#very fun to figure out his geometry too!

[payaso-affairs]

⭐commission for @glittergummy⭐

This lad's name's Tiptask! He was a delight to draw 💖💖💖 fun color scheme and concept!

🪛commisions are open🪛

[dear--mars]

Academic rivals…? Pt 5

Synopsis: You hated Alhaitham. From his arrogance to his grades. Even looking at him made your stomach turn. But then why were you two embracing each other in the broom closet intertwining breaths together…?

Notes: Fem reader, OCC Alhaitham, Kissing, Graduation Ceremony

[Translations at the bottom]

Taglist: @sharkiestory

900+ words [not edited]

4 years. You endured 4 years as a student in the Akademiya. It was your graduation ceremony. 

“Please put your hands together for the valedictorian Alhaitham!” claps were heard throughout the gymnasium. You rolled your eyes at him before zoning out of his speech. That was until you heard your name being called.

“As for my dedication, I’ll be dedicating my speech to [Name].” Your head shot up. 

“And that concludes my speech.”

“...” Everyone was silent. The sage fake coughed before he asked.

“Are you not going to elaborate as to why…?”

“I don’t feel as if I need to.” was the last thing he said before he walk off the stage.

“Well, now we will be moving on to the awards.”

It was safe to say that people were getting annoyed at the fact that the only people who were getting any awards were you and Alhaitham. 

“For the creative writing certificate: [Name] and Alhaitham!”

“The mathematics award: [Name] and Alhaitham!”

“The science award goes to [Name] and Alhaitham…”

“Geography: [Name] and Alhaitham… Wait. I’ll be right back.” We watch as the announcer walks off to the back only to come back shocked. 

“Well, I’ve been told to call out all at the same time. Art, history, music, physical education, biology, chemistry, physics, social studies, technology, philosophy, graphic design, literature, algebra, and geometry will all be awarded to [Name] and Alhaitham.” 

“...” The gym was silence. No one said anything. 

The rest of the graduation proceeded as usual. 

It was only when the afterparty started when things got weird. 

The party was going fine but someone had spilled some juice all over the floor, so like a good person, I volunteered to get a mop not knowing what your friends had in mind. 

“Yeah, the mop should be in the broom closet!” One of your friends yelled as you made your way down the halls. Just as you opened the door you felt the sensation of hands pushing you. You collided with someone. Just before the door closed, you heard one of your friends say “Have fun!”.

“What's that supposed to mean?-” You were cut off be a deep voice.

“Could you stop pushing against me?” You let out a small yelp at the sudden voice.

“A-alhaitham?!”

“What?”

“Why are you here?”

“I came to get a mop but someone pushed me in here and locked it.”

“Wait. Was it because someone had spilled juice?”

“Yes and I’m guessing they got you too?”

“...”

“Why would they do this to us specifically?” He questioned before you gulped. 

“Probably because you like me…” You feel his breath hitch before he let out a scoff.

“There’s an error in your logic. I’ve never stated I’m romantically interested in you.” You think very carefully before blurting out that you knew what he said in Zulu.

“...”

“...”

“Hey, Alhaitham!” You called out to him.

“Hm?” He turned around to face you.

“I heard you can speak over 7 languages!”

“Yes, I can.”

“Wow! Tell me something in a different language.”

1 “Ufuna ngikutshele ini?”

“What did you say?”

‘They don’t understand me…?’

2 “Ngiyakuthanda. Ngikuthanda kabi ngaso sonke isikhathi uma ungekho kimi, kungenza ngifune ukukhipha inhliziyo yami. Ngiyakubamba kakhulu, noma ukhuluma nentombazane kungenza ngibe nomona ngoba udonsa umoya kangangokuthi ngisho netshe lingawela kuwe.” 

“That was so long. What did you say?”

“Figure it out by yourself.” he said before walking away.

“Wha-! Come on! You can’t just leave! Tell me!” Unfortunately, he was out of earshot.

“How long have you known…?”

“I found out a week afterward. People had heard you and spread rumors… Someone came up to me and congratulated me on dating you…” You said as you tilled your head down, hoping he didn’t see your face growing red. Fortunately, he didn’t but that was because he was looking away so you weren’t able to see his ears growing red. 

“How long do you think we’ll be trapped here..?”

“Knowing them, they’ll probably forget. Let’s wait for a little bit and if not we can just break the door.”

“Whoa! This is someones house! We can’t just break the door down!” You said as your head shot up. 

“It’s their fault for locking us in here…” he said tilling his head down only to meet eyes. Silence overtook the closet as your eyes lock with his. Your eyes scan all over his face and you ultimately land on his lips. It wasn’t long before Alhaitham started leaning in. 

You started leaning in too but as soon as you wrapped your arms around his neck a shock ran through your body and you pulled away. Alhaitham raised an eyebrow. 

“A-are you sure you want this?” You asked. His eyes widened.

“You have no idea what I want.“ He said, snaking a hand to the back of your head before pushing your head towards him. The kiss was a lot more tender and passionate considering Alhaitham. It was a long, deep kiss that left you breathless. You pulled away trying to catch your breath. But Alhaitham followed your lips, wanting more. Your chest swirls at the feeling of care and affection behind the kiss. Warmth spreads throughout your body as your knees get weak. 

You finally break away. You huffed heavily as you try to catch your breath. You looked up at Alhaitham who was as red as a tomato. Your eyes widened before giving him a smirk. 

“Oh~? Is the all mighty Alhaitham blushing?“

“Shut up.”

“Wow. We literally just made out. Don’t tell me to shut up, bro.”

“Don’t “bro” me. I just had my tongue down your throat.” 

Translations

1 ”What do you want me to tell you?” 2 “I love you. I’m so madly in love with you every time you’re not with me, it makes me want to rip out my heart. I get so possessive of you, even if you’re talking to a girl it makes me so jealous because you’re so breathtaking that even a rock would fall for you.”

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[princess-schez]

Fic: Sweet Dreams, Beautiful Nightmare - Chapter 7

Warnings: Some language, and just a short chapter overall. (Sorry) Genre: Bill Cipher/Reader fanfic Summary: The Reader has been plagued by violent nightmares for as long as she can remember. Deciding to move to Oregon for a simpler pace of life, it is there she meets the dream demon himself and begins to unravel a mystery connecting them both. Notes: N/A Fic under cut below.

Chapter 7. “He is very bad news,” Dipper said, waving his hands in emphasis before crossing them over his chest. Mabel, with a dreamy look still in her eyes, stated, "It's adorable that he has a crush on you," as Dipper looked at her skeptically. “All I know, it was just weird as hell,” you said as Dipper and Mabel joined you in your room, sitting on the floor beside the bed. “What else did he say or do?” Dipper asked. You rubbed your neck. “Uh, well, that was it,” you lied. You had purposefully omitted specific details of the encounter with Bill, knowing it wasn’t appropriate for two young teens. “Well, he said ‘those aren’t simply nightmares’ before he left, so I don’t know what to make of that.” The twins looked at you quizzically, and your face felt warm again. “I—I’ve had strange dreams as long as I can remember, and since I first decided to move to Oregon, they’ve only gotten worse. They’re so vivid, and it’s just—” “What are they about?” Mabel asked. “I don’t know. It’s like I’m viewing it from my perspective, but something is off too. Like, I’m not me per se. And there’s usually fire and destruction around me like the world is ending. And I feel like I’m always dying.” The twins shot a worried look at each other before looking at you again, each saddened by your words. “And this one I just had involved some weird deer-headed woman. She killed me in it.” “Huntokar?” Dipper asked. “Yeah!” you replied. “I remember hearing that name, too. Like over and over.” “That is weird,” the boy replied. “Somehow, that monster is tied to you and—” “Ooh, another mystery to solve!” Mabel interjected. “But,” she added, suddenly saddened, “you have to go. Don’t you?” Oh crap, you thought. In everything that had happened in the short time you were here, you quickly forgot that you still needed to get to your destination. “I must admit, I kinda want to figure out what all this means. And I don’t have to leave right away. And only if it’s okay with your grunkles if I stay longer.” “YES!” Mabel fist-pumped the air. Dipper looked happy, but kept his emotions more in check than his sister’s. “I’m sure they wouldn’t have a problem with it,” he laughed. “So, uh, what is the deal with Bill, anyway? Like, what is he exactly?” you asked. The atmosphere’s tone quickly changed from one of fun to one more solemn. You were curious about him. From what you had seen—and experienced firsthand—he didn’t seem all too bad. Besides, he was a triangle, for fuck’s sake; how bad could he be? The twins shot another look at one another. “Bill... Bill is a demon,” Dipper replied. “A terrible and very powerful one at that.” “A what?” “A demon.” You raised an eyebrow, not expecting that response at all. A demon? You thought demons were just stories meant to scare people, not sentient beings in the shape of a geometry problem. But as it was, you now had one very powerful, evil demon that was also hella horny for you out and about in the world. Yeah. You always were able to attract the weird ones. As you processed this revelation, you watched as Dipper excused himself and came back a moment later carrying three heavy books. Setting them down on the bed next to you, he grabbed one, flipping through the pages until he found what he was looking for. Then, turning the book to you, you saw the page he had opened. A handwritten entry with sketches portraying the triangular demon and the words, “Do not summon at all costs,” was written across the bottom in bold lettering. Worry made your stomach turn as you ran a finger across the splotches that decorated the pages. “What is this?” you asked, taking the book from Dipper to get a better look at it. “Is that... blood?” “They’re journals our Grunkle Ford made, chronicling the weirdness of this town and his encounters with it,” Dipper replied. “This is his entry on Bill Cipher.” “And we’re pretty sure that is blood splatter on it,” his sister added, a look of disgust on her face. “We almost lost these during Weirdmageddon... well, we did lose them; Bill destroyed them. But after we thought Bill was defeated and everything went back to normal, the journals came back again.” Your eyes scanned over the pages, hardly believing it. You flipped through the journal, each section stranger than the last. Gnomes. Zombies. Demons. A cold feeling settled over you as you handed it back to Dipper. This demon seemed to know something about you you didn’t. And that worried you because it also somehow tied into this other monster, Huntokar. “What do you think he wants with me?” you asked, trying to keep the nerves out of your voice. “Don’t know. Bill always has an angle,” Dipper replied, a slight smile pulling on his mouth at the pun. “But Bill can’t be trusted. That we know for sure.” “I’m not gonna lie; I’m scared of what this all means and how it’s connected to me.” The twins quickly hugged you, and you were grateful for it. Despite having known them for only a short time, you felt as if you knew them forever. “We’ll figure this out,” Mabel said comfortingly, pulling away to look at you. Her eyes sparkled with confidence and enthusiasm. “Thanks.” You ruffled up her hair a bit. From downstairs, you heard their Grunkle Ford calling up to them. “Do you guys wanna go out for lunch?” “YES!” they yelled back.“We’ll explain Weirdmageddon to you at the restaurant,” Dipper added. “And we can ask them about you staying longer.” “Okay, cool,” you replied as you followed the kids down the stairs. ____ AO3 / Wattpad Chapter 6 / Chapter 8

[thespectralvision]

Iron Studios 1/4 Scale White Vision

When Iron Studios announced their WandaVision 1/4 Scarlet Witch and red Vision, I had high hopes they would announce a White Vision too. Lucky me, they did a few weeks later and I had to get him. I have also purchased the Scarlet Witch 1/4 Scale coming out, so hopefuly she’ll be shipping soon (You can see her HERE)

I apologize for the clutter in some of the photos - I’m still in the process of getting my collection organized and decluttering in this smaller space. 

More photos and rest of review under cut:

I’ll start with the good: I like the headsculpt a lot. The sharp geometry looks really good, and the likeness isn’t bad. It’s much smaller scale of course than the Queen Studios piece I have him displayed next to, but still clearly resembles Vision/Bettany. I love the amount of detail they put in, with the larger scale we can see the lines and shapes more clearly than the Hot Toy (which I still need to review, he arrived right before the madness that was the holidays). From an artist perspective he’s a great reference since the Legends figure is clearly based on concept art and his head sculpt is not accurate to the on-screen design (more on that RE: This piece later on), and the Hot Toy is very screen accurate but due to the movable head the lines do not always line up.  I also love the *presence* this statue has. Even next to the 1:1 scale bust, he’s impressive and catches the eye. HIs pose is simple but Vision never has the most exciting poses, and this statue is clearly meant to mirror and be displayed with the red Vision in the line to recreate the library scene. His base is a little simple but clearly emulates the set and I really like the burned out wood from the fight effect. (Pictured with Queen Studios 1:1 Bust, and the Hot Toys 1/6 Scale White Vision for scale). He looks and feels like a high quality piece.

The translucent material for his cape also looks great. I know some people are iffy on mixed media in statues, but for this piece I think it really enhances it and mimics that simulated-fabric look that the on-screen cape has. It has a wire to pose which feels a little fragile but lets you fan it out, and when the fan catches it the cape flutters which adds another fun effect while looking at the piece.

Now what I *don’t* like, and this is a peeve of mine with most of the available merch of White Vision - the sculpt is not screen accurate to White Vision’s MCU costume. I think a lot of the WandaVision merch was put into production with concept art, because aside from the Hot Toys pieces (the 1/6 figure and the Cosbaby) and the Funko Soda White Vision chase figure, none of the products released for this guy have been accurate to his final appearance in WandaVision. The main obvious difference is the groin area - White Vision has the silly little underwear design (pulled straight from the comics and it’s stupid but I love it) while this statue’s suit is clearly the red Vision costume but white. The bracers and greaves also look more like red Vision than White Vision, though the two designs are similar enough it’s not that noticable. There is also an interesting panel on the pack where the cape rests against his shoulders, that is not present on *either* white or red Vision in the MCU. It doesn’t look bad but it suprised me to see it.

That being said the proportions look good. The build and shape look very accurate to the character.

Overall though, when just looking at the piece it’s not that obvious, and I would rather have this beautiful boy than not have him. The inaccuracies were not enough to deter me from bying the statue, because he’s a very niche character to begin with, and given how few Vision collectibles were made available between Age of Ultron and WandaVision I’m taking what I can. According to the edition information on the base there are only 120 of the White Vision made, and I know that almost no pieces were put out by any major collection company for Civil War or Infinity War.  Maybe if Vision Quest rumors are true we’ll get updated pieces then, but I'm glad I’ve got this one in the meantime.

Bonus Comment: He has a nicely sculpted ass. Just saying.

There we go! It was fun to give this piece a review. I didn’t say as much about the Queen Studios piece because honestly he’s just breathtaking but I would like to review more pieces in the future. I love high-end fandom collectibles like statues and Hot Toy figures, and my collection brings me a lot of joy.

[halliescomut]

Secret Crush on You Watch Along 1/?

Basic idea- I was talking in a discord about wanting a BL that's just a slapstick comedy, because I honestly love that shit. Like 3 Stooges, but make it gay and romantic (though we don't know much about the 3 Stooges' romantic life, they could've been a gay throuple). So someone suggested Secret Crush on You and since I'd never seen it, I figured, why not? So here we go--

EP 1

-Really tried to trick you with that GL opener...rude. Hopefully we get more of that.

-Opening credits give some hints to some pretty ridiculous physical comedy...this is at least likely to be fun, other quality aspects are iffy.

-I do like the powder blue uniform suits, very cute, and different from what we normally see.

-I believe they're supposed to be in university, but their plan for the gift on the car was very 3rd grade. But that doesn't mean I didn't get unreasonably mad when Nuea threw it in the trash. Fucking rude.

-Toh trying to hid behind the car after knowing he'd been seen and laying on the street as the car drives away is precisely the shenanigans I was hoping for though.

-I do love how supportive his friends are. That's actually one of the things I really love to see in BLs. The friends are always down for matchmaking schemes.

-Toh's Keepsake box is a little creepy, but he's sweet so I'll let it go. Saving the oranges in the keepsake box, vacuum sealed or not, is a terrible idea. Ew.

-OMG I just saw the bedding!!!! Please for the love of Jeff Satur switch it out to the classic Slutty Geometry(TM) bedding. That's too weird.

- And now his daydream brought the bedding to life....I feel uncomfortable.

-God this is like watching Fiat jerk it in Don't Say No while thinking about Leo. Like, you can have your fantasies, but I don't want to be an observer.

-Ok, I got sucked in. The lunch table stuff was cute and Nuea's friend that's looking at Toh's friend like he's a snack outside the bathroom....I'm into it. (gif is not from that moment, but it's those characters whose names I haven't learned yet)

-Saint's here! That's all.

-And we have an inciting incident for Toh to get to know Nuea better Yay!!! The phone call was very adorable. Toh, is very sweet, if a little creepy what with the photowall of Nuea.

-Also, I was very afraid his pajama selfie was going to show the pillowcase with Nuea's face on it. If he hopes to ever get Nuea into his bed, he's definitely gonna have to do some redecorating.

That's all for episode one.

I'll post more as I watch maybe.

[stormboundscholar]

An update

Days 35,36,37,38,39/100 of Productivity

Hi everyone, welcome back to my blog! I missed a couple of posts again (sorry for that) so I have a lot to talk about! The last couple of days were nicer to me so at least this one won't be too much of a downer. I am going to split the post up into two parts so that it's easier to read, let's get started.

Part 1:My day to day

I was feeling a little down the last time i posted. It's often hard for me to lower my expectations. Still, I think that it was important for me to realise that I may have been getting in over my head. Thanks for your support, I haven't figured out how to talk with commenters or reply to comments so I couldn't tell this without a post, but I wanted to tell that your words were encouraging to me.

It was still a little sad. I had school on Friday, so I went to bed and tried to sleep it off. I am happy to say that it worked.

Friday was pretty nice. They send us home a bit earlier on Fridays so I got home at 3, and I started studying right away . It was a bit boring but it was still really nice imo, as I actually finished all my assignments that night. I was free to do whatever I wanted in the weekend.

I am a bit sad to say that Saturday and Sunday went a bit worse than I expected them to go. I didn't actually have anything to do so I decided to study some maths. I took my study books and workbooks and I started to revise some topics that were challenging for me.

I couldn't do that for long though, chores interrupted me a couple of times, and I couldn't get back to work. I just got caught up with social media and also wasted some time playing a game that I found online.

I think that it should be OK to spend some time online but sometimes I get a little worried. I used to have a very bad Internet addiction and I have to control myself to avoid returning to my old habits. I think that everything is under control for now though.

Monday and Tuesday were just average. School days are usually pretty routine as I get home late and school isn't really a place to do anything fun. Still, it is a bit easier to concentrate on my studies in a boring environment so I managed to do a lot of work!

That's all for now. I have written how much I studied below like usual, so you can take a look if you want to. Good night everyone, and good luck!

Part 2:My Studies

Friday:

1 Hour of Geometry

1 Hour of Literature

3 Hours of Maths (Integral Equations)

1 Hour of Philosophy

Saturday:

4 Hours of Maths(Derivatives)

Sunday:

6 Hours of Maths( A mix of some topics, revision)

Monday:

1 Hour of Biology (atp production, fermentation etc.)

1 Hour of Literature

1 Hour of Maths (Binomials)

3 More hours of Biology (Plant Biology)

Tuesday:

1 Hour of Biology (Ecology)

1 Hour of Literature

4 Hours of Organic Chemistry

Overall pretty nice couple of days. Saturday and Sunday were a little bad but I think the weekdays made up for them!

[motownfiction]

through the heart

Sam thinks a good song should stab you through the heart.

And to him, that’s not strictly a bad thing. Sometimes, getting stabbed through the heart is the best thing in the world, like when it’s Valentine’s Day, and Cupid shows up just in time to get you a date with your sweetheart. He smiles just thinking about it. He’s had some great Valentine’s Days over the years. He leans over the counter at the store and falls into them.

Valentine’s Day, 1984. He and Steph had been going steady for almost two whole years by then. It was a Tuesday, and Sam had nothing planned. Over the weekend, he’d been a little too focused on not failing his geometry test. The very real threat of summer school was looming over his head, so he figured he might as well take some time and teach himself how to master proofs. He got an A on the test, and instead of congratulating him, Mr. Altadonna was angry. It was one of those “If you can get an A on one test, why can’t you get A’s on them all?” things that Sam’s pretty sure he’ll hate for the rest of his life, even now, a long time away from school. Either way, when Sam turned up at school with no card, no flowers, and no chocolates for Steph, she acted like she was cool with it … but Sam knew better. Steph’s always been a great artist, but her artistic prowess has never extended to the theater. Sam ran out during lunch, bought her one of those heart-shaped chocolate boxes, and sat in the car with her until it was time to go back to class. Sam doesn’t really remember what they talked about – probably his geometry test – but he remembers how happy Steph was to chew on those cherry-centered chocolates. Whenever he hears “I’ll Be Around,” he thinks he can taste that artificial cherry center … and how perfect it was.

Valentine’s Day, 1992. Sam and Eddie had been together since July, and things between them got serious very quickly. That was the thing about dating Eddie. Nothing was ever just for fun. Everything had a purpose. Eddie loved organization, but on Valentine’s Day in 1992, it’s possible he loved Sam even more. He was a poor grad student then, still working on his dissertation proposal, but he took Sam to Joe Muer in the city, anyway – a whole year before Chuck Muer went missing on that boat, which in retrospect, makes Sam feel very small and very old at the same time. Sam remembers how the waiter looked at him funny when he turned down any and all liquors, but more than that, he remembers the way Eddie got indignant on his behalf. You’re gonna judge this man’s rum and Coke without the rum? he asked, and Sam remembers how easy it was to feel loved, to feel protected. He remembers the way they drove home singing along with “Dreams” on the radio … remembers what it was like to drive all over Detroit and feel like he was made of magic, too, just like Stevie.

It is now Valentine’s Day, 2000. Sam hasn’t really been with anybody since Hazel McCall moved away, a little more than a year ago. Apparently, being in love on the precipice of the new millennium was too much for Sam to ask. Today is Monday, so the store is open. They’ve had a steady stream of customers all day – some single people pretending like they didn’t know what day it was, some frantic boyfriends and husbands trying to remember what record they were supposed to get for their music lover at home, some couples treating the store like a destination (which, a little over a year ago, Sam would have found extremely charming). But it’s the end of the night now. Single people are at home, couples are at dinner, and Sam and Nashwa are at the store, getting ready to close.

“Is there anything I can do?” Nashwa asks. “You know, besides the usual.”

Sam looks up from his shoes and remembers where he is, what question Nashwa just asked him. He looks at her and nods.

“Yeah,” he says. “You can put on whatever record you want.”

Nashwa grins.

“Really?” she asks. “I get to pick the closing song?”

“Don’t act so surprised. I’ve let you do it before.”

“Yeah, but not on, like, a holiday.”

“Well, we’re not open most holidays. And I feel … like a bag of popcorn where only half the kernels popped, so I think you should pick the song. So, pick it.”

Nashwa makes an immediate dive for the record player (and the stack of records she’s been gathering since her shift began). She puts on something familiar, and Sam doesn’t mind. He thinks he needs familiarity tonight. Lord knows he won’t find it anywhere else.

You’re looking kinda lonely, girl / Would you like someone new to talk to?

Sam laughs.

“This is what you’ve been dying to listen to all night?” he asks. “Dr. Hook?”

Nashwa shrugs.

“I can’t help what I like,” she says.

“Hey, I don’t blame you. I kinda like this song, too. I always thought it would be fun to get into a bar fight to.”

“But you don’t drink.”

“True. That is not, however, a requirement for getting into a bar fight. Pretty sure I just have to be standing in a bar. And I can do that. As long as the bartender doesn’t make fun of me for taking my rum and Coke without rum.”

He smiles. He wonders what Eddie’s doing tonight … who is Eddie is with tonight. It’s been much too long since he’s asked Daniel about him.

Sam grabs a rag and wipes down the counter like he’s the bartender now. Dr. Hook plays on in the background. It’s almost surreal, but this is another one of those Valentine’s Days that he’s pretty sure he’ll remember. It’s another one of those songs that will keep on stabbing him through the heart.

(part of @nosebleedclub february challenge -- day xiv!)

[wildstar25]

2, 4, 16

question list

2. How did they learn to fight? Have they learned other martial or magical arts since then?

Arsay's first fighting skill was arcanist magic! Her caretaker, Emrara emra, was a retired adventurer who had specialized in healing magic. The bookcases of Arsay's home were lined with old grimoires and codex from Emrara's travels, and she would often sneak one or two out of the house to try and figure out what all the shapes and lines were meant to do. By the time Emrara figured out her kid was practicing magic, little Arsay had managed to figure out summoning the carbuncle familiar by "thinking of fun shapes!". Any attempt to teach Arsay the actual geometry behind the magic led to the most messed up carbuncle known to man. I'm talking full on mess of polygons you'd see in a corrupted game. Frustrated, Emrara resigns to let Arsay practice magic however she can; and begins to pen a letter to her old guild stationed in Limsa Lominsa. Maybe in-practice Arcanists might be able to teach her. That said she instantly found herself in the rogues guild upon arriving at limsa. She learned all her rogue skills from Jacke! She picked up surprisingly quickly too. Granted she's used a knife before, its pretty standard to have one on your if you sail at all. But dual wielding is a different story! She's always been spry and light on her feet, so that might of given her a leg up! This then of course led her to meeting oboro and learning ninjustu from him.

Arsay did of course go back to the arcane, and even learned the ancient Allagan art of summoning with the help of Y'mhitra! since ushering in the seventh astral era, she's tried out a few other types of fighting techniques but not much has stuck. Most of what she learned came from her traveling companions. She demanded Estinien to teach her how to use a lance as they traveled through Coerthas and Dravania. As well, she had gotten Lyse to give her some tips with hand to hand combat as they travels through Orthard.

She's also picked up astrology and machinistry (would they call it gunnery?? not sure) while she was running about Ishgard but those are just hobbies for her!

4.Are they the kind to ask first or stab first? Was there a time they really should have picked the other option?

Definitely ask first! She'd feel terrible if she hurt someone who wasn't being actively malicious! Plus as a scion she's always interacting with high ranking figures from other nations... the last thing she wants to do is cause a political event.

The only time that she wishes she had done otherwise was on Baelsar's wall. Had she simply gone for the throat right away instead of letting Ilberd monologue and enact his summoning.... well she felt like she had let everyone else down in that moment.

16. Tell us about the two major events from MSQ that left the deepest emotional scars on your WoL.

Heavensward and Shadowbringers 5.0 -> 5.3 spoilers under the cut!

The first that comes to mind would be the the vault!

While she could easily deny the possibility that her scion friends didn’t make it out of the tunnels in ul’dah; she couldn’t will away what happened to Haurchefant right before her eyes. A dear friend died to keep her safe. She felt terrible, and so very guilty. She’s no stranger to death at the point in her career but this is really when it hits her just how much she has to lose. This is when the cork pops on that bottle of grief she had put on her mental shelf. If he could die so could have the others. All of them, all her friends, could be dead so she could keep fighting another day. The pain and heartache she had that evening was like nothing she'd ever felt before. From then on she swore to do anything she could to make herself feel worthy of the life she’s been granted through their sacrifice and heroism.

This also became the point where Arsay started being much more clingy with her friends. Fully aware any day together could be their last, she refuses to let a single opportunity to let her friends know how much she loves them go by! As well, Arsay decided she'd smile twice as wide whenever she can; her way of honouring her fallen friend.

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The second moment is a tie between what happens in the final chamber of pyramid temple and the right after the seat of sacrifice

What can I even say about them other than wow Arsay's poor, big ol' heart sure got sent to the meat grinder in shadowbringers. I mean watching Y'shtola fall to the mysterious voice in the source had already given her enough heart ache, now she had to see her fall into a dark pit (presumably to her doom) too?? This was so very cruel!! THEN she had to see her bf get crystalized! turned into a statue!! AND there was a chance that the memory transference wouldn't even work for him specifically! She was literally so devastated about both events as they took place. It doesn't matter if they are fine now, the faces of her loved ones in those "final" moments are absolutely burned into her brain forever.

[magicstormfrostfire]

If you played/watched gameplay of Sonic Frontiers, what did you think about it? :3

Not gonna lie I....h-havent finished it yet I just got to the second Island with Knuckles *-sob-* i need to pick it back up.

But what do I think? I LOVE it. Its absolutely wonderful. Im not really a huge gamer buff type of person so i cant give like, a really detailed/informed review of the mechanics and gameplay loop so bear with me lol.

I will say it makes me feel so....idk how to explain it. I love RUNNING. I love the open space, the grass, the rain, it feels like I'm outside without a care. The game lets you just. Be free. I love open world stuff and BOTW was probably my favorite game and Sonic captures everything i love about open world just like BOTW did.

I think the story is fairly interesting so far (i have the frontiers tag blocked until i finish it, so i dont know much) and i think Sonic and the other's feel veey much like themselves. Amy's interactions with Sonic are something I always scrutinize because of how she was used in the past (gets war flashbacks) and i really like them here. Amy is her own person, and if she likes Sonic doesn't matter or not in their friendship. She's still a girl who's about protecting others and the power of love, but she's also mature and upstanding.

I think the stuff with Sage and Eggman is interesting in and of itself too. But i havent gotten far enough to see what that's all about.

Also i love just the open world puzzles you can use to get around. Theyre very fun and its just you figuring out how stuff works. (I really appreciate Sonic's little chuckles and grunts anytime you repeatedly hit against a surface. Hes having fun. I tended to do that a lot in when i got stuck on geometry or failed at a wall jump and his little laughs made me less frustrated lol)

The combat is super fun and i love how it feels to hit enemies in combos. And getting new combos! Its also nice that the classic sonic running levels are included in the game in a portal type way. They're still there and required for gameplay, and it feels like they wanted to include both tradtional sonic gameplay and open world experimental stuff. Im actually really terrible at the classic 'running/platforming' format Sonic has to be honest. But im glad its included and made part of the game to progress. Its an integral part of Sonic games after all.

Overall i really like the game and i desperately need to get back to it haha

[wolverinetma]

i'll eventually figure out what i want to do for my verses page but for reference for now:

main verse: earth-616

splits from canon about a year after krakoa starts. it's not that logan doesn't like the idea behind krakoa--a place for mutants to live and be themselves--he just doesn't think it's going to happen if they're alone on an island. the only way to really getting that whole "peace and understanding" vibe between humans and mutants is by actually being exposed to each other. so logan founds a school for mutant kids outside NY, where really anyone who doesn't fit the "normal" can come and learn. learn what? well, to control powers of course. but also math, science, literature, foreign languages. what, did you think just 'cause you can fly you shouldn't know some geometry? also, fun fact: ororo, kitty, and jean went behind logan's back and named the school logan howlett's school for gifted youngsters.

fallout

specifically fallout 4 flavored. logan survived the nuclear apocalypse because of course he would. it'd take more than a nuke to stop wolverine. the problem, then, is that all his friends are dead, and quite frankly, he isn't keen on making new ones. as superheroes fade into pre-war history, logan sticks to what he knows: the wilderness and wildlife, with very few treks into town every now and again. he meanders from one side of the country to the other, occasionally helping folks out, but mostly just blowing through. at least, that's what he did until he heard about this real charismatic guy cleaning up the commonwealth in an unusual way--the guy in question turning out to be one steve rogers. tony stark's somehow there too, and with two familiar faces, logan finds himself sticking around.

[dreamkidddream]

Those Doll!anon fics were really amazing! I really wanna do something like it if you don’t mind. Could I maybe get a Yorkie!MC? Like, a really short, really friendly MC until they feel like they or one of the brothers/undateables are being threatened or insulted, then they try to pick a fight they’d obviously lose? I’m just laughing at the mental imagine of this short, unthreatening human yelling at and trying to square up against a demon lol.

Awww tysm!! 💙I missed writing for Obey Me (and we also hit 666 followers at this point 😈💜) and since this was so interesting I decided that I’m gonna do the Undateables first and then do the brothers cause I feel like I don’t show them enough love 😔 reader is gender neutral!

The Undateables with Yorkie!MC

Diavolo

He is LOVING your energy

Your happiness is so contagious, it just adds onto his already cheery demeanor. He honestly feels his cheeks hurting from smiling even more when you’re around (and he doesn’t even care!)

He’s gonna buy Lucifer so much Demonus as a thank you for picking you for the exchange program. Seriously, you’re PERFECT (for him)

As the President of Student Council and future King, he loves seeing you interact with the other students, and he’s glad that they’re reacting positive to you. At least some of them do

Now, no one is to foolish (or powerful) enough to threaten Diavolo or do anything to you that can bring you harm. They can try, but they won’t be getting the results that they hope for

But he can’t help it but find it amusing when you try to “defend his honor” when someone bad mouths him. He makes sure to not let it show (gotta be professional after all) but he does tease you about it later. You’re so small and seeing you just yelling square up to this demon is hilarious. He has no idea what geometry has to do with this, but he’s learned some new slang thanks to you!

He’s finally found someone who’ll go along with his antics and more. Whereas other people may complain about him wanting to do fun activities that seem basic, you just flash a big smile, grab his hand and tell him to lead the way

(You even made matching friendship bracelets and he refuses to take it off, ever)

You really make him happy MC. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s ever felt this lighthearted, and he doesn’t feel the sense of loneliness that he felt himself getting used too

Also Lucifer gets twice the headache now, but the Demonus helps it go away (temporarily)

Barbatos

Ah, so another Luke, except older and that you take your threats of violence very serious, if what he sees (both in the present and the future) holds true (which it does)

You’re still harmless in his eyes though

Your friendly personality makes it easy for you to be forgiven for a lot of things…even if your actions make him give you the side eye at times

Despite how energetic you are (which is something that he’ll never grow tired of) your presence has a relaxing effect on him. Even if he has to warn you sometimes to be careful with the way that you bounce around so much, especially when he’s in the kitchen

He unfortunately can’t be by your side as he is Lord Diavolo’s butler, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t keep watch on you, even without the use of his powers

With how outgoing you are, you’re bound to attract trouble, in which you do at a constant rate. What was comical however, is that it seemed like the trouble you attracted was on his behalf

“MC, what seems to be the issue here?”

“BARB! You won’t believe this! This jerk has the nerve to call you stuck up- well I can show you stuck up! After I stick my foot up your- Huh? Hey, why am I the one being dragged away?! W- count yourself lucky that Barb is saving you right now demon! But this isn’t over- MPH!”

“I hate to spoil you before our tea party, but you were already late and I have been meaning to have you try my new recipe that I’ve been working on…”

You were too busy trying to savor the delicious flavor to focus on what just happen, which was his plan all along. You get to try more of his delicious treats and he gets to enjoy your touch and company. Crisis averted!

He’s crafty enough to have plans to evade you “fighting” and you haven’t caught on yet (or maybe you did and just feign ignorance? Either way works for him)

It doesn’t bother him what people say about him, he doesn’t care in the slightest (and they’re not bold enough to say it to his face). What he cares about is making sure that you keep your carefree energy, and that he keeps to see you with your radiating smile on your face

Simeon

You remind him so much of Luke. Are you sure you’re not from the Celestial Realm too?

Don’t worry he’s only teasing you (kinda) but you do have just as much energy if not MORE than Luke

And you don’t mind helping him either, no matter how “silly” his requests may be

“You’re doing great Si! See, you didn’t even need my help!”

“MC, I couldn’t have gotten to this point without you. My pictures are still coming out a little blurry, but that could be because you wouldn’t stand still- but it does add special kind of charm to them…”

He’s keeping them btw

He was shook when he saw you go off the first time, like he really wasn’t expecting it (Solomon did try to warn him, he was laughing but he did try to warn him)

“Don’t think just because he’s an angel means I’m bout to act like one! I will end you!”

MC please don’t make this demon “catch these hands” violence isn’t necessary

He doesn’t know what that means but he’s scared that he’s gonna find out if he doesn’t hold you back

He has reprimanded you each time when you try to fight others. He knows that demons see him as weak and talk behind his back, but he chooses to ignore them, to turn the other cheek. But just because he does, doesn’t mean that you do, and he sees that now

Simeon really doesn’t want you to fight, and it’s not even because it’s against his nature (it’s part of the reason, just not the whole reason). Fighting leads to injury, and injury leads to distress, and that’s the last thing that he wants to happen to you. And he’s not going to let anything happen to you!

He truly believes it’s a waste of time and energy, and you could find better things to do. For example, by spending time with him!

Simeon may not be your guardian angel officially, but he’s your guardian angel. Always

Has definitely written a character based on you

Luke

Is immediately upset that you don’t stay in Purgatory Hall with him, and even more upset that you don’t live in the Celestial Realm

You’re like the best older sibling he’s never had! And you don’t treat him like a baby either!

Or he’s just admiring you too much to notice

You never hesitate to help him with anything; baking, homework, pretty much anything and everything. He may try to make it seem like you need his assistance, but we all know it’s the other way around (with the exception of Luke himself)

We all know that Luke gets teased by the brothers and even his roommates sometimes (looking at you Solomon), but it’s just harmless teasing (for the most part). It’s when he hears what the other students say about him that gets to him- he tries to show that it doesn’t bother him and he tries to stand up for himself but- their words really hurt him

And no one hurts Luke and gets away with it

You already get onto the brothers for their teasing when it starts to bother him, and now the brothers have to jump in to stop you from trying to rip this demon horns’ off

You can’t really reach them and they’re pretty sure you won’t do any damage, but they rather not take the chance of you getting hurt

It’s not the first or last time that you do this either, and it just makes him feel horrible. He’s the angel here, the one that’s suppose to protect you, not the other way around!

You help him out so much, either without defending him you do so much for him already. How can he ever repay you? He feels like whatever he does won’t be enough…WAIT- he figured out what he can do!

He can get stronger and protect you! He can go to Beel so that you don’t have to fight for him anymore, or maybe have Solomon make some potions that’s like demon repellent but only for those jerks. If those mean demons see how serious and strong he is, then they’re bound to leave you guys alone! Maybe he can show you some tricks too once he’s done. He has to hurry up and tell you the plan then, you guys can’t wait any longer!

Their words do hurt, but so does seeing you putting yourself in harms way to protect him. You can’t do all the protecting MC, he needs to watch out for you too, no if ands or buts about it!

You and Luke are the duo we never knew we needed

Solomon

Ah, it’s about time he found a human as interesting and adorable as you. Where having you been hiding all his lifetime?!

He has wayyyy more fun teasing you than Luke. Your pout just makes things x100 better and cuter

Congrats on becoming his new victim MC

Another one to find you very amusing when you try to fight and won’t stop you either

He will dead serious be recording you trying to fight on his DDD. He’ll make sure that it doesn’t escalate but who is he to stop such entertainment?

He has become tempted to cast a superhuman strength spell on you, and he ends up doing it “on accident” (which has happened more than once)

Lucifer has done the “I’m watching you” thing to him every time he has lmao

But no seriously, he won’t let you get hurt; he won’t even let the chance arise. He’s already pulling you away before you can get yourself worked up fully, dragging you to the library or his room to test some new spells (one that he tempts you can use on these demons). It’s enough to get your attention back on him

You’re a daily source of his amusement and someone that he wants MC, but that doesn’t mean he can afford his favorite human getting hurt on his watch!

He’s no stranger to the gossip about him, nor is he clueless. It’s just all talk anyway, he doesn’t care and neither should you. But it is touching to know that you care this much about him and how he feels…

But he doesn’t want you to do this for him. He’s a powerful sorcerer, he can easily solve this without breaking a sweat if he wanted to, but he doesn’t deem it worthy to even waste a drop of potions on. But since you’re so concerned, maybe a quick kiss would make him feel better?

He thought you were a little gullible, but that’s not the case. You just have a very open and bright personality, one that he finds himself getting attached to more and more as each day passes

If he’s not careful, he might get more enamored with you than he already is-

[shitty17]

Rating every Gordon Freeman

Half life 1 gordon

Beloved and classic. Cannot beat the original! You gotta respect your roots. The man who started it all. He’s a tough quiet little redhead with a fun little pony tail. Fascinating design choices lead him to be a regular blank slate character who you can still pick out of the mass of similar ones by his iconic goatee and glasses. The early 90s art did a good job of showing you “this isn’t a giant beast of a killer man, this is your 40 something geometry teacher in a microwave with a gun” and that set the WHOLE precedent for Gordon’s character for me. The glasses, goatee, and defined cheek lines that seemed to be in every half life model at the time age him a touch more than 27, but if you stare at him long enough you can believe it. Plus, not a lot of detail to glean from a low poly model anyhow. His expression shows him as cool, level headed, and focused. He’s so fucking ORANGE holy shit. This is our very first Gordon! The fucking sexy SNATCHED little waist and chicken neck give him extra points for being a shitty little skinny legend. The metal diaper and looking like he’s about to give me detention because I spoke too loud in class docks tho.

9/10 Beloved classic Gordon who’s flaws can easily be waved away with “it was our first try”, and yet also make him a fun original stand out character.

Half life 2 Gordon

He is no longer my pain in the ass highschool teacher, he is now my bitchy gay college TA who rolls his eyes when the professor says some dumb shit and looks WAY too much like House MD if you get too close. Props for consistencey, this really is just a dolled up version of low poly Gordon. Still got his heavy brow and aged face creases so he looks more like a 30 something dad than a 27 y/o scientist, but that can be blamed on all the stress. Hes got bigger prettier eyes now. He’s still remaining cool and focused, but he’s getting upset. He’s getting distracted. He’s had enough already. And yet, he still finds it in himself to keep going. The new HEV is a VERY sexy little upgrade, maintaining core features such as keeping that waist cinched, and supporting his skinny chicken neck. Finally got RID of that diaper and replaced it with a stylish yet flirty dragon underbelly scale set. It do kinda give the vibe that his dick out tho, which is both hilarious and also pretty ballsy, pun not intended. The colors are not so orange now, which is good! Balanced it out with a lot of grey. Makes him easier to look at, but a little easier to glaze over. Everyone from my generation will know Gordon Freeman by these images, they’re iconic. A good medium between “a regular guy” and “rough tough white mchandsome fps protagonist”. Hairs a lil more of a pretty chestnut brown and still got that nice warm red tone to it. I can’t tell if these images are so iconic that it’s seen as the norm, or if I’ve seen this guys face so much that I’m used to it by now, but he does give off “just kinda of a mediocre guy design wise”. I like that about him. Gordon Freeman just being a regular dude is huge and important to his character. He’s been upgraded to be sleeker and cooler and that’s got him serious traction amongst fans but he falls a bit more to the “generic badass” bin with this. Still, a lot to love.

8/10: Brilliant, iconic, handsome, sleek, and cool to look at, but making him easy to sell action figures of detracts from his character. An upgrade visually but has yet to convince me that he really is as cool as he looks.

Half-life: Alyx

Sweet holy mother of Jesus Christ our lord.

Like. Where do I start. Okay I’ll start with the obvious. He’s cute now. He’s super fucking cute now. He no longer looks like Walter white. He looks like a young man. He looks like a barista you would get at Starbucks who’s voice has deepened from 5 years of T and he tells you to “have a nice day :)” in the sweetest of tones and you really do have a nice day because of it. He’s got big ole peepers now. His old man wrinkles have smoothed out. He’s got noticable birthmarks and freckles. His cranium is regular sized now instead of cartoonishly massive, making his hairline look less like it’s receding.

But also? The most important part? Even when he looks angry, even when he puts back on the cool focused serious look? Even when he tries to put on his classic badass look? It’s not convincing anyone any more. We know now. We know this is just a young man in a HEV suit. He’s not indestructible, he’s scared. Look at him. He clings to these weapons because they’re the only thing stopping everything else in the world from killing him. His brows are furrowed not because he’s pissed with blind rage, but because he has to focus and think and be careful or else he will get dropped. He’s hurt. He has taken damage to his suit. He is not indestructible unstoppable badass or the idol of freedom he’s been made out to be, he’s been sold as. This is a man. This is your friend. He needs your help as much as you need his. This in particular reflects the plight of society nowadays. In 2020, we have less and less faith in our governments and ruling classes, and the only faith we have left is feeling vulnerable and asking for help. This Gordon is relatable. This Gordon shows pain. This Gordon needs his family as much as they need him. This Gordon is being pushed too far, but he still says he can take it. This Gordon is way more badass.

They fucking nailed it. They made a perfect Gordon Freeman. I straight up could look at this dude for hours. He’s so cute I need to give him a bowl of soup and a kiss.

10/10. Unreal.

Bonus!

10000/10 if you squint Lamarrs eyes can look like Gordon’s eyebrows.

[prettypinkpuddles]

Sally Face X Black Reader

♡︎𝙰/𝙽: 𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚂𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

♡︎𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜: 𝙻𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕-𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝙽𝚊𝙵, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟶’𝚜-𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟶’𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚔....

♡︎𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

“Hey! Close the door!” You squeaked and hid yourself from the burning brightness emitted from the opened door. A small shadow slid through the opening of the door and quickly shut it, the word ‘sorry!’ repeated over and over.

Your eyes quickly readjusted to the darkness and you saw Sal, holding his school bag and a gameboy.

“Hey, Mask Boy.” You wiggles your toes at him and he hummed. “Was school tolerable?”

He shrugged, opening his bag and pulling out an orange car and setting it on the floor. You smiled and reached down to it, rubbing your thumb behind its ear.

“Hi Gizmo!” You grinned at the plump cat and he purred and pushed himself into your touch. Sal chuckled and sat next to his cat and leaned onto your knee. He began rambling about how his day at school was, how boring classes were, Travis, and a new oddity in the school he discovered. You listened to him curiously, albeit getting a bit agitated about Travis and his infuriating antics.

“I’ll come to school with you tomorrow….” You mumbled. “I know I don’t go much anymore, just having you and Larry give me my homework and letting you turn it in, but I’ll go with you guys tomorrow.”

Sal nodded, holding his excitement behind his mask and simply saying ‘ok’.

“You’re smiling under that mask aren’t you?” You teased and he didn’t say anything, just a noise of embarrassment. You giggled and ruffled his hair, continuing with your game.

“Did you get a new character?” Sal asked.

You sighed, “Unfornately no. They just gave me a stupid 4star claymore.”

“Hey! Claymores are badass!” Sal defended with a happy tone.

“That’s why I’d be a bow or pole arm user. Light weapons.”

You scoffed playfully, “Like you could even lift one! I bet they weight like 60 pounds!”

“Nah, catalyst needs no weight at all. Just waving your arms around with attacks.”

“Is that why you main Mona?” Sal smiled, watching as you used Zhongli’s burst to destroy a bunch of fatui.

“Hey! Mona is gorgeous.”

Sal took hold of his cat, stroking his tail. “She’s also very mysterious.”

“Which makes her even better! It’s written in the stars!” You grinned and Sal rolled his eyes.

“Ninguang’s better.”

You began quickly mashing your buttons, trying to defeat the stupid abyss lector in time so you could pass. Sal began chuckling at your rising frustration and when you started shouting for Razor’s burst to recharge, he lost it, bursting into a fit of laughter. You got really close to the TV and began shaking the controller, unleashing a purple wolf made of electro at the hydro abyss mage.

“C’mon! Just dieee!” You groaned and kept slashing the oversized fluff ball until it disintegrated into red ash. The timer stopped and it showed you with two stars. You raised the controller in the air and smiled, falling back onto Sal and cheering for yourself.

“You really hate abyss mages, huh?” He smiled at you and you pouted, raising a middle finger to the screen.

“Fuck you, fuck ya daughter, fuck ya grandmother, fuck ya dead great grandmother. Fuck you, and all ya kids. And your ugly ass motherfucking black ass son!” You jeered at the teasing enemies, a great distain for them in your heart. Sal crawled to sit between your legs and watch you blow through the spiral abyss. He urged you to use your bursts at times and would cheer for you softly whenever you managed to gain three stars. He undid his pigtails and pulled his fingers through them, even using it’s length to try and distract you.

You played for hours, co-opting with Sal and Larry to fight bosses, help Larry with his trash character builds and unlock all the waypoints in his world.

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You looked at the school’s name hanging above it’s entrance with annoying and a twinge of fear. You didn’t even realize how long you were there until a hand intertwined itself with your left one. You looked at Sal, a smile coming to your face and you walked inside. You waved to Maple and Chug, seeing them at Maple’s locker with a a notebook and a pencil. You didn’t bother to stop at your locker, deciding to carry your bag with you throughout the day.

“Hey Y/N!”

You looked to Ashley who was putting lipgloss on in her locker mirror. She turned to you and waved to you, walking up to you and Sal. You smiled at her and the three of you walked to your first classes.

When you sat down, you heard your teacher make a hum towards you. You looked up at him and he lifted his chin.

“I was wondering when you’d return, Y/N.” He croaked, his neck turning to look at the door. “I figured you’d drop out.”

A few giggles came out from the corners of the class. You felt an arm on your side, telling you to let it go but you tilted your head with a shit-eating grin, “And I thought you’d be fired, yet we’re both here so..”

Your teacher narrowed his eyes at you, which only made your grin grow with satisfaction. He began teaching, mostly boring stuff about biology. The only problem was it was so boring you felt like sleeping, until a buzz on your waist kept you awake. You pulled up your phone and read a text from Larry, asking you to bring the ‘stuff’ from your locker. You replied with an ‘ok’ and continued to pretend to pay attention. Your imagination began to wander, thinking of how big Bowser must be. At least 9 feet, but that’d make Mario an Italian midget…. And peach would be like 5’7.

Lunch was okay, but you didn’t eat the school’s lunch, not after the bologna incident. You watched as Sal came up to you from his geometry class and sat beside you. Larry and Ashley joined you. Larry gave you a look and you pulled up a grocery bag to the table. Larry smiled wide and untied it, pulling out a container of Chinese food. Ashley gasped and asked how he got it.

“Don’t worry I got us all food.” He reassured and pulled out a box of tacos for Ashley and a container of sushi for Sal.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were going to school today.” Larry said.

“You’re good. I’ll steal you guys’ food.” You giggled and immediately snatched a taco from Ash. She made a face and it made you snort. You immediately covered your mouth of embarrassment, your friends laughing at the noise.

“It’s ok, it’s cute Y/N. I promise.” Sal looked at you with warm eyes and you nodded shyly, biting into your stolen taco. Larry handed you a piece of drenched chicken bite and you took it, biting into it.

“Yknow, we should actually go out for lunch. It’d be more fun.” Ashley beamed.

“Yeah but I don’t wanna hear a teachers mouth about us leaving….” You rolled your eyes at the thought.

“What’re they gonna do? Tell us we can’t eat?” Larry laughed at his words and Sal shrugged.

“This isn’t too bad of an idea… putting stuff in one of your lockers.” He said and you nodded, wrapping your arm around him and pulling him to whisper in his ear.

“On your birthday, I’ll leave some applesauce and pizza for you in my locker. Your favorite brand and shop, ok?”

Sal nodded eagerly, his pigtail bouncing with happiness. The four of you looked around to see some kids leaving for next class and you decided to do the same.

“Hey, shithead!”

Sal sighed at the aggressive voice and turned to see Travis, an aggravated scowl on his face. You rolled your eyes at the dumb bully and started to pull Sal to your next class.

“What the hell do you want Travis?” He said, rather annoyed at these interactions with the boy.

“You think because your bitch is here you can act all hard in front of her?!” He shouted, which made you a little pissed. “Yeah, I’m talking to you, what?”

“Travis, you aren’t even worth my time.” You declared and turned away from him. A set of heavy footsteps came rushing towards you and Sal, a hand shoving you to the ground and a few thuds landed in your eardrums. You saw yourself on the tiles, and Sal on his knees holding his mask. You stood up and stomped toward Travis. He had a nonchalant look on his face, asking you what you were gonna do, that you wouldn’t dare hurt him. You whipped your hand across his cheek, pushing him back into the lockers. You stared daggers at him as you helped Sal stand and walked him to another hall. As Travis tried to get to Sal once more, you stepped toward him and pushed him back again, a look of rage on your face was enough to tell him to stop.

You looked at Sal once you were around the corner, trying to see if he was ok, but he hid his face. His mask was clutched to his chest and his fingers did their best to cover his scarred skin. You peeled them off, telling him to let you look and he closed his eyes in fear that you’d be disgusted. You rubbed his jaw, blood forming on his bottom lip and a gross slit on it. You wiped it gently, fear of opening the gash or hurting your precious Sal. You eyed the bruised lip, decided to lean forward and give the blue haired boy a soft kiss. He looked at you with wide eyes as you smiled sweetly at him.

You put his mask back on mad began to go to your next class but he stopped you.

“Why’d you…. Why’d you do that?”

You patted his head. “That’s what couples do. We’re no different, Sal. C’mon.”

He nodded and the two of you quickly rushed to class.

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You heard the door of your room open and turned to see Sal and Larry walk in. You nodded to them and they waved to you.

“Did you bring my food?” You asked and Larry put a bag of sweets on your dresser. You thanked him and Sal sat beside you as you clicked away at your mouse and keyboard. He watched as you looked at the cameras, flipped your bear mask on and winded up the music box.

“Hey… heyyyy, get back.” You ordered as you flashed the red fox. Then your fingers fumbled to pull the mask over your head and a broken down animatronic appeared in your office. You gasped held your breath, throwing the protective mask on, but to no avail. You died.

You groaned in frustration and reached for the box of sweetness, grabbing a soft cookie and biting into it.

“Why do you okay that game? It’s so scary..”

Larry mumbled. You smiled at his comment, saying the game wasn’t scary and that Larry was just a baby. He tried to defend himself, saying that the game was scary but when you started up the game and he saw the shiny new chicken move to another room, he shrieked.

You laughed as he proved your point and kept playing your game, trying to beat the night and advance. You listened to Sal and Larry go on about their school day and you laughed as you kept your focus on your game.

“Did Travis do anything today?” You asked and Sal shook his head. Larry gave you a look as you reached for another cookie, asking if something happened when you went to school. You shook your head and explained what happened with you and Sal.

“That little…..!” Larry fumbled his words from anger and you waved it off, telling him to calm down and to drop it.

“That blond turd won’t do anything. And if he does, I’ll kick his ass.” You declared. Sal smiled at your words, thanking you for your help earlier. You turned and smiled at him, “I’m your partner in crime. It’s part of my job description.” You turned back but saw a bright blue bunny with rosy cheeks jump for you, killing you. You groaned in frustration, hearing one of Larry’s screams of terror. Sal chuckled and apologized for distracting you.

“Alright you dumb animals…. Let’s see what you got.”

[traumbild]

Meeting at the Infinity Line

premise: 1921. Edward Elric has only been in Munich for a month when his father Hohenheim disappears… leaving Edward with only instructions to find his own housing. Strapped for cash and still meandering in mind and spirit, he resigns himself to an irregular schedule by renting a flat as a day tenant. At the same time, Alfons Heiderich moves from Augsburg to Munich and rents the same flat as the night tenant, a holdover until he can find longer-term housing when he returns from Romania. In this liminal time frame, without meeting each other in person, the two young men learn about each other like true scientists — through observation and hypothesis.

written for the Equivalent Exchange Anthology and featured in print project 1! pre-orders end on October 3rd, 2021: order your copy here! (see below the cut for image descriptions and citations)

notes:

A. in projective geometry, two parallel lines intersect at the line at infinity (also called the 'ideal line') - ha, ha

B. I borrowed the premise of this story from my favorite live-action series, Babylon Berlin

C. this was very fun to write and I look forward to sharing the story!

D. the timespan of the images in this preview post is somewhat wide; I hope you'll accept this!

image text - story excerpts:

1. Alfons’s dream is to design a machine that will travel into space. For now—good luck, he wishes, as he drops the envelopes into the post box and then taps the brim of his cap in greeting [...] —he hopes that one of these will make its way back to him with positive news.

2. For years, Edward had been in constant motion—they had, he and Al. It’s hard not to slip into a strange inertia without him. [ … ] He sighs and stands, with a creak from Hohenheim’s prototype limbs. The dexterity is awful; it’s no Rockbell work. Alchemists should stick to alchemy, mechanics to mechanics; each to their respective craft.

Then again, even Edward is trying to dabble outside of his usual sciences. Einstein, Oberth, he’ll see who’ll come out for the better—and come out on the other side.

3. [ Edward ] drops inelegantly onto the bed, only to bolt upright, with a hiss of pain, twisting around to find whatever jabbed sharply and unexpectedly into his back.

A book?

Hardcover, looking like it’s traveled its fair share: a collection of fictional stories. Edward leafs through the pages, unimpressed and irritatedly rubbing at the sore spot that H.G. Wells—evidently—dug into his spine with its own. [ … ] Edward’s eyes are drawn to a particular passage, underlined in careful pencil:

‘Face this world. Learn its ways, watch it, be careful of too hasty guesses at its meaning. In the end you will find clues to it all.’

4. Fairy tales? But then Alfons looks further: red, yellow, blue script in Latin that confounds his schoolboy proficiency, save for some—Sulphur, Aqua—inscribed above kettle-shaped glass flasks, which house small colorful spheres or even smaller humanoid figures. He flips the page. A translation in English, which he scans until:

‘Convert the natures of the Elements and thou shalt find what thou seekest.’

He snaps the book shut. Who is the person occupying this same space during the daytime? Is it a historian who sleeps in his bed? Perhaps an artist, a novelist? An occultist? Or a Time Traveler, Alfons chuckles, somewhat sheepish at the absurdity of that last supposition. Think more rationally, like a scientist or an engineer.

image description and sources - visuals:

1. Postcard of Munich, Germany, from 1907, showing the Frauenkirche and Rathaus and the skyline (source)

2. "Flying Machines" excerpt from the English translation of "The Pocket Book of Aeronautics, Hermann Willhelm Ludwig Moedebeck, 1907 (source)

3. A photograph of a prosthetic leg from the 1920s (source)

4. The title page of "The Time Machine," H.G. Wells, first edition (source)

5. Alchemical diagram of a flask containing black liquid and colored spheres; the text is Donum Dei, an Austrian or German alchemical text (image source) & (text source)

6. Pharus Plan of Munich, 1923 (source)

[owen-wilson-appreciation-club]

I think the reason I am attracted to Owen this much, apart from what Wes Anderson said about how people were drawn to him which is pure charisma in my opinion, is his life and his story.

I am guilty of treating celebrities like books or stories to be picked apart, their characters analysed. I know they live different lives, but I think people are fundamentally people. To me, a young person trying to figure out how to live, how people's life panned out teaches me about choices and consequences, and it helps me learn how to be a human, basically.

Owen and how he had no intention in becoming an actor and how he actually wanted to be a writer makes me think of myself. I, too, want to be a writer, but now stuck doing a job I'm pretty good at and more or less enjoy because it pays the bills. This job gave me a great, above average life and some sort of satisfaction, but in my mind, there is always one tiny voice that screams 'but you want to be a writer! Occasionally writing fiction for dead fandoms doesn't make you a writer!'

I mean, Owen seems to be doing alright. He is one of Hollywood's brightest stars. He is a household name, maybe not as a writer like he would have liked, but still famous and loved.

And I think of myself, as I finished another project. I know I am good at what I do, and I like doing it, but I couldn't stop thinking is this enough?

I’ll be honest with you guys: I’ve had this ask in my inbox for quite some time. We’re talking like, 2-3 MONTHS. I haven’t exactly known how to respond to it, simply because I run this blog as an excuse to be horny for a man many decades my senior.

But now, seeing as there’s an opportunity to get a little more serious, I feel ready to tackle this ask. (And it’s one hell of an ask, really made me think. Special thanks to the anon, I love you. Sorry for never initially responding, hopefully this makes up for lost time).

Let’s break it down piece by piece: His story is really a fascinating one. Hollywood is like that. It seems like everyone is different. But there are usually two archetypes I’ve seen:

You’ve got the nepotism kids. The ones who’s parents worked on films and they just happen to do it too.

You then have your kids who had some sort of trauma, or went through some tough shit, deciding to go into acting to cope.

Yeah, it’s different for everyone, but it’s usually a twist on those two. Owen doesn’t really fit either. He got expelled for cheating in geometry, went to military school, took a play writing class (which he didn’t graduate), got spotted by Wes Anderson, and the rest is history.

I feel like the culture surrounding celebrities is very different than your average Joe. It seems like when you step into the spotlight, you automatically give up the right to privacy and (seemingly) basic human decency. And as much as I’d like to chide you for picking apart a persons every action, I feel like everyone (myself included) does it too.

Though I really do love your point on learning from them. Because that there is literally human evolution on display. Humans, for centuries, have learned through stories, through the mistakes of others.

It’s totally okay to look over his life, one spanning over half a century, through the eyes of someone who’s life has barely begun, and take note of what works and what doesn’t. Especially if you want to go into the creative field.

It’s true that Owen wanted to be a writer. But you saying “writing for dead fandoms isn’t writing” simply isn’t true. Writing comes in many forms. You may not be a Sondheim or a Shakespeare, but you are a writer. The fact that Owen doesn’t write much anymore for two reasons. One, he’s said he usually loses focus while writing, so he needs someone to keep him on track. It’s why he and Wes worked so well together. Two, he doesn’t write much because of his acting career.

A lot of people see glitz and glamor and the fun side of the acting world, but don’t forget that it’s still a job. It takes up a lot of time. And he’s a father. That takes time too.

The fact that he doesn’t have time to write much yet we still consider him a writer should be enough to tell you, dear anon, that you are a writer. You take time out of your day to write. Who gives a fuck if it’s fanfiction or a poem? A haiku or an essay? An explicit oneshot or a non-fiction novel? Writing is writing. Plain and simple. Don’t ever let anyone, or your own head, tell you it’s not.

I also extend that sentiment to anyone else who needs to hear it because it’s true. You are a writer no matter what you dedicate your time to write. And sure, you can’t make big bucks off of fanfictions. So consider writing a fanfiction, changing a few names, and publishing it as your own work. If your job makes you unhappy, take your time to write short stories or a full novel. One word at a time. Grow your toolbox. Build your skills. And take that risk of showing your work to the world.

But back to Owen. For some reason, I have a feeling he likes the acting more than the writing. Because if he really wanted to write, he would have quit acting, turning down roles. I mean, he has an academy award nomination. That’s a sign that he’s a good writer.

Though perhaps Owen is the same as you, anon. Perhaps Owen looks at his solo work and thinks, “Is this enough?” Because, is it? He’s no Wes Anderson. Do you believe that he thinks their movies did well because of Wes and his creative stroke? Do you believe he thinks that Wes was the key to his success?

The last paragraph really has me thinking because, god, it sounds so Owen. Like it really sounds like something he would say. But you’re looking from the wrong angle. You ask if it’s enough mere moments after confessing you finished a project.

Anon, you finished a project.

Finished.

Many people never get that far. So instead of asking if it’s good enough, but think about the fact that you did that. Completed.

Often, we’re too critical of ourselves. Just know that if you don’t have faith in yourself and your work, no one will.

So yes, anon, I do think your work is enough. Because it came from a good place. Maybe you’ll never see this response, and that’s my fault for delaying it for ages for no good reason. Just know, if you ever do see it, I’m proud of you.

And if you do quit your job to become a writer? If you ever do put out a book? Let me know. I’ll be first in line to buy a copy. ❤️

[amazingphilza]

study buddies :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some headcanons if the mcyts were trying to help you do hw :D

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

tommyinnit

i feel like he’s the type to be in a long discord call with you whilst you both try to finish your work

mans uses the screensharing feature like there’s no tomorrow

“y/n watch my stream on discord and help me guess the answers”

“tommy no! i haven’t even taken a film class before”

“your guess is good as mine”

“just cheat and google the answers!!!”

“fuck you”

he actually just wants your attention because he’s bored out of his mind doing homework

five minutes later of asking you to help him guess questions he’s like

“hey y/n”

“what now?”

“let’s play bedwars”

“oh my god shut up!!!”

if tommy has to speedrun something before a deadline, it is a whole different story tho; he will be so focused on completing that he won’t hear what you’re saying

if you’re struggling in math, you’re on your own

“math is shit, only numbers i need is my primes and youtube analytics” says tommy any time you complain about math

besides the fact he isn’t good at solving math problems, you can’t even read his handwriting if he did try showing you how to do a problem

“okay, y/n, it’s simple, just look” he says in his kareninnit voice and everything

you’d be like “is the variable a G or a 9??”

“fuck you that’s a 4!!!”

tubbo

i don’t know if tubbo ever talked about school before but something about him makes me think he’s actually pretty good at math

like he can explain a few things when it comes to math / algebra

CODING GO BRRRR

no geometry or calculus though, anything past algebra will go bad

if tubbo is doing homework with you, he will definitely tune you out

“hey tubbo can you help me on this question?”

you don’t get a response until like 20 minutes later

“oh yeah, what was it y/n?”

like now you answer? i just got the answer myself after so long, forget you smh

“oh nothing tubbo, nevermind!”

but you’re still grumbling in your head because if he answered just a bit earlier you wouldn’t have gone through the work of finding the answer online

i can also imagine if you’re taking chemistry tubbo is like ;

“oh you’re taking chemistry? let’s make some bombs!” /lh

tubbo would definitely pull an all-nighter with you to finish your projects together

if you had a group project, he would make you do the writing part while he does the drawing part

“we definitely aced this project”

“of course we did, if i made you draw we would’ve ended up with stick figure diagrams”

“TUBBO. THE FUCK?”

ranboo

okay i know ranboo said he isn’t a theatre or band kid (unless im wrong and forgetful) but i feel like he’d be somewhat educated in the topics nonetheless

half the time he’s great moral support, helping you stay motivated !

the other half is him making fun of you

“i cant believe you’re failing, that is so sad, can’t be me”

“it’s literally an honors class, ranboo! it’s supposed to be hard!!”

“taking an honors class willingly? also cant be me AHAHA”

i honestly can’t see ranboo going to school like i know he’s a minor and said he had zoom calls before and plays volleyball but like did i miss something? has he dropped out yet? like something about ranboo does not scream “student” /lh

besides that, i’m not sure what subject he would actually be good in,,, but something about nutrition/health sciences,, he knows a few things

don’t get me wrong, i don’t think he actually likes the subject but somehow remembers what he learned from the class

also gives me the type of energy of the type of person to take a first aid class to be a certified person to do cpr on someone just to kill time during his lunch breaks for a while or something

“i am a certified cpr person”

“my life in ranboo’s hands? oh god please no”

you two would probably joke about the ‘bad’ people in your classes or talk shit about your schools than actually doing anything homework related ngl AHAHAH

“you think your school is down bad? mine went back to campus full time after like 6 months into quarantine because they were running out of money”

“what the hell y/n? your school is a scam, drop out”

“arghhhh i knowww”

“i bet i make more money than your teachers combined AHAHAH”

wilbur soot

he doesn’t seem like the best person to ask for help for homework but can info dump you on very specific historical events + a bit of geography

i kinda see him as the person you can ask to proof read an essay for you and would help it improve immensely

who needs a thesaurus when you have vocabulary boy wilbur?

i dunno if it’s an american thing only or at all, but if/when you get to studying hamilton in your english class, he will get so fucking excited

“no wilbur it isn’t fun! imagine listening to lin-manuel miranda rap ‘alexander hamilton’ at the white house from like 2009 on repeat for over an hour whilst trying to write an analysis about it!! it was so distracting”

“well clearly someone has a personal problem with mr lin-manuel. if i were you, i’d be singing the whole thing”

is this last bit personal and complete spite from my freshman year english class? yes. i do not care? no. /hj

unrelated but i actually scribbled nice guy ballad lyrics and other songs on my english scratch papers in freshman year but anyway

probably isn’t the best person to be in a call to do homework with but wilbur doesn’t mind you ringing him occasionally sometimes

i dunno i can just see him easily get bored of the silence or something but also doesn’t want to bother you too much

but he is genuinely proud of you whenever you tell him you aced a big test you were studying for :D

philza

this man’s bad advice is as bad as him trying to help you on any subject

he’s an old man so /hj

but like honestly, he hasn’t been at school for so long, phil can probably only help with the most basic things when it comes to school

if you have a wack teacher that makes you collect data through surveying people, phil would be one of the best people to ask! straightforward and won’t take too much of your time compared to other people ahem,,

statistics things ! sobs

if you ever complain a lot about your classes and contemplating dropping out and stuff, he will def scold you hard

“ugh phillllllllll can i just like,, never go to school again?”

“do not drop out”

“argh fine, i won’t just ‘cause philza minecraft said so”

honestly if you get a high score in a big test like your sats/gcse’s (whatever you’re taking from wherever you are) he’d probably order you a small meal or something to celebrate :D

like how phil bought ranboo bought him food to his house, it would start as a joke but when you get your test scores back he’s like “YOOO GOOD JOB Y/N”

expect a left meat pizza coming to your house .

technoblade

like wilbur, techno is also helpful when it comes to history!

def knows a decent bit of literature too

besides that i don’t really see him being that helpful

even if he was supposed to be an english major

he will just get mad at the school system for teaching you useless things

“being in school is good but why do you need to know how to know if something is a triangle or not? i can obviously see with my eyes that it’s a triangle”

“i dunno! ask the person that made up geometry”

“just look at a kaleidoscope and be over with it, it isn’t that hard”

“that isn’t how it works—”

“bruhhh”

if you’re looking for the person to call while doing homework, he is not the person /lh

it’s either like 0 or 100 with techno

he can just completely not say anything and ignore you or go on a full rant about whatever class or homework you have

if you have an essay you need written, it will take a lot of bribing but he might take the opportunity if you are rich

“techno i’ll paypal you $10 please help me”

“no. i can make 10 times that amount in 5 minutes if i just started streaming right now”

“techno i don’t have that kind of money! pleaseee”

“no. instead of complaining, you can use that time to actually start you work”

“you’re the worst”

then you speedrun the essay and get an A just to spite him