed.

"Oh, it's pretty easy. I'd like to describe it as a comic book, but you guys won't understaaaaand, the readers will though!"

"Readers?" Jessica groaned softly. You just laughed,

"Oh yeah! The readers reading this now! So like, normally it's a comic I hop around or thought bubbles or I just rip through the screen, but this time...It's the readers who bring me here!"

"I think I'm more confused than when I started," Peter whined and turned to Jessica who tossed you into the 'Go Home' machine, "Look, just...don't come back before Miguel gets bad again."

"Hpmh! I just said it isn't my fault I keep coming back!" You whined loudly, "The readers and writer keeps bringing me here! I am meant to share my wisdom to Miguel!"

"Why do I hear that Deadpool's voice?" Miguel grumbled, holding a cup of coffee as he walked by, "Again?"

"See! He neeeeeeds me! That has to be why the writer keeps putting me here!"

"What the hell is she babbling about now?"

"Please, don't ask. I don't think my brain can handle anymore." Peter whimpered. Jessica waved him aside,

"She's going home now, Miguel."

Just as the machine turned on, you immediately got sent home. Miguel let out a sigh of relief and right when he was going to drink his coffee, you appeared behind him.

"Fuck!" Miguel yelled as he noticed you. You just casually waved,

"Believe in the spirits beyond."

"I want her gone!"

"Miguel, we've tried so many times. I think...we just need to accept her appearing here." Jessica whispered. You grabbed Miguel's cup, taking a sip,

"Oof, so bitter. So now that I can stay here under the writer decides to let me go home, wanna show me around, big boy?"

Miguel felt his eye twitch as he followed you, mainly just wanting his coffee back.

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It has been a few weeks since you've stayed at the-

"Whoa, whoa. Really writer? You gonna make here stay here for weeks without going home?" You huffed.

Okay, sorry, um, it has been a few weeks since you started to willingly appear at the Spider Society.

"Thank you!"

....

Uh, anyway, Miguel has finally started to tolerate you to a certain degree. You still couldn't understand why you kept appearing there, but you were making the most of it. Miguel on the other hand, was starting to find something new to irritate him.

"It's just so fascinating how different each of you are~ Can I touch those wonderful large boobs of yours?" You whispered in awe towards a Spiderman. Yes a Spiderman.

"They're not boobs."

"It's okay to not want to admit your flaws. I buried mine with my neighbor." You whispered, slowly reaching out to the boob.

"Enough." Miguel hissed, grabbing the back of your collar and dragging you to his office.

"Hey! I was about to grab something that could have been the most magically experience of my life!"

Miguel chose to ignore you, growing annoyed at your bratty and quite ignorant behavior. Honestly, he was more annoyed by the amount of flirting you've been doing with the other Spiders. You just didn't know when to stop.

"I can't help it. A natural icon I am," You chuckled and grabbed Miguel's ass, "But this...is a multiverse icon."

Miguel's eyes lit up as he locked his door and tossed you on his platform. In an instant, he webbed you in place, making sure that you couldn't move to try to free yourself.

"Ohhhh~ This is kinky~" You cooed, rolling around like a worm. Miguel pinned you to the floor, his blood red eyes piercing into yours,

"Do you know how frustrated you make me?"

"So...you aren't happy to see me?" You grinned, your knee poking at his growing erection, "I made you horny!"

"Silence," Miguel covered your mouth, "Shit, you're so annoying. No one has been able to put you in your place. Do I need to be the one to do that?" He said with a huff.

You licked his hand in response, "Awe, not sure if a fucking will stop me, but you are so willing to try~" You hummed.

Miguel felt his eye twitch as he captured your lips in a kiss, wanting to shut you up. You couldn't help yourself and smirked, enjoying this moment. Parting your lips, you hummed as Miguel forced his tongue into your mouth, his hands roaming your body.

"Mhm~ Gim....sq..." You tried to say. Miguel broke the kiss, glaring towards your,

"What?" He grumbled, biting and sucking against your neck. You chuckled as his hands reached your breasts,

"Give em a squeeze~ You know you wanna~"

"Do I have to shut your mouth again?" Miguel grumbled, kissing you again.

You tried your best to behave, you truly did. You couldn't help but try to grind against his hips, press your chest to his, or even kiss his neck. Miguel was ready to web your mouth, at least until he started to rub your-

"Whoa, whoa, writer, now I don't mind a good sex scene, but lemme have some privacy here!" You huffed.

Uh, I kind of wrote smut in the warning...so I'm giving the readers what they want, a sex scene.

"Well, I want this man to myself right now! You write other smuts! Let them read those!"

But they wanted this...I can't just-

"Consent!" You huffed, literally spreading your legs towards a feral Miguel who had you pinned, "This is different! I'm totally into this freaky shit!"

"Who are you talking too?" Miguel grumbled, ripping your suit. You shushed towards him,

"The writer! Wait juuuuust a second before shoving that monster of a cock inside me!"

I need to give them a sex scene here. You're already helping me write it.

"No, no! You are trying to write it. I'm trying to enjoy the moment. So be a good writer and juuuuuuuust-"

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"Thank you~"

What just happened?

"Oh, I totally skipped the part where Miguel fucked me so good that I actually did shut up. Hell, I think I still feel weak in the knees. Who would have known the stamina and strength that man had. Fucking hot, can't wait to-"

You skipped my story?! I'm the writer here!

"Yeaaaaaah, but like, you can always write more smut. Let me just enjoy that moment to me~. I'm sure you understand~" You cooed.

...

"Hehe, go on. End the story. I'm sure you have other smut to write."

I just- Whatever.

Let's just say, you made yourself a permanent member of the Spider Society. You made sure to annoy Miguel just enough so that he could keep teaching you a lesson. Hopefully, we'll get to see one of those lessons one of these days.

"Maybe~ If I decide to show the goods."

Freaking Deadpools.

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Hahaha, hope you enjoyed! I always loved it when Deadpool would just talk to the narrator or hop comic pages sometimes. It was great.

@tojishugetiddies

[margareth-lv]

⛓️ When art and life become one ⛓️

I believe fairy tales have a great deal of therapeutic power. And there's nothing quite like a good story.

As I’ve written here a few times before, I first started watching Outlander in 2020 – a challenging year for us all. At that time, we all needed a good story to take our minds off reality. And to move into the catharsis that art offers. You can imagine my excitement when I realised that two actors (who were so obviously in love) playing the characters in the story were born around the same time as the characters they were playing.

James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser, born on 1 May. Sam Roland Heughan, born on 30 April. Both Taurus, just like me. Claire Beauchamp Randall Fraser, born on 20 October. Caitríona Mary Balfe, born on 4 October. Both Libra.

And, as you might expect, in both the play and real life, she is older than he is. Isn't it wonderful how things just fall into place sometimes? There’s always something to ponder, think about and enjoy.

But it's been a while since we've seen joy in "enjoy." The Taylor Swift concert is the exception that proves the rule, here.

I'm getting tired of the low-level storytelling we've been presented with for a while now. This story is the worst of the worst. It’s a pretty poor selection of C, D, and E cinema.

And it's pretty sad how two people, who literally built their relative public recognisability on being the 'hottest couple on the screen', are now pathetically role-playing their supposed 'real love lives'. And neither of them succeeds. They're also pretty weak actors in their roles of romantic lovers (I'm thinking mainly of Sam here). Let me just say that they're not pathetic only when they're together. *** *** *** When I saw the blurry, embarrassing footage from this weekend's Giorgio Armani Tennis Classic (tagged #ad on Sam's Instagram), my first thought was that it was a spectacle for us, our Tumblr fandom. There's no one else who would be interested in something you have to look for with a magnifying glass, zooming in, spending long minutes stopping frames of film. Then I got reminded about the Wimbledon Tennis Championships back in July 2019 and another poor performances by 'bride' and her 'groom' a month before their 'wedding'.

Do you remember those pictures?

First wife, second wife, Claire Beauchamp Randall Fraser and Laoghaire MacKenzie, I mean, Evie Greenwood, a primary teacher.

You know, realism and art all blend together.

We first saw this kind of kissing being reduced to sucking on the partner's upper lip in what we were forced to think was Sam’s ‘real life’, and then we saw the same thing on screen.

And what about Sam's somewhat embarrassing performance in The Couple Next Door? Which other actor in that film has exposed themselves so much (and so pointlessly), in a literal sense?

How many of us thought Sam's performance in the erotic scenes in TCND was not sexy at all, but disgusting?

I did.

Wasn't that display of Sam's rhythmically moving buttocks as distasteful as his other performance a few weeks ago?

Seriously, I would never want my husband/partner/father of my children to behave like this. There's no money worth it. But maybe there is.

Sometimes I feel sorry for them, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I remind myself of how jealous Cait can be.

How on earth do they manage to live like that?

[3 July, 2024]

[astrologicalsstuff]

explaining aspects through my synastry with my boyfriend

18+ MDNI - please don’t copy my work

Hey guys I’m back again it’s been a while

I have a new boyfriend well it’s actually been a few months but I just want to show off our synastry

💛Our synastry💛

His Sun conjunct my mercury

Our relationship is strongly based on communication. He has been very helpful in encouraging me in my communication (I have Saturn in gemini).

This is everything from using solid information. Giving me resources to use in school. Helping me with my homework, to communicating my feelings and needs in our relationship. He has also has connected me a lot more with technology.

Moon conjunct moon

Our moons are out of sign but my Venus is conjunct my moon so I thought it might be worth mentioning

His Moon conjunct my Venus

We stay in all the time and we stay up at night talking about any and everything. We’re mercurials, but this aspect just allows us to unpack everything together. We always go out just to end up talking to each other in a quiet corner somewhere.

His moon in my 5th house

Yeah there’s romance. We go on dates everyday on the weekends or we find anew recipe and cook for each other all the time. We go out to art shows and analyze art together. And movies. I think this also has to do with our 2nd house synastry, but I always give him things to decorate (Venus) his house (moon). And I know how to deal with his feelings, but he also gets mine (most of the time)

My NN directly conjunct his ascendant

SN on the descendant I’ve heard this can indicate knowing eachother in a past life and everytime I end up talking to someone with these aspects it’s never a new introduction it’s always I’ve seen you somewhere. Or we’ve met before, I’ve even had lots of people have dreams about me before meaeting them. Southbode aspects always start of in the middle of something for me.

We also have a very cute story which I feel like has to also do with our Venus synastry, but when we first met He said he saw me in San Francisco and that we went to school together, and I knew I never went to school in San Francisco but then he said last winter and I knew I went there to check out colleges last minute almost a year ago, and he said he remembered seeing me and always wanted to talk to me but never saw me again. We ran into eachother at a party randomly in a city 6 hours away.

My side was I saw him at a party and thought he was cute so I was being very flirty with like smiles and staring. I really wasn’t looking for anyone but when he came in I was like he’s cuteee.

My neptune trine his ascendant

With my north node also making its place there, I think it also added to the fantasy that was our first meeting. He definitely has unrealistic ideas about me though. I don’t see what he sees but he makes me out to be this amazing angel despite it all.

His Venus in my first house

He says I’m his dream girl and he really makes me feel like I’m the hottest person he’s ever seen, sometimes it can be a bit much but I don’t mind. He also makes me feel valuable but that can also have to do with our 2nd house synastry.

My stellium (sun mars Jupiter) in his second

I love giving him things🫣 I make him art, and help him find things to decorate his house.

My Saturn in his first house

I do think due to other aspects we have a few power dynamics, and I think he thinks he’s the more mature one, but I think we just view these things in different ways. this has been my longest relationship

His mars (sag) in my 8th house

Yeah… you probably already know. This placement is categorized as sexual and intense. It is, we argue all the time, but the sex… I’ve never had sex like this he figured out all my secret spots

My Pluto conjunct his mars

Even though he can be pretty intense I feel like I do well with intensity. He probes but I want to be better about being honest.

His mars opposite my Saturn

It’s exactly what it sounds like we can’t have sex half the time because of a personal condition, it also took us a bit of time before we actually did start having sex. It’s hard to have sex at my place but he lives so far. Plus I always have responsibilities (Saturn) that he helps me with. We make a good team though he brings the action and drive to get things done and I bring… the things we have to get done lol.

His Saturn square my moon

I never thought it would manifest this way, but we have entirely different parenting styles and because of this we basically agreed we won’t work in the long run which is a contrast to the I want you forever he was giving me before. But it’s still a pretty reasonable and mature conversation and we agree that’s not something we have to think about for a while but that’s in the air.

I also believe in astrology which he doesn’t at all and tries to belittle me sometimes about it and sometimes it feels like he makes light of all my personal beliefs. He would never say this but he acts like all the things that matter to me are unrealistic and I don’t think he notices.

His Saturn square my venus

This one is actually very interesting this aspect gets characterized as “right person wrong time” it has the ability to keep two people apart through differences in responsibilities and values.

This can mean anything from age difference, infidelity, or

Saturns reputation of being cold and restrained dampens Venus and starts to weigh her down over time

I always thought this placement would be very intense and I see it slowly creeping over us, but for me as Venus I feel as though I can be very … indulgent and he tends to live life with more discipline. He often tries to encourage me to set rules, and standards to live by. We are fundamentally different and it can be quite difficult sometimes.

The timing in this relationship is also quite intriguing, he has a very steady semi fast pace for us dating. We do all the things exactly how we are supposed to and while it’s not particularly fast I think I’m more open to seeing the possibility of where we go where as he is planning for the long term.

That’s all for now 🤍

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 36 (Home Renovation & A New Routine)

The first thing Heather did with the Landgraabs' money was hire contractors to add a second story to her home. Her son was small enough for now and his crib still fit in the living room, but their one-bedroom home would only get smaller as he grew, so she added two new bedrooms (one for Ash, one for guests) and a second bathroom.

She didn't really have an eye for design, but she knew she liked green and yellow and decorated accordingly. The money from Malcolm was meant as an investment in their son’s future and this home expansion certainly qualified, but she was determined to grow her business and raise the rest of the 175,000 on her own. Even though she was a long way from independence, she began to dream of the day she could rebrand the clinic under her own name.

Per Heather and Malcolm's agreement, Heather would keep primary custody, but Ash would spend some weekends with his father in San Myshuno, and the first weekend crept up on Heather with so much to do at work. She dreaded being separated from her son, least of all so he could spend a weekend under the influence of Nancy Landgraab.

"It's fine. This is healthy even though it's hard." She gave herself a pep talk before she left for the city with her son, then stopped in to visit her family at Fountainview Penthouse before they were due at the Landgraabs.

Her Uncle Karl and his husband Mortimer greeted them warmly. "Ash looks like you," said Mortimer kindly, but Heather thought she heard a hint of relief in his voice. Was it because of the curse? The less he looked like a Landgraab, the better?

Catching her mind wandering about the old tale, she admonished herself for taking it so seriously. It's just a name, and curses aren't real. She forced herself to repeat the thought like a mantra.

Holly was still wearing her deep-sea fishing uniform when they arrived after her workday. She talked excitedly about the job she loved as her nephew bounced to Mortimer's old school records in her arms. "The catches in the bay are so huge they could eat the fish swimming through the River Bagley! And Kris' work as an art critic is beginning to get attention. Every piece he writes is better than the last!" Ash wriggled from her arms to wiggle on the floor.

"He loves music, I guess," noted Holly's husband, Kris. "Didn't you say Malcolm was a music fan."

Heather nodded, anxious to imagine her son inheriting more traits from his father. Music was one of the many interests she and Malcolm never shared. Even though she listened to music growing up, she always preferred quieter surroundings.

(I like when my sims pick their own faves. Eventually I just had to give her a favourite -Focus Music fyi- because I waited until YA to see what music she ended up liking, and the only music preference she ever developed was that she hates alternative.)

The only time she ever sought out music was to focus on projects for school, and her brother always said ambient sounds weren't really music, anyway. Heather was fine with that, but Malcolm never understood why she didn't know anything about all the hottest new bands and singers. "He used to say I grew up under a pretty little rock in our tiny little hometown."

"Malcolm's a jerk," said Kris, and Holly nodded in emphatic agreement. "But your son's pretty cute. Maybe we should have one, Hols."

Holly beamed. "I've already reached the top of my career, so I'm ready whenever you are. I've been ready!"

Heather knew her generous sister and her high school sweetheart would make wonderful parents when the time was right, but for now she had to leave them. "Ash and I have to go. Nancy will be such a pill if I'm late."

Despite her fear, Heather knew she had no choice but to adapt to this new routine with the Landgraabs. ->

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[angelagiarratana]

My Kink Is Karma

Had this song on repeat while I wrote it. Angsty, rough, it's a long one, buckle up. not proof read lol

After the longest and hottest day of your life, you pulled into the apartment parking lot and took a sigh of relief. You grabbed your bag and locked the car, walking up the steps to see your stuff on the steps of the apartment. Angela sitting beside it, standing up as soon as she saw you. Angry tears streaming down her face, she was so furious, "How could you do that to me?" She slammed a fist into her chest, "Cheating on me is one thing, but outing me to my boss?" She wiped her cheek, "Uncalled for!" You were stunned, having no knowledge of any of this. You glanced at your notifications seeing the missed calls and texts. You sighed, "Angela I don't kno-" "No! Don't try to gaslight me right now!" She took a step closer to you, "Please just take your shit and leave." She turned and walked towards the door, "Angela!" She stopped, "What the fuck is going on?" She didn't face you, "Open my text." You dropped your bag and tapped on the notification, you gasped. A photo of you from grad school on your screen, "Angela this was before we were together. This is from grad school, she was in my class. I promise you it was one night before I even knew you." She walked inside.

You sat on the steps defeated. Months of work down the drain over a stupid fucking fling. You were just as angry as Angela now. How could she think that of you? It's really just simply immature of her to not even talk to you about it. You hadn't seen her calls or texts because you were busy all day and wanted to go home. Home to your girlfriend.

You lugged your shit into your car and looked up the stairs at the window to see Angela staring at you. Your heart clenched, but your immaturity kicked in, and you were so angry. So you left.

Two weeks a mutual friend, Mariah calls you, your phone vibrating in your hand for a second before you got the guts to answer it. "Hello?" She sighed, "Thank god Y/n! Hi! I have some questions." You sat up picking at your nails, "What's up?" She let out a stressed breath, "Have you spoken to Angela lately?" The name leaving her lips felt like a jab to the gut. You swallowed, "Um, no. Not for a couple weeks." Mariah shuffled on the other side, "Mariah whatever you need to ask you can. I promise."

After a couple seconds of silence, she spoke up, "Listen she's made a wild accusation and I wanted to hear your side." You knew it was coming, so you told her your side of the story. "Oh wow. So she didn't like, talk to you?" You frowned, "No, but honestly I can't blame her. I would react in a very similar way." Mariah needed to know another important thing, "Did you out her to Ian?"

The question hung in the air as you processed it. "I've been deep in Smosh Twitter trying to figure out where that came from. I've found a lot of bullshit." You opened your laptop to a note, "I have a few links I can send you but it's really shitty evidence. It's all theories." Mariah, now believing you got fucked over, puts you on speaker and opens Twitter. "Do you think someone in that circle tried to fuck you over?" You thought it over, "I can't say for sure. I wasn't around them enough to know. Really only Chanse, but he definitely wouldn't."

After a few hours of sleuthing, talking, and crying, Mariah believed you. "Hey, Y/n, can I be 100% with you?" You shifted uncomfortably, "Go for it." Mariah stuttered, "Ang- Anglea isn't," she paused, "Angela isn't doing well. She totaled her car and dyed her hair this awful brown and is on this whole 'live for the now' rampage." You grew angry and so sad, "Mariah, I wish I could help you with that, but she chose this. At the end of the day, we both got fucked over. She did get outed to her boss at the end of the day." She knew you were right. "I know. Listen, I'm here for you, okay?" You smiled sadly, "Thank you."

Six months later there was an arts, comedy, and fashion, creator event going on for Halloween. You, Mariah, and some mutual friends decided to go. You spent weeks planning your costume to be the perfect level of classy but casual but a tiny bit slutty. The event was on a rooftop after dark so the temperature was perfect. You were a few finger sandwiches and drinks in when your eyes found hers. She was coming your direction, wearing a beautiful and hot, Elphaba costume, Chanse dressed as Glinda. Mariah placed a hand on your knee, shooting you a sympathetic look.

Alright, time for the dreaded seeing your ex with mutual friends for the first time since the breakup. Mariah stood to hug her, Angela lighting up to see her close friend, it made your heart skip a beat. Luckily one of your other friends struck up a conversation with you.

Mariah sat back down, "You good?" She quietly asked, you nodded. "I'm gonna go grab a drink from the bar." You stood up, smoothed out your costume, and walked as confidently as you could. "Can I get a vodka redbull please?" The bartender nodded and you sat on a stool checking your phone. Someone sat beside you and you looked up, Chanse beside you. "Hey, Y/n." He sounded happy to see you, "Hi Chanse." He shifted in his stool, "Listen she would kill me for doing this but the whole situation between you two got so fucked up." The bartender set down your drink, "Here's that Vodka Redbull," Chanse handed him $20. "I need you like, just trust me for 45 seconds." He turned his body towards you and waited for you to say something, "If you can make it 30 I'll buy the next round." He nodded.

"Basically some bitch from your grad program dmed that picture to Ian and told him that it was taken recently. She also told Ian that you sent it to him from her account so Angela wouldn't find out. Ian told Angela about it thus her reaction. However, since then we found that picture is old and that grad school bitch doesn't even live in this country anymore so." Your mind went blank.

not one thought.

Just red, hot, anger. "Respectfully Chanse, if she had listened to me six months ago she would still be driving the Honda." Chanse's eyes told on him, he knew you were telling the truth. "She knows that. She um, went to therapy. She feels awful about it, and I don't say that to guilt you into forgiving her, but so you know she hasn't been happy." He was trying to comfort you, and it helped. You smiled, "Are you smiling?" He asked amused. "My kink is karma ya know," you said as you sipped your drink, he chuckled. Suddenly from the crowd, a hand you would never forget appears on his should, "Hey this girl is dressed as the Wiz and wants to take a picture with us!" Angela said really excitedly, very proud of her costume. Your stomach dropped now knowing that she knew the truth. It felt like the world stopped. You could see the guilt, angst, and regret in her eyes as they met yours. She swallowed, "Hi Y/n." You smiled at her, "Hello Angela." You sipped your drink and looked towards Mariah, who was staring at you already. She gathered her stuff and started towards you. "Angela, did you want another drink?" Chanse asked attempting to break the silence, the photo at hand forgotten. Anglea finally looked away from you, "Yeah, just a-" "Vodka Redbull." Chanse finished. You sighed, she noticed it. "Hey, Y/n! We're gonna go find real food and probably go back to mine, do you wanna come?" Mariah, like an angel, appeared. Thankful, you nodded and chugged your drink. Feeling Angela's eyes on your neck, jaw, and chest. You set the cup down, "Maybe her kink is karma." Chanse's jaw dropped and Angela looked at her feet.

"Okay! Let's go!" Mariah grabbed your arm ripping you from your seat, pulling you towards the door. "Y/n what is wrong with you?" She half scolded, half laughed at your tipsy fuck up. "Y/n!" Angela yelled above the crowd, speed walking towards you. You pulled free from Mariah's grip, "Can we talk?" She picked at her nails, and like clockwork, you grabbed her hands to make her stop. She didn't pull away. Mariah spoke up, "Y/n I really think we should-" "Mariah please." Angela begged desperation in her voice. "Angela I think we should've talked six months ago." She nodded but reconnected eye contact before she spoke, "Y/n I am so sorry I thought so low of you. That I even for a second thought it could've been true. I didn't know this girl and I believed her over you? It's disrespectful." You felt heavy under her gaze, "And then I didn't even let you defend yourself or try to be logical with me. I-" Her voice cracked, "I have regretted it for so long." You nodded, "I know. I don't have to keep tabs on you to know what's going on with you. I still get tagged in posts on Instagram about us." She gripped your hands a little tighter and she looked at the ground, "I'm sorry." You tested the water, "Congrats on the new Stakid show. I heard it was really good, puppets?" She chuckled, "Thanks."

She seemed so defeated, but god was the Vodka working. The way her hands felt in yours, the way her thumbs drew tiny circles on your hand. "Do you wanna get coffee?" She looked back up at you, "Yeah- Yeah that would be great." She immediately pulled her phone out, "Um I can," she opened her notes app to her to-do list, "I can text you tomorrow when I am sober, you are sober and we can find a time." Naturally, you got nosey and peeked at the screen for a second. "Angela Giarratana, do you still have 'listen to my kink is karma' on your to-do list?" She locked her phone and took a step closer to you, "Listen a pretty girl told me to listen to it one night at a bar and I just haven't gotten to it yet." The air got lighter, and you felt pulled to her, you took a step closer. "She sounds hot, maybe you should give it a listen." Angela swallowed and her neck grew red. You giggled and started walking backward, "Bye Angela." She waved a goofy ass smile on her face, "See you Y/n."

You exploded into laughter after reuniting with Mariah, she was dying to know the details as you entered the elevator. "God Mariah, am I stupid?" She looked confused, "Are you gonna see her?" It was disgusting how big you smiled. Her hand flew to her mouth, "Oh my god!" The strangers in the elevator looking at you two. She whispered, "You fucking love bug!" You giggled.

Angela locked her apartment door, slipped off her shoes, and set down her door dashed lasagna. She opened Spotify, hitting play on the song as she gathered things to eat. She made it her Instagram note.

[beanghostprincess]

What do you think about Law x Luffy.

this one's going to be so much fun... i apologize if this ends up being long. i'm kind of a menace to society when it comes to writing.

okay so- i know how popular this ship is so don't come at me with axes and swords trying to murder me because i swear to god i like the ship.

i just don't like it in a requited way...

the thing is i knew about this ship way before meeting law because it's like what?? the second most popular thing on ao3 after zosan (if somebody asks me my opinion on zosan i'd be very happy bc i have unpopular things to say and i love being chaotic on the internet *evil laugh*). and, you know, i was excited as hell to see what the fuck these two had going on. because if people like it so damn much it must be because it's the most homosexual thing in the world. my fiancé LOVES them, too. i was so excited watching punk hazard with the hope of shipping them at some point.

but, you know, that point never really came.

i love their dynamic. they're so, so important to me. law is such a complex character he makes me want to dig a hole in the ground and just die there already, i literally can't handle his whole story. and luffy is just... so good to him. for him. i love how law starts his relationship with him only for professional reasons but slowly gets used to his shenanigans and by the end of dressrosa trusts him with his whole heart for him to end doffy (shout out to my husband he did nothing wrong besides being the hottest piece of shit in this show). i love the whole sun/moon dynamic they have going on. law, who's being haunted by his past and will not hesitate to die to fulfill cora's mission. and luffy, who will not let him die because they're friends and will help him no matter what. and for law, such a kind gesture is literally his whole world. they're so beautiful and dear to me... all of their scenes are so so cute and i want to put them in a blender and drink them they're so silly and angsty and cute and-

well! the thing is, referring to the ship: i ship it in an unrequited way. i do enjoy all the ship art and fics (i literally have and will keep reposting lawlu stuff bc their content is amazing and i do enjoy it a lot) but my views on it are a bit different.

i see law being completely head over heels for luffy (yay! welcome to the 'we are in love with luffy but he will never know' club. there are a lot of people here, bestie). i love seeing law as this quiet, reserved, edgy-wannabe guy who falls for a dude who's literally a sunflower and doesn't know how to deal with those emotions. because it's just too much. luffy is too much. and it's so beautiful... so intimate and personal.

and i just fucking love pain, so making it unrequited is just wayyyy better.

i just personally don't see luffy being in love with law. i think he loves him, like, as a friend and would do anything for him but in a, you know, very platonic way? and i'm not even fond of unrequited ships, but there's just something about unrequited lawlu that makes me go insane.

that being said, i LOVE their dynamic. and i LOVE the content. let's just say i like the ship a lot and the content but my personal views on it are a bit different ??

TL;TR: i love seeing law suffering bc i love him a lot. i swear it makes sense.

[mermaidsirennikita]

I’ve started watching The Artful Dodger and loving it, it’s far better than Bridgerton at actually capturing the essence of a romance novel (my first thought upon seeing Jack and Belle interact was that it could’ve been ripped straight from a romance novel). Do you have any recs for tv shows or movies that have the vibes of a romance novel?

Ooh yes!

Oldie but a goodie and if anyone hasn't seen it they should (and really, the whole trilogy--the second movie gets a bad rap, but I personally so enjoy it, and I love the third movie for a lot of reasons but the "REIGNITE. OUR. LOVE." sequence is absolutely one of them, the "we are gonna FUCK THIS SHIT OUT" vibes are sooo romance novel for me). Bridget Jones's Diary. Mark Darcy is just an amazing hero. Bridget is a legend. Hugh Grant as Daniel Cleaver is PEAK Hugh Grant, and his introduction in that film is one of the greatest character intros I have ever. Seen in cinema. I see some people knock on it because of things that have aged--Bridget worrying over her weight because it's the early 2000s and super skinny was the trend, the workplace harassment. I don't give a fuck. If you haven't seen Bridget Jones's Diary, you are doing yourself a disservice.

(It is based on a book, but that book is not a romance novel. The movies are.)

Ummm speaking of Hugh Grant, Music & Lyrics is an underrated BANGER and absolutely fucking reads as a romance novel. A washed up has-been pop star begins a creative partnership with the messy neurotic woman who waters his plants? He does a flop attempt at defending her honor to do the guy who did her wrong. There's a grand gesture/grovel moment ffs. It's GREAT. The music is AMAZING. POP! Goes My Heart!

This one is borderline because it is more of a girls trip comedy, but the romance is truly centered so well and is a swoony romance and it features peak Richard Madden and it is again, so underrated. Netflix's Ibiza, dude. Buttoned up marketing girl goes on a business trip to Spain, her two best friends (who are both much wilder than her) accompany her and they go to the club one night and see DJ Richard Madden (LEOOOOO WESSSSST) and he and the main girl have this amazing meet cute that involves someone drawing a dick on her face in glow in the dark marker and him coming to the rescue, but then he has to go to a gig in Ibiza and she and her friends decide to track him down because some people are destined to go to the moon, but her destiny is to FUCK. THAT. DJ. But Harper and Leo's connection is more like love at first sight than pure horniness? I just miss movies that like, unabashedly capture zany happiness and the flutters of first love (and the sex scene is so good???). This movie is amazing and I adore it.

Bros. Look dude. I know Billy Eichner fucked up the marketing for this one. I know he's annoying as hell. Bros is objectively a romance novel movie lol. It's not as inclusive as it could/should be, I will agree with that always--but the romance arc is so good, and it is legit funny, and it has a FAILED GROVEL which we all know is one of my favorite things. And I do think it has a deeply true heart and soul and is really amazing.

Brown Sugar. PEAK Taye Diggs and Sanaa Lathan. It's a slow burn friends to lovers movie in which there is sooooo much sexual tension and so much angst and so much follow the fuck through. Also, Taye Diggs has one of the most magnificent line deliveries of all time with "riCHARD LAWson".

Imagine Me and You. The sapphic romcom we deserve. A bride falls in love at first sight with hot florist Lena Headey while walking down the aisle to marry her groom, as you do. What follows is a woman desperately trying not to cheat on her husband while experiencing extreme sexual tension with Lena Headey. Surprisingly soft and super romantic.

Lady Chatterley's Lover (2022). Required viewing for historical romance novel fans. Obviously based on a book, but again, that book is not a romance lol. The movie is. And it's one of the hottest movies in recent memory. Jack and Emma did the WORK. The kiss right before he goes down on her is maybe my favorite movie kiss of all time.

Obviously. Pride and Prejudice (2005). I shouldn't have to include this, but to be fucking clear lol. I will always maintain that while P&P (the novel) is a predecessor and a shaper of romance novels, it is not a romance novel. It is a contemporary novel with a lot of social commentary and a good love story. This movie? Makes it a full, sweeping romance with some of the best tension ever committed to screen.

Faraway. Omg, an amazing slept-on movie that is a rare romcom featuring a middle-aged woman! Basically, right when her mom dies she finds out her husband is having at min an emotional affair with his younger employee, and she also discovers her mom had a secret property on a Croatian island. She goes there, and is immediately courted by this younger real estate developer guy, but why is she constantly butting heads with the gruff guy who's been living in her mom's house????

Far and Away. Hate to recommend a Tom Cruise film, BUT it is is very romance novel, and it does star Nicole Kidman as well, and I hate to say it but those two did have bomb chemistry when they were married. The Irish accents are rough, but the plot is delightful because he's a poor guy who ends up getting roped into her scheme to leave for America (after his harebrained revenge scheme against her dad fails lol) and they live in a boarding house together pretending to be brother and sister... But like, everyone can tell they aren't because of their extremely obvious sexual tension lol.

When Harry Met Sally. Cliche, but it is a classic every romance lover should see. I'm not a big Billy Crystal fan, but his chemistry with Meg Ryan is MAGIC in this, and you really do get the sense of two people slooowly falling in love without even realizing it until suddenly they do all at once.

[nubianamy]

Writing update (Winter 2024/2025)

I didn't even write one of these in 2023 or 2024, which tells you exactly how much writing I've been doing! Thanks to @kwills91 for tagging me in this fic roundup.

Solo Writing

Most of my solo writing has halted, including the many Donutverse WIPs. It's always possible I'll pick them back up again, but for now, I've set them aside.

Here are the solo fics I published in 2023 and 2024:

1. Relevé

AU-Canon Divergence, high school friendship, redeemed!Dave

Fandom: Glee Ship: Kurtofsky with background Mike/Finn Rating: Teen Summary: Dave wants to get Kurt's attention, but figuring out how to do it without being a total asshole is going to take some work.

Oneshot, complete, 5k

Comments: I wrote this for the Hibernation Dave zine in 2022, but forgot to put it on AO3 until 2023, so I'm counting it here.

2. Our Name is Our Virtue (part 3 of Inoa'ohana / Family Name series)

soulmates, polyamory, light Dom/sub, conspiracy

Fandom: Hawaii 5-O Ships: McDanno, Steve/Danny/Dave Collins Rating: Explicit Summary: Danny and Steve might be soulmates, but there are still so many people in their lives who don't know anything about it—and there's a price to pay when people choose to keep secrets instead of telling the truth.

Series, complete, 26k words

Comments: I wrote this for the 2023 H50 Big Bang, and it got the hottest art! I absolutely love McDanno, but this series was my opportunity to explore crime drama in the context of the Donutverse soulmates/worldwide conspiracy setting, and it had to be polyam for it to work for the larger story. I have seven more stories planned in this series.

3. Laid Up

masturbation, fluff and smut, AU-Canon Divergence

Fandom: Glee Ship: Puckurt Rating: Explicit Summary: After Puck breaks his leg, the Hudson-Hummel family agree to care for him while he recovers. Kurt quickly realizes he’s in for a lot more than he bargained for.

One-shot, work in progress, 13k so far

Comments: This was my avoiding-writing-my-Big-Bang story.

4. Guilty Pleasure

AU-Coffeehouse, teacher!Buck, friends to lovers

Fandom: 9-1-1 Ship: Buddie Rating: Teen Summary: Buck especially loves it when Eddie's kid Christopher comes into his sister's coffee shop.

One-shot, complete, 9k

Comments: My first Buddie story! I wrote this for the 2024 9-1-1 Fanworks Festival.

Cowriting

Even though work and my life have been busy, writing with my cowriter @beshrew-my-very-heart has continued. I'm so grateful for his patience with all the changes and stressful event of the last two years.

My cowriter introduced me to a new fandom this year, 9-1-1. We wrote a handful of smutty stories for the Five Alarm Fest this summer, and several of them have prompted series, in particular the Time Off crossover series. It's been so much fun to get to know all the characters by writing about them.

Here are the fics we've published together in 2023 and 2024:

1. Auld Acquaintance

Puck is a bi stereotype, secret relationship

Fandom: Glee Ship: Puck/everyone (but secretly kinky Puckurt) Rating: Mature Summary: On New Year’s Eve, Noah Puckerman is embroiled in a little game. From the moment the ball drops, he is on a quest: to collect kisses from as many of the New Direction alumni before time runs out.

First in unpublished series but can be read as a oneshot, complete, 10k

Comments: This is my favorite story-that-nobody-read, probably because we didn't tag the secret relationship. We challenged ourselves to write a oneshot. It was plotted, written, and published in 24 hours—but we couldn't stop there! We wrote several thousand words of a sequel, but set it aside in favor of writing other things.

2. Waited on a Line of Greens and Blues (part 3 of To Be With You series)

AU-Canon Divergence, football, teen drama, romance

Fandom: Glee Ship: Sam/Finn, Puckurt, Finn/Kurt friendship, Puck/Finn frenemies Rating: Explicit Summary: Sam and Finn’s second summer at football camp is complicated by Puck’s involvement, Kurt’s presence at the cheerleading camp across the lake, the new direction of the camp’s management, and Sean’s painful absence. The most challenging thing about being together again, however, is their own confusing feelings for one another.

Series, work in process (finished but we are posting it very slowly), 179k so far

Comments: We wrote this a while back (and also wrote a good bunch of the next one), and I'm still so proud of it. We commissioned some amazing art for it from @starpawedart that we adore.

3. Knockout

missing scene, first time

Fandom: 9-1-1 Ship: EddieTommy Rating: Explicit Summary: After a fire at the airport grounds Eddie and Tommy in Las Vegas, they’re forced to spend the night in a hotel room together. Misunderstandings lead to Eddie getting a much clearer understanding about his relationship with Tommy.

first in series, complete, 13k

Comments: We love this ship (and it felt so obvious that this was the way the story would have gone if the writers had decided to go with EddieTommy instead of BuckTommy). There's a sequel in the works.

4. Parched

pwp, shower kink

Fandom: 9-1-1 Ship: Tarlos Rating: Explicit Summary: When a drought hits Austin, TK has an idea for how to get his time in the shower.

oneshot, complete, 5k

Comments: Learning to write TK/Carlos...

5. Biggest Fan (Part 1 of Crossing State Lines series)

first time, Buck has a big dick, intercrural

Fandoms: 9-1-1, 9-1-1: Lone Star Ship: Buck/Mateo Rating: Explicit Summary: Sparks fly when Evan Buckley and Mateo Chavez meet in a bar in LA, but are their eyes too big for their stomachs?

first in series, complete, 12k

Comments: I had no idea how much I would enjoy this ship before we wrote this story, but Buck and Mateo are adorable together.

6. Force of Nature (Part 2 of Crossing State Lines series)

coming out, relationship drama, foursome

Fandoms: 9-1-1, 9-1-1: Lone Star Ships: Buck/Mateo, Buck/Mateo/Carlos/TK Rating: Explicit Summary: In the midst of wildfire disaster relief in Texas, Buck plans a surprise visit to Mateo, but he doesn’t think through all the ramifications of his arrival.

second in series, complete, 47k

Comments: Mateo and Buck have to do some relationship mending at the beginning, but all ends well.

7. Wholly Convinced

first time threesome, public sex

Fandom: 9-1-1 Ship: BuckTommy Rating: Explicit Summary: Tommy Kinard always seems to know exactly what his partners want. He always takes it as his personal mission to help them get what they want. Tommy Kinard thinks he knows how this chapter ends.

oneshot, complete, 11k

Comments: Never thought writing a glory hole could be so romantic.

8. Bonfire

not actually unrequited love, established threesome

Fandoms: 9-1-1, 9-1-1: Lone Star Ships: Buck/Carlos/TK, Buddie Rating: Explicit Summary: Even after years of TK and Carlos feeding the flame of their long-distance relationship with Buck, they know he’s carrying a torch for someone else, too. Can they find a way to kindle this slow burn into a steady fire?

oneshot, complete, 10k

Comments: I think this is the best-written of all our 9-1-1 fics.

9. Monday is Blue (Part 1 of Time Off series)

Daddy kink, sex toys, polyamory

Fandoms: 9-1-1, 9-1-1: Lone Star Ships: Buck/Owen, Owen/Mateo, Tarlos Rating: Explicit Summary: When Buck needs a place to crash in Austin, he stays at Owen’s place, and winds up with more than he bargained for.

first in series, complete, 30k

Comments: I know I'm the only one in the fandom who likes Owen, but I 100% fell in love with this pairing... and it just gets sweeter from here.

10. Tuesday is Gray (Part 2 of Time Off)

kitchen table polyam, D/s, public scene, family feels

Fandoms: 9-1-1, 9-1-1: Lone Star Ships: Buck/Owen, Owen/Mateo, Buck/Owen/Mateo, Tarlos Rating: Explicit Summary: On the second day of Buck’s trip to Texas, he only finds himself drawn deeper into the myriad dynamics and relationships in Owen Strand’s home. Everyone seems to have plans and ideas for what to do next, as Buck tries to work out his place amongst them.

second in series, complete, 78k

Comments: Power dynamics aren't easy to negotiate, but we managed to get through it without destroying the relationshp!

11. Wednesday Too (Part 3 of Time Off)

kink checklists, kitchen table polyam, coming out

Fandoms: 9-1-1, 9-1-1: Lone Star Ships: Buck/Owen, Owen/Mateo, Buck/Owen/Mateo, Buck/Carlos, Tarlos Rating: Explicit Summary: Time doesn’t stop for anyone, and even though it’s the third day of Buck’s Texas Vacation, Owen and Mateo have to return to work. Luckily, they’ve found the perfect person to keep Buck company, teach him some new things about himself, and run him through his paces. Twenty-four hours doesn’t sound like a long time, but it’s plenty of opportunity to break some rules, confess some secrets, and perhaps have a few surprise visitors.

third in series, complete, 58k

Comments: We thought we were being so sneaky about the actual main pairing of this story, but every comment makes it obvious that we were mistaken.

12. Life Jacket (set in the Time Off series)

5+1, kitchen table polyam, D/s

Fandoms: 9-1-1, 9-1-1: Lone Star Ships: BuckTommy, BuddieTommy, Buddie, Buck/Owen, Owen/Mateo, Buck/Owen/Mateo, Buck/Carlos, Tarlos Rating: Mature Summary: Five times members of the polycule mislaid their clothing, and one time they didn’t have to.

futurefic in series with spoilers, complete, 15k

Comments: I promise this is not a crackship!

Total words in 2023: 688,835

Total words in 2024: 482,167

[nimbusnomade]

35+ Awesome Japanese Winter Words

Fuyu (冬)

 Fuyu is the Japanese word for winter. It’s one of the four seasons in Japan. The other Japanese seasons are haru (spring), natsu (summer) and aki (autumn).

Samui (寒い)

Samui means cold in Japanese – and it is one of the most useful Japanese words for winter! If you’re in Japan during the winter months, you will hear almost every conversation start with samui desu ne – cold, isn’t it!

Yuki (雪)

Yuki is the Japanese word for snow. Snow is a symbol of winter in Japan, the same as many other northern hemisphere countries.

Japan is a large country with several different climates, so it doesn’t snow everywhere in Japan. The northern regions (especially Hokkaido) can be covered in snow for several months each year. But other parts of Japan (especially south of Tokyo) rarely see snow. Still, snow is a popular theme for winter cards, art and decorations.

Here are a few other snow related words in Japanese for you:

大雪 (oo yuki) – heavy snow

初雪 (hatsu yuki) – the first snow of the season

雪遊び（yuki asobi） – playing in the snow

雪合戦 (yuki gassen) – snow ball fight

雪祭り (yuki matsuri) – snow festival. The most famous snow festival is held in Sapporo, Hokkaido each February.

Kazahana (風花)

Kazahana is the Japanese word for snow flurry. If you are studying kanji, you might recognise the two characters that make up this word – 風 (kaza, wind) and 花 (hana, flowers). So a flurry of snowflakes is like little white flowers drifting in the wind. What a romantic image!

Ski (スキー)

Skiing is a popular winter hobby in Japan. The Japanese word スキー (ski) has been borrowed from other languages, so it’s easy to remember! It is written in katakana – the Japanese script used for foreign loan words.

Yukimi (雪見)

If you already know something about Japanese culture, you probably know that in Japan, people love to honour the changing seasons with different rituals that celebrate nature. Maybe you’ve heard of hanami – the spring time tradition of going to view the cherry blossoms. Well, yukimi means viewing the snow! Japanese people will often take the time to drink tea while admiring the snow.

Yukidaruma (雪だるま)

Yukidaruma means snowman in Japanese. Just like any other country, children love to build cute snowmen when it snows.The first part of the word, yuki, means snow. The second part, daruma, is a kind of round Japanese doll. Yukidaruma do look more like a ‘daruma’ than a ‘man’!

Bonus word: yukiusagi (雪うさぎ)

As well as snowmen, Japanese children love to make yukiusagi – snow bunnies! Usagi means rabbit in Japanese. Yuki usagi are smaller and easier to make than snowmen. Usually they are decorated with red berries for eyes and green leaves for ears.

Shirokuma (白くま)

Shirokuma means polar bear. Literally, it means white (shiro) bear (kuma). There aren’t any polar bears living in Japan, but a lot of people love them because they look cute, so they are kind of a symbol of winter and snow.

Kurisumasu (クリスマス)

Kurisumasu is Christmas in Japanese. It’s written in katakana, and of course it comes from the English word Christmas. Merry Christmas in Japanese is メリークリスマス (merii kurisumasu).

Christmas is not a big event in Japan because the country does not have a big Christian population. In fact, December 25th is a normal working day.

And it’s not considered a family day like in other countries. Christmas (or more especially, Christmas Eve) are actually thought of as romantic days in Japan! Christmas Eve is the hottest date night of the year – similar to Valentine’s day.

However, lately celebrating a western-style Christmas is becoming more and more popular in Japan.

Learn about some unique Japanese Christmas traditions here!

Oshougatsu (お正月)

Oshougatsu is New Year in Japanese. As we mentioned, New Year is much bigger than Christmas in Japan. In fact, many people consider it to be the most important holiday in the year. A new year represents a fresh start, and new hopes for the year ahead.

Most companies in Japan are closed from January 1 to January 3, and sometimes longer, to allow employees to spend time with their families.

The New Year period is typically a family time in Japan, with lots of traditions and special food.

Here are some other words associated with the New Year in Japan:

大晦日 (oomisoka) – Oomisoka means New Year’s Eve in Japanese.

年越しそば (toshikoshi soba)  – Toshikoshi soba is one of many traditional dishes served at New Year in Japan. Soba are buckwheat noodles, and toshikoshi is another word for New Year. They are traditionally eaten on New Years Eve because the long shape symbolises long life.

おせち (osechi)  – This is traditional food served on New Year’s day. All the ingredients of the meal have some special meaning for good luck over the next year.

 初夢 (hatsuyume)  – the first dream of the New Year

年玉 (otoshidama)  – New Year’s gift, typically money given as a gift to children at New Year in red envelopes

年賀状 (nengajou)  – New Year’s greetings cards

There are actually different greetings, depending on whether you say it before or after the new year!

Hatsumode  (初詣)

Hatsumōde is an important New Year tradition in many Japanese families. It means the first visit to a shrine or temple in the New Year. Many people try to go on January 1st, but any time in the first three days is OK.

Due to this tradition, Shinto shrines in Japan are extremely busy in early January. Many of them have a kind of festival feel, with food stalls outside and lots of activity.

During hatsumode, people buy omikuji (pieces of paper with fortunes written on) and pray for their wishes for the next year.

Kotatsu (炬燵)

If you’ve ever spent a winter in Japan, the kotatsu will be your best friend! A kotatsu is a low table with a heater underneath. You can sit around it to keep your legs warm and toasty in the cold weather. They usually have a blanket attachment to keep the heat in, and for extra coziness.

Most Japanese homes don’t have central heating, so the kotatsu is an important way to stay warm in winter! Usually the family will all gather around the kotatsu and hang out on cold evenings.

Mikan (みかん)

Mikan are Japanese mandarin oranges. They are a common winter fruit in Japan. They are grown in the south of Japan, especially Ehime prefecture. It has lots of vitamins and keeps people healthy in winter.

Japanese people especially love to enjoy mikan while sitting around the kotatsu!

Here are some other winter foods in Japan:

ゆず (yuzu) – another Japanese citrus fruit with a kind of lime/lemon taste

かぼちゃ (kabocha) – Japanese pumpkin

おでん (oden) – kind of stew with boiled ingredients such as boiled eggs, fishpaste cakes, potatoes and daikon

鍋 (nabe) – a warming hotpot dish full of vegetables and meat or fish

焼き芋 (yakiimo) – roasted sweet potatoes which are often sold by street vendors or food trucks in winter

いちご (ichigo) – strawberries. Strawberries are considered summer fruits in many other countries, but in Japan they are most popular in winter.

もち (mochi) – rice cake sold and eaten especially at new year, and also used in new year decorations.

Fuyu gomori (冬ごもり)

Do you like to escape from the world and stay indoors all winter? If so, you’re taking part in fuyu gomori – winter confinement or hibernation! The kotatsu is the perfect place for fuyu gomori 🙂

Setsubun (節分)

Setsubun is considered the last day of winter and beginning of spring in Japan. It takes place on February 3rd.

On setsubun, many Japanese families take part in a tradition to scare away evil spirits before the new season starts. For this tradition, the father of the household dresses up in a demon mask and comes to the front door of the house. The other family members throw soy beans at him, shouting 鬼は外! 福は内! (Oni wa soto! Fuku wa uchi!), which means ‘Demon out! Luck in!’, to chase him away. This is supposed to bring happiness for the new year.

Some people also attend a shrine on this day, or eat a special sushi roll called ehō-maki facing a lucky direction.

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8 "Like a prayer" - Madonna

writers Madonna and Pat Leonard

"As close to art as pop music gets" - Rolling Stone

Part of the UncoolTwo50 project, marking the best singles from 1977-99.

Reputations can go down as well as up. Madonna had been the hottest thing in pop during the mid-1980s, smashes like "Into the groove" and "Papa don't preach" had been inescapable. Then she'd run into a bad crowd - married Sean Penn, made the not-very-good movie Who's that girl?, taken up running with a cougar, and dropped out of the media megastar limelight to appear in the Broadway play Speed-the-plow.

So, after an unusually long silence, we had high hopes for "Like a prayer". Madge did not disappoint.

"She's coming back with not just a good Madonna song, but with this totally over the top masterpiece. It's like she's stepped back in time to her "Like a virgin" disco days, pulled out a thumping great dance beat, mixed together all these ideas about religion and lurve in a most Prince-like fashion, and thrown in the massed ranks of a gospel choir to boot. Madonna returns triumphantly. Gasp in amazement." - Smash Hits

"Like a prayer" begins and ends with squealing guitar riffs, moves through basic pop-dance, to a gospel choir finale. Five-and-a-half minutes is long for a single, even in 1989, but it's difficult to say where any flab might lie.

It's the turning point in Madonna's career. She's no longer a bubblegum pop star who sings about falling for boys ("True blue"), breaking up bad relationships ("Causing a commotion"), and occasional balladry ("Live to tell"). No, here we have the proof that Madonna is constantly reinventing herself, striving to push the edge of art. We may have come into 1989 with doubts that Madonna was a great; "Like a prayer" proved she was.

Madonna's prepared to tackle the big burning questions of the late 1980s. Like, racism, and the Catholic church, and family relationships, and growing up. But mostly the Catholic church. "The theme of Catholicism runs rampant. It's me struggling with the mystery and the magic that surrounds it. My own Catholicism is in constant upheaval," Madonna said.

Madonna is causing a commotion. The video for her new single "Like a prayer" has been banned by RAI, apparently it's blasphemous against their local version of Christianity.

Ah, the video. Madonna plays the role of a young woman in the throes of religious ecstacy, kissing a Black man who may or may not be Jesus, giving herself stigmata, bailing him out of jail, there are burning crosses on a hillside, and it's all very confusing. Especially if you're only watching Top of the Pops, where they made a 110-second compilation of clips from near the end of the video, and showed them out of order.

People who did see the video saw something that offended them, and they were not shy in voicing their displeasure. The furore caused the Pepsi corporation to cancel their advert with Madonna, as if there's something wrong with the little girl watching her older self dancing in the middle of a city street.

Anyway, Madonna came out of it richer by about $5 million, her image was burnished as someone feisty and in control of herself, and the Pepsi company looked like cowards. Later in the year, she'd begin her Blonde Ambition tour, then came more music, movies, children, though the next husband is after the year 2000. Madonna continued to make essential music into the new century: we may argue when she stopped being relevant, but everyone agrees she'd jumped the shark by her atrocious interval act at the 2019 Eurovision Song Contest.

For this project's longlist, I limited myself to one Madonna single from two albums. "Open your heart" from True Blue, which is an astonishingly mature song composition. "Deeper and deeper" from Erotica, updating traditional Madonna. "You must love me" from the Evita soundtrack, an under-rated song from a reviled part of her career. And "Frozen" from the album of the same name.

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Glamour - Chapter 2 (Trade)

This is the second part of a four-part trade story with @hooter-n-company (a.k.a. Rchlis). She is making some very special art for me, and in return, she asked me to write a story to introduce a Twisted Wonderland OC she's sort of had stewing in the background for a while: his name is Taoka Latronis, and he is based on Tamatoa from "Moana."

I absolutely LOVE Tamatoa. He's a fun villain, and a surprising crush (albeit a somewhat mild one, for me, personally). Rchlis wanted to create a character for the TW universe based on the big glam crab, and I certainly wasn't going to say no. The advantage of this being a trade, instead of a commission, was I could go and make a much longer and more detailed story, in return for much more detailed and elaborate artwork, without either of us having to pay exorbitant amounts that frankly neither of us could afford. Win-win. XD This was a LOT of fun to make, and Taoka is one of my favorite OCs I've gotten to write for that I DIDN'T create myself, if not my favorite (at least as far as TW goes, I should clarify). Hopefully a lot of you like him, too. ;)

Like with other stories of this nature, the other parts will be uploaded one a day over the coming few days. So be on the lookout! Part one went up yesterday.

WARNING: THIS PARTICULAR SECTION DOES NOT INCLUDE ANY KINKS DIRECTLY. HOWEVER, THERE ARE IMPLICATIONS OF VORE AND OTHER KINKS SPRINKLED THROUGHOUT THE FIRST THREE PARTS. (I actually think this part might be the only chapter that DOESN'T feature kinks at all, possibly.) DON'T LIKE? TOO YOUNG? DON'T READ.

NOTE/DISCLAIMER: The lyrics to the songs used in this chapter are not mine. One is a song you should all know from a Disney movie that you should all also know. I used a cover by Jonathan Young as my guide. The other is a song from "Labyrinth," composed and performed by David Bowie - it seemed appropriate. All rights to the original tunes go to their owners.

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“AND NOW, AUDIENCE MEMBERS OF TRIPLE-S! IT’S TIME TO MEET YOUR JUDGES!” The announcer’s declaration was followed by much clapping. From your place just slightly offstage, you watched the opening ceremony get underway. One by one, the announcer presented the judges for the Sage’s Solo Showdown. The two student judges - Vil and Neige - were the first to step up. Given their celebrity statuses, each was greeted with screams and squeals, as well as great applause. Neige all but pranced up to his seat on the judge’s booth, waving excitedly to the audience. He flashed a peace sign and winked at someone in the crowd, before sitting down. Vil followed him. He strutted to his place and bowed regally, smiling a sort of indulgent, almost sultry smile at the crowd. You couldn’t help but chuckle as Vil sat down: when Neige had appeared, you’d seen fangirls bouncing with giddy excitement. When Vil appeared, however, you saw them swoon and faint dead away. That said everything about each of them, you felt, in a nutshell. Divus Crewel stepped up next, as the “teaching judges” now came into play. You were surprised by how much applause he got. He was no celebrity superstar in the way Vil and Neige LeBlanche were, you supposed his recognition as a professor at NRC, along with any clout his “extracurricular activities” had gotten him, would have still garnered him a decent fanbase. “I wonder who the fourth judge is,” you murmured. “Nya! We haven’t seen any of the teachers at Royal Sword,” whispered Grim with a nod. “I’m curious, too!” The pair of you would soon get your answer. “And now, ladies and gentlemen!” the announcer’s voice boomed. “Our final judge for this year’s competition, and our chief master of ceremonies! I’m sure a lot of you know him: one of the hottest musicians in Twisted Wonderland, a native of this very island, who’s just started a new career of teaching at Royal Sword Academy! Please put your hands together for the mighty…the magnificent…MAVERICK MOKULAU!” The crowd went just as wild as they had for Vil and Neige, if not wilder. From your vantage point, you could see the latter of the young superstars bounce happily as he applauded from his seat, a look of idolizing wonder in his eyes. (Vil and Crewel, for their part, clapped politely; the latter even somehow managed to falsify a smile.) Soon, you could see the mysterious Mr. Mokulau: your first immediate thought was that he looked like some sort of rock star. he was a very large man, similar in height and build to Coach Vargas, but with darker skin and long, curly, yet well-groomed hair. While Vil and Neige were dressed in their school uniforms, and Crewel in his usual attire (fur coat and all), Mokulau was wearing a short sleeved shirt with a green floral pattern, like the canopy of a jungle, and a stylish pair of leather pants. Around his neck was a leather cord, with a shark tooth pendant, and he tipped a pair of Aviator-style sunglasses up onto his forehead as he strode towards his station. He winked one of his shimmering, almost metallic hazel eyes, flashing a grin of pearly teeth to the audience and flexing one arm in a showy fashion; both of his brawny limbs were covered in a myriad of tattoos, and you could see the beginnings of a similar tattoo on the back of his neck, no doubt trailing down along his spine and shoulders, currently unseen under the cover of his clothes. Mokulau took the microphone from the announcer and addressed the crowd; not only was he built like Ashton Vargas, but his imposing, booming voice you felt sure would give the coach a run for his money. “Alright-Alright-Alright!” he called out, slipping the shades back over his eyes, and pumping his fist into the air. “Who out there is READY?!

The crowd cheered and Maverick laughed boisterously. “Aww, c’mon, you can all do better than that! LEMME HEAR YA!” The man held the mic towards the audience and they cheered even louder. “That’s more like it!” he boomed. “Now, much as I wanna get onto that stage and go wild for you all, that’s not why we’re all here today. I know, I know, I’m the best, it’s a tragedy you won’t hear me…but maybe if we’re lucky, some of these guys and gals we’ve got backstage can almost match! Almost, heh…” Grim’s ears twitched as he heard a sound from behind you both. He looked, then frowned and tapped your shoulder. You looked to see where his paw pointed, and scowled: you could see the glitter of a familiar pair of purple eyes, peeking out from a shadowy corner of the offstage area. However, Taoka’s eyes weren’t focused on you. They were focused on Mokulau. You tried to ignore the strange thief, and refocus attention on the Royal Sword instructor…yet you were keenly aware of his nearby presence the whole time. “Seriously, events like this are really something special,” Mokulau went on, pacing before the judges bar as he continued to address the audience. “Trust me, I’d know: when I was just a kid, livin’ on this very island, I fell in love with music. I could play, I could sing, I was pretty good at it! But, well…let’s just say finding somebody to SUPPORT that music wasn’t easy. I had to leave this place to find a real chance to express my passion, get a scholarship, and eventually become the person you see now…which is, to say, AN AWESOME DUDE.” The audience chortled. Neige giggled. Vil and Crewel looked thoroughly unamused and merely rolled their eyes in unison. “So, anyway, when I found out about a chance to teach at Royal Sword, and to help judge this competition as well, I was hyped! It was a chance to come back to my roots, and to reconnect with something I…well…something I think I lost a long time ago. But we’re not here to hear my drama: we’re here to hear some cool guys try to out-cool yours truly! They’ll probably fail, mind you, BUT the one who gets the closest is gonna go home with somethin’ real special!” Mokulau snapped his fingers. The announcer dashed offstage, then returned with a cart. The audience “oohed” and “ahhed” at what was upon the cart: it looked like a huge trophy cup, made of silver. The handles of the cup arched upwards into a sort of bridge over its mouth…and in the center of the bridge, you saw an ivory-hued, triangular item, with the shape of a fish hook etched into it. “This great silver trophy,” Mokulau declared, “Is topped with my very first guitar pick! Some of my earliest and best concerts were done using that thing…I like to think of it as my way of passing the torch, and a sign of not giving up on your dreams and passions, no matter what they are. Call me sentimental, ha! Trust me, the silver’s worth a lot of money…but that pick? It’s truly priceless. And whoever gets first place in this competition will go home with that shiny puppy in their hands. SO…” He waved one hand extravagantly, and the announcer wheeled the cart and the trophy away. “...I think it’s time I stop yammering your ears off! YOU READY FOR SOME MUSIC?!”  The crowd applauded and called out a resounding “YEAH!” in various forms. “Then let’s get this party started!” howled Mokulau, and gave the mic back to the announcer before rushing to the judge’s station. He sat down with a smirk, crossing his arms and slinging his legs up onto the table in front of him. Vil and Crewel - who sat on either side - cringed and flinched away as he did so. Neige just smiled blithely, clearly unaffected. As the announcer began the proceedings, you realized it was time for you and Grim to get to work.

“Come on,” you whispered to the little imp. “Let’s go.” “Right, Minion,” Grim whispered back…then blinked as he looked past you. “Nya…where’d that purple-haired weirdo go?” You turned and, sure enough, you couldn’t see a single sign of Taoka. “Forget about him,” you sighed, shaking your head and ushering Grim away. “We’ve got a job to do, big guy, let’s move it!” Grim nodded and bounded after you as you each scuttled away to take care of business. Neither of you noticed, as you hurried away, that Taoka hadn’t really left. Purple eyes watched the two of you go, then once again the shadowy sneakthief stepped out of hiding. From his place offstage, he narrowed his eyes, peering over the stage itself towards Mokulau’s cool expression. A strange expression - something that crossed a snarl, a sneer, and a decidedly unpleasant smile all at once - crossed his face. “Well, well, well…been a while since we last met, hasn’t it? If you can call it meeting…” The gloved hand clenched tighter, the fist shaking visibly before Taoka swirled his golden coat and prowled back towards his dressing room. “This time, you won’t be able to ignore me. And to make doubly sure…I’m going to see to it nobody shines like me today.” A slightly unhinged chuckle left the young man. “Then again…way I see it, nobody shines like me at all. But, hey, no harm in remindin’ ‘em of that.”

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“I don’t get it!” squeaked Hop, the blonde dwarf from Royal Sword, as he hurriedly looked around his room. “I had it when I came in!” “I told you to keep a better eye on it!” snapped his friend, Gran, grumpily. “Easy, fellas,” soothed Dominic. “It’s gotta be around seer humswear…I mean, here somewhere!” “I’ll make sure to keep an eye out for it,” you promised with a sigh. “Thanks, Stage Manager,” Hop said, with an apologetic smile, rubbing one arm. “I-I’m really sorry about the trouble.” “Trust me, it’s no trouble,” you said, and left the dressing room. Your smile vanished as soon as you did so. “Nya! I think it’s trouble!” Grim protested, huffishly crossing his arms. “How come nobody here is able to keep track of the important things?!” “I don’t think it’s entirely their fault,” you said, softly, scratching your chin as yourself and your companion patrolled the halls of the backstage reaches, where all the singers and performers were getting geared up or resting after their number. So far, however, those who had gone up hadn’t exactly faced smooth sailing. The first contestant had lost their microphone; as a result, their performance suffered, as they couldn’t be properly heard throughout the ampitheater. It was all downhill from there: another contestant lost an important piece of their outfit, and had to hastily throw on different clothes. Not only did this make them late to their cue, but it lessened the impact of their performance, as the costume had built-in lights that were supposed to go off at a certain point during the song. Now, Hop the Dwarf had lost perhaps the most important thing he or any other performer would need: the instrument he had brought to accompany him. These and more issues had plagued nearly every single person who’d gone up so far. ‘This can’t be a coincidence,” you muttered. “It feels like someone is sabotaging the other performers.” “But why?” “Why else? So they can boost their chances of winning,” you snorted. “Oh, yeah,” Grim murmured, nodding slowly. “I guess that would make sense…right! That’s obvious! I-I totally knew that already! Yep!” You could only let out a groaning sort of sigh. “You really ought to care more,” you grumbled. “This is going to make US look bad just as much as anyone onstage. We’re supposed to be on top of things like this.” “You mean…we might not get the money?” sniffled Grim. “You worry about the cash, I’m going to worry about my grade,” you groused in aggravation. “We’ve got to figure out who’s behind this as soon as we can.”

“Well, right now, I don’t think we’re gonna have a chance,” shrugged Grim. “We’re running around too much!” You grumbled again in reply; you knew that, for once, he was right. You’d have to take care of this issue when the show was over, and report things to security accordingly. But you REALLY didn’t like it. You could only imagine how Vil and Crewel were reacting to all this, and what they’d say if they saw it as poor management on your behalf…honestly, that hurt you more than any worries about your actual welfare. Your highly concerned musings were interrupted when one of the assistant stage managers - they had been assigned, not picked by you - came over to you. “Contestant 23 is about to take the stage,” they said. “Good,” you nodded back, and beckoned Grim to follow you. “Come on, it’s our job to bring Contestant 24 into place. They go on immediately after.” Grim nodded, and the two of you went to Number 24’s room. You knocked, and a polite voice from inside called out, “Come in!” You opened the door and smiled as you peered in on the performer inside. Said performer was a student of Royal Sword. Until this day they had been all but a stranger to you. They were slender and small of frame; their somewhat effete yet clearly strong and muscle-toned features vaguely reminded you of Epel or Lilia: petit and slim, yet tough and resilient all at once. He had skin the same bronze-like tone as Maverick Mokulau’s, and hair done up in dreadlocks. He wore a reddish-pink tank top, with striped tropical patterns on it, and beige trousers, with patchwork badges that resembled some sort of yellow flower or coral. His eyes were a rich chocolate brown, and filled with a warm, friendly light. “Number 24?” you checked, just to be safe. The young man nodded as he stood up, and adjusted his personal microphone. “Name’s Keala,” he greeted, extending a hand towards you. “Keala Cravalho.” “Nice to meet you,” you chuckled. “Nya…technically, you saw each other earlier,” huffed Grim. “Yeah, but we were both in a hurry then,” shrugged Keala, and smiled as he knelt down towards Grim. “Didn’t get a chance to say hi to you, either.” “I’m the Great Grim of Night Raven College!” the imp declared, puffing out his fluffy chest. “And don’t you forget it!” Keala chuckled and reached out to playfully ruffle Grim’s headfur. “I won’t,” he said with a teasing smile. Grim growled and swiped at Keala’s hand, batting it away and blushing beneath his gray fur. He grumbled as he straightened out the fluff of his furry noggin. Keala just chuckled louder and stood up again, raising an eyebrow in your direction. “I didn’t realize you two went to Night Raven. You’re not how I expected a lot of students there to be,” he remarked. “Eh. For me, it’s just a place to stay. And learn, I suppose,” you shrugged. This was, in fact, the truth: while you had your own school pride, you’d never felt the intense bitterness towards Royal Sword others at NRC did. Maybe it was because you weren’t originally from this world. “Come on,” you said, and ushered Keala out into the hall. “The act before you is about to go on. It’s time to get moving.”

“Oh-oh, wait a minute!” exclaimed Keala, and hurried back into their room. You frowned as you watched him check the locker of his dressing room. Keala’s smile fell, a look of confusion and then worry on his face. “Is something wrong?” you checked, already dreading the answer. “No,” murmured Keala…then shook his head and spoke a bit louder. “No, no, it’s fine. I’ve just, uh…just gotta get my backup plan real quick, hold up…” You and Grim shared a look, mouthing “backup plan?” to each other. Whatever it was, Keala fetched it quickly, tucking something into his pocket. He then nodded and smiled, indicating he was ready to go. Smiling back, you led him out of the backstage area and towards the main stage itself. “You nervous?” you asked as the three of you hastened to your place. “More than a little,” admitted Keala, brushing some of his dreadlocks from his face and giving an anxious sort of smile. “I’ll be okay, though.” “I’m sure you will be,” you smiled back. “You’ve got this.” “Not as much as OUR students have got it,” mumbled Grim. You made sure to jerk his tail for that one, giving him a strict look of reproach. Keala just sniggered at the exchange. Soon, the three of you were in view of the stage. Contestant 22 had just left, and Contestant 23 - in all his purple-and-gold glory - was now stalking onto the stage himself. “Welcome! And what’s your name?” you heard Neige’s voice call out. “Taoka Latronis,” came the somewhat snide reply. “And if I’ve prepared the way I think I have, I’m about to rock your world.” “Well, aren’t we confident?” Vil smirked, steepling his hands and leaning back slightly in his chair. “I try to be, Housewarden,” Taoka replied teasingly. “If you think being one of our students is going to help your chances, puppy, you are sorely mistaken,” Divus Crewel thought to point out. Maverick Mokulau just yawned. “Enough yammering!” he called out, and waved a meaty mitt through the air. “You’re here to perform, so perform. You can’t do anything more wrong than what some of the other clowns so far have.” Taoka’s smirk took on a slightly sinister, sneaky bend.

“Trust me, I know,” he practically purred, then seemed to shake off the aura of darkness. He straightened his back and adjusted the guitar strapped about his golden-clad shoulders. “This song is a short one, so you all know.” “Short doesn’t mean bad,” shrugged Neige, cheerfully. Taoka gave him a quick nod, then took a breath, closing his eyes as he tried to focus on his music. “Ugh…I don’t even wanna HEAR what this guy has to play,” grumbled Grim, and plugged up his fiery ears. “Hey, everyone here put a lot of work into what they’re doing,” soothed Keala. “Give him a chance.” Admittedly, you were on Grim’s side, given Taoka’s behavior…but once his fingers began to work on the guitar, you soon changed your mind. The tune he played was pounding and deep; like something primal, waiting to burst free from his very soul. Discordant, jarring jangles of the guitar strings were accompanied by melodic tones, the strong strumming rising in intensity and pitch with every couple of lines. Taoka kept his eyes closed, his expression filled with a sort of melancholy pain. This sensation matched perfectly with the lyrics he sang, which held a dark, conflicted message… “How you turn my world, you precious thing,” he crooned. “You starve and near-exhaust me. Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you! I move the stars for no one. You’ve run so long, run so far!” Suddenly, Taoka’s eyes shot open. They fixed on Mokulau. There was a fiery intensity in them as he continued his song… “Your eyes can be so cruel! Just as I can be so cruel! Though I do believe in you! Yes I do!” Taoka’s eyes softened, and turned up towards the sky. His voice carried a shaky tone, as if trying not to cry. “Live without the sunlight. Love without a heartbeat…” His eyes closed again, just as they had begun to look misty. He turned his head downward again, as his fingers brushed the final, somber notes from the guitar. Huskily, he uttered the final lyrics… “I…I…can’t live…Within You.”

A few more plinking, plunking strums, and the lament came to a close. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in. “That wasn’t too bad,” murmured Keala behind you. “Is it over?” muttered Grim, who had his ears covered the whole time. You just rolled your eyes. Meanwhile, the four judges and the audience behind them applauded. The bitterness that had been written all over Taoka’s face was erased as he smiled hopefully at the competition masters. “So?” he asked, as the applause died down, sounding perhaps a little too playfully sure of himself. “Will it pass?” “It passes for me!” chirped Neige LeBlanche. “You really put a lot of effort into that one, I could tell! There was a lot of emotion, a lot of passion, in what you were doing. It wasn’t very long, but you really sold it to me.You oughta proud of yourself!” Taoka’s broad grin indicated that he was. “Yes,” yawned Vil. “Well, unfortunately we can’t all be so forgiving.” Taoka’s grin fell in an instant. “You may be one of my dorm-mates, but - as both your dorm leader and one of your judges here - I have no choice to be critical,” Vil went on. You couldn’t help but smile slightly to yourself with mild amusement: Vil was ALWAYS critical, regardless. “The emotion you put into the song was truly palpable,” he commended. “I can tell this is a tune you are passionate about, and you did your best accordingly. HOWEVER, I feel you should have chosen a longer piece, to make a bigger impact, just for a start.” “I agree,” nodded Divus Crewel. “Furthermore, while your voice is good, there is a sort of rasping quality to it I couldn’t help but notice. In some places, it is quite effective, but in others, it makes your voice sound weak; I would strongly recommend working on developing more clarity to your vocals.” In a matter of moments, Taoka’s expression had gone from almost smug to looking rather nervous. He turned to face Mokulau. Maverick was looking up at him thoughtfully over the rim of his sunglasses. Finally, the judge spoke. “Sorry, kid, but I can guarantee you aren’t making it to the finals,” he grunted.

You swore you could hear Taoka’s heart shatter. “I didn’t mind the voice, and the song choice seemed fine by me,” explained the tattooed man. “No, my problem stemmed from the strings. Were those discordant sounds I heard intentional?” “Some of them,” peeped Taoka, in a shockingly meek tone. “Well, there’s your biggest issue,” snorted Mokulau, tipping his glasses up again to cover his eyes. “You were able to fake it to the end, but if you can’t play the tune properly, don’t compete over it.” Someone in the audience muttered a quiet, “Ouch.” You couldn’t agree with them more. “Is there anything you want to say before we move on?” Neige asked, politely, a sympathetic smile on his kind face. Taoka gulped. He looked like he’d been kicked in the stomach. You saw him lift his gloved hand. He looked at it with a strange sort of contemplation…then curled the fingers into a fist and shook his head. Once more, you noted the odd way one of his fingers didn’t curl as much as the rest. Suddenly, you weren’t so sure that was just a genetic peculiarity. “Thank you very much,” Neige said. “I still think you did very well! Keep up the good work!” Taoka gave no indication he had even heard what LeBlanche said. He stalked off towards the backstage area. He cast one last hate-filled glance over his shoulder at Maverick - the rock-star-turned-teacher didn’t seem to notice - then pushed someone out of the way as he stormed off into the shadows, golden coat fluttering behind him.

“Nya…talk about a guy who can’t take criticism,” Grim hissed. “Forget about him,” you sighed, then smiled at Keala as the announcer called for the next contestant. “Now’s your time to shine.” “Thanks,” whispered Keala with a grateful smile. He tossed his dreadlocks out of his face with a flourish of one hand, and sauntered onstage. “Greetings,” Vil welcomed, with a respectful sort of bow of his head. “We’re glad to have you with us today.” “I’m glad to be here!” Keala said, and gave a salute to Maverick. “Hey there, Mr. Mokulau! Hi, Neige.” Both of the Royal Sword members waved in greeting. “You know them?” Crewel inquired. “Neige is in my class, and Mr. Mokulau’s one of my teachers,” Keala replied. “Don’t worry: I don’t expect either of them to go easy on me.” “Well, you can be sure of that with one of us,” chuckled Mokulau. “Hey! I can be strict!” pouted Neige, childishly. “It’s just harder for me!” The two teachers chuckled. Vil just groaned and pinched his brow; it was as if every word LeBlanche uttered was painful to his mind. Then he looked up again at the newest competitor. “What is your name?” “Keala Cravalho.” “I don’t see any instrument on you,” Schoenheit observed, raising one immaculate eyebrow. A brief look of anxiety crossed the young man’s face. “Heh heh…yeeeeah, about that…” “Did you forget it?” Crewel asked, blandly. “Oh, no!” insisted Keala. “I brought it with me, but it…doesn’t seem to be in my dressing room anymore.” You and Grim shared a worried look. Whoever was taking things from the contestants had struck again. “Just like with Hop,” you heard Neige murmur sadly. “What do you plan to do then?” wondered Professor Crewel. “Sing a-capella?” Keala’s anxiety gave way to a sly smile. “Actually,” he said, and pulled his cell phone from his pocket, waggling it in the air. “I came prepared. See, my grandmother always taught me to have a backup plan, in case things went wrong. So, in case something happened to my instrument, I actually recorded a full instrumental for the song, so I could still have my own accompaniment!” “I’m impressed,” admitted Vil. “Such foresight would have helped a couple of contestants today.” “Not every contestant knew my grandma,” winked Keala. “If somebody could help me set this up to the speakers…”

You took that liberty personally. You scampered onstage with Grim, and the pair of you quickly hooked up the phone to the speakers, and reworked the mic, so that Keala’s music and voice wouldn’t bury each other or bust the audio levels. It thankfully did not take very long, and soon yourself and your trident-tailed companion hurried off again. You gave a final thumbs-up to the judges and Keala alike, and high-fived (well…high-pawed) Grim as you vanished back into the wings. “Ready now?” Mokulau checked. “Yeah. I’m ready,” said Keala, and looked back at the judges. “This is a song my grandma taught me. It’s based on the legend of a princess who used to live right here on Sage’s Island. Maybe some of you will know the legend.” “Well, let’s hear it!” cheered Neige. Keala nodded and tapped the play button on the recording before hastily scurrying to center stage. He had just a few seconds to breathe and collect himself before the music started. A slow build gave him a chance to envelope himself in the moment; you saw his face relax…and his eyes slowly reopened. He stared off into the distance, as if looking out towards the horizon…and began to sing… “She’s been staring at the edge of the water, long as she can remember, never really knowing why. She’s wished she could be the perfect daughter, but she comes back to the water, no matter how hard she tries.” The music began to build, a pumping, determined, unstoppable quality to the music. Keala’s voice strengthened in turn, from the gentle notes of a storyteller to something more powerful as he began to stride across the stage, singing directly to the audience. “Every turn she takes! Every trail she tracks! Every path she makes! Every road leads back to the place she knows where she cannot go: where she longs to be…” Keala tilted his head back as if soaking in the sunlight from above…listening to the distant waves upon the beach… “And she says…‘see the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me! And no one knows how far it goes! With the wind in my sail on the sea, behind me, one day I’ll know! But if I go, there’s just no telling How Far I’ll Go.’” You glanced towards Grim to see his reaction. The imp seemed mesmerized, mouth slightly agape, eyes sparkling like a hypnotized kitten. You giggled, and then looked towards the judges. Mokulau had lowered his sunglasses; he was watching with very intense interest. Neige was beaming from ear to ear. Even Vil and Professor Crewel had raised their brows in apparent surprise, as the golden voice continued its song… “She knows everybody on the island seems so happy on the island! Everything is by design. Oh, she knows everybody on the island has a role on the island! She says, ‘Maybe I can roll with mine!’ She could lead with pride! She could make them strong! She’ll be satisfied if she plays along! But a voice inside sings a different song: ‘What is wrong with me?!’” As the question was asked in the lyrics, you caught sight of something else. On the opposite side of the stage, Taoka had suddenly reappeared. The disgraced youth’s eyes were exceedingly wide, and his jaw seemed to have fallen onto his chest. His skin had even turned a shade or two paler. He didn’t just seem surprised. He seemed downright SHOCKED. You couldn’t help but feel a mild twinge of satisfaction at that, even as the next chorus began to roll off Keala’s tongue… “‘See the light where it shines on the sea? It’s blinding! But no one knows how deep it goes! And it seems like it’s calling out to me: so come find me! And let me know what’s beyond that line. Will I cross that line?’” The key changed, and the music kicked up a notch. Keala’s voice soared straight to the heavens, eliciting cheers from the audience. No longer did he sing in the third person, the words coming directly from his heart as he called out the final chorus… “There’s a line where the sky meets the sea! It calls me! And no one knows how far it goes! If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me, one day I’ll know…HOW FAR I’LL GO!”

The final words ended in a long, powerful, strong note, and Keala’s dreadlocks whipped forward as he finished with a sharp bow, the music crescendoing and coming to a halt at the same time. The audience applauded louder than they had that whole time. All four judges clapped, and you could hear Neige laughing and cheering, “That was so great!” You looked towards Grim with a smirk. He still looked hypnotized. You snapped your fingers in front of his face. He mewled and shook his head, blinking at you blearily. “Sounded pretty good, huh?” you teased. Grim frowned and huffed, looking quite embarrassed.

“I guess so,” he muttered. “For somebody from Royal Sword.” You just scritched him behind the ears in response. By the time he started purring, the crowd had calmed down. “I don’t even have words for that!” Neige declared. “That’s gotta be one of the best performances I’ve seen and heard in a while!” “I find it hard to disagree,” Vil said, although it sounded like he VERY much wanted to, if only BECAUSE it was Neige. “While I personally feel your sentimentality was a bit overwrought, your voice is pure and your recording did nothing to negatively influence your performance.” “I second all that. And quite clearly the audience loves you,” added Professor Crewel. “Bravo, you daaahling puppy. Bravo, indeed!” Keala gave all three a grateful, speechless nod, then looked towards Mokulau. His eyes were filled with a sort of cautious optimism. Mokulau grinned back and nodded before giving a thumbs-up. “You made me proud, kid,” was all he said. “And I bet your grandma feels the same way.” Several in the audience clapped again. You could actually see Keala’s large brown eyes go slightly misty. “Thank you,” he almost whispered. “You’re welcome!” Maverick sang back. Keala bowed to the judges, and scurried back towards you. You laughed as he whispered a hasty thanks to you, as well, and waved farewell to him. You then glanced back towards the stage to see the next contestant. As you did so, however, your smile faded. Taoka was still standing on the opposite end There were no mortal words to describe the utter and complete look of hatred on his face as he looked first in the direction Keala had gone, then at Mokulau. Then, with a snarl and a sneer, he disappeared once again.

“Come on, Minion!” Grim yowled, tugging at your leg. “We still have work to do!” “Coming,” you whispered, and hesitantly followed Grim, glancing back repeatedly to where you had seen Taoka. You had a very bad feeling inside your chest…and if your time in this world had taught you anything, it was to trust those instincts. You wished it had also taught you to learn what those instincts specifically meant.

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Afternoon was beginning to change into evening when the competition came to a close. You had been told who the winner was, and now waited with them backstage, ready to usher them on at the cue. The Announcer stepped to the center of the stage, and declared that the time had come to present the silver trophy - topped with Maverick Mokulau’s treasured pick - to the first place contender. Naturally, Maverick himself stepped up onstage to present the award. The announcer hurried off to wheel the cart onstage once more. The other three judges all stood a pace or two behind Maverick, hands behind their backs, as if at attention, patiently waiting for him to make the presentation. “I think my fellow judges and I can agree that picking a winner for this contest was pretty tough. There were a lot of hiccups today in some of the performances, but these kids…they knew their stuff, and they clearly all worked hard,” he chuckled. “There’s only room for one proper winner, though…and that winner is…KEALA CRAVALHO!” You grinned and gave Keala a pat on the back. “Go!” you whispered, and the Royal Sword student’s dreadlocks bounced as he jogged onstage. He shook hands with Professor Crewel, Neige LeBlanche, and Vil Schoenheit (who visibly wiped his hands on his trouser legs afterwards). Then he approached Maverick Mokulau. The rock star tipped his sunglasses back onto his forehead, his hazel eyes filled with pride as he lifted the trophy from the cart. “Congratulations, kid,” he smiled. “You’ve really earned this today.” Keala beamed, and reached to accept the trophy… …And that, it seemed, was the moment fate chose to make everything go wrong. ZAM! Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of golden light. It flooded the entire stage, and even seared into the retinas of some in the audience. Gasps and yelps of surprise and alarm sounded from all corners. “What IS this?!” you heard Professor Crewel screech, as he shielded his eyes with one fur-shrouded arm, recoiling from the flash. “Trouble,” you heard Grim hiss at your side. You couldn’t agree more: the light soon vanished… …And the whole crowd in attendance gasped in horror. Maverick Mokulau gulped, absolutely stunned…as he looked at his now empty hands. The trophy had vanished too!

To Be Continued in Part 3...

[sweet-sammy-kisses]

Since camp nano is done(goal of 50k reached) I have a chance to work on some Buddie fics as well as my Lucifer/Buck/Eddie WIP.

Heavy is the Ocean story for the adopted cover by @ronordmann

Summary: At one time Buck loved the ocean, then it tried to take those he loves most from him. Now he grapples with a love/hate relationship with it and wants nothing more than to overcome the fear that keeps him from enjoying the water. Eddie vows to be there every step of Buck's journey. 

As the World Falls Down another fic for an adopted cover art by the talented @ronordmann

Summary: Desperate to save Daniel Margaret and Philip make a deal with the Fae they will give up their son Evan for the magic to save their wanted son and on his twenty-first birthday Evan will be brought to the Fae court where he will marry Prince Eddie of the Diaz clan. 

Unnamed Buddie fic, where Eddie has a stalker who will do anything to get Eddie to themselves, including getting rid of the two most important people in his life, Buck and Christopher.

A Tommy x Buck that endgame pairings are Buddie and Tommy x Ravi.

Pining Eddie and Pining Ravi. Including Bonnie Bennett from TVD as Ravi best friend.

Teaser: Watching Ravi face plant into the couch and try to suffocate himself with his pillow had Bonnie popping the spoon of chocolate ice cream she just fed herself and watched her over dramatic friend.

“So I assume that something big happened today. Ooh did Buddie finally get together.” As Ravi muffled his answer into the pillow. “This time without the pillow.” 

Rolling over Ravi looked at Bonnie, a mournful look on his face. “I met Tommy today.”

“And that is a bad thing?” Bonnie asked with a raised eyebrow.

“He is one of the hottest guys I have ever laid eyes on.”

“Okay so not seeing the problem.” 

“I wanted him to take me apart, make me a begging mess and then do it all over again. I can't have those kinds of thoughts! He is Buck's boyfriend!” 

“Wow, that suck's for you. A total hot top and he is taken.” Bonnie patted Ravi on the head.

“Your compassion is duly noted and not welcomed."

Second teaser: “I asked Marisol to move in with us.” As Christopher stared at him, Eddie grew nervous and wiped his sweat palms on his jeans as he waited for his son to say something. “I know I should have discussed this with you first.”

“Dad, is this because Buck is dating Tommy?

Eddie reared back, “What? No! Buck being bi and having a boyfriend has nothing to do with this.”

The judgemental eyebrow Christopher gave him was his Abuela's. “That's not what I asked. I know you don't have an issue with our Buck being bi. You are his biggest supporter. Dad, you're jealous because it is Tommy dating Buck and not you. You dated Ana for longer than you have Marisol and never gave her a key. Marisol still doesn't have a key and suddenly you are asking her to move in only a few weeks after learning Buck is bi and dating Tommy.”

Eddie could only stare slack jawed at his son.

Reaching out Christopher took one of his dad's hands in his own, “Dad, I am not the only one in this house who has issues in feeling abandoned or why I am not enough for someone to stay. Mom didn't just leave me, she left you too. Marisol is nice but is she the one you want to open your heart to? To live here with us? Because if it is then I support you but maybe you should start by giving her a key and hold off on moving in until you guys have dated for a year.”

“What about you?” Eddie asked in a soft voice.

“We both know who I want here but I support you in whatever you choose as long as it doesn't give you a panic attack.”

Eddie couldn't stop the bark of laughter that escaped him. “I am so lucky to have you as a kid.”

The cheeky look Christopher tossed at him was all him, “Yeah, you are.”

Third teaser: “Would you ever consider getting married again?” Buck's voice is soft as if he doesn't want to break the spell woven around them.

“There is only one person I would consider marrying.” Eddie placed his hand on top of Buck's and the sheer hope in those blue eyes had Eddie licking his suddenly dry lips, “and I am looking at him right now.”

[throwaway2763]

Hey, I don’t know how to start this, this isn’t the kind of thing I would usually post but I feel like if I don’t do something, no one will, I’m using a throwaway for my own safety and mental health

This is about a member of the object show community who harassed me, and others, please forgive me as I don’t remember their username clearly, but I believe it was Retroslope or something close to it.

All names will be censored but theirs will not be. (me in pink, unrelated people in white and other victim in blue)

When I was 15, and they were around 19, we were in a discord server together, I won’t name it as I don’t want all of this brought back to me, I’m scared of them.

I was on the mod team and a little strict, which caused people to hate me, Retroslope (who from now I will call TB as that’s what I knew them by) created a server outside of the one we were in originally making fun of dreamsexuals, then they created a channel specifically to bully me, it started as a joke, calling me annoying and such, but soon it turned into jokes about zoophilia, which I am not and am completely disgusted by

(Screenshots for proof of what they said)

[2 screenshots from a discord server, one saying “(censored name) resisting the urge to fuck the caged goats at the zoo” the other saying “But I fucking hate (censored name) if I could I would absolutely tell her how annoying she is” “I bet she’s gonna go to the vent channel because of this”]

[Discord screenshot of a channel named “shit on (censored name) bitch ass wanna be mother fucking cunt ass bitch boy looking ass dsmp wanna be fuck”]

I went into this server and me and my friends started yelling at them, which at first I believed myself to be in the wrong for this reaction

In this server it was also revealed that the person they had a queer platonic relationship with, and fell asleep on calls with, was 12 years old

They continuously sent Vore and other fetish art into a public server full of minors (I was In it) as a joke, a member who was around 16 years old would also make jokes about TB having their kids and TB would laugh about it (name censored for their own privacy)

[discord screenshot reading “TB YOU’RE LIKE THE HOTTEST PERSON EVER I WANT TO HAVE YOUR CHILDREN /P”]

Just before this they got that same member to be their friend by saying “they have no one else” and they’ve gotten attached to them and can’t let go (remember, 16 and 19)

[a discord screenshot “saying the only reason i still interact with tb is because i feel like i have to. he has no one else because gb left him and he clings to me sometimes :/”]

Later once all their accounts were banned from the server they made another one, to DM me and “start over” and I believed them, of course this wasn’t true, as they went back to their disgusting behaviour

They made me believe I was the bad guy for shipping a male character with a lesbian coded character (Gelatin x lollipop) which I no longer ship btw

I felt horribly guilty for my overreaction

Now this I can’t talk on as much as it was told to me second hand, but there was a second person who was also harassed, (the 16 year old mentioned before) where they would make jokes like the one seen before towards eachother, and soon they got extremely attached as TB made them believe they were good friends

As for myself, TB made me believe they’d changed, so I continued contact, joining a server where they would frequently traumadump to minors

I started to get an attachment and trying my best to give them love and support, I’m unsure if this counts as grooming however

I’m sorry for the long post but I needed to say something

In summary, Retroslope:

- made zoophila jokes about me when I was 15

- made a channel specifically to bully me

- groomed people

- sent fetish art to minors as “a joke”

- had a qpr with a 12 year old who they would fall asleep on calls with (they were around 18 or 19 at the time)

- had a discord where they’d traumadump to kids

So sorry to dig up something that happened a year ago but this isn’t petty drama, this person could be a genuine danger, although I haven’t interacted with them since this event so I’m unsure if they’re even still active

I’m not asking for this to become a big situation, I don’t want any attention on me for this, and I don’t want them to be “cancelled” all I want is for what they did to be known (if anyone has proof of the second hand claims being false please let me know)

[rjalker]

sigh. I am once again e-begging for mutual aid. August 24th 2023 for the record.

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You know how I've been complaining that the power company raises the rates of electricity in the hottest parts of summer "to encourage people to use less AC?"

Well, with our shitty appartment's AC unit not even able to lower the temperature past 80 degrees when we have excessive heat warnings because it's over 100 degrees outside with high humidity, even with all the doors shut, in this tiny fucking appartment...

Our electric bill for August is over $380.

Almost four hundred dollars. For air conditioning. For a tiny fucking appartment with all the doors shut and the blinds closed. That didn't actually keep us cool. While we were constantly drinking cold water and eating cheap frozen popsicles to stop from overheating inside the appartment.

And of course the fucking landlord didn't warn us about any of this before he offered to let us move into this one from the one on the second floor. Even though there's literally no fucking way he doesn't know that the AC unit in here is outdated and doesn't fucking work and will cost you an arm and a let to simply not fucking drop dead from heat stroke inside your own living room with blackout curtains up in shorts and a tank top.

sigh.

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We also still need help with covering the costs of socializing the feral kittens and their mom we caught. The kittens are growing really fast, which means they're eating tons of food each day, and using a lot of litter.

A medium-sized bag of cat food (this Walmart doesn't have any bigger ones) is $15, a bucket of cat litter is $19. We're going through a bag of food every few days with the rate at which these kittens scarf it down, along with the rest of our cats.

We applied for getting them fixed for free, but we still haven't heard anything back from the organization that's running that.

If you know anyone in the Savannah, Georgia area and you are looking for a "free" (you'd have to pay to get them fixed/vaccinated if we haven't done so yet) indoor-only kitten or their mom, let me know. There's four kittens and their mom. All are now successfully friendly and brave around people, and three out of the four kittens are now certifiable lap cats.