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[toriaanin]

The only real couple here is L and A. You should ship them, they are really in love.

Thanks for the recommendation Anon... but NO. I'm here to ship one couple, and one couple only.

If Nicola or Luke find love and happiness with someone else, wonderful! Will I ship them with other people? No. Will I be happy for them? Absolutely! The thing is, what I see between Luke and Nicola is unlike any connection I've ever seen and it's THAT connection - a soulmate connection - that I'm here for. When either one of them makes it clear that they're committed to another person (which they haven't done :: going on a "date" while being unwilling to post that "date" on your IG stories, or a friend walking you home after a pub night who then shields you because a photographer is papping you :: these aren't examples of committed, romantic relationships!), I will stop shipping Luke & Nicola. I will not, however and ever, stop believing in the divine love I witnessed through them.

And another Anon asked and suggested:

Anon: even though my blog is new-ish, my stats tell me that I'm not being laughed at. Because I'm posting your ridiculous messages, YOU on the other hand, ARE being laughed at. In fact my readers are going to laugh at you in the comments 😂🤣

Lukola friends - these aren't the only Anons to reach out to me these past days, but they'll be the only ones I'm going to respond to publicly. I decided to share evidence of their troll campaign so that you could rest easy in the knowledge that the Lutonia's (edited to add: and Jakolas [see P.S. below]) are panicked. They saw what we saw at the BOSS event and the pieces don't fit their "hot couple in love" narrative.

A situation that didn't make sense given the lack of contact between Antonia & Luke since the end of July,

A petrified Antonia who wasn't professionally styled, as though she wasn't a priority,

An angry and disgruntled Luke who cast Antonia's hand aside, then looked like he wasn't happy to be photographed with her,

Luke's eventual (3 days later) black screened IG story with a black heart (macabre!) and a link that required two navigation clicks to get to TT so that the viewer could watch a reel that listed Antonia as "guest".

To my way of thinking, the whole "date" was an orchestrated PR stunt aimed at deflecting gaze away from Nicola & their treasure during a time when the utmost privacy was desired by both her and Luke.

So the Lutonia/Jakola anon troll's strategy? Push us when they perceive us to be down in the hopes that we don't get up. Hit out with verbiage meant to feed doubts they think we have. They also (and I love this because it's so fucking hilarious!) work soooo hard to link obvious Nicola and Polin "Lady Whistledown" references to their sinking ships. Silly gooses. And of course they ignore that Luke has never claimed or clarified Antonia's status in his life... even now, after the BOSS event.

The trolling behaviour doesn't phase me in the least. I don't have doubts they can crush with their silliness. Nicola and Luke are soulmates. End of statement.

So troll anons: why not head back to your sinking USS Lutonia or USS Jakola and cast off for home before your ship sinks to the bottom of the ocean. From this point forward I'll be blocking those that send me messages like this. If you're inclined to message me similar bullshit, why not save yourself the trouble and stay in your own shipping lane.

Aanin Xx

P.S. I just discovered a kinda back-door way to see who these Anon posters are... and they're NOT officially Lutonia shippers. They're JAKOLAS!! What dickheads. To all the Jakeholes that are reading this post - fuck off to your own ship. You're worse than the Lutonias. Your desperation stinks like shit. I've also incorporated Jakolas into the original post above.

[romanteacism]

Knight Aemond x Princess Reader Space

Synopsis: You needed your space, and your knight granted it to you. Warnings: None (yet), Angst, Princess and Aemond's (not so) Secret Relationship, Not proofread (like srsly...pls bear with me, i'm dyslexic) PREVIOUS PART A/N: Pls don't be mad at me 🥹

“You should be resting,” Aemond gritted by your side as you two walked the halls of your home.  You two were headed to the great hall as your family welcomed guests from the neighboring kingdom, and the queen stubbornly summoned your presence. 

The moment you regained consciousness and your fever had settled, the king had decided that the whole of your family must travel back to the capitol, thinking that your ill state was caused by temperature. Aemond was reluctant for you to take such a journey, but he could not outwardly say his concerns. It was a miracle that you were not taken by sickness on the road, and when the whole of you arrived back in your home, Aemond thought you could finally acquire proper rest. However, your mother was insistent you attend court. 

“It’s just for a few hours,” You said softly as you fastened your pace as you were nearing to be tardy for the welcoming of the nobles. “Do not run— you might exhaust yourself! Your heart is al—“ You sighed at your knight’s fretting, “I’ll be fine, my love,” You whispered. “You cannot be so certain!” Aemond protested and held your arm so you would be forced to match his overly slow pace. “A quick jog will not kill me, Aemond! And I’m already late!” You protested. In truth, you were growing quite annoyed with him. 

You felt guilty to feel as such. Others might even think you are lucky to have someone care for you in the way Aemond did, but his dotting manner was almost suffocating! It was bad enough he had restricted your movements so as not to exhaust you, but he went as far as to ration your favorite sweets! You were nearing the end of your patience, and you could no longer humor him with his overly cautious actions. 

You watched as his expression morphed into a frown due to your short but sudden outburst. You wanted to apologize in fear that you might have offended him, but you could not make yourself do so because, for the past weeks, Aemond had placed restrictions upon restrictions, and you could no longer stomach it. “We’re late.” You muttered and continued to walk onward, leaving your knight a few steps behind as he tried to understand your irritation. 

“You’re late.” were the first words her mother uttered to her as you took your place at the right hand of her throne. “Sorry, mother.” You said softly. “Let her be— she needed to rest,” The king suddenly stated, quickly coming to your defense, much to your mother’s annoyance. 

You stood idly by the side as your father motioned for a squire to open the doors so you could receive the newly arrived nobles. You were not even paying attention to your kingdom’s guests; your attention was too focused upon the burning stare of your knight, who stood by the side of the room. You did not even listen to the introductions of the guests; you only stood by your place as your mind paced on how to address Aemond with his paranoia about your well-being. You had thought about writing to your eldest brother to reassure your knight that you are truly fine and have recovered from your fever and that you are allowed to go back to your usual routines, but you were certain Aemond would only ignore your brother’s attempts of convincing him. 

You also tried to go about to your made customs, having tea in the afternoon, running around the gardens, and entertaining the tots that would wander about there or return to your paintings. But Aemond had made you retreat back to your chambers to rest and have an afternoon siesta. It was all too much now; it was as if his care was turning into control, and that was something that you have suffered enough, and you could not take that as Aemond would be another to control you. You wanted badly to share with him what you were thinking; you thought it would be best for him to try and understand. However, you feared he would take offence, and you two would stray back to old patterns of contempt and ignoring one another. 

“Is the feast not to your liking?” Your brother whispered as the welcome feast had commenced and you had barely touched your plate. “No… I just don’t have an appetite.” You smiled, and from your side, you could already feel your knight’s contempt at you not having a proper meal. “Are you tired? It’s fine if you wish to retire early,” He added, and you quickly shook your head. “No, I’m fine brother... truthfully, I’m just waiting for the desserts to be served,” You explained and smiled, and at the mention of sweets, your brother nodded and smiled as it was something so like you to eagerly wait for the sweets to be served. 

“You must eat.” Aemond said lowly from behind you as your brother was enveloped in a conversation with the newly arrived guests. You let out a deep breath as you tried to calm yourself and make your voice sound without irritation. “I am not hungry,” You muttered under your breath, but Aemond heard you perfectly. “Yet you wait for the desserts… There is no nourishment in tarts and cakes, princess. You must eat your supper.” You balled the fabric of your dress in your hands, your eye twitching in annoyance at his insistence. “No.” You said in defiance. You felt as if he were to speak again, but you quickly spoke first, preventing him from doing so. “You are my guard... not a maester to oversee what I eat or do not. If I am only to eat cake tonight, that matter is in no regard to you.” You gritted, at your wits end. 

Aemond was taken aback. Yes, the matter was minuscule, only an argument about cake, but the way you spoke to him... the way you addressed him... it was so cold and unlike you. Aemond blinked as he stared upon the top of your head, willing you to turn to him. There was a twist in his chest at your words, and at that moment, all he wished was to see your eyes and perhaps have you smile at him for the gnawing feeling in him would cease, but you only looked onwards and ignored him for the rest of the night. 

When it was time for you to retire back to your chambers, Aemond tried to speak to you, but there was an air of tenseness, and your cold attitude towards him prevented him from doing so. “Call for Ser Arthur,” You said as you were nearing your door, no ‘please’ in your order, and Aemond frowned as it was so unlike you. “Why?” He questioned. “He is on the night shift.” You answered plainly, but Aemond was still confused. “He is your reliever. You are my guard during the day, and another is supposed to take your post during the night.” 

“No.” You frowned at his insubordination. “No?” You asked, a scowl on your face. “No. I am sworn to you… the matter of time is inconsequential.” You sighed and shook your head, not having the energy to argue. “Just call for Ser Arthur— before I do it myself.” You muttered and closed the door behind you, leaving your knight to stare at where you once stood and question what was happening. 

Aemond reluctantly did as you told and let another guard your door for the night. He had retired to his room in the knight’s towers, tossing in his bed as he tried to find answers at your sudden shift of attitude. It was if another had possessed you and rid you of your good humor. The person you displayed to the that evening was not his princess. 

You were cold, distant, and defiant. Attributes that Aemond must admit that he wished for you to have and display, but not to him. He had wished you would save those rather unpleasing manners when courtiers would come to court you but not when you were addressing him. Then Aemond began to recall the past days, how you were still you sweet and warm with him, but he could not help but realize there was annoyance bubbling within you the past several weeks. He just did not understand the reason for it. 

When morning finally dawned, Aemond hurriedly walked along the halls that led to your chambers, determined to understand and find out the reason for your sudden shift in attitude. However, his stomach pitted as he saw your night guard absent and the room of your chambers ajar. He did not hesitate to step in, and he saw as your bed was already made and both of your cats still asleep in the cushions on the floor, but you were not present. 

Aemond hurriedly left your room, practically running to the gardens as he questioned your absence. It was far too early for you to be awake, but you were gone, and he had no idea where you had gone to. He thought he would find you in your usual spot in the gardens, probably sneaking a few custard tarts before your actual meal, but you were absent from your usual spot. 

Aemond then began to run around the keep. Searcing your solarium and the library, even going as far as the highest tower of the castle as you had a habit of watching the sunsets and sunrises from there. Aemond was at a loss where to find you, so he had no choice but to find your brother instead, Him being the one to break the news that you were once again lost. “Good morrow, Ser Aemond.” The prince greeted as he was training in the tilt yard, his countenance cheery and Aemond dread that he shall be the one to break the prince’s sunny demeanour. “My prince…. The princess is—“ 

“Oh, I forgot to tell you! My sister is in the woods with our cousin. He arrived late last night, and when she was told of his arrival, they arrived for a little excursion for today.” The prince explained and began to hit a dummy with his sword. “So... she is fine? I— Why was I not informed that she was to leave… I sho—“ Aemond began to stutter, in disbelief that you would leave him without notice. “Oh, she did not wish to wake you… seeing how exhausted you must be as you had been accompanying her day and night since she was ill in the north.” 

“You must not fret, Ser Aemond. A militia is with them in the woods; nothing of what had happened before shall transpire. Now, go on, you have the rest of the day off.” The prince smiled and Aemond could onlt give him a curt nod as the pang in his chest returned. 

“I’m surprised you came here without your guard,” Your eldest brother said as you two sat on the ground. The sun was high, and the light was refracting on the still waters of the lake before you two. He heard you let out a heavy sigh as you twirled the handle of your parasol that rested upon your shoulder. “If I’m being honest, I’m quite relieved,” You muttered and turned to the side to see if anyone was in close proximity to hear you and your brother’s conversation. 

“Uh-oh, trouble is paradise?” your brother questioned as he picked at the laid out food between the two of you. “It’s just... he’s become quite overbearing ever since I had that fever... did you know he started to ration my sweets? He had it that I only eat five custard tarts a day! Five!” You exclaimed in annoyance as you bit down on a custard tart. You hear your brother breathe out a laugh and see from your peripheral vision as he shakes his head. “Well, he’s just concerned. He was beside himself when you were unconscious... he cares.” 

“I know he cares… I appreciate that he cares, but it’s just too much. It’s almost paranoia. It’s not as if I’ll drop dead at any moment.” You sighed and traced the embroidery of your dress as guilt was starting to seep its way through. “Try not to jest about that with him,” Your brother advised with a smirk. You breathed out and settled further into the ground, lying down as you stared into the blue sky. “Is this how it's supposed to be?” You questioned, “What?” 

“Is this how this ordeal supposed to be?” You clarified, and your brother was silent for a moment. “I do not know… I’ve never had an affair with my knight before.” You let out a short laugh at your brother’s words. “Don’t call it an affair… I do not like the connotations in that word,” You say and squinted your eyes as the clouds blow away and revealed the entirety of the harsh sun. “Then what is this ordeal then?” You stayed silent for a moment, finding the word as your brother laid on the blanket you two sat upon. “I do not know... but it’s not an affair,” You finally said. 

“When will you reveal it to the other?” Your eldest brother questioned, and at his question, you feel your stomach drop. “I do not know... as long as we can, I suppose.” You admitted. “Do you think they’ll ever approve?” You then questioned, feeling a bit of lightness come over you as you prevented from having this conversation with Aemond. “I do not know… I know father would wish for you to be happy, brother as well... but the council and your mother— they’ll need convincing.” He told the truth. “But the optics too are rather grim… he’s always by your side and is given granted to stau with you in your chambers at night. One would begi—“

You gasped as you realized what your brother wished to say. “No! Nothing— I— nothing like what you insinuated had happened! Ser Aemond is genteel and respectful, noble!” You defended, sitting up in shock. “I know sister, I know. But if it were another to assess the situation, they might question it… It happend to our great Grandmother… there was a trial and all just to prove her virtue.” He remarked. “I would hate to see you in the same situation, sister.”

“Then what am I suppose to do?” You questioned, dread filling your tone. “I do not know... but what I do know is that you should not be so harsh with Ser Aemond... he cares for you tremendously. His actions are not made to suffocate and pester you; he simply cares and wishes the best for you. He loves you sister, it is plain, he does not wish to lose you.” You bit your lip and nodded, finally gaining another perspective on a matter that has been gnawing at you for the past few weeks. 

When you returned to the keep, you made a beeline to your chambers where you knew Aemond would be in his post. Your steps echoed through the halls, and when he heard it, you watched him fold a scroll he was reading and straightened his stance. “Could I speak with you for a moment?” You said softly as you reached him, and he followed you inside your chambers, his expression stony, and he did not utter a word. 

You sighed as he could not even look you in the eye. You tried to speak. Tried to say your peace, but all you could do was go to him and embrace him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, my love. I’m sorry for the way I addressed you last night and how I left without notice this morning. I’m so sorry, Aemond.” You began to blubber, temporarily catching Aemond off guard as you held to him tightly and buried your face on his chest. This was not at all what he had expected. “Why?” 

“I’m so sorry— I just… I felt suffocated the past few weeks ever since I had my fever. I— I just could not understand your side. But now I do… You care for me, you care for me like no one else had, and I was a— a brat for growing annoyed with it and you, but I understand it now. I’m sorry, my love.” You said, your eyes brimming with tears as you were consumed with guilt. 

You breathed in and out heavily, pulling away from his chest to look him in the eye. It was only then that you realized he had not wrapped his arms around you just like had always done before, and his stoic expression did not at all change nor grow soft at your teary-eyed disposition. He looked as if he did not care. 

“You left and acted like a brat because you needed space... from me,” he uttered slowly, as if trying to connect all that you had said and did. “I— I did, but I regret it! I’m sorry, I… I was taking you for granted, but never again, I promise my love.” You said, trying to take hold of his face, but you feel your heart pit as he stepped away from your touch. 

“You need space.” He declared. “I needed space, but not anymore... please I— I’m sorry.” You repeated your apologies again as you watched as no warmness nor care appeared in his eye. You watched as Aemond shook his head, his jaw tightening as he looked away from you. “If you need space, then I shall give you your space then.” You frowned at his statement, trying to reach for him again, but he only avoided your touch. “No—that is not what I mean, I—“

“No, I understand. The princess wants her space... and whatever the princess wants she gets, isn’t that right?” He said coldly, and you could only stare at him as you could not believe that you were having this conversation with him. “Good day, princess.” He then bowed and moved towards the door and ignored your calls as you tried to hinder him. You caught his arm just before he could step out, and you urged him to look at you. Your eyes were in disbelief at what had happened and how quickly the events had unfolded. 

“Please… I’m sorry,” You pleaded, but Aemond only shook his head. “You shall have your space. Goodbye, princess.” Was all he said and stole away his arm, leaving you alone in your chambers with the scroll that fell from his pocket that had the words ‘Come home’ scribbled upon it. 

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[theotherrookie]

"Cold and cute. Soft and lethal like the Killer Mittens!"

Though as nice as it was to be silly for a bit without consequences, the paws had to go for now. They still had work to do and she didn't want Ratchet to make weird comments about them. Erica dispelled the shadows, then stretched her fingers.

"Tentacles can be cute too! You just need some ribbons."

It was that simple. Erica looked over to Ratchet when he failed to reply at first. A good shake from Willow seemed to fully wake him up and he waved a hand in annoyance.

"Don't call me that! Only my daddy calls me Christopher."

Willow gave him a slap on the back of the head, "He simply is tainted at this point."

"I don't wanna go to school!"

"Your friends shouldn't look up to me. Nobody should aspire to having their spine replaced." Willow replied, dropping Ratchet back in the chair, "Although, our guest is dangerously close to having his own removed and used as a xylophone."

Lucien watched Rook absolutely losing it at that comment and decided he didn't want to question it. He fixed his bun, then made his way over.

"I guess cooks aren't very good at teamwork." Erica said, before she started heading back in the other room.

The Twins had been pleasantly surprised to be offered anything, especially after defending them associating with Ratchet in any way. The protein bars wouldn't keep them busy for too long, but they seemed content enough for now.

Smokey was also happy Leofric was willing to share. The kitten managed a tiny meow between bites in response to the question. He was having a really nice time.

The Twins didn't complain when they were addressed using those cutesy names again. It was a lost cause at this point.

"We did nothing."

"What do you want?"

Erica's tail flickered with anticipation as Travis reached out. It was rare to find people past the age of twelve who were willing to humor her antics. She stretched the paw a bit when she felt the poke.

"They're a bit cold, but that's how shadows are." she explained, then reached out to give Travis a boop.

"Let's hope the chance will present itself, then. I would like to see some of your new tricks for myself." Lucien replied.

"So do I." Willow added.

"What happened is in the past now." Rook replied, placing her other hand on Antonio's shoulder, "We can do this only if we're getting along. You guys do that and I'll deal with the rest. We can only be strong together."

"We're the Honk Legion."

"Fuck you, Lucien." Still, Rook couldn't help a smile at the joke.

Willow watched the two of them silently, then turned to look at Ratchet when he let out a rather pathetic whimper. "Speaking of clowns."

She made her way over and lifted Rachet up by the back of his clothes like he weighted nothing. "We can resume our interview."

"Come on– Give a guy a break!"

"Quiet."

"Right, I guess we should split." Rook said then, "We figure out how to sabotage that stuff while Travis can try to woo those big guys into telling us some more of their secrets."

"And I will join the theater club." Lucien added. His content expression had already shifted to his usual focused look. He was ready to give his contribute now that he finally had the chance to.

[ofmdrecaps]

01/24-31/2025 OFMD Recaps

TLDR; Happy Belated birthday to Guz Khan!; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Con O'Neill; Vico Ortiz; Kristian Nairn; Ruibo Qian; Gypsy Taylor; Samba Schutte; Minnie Driver; Anapela Polata'ivao; Christopher Corbin; Vote for Jes Tom in the Queerties; Articles; In Person Events: Florida Super Con Guest Request; The Wee Con; Fan Spotlight: Our Flag Means Fanfiction: The Sprizzy Episode; Love Notes; Daily Darby / Today's Taika;

Hey crew. I'm so very sorry. I have not been in a good headspace these past two weeks. Between my home life, and work, and everything going on here in the US, I have had to limit what I do in a day because I've been burning the candle at both ends and there hasn't been much left of me. Thank you to everyone who was sweet and sent me love, I promise i'll respond soon. I've had the next 3 recaps half done for days but just haven't been able to get up the strength to finish them, and I do apologize for that.

= Guz Khan's Birthday Jan 24th =

Happy very belated birthday to Guz Khan! Our dear Ivan!

= David Jenkins =

David shared this amazing animatic by our friend @aimeekitty! Wanna see it in action? visit Aimee's Bsky!

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= Rhys Darby =

Issue #102 Part 2 of the Cryptid Factor went up on Patreon!

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For those of you on Rhys' Paid Substack, there's a new "Darby Files" up for 01/20-01/26!

Also on Rhys' Substack is footage of the Sundance Film festival where he went to see the film Buttons' produced - "Prime Minister!" You can check out the BTS from it on his paid substack!

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More shots from his trip with Buttons!

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= Con O'Neill =

More trailers for Con's show SAS Rogue Heroes are out!

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= Vico Ortiz =

So many new Podcast episodes of Today In Gay! Your daily dose of Queer News! Check Vico out on the Substack! (Sorry for the reverse image to links, I was combining pictures to make space!)

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= Kristian Nairn =

Kristian attended MegaCon London with his new hair style-- and got to chat with lots of fans!

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Kristian also shared this beautiful memory of Ofmd with us! "Just found this while packing up ! Wee John wore a really lovely pin cushion on his wrist in S2, and this was one of the spare little guys who encircled it. Thanks @gypsytaylor , I miss you guys down there"

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= Ruibo Qian =

More beautiful music from our beloved Pirate Queen.

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= Gypsy Taylor =

Gypsy's been all over lately!

"Holding space with the Siegfried to my Roy @c_hristian 🐅 @sydney_festival Siegfried and Roy the Opera! CAMP! 🐅 so many fun sparkly costumes by @xtcostume and that TIGER!!! A very good cat.. gorgeous @erthaustralia 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 well done team little Bavaria 🇧🇪"

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= Minnie Driver =

Minnie's chatting about her podcast! Wanna check out this episode? Visit her spotify!

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= Samba Schutte =

Samba's new baking class has been announced! Tickets go on sale in April, but you can sign up to be notified once they're available at the link below!

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Episode 4 of Parallel is out on amazon prime!

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= Anapela Polata'ivao =

You can now purchase tickets to see Tinā if you live in Aotearoa! Visit https://www.madman.co.nz/tina/ for more info and dates!

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= Christopher Corbin =

Our wonderful "We could have made magic" man got a new haircut! Always so glad to see his bright smile.

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== Queerties ==

Thank you to @adoptourcrew for notifying us that you can vote every day for Jes Tom, one of our dear writers in the Queerties! Head on over there to support them!

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== Articles ==

Thank you as always to our dear friends over at @adoptourcrew for keeping us up to date on all the new articles and interviews of our cast & crew!

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== In Person Events ==

= Florida Super Con Guest Requests! =

Our friend Irene Adler and several other crew members have asked for some help in requesting guests for Florida SuperCon! You can request over and over and it'd be great if we could try to get some of our cast & crew invited!

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= The Wee Con! =

There's a fabulous new convention happening 31 Oct - 2nd Nov in Edinburgh Scotland! You can purchase tickets now on their kickstarter!

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== Fan Spotlight ==

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

OFMFF had their sprizzy episode for Sprizzy week!

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== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies, I have been constantly thinking of you all the past two weeks. I am trying to keep my spirits up and share things when I can. I hope you know that no matter what, you are perfect the way you are, and that the actions of a certain US president don't define you. AT ALL. Please remember that what's going on in the US is a dying breed trying desperately to gain back the control they lost with progress, and so many of you are doing so much to prevent it. You're doing all you can. Remember to rest, people are still fighting even when you rest. I know it feels so hard right now, but please don't give up okay? Love you crew, since I'm so behind I'll be doing some shorter love notes til I catch up again.

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== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Today's gifs are brought you by the lovely @ofmd-ann, and @raggedy-spaceman and the current theme is how I'm feeling about the state of the US government.

[janeiscompletelyfine]

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I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA GUYS!!!!

We need Marauders Oscars. For those of you outside of the US who might not watch those it's, like, the pivotal awards for movies and films each year. Everyone famous comes together and there's a bunch of funny hosts and guests who introduce each award and there are a million different specific awards.

(We also have Grammys, Emmys, and Tonys for Music, TV, and Musicals respectively, but the Oscars is similar to what I'm thinking)

(You might know the thing about Will Smith hitting Chris Rock on Live TV (Keep my wife's name out your motherfucking mouth ring any bells?) but that's not at all what I had in mind for our thing..... well hopefully)

The Oscars has all kinds of specific awards (Best Screenplay, Best Supporting Actress, etc., etc.,) and then it has the big ones (Best Motion Picture, Best Actress) and we could have categories similar to that, too. There's a Committee who choses what movies win by watching them all and voting together, and we could do something similar.

Some Ideas of Categories I Had:

Best Fanfiction

Best New Author

Best Hot Takes (lol)

Best Fanart

Best Fanartist Overall

Best Rp'ers

Best Supportive Moot

Best Beta Reader

Best Rant-poster

Best At Showing the Love on Fics

Best Anon Blog

Best Marauders Aesthetics

Best Playlist

Best Playlist Artist

Best Podfic

Best Wolfstar Fanfic

And there are so many more ideas! Around 23 Oscars are awarded each year, but there can be almost 800 Grammys so.... we have options. Idk if this idea makes any sense at all but I got excited about and I wanted to share. Let me know what y'all think and if you'd want to be on the Committee (I mean, we could do polls for the Commitee since fandoms are about everybody being equal, but at the same time the dedication to go through each blog isn't for everyone....). If you have more category ideas or nominations, let me know!

❤️Jane

[gamebunny-advance]

HmHm.

I think a Hairdorables head on a Cave Club body would make a decent Mayday doll.

Nothing's gonna be perfect, but I think Hairdorables matches her face/head shape a lil'better than the base Cave Club.

Ya know. If somebody wants to get on that.

[aroaceleovaldez]

so in HoO we get a totally unaddressed thing about the Hephaestus cabin apparently have an underground tunnel system beneath their cabin that they’ve been excavating for almost a century and haven’t found the end to yet. We never hear about this again. But when Jake Mason is explaining it, he jokes to Will Solace that “You Apollo guys can’t have all the fun,” which implies the Apollo cabin also has secrets.

Anyways I think we should just start headcanoning random wild secret areas of each cabin just for fun.

[nexus-nebulae]

every day i wish that Rats SMP was a cartoon bc it would make the greatest show ever i think

[cursedthing]

.soldier sardines! one am soldier sardines! saw a bunch of cute cat photos and thought of these three

[swordmaid]

having so much feelings about shri’iia receiving scratch and owlbear’s love SO bad what do you mean these creatures love her unconditionally. what do you mean she’s on the receiving end of unquestioning love and devotion for the first time because she showed them a sliver of kindness. why is that so strangely familiar to her, woman who devoted her entire being for an uncaring goddess’ attention. she’s not gonna put two and two together tho.

[christinaroseandrews]

A friend of mine died on Tuesday.

I hadn't seen Jan in years. Not because we didn't want to see each other, but because we couldn't. Money. Health issues. Distance. The obstacles were pretty damn great.

But that didn't mean that we weren't friends. We kept in touch. Mostly on Facebook. Before that LiveJournal. Before that AIM and ICQ. I've known her a long time.

I first met her at Katsucon. Then again at the first Anime Central. And then again and again at conventions over the years. We just clicked. When she moved back to the US from Japan I went to her house several times. And she even came to mine. Which if you know me you know is a fairly big deal...

She wasn't the first transgender person I knew. But she was the first I knew well and the first that I knew both pre transition and post transition. I got to see firsthand just happier she was after she began living as her authentic self. It was literally night and day.

She was beautiful and fun and generous and loving. In the pictures that I have of her her smile is so wide and so bright that you could swear that the sun shone out of her soul.

Is she also had her darker moments. And she wasn't perfect, not by a long margin. She had her demons. And her burdens. She lived her life as a true hedonist and that came back to haunt her. But she never stopped trying to suck the marrow out of life, live to her fullest.

I'm going to miss her.

Rest in power, Jan April Scott-Frazier. The world is dimmer now that you're no longer in it.

[ourladyoftheflytrap]

Mom called me a shitty roommate today bc after months of her telling me to rent a uhaul (too young to do so) and then flaking out on me whenever I asked her if we could it on x day, I gave up on trying to get my bf's heavy TV and dresser and ordered a mountable tv, instead of buying more storage totes so that I could add to the ever increasing stack of totes in our guest bedroom

[diseaseriddencube]

THE AKUDAMA DRIVE STAGE PLAY IS NOW AVAILABLE!!!!!

[edwardshundredyearoldspunk]

…

[freckliedan]

So there is currently no evidence of more than one bedroom right? We only know of the ass chair one?

i have actively avoided knowing things about the layout of their forever home! i have no idea but i think that's most likely true. imo they could have separate bedrooms bc like.. it's nice to have your own space, and they can afford that, but that they probably share the same room for sleeping nearly all the time even if that's the case.

[offthedeeepend]

Octatrio Guest Room Special Gifts

Azul: antique coin

Jade: book of teas

Floyd: pale grey scarf