#this is now a whole plot reference iykyk

[dubiousduskwight]

Day 17: Sally

Within a bell the weather had turned, and when the blizzard descended the Fellows had scattered.

After the excitement of Matthieu’s shot, a few had balked at the prospect of chasing down a wounded karakul, lest they find themselves someplace unexpected like a wolf’s den. Those who could teleport back to the city had done so, offering their goodbyes. A few others, those without the ability to turn themselves into aether as a casual matter, averred and said they would see the others back at the Gates of Judgment, and keep a few spaces open at the coal hearth for them.

The remaining half-dozen, Matthieu among them, had set out to follow the blood in the snow. Aubineaux had seemed driven, and the rest seemed curious. In a typical hunt, they either caught their prey in the first shot, or they missed and it escaped. Matthieu had been curious in turn, and asked how many, exactly, they had caught in the past. Gaspardieux was cheerful in admitting to nothing, and Alort far less so. Ophoix insisted that he’d caught at least three bateleur, and the largest was stuffed over the mantle of his home; some teasing resulted, as others were sure the third of those had managed to fly away. Constant refused to elaborate, saying it didn’t matter.

None of them bothered to ask Aubineaux. They knew the number was high, though he kept few trophies at home. But even Matthieu had received dishes of spiced mutton from the tailor’s spouse in the past when she’d had “too much to serve at home.” All agreed she was an excellent chef, and all had wondered at what quantity was too much.

“You’ll want to keep the horns, of course,” he had said, walking a yalm or two ahead of the group at a brisk pace. “A catch with horns like that, that’s worth keeping on the mantel. Damned fine first catch.” Stopping at once in the snow, he glanced down at the bloody tracks. “Do you have a butcher? If not, my Fleurelle can do her best.” “I’d like that,” Matthieu raised his voice in reply to Aubineaux. “He’s animated,” he muttered to Constant beside him in passing. “Compared to before. I never see him speak this much in the shop.” “Only once there’s a catch,” Constant replied. “Then he’s all cheer.”

Perhaps he could serve the dish to Edda, Matthieu thought.. Whether she’d frown in disapproval at his taking up arms and catching his own food, or clasp her hands in delight at the accomplishment, he couldn’t yet say, but he certainly hoped for the former. “But perhaps we should gather it quickly? The snow’s picking up.”

All save Aubineaux glanced to the sky. It wasn’t often that the cloudwatchers were wrong, but sometimes the aetherial currents would have their way and there was no accounting for it. The wind had picked up around them, causing all to hug their arms to their coats as it tried to cut through thick wool and leather and chill them, and the snow was falling with increasing intensity. Matthieu could still see his boots pressing into the snow.

“It won’t be long, promise you that,” said Aubineaux. He alone kept his eyes forward, snow piling on his shoulders and falling into his hair without being brushed away. “A shot like that, it should have tired or bled out. Truss it up, carry it back to Whitebrim, and warm up while the weather clears.” His spirits kept up those of the others, and they chatted amiably among themselves, never noticing that they had to raise their voices more and more above the wind. When a quarter-bell had passed, Aubineaux stopped them in their tracks. “There we have it.“ He gestured to a tipped-over ball of black fleece in the snow, where the trail of blood, now only a faint set of light markings hidden among falling snow, ended. “Alort, Ophoix, help me trust this. We’ll have to work fast. You just stay back, Mr. Buison. We need to be quick about this.”

Keeping his arms close to his chest, Matthieu stood still in the snow, shifting weight from one leg to another to keep his blood moving while the three hunters procured rope from their supplies and prepped the karakul to be carried. “I should have thought to bring a fire shard.”

“I’ve a spare.” Gaspardieux offered a small, softly glowing reddish-amber rock to Matthieu, who accepted it with a grateful nod. The warmth in his gloves was a small thing, but a relief. “This doesn’t happen often, to be sure, but it’s good to be prepared.” “Better still to head back now, I think,” he said, waving his hand to Aubineaux, who rose with the trussed karakul slung over his shoulder. Their view was shrinking by the moment as clouds descended further and the wind whipped snow in greater and greater speeds. Gaspardieux held up another shard in his hand, where the glow cut through some of the fog. “Follow along, if you please,” he called out, and turned northwards. “We’ve done this before, don’t worry.” His brow beetled together as he looked out the sky. “Although this is a bit worse weather than the last times.”

“How much worse?” asked Matthieu, holding up his own shard for added visibility.

“A fair bit.” Gaspardieux looked between Matthieu and Aubineaux’s group. “I’ll hang back a step to create a line. You stick with Constant. Once we get to the main road we should be fine, just keep heading north.”

Taking a few steps back, Matthieu was surprised by how quickly the carpenter fell out of sight, save for the glow of the shard in his hand. Rather than keep it upright for the entire journey, he chose to hang the shard on the back of his coat, where they could see it easily, checked for Constant at his side, and headed north.

Without easily estimating time, the trek was drudgery, one foot lifting heavily in front of the other to make a deep impression in the snow as he marched forward. Wind buffeted Matthieu’s face and left his cheeks and nose chattering and red until he pulled his scarf up over his mouth. Surely he would see the copse of trees where they’d waited by now, he thought, or the road up to Whitebrim Front.

“How do we know it won’t be snowed over?” he asked of Constant. “The road, I mean.”

He had no reply. Looking to his right, he could see Constant was no longer there. When had he lost sight of the man? Stopping in his tracks, he looked around in the haze of wind. Behind him, he couldn’t see Gaspardieux’s shard, though the warmth on his back confirmed his own was still present. Otherwise, around him there was nothing, only snow and wind.

It occurred to him that the Fellows who had taken their leave and teleported away early were the sensible ones, and that he had been very foolish to rush out into the snow with the others for the sake of a mutton dinner and a pair of horns. All of this was unnecessary; he could close his eyes, gather his aether, and in a flash be back in the Firmament, sheltered and safe. The others would have done the same by now, if their prize weren’t keeping them in place. And they would have abandoned the karakul as well with the weather this bad. It was a shame about the loss, but there would be other hunts.

He was certain of this. And he was certain that all of them were able to teleport themselves, and that the shard on his back was unnecessary.

Without pulling down his scarf, he cupped his hands to his mouth and started calling out the names of the Fellows into the storm, hoping to hear a cry or see the glow of Gaspardieux’s shard. He shouted until he could feel himself going hoarse, and his eyes stung from the wind and ice.

For a moment, there was a lull in the wind, and his voice carried cleanly. He heard someone, but he couldn’t place who. Then there was the crack of someone’s rifle, and a shriek. It was the only sound he could focus on, and he ran towards it, half-stumbling through the snow in broad, leaping steps until he felt nearly out of breath.

When it seemed he might faint, he willed himself to continue, until at last he came upon the group, standing in a scattered semi-circle. There, the body of a wyrmling had freshly fallen into the snow. Both the azure of its scales and the blood from a bullet hole helped it stand out.

[n7punk]

“Rain or Shine (Going Postal)” Fic Notes

Rain or Shine finished yesterday so have some short fic notes on it! I'll make a share post tonight, I kinda forgot lol

Playlist:

The playlist for this AU was only 4 songs since it was so short, but here they are:

So What Now — Renee Rapp

Love Me Not — Emei

Flicker — Rina Sawayama

allofthat — ELIO

Epilogue Life:

These girls have had a very weird path but no longer working together is really the best thing that can happen to divorced work wives when they get back together. It’s a little touch and go and Catra is cautious, but her dumbass cat is in love with her new girlfriend so she kind of needs to see her a minimum number times per week or Melog won’t stop hitting the Adora button until he pisses her off.

Catra knows they’ve reached the serious stage when Melog starts letting Adora walk him by herself and that’s when she starts letting go of her fears (as best she can, anyway).

Chapter 1:

⦁ Catra was annoyed whenever Adora acknowledged their past because it felt like Adora wasn’t taking her seriously and she wanted to show off her negotiating prowess.

Chapter 2:

⦁ My dog didn’t handle car rides well as a puppy so I always held her for them and now if she’s in a car she wants to be in a lap. She is not lap size. Melog similarly only handles cars well if he’s being held.

⦁ Catra does not move for a change of pace, she can’t find a place she likes but can’t articulate why because they’re all perfectly fine places considering their expense (none of them feel like home).

Chapter 3:

⦁ .eth is short for “etheria” and is their version of .gov

⦁ I used to hate emails and I still lowkey do but it’s like a third of my job at this point so I’ve kind of gotten over it but this was me dressing them up like paper dolls and it was really fun honestly.

⦁ Formatting here was kind of a challenge? But I think I found something that looks correct/realistic while still being readable. Hopefully.

Chapter 4:

⦁ Catra’s number says GAY-FAGS. Sorry. I think Adora’s is KIS-DYKE

⦁ Chapter title is a reference to that one fic I did in a day lol.

⦁ The space after Hello Adora , in the invitation is a MailMerge error. IYKYK (my pain).

Chapter 5:

⦁ Catra frowns when Adora implies she has been lying to her this whole time because, while she messes around and likes to make Adora play the guessing game, she isn’t trying to actually deceive her or seem scheming, at least not in the way Weaver she is. She wants to be cool and confident and one step head. Cognitive dissonance and Catra go hand-in-hand and she didn’t realize how toying it came across.

⦁ This has become a running theme at this point but it always results in something fun, so once again Metalesbos made a joke about something that became a plot point, in this case “Bunny the dog Melog AU where he’s learned to use those word buttons” which I somehow spun into Melog accidentally wingmanning them via soundboard.

⦁ Actual conversation that happened as some point: Entrapta: and what would the purpose of giving your cat a ‘slur’ button be? Catra: it would be funny (She then had to remove the fag button because Melog started pressing it whenever he really wanted attention while she was working because it would get her attention Real Quick in case someone overheard it during a call)

⦁ Oh yeah, after writing this entire thing I went into my "abandoned" folder for something unrelated and found I already had a fic called Rain or Shine, which upon checking was like 600 words of a postwoman Catra AU I abandoned back in like 2021 because I wasn't feeling it and I thought it was creepy for Adora to be bugging Catra post-fallout via her mailbox since her job meant Catra had literally no choice but to keep dealing with it. This was a much funner use of the post office lol.

Sheratober prompts:

Ch1: Day 4, purring

Ch2: Day 9, workout

Ch3: Day 11, drunk

Ch4: None, just needed to get to the next one, though I was going to use embarrassing for Adora making a fool of herself over email because I realized that came before "drunk" and scrapped that idea.

Ch5: Day 16, kiss

Original Outline:

Kinda unusual scenario where I have the entire original outline still on hand from when I wrote it a full year ago (21/09/23). It would be like half of these fic notes to include, but… I think it would be an interesting peak into the writing process? So I’m just going to include it. The big shift in Catra’s job actually came because I hadn’t read the outline in a while and the new stamp collection thing came to me, which I just liked better even though it changed the context of their negotiation.

Post office adora / sourcing supplier catra who took a job at a Weaver’s company and eventually bounced while Adora went to humble (shitty) office jobs due to a mix of guilt, fear, and impostor syndrome. Weaver was trying to make a golden parachute for herself in the form of two children who would support her in her older years, but she wanted to incur as few costs in the process (children are expensive — she was trying to have them specifically to make money) and they basically lived like orphans in her large house. Weaver supplied for them through college, expecting a “return on investment”, but senior year Adora had a breakdown, she and Catra broke apart, and Catra went on to work for weaver while Adora faded into obscurity. Catra made her way to a minor executive position before leaving to work contract negotiation for a smaller but nicer company. Reconnect when they have to work together, Catra taking over the contract Adora already had with them. It’s a cautious relationship and Catra scares Adora when she starts to negotiate a far worse rate for them, but it turns out to be a scare tactic and even as Adora is stammering they can’t do that Catra cuts her off “we’ll renew at the current rate” Adora gapes. Catra looks up, flashing her a threatening smile. “Just remember what I’m capable of, princess.” They enter a cautious business relationship, interacting on a regular basis and gradually getting more friendly as they do. After a bit Catra starts signaling they might not be able to continue the contract as it was, and it makes Adora nervous, but it’s nothing like she did the first day where she was legitimately negotiating them into a corner. Eventually she comes back to Adora and tells her they’re not renewing the contract, but she doesn’t try to negotiate anything, just gives a new minimum to continue the contract Adora can’t agree too. So Catra suggests a competitor she can go to and rights out the terms of their current contract for adora to show. Adora goes there and gets a worse deal, but better than what Catra was going to offer her. It’s all weird and Adora can tell something is going on, but Catra refuses to answer her questions. Part of her wonders if catra is just trying to get rid of her and this — objectively less favorable — contract in one go.

The rest of the outline was either rough outlines of scenes I ended up writing and thus deleted from the draft document, or in my head. Other aspects of the fic I had stored in my brain:

Adora running into Catra when she’s walking her cat or perhaps them going on a maybe-date at the park and Catra walking her cat as part of that after reconnecting post-contract

The whole LinkedIn interaction — at the time Adora didn’t have Catra’s LinkedIn initially and I later changed that

A “business dinner” Adora can’t tell if it’s a date or not

The rest all came up as I was writing it.

Upcoming:

So I’ve got two more one shots for Sheratober, and there’s going to be an update to Unhinged Instagram Lives Era for the Music day, but the last week of AU-ctober is the canon divergent week, so it’s finally fucking time. The end of October is going to be all ten chapters in secession.

Somewhere Beautiful, We Can Finally Meet

[nikoisme]

odyseus in space au ? pls tell me more about it

So i have two separate aus: one is inspired by the spacecraft, and the other is the interstellar au (which is pretty much the plot of interstellar, with some changes)

So in the au inspired by the aircraft (which is the one i refer to when i say simply 'space au'), odysseus is sent on a mission to go to the moon for.... reasons, that i have frankly not really thought of hahaha. Athena is the one walking him through the project! She's kind of like 'authorizing' the whole mission, really. Both of them are, however, aware that there is a very big chance that odysseus might not make it back. Now, when he tells telemachus and penelope of his job they of course are not buying it. But eventually,, they reluctantly, painfully agree. However, he does not tell them he might not make it back. He cannot break them like that. But, before his departure, he leaves them a note in which he explains everything.

So, odysseus is out of the atmosphere, everything is going well, communication is working. The landing, though, is not so smooth, and a bunch of shit goes wrong with the spacecraft as it lands awkwardly, sideways almost. In the process, odysseus badly injures his leg (iykyk wink wink). For a few weeks, odysseus manages, but his resources run out. Food, oxygen, batteries. He has tended to his leg as much as possible, but the spacecraft is still damaged, and the injury has greatly affected him in trying to fix it. Athena keeps up with him through all of this. They both know that he will not make it back, despite all the light-hearted jokes of them looking back fondly on this time. It would be something to laugh over, another mess they will get out of, as they always have. The temperature on the moon drops, and there is almost no way for odysseus to keep warm. He tells athena, briefly, to watch over penelope and telemachus. Athena knows what he means by that. She tells him she will. He stares at the earth as his limbs grow numb and stiff. He tries for a small wave, a smile - he promised telemachus that his father will wave at him from the moon. When his family looks up at the moon, he will watch over them. And eventually, odysseus does succumb to the freezing temperatures. There is grief, regret. He knows penelope and telemachus have read the note by now. He hopes they can try to forgive him. But, as his vision starts to pitch black - they are the final image in his mind, and all he feels is love, warmth.

This is the general idea! I did not talk a lot about the characterization and details, i just wanted to get what i was going for across. So it's a bit more fleshed out in my head haha. Also it will make more sense if you're familiar with the journey of the actual spacecraft, as it's very much based on the whole thing. Keep in mind i don't know shit about spacecrafts, so i am just,, dancing around terms and stuff.

[starified-lizzy]

I really don’t want to do my Psych essay, so here’s a list of all the FNF AUs I have made since coming up with the OG, extensive au.

Edit: I should mention, if you want to use any of these ideas (EXCEPT FOR MY OG AU) for your own fanfic/plot, go ahead! All I ask is you credit me and even ping me so I can see your take on it! 👀

Starting off; OG au, Just because I can. Started off as Corruption mod brainrot, turned into a whole ass au with a fully functional plot line that I am SEVERELY procrastinating on because ✨frighten✨

I want you to keep in mind that a lot of my au’s after actually spiral from my main OG au.

Then we have an Avatar: The Last Airbender au. I basically said “fuck Korra, she don’t exist” and made Blue(BF) the water bending avatar. The plot line is changing from what I originally had it, but here’s everyone and their bending skill that I have come up with so far: (also more airbenders exist because yeah)

Blue(BF); water bender. Also the avatar

Sophie(GF); fire bender (and so are her parents).

Pico; earth bender, with an affinity for metal bending

Nene; air bending. She gives me gymnast/acrobatic vibes so yeah.

Darnell; Fire bender with blue flame and access to lightning bending.

Cass; combustion. Idk, I don’t care for Cassandra or her goons much, but it felt right.

Cyclops; earth bender, affinity for metal bending

Hanzo; non-bender but is a Chi blocker.

Alucard; air bender. He feels like an air bender to me.

Spirit; water bender

Soul; is Blue’s little animal guardian thing. Whatever the fuck Korra’s polar-bear-dog thing is is what Soul is. Melanistic with little white freckles down his back and pale blue eyes, but still the polar-bear-dog thing.

C; a black cat with a missing eye. Yes, I shit you not. Just a genuine fucking black cat with an attitude problem. Blue saw him and went “he’s mine now.”

- then is my FNAF security breach au. The story for it is a bit all over the place, but Blue is 12, and got lost and the Plex. Everyone else are robos lol

- next one is actually based off of the game Lethal Company. THATS RIGHT, A LETHAL COMPANY AU- but it’s almost nothing like how the game functions. Basically, Blue is a child when he gets trapped on a moon (fuck if I can decide which one-) and it’s basically like- he’s human but, he gets raised by the monsters (some monsters being Soph, Pico, Ne, and Darnell, among the actual game-monsters) so he’s liek- a monster by association.

- a Day of Dragons au. Because yes. I like dragons; and I like the funky beep boop game so, immediately mashing them together once I realized I can create shit from it lmfao

-this one is actually inspired by another take on FNF and Hazbin Hotel. Because I love the show. Alastor is surprisingly goofy. ANYWAYS- the reference it has to the other take on FNF(idk who’s take it is, but I love it plz lemme know who’s au/take it is so I can credit them) is that GF(Soph, in my case), is an Angel, and BF(Blue) is a demon. Pico and the others are thrown around at random depending on how I end up deciding they fit so they’re kinda unknown rn, but those two for sure.

-last au i recently came up with and kinda adore, is an apocalypse au, but instead of zombies, it’s just monsters. Like- each monster is different from another, but they all have a basic element that determines their overall design. Like the basic Fire, water, air, and earth, but it also includes ice, metal, life, necrotic(death), shadow and light. And when a human gets bit by one of these monsters, they too become a monster. I already have a general beginning plot laid out for this it’s kinda sad lmfao

Anyways have these memes from PhantomFear’s server. IYKYK

[lea-andres]

An Espnah oneshot/snippet thing no one wanted, yay~ I wrote this instead of finishing up the next chapter of WtDMtN, I'm sure everyone's thrilled, LMAO.

Although this does contain my lore's explanation for Smash Bros AND the Olympic Games games! Because those being canon amuses me. Along with Sonic knowing/being Santa.

Espio being a knight is not canon to my lore (...maybe... I'm tempted, tbh), it's a reference to SonicSong182. Iykyk, and if you don't you should remedy that. SS182's fucking great.

Dinah can't quite match I believe it was 17(!!!!) languages Espio apparently is fluent in according to MoStH, but she qualifies as multilingual. Latin and Japanese are the main two in here. I'm a dumbass American who only speaks one language, I cannot guarantee the 100% accuracy of anything ever.

Yes this is part of my plot to manifest Espio and Rouge as being 100% playable in the next Olympic Games game lmao. I want them, leave me alone.

"So… explain to me this whole Olympics thing again." Dinah requested, as she and Espio sat down on a bench by the rink entrance to pull on their ice skates.

"Where did I lose you?" Espio got his on first, and began doing some light stretches.

"Back at 'The Super Mario Bros are real'."

"You really struggle with the whole 'other dimensions and other planets' thing, don't you?" He teased, getting up and getting out onto the ice to do more stretches. Dinah finished lacing up her skates, and looked up at him to respond.

"Yes I do, because you know how often that comes up when I'm digging artifacts out of the ground?" Espio couldn't resist, forcing himself to keep a straight face, he locked eyes with Dinah, and said as evenly as he could manage.

"Ancient aliens."

"Adversus solem ne loquitor, you fucking moron!" She practically snarled back playfully. He burst out into laughter as he returned closer to the rink, holding out his hand to assist her. Dinah got up, a little wobbly in balancing on the blades, and took his hand as she made her way to him.

Once she got onto the ice, Espio launched out more toward the center, doing several tight spins and twirls before stopping sharply. The spaniel had stayed behind back at the wall, leaning against it as she watched him with an amused smirk. He blinked in confusion. Usually Dinah was all for jumping straight into an activity with him, eager to at least keep up if not try to top him. Why was she holding back now?

"Walk me through this multidimensional Olympics thing again. How did Sonic meet a video game character again?" She asked instead. He just nodded as he skated back toward her.

"Okay, so apparently Sonic got this letter in the mail. And when he opened it, it teleported him to this nexus where many great heroes across the multiverse were hanging out and having a low stakes fight club."

"Is this at all like Sonic's claim of going into that book and becoming King Arthur?" Espio smirked at that.

"I had been meaning to ask you for your professional opinion of that. Is Sonic the one true king?"

"Sonic gets points for sheer gall, but… I significantly doubt it." Dinah smirked back. Shifting so he was now gliding backwards away from her again, Espio continued.

"Anyway, Sonic met Mario there. Apparently WE'RE a game in the Mushroom Kingdom, so he was just as floored to learn about us as we were him."

"Are Sonic's games good?" Dinah raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Plus minusve," Espio waggled his hand, shifting again to now be sweeping straight toward her again, completing the large circle. "It's a… polarizing topic over there, even amongst the fans."

"Ouch." The spaniel shook her head with a laugh.

"So, they became friends, apparently Tails and the Mushroom Kingdoms' best scientists got to work on connecting our dimension and theirs, and Sonic's friends and Mario's friends get together for a friendly Olympics inspired competition."

"And you've competed?" She continued to watch him circle back and forth before her. 

"Not… officially. Typically I've been invited to compete in a single event as a Rival, but I'm hoping to make the cut this year-"

"Whomp whomp…" Dinah giggled. Espio pointed at her in mock irritation.

"Don't make fun of me, I've been busy! I've got ninjitsu training, cases that pop up, whatever bullshit YOU throw at me-"

"Your mysterious part time job you keep vanishing to?" She continued to smirk teasingly.

"Oh right, that's related to this! So, I met Princess Peach at these interdimensional get togethers, and-"

"Is she as hot as she is in the games?" Espio studied Dinah's face for a bit, trying to gauge why she was asking that.

He decided to cover all bases: "You're not going to try to pull my boss and I will NOT invite her to a threesome."

"Your boss?" Dinah repeated, adjusting her glasses. "I didn't realize the Mushroom Kingdom was in the market for Shinobi."

"They're not, to my knowledge. Princess Peach knighted me and I've been serving as a guard in her castle-"

"No you haven't!" The spaniel interrupted in amused disbelief.

"Why would I lie about that?" 

"I take back my professional opinion of Sonic's delusions of grandeur, that wasn't the most absurd thing I heard today." She continued teasingly.

"Come with me next time and I'll prove it!"

"So do you wear the mushroom hat and the diaper, or-" Dinah cracked up laughing at that, almost knocked herself over, then flailed to catch herself on the wall so she didn't wipe out on the ice. She adjusted her glasses and smiled nonchalantly, trying to play it off.

"I don't, I have proper armor." Espio narrowed his eyes at her slightly, noting what he just saw.

"Is the Princess still getting kidnapped by Bowser all the time?"

"It's been a bit since the last one, but… I guess?"

"You're a shit knight." Dinah teased.

"HEY-" Espio himself almost wiped out at that, letting out a shocked laugh.

"Can't stop one fire breathing turtle from kidnapping the princess?" She tsked playfully.

"You should stick to ninjitsu and detective work, Onmitsu."

"Just because you study knights of olden times in our world doesn't mean you're qualified to review my performance as one in another, Himawari!" He fired back playfully, snagging Dinah's arm as he skated past, pulling her away from the wall and along with him.

She lost her balance almost instantly, dropping backwards. Espio lunged to catch her, sliding across the ice on one knee, firmly cradling her head with one hand and gripping her waist with the other as he stopped her skull from cracking into the ice. She had flung her arms around his neck in her attempt to save herself, letting out a big gasp of relief when she didn't crash hard.

"Thanks, Onmitsu…" She breathed, a little dazed from the adrenaline rush.

"You… can't actually ice skate… can you?" He accused softly, giving her a look of suspicion.

"You never asked if I could, you just asked if I've been ice skating, which I have. Once." She pointed out, grinning mischievously.

"Dinah…"

"Is it a crime to want to ice skate with your Onmitsu?" She teased, one of her hands wandering up to stroke his cheek.

"It should be, if you're going to risk spilling your brains all over the rink to do so." He chastised, shifting his grip so he could scoop her up bridal style instead.

"I can make this work." He smirked, making sure he had a firm grip on her before beginning to skate forward.

"What work? What are you doing?" Dinah demanded anxiously, clinging to his neck and shoulders.

"Resistance training for speed skating events." He started picking up speed. Quickly adjusting her glasses before returning to tightly gripping his shoulders, she teased with a grin.

"Don't crash."

"I'm far less likely to than you are." She thumped his chest lightly for that, both of them laughing.

[c0rpsedemon]

actually wait quimcourse is essential romeo deenstaynight lore i need every1 to know what happened or i'll die.

tl;dr all the way back in ~october 2020 this guy (he ended up being a sucky person as w like. half the people involved here) made an untagged tumblr post abt a bizarre + awful tma fanfic he found once which was 100% abt the author's self insert-ish oc having sex w every man in the podcast and uhm. in tma there was a character named mike crew whose whole deal was p much a trans allegory but like. possibly unintentionally. and there's an important plot point abt how he used to try and cover as much skin as possible bc of this massive scar he was trying to hide but after he began serving this evil god* (*oversimplification of the century) he began to embrace it and started wearing loose revealing clothing and it doesn't sound like that's that important but the way ppl describe him in-podcast is used to help understand the timeline and it's a bigger deal than it seems. and this guy. the one who made the post. his whole brand was centered around mike crew. so the part of the fic he made fun of was the fact that it had mike crew post-serving the evil god* wearing a turtleneck and leaving it on during sex. and also briefly mentioned another character who's like immortal* (*oversimplification) and from the regency period referring to the main character's pussy as a quim despite otherwise speaking entirely modern english.

and so in december of 2020. the author found the post and started harassing him, everyone who'd ever interacted w him more than once, and everyone who so much as alluded to the situation bc she's uncannily good at tracking down every post so much as vaguely mentioning her. the drama was stupid, one-sided and memeable and she was v pressed abt how her use of the word quim was justifiable and so every1 just sort of let this unfold for the night and then blocked her once it stopped being funny. the next day i made a joke abt mike crew's turtleneck to a blog called straighttma which was like. a tma parody* (*not quite) blog which speculated on what the podcast would be like if it were heterosexual. y'know. typical terminally online lgbt teenager shit. and added a little 'iykyk' to the end. a lot of ppl didn't know so i ended up giving a tl;dr in the notes.

fast forward to january when she found the post and started harassing me for misrepresenting her (made a joke in the REPLIES (NOT EVEN A RB. THE REPLIES) abt just how much cooking show rpf is on her ao3 profile. bc actually it was just inappropriately tagged master chef au rick sanchez/stan pines fic. bc that's such an improvement and so much different. and so everyone memed on her for a few hours and then realized how old i was (i was 15 but like. my bday's in november so it'd only been 2 months and the younger end of 15 is wayyy different than the older end of 15 so like. i was a Baby here) and got stuck on the fact that she (age 37) was being superr inappropriate towards me (bc again. this all started bc of a smut fic) and blocked her again bc it wasn't funny anymore. and then she blocked me before i could block her. presumably so she could still read my blog.

so then i made a joke abt her blocking me meaning that i could call her a motherfucker now (bc i'd been. wayyy too polite to her bc i was obsessed w everyone liking me at the time) and pinned it to my blog. then march rolled around and guess who took issue w being called a motherfucker and THREATENED SUICIDE OVER IT before dropping off the face of the earth for several days and siccing her fiance + sockpuppet account on everyone for 'possibly driving her to suicide' (100% done to frame herself as the victim here). she was fine and came back a few days later when every1 was ignoring her and i got so worried abt this woman over 2x my age who'd been stalking me for 2 months (she brought up things i'd posted which she had no business knowing esp considering i was blocked so she had to have been deliberately opening my blog) that i got physically ill bc of it.

then in like. may/june she decided to unblock me for a second time a couple days before i got a mysterious anon accusing me of cyberbullying. i dmed her a bit . she once again outted herself as stalking me . and i was. too nice once again. if only 15 year old me wasn't afraid of using the words 'raging cunt' and also made a post abt her being back then went offline. in the brief time i was offline it turns out she'd made another quimcourse-dedicated blog and started self-identifying as quimberlyann (a nickname we gave her derived from a word that means pussy btw. just a reminder.) and trying to reclaim the situation. she got lightly memed on bc by this point in time every1 was sick of her and then disappeared and has since deactivated. batshit crazy situation which i sometimes look back on fondly bc of the sheer wtf factor and also bc she was. so damn quotable. but then whenever i start to do so i remember the feeling of sobbing alone in my room bc i thought i might've killed a woman who had nothing but bad intentions regarding me and i'm more angry at her for deliberately pulling that stunt (bc that's exactly what it was. she had an active sockpuppet at the time. she was faking the whole way through and had planned it out in advance) for the sole purpose of hurting me than anything now. esp since i'm now old enough to recognize that's exactly what it was. and more than anything i'm mad that we parted on somewhat amicable terms when like. i hope she thinks of me as frequently as i think of her and i hope that just once the guilt from what she did to me makes her feel half as bad as she made me feel that night.

[anatrik]

First thoughts:

Lavender haze feels like Lover and Future Nostalgia’s incredible love child.

Maroon is about Harry. There’s too many 1989 references for it to be anything else. This chorus reached into my chest and punched me in my fucking heart. Also I need a compilation of Taylor saying fuck for mental health purposes

Anti hero is everything I expected it to be. Its me. Hi. Im the problem. Its me.

Does anyone else feel like the verse of snow on the beach is just like the verse of the way I loved you???? Also no lana verse?🥹 why no lana verse?🥹 i cri

Track 5 felt so not sad until she dropped her voice for ‘you’re own your own kid you always have been’ and then I died😂 and then the ending is so uplifting You’re on your own but you can do it and yk what now that Taylor said it, it does feel possible 🥹

Who tf is singing on Midnight rain? Oh wait taylors back oh wait who tf is back now?

Can I ask you a Question? My god so passive aggressive I love itt

Vigilante shit has my hair on end omggg. The beattt. I don’t dress up for women I don’t dress up for men I dress up for revenge. Any dude who does a girl dirty this year is just asking for it. She’s going to destroy you with these lyrics all over her ig stories

Bejewelled. One word shimmer ✨ iykyk. Bejewelled is if the bad bitch of reputation stopped giving a fuck. Major Anthem.

Labyrinth. If it rises fast it cant last😭 we’re back to soul crushing I see. Oh the eldritch horror from midnight rain is back on its cameo shit.

Karma. Fuck yea go straight for the jugular babe. Give us everything. Karma is a cat purring in my lap? Me and Karma vibe like that? Fuck YES QUEEN. Karma IS your boyfriend. Hell shes your handmaiden.

Sweet nothing. There’s something about songs Joe writes that really get me. Its just so cuteeee. I spy with my little tired eye🥹

Mastermind? Already? No? We cant be done???? This is a love song?? Wtf😂😂😂😂. Plot fucking twist.

Vigilante shit and Maroon have me on the ground for different reasons both good ones though. Ughhh I love this album so so muchhhh

Album as a whole completely defied my expectations. I was expecting a sad, crying in my bedroom vibe and its more of a manic in the bathroom of a club vibe like yk she’s going to go home and fall apart in the worst way but this is that moment when shes running on pure fumes and manic energy