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halsins-herbal-underpants · 7 months ago
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I've seen a handful of those 'what do you use to write your fics?' polls/questions and every time they never list how I do it. I'm starting to wonder if its so out of the box its the the equivalent of writing out your grocery list in your car on an old McDonald's napkin with a broken colored pencil. Which I only bring up because that is how I write my grocery lists almost every time. (The pencil is blue)
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lobster-lover · 2 years ago
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hiii hi . 2, 4, 9, 17, 20 :3
hi randy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2. easier facing left for me . always look toward the setting sun
4. i answered this on another one but i deleted it by accident but the hardest character ive ever drawn is benrey hlvrai i hate him soooo much its unreal
9. all my file names are either keysmashes or words that im thinking about at the moment . im so organized and professional
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17. usually i drink water while i draw so if i get frustrated i can drink it and imagine i just got saved from drowning or somerhing
20. probably hands.. people say its hard and i kinda get it but i always have so much fun with them i hope you can tell
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tafferling · 10 months ago
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💾What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)
i always alternate between simply titling mine keysmashes and phrases like “x and x attempt to have a normal conversation”
also, second kudos!! ❤️ (and third and fourth. all the kudos)
Keysmash names are also good names! And I do also love me some descriptive ones like the ones you mentioned!
As for me, I am relatively dull when it comes to file names. The folders are always called after the fic's name, and then I've got it broken up into season, with the files being Chapter One: Name of Chapter, and so forth.
For one-shots, I just use the fic title unless I do not yet have one, in which case it's usually The X thing. For example, my Werewolf novel series (based on Lone Wolf of Harran) is currently named The Werewolf Thing.
(Funnily enough, one of my novel series is literally called A Shielding Thing - it is the literal name right now; I think I will need to rename it, not gonna lie.)
Thank you for the ask, and thank you so much for the extra kudos.
❤️
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Okay hi it’s me, the person who sent you an ask about the X-Files a while ago, having watched only a few before turning the disk back in to the library. You said they were worth watching (or something like that), and I needed a break from my other bingewatching show, so I started on the X-Files again.
So anyway I just finished 2x6 and had to come babble at you like a lunatic because my bones are aching with all the FEELS, and I totally see why everybody forever has spoken of these two characters/actors as something special, and guy-risks-everything-to-save-person-he-cares-about is one of my Favorite Tropes Ever, and Mulder is just so sad and so wrecked at her loss, and just *keysmash* 🤯
What have you done to me.
And also thanks. I’m off to watch the next episode. 😅
OH IS 02x06 ASCENSION??????? yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YES shskdndkdksmsksksks
Ascension is absolutely fantastic in a horrifically painful way bc of Mulder's absolute dedication and BELIEF that he can save Scully before it's too late — it's like, the turning point in where he has this internal shift from "everything is about finding The Truth and what happened to Samantha" and that forming his entire belief system, to where he really truly on EVERY level cares more about Scully than any of that. like yeah he still gets carried away and doesn't always show it well, but she's a priority to him and has been for a while even by the time she's taken — it's just that he hadn't really realized it until then. and then he spends the next however many more seasons CONTINUING to realize it more and more and I just- shdodnsksnzhsjsnskdh
so I actually skipped 1x07 because I went "ehhh seductive vampire? no thanks not my jam" but I do know this one thing about it that's like. a massive punch in the feels. HMU sometime about why You Are In Love by TSwift is THE Mulder/Scully song
but oh my goodness, friend, you're gonna have a FIT over One Breath if you like how frantic and protective Mulder is in Ascension. PLEASE i am begging you, keep me up on your reactions and thoughts as you watch!!! my askbox is always open!
also!! I have a TXF sideblog over at @scullys-freckles, which is... mostly kinda aesthetic-y stuff and probably has spoilers if you're avoiding those, but yeah figured I may as well mention it. I actually started the sideblog as a home base for an au-in-progress I'm working on with @fortes-fortuna-iogurtum that actually diverges from canon right around Ascension, so yeah! :D
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coconut-tree-cafe · 4 years ago
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How would the brothers do sexting perhaps 🤨🤪?
How the brothers respond to sexting (NSFW, but not too bad)
Lucifer
Short answer, he wouldn’t
Long answer, even if you try he would just either come to you or tell you to come to him.
He might be open to phone sex
Even then he will be telling you what to do and controlling you so he can hear your voice, and not much happening on his side
Although maybe, after a long day of work he might call you up just to hear your moans as he tells you how he wants you to touch yourself for him.
“My sweet, let me hear you sing for me tonight.”
He never responds to any nudes you send him, he leaves you on seen
Don’t be sad though, he saves them all to look at them on his own
He has sent a few risque photos of himself, but nothing too revealing. Photos of him are worth quite a bit after all, but you’d never share.
And that’s how he wants it
Mammon
He was the one who first started getting a little more than flirty over text, only as a joke (he tells himself)
But when you responded with a nude of yourself he literally exploded
His next text was just a keysmash
He actually really loves it
A perk to sexting him is how quickly he responds, it’s glaringly obvious that he is anticipating your next text eagerly
He gets really into it, too
Sends you nudes and then gloats about how lucky you are to see them, but if you compliment him or tell him how badly you want him he will shrivel up in embarrassment
Will sext with you for any prolonged amount of time you’re not together (a week in his eyes), otherwise he’d rather just do dirty things in person
Leviathan
It would be hard to get him to start sexting, but with some encouragement and you taking the lead he’d feel comfortable
He actually really likes sexting, it’s a great way for him to express himself because he can do it over his phone
He can be a lot more daring over text than he can in person, and can show more sides of himself
He LOVES getting nudes from you, he will ask you for them (if you’re comfortable) all the time.
He likes to request you to do certain things, certain poses, certain clothes
And he loves telling you all the things he wants to do with you (even things he could never bring himself to do in person)
Even in person he sometimes needs to text you things that he can’t say or ask for himself
Has a file of your nudes stashed on his computer in the most secure and hidden folder known to devil kind.
He has only attempted to send nudes a few times, they always end up blurry because his hand is shaking while he takes it
Asmodeous
You already know Asmodeous has been all up in your dm’s with some raunchy stuff
Anything you are down for, he already has sent you a text about
Nudes, nudes, nudes
He sends you so many nudes, an entire gallery of them at a time. All of them are very artsy and beautiful looking as well
“I couldn’t just send one, they all look so good, right?”
The way he sexts though, really doesn’t accomplish anything it’s all light teasing and playing
It’s more like foreplay than an actual kind of sex for him, unlike Levi
He loves chatting on the phone with you, just so that you can hear him moan
He’s not a selfish lover though, even over the phone he makes you feel like the most important person he’s ever laid eyes on (next to himself lol)
Satan
Totally adverse to the idea at first, just doesn’t see the point in it
But when he gets a nude from you, he writes you all the ways he wants to take you or destroy you oops
Doesn’t even realize what he’s doing is sexting
Turns out he’s super into it
He is very eloquent, it’s like you’re reading an adult novel written specifically for you
He really likes to do it for a long time, over the course of an entire day just nothing but lewd and dirty texts from you and him
That way, when he finally sees you he can tease you with all the dirty things you said and take up any promises he made over the phone
“I thought you said you were going to jump my bones the second you saw me, getting cold feet now that I’m here?” he muses at you.
Beelzebub
Just like most things, Beel just casually enjoys it
He is a little stiff with his texts though, don’t expect a lot of sensuality wafting through your phone screen
He is mostly just interested in pictures, he wants to see you and really, what else is there to talk about to him?
Don’t be discouraged if he takes a while to respond, he just is that way
He has no qualms with sending pictures of himself, however. He probably takes the lewdest nudes because they are so matter of fact. 
As in, there’s no posing no nothing, just naked Beel in all his glory.
If he gets too riled up there is not hell or high water that could stop him from getting to you in person.
Belphegor
The king of, “u up?”
He’s actually really dirty when you two sext
He just tells you all the things he’s going to do to you
When he can’t see you face to face his inner sadist is awakened
Never sends nudes, but will send a lewd pics that tease a little
Goes without saying they are all of him in bed
Begs you to just come to his room already
But since he is so lazy you can tease him until he just has to stop and come to you
But also he sometimes is so lazy things go a little like
hey
u up?
[yeah]
send a pic
[pic]
thanks, night
Belphie you little shit
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katewaliss · 5 years ago
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1x1 plot list!
hello girls, gays and theys! my name is crissy, i’m 21, go by she/her pronouns and live in the PST timezone. i am celebrating bullshitting my way through my junior year with ( copious amounts of tequila but also ) make a list of 1x1 ideas / plot bunnies because i need something to do during this Borentine and what better way to spend it then making myself cry with ships! 
i primarily send really long keysmash head cannons through discord and the ims, but i am also down to do replies ( on tumblr or discord ) and ask memes are my most favorite. i am introverted af but very excited abt ships so i really like having rp partners who like want to stay up all night and write and scream with me, so if that sounds like u, come thru! 
if u like any of these please don’t hesitate to shoot me an im! 
also my discord is daddy devito#2918 ( & yes, i do hate myself  )
were starting with mermaids bc i love mermaids
ALSO YES I LIKE OPPOSITE PLOTS DONT @@@@@ ME!!!!!
ALSO ALL OF THESE PLOTS CAN BE GAY! BE GAY DO CRIMES!
i’ve always kind of wanted one based loosely on these pictures x, x, x. im thinking ponyo meets enchanted meets h20 little mermaid AF realness! like maybe hes this lil regular boy high school college student taking pictures and stuff and sees this girl wash up on the shore looking very confused. so he helps her and you know, shes a little hysterical and cant walk very well, takes her into his apartment puts a towel over here bc she like keeps talking abt how shes a mermaid and hes like oh my god shes crazy ahh. she keeps saying her dad is king of the ocean and hes like???? do u have a last name? and the police dont know anything abt her she has no file, no id, no finger print in the database? 
basically the mermaid is staying w the college student in his apartment and he like teaches her what the microwave and the tv is and its very soft  they fall in luv maybe drama he has a girl friend who sucks a lot who is angry abt mermaid girl idk maybe the government realizes and tries to steal her! fun THAT FIRST PIC? MAYBE HE SAVED HER WHEN HE WAS A KID ONCE FROM DROWNING!!! AHHH
alternatively i found these pictures were are in the same vein very aquamarine x, x, x, lifeguard off duty surfing and he gets stuck in a gnarly wave and almost drowns but this mermaid saves his life! and he comes to see her a lot on the beach and they hang out and fall in love he teaches her how to speak english shows her his phone!!! MAYBE THE GOVERNMENT IS ALSO POACHING HER WE LOVE DRAMA
ok last mermaid plot? BUT ITS A SIREN PLOT!!!!!!! these sirens/a siren wipes out this sailors entire ship with the sirens song they all get drowned/eaten .... but plot twist! this one sailor homie lives bc he is DEAF and therefore IMMUNE TO THE SIREN SONG!! so this siren keeps tryna sing at him and its not working and u know they fall in love good stuff MORE POACHES MORE PIRATES MORE GOVERNMENT TRYNA KILL THE AQUATIC AMERICAN BC I LOVE SUFFERING modern or maybe set back in the day???? spicy
anthour or a sculptor that writes a book w a main character or makes a statue and it comes to life and has no perception of human stuff and is like a big alien
also literally all of these plots can be made gay as the flyest bi i ENCOURAGE it!!!! i will play either character in any of them pls tell me which one u like if u like one
pls the clown clown valedictorian plot
ok speaking of giving the gays everything they want
damn i just want a cheesy wlw 1x1 plot where the first girl is a famous celebrity hella spoiled very purse dog paris hilton type and her fancy convertible sports car breaks down smack dab in a small ass hick nowheresville town and this flannel wearing mannerless tomboy mechanic comes to fix her car but rich girl is stuck in town a few days while they order the part she needs for her car bc it’s a small town they don’t have it and they get closer and the celebrity girl is humbled by the town and learns a lot abt the world and herself just ,, good times LISTEN!!!! zendaya and kristine froseth ???? SPICY
ok maybe a period piece lady knight / princess plot where she was personally assignment to the princess but maybe its a whole mulan thing where no one knows the night is a girl and is posing as a man bc women were allowed to be knights and the princess is betrothed to some loser prince once again ill play either
princess body guard plots always smack
ok princess protection program BUT GET THIS instead of that its my boy dmitri who is the heir to the russian throne or some made up european country but theres an assasination attempt so hes told he has to go into witness protection. and this dude or girls dad is head of cia/fbi and dmitri has to pose as a foreign exchange student at y/ns college and be shown around/baby sat by them. they hate eachother. probably bc dmitri is obnoxious and entitled and sleeps w everyone. he was a matthew daddario fc but not that necessary!
cheerleaders on opposite squads who got the sexual tension!!!!
plot based off hollywood the netflix limited series where its 1940s-1950s hollywood and maybe actors falling in love, an actor and a director? OR omg even better an actor falling in love with some sort of stage crew, lighting, camera person............SPICY! 
a beauty / makeup youtube influencer and a pranking rant gaming sort of youtuber and they have to collab and hate it points if its gay
that cliche plot where ur friends older brother is hot
ok kstew / naomi scott .....that is such.....a wave
UGLY BETTY PLOT BITCH!!!!!! REVERSE THE ROLES OR MAKE IT GAY
i saw this gifset of margo robbie and michael b jordan talking abt how they are eachothers celebrity crush and it got my brain turning 
a very whimsical hopeless romantic artist who finds a muse in a no nonsense american college student studying law studying abroad
PERCY JACKSON BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE HUNGER GAMES BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
business man/prodigal son who falls in love with a stripper/escort
harry potter......next gen................please.............scorose............but like can i play ravenclaw soft boy nothing like draco scorpio BUT ALSO ALL THE HP i also really like ocs also BEAUXBATONS DRUMSTRANG ( if anyone wants to help me w a not hogwarts but other wizarding school rp let me know )
not to b cliche but uh....pastors son bad boy plot yes!
alternatively bad girl good boy/girl plot yes! ( can i pls play bad girl seulgi its Dire )
horror until dawn stuff
soul eater? death note? OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB BITCH!!!! ANIME!
the epically cliche popular person failing math and is gonna get kicked off cheer gets tutored by biggest loser in school and only agrees to tutor her in math if she teaches them how to be cool to impress crush (popular persons friend) and they do that, they start to bond, she gives nerd a makeover the whole school falls in love with them and the popular girls real jealous and wHEw
a disgruntled detective whos wife cheated on him with his partner and he drinks everyday (also could b a lady) throws himself into work and this waitress at the diner he works at who is the opposite of him and very sunshiney
OKAY HANNIBAL but like the hannibal is a lady!
superhero x villian plot! spicy maybe theyre exes! or they went to the same super power school? 
SPEAKING OF SUPERHEROS I WANT A MIRACULOUS LADYBUG PLOT RIGHT FUCKING NOW SOMEONE PLAY CHOU TZUYU AS MARINETTE!!!!!!!!!
also every disney plot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i think this will get added to but for now this is the gist HIT ME THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!
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sandersstudies · 5 years ago
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Quirky - Chapter 6
A High School Superhero AU - Sanders Sides
(Will add tag list in a reblog! If I miss you, please let me know ASAP - As always, asks, comments, messages, reblogs, and keysmashes are more than welcome.)
Chapter Seven ->
<- Chapter Five
<<- Chapter One
You can now also find the fic with the same username and title on AO3 :) Fell free to stop by and leave kudos!
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Logan leaned over the edge of the guardrail to gaze into the ruined city below. He squinted, but without his glasses he couldn’t see much more than the blurry shapes of the buildings. Virgil and Roman were just smudges on the ground, and both vanished from sight as they walked under overhanging beams.
A moment later there was a faint groaning from below which rose suddenly to a roar as one of the massive beams began to slide to one side. Logan felt a cry rising in his throat just as the beam suddenly froze in its path and went lumbering through the air in the other direction and smashing against a building, where it broke and fell to the ground as rubble. A cloud of dust and debris rose so wide that Virgil and Roman were totally hidden from view. Logan turned to look for Mx. Stokes and Mr. Picani, but several other students were already screaming for them
Logan squinted, but there was no chance of seeing to the ground. He started down the stairs as quickly as he could. It was difficult to see where each step ended, so he ran with a guess. He tripped once, but caught himself with a wild flailing of his arms. He could hear the teachers trying to restore calm, and hoped they weren’t watching him. Without his glasses even his quirk was weak. Well, even weaker than usual.
The dust was beginning to settle when Logan reached the bottom of the steps, but it didn’t help much with his blurry vision. The beam had made a depression in one of the buildings, but the other damage was minor. Logan resisted a cough.
“Virgil? Roman?”
A sudden blast of light emerged from the buildings, and Logan saw Virgil’s silhouette (too short to be Roman’s) illuminated for a moment before Roman followed his glowing hand into the open. He was using one arm to shield his mouth and nose, and the other to light his way; he seemed otherwise unharmed.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he yelled through his arm after two throat-clearing coughs. The dust was settling, and Logan could see Virgil standing between him and Roman. Both boys were so dirty from the settling dust that their blue uniform jackets were now khaki in color. “What the hell did you do?” Roman insisted. He dropped his arm and even through his blurry vision Logan could tell that the other boy looked vaguely shell-shocked.
Virgil was shaking wildly as he tried to gesticulate an answer. “You..you hit the buildi— you knocked down the beam.”
“Knocked down?” Roman yelled. “That thing went flying through the air, you maniac! You could have killed somebody!”
“I saw it,” Logan said.
“Oh, so you’re here now,” Roman said, noticing Logan for the first time. “You didn’t see jack shit without these.” He chucked a blob at Logan, who caught it and looked down to recognize his glasses inside a sphere of Kai’s polypeptide gel. The durable nature of the material made it difficult to break into, but the glasses seemed unharmed
“Logan, what did you see?” Virgil asked.
Logan tried to break through the outer layer of gel to his glasses. “Unfortunately, not much. I was at a height of multiple stories and without my usual lenses. The beam did certainly behave outside the law of gravity. It began to slide downward, and then suddenly jerked upward and into that building.”
“Mess up halfway through trying to crush me, huh?” Roman growled. “The hell kind of quirk do you have?” He was very near Virgil, and had one finger raised as if to jab him.
Virgil was bristling. “Shut up, lightbulb,” he said, still unsteady but no longer stuttering. “I just saved your stupid life.”
“You just better stay out of my way, pipsqueak,” Roman said. “And you.” He reversed his finger to point to Logan. “Don’t lose your damn glasses again, okay?”
Logan didn’t have a moment to come up with a response before he was interrupted by a shout from above. Mr. Picani was almost falling down the stairs, and came to the base out of breath.
“You boys okay?” he asked, hands extended as if prepared to shield them. “Mx. Stokes said that all the safety settings are still in operation, no idea what happened.”
“We’re fi-,” Virgil said.
“We don’t know what happened either,” Roman said over Virgil. “But we got the glasses back. Sir.”
“All that matters is that everybody’s fine,” Mr. Picani insisted, ushering them toward the stairs. “We can replace glasses, but we can’t replace our students.”
Virgil and Roman didn’t speak on the trek back up the stairs, but even without his glasses Logan could see the tension between the two.
“Are you really all right?” he asked Virgil once they’d come out of the building and Roman had jogged a few steps ahead. Mx. Stokes has quelled the students’ panic and was escorting them onto the bus.
“Fine,” Virgil said. “Just real sick of Roman.”
“I can tell you don’t like him very much,” Logan said. He finally ripped his glasses free of their gooey prison and then leaned down in a confidential whisper. “To be completely frank, I share your sentiments.”
Virgil stifled a laugh. “Thanks.”
Mx. Stokes repeated Mr. Picani’s concerns as they got to the bus, and then smiled broadly once they confirmed they were all right.
“You kids will get to play in the zones soon enough,” Mx. Stokes promised, brushing dust off of Virgil’s shoulder. “But I don’t need you guys down there without training.” They checked the boys off their checklist and gave a friendly wave. “Last thing we need is another UA accident!”
Mr. Picani paused outside the bus to say something to the other teacher as Logan and Virgil climbed on. There was only one empty pair of seats left near the front of the bus, and Logan stepped aside in the aisle. Virgil paused, and then slid in first.
“You don’t want the window?” he asked.
“You didn’t seem to like the aisle on the ride here,” Logan said. “Would you like to switch?”
“No, that’s fine.” Virgil shrunk a little and stared out the window. Logan hoped he wasn’t offended. He glanced out the door of the bus. Mx. Stokes was patting Mr. Picani on the shoulder, and the two parted as the bus’ engine started.
Logan wasn’t sure if the other students thought the same, but it was nice to see two professional heros with such a friendship. In the media heroes were often in hot competition, or at the best participated in work-required teams. In the real world, however, Logan had now seen the great Glass pat Mesmerman on the shoulder like an old friend.
He settled against his seat as the bus pulled away. He was tempted to ask Virgil more about what had happened in the Ruins Zone, but wasn’t sure how to begin, so they rode in silence for several minutes as the students behind them babbled about the visit.
“Hey,” Virgil said after a while.
Logan glanced up.
“You have…” Virgil tapped his temple. “Some goo on your glasses, still.”
***
Despite the unanticipated loss of Logan’s glasses and collapse in the Ruins Zone, the class arrived back at UA just as lunch was beginning, and Logan and Virgil were joined by Remigius, who offered them sticks of gum which they refused before he popped three into his own mouth.
“Pretty wild what happened down there,” he said. “I saw that beam go flying. You got your glasses back though, I see.” This last part was to Logan, who nodded. Remy blew a bubble, and there was a moment of pause before it popped. “You must have some quirk, little dude,” he said to Virgil. “Because I know that wasn’t Ro’s handiwork by a long shot.”
Virgil shrunk and laughed stiffly.
“Let’s get in the line before it gets too long,” Logan suggested, and Virgil followed. Remigius had a paper bag in one hand, and split off to seat himself at a table.
“You don’t seem to like Remigius asking too many questions,” Logan said as they waited.
“He’s a fine guy,” Virgil said. “Just...yeah.”
“I understand.”
“Thanks.”
When they filed back into the classroom after lunch, Mr. Picani was writing in large strokes on the board: UA SPORTS FESTIVAL. A few students oohed and ahhed.
“Before you begin your final classes of the day,” Mr. Picani said, “I wanted to remind you all that next week begins the annual sports festival here at UA. I’m sure you’re all familiar with it, but we’ll be going over a few details today and discussing it in more length in your Hero Studies classes this week.”
The UA Sports Festival was televised every year; with the most prestigious hero program in the country, it was hardly surprising that so many people tuned in. Professional heroes and scouts often contacted the school following the festival with early offers for apprenticeships and nominations to high-ranking students.
“Preliminaries will be after lunch on Monday,” Mr. Picani said. “The top forty-two students to complete the preliminaries will pass into the main festival rounds. Remember that not only hero students, but also students in your grade from the support, management, and general courses will be participating. Therefore, no hero suits will be permitted on the field.” Several hands had flown into the air. “Hold your questions for now, as we’re a little short on time,” Mr. Picani said. “But begin thinking about your plans for the festival; as first-year students, you’ll be presented as heroes-in-training to the public for the first time.” He underlined the words he’d written on the board. “I’ll get out of the way of Mx. Talyn for your science class now.”
Logan found that even he had trouble focusing on biology while thinking about the sports festival. He stared at a Bunsen burner on the windowsill and began drawing its component parts absentmindedly in his notebook. He began making lines to start labeling the drawing, and realized that they looked like a sports bracket. He turned the page. He usually enjoyed Mx. Talyn’s lessons, but now he could only hear a vague chattering in the background as he drew a full bracket, beginning with sixteen contenders. Of the forty-two entrants to the first round, only sixteen proceeded on to the one-on-one rounds. Those would be the students to receive the most media attention.
The hero course was divided into two sections, 1-A and 1-B, with 1-A being Logan’s class and both classes containing twenty students. The support, management, and general classes were of the same size and almost equally prestigious, but didn’t focus on hero techniques or quirk use. There were occasionally dramatic underdog stories, like a strong-quirked general student making it into the semifinals, but usually the other classes were trumped by the hero students. Logan tapped his pen against his desk. If classes 1-C through 1-K contained twenty students each as well, then there was a total of 220 students attending UA, and only forty-two slots in the festival.
“Putnett squares are an excellent display for genetic odds,” Mx. Talyn said, drawing a two-by-two chart on the board. “We can see how likely an outcome is using this visual.”
If we’re going to talk odds… Removing other benefits and deficiencies, any individual student had a 19% chance to conquer the preliminaries, and a 7% chance to enter the one-on-one rounds. Logan tried to remember previous years. Hero students were far more likely to pass the preliminaries, but that was no guarantee. He also had no idea about the quality of the second hero class, 1-B, who had the benefit of not losing their homeroom teacher in the first week of the school year. Logan wished he had the previous years’ data in front of him. Making it to the festival would be an excellent initial promotion into his hero career.
Of course, Logan mused, every other student would be thinking the same thing. Virgil was splaying pencil spirals in his notebook, and Roman had spaced out in the direction of the board. Kai’s nose was running again. Logan sporadically took off his glasses to clean them against his shirt.
The rest of the school day was much the same. Students were quiet but unfocused in class, and loud and with a single goal between classes. Roman’s posse sans Roman were an especial contributor.
“My mom remembers seeing Mr. Picani at the festival when I was a baby!” Rafaela announced. “She told me as soon as she heard he was one of our teachers.”
“That’s crazy, Mr. Picani and the other teachers were just like us not so long ago,” Kenny responded.
“That was the year the villain Spite threatened the city,” Kai said. “That was what first made Multiman famous.”
“He’d only just graduated, too,” Rafaela said.
Virgil turned in his seat to stare at Logan. “Sports festival, huh?”
“It’s a great opportunity,” Logan said. “What are you thinking?”
“Thinking I’ll be lucky to make it past the preliminaries.” He swung his feet back and forth under the desk and swiveled to look at the empty seat behind him. “Too bad Terrence is sick, he won’t hear about it.”
“We’ll fill him in tomorrow,” Logan said. “He and I are from the same neighborhood. We walk home together and I can tell him about it.”
“So you won’t be walking with him today, then,” Virgil said.
“Not today, I’ll miss him.”
“Well...I wouldn’t want to replace Terrence or anything, but I’ll walk with you. If you want.”
Logan blinked. It was a kind offer, but Virgil always left the school in the opposite direction; they weren’t from the same neighborhood. “Don’t you go west when school ends?
“Right, nevermind, sorry,” Virgil said. “I was just thinking I could walk you home and then...turn around and go back. It’s silly.”
Logan suspected the arrangement was not for Virgil’s convenience, and supposed that the only alternative motivation was that Virgil enjoyed spending time with Logan. It would be rude to crush his suggestion. “You can’t live too far from school,” he said. “Are you near West Midoriya Hospital?”
“Just a few blocks from there,” Virgil said.
“My mother’s studio is near there,” Logan said. “We could walk to your house and she could come to get me when she leaves work.”
“Oh, you don’t want to come to my place,” Virgil raised his hands defensively.
“Well, you wanted to come to mine.”
“Isn’t that a little out of your way?”
“Not as far out of the way as your walking me home and turning around would be.”
“You got me.”
***
Logan didn’t walk often on the west side of town, so he tried to take in the route Virgil walked by rote, in case he ever needed to find his way again. A text from his mother confirmed she could pick him up at five, so he only regretted he hadn’t put a snack in his backpack in the morning.
He and Virgil had plenty to talk about with the upcoming sports festival, so the subject of the strange event in the Ruins Zone did not come up again, and the walk — longer than Logan’s usual one — did not seem long at all, and they soon arrived at a small brick apartment building. Logan followed Virgil through the lobby and up a flight of stairs, where Virgil let himself into apartment 208.
There were many photos on the walls of the apartment, most of them of Virgil and a women Logan assumed was Virgil’s mother. One recent picture, of Virgil’s middle school graduation, was placed prominently near the front door. The other photos stretched back through Virgil’s childhood. There was one of him staring grumpily at the camera in corduroy overalls and a fresh haircut on his first day of kindergarten, and a photo of the haircut itself; young Virgil’s eyes squinted at the clippers as they sheared off several inches of his dark hair and left behind buzzed sides. There was a photo of his first birthday, his mother crouched over his shoulder to blow out the candle of a cupcake for him. Baby Virgil’s eyes were wide in admiration of the tiny flame, the same color as his lacey birthday dress.
“Ugh, ignore those,” the teenage version of Virgil said to Logan. “My mom sure likes taking photos.” Virgil’s mother looked a lot like her son, with dark hair and a thin but lively face.
“They’re nice,” Logan said. “Thanks again for having me over.”
“It’s no big deal.” Virgil slumped his backpack off next to a coat rack before wandering toward the kitchen. “Do you want, uh...soda?”
“Sure,” Logan said, following. The kitchen connected to a small living room and held a two-chair table with folded leaves. There were two doors across the room, one slightly ajar to reveal part of a bathroom sink and mirror. More photos were on the wall, some of a younger version of Virgil’s mother sans Virgil. Her hair had been longer back then. There were also some of Virgil’s childhood drawings in frames and two pride flags pinned on the closed door, one bisexual and one, smaller and newer, trans.
“Sorry, I don’t host much,” Virgil said. “That’s the bedroom over there, and I sleep on the foldout. That’s about it. Do you want a cream soda or a Hero-Cola?” He squatted in front of the fridge.
“Cream soda,” Logan said. “Thank you.” He glanced back at the photos on the wall, trying to think how to continue the conversation. “What’s your mother like?”
“She’s cool,” Virgil said, getting a Hero-Cola for himself. “She’s just busy. She went back to school and all a couple years ago, so now she studies and writes her management thesis every night after work.” He snapped his soda open with a satisfying crack. “She wants to build a better life for us and all, you know?”
Logan nodded. “She sounds very nice.” He fumbled again for a way to continue the conversation. “My mother is a photographer too.”
“That’s cool,” Virgil said as he sunk into one of the two chair seats. “Do you want to…”
“Sure,” Logan was already moving to sit, and set his backpack on the floor. “Um...is that one yours?” He pointed at the bisexual flag.
“My mom’s,” Virgil said.
“Oh.” Logan’s brief playground romance with Corbin meant he’d never “come out” to his middle school friends, but besides Terrence he wasn’t sure how many of his A-1 classmates had taken the hint yet.
“I’m actually gay,” Virgil said suddenly, shattering Logan’s mental image of strutting into UA wearing a rainbow flag as a cape.
“Oh!” Logan said, so loud that Virgil flinched. “No, that’s great! No, no, I mean, me too!”
“Oh,” Virgil said, quieter and longer than Logan had.
Logan felt heat rising in his ears. “So, about the festival, I think you said you taped last year’s competition?”
“Yeah,” Virgil said, leaping onto this new topic. “On a VHS, can you believe it? Surprised the machine even still works. Want to watch it?”
“I was just thinking today how helpful it would be for my notes if I could analyze previous competitions.” Logan reached into his backpack and fumbled for a minute. “I was running the numbers today and — oh here it is.” He produced the notebook and flipped a few pages. “Any individual student has a 19% chance to pass the preliminaries, but as hero students, I’m almost certain the chance is much higher, but I just don’t have the data.”
“Eleven years ago, only seven non-hero students passed, and only two made it to the one-on-one,” Virgil mused.
“Eleven years ago?”
Virgil rolled his eyes as he stood to cross into the living room. “My mom taped that one for me when I was little. I watched it so many times the tape broke, but I remember every detail. Picani was in his final year then, you know. He’s only twenty-nine now.” He knelt down and shuffled DVDs under the TV. “Here’s the one from last year.” Virgil glanced over his shoulder. “We can watch it for uh...your notes.”
“That would be excellent.”
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sherlock-is-ace · 6 years ago
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I always name my files with keysmashes, sometimes they’re just one random letter and sometimes are super long. Once I was saving a drawing and I named it something like “kfjshgksjvvknselkwlsrgksjrgf” (yes, that long) and the window telling me there was an existing file with that name poped up...
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televinita · 2 years ago
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BEHOLD, the Notepad portion of My Documents! Which spans roughly 5 years. When I say I have more random Notepad docs than you can believe -- and these are just my daily typed or saved thoughts that (usually) don’t make it to the internet, not including Word documents or anything I download offline -- I am so not joking.
Also, my file-naming system is literally ‘whatever random thought pops into my head when I save it.’ Sometimes it’s related to the content, but not always, especially since there could be upwards of ten different topics in any given day’s file. Sometimes it’s literally just a keysmash or a made-up onomatopoeia word.
If you can read the print, have a gander at the wacky names I’ve come up with and, if you’re curious, you can even ask me what’s in any given one. Hopefully none of the file names are too embarrassing; I was not gonna read all 600+ to be sure. I guess that’s part of the fun.
(If anyone else is brave enough to share...I am curious! I won’t even challenge you to let people ask about them. I do genuinely want to know if this is a ‘do you also have hundreds of documents or are you normal’ situation, though, especially if people now spend more time on their phones than on devices with real keyboards.)
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