#their titles in all caps stresses me out

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Video Game Track Bracket Semifinals

I WON'T LET YOU GO HOME from In Stars and Time

vs.

How Can You Help Me, Stardust? from In Stars and Time

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Note: The propaganda may contain spoilers for In Stars and Time.

I WON'T LET YOU GO HOME:

siffrin.

1. It ties in recurring melodies from all throughout the soundtrack 2. It perfectly sets the mood for the scene and feels climactic 3. I cannot explain how much this song emotionally impacts you if you've played the game 4. It's just such a good song 5. Siffrin

only song in the soundtrack with an all caps title. the intended emotion is gained from sobbing shouting that fucker out

has motifs from all over the game including the title theme AND game over theme

a little harder to convey the emotion without the context of the game but it still does good

How Can You Help Me, Stardust?:

It's the battle theme during a Secret Ending fight, and an interesting genre-swap/remix of How Can I Help You, Stardust? Your character (Siffrin) fights his ally and guide through the time loops he's been stuck in. Its so intense and fast paced compared to the tone for the rest of the game's ending and really emphasizes the absolute stress and despair that being in a timeloop will cause.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Hold On You 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, bullying, depression, controlling and abusive behaviour, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you try to look on the bright side of life but a man comes along to blot out the sun.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

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It’s a nice day to get out. One of the last sunny days of autumn. You can smell the soil and leaves and hear the call of pumpkin spice. Maybe on your way back. 

You can’t spend another day inside. Not after the week you’ve had. Besides, once the winter hits, you’ll have more than enough reason not to go past your front door. You’re going to make the most of your day off. More so, you’re going to keep your mind busy so it doesn’t fall back into the pit. 

It feels good to move around. Between hunching at your cubicle desk and squinting over your dining room table, that crick in your neck needs to be ironed out. You have to remind yourself to stand up straight as the muscles tug between your shoulder blades. 

You stop and turn to face the record shop. As you do, you’re nearly bowled over by another pedestrian. You hadn’t realised they were so close behind you. You back up and apologise but the man doesn’t even look at you as he veers toward the front door. The bell jingle as he enters with a huff, the back of his dark jacket a vague splotch in your vision. 

Oop. You’re in the way. Again. You do your best not to do that. You never want to stir the waters or be a bump in the road but somehow you always find a way to do that. No good comes from wallowing in it. As stressful as it can be to brave the public and its unpredictability, a smile keeps you from falling apart. 

You approach the shop and swing open the door. Oof, it’s much heavier than that man made it look. You greet the associate behind the counter with a beaming morning and ���hello?’ He asks how you are and you give the easy answer; ‘good, how are you?’ He responds with the same empty courtesy. 

You look around the covers and the little signs that delineate every genre. Before you can get into all that, you need the most important piece of all. A record player. For as long as you’ve been waiting to set foot in the shop, you’ve been saving up for the player. 

You near the table stacked with varying shades of suitcase players. You read up on each brand and style. It will be best to tuck away when you’re not using it. Your small apartment is already too cluttered. 

You pick a lilac player with little white roses stamped over the cover. It’s on sale. A sign above proclaims that you can get twenty percent off three or more records when you by a player. Well, how about that? It isn’t all doom and gloom. 

You hug the player under your arm and near the shelves mounted to the walls. You peruse the titles intently. Something new? Something you know? You definitely don’t want to get just one genre.  

As you sidle along, the corner of the box knocks against something. You look back and another ‘sorry’ bubbles from your lips. It’s that man again. He’s browsing the end cap behind you and growls at your apology. You stare at him for a moment, he seems at home in a place like this. 

“Um, excuse me, sir,” you say, “do you have any recommendations?” 

He grumbles and puts the album back in its slot. He looks over his shoulder with detest curled into his lip. The stone chiseled into his jaw makes you gulp. 

“What?” He scowls. 

“Sorry, I didn’t... I was only... curious. Have a good day, sir.” 

“Good? What’s good about it?” He hisses. You wince and move to the next section. Not far enough as he sighs, “you know, you wouldn’t like my taste anyway. Stick to your girly pop.” 

You resist a frown. You’re not going to let someone like that bring you down. You can tell that he looks for the worst in everything and everyone. You wouldn’t judge someone by their appearance but his demeanour says as much as his words. You won’t add to his cynicism but bothering him further. 

You pick out an Etta James album that you recognise. Your grandmother had the same one. You think your mother snatched it up after she passed. You didn’t get much from the inheritance. As it is, you’d rather have your grandma back. Someone to talk to. 

You move on to the rock section. There’s hair metal and classic rock and grunge and all sorts. You’re not unfamiliar with the genre but you don’t want to be too obvious.  

A scuff startles you and you glance over at the man in the dark jacket. He seems familiar. His short brown hair, his stubbly jaw, and his intensity trigger something in your head. You definitely don’t know him. Everyone you know is too busy for you. 

“Probably don’t even know how to use the damn thing,” he snips under his breath as he gets closer. 

You realise he’s talking about you. It’s no good arguing. You’ve met his kind before. Back when your friends had the time of day for you, you met that type at their parties. You avoided them. 

You leave the aisle. You don’t want to be in his way, though it seems no matter what you do, you are. You find yourself exactly where he predicted. Well, who cares? It’s all a matter of brain chemistry, right? You don’t get to choose what you like, you just like it. It makes your brain happy and heaven knows you need more of that. 

You pick out another favourite then head over to new release. You’ve never heard Sabrina Carpenter. You’ll give it a try. 

You approach the counter and as you do, another sigh storms through the shop. The man’s behind you. Oh no, had you cut him off? 

“You want to go ahead of me?” You ask as you keep your haul in your arms. 

He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, a single record in his hand; The Boswell Sisters. You’ve never heard of them but it really doesn’t look like heavy metal. You turn back to the cashier and smile, “hello, um, this is it.” 

You put your things up as the man returns your smile. He asks if you want a bag and you say, ‘yes, please’. Things might not be perfect but it doesn’t mean you can’t try to make them better. And if a smile and manners can brighten someone else’s day, that alone makes yours a little sunnier. 

🪢

The box for the player has a little plastic handle. You’re happy for that as it makes your journey to cafe a little easier. You stand in line with your paper bag and bulky box and move along until it’s your turn. You order the pumpkin spice but think better of double up with the pumpkin cream muffin; you instead opt for the apple cinnamon with the chunks you can see through the top. 

Patiently, you stand by the wall until your order comes up. You crinkle around the other customers and claim it, balancing it all delicately toward an empty table. You tuck the box underneath and lean the bag against it. 

You tear apart the muffin, dividing the bottom from the top. You peel back the liner and eat the former first, pinching morsels between your fingers. You don’t know why you do it that way, you just always have.  

You taste the pumpkin spice. It’s good. Not too spicy at all. It tastes like real pumpkin. Considering the place is local, it might very well be. You pop the lid off to reveal the mostly melted cream and have another sip. 

You wipe the dairy mustache from your upper lip with a napkin and your eyes flick up to meet another pair. Not far from you, that man stands with his hands in his pockets. He’s waiting by the order window for his own delight. Well, that’s great. Maybe it will cheer him up. 

He glowers until you look through the window. Or not. The baristas call out a black coffee as you chew on the brim of the paper cup. You stare out into New York traffic and feel yourself getting smaller. It’s easy to feel lost in the city. 

As you watch through the window, a dark figure passes before it. You lift your gaze and again find yourself at the mercy of that man’s grim snarl. You quickly turn back to your latte. He must’ve had that black coffee. He might do with a bit of sugar. 

You try not to think about it. You don’t know him. You don’t know his problems. Just like anyone else. People don’t know that you feel heavy when you wake up or that you spend your hours keeping your hands busy so you don’t have to think. They only know the woman with the smile and the chipper voice and just as swiftly forget about her. 

You pick away at the muffin, savouring in each bite. You’re thankful for that. For that moment. You have coffee and a nice dessert and you got your record player. It's best not to think about all the existential stuff you can’t change. It will come back later when you’re alone. It can wait until then. 

🪢

Your walk home sees the sun hiding behind the clouds. The downpour begins a block away from your building and soaks you through. You keep your head down against the sheets of rain and hurry up the walk as the front door comes in sight. 

The elevator is out of order. Again. You climb the stairs in your squeaky soles and finally reach your apartment. You push inside and kick off your sodden shoes and peel away your jacket. The turtleneck beneath is just as drenched. 

You don’t strip down right away. You’re more concerned with your prizes. The records are fine, the covers just a bit damp, and the player doesn’t seem to have taken too much water. You leave it all on the counter and go to change into your favourite fuzzy pajamas. 

You come back out to the front room and stop to admire the slake of rain pelleting against the large windows. It might be dreary but it’s beautiful in its own way. You let the tempo lull you as you unpack the player and set it up on the book shelf.  

You slide the Etta James record from its sleeve and lay it on the player, moving the needle into place. You let it play as you back up, the boisterous tones of the legend melding perfectly with the raindrops. You smile; not the put-upon smile you wear for strangers but a smile of nostalgia and calm. You miss your grandma terribly but the music doesn’t make you sad. 

You go to the table, still messy from last night’s work. It never is clear. You always have scraps and bits littered over it, your sewing machine a permanent fixture on the worn wood. You sit and pick up the felt clump and go back to needling it to a discernible shape. 

Your brows nearly meet in the middle for your focus and it isn’t until the record begins to skip that you sit up. That damn kink is back. Your own fault. Can’t be mad at anyone but yourself. 

You flip the record and let it play out. When it’s over, you shut off the player. You eat the leftovers you’ve been parsing out for the week and settle in for your favourite romcom. It’s cheesy and a little lame but you only have to keep yourself happy. Or try to. 

You leave your plate on the coffee table and hunker down to finish the movie. You’re tired when it’s over but know you won’t sleep. So you go back to the table and work as the rain slows to a lazy rhythm. Your eyelids droop, your shoulders too, but you persist. 

The windows grow dark and there is only the distant shine of streetlights and few windows in the neighbouring buildings. You stare out at the blurring haze and it fades to a deep grey. You wake leaning back in the chair, your head hanging off your neck. You groan as you sit up and curse your carelessness. 

It won’t make work any less intolerable. You check the time ticking away on the clock that came with the apartment. You can get another hour or two. You get up and trod off to bed, not bothering to shut off the lights. You don’t sleep well in the pitch black. 

You fall into bed and just as quickly find yourself unbearable awake. All those little doubts and fears rise up to the surface and have you drowning just below. This is why you end up sleeping upright or folded over. Trying never works for you. Not at anything. 

[thatoneautisticshark]

Simon Riley was never one for caring too much about his title. To him lieutenant didn't so much mean, he was in charge and the boss. It meant. He had the responsibility to look after all those under him

Needless to say, it was stressful. Being a lieutenant wasn't fun. It was full of stress, death. And fucking paperwork.

The paperwork was honesty the worst of it. God damn paperwork. Needless to say, being a lieutenant didn't give him a power trip, and it certainly wasn't nice in bed.

He wasn't a man who had sex much. But when he did, he only ever slept with random civilians. For professional reasons he told himself. He didn't want to screw up his professional relationships.

In all honesty it was because he knew someone he knew would address him as Lieutenant. And it was honestly the biggest turn off he has ever experienced. Being called lieutenant feels like work.

He doesn't wanna be fucking reminded of paperwork, and training drills during sex thank you very much.

So he simply never had sex with people he knew. Which made him vaugly wonder why he ended up here.

Garricks tongue down his throat as the collapsed onto his bed. Hands grasping and squeezing where ever they could touch. Balaclava pushed up to his nose.

The kiss was far from gentle, teeth clashing while nail scraped against skin. But god it was hot. Garrick was hot. Hot enough that Simon allowed himself to be pushed against the bed, Kyle settling on his hips.

Simon topped he always did. But that cocky smirk on Kyle's lips made him weak in the knees. And being submissive made the chance of being referred to as lieutenant almost zero. He reasoned to himself, trying to frame his choice to bottom as being logical.

Kyle made quick work of both their shirts and pants. Simon allowed his gaze to shamelessly trace of his partner for the night. Of course he'd gotten some glimpses in the team showers before, but Jesus Kyle was hung.

It was probably around the same size as Simon's, but looked much bigger considering Kyle was much leaner then simon, so proportionly huge. Simon now felt a little bad for his past partners.

He didn't have much time to dwell on it however because Kyle was kissing him rough and pulling his head back to bare his neck. And he was biting. Jesus Simon didn't think his sergeants teeth were that sharp.

If he was slightly more with it he'd be embarrassed by the noises Kyle was managing to pull from him. The moans whimpers and whines. But he wasn't. All he could think off were the hands roaming his body and the sloppy bites and kisses trailing his body.

Kyles mouth finally reached his destination licking around simons balls and cock before down to his hole.

Simon gave a sharp inhale of breath as he felt the toungue all round his arse. It felt weird and foreign but so so good. He let his head fall back against the cushions.

"Ah shit" Kyle cursed from between his legs. Simon pushed himself up slightly, making a questioning noise.

"Forgot me fucking lube." Kyle grumbled looking up at the taller man. "Hm ... How much experience you have with this? Reckon you could take raw with a lot of prep?"

Simon blinked. "Uhm..well" He trailed off.

Kyle pinched his inner thigh, earning a yelp "Come on, I'm literally about to fuck you. Don't be shy. I'm not gonna think your a slut or something."

"Well... I kinda have never?"

Kyle blinked at him. "You never? You are missing out. I mean in honoured to be your first.. or actually probably not, cause I'm not about to take you no lube your first time"

Simon blinked at the word vomit that just left Kyle's mouth. The concern was sweet. But Simon definitely wasn't planning on stopping tonight. He gestured at his night stand "There's some in there. 'ts in the top drawer"

Kyle wasted no time grabbing it, popping the cap, and dousing his fingers. Simon lay his head back against the pillows. Allowing Kyle to move his legs and hike his body to a good position. Kyle knew more then him he supposed.

The first heavily lubed finger slowly pressing in was an odd feeling. Certainly not horrible, but odd. It burned a little bit didn't outright hurt. If simon had a bit more mind, he'd thank Gaz for the careful watch he had.

Kyle was watching his face, even with half of it still covered, for any full on discomfort. Simon gave a breathy moan as the finger got all the way in. It burned slightly, but the stretch was also pleasant.

Kyle slowly began moving it, reveling in the punched out moans he received. "Yeah. That's it lieutenant. That's it."

Simon froze. He felt like all the air was pushed out of his lungs. But not in the way he had before. It wasn't the feeling like being chucked in a cold pool, dimming any arosal.

No. If anything it amplified it ten fold. His dick was so hard it hurt. His sergeant, finger deep in him, calling him by his title did something to him. Considering the smirk quickly spreading across the others face, he could assume Kyle noticed too.

As the second finger slowly pushed in, Kyle put the new knowledge to use. "You like getting it from your own sergeant, hey lieutenant?"

The moan that spilled from Simons lips was down right sinful. "A-ah~ fuck...garrick!"

Before Simon even knew it, a third and fourth finger had stretched him out as he lay blissed out. Before all four fingers slipped out leaving him weirdly empty.

He didn't even have the brains to stop the frankly pathetic whimper that crawled up his throat. Contrary to what he expected, Kyle gently rubbed a thumb along his cheek. "Shh sweet boy. Relax, didn't want you cumming on my fingers, yeah?"

Sweet boy? Simon was far from sweet. And hardly anyone would be calling a 6'4 lieutenant a boy. But the name made his head swim. It sounded so good off Kyle's lips.

Those lips which were pressed to his as the hard cock slowly pressed against his hole. The stretch was insistent, and a bit uncomfortable, but not painful as Kyle slowly pressed all the way into the hilt.

It was weird and so tight. But so good. And he felt full. Stuffed, he could barely come up with a cohesive thought, the dick inside him touching places he didn't know he had. Let alone that they'd feel pleasurable.

He thought he was moaning and whinging against Kyles lips, but he honestly couldn't be sure. He felt so wound tight. So ready to snap.

When kyle rocked his hips, Simons head fell further back wacking the wall, prompting a giggle from Kyle.

He gently gripped Simons thighs shuffling down the bed "Let's move you away from the wall love".

Simon could just nod dumbly, a cockdrunk smile on his face.

It only took a few thrusts for him to come undone, in what was probably the most intense orgasm of his life. He didn't even register Kyle's pulling out and fishing himself off.

When he came back to it, Kyle had a shit eating grin "Fuck lieutenant. Anyone ever tell you how hot you are like that?"

And just like that Simons blood went right back to his cock.

(Okay so this was the original idea of @laswells-ashtray I asked her for an idea and she delivered with Simon hating being called lieutenant in bed, until Gaz calls him it. Very fun to write. Please if you have any ideas send them to me!)

[ferritins]

Hi! I hope you’re all well :0 <3 May I please request Harvey Specter x reader!

anon I am so, so sorry that this has taken so long! I hope you enjoy it, nonetheless! the title is from Fiona Apple’s Criminal.

notes & content warnings: established relationship, non-descript vehicular accident, graphic description of haematoma bruising, non-sexual nudity. MDNI +18

GOOD DEFENCE (WHAT I NEED) | H. SPECTER

Harvey Specter sweeps into Mount Sinai’s Urgent Care department like a natural disaster in a Kiton suit, Mike hot on his heels and distinctly pale around the edges.

“Harvey! Mike!” You call, cringing as their attention snaps to you, heat-seeking.

As the duty nurse fills them in on your condition, you can feel their eyes pass over you, cataloguing the sling you left arm is in, the way that your trouser leg is sheared up to the hip, the expanding hematoma that creeps around the diameter of your mid thigh, the colour of a smashed cherry.

You can feel the impending fury rolling off of Harvey’s broad shoulders in waves, even as his face remains placid.

“I’m fine, honestly; you didn’t have to come.” You try to placate.

“Fine?” Harvey says, tone dark.

“Fine?!” Mike’s voice overlaps, high and incredulous. “You have a severe thigh haematoma, your collarbone is broken—”

“It’s a green stick fracture.” You protest.

“Oh, because that’s so much better!”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Mike! I was careful, okay? It’s not like I was jaywalking, it was a pedestrian right of way, the guy blew through a red light!”

“Jesus.” Mike says, passing a shaky hand through his hair.

Abruptly, you’re reminded of a late-night office confessional over case files and shitty takeout, the story of how Mike’s parents died.

Guilty nausea sours in your stomach.

Embarrassingly, your eyes sting with the heat of tears, the adrenaline sapping from you in an instant.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice catches on the apology; with that, the matter of your tears escapes your control completely, and they start streaming down your face swift and silent.

“Don’t apologise.” Harvey’s hand slips into your good hand, a silent show of support; you look up at him to find him watching you with an eerie intensity. The eye contact is… flustering, and you look away quickly.

“The freaking out is a me problem, not me trying to place blame. Sorry, this is the last thing you need right now. I’m gonna go hunt down your nurse and see about getting you your paperwork and post-discharge instructions—”

As Mike’s blustery concern washes over you, you glance back up at Harvey to find him still watching you.

You can’t help but feel like you’re stood on the edge of a volcano, like things are about to blow up in your face.

Bar his firm insistence that you accompany him home, Harvey is ominously quiet.

You feel something brewing in the tense silence, entire soliloquies happening in absentia.

Of course, because your day hasn’t been stressful enough, it doesn’t boil over until you’re attempting the feat of undressing for the night with one hand and pain creeping into your hip and knee, completely vulnerable.

As you fumble with the button clasp of your trousers, cursing under your breath, Harvey slips into the room and moves to your side.

His fingers brush yours out of the way and working the clasp undone with infuriating ease before moving to your shirt, unbuttoning it and slipping it from your shoulders with unbearable care.

Harvey goes to his knees, looking up at you through his eyelashes as he unscrews the cap of the arnica gel; you feel winded by the weight of the moment.

Harvey is not a man for whom the concepts of subservience and submission have ever existed outside of the abstract. This is an act that bears monumental weight.

His lips press to the skin just above your knee, unbearably tender; though it’s all you can do not to start sobbing as he smooths the bruise cream over your leg in gentle touches, it’s not from pain.

Neither of you speak until you’re in bed, a cushion under your thigh, another under your shoulder and wearing one of Harvey’s sleep shirts.

Harvey lies on his side, eyes tracing your face like you’re something holy.

“Getting that call scared the hell out of me.” He says, voice blown open like the hull of a shipwreck. “God, I thought—” He breaks off, swallows hard. “You’re never walking to work again, sweetheart. God. Fuck.”

(Months — and many arguments — later, Harvey relents on his moratorium on foot travel with a smile like he can smell blood in the water.

It isn’t until you get into work and Mike lets slip that he and Harvey got the hit-and-run driver’s licence permanently suspended that you put the pieces together.

Much as you shake your head disapprovingly, you can’t help but smile.)

[ad1thi]

stevetony recs you won't see on other rec lists

I've (surprisingly) been reading a lot of stevetony lately, and have come across a couple of gems that i feel are vastly under-appreciated, and wanted to show them some love. Obviously, the title is a misnomer because maybe you have seen these on other rec lists, but it's clickbait okay !! Don't forget to leave kudos and comments, if you like what you've read !!

No Trait As Much As This : @kandisheek-art

Tony gets hit with truth serum. It's a terrible time for everyone.

the year you were mine : @areiton

The night that changes his life forever, Steve is on a date with another man. Or: Steve is a pricy escort and Tony buys him for a year. Neither of them are doing this for love.

Meant : @ardett

What Steve meant when he asked out Tony was very different than what Tony meant when he said yes.

One Last Second Chance : @/Muccamukk

Tony Stark, second newest engineer at Rhodes Labs International, is just trying to rebuild from the ruins of his failed company, vanished fortune, and struggles with alcoholism. His goals include keeping his head down, avoiding stress and convincing Dr. Rhodes to let him build a really cool robot, so why does the universe keep throwing Avengers in his path?

Not just a river in Egypt (Tony is most certainly not in denial) : @lilgideon

"You are most definitely not in love with me, Cap, what you are experiencing is called cabin pressure," Tony explains, because he has a rational train of thought and he's met enough shrinks to have figured out their tactics by now. "And possibly, you know, sexual frustration, because it doesn't matter at all that you're, like, America's national icon, Fury still won't let you out. I know that, I see that, I acknowledge your pain, I feel with you, Cap, believe me, I do. And I get it, because I am a very good-looking fellow and we spend a lot of time together, stuck in this tower, and it's easy to--" "I am," Steve cuts off, equal parts amused and frustrated and concerned. "In love. With you. Tony, I'm in love with you."

then sirens, then bells (the broadcast remix) : @isozyme

“I tire of this,” Amora says, and with a casual gesture the entire team is pinned in place, frozen in mid-air. Steve has the unsettling, half-familiar feeling of someone rifling through his head like it’s a card catalogue. A mind-reader as well as a witch, then. A female voice whispers into his mind’s ear. It’s very tragic in here, dearheart, but I think your armored friend is, somehow, more psychically toxic than even you. What’s wrong with Tony? Steve thinks, but the presence is gone, leaving his memories of war stirred up like flying insects rising off a lake in at dawn.

The Enchantress opens Tony's mind to anyone and everyone near him. Steve knows he should let Tony keep his secrets, but he's not noble enough to stay away

The Twice-Told Tale : @arysteia

For someone he'd hero-worshipped for so long, Steve Rogers in the flesh is a pretty big disappointment. For one thing, he keeps looking at Tony as though he reminds him of someone else, and even if he never says anything, Tony's pretty sure it's his father. A lifetime of not measuring up to Howard's expectations is more than enough, thank you very much, and he's certainly not going to make an effort to live up to any of Steve's. Steve's pretty clearly failed to live up to his expectations, in any case, and that's not hypocritical at all.

i'm going too far (just to have you near) : @/zaynerpaner

“Rhodey, why did you leave me here?” Tony demands. The voice on the other line doesn't sound exactly like Rhodey’s – in fact, it sounds like he’d woken somebody up, which couldn’t be right since Rhodey had been here with him earlier. “Who is this?” the voice speaks again, and – it’s too deep. Rhodey’s voice isn’t that deep. “Rhodey? It’s Tony, m’phone’s dead and I need you to pick me up,” he tries again, frowning as he leans against the bar. “Uh, I think you have the wrong number.” OR the one where Tony drunk calls the wrong number looking for a ride home from the bar, and Steve comes to pick him up.

Living In The Future : @/Closer

Eighteen-year-old Tony Stark is the boy genius who woke Captain America, and now he's stuck with him. That's not a bad thing, but between Steve's wide-eyed wonder at the new world and Tony's little fanboy crush, the awkwardness just keeps happening.

if we ever meet again : @/anonymous

"It’s been two months," Steve says, voice low. "Rhodey- Colonel. It’s been two months.”

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Let’s Start The Day! Version 2. 

Previous Tape:

Riley sticks the tape into the VCR and it begins to play. The tape opens with a glitchy title card saying: “Let’s Start The Day!” Riley sees Wooly in his bedroom, laying in his bed, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. It is completely dark outside. He’s just laying there, in dead silence for a couple minutes.

“I think… I’m gonna get a snack.” he says to himself, getting out of bed. Then he notices us. 

“Oh… um hi there! Morning already?” he says nervously, “I’m Wooly, Let’s start the day!” he gets out of bed. “First… let’s make the bed-” the tape glitches, the book on his nightstand falls on the floor. It’s the same smiley flower book from the library. “Oh!” Wooly notices and picks it up. He stares at the bed for a couple seconds. “I gotta make the bed… I should probably make the bed right?” Riley types in yes. “But I don’t want to make the bed…” he groans. He stands there staring at the bed for a bit longer. “You know what? Who cares! Nobody cares. And when I wake up in the morning I’ll have to do it all over again and again and again and- forget it! I’m not making the bed.” he pouts. He takes his night-cap off his head. “I need to put my nighty-night cap away. Can you tell me where it goes?” Wooly’s room is a bit different from Amanda’s. Next to the nightstand is a dresser, with a photo of him and Amanda on it. Next to that is a chair with a stuffed rabbit in it, and next to that is a small shelf of books and toys. Riley selects the toy shelf. “No… not in there.” he smiles, shaking his head. Then Riley selects the dresser. “You are right… but… I think I’m gonna put it on… the bunny! Haha now it’s Bunny's turn to go to bed!” he laughs. “Are you hungry? I think you’re hungry. Guess what? I am too! Let’s go to the kitchen! Huh? Where’s Amanda… looks like she’s sleeping in. Silly Amanda…” Wooly chuckles, before letting out a big yawn. The tape zooms in on Wooly’s alarm clock, which shows that it’s 2am. Wooly looks extremely embarrassed. 

“Okay you got me… I just couldn’t sleep…” he sighs. “Becaaaaause I was just soooooo excited thinking about what adventure Amanda will come up with today!” The window keeps glitching back and forth between day and night. “Oh? Morning already? I better go make breakfast!” the tape glitches into the kitchen. 

“You know sometimes Amanda and I eat breakfast together… or at least… we used to…” he says sadly. Static starts to appear on the tape but quickly disappears. “Maybe we should make breakfast for Amanda too.” Wooly suggests. “You know, Amanda made breakfast for me once! It was very good! Until… I passed out and woke up in the darkest part of the woods… mmm… What’s that? You think we should prank her back?” Wooly asks. Riley did not say that. “Ooooh. It’s tempting… but no. You should always be nice to your friends and family, even when they aren’t nice to you!” Riley thinks this is a bad message to be teaching kids. “You shouldn’t fight back, you're never gonna win. There’s no point asking for help, no one will listen… no one cares…” red static starts to cover the tape. “Whoopsie! I started thinking some really sad thoughts there. Sorry about that! Heh heh… I hope morning comes soon so we can go on an adventure! You know, doing fun things is a really good way to get your mind off of things that scare you, stress you out, and make you sad! Let’s make some breakfast so when Amanda wakes up we can go on our adventure right away! Let’s make some bacon and toast!” 

Wooly goes over to the cupboard. “Can you grab me some bread? I’m too short to reach…” he says. The options are bread, cereal, and muffins. Riley clicks the muffins. “No these aren’t right.” Then the cereal. “Amanda’s gonna wake up if you don’t hurry.” Then the muffins again. “We can’t put this in the toaster!” he snaps. Now only the bread remains. Riley clicks it. The bread lands in Wooly’s hands. “I don’t know how Amanda puts up with you.” He puts the toast into the toaster and walks over to the fridge. He opens the door and looks inside. “Can you tell me where the bacon is?” But there is no bacon. Riley clicks on the apple juice. “Hmm… Amanda might like that, but she can probably pour her own." Then Riley clicks on some chicken. “That’s not a breakfast food, silly.” he laughs. Then they click on the eggs. “That could go pretty good with the bacon, can you help me find it?” Riley selects the jam. “We’ll need that for the toast… which goes with the bacon we’re gonna cook. Where is it?” Riley clicks on some milk. “Seriously?! Why do you have to mess with us all the time? The bacon is right-” Wooly into the fridge. “There… oh… oh… oh no! We’re out of bacon?! What do we do?” a text box appears and starts typing on its own. Meatman. “No, I don't wanna go there.” Butcher. “I’m not going there.” The tape starts glitching and the butcher shop starts to appear. “WE’RE NOT GOING IN THERE!” Wooly screams. Suddenly he’s back in the kitchen. Wooly starts to hyperventilate a bit. Riley notices some smoke coming from the toaster. 

“Wait… what’s that smell…? Oh no oh no!” Wooly runs over and pulls the toast out of the toaster. “No no no! It’s burnt!” he looks at the ground in defeat. The smoke alarm goes off.  “We’re out of bacon… the toast is burnt… breakfast is ruined… I can’t do anything right…” he takes a bite out of the burnt toast. Riley hears footsteps stomping down some stairs. 

“Wooly- What the heck are you doing?!” Amanda snaps, completely annoyed. Just then, the sprinklers go off. “Ugh! Just great! Now I’m all wet!” 

“Amanda…” Wooly whimpers. 

“Wooly…” Amanda sighs, “what happened? Do I… do I even want to know?”

“I was hungry so I thought I’d make breakfast because the book fell and the sky was having a rave… and the bunny looked so silly in the hat and then we were out of bacon… and the butcher showed up and the toast burnt and I… I… I actually have no idea… am I even making sense?” 

“Yeah no. I’m not even going to begin to try and unpack all that. You need to go to bed. Let’s just dry you off and get you to sleep.” Amanda replies. The alarms and sprinklers suddenly turn off. 

“I don’t need sleep… I need to clean up the kitchen…” Wooly mumbles.

“Come on Wooly.” Amanda sighs. They go into the bathroom and Amanda whips out the hair dryer.

“Hehe this is fun.” Wooly giggles. Amanda rolls her eyes. 

“Alright, all dry. Now go to bed.” 

“But I’m still hungry. Ah… Achoo!” 

“Go. To. Bed.” 

“Okay…” Wooly whimpers and sulks off. Amanda shakes her head. She dries her hair and goes back into the kitchen. 

“What a mess.” Amanda sighs. “Both Wooly and the kitchen.” she looks perplexed for a bit, staring at the kitchen. “It’s not like him to go off script like this...” she notices that Riley is still here. “Oh… I guess I should end the episode huh?” she says then she thinks about it. “Actually, you can help me.” The tape glitches and the kitchen is all clean, the toaster is fixed, and everything is back how it was at the beginning of the episode. “I need to write a list of all the things I need to do. Can you help me?” Riley types in yes. “Thank you!” Amanda pulls out some paper and a pad. 

“Let’s see… I know we need to go shopping.” Amanda looks around the kitchen. “How about this, I’ll tell you what I need and you write it down! Hmm… well we’ll need to get bacon from the butchers… I don’t really like that place but I really like bacon… as long as you’re with us it should be fine! We need apples and peaches from the store… eventually we’ll have to return our library books too…” Amanda lets out a big sigh. “Aww none of this is fun. But… I guess you grownups have to do this all the time right? I kinda like that… it makes me feel like… I could be a grown up too…” Amanda pauses and thinks for a bit. “ We’re probably not going to be able to do it tomorrow if Wooly really is sick… but we’ve got adventures planned out for the rest of this week. I guess it’ll have to wait till next week. Haha… I really feel like an adult now!” she laughs. The tape ends and the credits roll. It glitches straight to:

Amanda the Adventurer 

2001 Hameln Entertainment

Then the jingle plays and the tape falls out. If not for Hameln… Amanda really would be an adult right now. Riley thought.

POV: Wooly wanted a midnight snack but didn't want to admit it.

Next tape:

[narrators-journal]

Contraband for Valentines

Don’t come at me for any impossibilities here, I wrote this with the rest of this backlog, when my wifi was out. I had no way to look stuff up, and kinda just rolled with this idea. I hope you enjoy this scenario and that I didn’t mis-interpret your request somehow!

Getting care packages for holidays or birthdays was a pretty normal thing for people in boot camp. Books, baked goods, preferred self-care products, pictures, other reminders of home were the usual choice for stuff to ship off across the states to loved ones. So, when Stanley Snyder got one on a crisp February afternoon, he wasn’t surprised to find those usual culprits. Soaps, cookies, snuck-in cigarettes, and a suspiciously high number of photos of his childhood best friend Xeno with his parents all packed into a box with a bit of bubble wrap to ensure nothing broke open.

Not that pictures of Xeno with the blonde’s loved ones was abnormal. The egotistical mad scientist all but lived with Stan’s family ever since he was twelve years old, so it didn’t at all surprise the tall man to see that he also spent his college breaks with his parents. Though, the white-haired man wasn’t a fan of having his picture taken, so what was a bit odd, was just how many pictures Stan’s parents had collected to send that were just Xeno, or at least included him.

At least, until Stanley sat on the edge of his bunk and dug around until he found the envelope of letters at the bottom of the box, pinned beneath the store bought cookies. One from his parents, explaining how they missed him, loved him and were concerned for his safety. The other was from his childhood friend.

Dear Stanley,

It began in crisp, practiced cursive,

As you know, I’m in my second year of college and things are going well. People always complain about the stress of how much confusing homework we’re given, but I don’t fall into that laziness. The homework isn’t hard, let alone an insane amount. But, this letter isn’t for my complaints, I sent that letter a week ago.

That made Stanley laugh quietly to himself. He had, in fact, sent a three page essay to inform the blonde about all of the failings the scientist could find in his school, his teacher, or his classmates. Which, had earned Xeno the lovingly mean title of ‘Stan’s wife’ amongst the tall blonde’s comrades.

Instead, I’ve used this care package as a way to send a bit of a challenge to you. After all, we can’t have your few braincells being crushed by all of the muscles that the military demands. So, within the box is some ingredients for a fun kiddie science experiment. With any luck you can still put it together.

Your best friend, Xeno Houston Wingfield.

As soon as the blonde’s eyes read over the line about the ‘science experiment’, he was on edge. Xeno was very much the type to send him some noxious combination to create a rancid stink bomb or corrosive acid. While Stan had absolutely no idea how his friend could get chemicals and bases into his boot camp, the white-haired man had the intelligence to find a way.

So, he put the letter aside and began to dig through the box again. Shampoo, conditioner, a thing of body wash, the cookies, the envelope, those cigarettes he was sure Xeno or his mother hid amongst the other stuff, and nothing else. No sign of a secondary layer at the bottom of the box, nor packets of powder taped where the bottom flaps overlapped. It wasn’t until he shook the shampoo bottle and realized that it was far too watery for the brand the bottle said. Seriously, how did that slip past the mail people? This brand’s too popular for this to get chemicals into boot camp. Stan thought as he unscrewed the cap and tentatively sniffed it. Only to get sucker punched by the strong scent of alcohol as a reward.

So, he quickly checked the conditioner and body wash in a flash. Sure enough, the conditioner was another type of alcohol, and the body wash was a flavored syrup. Xeno had sent him a damned alcoholic drink kit and called it a ‘science experiment.’ And all the blonde could do about it was shake his head with a small smile on his lips and put the bottles back into the box for later. I’ll give this to him at least, it’s definitely something I’ll enjoy doing.

[nights-at-crystarium]

Fragments - episodes 23-26 author notes

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

Obligatory ShB spoiler warning.

The general status quo hasn't changed since Vivi's arrival to the First: he still doesn't feel any land under his feet, Exarch still doesn't inspire trust, although there's no reason to distrust him either. Vivi isn't in a rush to meet the Scions because usually their perspectives don't help him at all. Hence he fucks around in the Crystarium instead of doing the msq.

You can hear the sound of Exarch failing the dating sim once again.

Talking about a mystel. Bumping into a mystel. They could get run over by a stampede of cats at this point and Vivi would still think this guy's probably a hume. He genuinely has No Idea. Had he had an idea, he would be actually more tactful. Maybe.

Me: no graphic violence Also me: murder onscreen

I hope the reference to episode 11 is clear, but here's a refresher: that's what ARRRaha is mostly remembered as. For multiple reasons. Mostly for magically killing himself and giving Vivi some mild stress and an even milder blow to his ego.

Exarch's fate was to choke on his coffee there and then, he kept his composure by a miracle no less. Vivi doesn't know the meaning of what he just blurted out, he simply rolls the letters in his mouth, still struggling to remember "G'raha".

HE MANAGED! The embodiment of intelligence.

Vivi reflects on the events of previous episodes and the dangers of the fae folk, and decides to do a massive handwave at that. He's walking a fine line, but he legit doesn't care.

Canon emoji user 🖤

Exarch has a hate-hate relationship with sleep, however, when he feels like unwinding or resetting his mind, he turns to memories of moments when he felt safe enough to drift away.

He must've felt the most warm and human when the young Lyna stayed with him all the time.

I sat on this self-contained story for a year. Officially the most wholesome episode ever. There's a bit of One Piece influence, if you remember Nami's backstory. Gen-san wore a pinwheel on his cap to appear less scary to the little Nami, and cheer her up.

Someone read this as "crap glue", which brings me infinitely more joy than my original "craft glue" x'D

There's a super subtle smile. He knows. He probably sensed Lyna approaching him, but remained still to see where this goes.

Back to the present, where they refer to each other by titles.

He's g'oogling.

G'oogle results: 1 fae, 1 slacking idiot.

Exarch isn't just jealous or yearning, he's also kindaaaaa in the middle of his grand plan, yet his hero isn't keen of jumping into action? And he doesn't know how to confront him about that. Luckily, Urianger also happens to be in Il Mheg.

Vivi smacks a like on Urianger's outfit. Rated S for peak sluttiness.

Nobody talks about Feo Ul's snot bubble so I will x'D

Urianger doesn't wanna leave his comfy place for an adventure, he visually demonstrates that while telling a polite lie, trusting Vivi to interpret that as intended.

They have a special vibe of quiet, maskless understanding, even if they don't interact much. They've got nothing to butt heads over. Vivi's fond of people who don't "fit in" and go against the grain. Being smart and observant as he is, Urianger knows that Vivi's rather hopeless, and doesn't waste his energy on trying to debate, direct, or, gods forbid, fix him.

Just a closeup because he looks cute here :> To keep your expectations grounded, though: this's one of the veeeeeery few Urianger episodes. He has little overall "screentime". This comic isn't trying to be a fanservice for every character, even if I personally like them. Gotta keep things focused.

This one's kinda important: Vivi acknowledges how nice and quiet it feels (in the moment? In Il Mheg? On the First?), but the realization doesn't fully bloom in his mind yet.

"Mmyeah there are definitely better cracks to ponder out there".

Another closeup because *clutches at heart*

Two things: his own, genuine excitement to reunite with fren, followed by self-reminder that she's no fren and that he has to maintain distance (Vivi who are you trying to fool you're bad at this).

Also mirroring. He sees Alisaie's face and drops his own.

You peek inside Alisaie's brain and find a coin loudly rolling around, one side says "omg it's HIM!!!!!", the other "beat this mf up". Why? Because she can. And probably because the word of Vivi's arrival had already reached her. He spent a good week doing nothing in the Crystarium (and even Il Mheg) instead of rushing to meet her.

The new tumblr post editor (that wasn't forced on me until ~2 months ago) won't let me add anymore pics. I was thinking of making meatier but less frequent posts of this type, because they'll massively add up over time. Imagine a new reader looking at 300 episodes and 100 recaps. I'd feel overwhelmed. But I guess I'm left with no choice but to keep these recaps relatively short and frequent.

Anyway! Thanks for reading!!!!! I'm blessed to have people invested enough to interact with my work on this level.

[transparentlyfallingasleep]

7. How do you choose which POV to write from? (Especially for starbucks)

25. What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

aw wow! People never ask me questions on here.

let’s see number 7. Honestly I tried to come up with a better answer than this but it’s just the vibe of the thing. The first story was really just a response to “Clint Barton shows up 15 minutes late with Starbucks” insert Troy with the pizza meme that was out in the ether post his absence in Winter Soldier. I decided to try making myself write from Natasha’s perspective after the Clint heaviness in marketplace etc but in the Starbucks sequel I just wanted to imagine/ write down the Robert Downey jr voice in my head reacting to spy kid 3D. And then they all joined in. Clint’s voice is my most comfortable place to be Natasha, Cap, Maria, Jarvis the least but I think that’s because being that fucking competent seems heptapod level alien.

25: I wish people read unfinished business more… it was my first story in the marvel space and my second fanfic ever. And I still kinda like imagining it’s running in the background of the avengers… and it could have too if not for that pesky Joss Whedon. I also I’m proud of my Game of thrones fic. It was an attempt to self sooth and I think it turned out rather well all things considered.

26. I’m not sure I do wild rides I’m definitely not much of a plot writer. I tend to focus on small intimate character moments. Probably because I suck even more at the other stuff, possibly because being a speech pathologist I’m better at getting voices of characters ‘right’ than I am at making things happen. But I am proud at how I salvaged age of ultron for the rewriting in Market Place and how much I was able to reuse, reduce, recycle might be surprising to readers.

39. So my clinic shut down suddenly in September. If you are Australian I will just say this about it. The NDIS and in particular the Government have been making it harder and harder to work as a paediatric disability clinician and hell bent on telling our clients that it’s because we are rorting the system. I didn’t want my clients to loose their therapeutic alliance and a speechie that has known them most of their lives so I started my own sole trading. It’s long hours, crazy stress and I don’t even know if I will be able to afford the audit come 2025 but for now my kiddos are safe and getting therapy. All the govt has managed to do is privatise the old block grant system and lie about choice and control and that’s all I have to say about that. As a result I’ve got no real WIPs but I have this… you can see that I write dialogue first.

If you’ve come to tell me I’ve besmirched my honour, that the castle is in an uproar… I care not. 

Your grace. 

Ser Davos I am no princess. 

The laws of the realm say

So Tyrion Lannister crowns my brother and frees the north for my sister and now I am smothered by titles? I knew I should have killed that-

Id never really thought about it like that Milady. Allow an old man a small courtesy? I accepted my title for services to Stannis Baratheon. Plenty of times I thought better of it but I did it for those who came after me. Lord Gendry well he doesn’t say, quiet sort that he is -

Surly 

As you say, but i think I’m right in saying he had similar thoughts. I don’t think either of us thought that there might be others on the other side of it. Born to the titles and the power and wanting none of it, wanting to be rid of it. 

He is a good lad lady Arya. Give him longer. He can’t stay this angry for long. 

I can’t stay ser Davos

Forgive me but I’ve lived longer on decking than I have on dry land or had till your brother made me hand. The tides they come again. Like circles they are. Why not tarry even if he’s determined to make himself unpleasant. 

He doesn’t have to put effort into that. He’s had it mastered for years. You are married Ser, children? 

Aye My Lady

[ryuichirou]

Replies

One serious one and a bunch of kind of silly shorter ones.

Anonymous asked:

Hi!  I hope you don't mind me asking this but I had a question about fandom stuff since this is my first time in an active fandom.  Almost every time there's fanworks, mostly fanart, of the TWST first and seconds years in sexual positions/sexualized, there's a lot of people dramatically freaking out because they're "minors/16/17!" and "you're not allowed to do that/it's illegal so stop that!" (Sometimes in all caps too). Are these people common in fandoms with younger casts?  Sorry for sounding anxious, I just keep running into people like this and anti-shippers and they really bring my mood down...

Hi Anon! Sure, I don’t mind talking about fandom stuff.

I think it’s not a matter of titles having younger casts, but a matter of fandoms having younger people in them. There are some shows that aren’t very popular/have fandoms that mostly consist of people that are older than 25, and you’d see less of this type of attitude there. Like, drastically less. I don’t think there are a lot of people complaining about characters of Prince of Tennis being 14-16 year olds, for example.

But if a show is popular with teens or younger people in general, chances are, there are going to be quite a number of antis. For example, SK8 got a big chunk of its popularity on tiktok and boy is it obvious lol

I want to stress that this doesn’t mean that all the anti-shippers are young: this absolutely isn’t the case, and unfortunately a lot of pretty much adult people participate in harassment, write call-outs and do this type of crap in general. Also obviously, not every teenager is an anti (not that it matters to us of course, all of our blogs are 18+ so the majority of teens shouldn’t even be here).

So yeah. I think of it as a subculture, albeit a very aggressive one. There are people who are legitimately uncomfortable with this type of content, but I’m pretty sure the majority of antis just love using their non-existent high moral ground to harass and try to control people and their art. They either don’t understand the magnitude of their actions or don’t care if they hurt real people over fictional minors.

I am very sorry that you stumble upon this type of people and that they make you feel bad. I always say this, but: block everyone. Even if a person is just mildly uncomfortable to you or you don’t like their vibes, block them just so you see less of this type of stuff.

Your art and any art that you enjoy doesn’t hurt anyone as long as people are being responsible about posting and interacting with it. So absolutely don’t feel like you’re doing something wrong just because someone doesn’t understand how fiction works. I hope this type of crap disappears as soon as fandoms become less popular, like they’ve been before things got out of hand. Some people should’ve never been here in the first place – sorry for gate-keeping, but they don’t get it and don’t care about getting it or at least being respectful to others, so why should we be better people.

Anonymous asked:

Idia: Yay, crotch view!

(related to our Lilidia drawing from yesterday hehe)

Lucky boy! Got to see Heavens right before his demise…

Anonymous asked:

What do you think about Neige x Epel?

Replied! Also talked about them a bit in this reply + some other replies that I can’t find…

Anonymous asked:

thoughts on liliaxepel?

Definitely replied before, but I can’t find that reply, so: they’re cute, gotta love two short feisty cuties together; we really liked that one vignette in which Lilia shows Epel that you don’t have to be tall or big to be scary and strong. It teases a very interesting potential dynamic both in a shippy and in a platonic sense: Epel has a lot to learn from Lilia, and it would be fun if they interacted more often.

It isn’t a ship that we’re massively passionate about, but they’re fun together! Could be very hot.

[hapuriainen]

Hapuriainen's animation, comics & Games from 2024

Anime: Delicious in Dungeon, One Piece Fan Letter

The magical girl stuff: Wonderful Precure!, Heartcatch Precure!, Precure movies, Märchen Mädchen, Sasaki & Peeps, MahoAko, MahoAku, MahoNare, Acro Trip, Magilumiere, Samurai Flamenco

Manga: Shangri-la Frontier, Pokemon Adventures, How Do We Relationship, Vinland Saga, A Sign of Affection, Maison Ikkoku, Girls Last Tour, A Sinner of the Deep Sea, Go with the Clouds North-by-Northwest, Enidewi, Is Reiroukan still alive?, A Kingdom of Quartz

Continuing: One Piece, Undead Unluck, My Hero Academia (end), Spy x Family, Frieren, Witch Hat Atelier.

The magical girl stuff: Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Card, Shugo Chara Dream Joker, Magical Girl Dandelion, Mermaid Melody Aqua, Champignon Witch, Pretty Guardian Stress, Who Said Blues had to be Cool

Games: Zelda games (Adventure of Link, Majora's Mask, Four Swords, Four Swords Adventures, Minish Cap, Spirit Tracks, A Link between Worlds, Echoes of Wisdom), Pokemon Scarlet DLC, Animal Crossing New Horizons DLC, Ghost Trick. Unfinished: Some Pokemon BW2, Overcooked, Super Mario Wonder.

Movies: Elemental, Spy x Family Code White

Overall I think I watched very little animation that wasn't magical girls, and those have been extensively documented on the other blog. Dunmeshi and the second half of Frieren the only non-mahou anime I can remember, and I meant to watch many of the newer Disney, Pixar and Dreamworks movies but keep missing the chance and haven't even seen Wish yet. Hopefully next year will be better on this front, I do like magical girls but it's nice to branch out too.

The manga side had a bit more variation. I finished/caught up with several titles that were in the Humble Bundle set of award winning manga, but there's still plenty left. Vinland Saga is really good and I'm sad to see it go now that it's clearly about to end, Shangri-la is shallow as a puddle but good fun, and Sign of Affection is ok I guess but a bit bland. I also read a bunch of Harta/adjacent manga this year for the art and vibes.

Then I surprisingly started reading Pokemon Adventures, because I simply need to meet the manga version of Scarlet. I started from the beginning though and haven't even made it out of the Ruby/Sapphire arc yet so it's still a long way. So far I've been really happy with the writing of the female characters, but I hear the quality drops on that front after Platinum which makes me worried.

This year I've been quite the gamer because I played something other than one of the big Nintendo franchises I've been playing for years. Which is Ghost Trick and Overcooked, both of which were great. Mario Wonder is still in progress, it's a fun game but doesn't exactly have a gripping narrative, but I'll finish it for Daisy. Next year looks promising for game variety too since I bought a bunch of games from the Switch e-shop sale (and already finished Gris but that was in 2025).

For Pokemon I unexpectedly became a total hardcore player and voluntarily gave Protect to more than one mon. Ultimately getting into the competitive aspect is way too much upfront work with team building, but I feel I gained a lot of appreciation of the franchise in how there's some really complex mechanics under that kid friendly gameplay. And then I even got into the gotta catch 'em all aspect when I finally downloaded Pokemon Home and started filling my Dex, but that project is on pause right now since there's just no way I'll be able to get some of the rare/version exclusive mons. Also I found 3 shinies in like a week which still baffles me.

Best work: Echoes of Wisdom

Best music: Eow final boss final phase

Best visuals: One Piece Fan Letter, EniDewi

Best character design: Delicious in Dungeon in general

Best OP: Magilumiere (for the song)

Best ED: Samurai Flamenco ed1 is the one I most often didn't skip so I guess it wins, no real standouts this year

Biggest WTF: All those shinies in Pokemon. Also Mikau's death (in Majora's Mask) was really funny. The reveal of the painting in Ghost Trick was a great twist.

Best Girl: EoW Zelda, PokeSpe Sapphire for runner up

Best Boy: Thorfinn (Vinland Saga), Sissel (Ghost Trick) for second place

Best Side Girl: Hilda (a Link between Worlds)

Best Side Boy: Kieran, and also my Skeledirge! (Pokemon Scarlet)

Worst Girl: Lukia from Mermaid Melody Aqua

Worst Boy: This goes to Mermaid Melody Aqua too, forget his name but he sucks

Worst Side Girl: the other magical girl from MahoAku had a cute design but character wise was pretty worthless

Worst Side Boy: the one note big corporation boss from Magilumiere, those blue armoured freaks from Zelda 2 (assuming they're male)

Best romance: Elemental was ok, or alternatively SatoIro from Wonderful Precure

Best non-romantic relationship: I like what they did with EoW Link and Zelda but I'm not sure if I ship them

Worst romance: Lukia's drama from Mermaid Melody Aqua

Worst non-romantic relationship:

Plans for 2025:

Maybe it'll finally be the year of NGE? I should start keeping track of how many years I've been saying I'll watch Eva at some point…

Some anime that is not magical girls

Finish the backlog Precure seasons

Finish the backlog Zelda games

Wish, Inside Out 2, Wild Robot, Moana 2

The stuff from the Switch e shop sale

[bornangelauthor]

Feeling Like a Burden Again...

TLDR: I'm feeling bad for not contributing more to my household, please go buy my books and tell your friends about them. (art and info at the end)

Long Version: To preface, there is nothing anyone has done to make me feel this way. It's just my brain being a brat.

When you're the spouse who suffers with chronic pain and a chronic illness THEN you get seriously hurt, like possible caste or surgery injury, it's hard not to feel that way.

~ I have Hashimoto's Disease (Hashimoto's thyroiditis) which is where the immune system attacks the thyroid for not doing it's job in turn causing an autoimmune disorder.

~ I have knee-cap degradation in my right knee, which I get bi-annual injections to keep from getting worse. They also keep mentioning a possible knee-cap replacement, but haven't decided to do it.

~ I also suffer from Migraines, after several concussions, which are triggered by weather, lack of sleep, stress, some headphones, perfumes, the devil's lettuce (cause I'm mildly allergic), and so many other things.

~ And to top it off, because of my thyroid (and bad genes) I have PCOS and have a cycle that is so far from normal that I must take medication to make them happen.

All of that leads me to having many "bad" days, and not as many good ones. I put on a brave face and handle all the household and author stuff as best I can, but it is a constant struggle. To combat the depression that comes from that and the sheer amount of ick that's going on in my flesh prison, I write and I create art for my writing (sometimes taking commissions). I have published 9 books with the 10th out for preorder and ARC signups too... But sales have been slim to none for the last few months, which leaves me feeling like a burden.

Why? Because my migraine meds alone (which I have to pick up tomorrow) are $90.85 USD (UPDATE: just got a text saying they'd only be $6, thank God!), on top of everything else I spend on my books (like ads, proof copies, editing, etc.) and doctor's visits ranging from $15-$50 a visit. It leaves me feeling like a leech and a burden.

Why put this out on the Internet? Because there is something you can do. If you like Urban Fantasy, Crime Noir, or Paranormal Romance Books, you can read my books. They're available through Amazon (Not KU... yet), iBooks, Barnes & Noble, Everand, Fable, Hoopla, Kobo, Libby, Overdrive, Smashwords, Tolino, & More!

Mortal Instrumets X Lucifer X Buffy X Supernatural A Brief Sum Up: The Saga:

The Born Angel Universe is an Urban Fantasy Saga about Angels and Demons who live semi-harmoniously among humans. It’s a combination of Nephilim, Angels, and other preternatural nasties that live in the mortal world and are policed by the Preternatural and Mythical Creatures agency which is run by a Council of Nephilim (these ones are called Angekæ in this AU). It consists of 2 series. The Kalista Chronicles and the Created Angel Chronicles/Novels.

The Kalista Chronicles (Left side of pic):

Follows the Daughter of the Devil and prophesied next Judge (head) of the Council as she goes from teenage outsider who just wants to make her parents proud to (eventually) Judge of the Council. She is stereotyped, mistreated, and schemed against by a Fallen Angel, someone her dad once held as a brother. This starts her journey. There are 5 books in this series, with a sixth coming in October PLUS an Omnibus titled “The Devil’s Daughter” releasing in June exclusively to KU!

The Created Angel Chronicles/Novels (Right side of pic):

This follows Angels on a quest to root out the Underworld, the preternatural Mafia, and the Triumvirate of Evil (3 corrupt angels) who run it. Each book follows a different Angel as the “torch” if you will gets passed to them. This is the Created Angel Chronicles/Novels. There are 4 books out and the 5th dropping in April, (Arc signups are open!)

I've rambled on enough, Thank you for reading, enjoy some art from the books: (All art made by me in DAZ Studio)

[blurryfce300]

i had several thoughts while driving so here those are:

blurryface and ned’s connection

this started with me noticing a weird pattern in my blurry glasses (official merch btw) and it reminded me of another character, ned. it looks like green and purple waves or almøst glitchy? anyways it reminded me of what we saw ned’s vision look like in chlorine.

(legitimately the only place i could see the pattern was in a bathroom stall i have no idea why)

ned’s vision is blurred arøund the edges, which isn’t all that interesting but what is intriguing is how ned’s vision has a chromatic abberation filter on it (its kinda glitchy.) blurry’s glasses even løøk like ned’s eyes, or i guess ned’s eyes look like blurry’s glasses, with the white rim and huge black circular lenses.

visual similarities aside, ned and blurry have deeper ties to one anøther. firstly, what they were born out øf.

blurryface is a being created as a physical manifestation of things such as depression, anxiety, self-døubt, negativity, and møst importantly to this discussion, insecurities. the areas øf blurry that are painted black have meaning, and his hands specifically are representative of the insecurity related to things that tyler creates. ned on the øther hand is a being made to represent creativity and the ups and downs of the creative process. ned stands for neuro expansion device, too.

blurry and ned are created from the same things, but from opposite ends of the spectrum when it cømes to those things.

lore-wise, they’ve got søme connections tøø. there are nine bishops and nine neds. we’ve seen 8 of them, with keons holding the antlers of the ninth one. with keons’ death, there are 8 bishops too. however, with the disappearance of the ned who gave tyler his antlers in the outside, there’s once again øne fewer ned than bishøp. but initially, there were an even amount øf neds and bishops.

bøth blurry and ned have somewhat similar writing/typing styles, with blurry’s all caps and weird spacing and ned’s all caps writing and incorrect spelling/missing letters.

they were also introduced in similar ways. we met one first (one singular blurryface entity in his era and one ned in chlorine) and then were introduced to eight more in the following era (the nine bishops in trench and the øther eight neds in the outside.)

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this is where i get into more theory-ish territory. we never see blurry use antlers to control anyone. now maybe they just hadn’t created ned or laid out the specifics of psychokinesis at that point, or maybe blurry døesn’t need the antlers to use psychokinesis. maybe that’s just sømething he can do naturally without any help. the bishops need the antlers. they cannot use psychokinesis on their own.

given the connections blurry and ned have, is it possible that they came from the same place? or that they were once part of the same being? when trench was created, and when blurry was put into that world and split, was he split even further than i had previously thought? was he not just split into nine bishops who hold the title of blurryface and represent the same things he døes, but also split to create nine neds?

or were the neds created as a respønse to blurry’s split into the bishops, taking some of his abilities (namely his ability to use psychokinesis without antlers) and giving them to a new type øf entity to keep the power out of their hands? this clearly didn’t wørk as intended, and wøuld that be yet anøther instance of a bishop or the bishops as a whole trying to regain sømething they lost from when they were blurryface?

(the first instance being nico calling himself blurryface i made a whole post about that already so tldr nico wants to høld øntø the past by using the name blurryface because thats what his song, stressed øut, is abøut)

[riacte]

rria . ria dont convert the timestamp of receiving this ask to est but i finished false episodes and i get it i understand the devotion and the homies and the protectiveness hoyljjy fuck save me 🦅🐕save me. beware of dog reapers watch out rendogss about false false false you won💥💥💥😺💥💥💥💥💥💥

RIGHT. THEY ARE SO SWEET IT MAKES ME WANT TO EXPLODE.

When I was watching the first part I was like ohhh she sounds SO soggy when he’s not talking to her. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this soggy. And then it was slowly building and oh we’re really in it now.

BUT THE REUNION SCENE IS SO!!!!!! They’re so happy for each other 😭😭😭 False saying he deserves the win even though it’s her who won 😭😭 Ren coming in like YOU WON!! YOU WON!! :DDDDD

And I was already screaming and dying. But you can really tell how fond they are of each other. And False being more excited for the cool hat than the Demise prize and he literally promised to give it to her tomorrow when things had calmed down— and she won!! All the dots are connected.

And the end. MAN. “Watch out, Rendog is about” in all caps. Her putting his name and head on her build. And the giggle before the cut. And I’m left sitting here like OKAY THAT JUST HAPPENED. WOW.

I feel slightly insane because it’s like …??? It’s so obvious how core and special their friendship is to both of their contents on HC. Take a quick scroll through their thumbnails and they pop up every now and then. All the collabs. AND STANDING NEXT TO EACH OTHER IN GROUP RECORDINGS (this always happens). We even have major standout events like Blue9 and BRR and S6 neighbours. And now Demise because DUDE. THAT WAS CRAZY.

And still Tumblr (and both of their Twitch chats) seems to be the only site in which people majorly care about their bond? Does that make sense. Tumblrinas screaming and crying and filling up the main tags. Actually Twitch chat is the mvp here because I feel like every single stream of theirs has a mention of the other and chat is like :DDD we love you and the other person :DD. They’re invisible on blue bird site and THANK GOD and STAY AWAY. Orange app is a bit better bc at least the Mc Championship guys recognise them but you know when there was a post back in HC Reddit then asking for “underrated” duos and we had to post FalseRen because other people weren’t. Are they underrated? Do other people think they’re popular. Like Ren isn’t usually paired with False in fanon but I think most people have the awareness to include bits about their friendship? But still? I would’ve expected more… why aren’t they more popular like some other duos even after the five million obvious / dramatic / cute / wholesome stuff 😭 Ren’s favouritism gets worse every time I check in 😭

(I know. It’s because fandoms tend to like same gender pairs. But it does notttt explain why everyone happily pairs up Stress+Iskall and Joe+Cleo and it’s all recognised and these two are like …? oh yeah they’re friends. Right. They’re friends.)

Anyways this got long. That vid makes me soooo happy and it’s sooo good. I know Ren is probably going to make his next ep thumbnail his really cute hut but if False is also on there or it’s titled after something like “WE DID IT FALSE” I would further explode into millions of pieces. 🥺

[peace-coast-island]

Diary of a Junebug

A light shower of spring rain for the sprigs of lavender lotuses and night sorrel

The Misty Range Woodlands is a planet, though many see it as a giant greenhouse - and they’re not wrong. It’s home to all kinds of rare and unusual plants that seem to only exist here, and so great care is taken to ensure that they remain as bountiful as ever.

Not surprisingly, it’s one of those places where you have to make reservations far in advance in order to visit. Thankfully, I have connections, so we got a good deal on one of their resorts thanks to the Epiphany since they’re here on a mission. What I didn’t expect was to also run into Jamie, Aislinn, and the Linnea squad, so that was nice. Jamie had been hoping to meet up with the Epiphany crew, especially since she hadn’t met Meiying and Hongxia in person yet.

As for why we’re all here, it’s to take a hands-on class on how to take care of lavender lotuses and night sorrel. Not too long ago, those two plants have been discovered outside of the Misty Range Woodlands, most which are native to those areas but were considered unknown until recently. And it turns out that there’s some growing near the camp, which is a pretty big deal.

Even if it wasn’t required, I still would’ve signed up for this class out of curiosity if someone suggested it to me. I think it’s fun to take random classes to learn something new without the pressure of having to be good or worry about grades - sometimes you’re just curious and want to try something out because it looks interesting.

Who knows, maybe you’ll find yourself enjoying the experience far more than you expected, which then leads you to wanting to take a deeper dive into it. That’s how I got into things like mechanical keyboard building, which I knew nothing about until I got one of my own and wanted to customize it after seeing a bunch of pretty and aesthetic pics on social media. Sometimes you just see something that looks pretty and you’re like I want that.

But really, making your workspace pretty while still functional helps a lot with your productivity. I mean, who wouldn’t want a nice looking desk that sparks joy when you look at it? Why must everything look so plain under the guise of professionalism? What’s wrong with having some color or design to show a bit of personality and make things a bit more visually interesting?

Maybe it’s just me, but having a mechanical keyboard makes me more motivated to get work done. They’re just so satisfying to type with, especially with the right key caps that look and sound nice - basically, it’s a sensory thing. A flat keyboard just doesn’t hit the same anymore.

Anyway, so learning about lavender lotuses and night sorrel’s kinda like that in terms of starting out with little to no knowledge about it, to now wanting to take a deep dive after learning a bit about the basics. I’m no plant expert by any means - I know a lot of people who deserve that title far more, though expert doesn’t begin to scratch the surface of their expertise - but I have picked up a lot of interesting tidbits over the years.

It helps to know someone who’s not only well versed, but also passionate about the subject. I find that they’re the ones who are more than happy to talk about it, teach about it, and just share their enthusiasm in general. Meiying and Nabil are two plant experts - though for very different reasons/fields - who easily fall into that category, so it’s no surprise that people often turn to them for advice.

In fact, Meiying was invited as a guest lecturer for this course since night sorrel - and moon sorrel, which is kinda related/under the same plant family - is native to Qiangshou. Both are used for its medicinal qualities related to improving sleep and reducing headaches induced by stress and anxiety. Along with having studied the plants extensively, Meiying also has firsthand experience on the medicinal effects. Over there, they use it in herbal teas, usually one whole sprig if taken before bed, or a handful of petals if taken for headaches.

Now that I think about it, I do remember seeing some night sorrel growing along the Crimson Maple River - she even pointed it out to us along with a million other unique plants that grow there. There were even a few sprigs hanging on one of the windows of her place, probably something they usually have on hand when needed.

So that was fun learning about, as well as a much needed break from an informative, though just as interesting, series of classes. Plus, Meiying’s good at explaining things as well as keeping the audience engaged, even when she sometimes goes off tangents, which I think adds to the charm.

Even though she never intended to be a lecturer, people back at home just assumed she’d be good at it because she knows so much about topics that most would consider niche - not to mention how clearly and thoroughly she explains things. Her first go at teaching a class kinda came out of nowhere - personal recommendations, one which happened to come from Hongxia’s sister-in-law.

What was the subject? Sex education. Because a lot of adults are lacking in that, which isn’t really surprising. Why Meiying specifically? Because she gets quite a few customers who are looking for some natural or herbal thing to increase their sex drive. Also, on the opposite end with people trying to suppress their sex drive, and maybe even induce abortions. Then there’s some who think they can treat STDs without having to see a doctor, probably because they’re ashamed and assume they can hide it.

Being an apothecary sure brings a lot of unusual cases, so it’s no wonder that Meiying picked up on a lot of different things. Although her official title’s an apothecary, people have referred to her as a detective, medical assistant, IT person, secretary, pharmacist, teacher, botanist, consultant, just to name a few. Still, even though she’s considered a jack of all trades, she considers herself first and foremost an apothecary, someone who just happens to be fascinated with medicine - not just in terms of treating an ailment, but also the process of making it and the pharmacology behind it.

Seeing Aislinn again was a nice surprise - same for the Linnea Squad too. Aislinn and Jamie are here to visit a friend and the Linnea Squad tagged along at almost the last minute. Basically, there’s shot going down with Linnea’s family, so Jamie’s taking them under her wing again until that drama dies down. Linnea already blocked at least 20 calls since we got here, which is a lot. Like, don’t they have anything better to do than to harass someone who’s not even involved?

She already made her stance clear by standing up against them and she absolutely doesn’t regret her decision. The other members - Florina, Nash, and Shirin - stood with her in solidarity, not just because she’s their leader, but because they had their own reasons for becoming disillusioned with the International Sanguine Watchdogs Army. Many have accused them of biting the hands that fed them, especially since they’re the reason why they’re still alive today, but that’s obviously their way of saving face.

In short, it’s a fucking mess that they’re lucky to get out of relatively unscathed, mainly because Linnea has one sympathetic family member who was willing to put their neck out for them. Linnea’s able to keep in contact with him, which is how she got the heads up about the current situation. She doesn’t know too much about the specifics other than it’s another one of those things that kept being swept under the rug until it piles up and now it’s blowing up in their faces. The older she got, the more she noticed that stuff like that was a regular occurrence, which is very problematic.

However, she did learn something that might be a bit of hopeful news from her adoptive brother Lauge regarding someone the squad assumed was dead. The squad broke ties with the International Sanguine Watchdogs Army for various reasons, and the annihilation - yes, that’s the word they used - of their comrade Altti’s squad along with countless others proved to be the last straw. Linnea and Altti were assigned to work together on an ill fated mission, resulting in him being the only survivor of a failed retreat.

The Linnea Squad barely escaped themselves, and Altti would’ve been killed too if Jet hadn’t insisted on saving him. By then, Linnea and Florina had grown fed up with the higher ups and their questionable decisions. Sure, things can get unpredictable and go from 0 to 100 in the blink of an eye, but straight up sacrificing your own people just to send a message and then playing them up to be martyrs is taking things way too far.

Like, damn, it’s basically an extreme case of if I can’t have this, then no one can. It’s like someone throwing a fit when they lose a game, except instead of flipping the game board, they just bombed the hell out of it. Then they declare it a victory because everyone’s dead, therefore, no one can object. No wonder Linnea and the others bailed out - I too would be like fuck this shit, I’m out, bye.

So for a time, Altti accompanied the Linnea Squad. He initially butted heads with them, mainly because he was older and wasn’t too happy with having to work with a bunch of kids, especially two who technically outranked him. Jet was the one who managed to get him and his squad to cooperate and see them as equals. When the higher ups brushed the tragedy aside like some cold statistic, the Linnea Squad stood in solidarity with Altti when he protested against their indifference. They didn’t expect a domino effect to follow afterwards, though they now know that it was bound to happen eventually.

Then in the span of a few weeks, the Linnea Squad lost three comrades - Altti, Jet, and Gabe. However, Altti didn’t walk out like the other two, and his status remains unknown, but presumed dead. Linnea was warned by her brother that the Sanguine Watchdogs was planning to seize the entire Sanguine Jurisdiction, which meant that the squad had to flee the country if they want to survive. For context, the main city is right in the center, so the closest border is about a 6 hour drive - even longer and more treacherous when you’re most likely traveling on foot most of the time, as well as trying to evade the military.

They were almost at the border when disaster struck, forcing the squad to split up in order to improve their chances of escaping. Linnea and Florina went north, Jet and Gabe east, Altti, Nash, and Shirin west. The westbound group was caught in a crossfire when riots broke out in the surrounding cities, forcing the higher ups to resort to extreme measures similar to what happened with Altti’s squad.

Nash and Shirin got separated and they barely escaped thanks to a civilian who was believed to be the last person who saw Altti before he disappeared in the chaos. As the riots escalated, the guys realized they had to make a difficult decision with Nash insisting that they not leave until they find Altti because it’s what Jet would have done while Shirin felt that they were wasting valuable time, even if he agreed that it wouldn’t be right to leave without him.

In the end, Lauge came in and practically dragged them out of the city despite their protests. He managed to reunite the rest of the squad at the border of Sanguine. Despite the risks, he wanted to see them off since it’ll probably be the last time he’ll ever see them face to face. Of course, the Linnea Squad was reluctant to leave when one of them’s missing, but Lauge told them that there was no turning back. If they refuse, their days will be numbered - no exaggeration, this is what happens when you live in a war zone.

Linnea had no choice but to do as he said, though she made him promise to do whatever he can to find Altti and help him out in any way he can. She says Lauge always keeps his word, which is why he’s the only family member she can trust at this point. A lot of people went missing and are presumed dead, so there’s a high chance that Altti is one of them, as much as she hates to admit it. Even so, he and all the other victims deserved better than to just be some “unfortunate casualty”, a term the army likes to throw around that Linnea’s grown to despise.

So there is finally a bit of hopeful intel coming from Lauge that suggests Altti survived the riots. He had heard some rumors here and there, but it wasn’t until recently when he came across concrete evidence that finally settled that matter. It’s still not much to go on since Altti’s current status remains unknown, but at least they now know that he escaped the riots and retreated south. Lauge plans to search the areas where he might have gone and hopefully uncover more information.

While the squad remains realistic, they really hope that they’ll be able to reunite with Altti. It’s bad enough having Jet and Gabe walk out on them - and that whole thing is just a mess. All Florina can say is that it’s for the best if they keep out of each other’s way, though they can’t keep that up forever. They agree that Jet means well, but he often fails to consider the bigger picture, which they fear will lead to his downfall. It’s still a bit of a sensitive subject for Linnea, but sooner or later, she and Jet will have to face each other and work things out.

The classes have provided a welcome distraction for the Linnea Squad - good thing there were enough open spots to squeeze them in. Nash isn’t certain, but he’s pretty sure he’s seen night sorrel in his hometown, or maybe it was moon sorrel, which looks similar. Meiying and the instructors don’t think he’s mistaken since both flowers have distinctive colors - shades of blue and purple, kinda like a galaxy. Yeah, that’s something that would leave an impression. Even though Nash’s hometown is in ruins and likely occupied by the Sanguine Watchdogs, it’s likely that there might be some night or moon sorrel growing in the ruins, so it’s worth looking into. Looks like getting into the class was meant to be.

Then there’s lavender lotuses, which are native to the Misty Range Woodlands. So far, there’s no known sightings of them outside of the planet. They have many uses - potions, perfumes, vitamin supplements, kombucha, and soups. Along with being a good source of vitamin C, they also help relieve stomachaches and reduce anxiety. While lavender lotus products are relatively common in these parts, they’re pretty much unknown outside of the Arrowroot Orbit - meaning, places like planet Earth. So they’re using this course to introduce the outside world to this otherworldly flower that’s basically their version of a dandelion.

Even though there’s a lot to learn about night sorrel and lavender lotuses, I don’t feel that overwhelmed. I mean, it’s a lot of information, though the hands-on stuff and Meiying’s interlude kept things engaging while also breaking up the monotony of just sitting through a bunch of lectures and video modules.

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[babybulls15]

I have to be honest, I've been STRUGGLING for the past week, both life-wise and to get something on paper I don't despise. On top of that it's already pretty late, but I promised myself I'd keep doing this and it's actually really motivating to just share this stuff with you. So I'm hoping I'll get back into the flow by putting stuff out there. Keep pushing or smth idk lol

Anyways, we're moving on to my prompt-fill for day 2 of the Ship Week, which is hopefully gonna be a short and sweet Lestappen piece! I'm capping it at 500 words (which I've never done, making it very interesting to see how that affects my writing process), so I'll hopefully get it done on time!

It's a pretty drastic tonal shift from the others, bc it's just supposed to be something light-hearted and fluffy, which hasn't been easy to write, what with me stressed and shit, but it's starting to take shape somewhat. So yeah, I'm very excited to share these sentences with you!!

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Yes, Max is usually very good at staying calm under stress. At going with the flow and reacting appropriately to sudden - sometimes pretty drastic - changes in high-pressure situations. Usually. But these skills are normally restricted to work. To race weekends. To circumstances where he is prepared to expect the unexpected. And, if anyone even cares (Charles doesn’t really) at least to Max, a sunny Saturday afternoon during summer break, sitting in his mother’s garden, drinking coffee, does not immediately spring to mind as a similar setting. But maybe that’s on him.

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working title: (almost) everything is better with glitter

currently standing at 255 (out of 500) words

prompt-fill for day 2 of the All-Ships-Ship-Week (“Who did this to you?”)

it started it's life as a Maxiel piece, but I decided I liked the idea better for Lestappen

As always, if you read any of this I want you to know that I’m very grateful for you!! Thank you for giving me the time of day, I’m so glad you exist!! 💗💗💗