#this would be more fun if he had had different designs but this is just so op of him

[beabnormal24]

63 + carcar?

63. Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple 

Carlos has no idea who gave Lando the insane idea to move in the middle of February, but whoever it was it must’ve been someone who really hates people.

It’s so cold that Carlos swears he can’t feel the tip of his own fingers, even through his true leather, double layered, wool padded gloves that he spent at least 50 quids on and are not doing their job properly.

Carlos huffs in frustration and shivers just a tiny little bit under his coat, earning a pointed glare from Oscar beside him. “Could you stop it?”

Leave it to Oscar to be an asshole even in such a deadly situation like standing in the middle of London’s street in February.

“Could you be more sensitive?” Carlos bites back, “I am very cold.”

“I am very cold but I am not making such a fuss.” Oscar snaps. Truthfully, his hands are stuffed in his pockets just like Carlos’, but he is pretty sure they were not covered in gloves.

Oscar has a really white and delicate skin, so they’re probably already all red and covered in frostbites. Carlos does feel a little bad for him, but that doesn’t mean he’ll admit it to Oscar any time soon.

He rolls his eyes, instead, kicking a pebble in the middle of the sidewalk before it gets trapped in the soles of his boots. “I knew that going with Alex would’ve been more fun.” He mumbles, and he knows that he sounds a bit petulant, even childish, but-

Yeah, who cares, it’s Oscar anyway.

“Well, Alex isn’t here and someone had to buy this gift.” Oscar mutters something else under his breath, something that sounds very close to a dickhead, but Carlos is mature enough to pretend he didn’t hear that.

They walk a little bit more next to each other, scanning silently the windowed walls and the trinkets’ displays.

It is true that him and Oscar were the only two with a free Sunday morning to buy the housewarming gifts, but it is also true that they may be the worst ones to be assigned such a errand like buying a housewarming gift.

If it is a housewarming gift then shouldn’t they just buy a heater and be done with it?

Ah, Carlos sometimes wishes someone could laugh at the amazingly funny jokes that he thinks inside his head. He bets Oscar would appreciate them.

“Maybe a plant?” Oscar suggests, thumbing at the arrays of green displayed on their left.

Carlos snorts, “Lando is going to kill them in two days.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Carlos looks around, furrowing his eyebrows, eyes scanning the electronics shop not too far away, the jewellery one, something that looks way too much like a sexy shop of some sorts, and then-

“Uh, what about that umbrella stand. It looks good.”

Oscar follows his gaze until his eyes fall on the slick black, clearly modernly design object, too. Surprisingly, he immediately hums in approval.

“And then we put a gag gift next to it?”

“Of course.”

"Should we take the black or the white one?"

Carlos pursues his lips, trying to remember the pictures Lando sent on their group chat, of an apartment that could've easily been straight out bought out of an IKEA magazine.

He shrugs, "White, I guess. It's a white kitchen."

"Yeah, but he's not going to put an umbrella stand in the kitchen is he?" Oscar comments dryly. "I think black it's better for the porch outside"

"Why did you ask me for my opinion if you completely ignore it?" Carlos says, feeling just a tad bit offended.

Thankfully, the welcomed warmth of the shop is able to mitigate most of it, and Carlos feels like nothing can bring down his good mood when he can finally feel his fingers come back to life, joints cracking like sandpaper as he curls them.

It's just his luck that the stark difference in temperature from the outside makes a pink hue appear on Oscar's freckled cheeks, making him look very very cute - well, admittedly, he would always be cute if he weren't such a pain in the ass.

"Because I wanted to pretend I value your opinion." Oscar says, rolling his eyes. "If it wasn't clear, I do not."

"Well, if you would only listen to me, you would realise that the walls of the porch are made with white stones, which means that the white stand is clearly the perfect choice." Carlos snaps back, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Mate, it's not a hospital, it's a house, it should have some contrast no?" Oscar says, mirroring his position.

They proceed with a glaring contest mixed with biting, pointed comments about which choice is better between the two, which furtherly proves why they shouldn't have been the only two going for this 'mission' that could as well become a battle with how hard they're fighting each other.

It only, finally, ends when there is a pair of delicate hands perching on their respective shoulders, and when Carlos lowers his gaze from holding Oscar's flaring one, it's to meet the gentle eyes of the elderly woman he is pretty sure was standing behind the counter just a minute ago.

"You two lovely boys, there is no need for such a love quarrell over an umbrella stand." She says gently, pinching Oscar's cheek when he goes to open his mouth in protest, effectively shutting him up.

Carlos, to his credit, is suddenly too stuck on the love quarrell part that seems to be resonating in his head like a badly played drum roll. The only thing that assures him he wasn't the only one to hear that, it's the way Oscar's cheeks have suddenly become even more pink.

"Come on, tell me what's the problem. Let's solve it." The woman says, patting Carlos' shoulder with a bit more fervor than she used to pinch Oscar's cheek. "You're such a good looking couple, don't fight for stupid things, mh?"

Neither of them corrects her.

Oscar, through a very awfully embarrassed stutter, explains the indecision. The woman solves it in under thirty seconds by suggesting they just take the silver one she has in the back of the store, finally settling the argument without even letting them talk one single second more.

"It was this bad with my husband, too, when we first moved in together." She says, jostling the umbrella stand over her counter with much more strength than what her small frame would let on. "But you look like a very beautiful couple, and there is always love even while fighting. I am sure you will last as long as me and my husband did." she adds raising her hand to show the still glinting golden band on her ring finger.

Oscar is stuck as rigid as a tree next to him, so Carlos decides that it must be his job to take the gift and thank the woman generously, accepting the compliments she keeps sending their way as he drags Oscar out of the shop from the elbow.

"Uh, I-" Oscar mutters, not very talkative of him, as soon as they're away from the front window.

"Oscar," Carlos says, slowly, watching as Oscar blinks at him with wide eyes and a pair of red cheeks, even more flushed than before. Something tells Carlos it's not about the temperature, maybe because he personally doesn't feel as cold as before - maybe it's the sudden warmth in his chest. "Are your hands still cold?"

Oscar swallows, looking down at the purplish colour on his knuckles, "Uh, a bit." he admits.

"Okay," Carlos says and before he can think about it more than two seconds, he takes Oscar's hand in his, interlacing their fingers.

Oscar stares at him with wide eyes and a half agape mouth but, surprisingly, he doesn't protest. Rather, his confusion only lasts a moment longer before he is squeezing Carlos' hand back, smiling in what Carlos could even define as shyness.

"Do you want to have lunch before we head to Lando's?" Carlos suggests, completely ignoring the way his heart seems to be doing sudden sommersaults in his ribcage.

Oscar's smile, if possible, becomes even brighter. "Yeah, let's do that."

[spencessocks]

quiet moments

summary: after a tough case, you and spencer share a quiet conversation on a plane ride home.

pairing: spencer reid x reader

word count: 1.3k

the team had just wrapped up a grueling case and were on the jet back to Quantico. everyone was exhausted, including yourself. yet you could never sleep on airplanes, too many variables that made you uncomfortable. you looked around the plane—most of them had dozed off, but spencer was still awake, his knee bouncing as he stared out the window.

you got up, shifting into the seat next to him, setting down your lukewarm coffee.

“you know,” spencer started, his voice slightly rough from lack of sleep, “sleep deprivation can cause symptoms that mimic intoxication. cognitive impairment, slowed reaction times, even—” he paused, blinking sluggishly. "what was i saying?"

you bit back a smile. “something about being drunk without the fun part?”

“right,” he nodded, then yawned, rubbing his eyes. “also, did you know that octopuses have three hearts? two pump blood to the gills, and the third pumps it to the rest of the body. when they swim, that third heart actually stops beating.”

you hummed in response, more focused on the way his head was starting to droop to the side. “that’s fascinating, spence. why are you telling me this now?"

spencer blinked at you, his hazel eyes glassy with exhaustion. “i don’t know,” he admitted, voice quieter now. “i guess… i just don’t like the quiet.”

you gave him a small smile, shifting to get more comfortable. “well, lucky for you, you’re talking to the one person who can’t sleep on planes.”

spencer huffed a soft laugh, but it quickly dissolved into another yawn.

"why aren't you asleep anyway?" you asked, dawning on you that he was usually knocked out on the way back home.

spencer blinked slowly, like he was trying to gather his thoughts but kept losing them along the way. “dunno,” he mumbled, his voice softer now. “i think my brain’s too full.”

you tilted your head. “too full?”

he let out a tired chuckle, rubbing his eyes. “yeah. too many thoughts. case details, statistics, things i could’ve done differently. it’s like… my mind doesn’t know how to shut up.”

you frowned slightly. you knew spencer tended to overanalyze things, especially after a difficult case, but seeing him this exhausted and still unable to let go of it made your heart ache.

you weighed the options of encouraging him to open up or shifting his focus. in the end, you decided it was best to steer his mind away from it, saving the deeper conversation for a later moment.

“well,” you said, looking around, “if it won’t shut up, maybe you don’t have to fight it. maybe you just need to focus on something else.”

spencer let out a quiet huff, his fingers moving to your sleeve, absentmindedly playing with it. “like what?”

you thought for a moment, then shrugged. “like… okay, if you could be anywhere right now—anywhere but here—where would you be?”

spencer blinked, clearly not expecting the question. he glanced toward the window, eyes distant for a second. “florence,” he murmured eventually. “at the biblioteca medicea laurenziana.”

you grinned. “of course your dream getaway is a library.”

spencer's eyebrows bunched up, but there was the faintest hint of a smile there. “it’s not just a library. it was designed by michelangelo. the reading room has these long wooden benches, and the windows let in just enough light to make everything feel… warm.” his voice softened, like he was already picturing it. “it’s quiet, but not in a bad way. the kind of quiet that makes you want to take your time, let yourself get lost in the pages of something.”

you watched him as he spoke, the tension in his face easing just a little. “that actually sounds really nice.”

spencer hummed in agreement, his head tilting slightly against the seat. “where would you be?”

"see now me personally, i would be at home."

spencer blinked, his tired eyes meeting yours. “home?” he echoed, with a bit of disbelief.

you nodded. “yeah. and i totally thought that's what you would say too! not that your fancy library doesn’t sound amazing, but after a case like this? i’d want to be home. my own bed, my own sheets."

spencer considered that for a moment, his fingers absently tracing a pattern against his knee. “i guess that makes sense,” he murmured. “home is… safe.”

you smiled softly. “exactly. we'd be curled up on my couch, wearing something way too comfortable, eating something terrible for us, and watching a show we've already seen a hundred times.”

spencer’s lips quirked, just barely. “which show?”

you thought for a second, then smirked. “something I don’t have to analyze or think about—just background noise while I relax. maybe doctor who.”

spencer hummed in approval, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment before he forced them open again. “good choice,” he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion. “did you know doctor who holds the guinness world record for the longest-running science-fiction television series?"

you grinned. “yes, spencer. i think that's the 5th time you've mentioned it.

“it’s an important fact,” he defended, but there was no real weight behind his words. his body was slowly giving in to exhaustion, his hands now folded in his lap.

you raised an eyebrow, amused at how determined spencer was to share his random facts, even as his eyelids drooped. "i’m starting to think you’re secretly trying to get me to memorize guinness world records," you teased.

he let out a small, tired chuckle. “well, maybe you’ll need them one day. what if you’re on Jeopardy and the final question is about doctor who?” his voice trailed off, and his eyes flickered closed again, clearly fighting sleep.

you leaned back in your seat, watching him struggle to stay awake. "spence, if I ever end up on Jeopardy, i think i'll have bigger problems than knowing the longest-running sci-fi series."

he blinked slowly, "you never know," he murmured. "it could be... the question." he nudged your shoulder lightly.

you grinned, nudging his shoulder back. "i’ll let you be my phone-a-friend then."

spencer took your hand in his, the simple sentiment warming his heart a bit.

spencer let out a sleepy hum of agreement, his head tipping toward you just a little as he tried to keep talking. "i wonder if there’s a record for... most consecutive hours spent talking about doctor who..."

you snorted slightly, "i think i know the guy it would go to, actually."

a faint grin tugged at his lips. "oh? do you?" his voice was soft, still thick with exhaustion, but the playful glint in his eyes suggested he was still hanging on to the conversation, however faintly.

"yeah," you said with a teasing smile, squeezing his hand lightly. "he's pretty cute."

spencer blinked slowly, the words registering a beat later than usual. his eyes softened, and for a moment, you thought he might actually be too tired to process the compliment. but then, his lips twitched upward in a cheeky smile, the exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "oh? he sounds like quite the catch," he replied.

you leaned in just a little, a smirk playing at your lips. "yeah, yeah! he really is. very knowledgeable... and, you know, he has this whole charming, slightly awkward thing going on."

spencer let out a soft laugh, but it quickly turned into a yawn. “seems like my kind of guy,” he murmured, the warmth of your hand in his still grounding him, pulling him just a little bit further out of his sleepy haze.

"you’re a little biased," you teased, squeezing his hand again, more gently this time.

a soft chuckle escaped his lips as he tried to stifle another yawn. “maybe just a little."

"get some rest, spence," you whispered, pulling his hand into your lap.

his brows furrowed, like he wanted to protest, but his body was already betraying him, slumping further into the seat.

“just close your eyes,” you coaxed softly, letting your head fall to his shoulder. “pretend we’re on my couch, watching doctor who. nothing to think about, nothing to analyze.”

spencer let out a slow exhale, his body finally relaxing. his head rested against yours softly.

you let out a quiet breath, letting yourself relax too. you listened to his breathing for a while, hearing and feeling the way it got deeper as he slipped into sleep. your eyelids became heavy, and somehow, the pressure in your ears became insignificant.

if this was the closest thing to home you could get right now, you’d take it. your body sunk into the seat, and before you knew it, you were asleep, too.

[callikari]

YEARBOOK TROUBLE — YANG JUNGWON

SYNOPSIS — you and yang jungwon were both part of your school’s athletics committee. usually, in a club, all the members get along, right? however, that wasn’t the case for you two. hatred wasn’t enough to describe what you felt for each other. although you two had different roles within the committee, he always found a way to get under your skin. even if you hated that aspect of him, your president took it as an opportunity to make you two work together on a very important task—the athletics section of the yearbook. looks like bad luck does exist.

PAIRING — badminton-player! jungwon x artist! fem! reader

GENRE(S) — written, enemies to lovers, he fell first, forced proximity, crack, and angst.

WARNING(S) — swearing, random timestamps, bantering, insults, threats.

you and yang jungwon were both part of your school’s athletics committee. normally, being in a club like this meant everyone got along, right? yeah, not so much in your case. it wasn’t even about competition or rivalry—it was just pure, unfiltered annoyance every time you were in the same room.

he was the star athlete. badminton captain, track & field record holder, and a guy who somehow managed to get the attention of half the school without even trying. you? you were the quiet artist who preferred the smell of paint and the satisfaction of sketching out designs rather than being involved in any kind of team sports or crowds.

“hey, artist,” jungwon called out one afternoon as he leaned against the committee table, flashing you that smug grin of his that always made you want to punch him. “still drawing stick figures, or have you leveled up?”

you shot him an unimpressed look from across the room. “at least stick figures are recognizable. what’s your excuse? still trying to hit a birdie without hitting yourself in the face?”

he smirked like he won, but you weren’t about to let him get away with it. “please, I’ve seen better technique in a kindergarten gym class.”

“oh, we’re really going there now?” jungwon raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by the idea of teasing you. “come on, I was just trying to bond with the artsy type. guess I’ll just go back to the badminton court and leave the drama to you.”

you rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched upward involuntarily. “don’t flatter yourself. you wouldn’t last five minutes in my world.”

he chuckled. “maybe not. but I’m sure I’d make a pretty great model for your sketches. what do you think, huh?”

“only if I wanted to make my artwork look like a smug, overconfident jerk,” you shot back. “how about no?”

it wasn’t until your president—who clearly thought it was hilarious—announced that the athletics section of the yearbook would be handled by none other than you and jungwon that you realized how screwed you were.

“wait,” you said, pointing at your president, voice dripping with disbelief. “you’re really pairing us up for this?”

your president didn’t even bat an eyelash. “yep. you two work together, figure out the photos, and design the layout. should be fun!”

“fun?” you muttered under your breath. “more like a nightmare.”

jungwon, of course, was smirking like he’d just won the lottery. “you sure you can handle it, artist?”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “you better not screw this up, jungwon.”

“me? I’m always perfect,” he said, winking. “besides, I’ll just let you do all the hard work.”

“don’t flatter yourself,” you said, arms crossed. “we’re both doing this. whether you like it or not.”

the day of the photo shoot was somehow even worse than you anticipated. jungwon had insisted on wearing his usual ‘I’m-too-cool-for-school’ look, which just made him look like he was trying way too hard. and you? well, you were probably still in the ‘I don’t want to be here’ phase, dragging around your camera and sketchpad.

“you’re seriously going to take photos with that thing?” jungwon scoffed as you adjusted your camera. “this isn’t a high school photography class.”

“you’re right,” you said, glancing at him with a smirk. “but at least I don’t have to hit a birdie in the face every time I try to play.”

he rolled his eyes, clearly tired of you getting in the last word. “whatever, artist. just tell me where you want me to stand.”

you raised an eyebrow. “what’s wrong, scared of getting your picture taken?”

“no,” he said flatly, “but I know you’re going to make me look ridiculous.”

“not if you just stand still for once,” you teased, raising your camera. “besides, looking ridiculous is basically your brand, so what’s the problem?”

jungwon scowled but didn’t argue, instead just standing in position with his arms crossed. you tried to focus on the shot, but his smirk was still there, making it impossible not to laugh.

“don’t smile like that,” you warned, snapping a picture anyway. “you’re gonna give everyone in the yearbook nightmares.”

he just shrugged, his eyes twinkling. “I can’t help it. I’ve got that charm.”

you sighed. “no, you don’t.”

after hours of snapping photos and trying to ignore how many times jungwon managed to mess things up with his cocky attitude, you finally finished up the shoot. both of you were standing by the gym entrance, glancing through the photos you’d taken.

“ugh, I swear,” you muttered, “this is going to look awful in the yearbook.”

“no, it won’t,” jungwon argued, leaning over your shoulder to look at the photos. “trust me, we’ve got some good shots.”

“yeah, if you count the one where you almost hit the camera with your racket.”

“hey, that wasn’t my fault! you’re the one who wanted action shots.”

you rolled your eyes. “action shots don’t mean swinging around like a maniac.”

he laughed, nudging you lightly. “come on, admit it. you kind of like working with me.”

you felt your cheeks heat up at the unexpected comment. you quickly recovered. “yeah, right. you’re just annoying.”

“but I’m your annoying,” he said, his tone softening just a little.

“ugh,” you muttered, resisting the urge to laugh. “seriously, you’re unbelievable.”

jungwon grinned, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. “come on, let’s finish up the design and get out of here.”

days passed, and you and jungwon somehow survived putting together the section for the yearbook. you worked in an uncomfortable silence most of the time, with occasional bursts of teasing and playful insults. it was a lot more tolerable than you had expected, though you’d never admit it to him.

on the last day, after the final edits had been submitted, jungwon caught you alone in the committee room. “hey, artist,” he said quietly, leaning against the desk. “thanks for… you know, not making this a complete disaster.”

you looked up from your sketchpad, meeting his gaze. “don’t get used to it.”

“oh, I won’t,” he said with a grin. “but hey, if you ever want to collaborate on another project…”

“we’ll see,” you said with a teasing smile, though a part of you wasn’t as against the idea as you’d been at the start.

"right,” he said, and for a moment, there was something softer in his eyes. “you know, I didn’t think I’d say this, but… you’re not as bad as I thought.”

you raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a smile. “I can say the same about you.”

he leaned in a little closer, just enough to make your heart skip. “maybe we’re not that bad together after all.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. “shut up, jungwon.”

“whatever you say, artist,” he said with a wink, turning to walk away. “catch you later.”

and for the first time, you didn’t mind that at all.

AUTHORS NOTE — i need more oneshot / smau ideas 😭 pls send in request's !!!

© callikari -- all rights reserved

[nabi-unveiled]

Treasure Hunt: Who Owns the Phone?

After my post about the broken SIM card, @lostanxiousfool suggested that the breaking of the SIM card signaled the end of Sei's codependency on Fujisawa as the phone was actually Fujisawa's.

Was the phone Fujisawa's? That would definitely be a more optimistic take (although the two takes are not mutually exclusive).

You know my brain isn't just letting it go. Let the treasure hunt begin.

Clue #1: Japanese law

I'm no expert in Japanese phone laws so this next bit is based purely on my internet based research. No way that could be wrong, right? Some countries have pretty strict rules about phone ownership and registration. Japan does require IDs to buy/register a phone. However, it does look like a single person could own more than one phone. What does that mean? It's possible the phone is Fujisawa's.

Clue #2: Fujisawa/Sei's Dynamic

Fujisawa definitely pays for the condo.

"Something like that" is because really Sei is nowhere in that apartment. He lives there, but everything in it pretty much matches Fujisawa's choices and design aesthetic. We also know that Sei's clothes came from Fujisawa. It's not out of the question that Fujisawa would have bought Sei his phone.

However, Sei DOES have his own job which means he has his own money. He CAN buy his own phone. He feels like "a parasite" which could go several ways. It could mean Fujisawa pays for everything OR it could mean Sei would try to pay for as his own belongings to assuage his guilt at not being able to help much with the rent.

Clue #3: The Phone Case

The phone case is The Starry Night by Van Gogh. It carries a lot of meaning. None of that meaning would apply to Fujisawa. It is 100% related to Sei as a character. Also, this phone case does not match Fujisawa's aesthetic at all. It's the ONE thing in their condo that actually seems like it belongs to Sei.

Clue #4: Dialogue & Symbols

I've said it before. I'll say it again. The symbols are everything to me in this show. Feel free to disagree. Phones carry meaning in this show, and it already told us that all of our secrets are on them.

Does this preclude the phone from being owned by Fujisawa? No. Absolutely not. But it does imply that phones are personal.

Clue #5: The E-mail Address

Subtitles always have a chance of being wrong; however, the subtitles indicate that the e-mail is indeed Sei's. The kanji also match what was later shown in the company e-mail/directory for Sei.

We know Fujisawa didn't read the e-mails until after he answered the phone. I 100% believe that if he had control over that e-mail address, he would've been reading them all along. Him reading it now is no different than Kaori reading Hagiwara's emails, and we don't doubt that Hagiwara owned his own phone.

So why does it say Kazuaki? Quite likely because Sei was crushing on Fujisawa. We're on Tumblr people. Even if you don't have one, you've seen 100s of usernames that are based on that person's blorbo(s).

If the e-mail is in Sei's name, why didn't they realize it was each other? There's a couple of possible reasons. Hagiwara is a very common surname in Tokyo, and Kazuaki is a common given name. It wouldn't be unusual for there to be more than one of them in Tokyo. Sei's name is definitely more uncommon though.

These are NOT their company e-mails. That was confirmed during the treasure hunt. When Hagiwara gets the e-mail about his new ID card, it comes to his company e-mail. It comes from Sei, but the e-mail address says S.Nakarai@isakado.co.jp.

As Hagiwara always refers to Sei as "Nakarai-san", it makes me wonder how often he encounters Sei's given/lower name at work. He definitely knows it. The kanji says it, and it matches the name on the personal e-mail. However, he doesn't use Sei's given name. It's probable he wouldn't connect the stranger's e-mail to the man at work. The world is large.

As a fun side fact that turned up during this treasure hunt. When Sei invites Hagiwara to call him, he uses the personal e-mail.

However, when Hagiwara wanted to call him after Kaori took his phone, Hagiwara looks Sei's number up using the company directory.

It means Hagiwara had access to Sei's phone number this whole time. He still didn't call Sei until Sei invited him to do so. I know that's common courtesy, but I still found it interesting.

Clue #6: Sei DOES break the SIM card, and he gets a new phone.

We end episode 6 with Sei in the condo alone. He has a new phone that he's using to listen to the rain 😭.

The phone looks black on the edge, but we can't really see the case. This could mean he broke out of the asylum and is now free. It could mean he's in a dark place. Hard to tell. Hagiwara's case has always been plain and black. I will assume that Sei did buy this one himself.

So DID the original phone belong to Fujisawa?

There's no way to know based on the evidence we have currently. There's layers upon layers of nuance and multiple interpretations of almost everything. Like many things in this show, you'll have to decide for yourself. I know that frustrates some people. It's what makes this show beautiful to me.

I've now written WAY too much about this show. For those that want to read it, here's a master list. I'll keep updating it as I add new posts.

[xelqua-the-jester]

Hi there 👋 I thought the little thing about your Creature Feature Au sounded cool and wanted to know of you had anymore info you wanted to share? I love it when people do messy timeline stuff and traveling between worlds and all that, makes my little lore brain happy (:

WAAA this ask made me smile so wide omg. I'd be more than happy to share more about it!!! (my apologies for the shortage been busy in life lol)

CREATURE FEATURE!

1.) Setting

It takes place in Hermitcraft Season 10 and Evolution, specifically during the midst of Watcher Obelisk trials. This AU does not contain Real Life or Wild Life as a part of its narrative (simply because of continuity / conflicting date reasons lol. Third Life - Secret Life are canon!). When Gem crosses over, it's basically like she's walking straight into a town going mad. The "portal" is actually a Watcher's Update Portal (the ones that the Evolutionists would use in order to jump from version to version). Nobody knows how it got to S10, but it sure isn't going.

2.) "Why Gem?"

Why not! Honestly, she just happened to be the first person I thought of when I was originally thinking about this AU and the pieces sorta started lining up soon thereafter. Considering her performance in Secret Life with raising the Boogeyman Army, her connection with the Watchers seemed like it would be strong enough for her to be the one to find this path.

3.) "Centaur...?"

YES!! I'm a huge fan of Hermit designs with fun and wacky headcanons. This AU is no different and follows a lot of the fanonly accepted tropes (Grian -> Bird/ Harpy Hybrid, Mumbo -> Vampire and/or Robot Hybrid, etc. I'll show off all my designs in due time LOL). That being said, these developments and hybrid changes are not present in the Evolution world. This is because of a few reasons. a.) As stated before, none of the Evolutionists have had these events occur to them yet. (Grian has yet to become a Watcher and gain his Watcher-like abilities, Pearl has yet to become "5 AM Pearl" and gain her moth-like abilities, Jimmy has yet to become "the Canary" and gain his bird-like abilities, (at this point) Martyn (and BigB in this AU) has yet to become Listeners and gain their Listener-like abilities). In Season 10, these events have already happened. b.) Due to being in such an early stage of humanity, Evolutionists haven't had the chance to literally evolve into these hybrid / abnormal beings, hence why they're all so surprised when a centaur shows up!

4.) "EVO!Martyn and EVO!Pearl. What's their deal?"

Well am I GLAD YOU ASKED!

In this AU (and in my own personal view of Evo), EVO!Pearl is a spy sent by the Watchers, specifically to keep EVO!Grian in line. Though not a Watcher, she does derive from the same plane as them, making her highly omniscient in the timeline of her life, including her future. Due to this fact, EVO!Pearl is aware that, at some point after Grian is taken by the Watchers, Grian creates the Life Series.

(Side tangent: In this AU, the Life Series is a seperate universe initially created by Grian, who does indeed have Watcher abilities at the time. After dying at the end of Third Life, however, he is greeted by the Watchers in the afterlife, who basically highjack the Life Series and starts taking control. They manipulate and force Grian to continue the games, even though he knows that it will only result in the cycle of watching his friends kill each other over and over and over again. As a way to try and compromise, Grian asked the Watchers to allow him to "split the universe", AKA live in another universe where his friends don't remember the Life Series (this universe being Hermitcraft) whenever the games weren't in session. The Watchers agreed but reminded Grian that the versions of his friends stuck in the Life Series universe will forever be tortured and exist in a limbo-like state in between the games (Eyes and Ears AU). This haunts Grian in modern day, but he pretends like it doesn't.)

EVO!Pearl resents Grian for the decision of creating the Life Series, considering the fact this means she is aware that he will eventually create a universe where she and all the friends she will make in the future will never escape a cycle of killing each other. This information drove EVO!Pearl basically insane, causing her to lash out towards the Evolutionists (Grian especially who, at the time, didn't even know what she was mad at him for) and distanced herself from them "out of safety". Eventually, EVO!Pearl goes missing entirely (but it doesn't stay that way once Gem starts coming along...)

EVO!Martyn has a similar tale, albeit a bit more complicated. At the end of EVO (which is when I believe Martyn becomes a Listener), he is also gifted with omniscience. It's a bit difficult to explain: Because end-of-EVO-Martyn has this ability, it retroactively makes AU-current-Martyn aware of his eventual fate. Unlike EVO!Pearl, EVO!Martyn is practically unbothered by this knowledge. Knowing that there is a future in which he wins with such glory! (Limited Life) Knowing that, someday, he will fight to bring down the Watchers that currently terrorize his town! It makes him PROUD! There's no shame in what the future holds for him. In fact, he makes jokes with/towards EVO!Grian about murder & betrayal frequently, something that angered EVO!Pearl prior to her disappearance. Simply put: He did not care!

("What about BigB?" because BigB's relationship with the Watchers doesn't start to truly bloom until the Life Series starts up (in a different universe entirely), he does not have the same retroactive powers (in the EVO timeline, at least).)

5.) "...So EVO!Grian and EVO!Jimmy don't know about the Life Series?"

Nope! Not at this point. Though Grian gains omniscience, he does not gain the retroactive abilities of a Listener, like Martyn. In fact, Hermit!Grian struggles to remember much of his time as an Evolutionist at all due to the fact the Watchers screwed him over so bad when they took him. Jimmy's situation matches BigB's, in which his connection with the Watchers started in an alternative universe, so he has no connection to it during his time as an Evolutionist.

6.) "How can Hermit!Pearl remember EVO, but not the Life Series?"

More Watcher manipulation babyeeee. Because Hermit!Pearl lives in a world where she does not remember the Life Series, her "memories" of Evo are warped. Though she knows she was (and still is) a spy for the Watchers, she has no recollection of ever getting "going crazy" (basically, she remembers EVO as how it actually happened OUTSIDE of this AU lol). Hermit!Grian knows that Hermit!Pearl doesn't remember the Life Series and does his best to prevent her from ever figuring it out due to the fact he fears that, if she were to learn about the fate of herself in the next universe over, it would trigger basically a sleeper agent emotion in her and cause her to end up like how EVO!Pearl did. And Grian does not want to see that happen again.

WOW that was a lot. I've been typing for at least an hour now LMAO

I could ramble about Creature Feature forever, honestly. I'm so grateful to hear that other people seem to be interested in it! If there's any more questions or comments on the AU, please don't hesitate to jump into my inbox!! I'm always so happy to answer them!! 💜

[thewalrusespublicist]

I am wondering if you have read the book on Mal Evans (Living the Beatles Legend), or have any comment on the following: according to the book, Mal lived with Paul in 1967 for a while when Paul didn’t have a housekeeper —and also helped Paul write the song Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts club Band. I have read that John practically lived at Cavendish during that time, which of course could also be true. Mal had the basement. But how would John feel about this - especially the song? It’s not been mentioned anywhere I’m aware of. Maybe he didn’t know, or maybe Mal exaggerated his role. The book also says Paul told Mal he would get royalties and a songwriting credit, which of course didn’t happen. I can provide quotes from the book if you’d like. I’d have to go through to look at footnotes. I will say that my impression of Mal (about halfway through the book) is that he was totally star struck, loved all the perks that came with being with the boys, loved meeting other celebrities, etc. He was eager to be in photos, help with the music, and get any recognition he could.

Hi anon!

I would love some quotes if that's okay as I haven't read the book! I have listened to couple of interviews by the author though so I will try to answer initially based on that.

First on if Mal contributed or not, I think it's plausible. We know that other people did contribute to songs such as Eleanor Rigby and that Paul didn't credit them on that. I cannot for the life of me remember the song or the person involved but there was someone else who offered a few lines for a song when hanging out with Paul, went away thinking they were going to get credited and was disheartened to find that it was still Lennon/McCartney. I recall that incident because it lead to him talking to Paul about it and Paul confirming that the belief in the John/Paul psychic mind link due to extreme closeness was mutual and not just John solo going off his nut lol. I can also see Paul getting carried away with promises to please Mal or caught up in the moment and then not following through as either he forgot, was being inconsiderate or knew that John would go off on one if he credited Mal.

As for John, this is related to another post I'm trying to get round to but if I recall correctly there were quite a lot of people in the house coming and going in 67' including John who I believe essentially lived there for Pepper's writing. If it is true and John found out then it would have gone down terribly lol. According to Yoko, John was jealous of Paul's relationship with Mal as it was. He was also possessive of Paul as a writing partner. John liked to be exclusive with his collaborative partners as his identity came from their fusion and the intimacy from that. In contrast, whilst Paul 'isn't an orgy man', he was happy to have fun on the side as it were, confident that these little dalliances meant nothing to the collaboration and intimacy with his designated writing partner. It was this difference that I believe lead to a lot of problems down the line.

This might be a bit of an off-the-wall suspicion of mine and perhaps some retroactive colouring of Mal's death onto an earlier time period but I suspect that Mal had a tendency toward depression and low self-esteem from early on and was using the Beatles as a means to deal with that by vicariously living through them. I personally also think he may have started a family out of obligation or what he thought he should be doing before realising that that life really wasn't for him and he wanted more than what he initially conceived of or had the confidence to follow through on. Compared to regular life, being with the Beatles was like being at Disney every day, it would be addictive if you were trying to avoid the banality of real life. As part of that, this is only speculation but I think he might have favoured 'his long love' Paul so much (despite Paul occasionally being a shite to him) not just because of Paul's many lovely qualities (save the aforementioned shite blips) but because Paul was the fantasy made flesh: he was beautiful, an incredible musician, the hit with the girls, the songwriting superstar and essentially the prince of London. He was everything Mal wanted to be and I think Mal basked in living that dream through Paul. It makes me sad to think what would have happened if Klein hadn't gotten involved as potentially Mal was one of his biggest casualties.

[oscarcito]

@.oscarpiastri: Well, my first painted helmet was actually an off the shelf design because I rolled in a karting crash the weekend before 😂 It was blue and red, then I added in yellow, and it’s stuck ever since. I’ve changed the design a bit every year, still tweaking it.

[unma]

My theory is that you've had (or currently have) a big thing for roleplaying, perhaps directly related to your aptitudes as a writer.

I feel like someone just sniped me through a buncha buildings and windows and still hit a head shot. How could you tell? I haven't actively roleplayed in at least a couple of years—not because I don't want to, tbh, I would if I could actually get back into it again—so I'm surprised anyone could tell. I still have a bunch of my proudest rp posts saved (it was mostly crp), and I was into it for at least 3 years or so.

It's definitely related to my aptitude as a writer though. Having to respond so often to some of the most detailed crp posts where you would and often did get technicality'd into oblivion (and would do the same back) definitely made me care a lot about the details, and I'm not gonna lie I do still draw on that still when describing combat sometimes. Getting technicality'd into oblivion doesn't sound too fun, but I assure you it was (once you got used to it anyway), and that community was definitely my closest set of online friends for a good bit.

[razzledazzletrassh]

no major fic updates just yet guys TAKE MY WOY OC I MADE LIKE. April of last year IM PLUGGING SOME INFO ABOUT THIS GUY IN THE TAGS.

I may also redesign her soon or something. Make her more bug-like with some stuff. I can cook guys let me cook !!!

[loregoddess]

yo I CAN recruit liches!!! let's go! Absolute funniest recruit so far bc I didn't even need to go insane with the chariot rewinds, the lich just decided "yeah sure, why not" on my first attempt to recruit her. Wild. (she still lowkey hates me though bc she started at a pretty low loyalty stat, which makes the entire thing so much funnier to me; Connecticut Clark moment if there ever was one in Tactics Ogre). Also "lich" is apparently the class that can recruit umbra, so now I'll have a new fun side project while I dungeon-crawl

(I'm thinking I need a necromancer for recruiting the phantoms though, I know they're recruitable, I just don't have the right class to do so yet, but I know necromancer is a playable class bc I saw it listed when I was checking out potential reclass options for one of my units. I desire skeletons and floating sheets in my army though, so one day, one day...still curious about what the "divine" enemy types are that clerics can recruit bc I have yet to see any)

Also I finally recruited a hydra! (the chariot rewinds to get said hydra were insane, there were so many different branches). So, unless there's a way to recruit the legendary critters, I finally have all the dragons--and I think all the standard beasts too (gryphon, cockatrice, cyclops, and a golem even though golems are technically tied to the witch/warlock class for recruits).

Anyhow, Pirate's Graveyard is quickly becoming my favorite dungeon in Tactics Ogre Reborn so far, although I am devastated that I can't recruit the krakens OR the dagons--I know they're just recolored octopuses, but I still want to recruit them...

[tsuchinokoroyale]

[red-dragon-archfiend]

My Yugioh anime hot take of the night is Alexis Rhodes might've been the main character if Jaden wasn't set in stone as the protagonist

[sysig]

Cool guys, measured in C° (Patreon)

[kirnet]

I know we’ve all talked this point to death but it’s wild to me that the plan is 7 books. Like, a 7 book series is a LOT for plot heavy novel series with just one linear path instead of a massive undertaking for an if. I expect that from a dense fantasy or sci fi series. Something that has a lot of plot to develop and explore. But a romance??

Having plot as a means to an end for romance tropes is fine. I don’t think anyone goes into a romance series for plot, they go for character and dynamics and tropes. But then how do u justify 7 books…

[noperopesaredope]

Me: *Writes a whole post about how it would be so cool to see Curly use morse code to communicate post-crash while still on the Tulpar and how that would alter his role in the story (even if it might not fit thematically in canon, AUs and fanfics still exist for a reason)*

This Post: "Morse Code"

Me:

You. You get me.

yeah i'm mad

[featherymainffins]

One thing about me is you can always count on me to want the character who is incomprehensible. People often say "Oh you're gonna want this one for sure" because they think I have a type. There's the secret: There is no type. The only type is confusion.

If the character you are showing to me is perfectly comprehensible and makes sense well unfortunately I will be normal about them. Horny? Perhaps. But to a normal degree.

Show me a cunt who makes no sense at all and it's over. I'm finished. KO'd. I'm done. It's over for me forever.