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[princeymarmar]

Debating if what I really want to do is use the old "kin aesthetics turned system" blog again for extremely specific chatter that I'm too embarrassed to post to main, or if I want to put owning the vampiremathias url to good use .

[timextoxhajima]

Nevertheless: Pride & Dignity [17]

CHAPTER NAVIGATION [COMPLETED]

synopsis: hwang seol eun finds herself stuck between a toxic relationship with lee hyunjae and a heart-fluttering dynamic with lee juyeon

pairing: jujae x [fem] reader, 3rd person pov [read as hwang seol eun]

genre [per chapter]: angst, fluff

word count: 3k

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the rest of the week went quiet. and by 'quiet', seol eun means quiet.

ryu sang hyuk had been called back to his office for reasons she would probably never find out. the only thing remains entertaining or vaguely interesting was mi jung’s reunification with jacob.

of course, she doesn’t admit it.

then there’s juyeon, fumbling around like a clumsy baby learning how to walk. he’s showing up at seol eun's workplace with all the things she needed and usually at the time she needed it. he’s the boss of his own company so he doesn’t exactly need to follow the rules he sets. nonetheless, it’s more than endearing to have him surprise you at the office every 2 or 3 days or so with coffee or tea and snacks, sometimes for the entire office at that.

juyeon might just have a problem with people not liking him. maybe that’s how he won her over.

then, there's lee hyunjae. the one that keeps her up way past the time she starts to hear juyeon snoozing behind her, with his arms wrapped around her waist.

she's going to be damned to hell for being in bed with one man, but thinking about another.

but how could she not, when there's some sort of ironic guilt in her for ruining hyunjae's chance at redeeming himself?

maybe she should've just let him finish with her. maybe she should've given him that one shot of mending his mistake.

"are you awake?" juyeon's groggy voice trails from behind her. he inhales a long breath, arms wrapping tighter around her waist and under her neck as he digs his nose into her hair.

"how did you know?" with a gentle smile, seol eun shuffles around, smiling at juyeon's face. his eyes are closed, but he's reaching down to pull the blanket up over her shoulder.

"can hear your brain screeching with all those gears," he whispers into her forehead. "what are you thinking about?"

seol eun gently shakes her head, her eyes drifting from his cheeks to his nose to his lips and then she zones out. "nothing."

"liar," he presses a kiss into her forehead. "is it mi jung and jacob?"

"no."

"hyungwon?"

"no."

"hm... work?"

"no."

"ryu?"

"no. though he is pretty quiet."

"maybe some family stuff cropped up and from the looks of it, his sister's pretty hard to escape."

"yeah."

"hm..." juyeon hums to himself. it trails off, sounding like he fell back asleep. but seol eun knows he can guess it.

"i'm sorry," she mumbles into his neck, snuggling closer and inhaling his scent. "i couldn't... not."

"it's okay. i know it must've been hard for him and it must've been hard for you to hear it too. i'm sorry i wasn't there."

"no, no, oh, god," seol eun winces to herself and lifts her hand to stroke the skin on his neck. "it's not your fault. none of this is your fault. i went behind your back and met up with him to return the flask and then he told me that only because i asked."

"mhm, and nothing else came of it, right?" juyeon sniffles.

"mhm," seol eun rests her head on his shoulder, his hair now combing through her hair.

"then that's fine. i trust you, so do what you need to do and have the time to yourself. i'll always be here for you if you need me."

seol eun purses her lips, nodding to herself and sighing.

"goodnight, ju," she whispers, closing her eyes.

"goodnight."

the next morning feels like a resolution for seol eun. it was the opening day of ryu sang hyuk’s exhibition for for some strange reason, he wasn’t around for the grand opening. seeing his photographs printed on the canvases and hung up throughout the exhibition hall felt like a major throwback. the aesthetics of his pictures hadn’t changed, and for a moment, she was worried she was going to be seeing herself. but none of the photos included her, or even had a slither of an idea that she was involved.

they were all taken in their own grandeur in his favour, and she was more than relieved to have been able to help spread the beauty of the photographs, even if it meant the person behind the camera was a psychotic ex-boyfriend.

mi jung was busy handing out the special invitation tags to other exhibition organizers and some VIPs outside the hall while seol eun remained quiet inside. she roamed through the isles and lanes, glancing over the descriptions of the photos because she had already read them during prep.

every now and then, she forgets why she fell in love with ryu sang hyuk, especially with his current demeanour, there isn’t much to love. but back then, he was so marvelled in what he loved. maybe he just lost sight of what was more important, and she paid the price.

then again, perhaps this was all just for show. she’s only calm now because he’s not here, triggering her anxiety and extreme thoughts. but either way, she was grateful he wasn’t here.

“ayo! are you ready in there? you need to help me unlock the barriers!”

seol eun whips around upon mi jung’s loud voice, smiling as she slow jogs to the entrance.

"ah, the man himself had family issues to tend to. i'm afraid he can't join us today," mi jung is heard telling some VIPs. "but he sends his regards and you're welcome to leave any well wishes or pen down any thoughts you have. there's a little note pad in the last room, feel free to scribble anything there. it'll be handed to him."

mi jung offers her service smile, bright and pretty as she turns. seol eun bites on her bottom lip, wanting to tease her.

she hadn't seen mi jung so happy in quite a long time.

"what? are you gonna just stand there and ogle at me or are you gonna be helpful and open the barrier?" mi jung mumbles under her breath, one hand still holding out the brochures for the VIPs to take.

"oh, nothing," seol eun grins, pulling the retractable barriers and opening the glass door from the inside. "just wondering what kind of magic hand jacob has."

"shut up," mi jung squints and turns around. "the exhibition is officially open!"

every time seol eun opens an exhibition, she feels a sense of accomplishment. she's helped another artist broaden their audience. but this time it feels different. albeit she's done the exact same procedure over and over again and this time was no different, everything felt like it had been done on the side.

there were so many things occupying her life from the start of this exhibition, she didn't have the time to really sit down and revel in her love for the job.

she missed it.

it's watching them stop at every exhibit, every artpiece, to read the label that makes her heart warm. artists don't create for the sake of creating - they create because they want to make a change, they want to incite a reaction, they want to connect.

it might seem so surficial at times, especially when it comes to products that include nudity or abstract concepts but really, why would anybody spend time on something they know wouldn't create a change, even if it were the smallest?

the day had zipped past without seol eun realising it, apart from jacob sending lunch to them at the exhibition hall and mi jung (very) obviously trying her best not to launch herself into his arms.

does she realise that jacob is only so available because he doesn't live in korea anymore? is she just savouring whatever that is left of him being here?

juyeon.

that's seol eun's 'jacob'. or at least, that's what she hopes he is.

but he finally shows up, with a small bouquet of flowers as a gift to the exhibition and everyone that's helped with it. seol eun had thought juyeon would be petty and not do that, but he proved her wrong and it did nothing but sweeten the way she looked at him.

there weren't many visitors left and mi jung had jacob helping her clear up the exhibition hall, knowing that seol eun and juyeon had plans to have dinner with hyungwon.

in the car, seol eun can't hide the nervousness she was feeling. bringing juyeon to meet hyungwon was as good as letting a child compare two adults. it's worse when hyungwon is a bright one. she couldn't escape the thought of hyungwon thinking about a certain someone else, or him comparing juyeon to that someone else.

one was his teacher and the other is a stranger.

"hey."

seol eun whips her head to look at juyeon, not noticing she was spacing out so much that the car had stopped at a red light a good distance from the exhibition hall.

"i'll try my best with hyungwon, okay? and if he doesn't like me, you can always go out with him on your own."

"no, i'll think he'll be fine. i just... y'know he's just more accustomed to hyunjae. i don't want him to compare you to him."

"he's still young, and that's normal. you said he's a smart kid too, right? so even if he does, he's probably not gonna say it. and if he does, natural," juyeon shakes his head and keeps his eyes on the road, his hands on the steering wheel. "people naturally compare the ones who know and love, that's how we make decisions on whom we want to stick by, don't we?"

seol eun scratches her forehead, eyes drifting back to the traffic light as it turned green.

just like how hyunjae compared her to his ex-girlfriend. just like how she would naturally compare him to juyeon. just like how hyungwon would compare the sight of hyunjae with her and juyeon with her.

at sanghee's residence, hyungwon had absolutely no trouble ignoring juyeon. the latter bowed and greeted the couple, introducing himself and offering a handshake while handing them a fruit basket.

"oh, you didn't have to. it's so nice for seol eun to be taking him out already," sang hee grins widely, taking the fruit basket and mindlessly handing it to her husband.

"don't worry, it's my pleasure," juyeon smiles again, automatically turning to look at hyungwon. "hi there. i'm juyeon, in case you didn't know."

"hi, juyeon," and hyungwon pulls himself off seol eun, holding a hand out to juyeon and grinning from ear to ear. "it's nice to meet you."

all that worrying over juyeon and hyungwon was washed down the drain when seol eun realised how easily juyeon could speak to hyungwon. she thanks the fact that hyungwon is a smart boy, and that juyeon is able to forget that he was actually a little boy.

over dinner (not the same restaurant that she went with hyungwon and hyunjae), she can't help but watch as juyeon spent his time cutting up a huge chicken cutlet for him, only handing the fork back to him so he could shove the pieces into his mouth.

seol eun wondered for a moment if hyungwon was just being polite, and if he was just being nice to juyeon because seol eun is one of his favourite adults.

but she doesn't really have the time to worry about it, not when he's leaving soon. she's just grateful hyungwon is easy to take care of.

that butterfly feeling whelms seol eun eventually, when she sees how comfortable hyungwon was able to get with juyeon. he was unconsciously bumping himself into juyeon's legs, his hands automatically reaching up to juyeon's hand when he walks past someone else along the pavement.

juyeon eventually gives in and offers to hold his hand, blatantly asking the child who giggles and takes it.

she wonders if hyungwon was simply pretending juyeon was hyunjae.

am i?

"okay, finish that before we go into the lift," seol eun looks into the backseat and gestures to the ice cream in his hand. "don't think your mom would like that we got you that so late."

"it's okay," hyungwon shakes his head, an outline of the white ice cream coated on his lips. "daddy lets me eat candy sometimes when mummy isn't looking."

juyeon pulls the car into parking, a faint smile on his lips as he turns around. "your dad sounds like a fun guy."

"he is," hyungwon nods, shoving the end of the cone into his mouth. "well, so is mr. lee. he lets me do stuff in class like eat sweets or read a book if i've finished my homework."

seol eun side-eyes juyeon, but his smile doesn't falter.

"that's nice. i mean, if you've finished your work and you know what's going on, i think that's fine," he nods. "anyway, seol eun told me you're going overseas to study. are you excited?"

"mhm, daddy says he can take me sledding and skating during winter! and the lakes will be frozen and we can throw snowballs!"

"that does sound like a whole lot fun."

"but i will miss seol eun, and mr. lee, and you!"

"i'm honored," juyeon chuckles.

"can you come visit? i don't know if mummy will come back soon after we move..."

seol eun and juyeone exchange quiet glances. juyeon knows she's heartbroken, but there's nothing she can do about it.

"we can try. i promise we'll try, okay?" seol eun gives a weak smile, reaching out and ruffling his hair. "now, let's get you home."

after cleaning hyungwon's lips and letting him drink some water to get rid of the sweet scent from his mouth, he had the courage to ask juyeon for a ride on his shoulders - to which he gladly obliged.

by the time he's returned to sang hee's door step, hyungwon seemed alot happier than he was when they first picked him up.

juyeon was not an exception.

"come on, let's get you washed up. mummy has some stuff to say to seol eun, alright? now say bye bye."

"bye, seol eun. bye, juyeon," his little waves cause seol eun's heart to crack, and she waves back.

"bye bye. i'll see you soon, i promise."

"okay. bye bye!"

"bye!" juyeon tiptoes and waves over sang hee's head as her husband takes the boy away.

"i actually have some things to say to seol eun in private so if he's not-"

"oh, no," seol eun grabs juyeon's hand and squeezes it. "he knows. it's okay."

"i... didn't know how else to tell you this," sang hee leans on the door, keeping it open. "but i'd like you to know that sang hyuk is coming to us with switzerland. i've been making him handle the administrative matters that he can't say 'no' to because he knows i will go to the police about what happened with you. i'm assuming he didn't show up to his exhibition opening today?"

seol eun parts her lips. she doesn't know why she hadn't pieced the information together.

"for real?"

"mhm," sang hee nods, pursing her lips. "look, i'm... sorry that he did whatever he did to you, and i'm so happy that you could move on, but i don't think i'd be able to see you and not think about all the things he did. this is my way of fixing things, and since we're also trying to expand our business... we thought it'd be a good idea for our entire family to go."

seol eun's eyes are tearing. she doesn't know her grip on juyeon's hand is tightening. sang hee's eyes are glimmering too, and she has the slightest smile on her lips.

sang hee blames her brother's misdoings on herself.

"you're moving... partially because of... me?"

sang hee purses her lips and steps out of the apartment, leaving the door to swing shut behind her. she holds seol eun's arms, thumb rubbing her shoulders as juyeon lets her go.

"i would've... done anything for you to be part of this family. i would. i love you so much and i know hyungwon loves you the same... i just can't pretend my brother didn't do what he did, and i'd never be able to forget it the way you moved on. i admire you for that, you know?"

"oh, stop it, you're making me cry," seol eun sniffles and looks down at the floor, her face cringing as her nose sours. sang hee chuckles, sucking a deep breath through her lips and nodding, reaching up to push seol eun's hair out of her face.

"i'm sorry he made you cry. you don't deserve it."

seol eun tilts her head, trying her best not to break out into ugly sobs. with a small sigh through parted lips, sang hee releases her and takes juyeon's hand, placing his and seol eun's hands together.

"i'm so happy you found someone who'd treat you so well. i wish the both of you all the love in the world."

juyeon bites on his bottom lip, nodding as he wraps an arm around seol eun.

"alright," sang hee nods, frowning as she reaches up to wipe her tears away. "off you go now, i know you still have work tomorrow."

seol eun inhales sharply, nodding as she pulls away from juyeon, allowing him to press a kiss into her forehead.

"please tell me when your flight is," seol eun whispers. "i don't care if sang hyuk is there, but you were my family at some point of time and i'd like to be there to see you off."

sang hee hesitates for a second, then nods. "okay. i'll text you."

both of them smile sadly at each other, then hug for a long while.

"thank you for letting me be a part of your family."

[imherongraystairstrash]

Find The Way Home (Part 2)

(Part 1)

~Later that night~

Thomas trudged into his house, letting the door click softly and locking it before hanging his boleadoras on the hook by the door—something he’d gotten so used to doing out of habit, it was practically a reflex—so that his parents knew whether he was home or not. He could feel his drowsiness deep in throat, threatening to become a yawn.

He hadn’t realized how tired he was, how little he’d slept these past weeks, until the adrenaline rush from the battle had suddenly come crashing down. Thomas walked past the drawing room and found his parents, laughing over something.

Both had taken off their gear and changed into something more comfortable. Sophie’s knees were bent over Gideon’s legs, their heads bent towards each other’s. Gideon seemed to have a photo album on his lap.

Shadowhunters didn’t take many pictures, because it wasn’t customary, so the book was rather small. Nevertheless, Thomas’ parents were flipping through slowly, stopping at every picture to point out the events of that year.

It would have seemed like an intimate moment, if Thomas didn’t know any better. His parents, no matter what, always wanted to spend time with their children. He knew his parents loved him and his sister so much that they would do anything to keep them safe. They always reminded him that they loved him, no matter what. He knew he could tell them he loved men, and that his parents would embrace that part of him, and tell him they loved him, but Thomas still had difficulties in telling them. There had been so many times that he had opened his mouth with full intentions of telling them, and then closing it again. His mouth couldn’t form the words, he couldn’t speak; it was as though his throat had become honey, and the words he wanted to say got stuck in it.

But now, he was too exhausted to even think about telling them anything. He was too exhausted to think. He leaned against the doorway and must have made a loud noise, because both Sophie and Gideon looked up.

Sophie smiled at him. “Your sister said she was off to bed, though I suspect she’s gone off to read or knit. I’m afraid she finds our company dull.”

“You’re not dull.” Thomas said, his words slurring together, unintentionally.

Sophie shook her head, shifting so that her feet rested on the floor. “You’re too kind. But, Thomas, darling, you look exhausted; you’re swaying on your feet. Come here before you fall.”

Normally, Thomas would have argued that he was fine, but tonight he was far too tired to do anything but trudge over to his parents and fall back onto the couch beside Sophie.

He rested his head on her shoulder. Sophie put an arm around him and kissed his head.

“He hasn’t slept well in a while, has he?” Gideon said.

“I’m afraid not.” Sophie said. “He might have to be carried off to bed.”

“I’m still awake, you know.” Thomas mumbled.

“Perhaps not for long,” Gideon said.

Thomas could feel Sophie snicker quietly. “We were just looking at the pictures we have of you and your sisters.”

“I remember that one.” Thomas said, pointing to one at the upper left hand corner. It was the three of them with their Lightwood cousins, Anna and Christopher. Barbara and Eugenia had twin toothy grins while Anna’s looked mischievous. Thomas and Kit were sitting on the ground in front of them, playing with the grass. Christopher had been moving, so he was a blur in the photograph. “Kit fell into the pond that day.”

Gideon burst out laughing. “How could I have forgotten about that?”

“And then Gabriel had to jump in after him because, naturally, Christopher couldn’t swim. And when he came back, dripping wet, Aunt took one look at him and said ‘it’s a bit late in summer to be going for a swim, is it not?’”

Sophie wiped her eyes from laughing too hard.

“Never a dull moment with your cousins.” Gideon said.

Thomas smiled and looked down at the photo album again.

“The day before this one, Eugenia was so angry that she threw Bab’s doll out the window and she cried for days.” Thomas felt his throat close a little bit at that one. The memory of his sister still made his throat close up.

“Those crazy girls.” Sophie said, rubbing circles into Thomas’ back. “Their shenanigans made me loose years of my life I will never get back.”

Suddenly, the telephone rang, which would have startled Thomas awake had he not been too tired for his body to react. Gideon got up. “I’ll get that.”

Thomas barely registered what Gideon said, now leaning heavily on Sophie’s shoulder. She slowly guided him to lay his head on her lap as she stroked his hair back.

“Was the mattress in The Sanctuary too small?” Sophie asked.

“It was fine.” Thomas said.

Sophie laughed. “You can tell me the truth. I won’t tell anybody.”

Thomas sighed and smiled sleepily. “It was a little bit too small.”

“A little bit too small by normal human standards or Tom standards?” Sophie said. Though his eyes were closed, he could hear the smile in her voice.

“My calves may have been on the floor.”

Sophie chuckled. “You’re too tall, darling.”

“I know.”

She bent down and kissed his cheek. Thomas liked his mother’s kisses. Her scar went from the tip of her mouth and stretched across her face. When she kept it at a neutral, her mouth was able to fully close, but when she pressed her lips forward to give a kiss, the corner pulled back slightly, which meant that Thomas could only really feel one side of her mouth. It was silly to describe, but it was distinct in a way that he could only associate it with his mother.

When he was younger, the boy his age would ask him what it was like to have a mother with such a hideous scar on her face. They always wanted to know if it ever scared him, which used to confuse Thomas. The scar was a part of his mother’s face; he never really thought much of it because it has always been there. He didn’t think it was hideous because he loved his mama and she won’t be his mother without her scar.

“Did you hit your head?” Sophie asked, feeling the small bump on his head, which was a little bit tender to the touch.

Thomas fought the urge to laugh. He had hit his head, but he didn’t want to tell his mother how. Even if she knew about Thomas and Alastair, he wouldn’t have wanted to tell her about about that, tell about. Things. Head. Alastair…

Thomas’ thoughts were turning into soup. He couldn’t concentrate on anything.

“Tom?”

“Hm,” he said softly.

He found it hard to remember where he was or what he had been doing as his eyes shut closed again, against his will.

“Sleep Thomas, darling.” Sophie said lightly. “I’ll make sure everything is alright.”

It’s like his body was waiting for permission to sleep because immediately after she said that, Thomas fell into a state of deep sleep.

He dreamt of nothing. Even his mind was too tired to conjure up a single thought. He just slept until he woke up again to hear his parent’s voices. His throat felt like honey, and he felt the urge to stretch his limbs, but he resisted it.

“Remind me again how we’ll kill the inquisitor?” Gideon was saying

“Slowly.” Sophie said calmly. Her calloused hands were still stroking Thomas’ hair and occasionally brushed his cheeks. They were so gentle he found it hard to believe that they were the same hands that fought off dozens of automatons at once. “And I’m sure we can get the rest of the family to join in as well.”

“There’s no doubt about that.” Gideon mumbled. “We can even get Henry to use his staff.”

“It’s been such a long time since I’d seen him fight. It brought me back to when I was younger. He and Charlotte would always patrol together.” Sophie said, sighing.

Thomas didn’t need to open his eyes to know she was resting her head on Gideon’s shoulder.

“Yes, I remember. Though I can’t say I heeded them much attention; I only remember scowling at my father. It’s strange how time goes by.”

Thomas never heard much about his Grandfather Benedict. Gideon didn’t like talking about his father, nor did Gabriel. Thomas was very familiar with the story of how they defeated him when he was a worm, but he knew little to nothing about Benedict when he was still human.

“Now that James is married, we have an extra family member.” Sophie said.

“We should get Alastair too, he fought well today. Like a part of the family.”

Thomas’ eyes flew open, which startled Sophie, causing her to jump in her seat.

“Goodness, Thomas. Did you have a nightmare?”

“No! I was just eager to wake up.”

Gideon and Sophie looked down at him with twin expressions of confusion and skepticism.

Thankfully, he was saved by the opening of the parlor. However, that relief was then masked with confusion when he was who came in.

“Aunt Cecily?” Thomas said, sitting up.

Gideon sat up, rigidly. “Is something wrong with Gabriel?”

“Oh, no. Heavens no.” Cecily said quickly.

Thomas swore he saw his father sigh in relief.

“I came here for something else.” Cecily looked a little bit breathless. “Lucie hasn’t stopped by here, by any chance, has she?”

“No,” Gideon said, standing up. “Why? What’s the matter, Cecy?”

“She’s gone.” Cecily said, pale.

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[shinesurge]

I’ve been holding off on making this post because I wanted to try it out myself and get settled in and make sure everything went okay, but seeing as I’ve gone ahead and updated my site and everything I thought now might be a good time to start talking about this publicly! 

If you’ve known me for more than five minutes you know I fucking hate Webtoon, like, a lot. Every aspect of it disgusts me to the core of my being, and while Webtoon is the ugliest version of them the aspects that I hate also extend to basically any comic aggregate site. I hate that they treat artists like content robots, I hate that they treat comic readers like morons who aren’t capable of engaging with complex stories, I hate that they actively try to strip away all the cool parts of indie comics by cultivating sterile and impersonal environments that discourage artistic experimentation and unique expression.

So! I hope you’ll be interested in what I have to say about this new platform that’s (hopefully) going to be out of alpha this summer. If you think you like reading comics on Webtoon, I really encourage you to check out Dillyhub once it launches. That’s the short version, but I have a LOT to say about this! So I’m putting the rest of this under a cut.

Full disclosure, I’m not getting paid or anything for this. The creative outreach at Dillyhub contacted me a few weeks ago asking if I’d be interested in having Kidd Commander be one of their launch titles when they go live this summer. I was hesitant at first, since I actively distrust anything claiming to be For Creators at this point, but they answered my pushy questions patiently and everything seemed on the up and up so I gave it a shot; I’ve been needing a mobile mirror for KC anyway. Eventually they invited me to the alpha creator discord, where they’ve been working directly with all of us artists to improve the platform, and now to be honest I’m REALLY excited for this thing to get off the ground. Nobody asked me to make this post, but since I’ve spent years whining and bitching about how other services do wrong by their creators, I thought I’d talk about this one that’s doing things right.

So, the biggest advantage this site has for creators over others in my opinion is that it. Treats us like individuals, regardless of follower count lmfao. If you’re a new person just starting out with your new webcomic, here’s what webtoon does for you:

Note: you don’t get a custom banner, you don’t even get to choose the solid color it is. That big circle icon is ALSO the image that shows up in searches, but everywhere else on the site it’s a 100x100px square, so you have to choose whether you want it to look good as a giant circle at the top of your comic’s page OR whether you want to look good in search results. Which, by the way, is the ONLY way for people to find you if you’re not partnered. And that’s it! You have no monetization options, you won’t show up on the genre pages, and when someone DOES stumble across your page it looks super unprofessional. Good Luck! 

Now here’s my Dillyhub page(s):

You don’t get a static banner and one icon, you get a whole carousel banner with as many images as you want front and center as soon as you get to the project page. You get seven (custom!) genre tags, as opposed to Webtoon’s single tag you have to pick from their list, and plenty of room to talk about your work. The episodes are even laid out better, you get a MUCH bigger preview space to work with and they’re nice and big on the bottom half of the page:

you know, like they’re actually presenting ART lmfao.

That’s already an ENORMOUS improvement, but here’s my favorite thing.

o hm that’s a lot of super cushy settings I have for every individual episode, but what’s that, Episode Type?

LIKE.

listen, i know this is probably a bit specialized if you’re not a comic maker yourself, but this is a HUGE DEAL. You can post vertically OR page by page! You can even post pages two at a time for double page spreads, or so they read like a physical comic book! AND their specs are really open, as long as the file meets the size requirement you can make it whatever shape you want. You don’t have to reformat all your shit to post here!! I posted the entire first volume of KC STRAIGHT FROM THE PRINT FILES in like half an hour!!! The episodes can also be any amount of pages, you can post a single page or an entire chapter all in one go!

So that’s just the project page for the comic, let’s see what happens when I click on my username there.

Each author gets their own unique page (which you can tack a vanity url to!) to present themselves however they want! You always have the banner at the top, but beyond that you have a ton of options. Among other incredibly useful tools that really should just be bare fucking minimum at this point, like the ability to preview your page on different devices, you start customizing your blank page with this set of widgets,

and from THERE you can customize them MORE, you can promote your patreon or your kickstarter or whatever! Having this creator space ALSO means that if you run several comics, or if you want to promote your comic AND your illustrations, you can just separate them into individual projects! Each with their own page! This is also really nice as a reader because you can subscribe to a creator but you can also just subscribe to specific projects, if you don’t want to get ALL of their stuff in your inbox. It’s so good y’all hh.

Once again, all of this functionality is just THERE as soon as you make your account. You don’t need to be “partnered” or whatever the fuck, you don’t need to meet a certain follower threshold to unlock the ability to operate normally. You get your own creator space to present yourself how you prefer, you get pages for all your projects, you can even set up monetization options (and change them for individual pages IN a project) right from the start.

ok ok let’s compare this to my webtoon page

oh that’s right webtoon just puts your greyed out name at the bottom of each comic and that’s it because human beings don’t make this stuff, my bad lol anyway

Other fun shit that Dillyhub does that makes me feel like they’re people who have actually consumed or made comics on the internet at some point in their lives:

-When you log into the “studio” space, you’re in your creator account. When you log OUT of the studio space, it’s like you swap to a “reader” account, where you can access your pull list and comment on things with a different name and profile icon. Again, maybe only cool if you’re a creator, but if you ARE then you know exactly why this is incredibly useful lmao

-You can set up “hidden” projects, so if you only want certain things to be accessible by certain people or to not show up in searches that’s an option! You have SO much control here it’s great.

-The comment section has moderation options GODDD. You also have a real comment space, you know, so it actually encourages building a community (and a rapport with your community, if you like), and you also can just turn comments off entirely if you want! I haven’t used it much yet, obviously, but it’s been made very clear in the discord that artists want better control over their comment sections and the devs have it on their priority list.

-Absolutely every step of customization gives you a preview before it’s live, so you can easily see what these images you’re posting in different places are going to look like before you beam them to your followers’ inboxes. This includes individual episodes!

-This was sort of in one of the screenshots but it’s important so I’m saying it here too: the option to mark individual episodes as mature or with content warnings, rather than having to mark an entire comic as Mature Spooky Scary Content because of one or two pages getting a bit hairy.

This site is only in alpha right now, and it’s invite-only until they get to beta (for creators; anyone can make a reader account! but they haven’t set up a way to browse comics without direct links yet so) but honest to god it’s already blowing every other site I’ve used clean out of the water. And the staff has been really kind and responsive to us proposing fixes or changes! I will always defend individual websites as being the best option for an indie comic, but everybody’s gotta start somewhere and we NEED something that isn’t Tumblr or Webtoon to fill this role; this site feels a lot more like a symbiotic relationship than any of the other staples available for new creators right now. If you’re a comic reader and you want to see your favorite comics on Dillyhub I’d suggest keeping an eye on this site and once it’s live start poking them to look into it, and if you’re a creator follow their social media and hop in when they open up for anybody to join. I would LOVE to see this site take off as a viable option for hosting and reading comics.

Thanks for reading all this! I haven’t quite finished setting up yet, but if you want to poke around a project/creator page for yourself mine is here have at it. As things progress I’m sure I’ll have more to say, but since I’m usually so aggressively negative about places like this I just wanted to give some credit where it was due. fucking finally.

[nenes-wifey]

Aaa idk if you're still doing the dialouge thing but if you are could you please do number 50 for Teru?? Also do you mind adding me to the Teru taglist? I'm a simp(I mean my url makes it obvious but-)

A/N: I’m planning on doing the dialogue prompts for a while so don’t worry! And of course you can be added!

Teru tag list: @tokoyamis-luv @kukusbabe @minakoamami

50: “That’s cheating and you know it!”

That it, this is the day that you kill your boyfriend. Here you were, sitting at a table in his room ready to throw down, boiling with rage. It makes you wonder how you got here.

It had been a normal weekend for you, going over to your boyfriend’s house like you normally do and spending time with him. However, this time was a little different.

“Hey, (n/n)-chan, I found a new board game in my closet, do you wanna try playing it today?” Teru had asked you over the phone while you were on your way to his house.

“Hm...sure, what game is it?” You quickened your pace slightly, curious of what he was planning.

“You’ll see when you get here, bye bye!” He said quickly before hanging up the phone, giving you no chance to respond.

You continued on your way to his house, just a little bit worried about what was to come, and oh boy you should’ve just turned back and went home right then and there.

He had welcomed you and eagerly brought you up to his room where you saw a small coffee table with a few old games.

How did you know they were old? Well, they were practically falling apart from how worn out they were.

“Sit here, sit here, we can get started right away.” Teru quickly pulled you over to the table and started setting up one of the games, it seemed to be card based with a few pieces.

You sat down and waited for him to start, and that’s when it all started going downhill. Both of you didn’t know how to properly play and weren’t planning on learning any time soon so you both just kept making up rules and cheating hoping the other wouldn’t notice.

“That’s cheating and you know it!” You yelled at him as he tried for the 4th time now to steal some of your cards.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, (n/n)-chan, I did nothing of the sort.” He replied, giving you wide puppy eyes. Damn he looked too cute like that.

Eventually you got too fed up and decided to play a small trick on him. Once he managed to beat you (again) in your chaos filled games, you decided to start your little prank.

“Since you keep winning, I might as well give you a prize.” You sighed, hoping to hide your excitement.

“A prize, you say?” He turned to look at you, now all of his attention at you.

“Yes, a prize, and to get this prize, you’ll need to close your eyes.”

“Hm...” He thought about it for a moment before slowly closing his eyes. “This better be a good prize.”

He got up and walked over to where he was sitting, dropping to the floor, you gave him a few quick pecks on the cheek before quickly tickling his sides.

His eyes flew open as he tried to scramble away from you but you already had him pinned under your assault.

“Hahaha, o-okay (n/n)-chan, ple-heheh-ease stop!!” His uncontrolled laughter filled the room as you kept tormenting him.

Once you had finally stopped, you bent down to give him a peck on the lips before lying down beside him.

“I’m never trusting you again.” He suddenly said, which caused you to burst out laughing. You really did love him.

[georgeshutcheson]

How To Start A New Business And Make It A Success

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How To Start A New Business And Make It A Success

In this article we’re going talk about how to start a new business! All right, so we want to start a business, hooray! When it comes to starting a business, you want to get organized, and first things first, figuring out what your business name is. So now once you have that name, you really want to figure out and create your business plan. This is just a simple document that’s going to go over what your business is all about, what you do, who your market is, who your customers are, everything that you need to potentially show to investors to give you the money to start the business. You have to have a clear action plan with all the details. Plus it’ll help you to really flush out what you need and the goals you should keep top of mind in order to succeed. And it keeps you kind of grounded so you’re not going in a million different places, as we all do, I know I do it a lot. If you don’t have that business plan written out, you will be everywhere and nowhere. After you get organized, and you’ve committed to what you want to do with your business, what comes next? I’ve seen my entrepreneurial friends and I went through it myself, is determining whether you want to operate as a Limited company or sole trader. You definitely have to register your business in some shape or fashion. What most people do is the limited company but there’s also the partnership if there is more than one of you starting the business together. Why Limited Company? Well, it helps you really protect yourself from your business. So if your business was ever sued, they can’t come after your personal assets. It’s going to keep you and your business separated. Once you have that, the next thing will be to register your business with HM Revenue and Customs (HMRC). That’s really going to help you when it comes time to creating a business bank account. Next up you need to check if your business needs a special license in order to operate. For example, if you are thinking of opening a business that involves the sale of alcohol in the UK you will need a license. The next thing you need to do with starting your business, is figuring out where you want to work. Now with some businesses such as a cafe, you can’t really do that at home, you have to have a shop, but some businesses you can do at home. A good example will be online survey. You can also do a co-working space which is super popular these days. If you don’t know what a co-working space is, you essentially rent out part of a building, or you rent out a desk, where there are tons of other entrepreneurs just like you, doing the same thing. It can be advantageous to get out of the house and operate around people just like you with the same mindset. I love working from home, but I need to kind of mix it up every now and then. So it’s that or a shop. The co-working space can have its advantages. Think about it, you’re in such an exciting time, you’re starting a business. You might meet someone that could help you network, or help you with that next step, because there’s a lot of like-minded people hanging out there, doing productive things like you. Money management is important when you are running a business. So, get a business bank account, don’t use your personal account, especially when you’re paying your employees, and everything else. Also open up a line of credit just in case something happens and you need some quick funds. Next, talk to an accountant to help you keep everything organized. That has been very helpful for my other local heroes out there, my business friends recommend that. Another big essential is insurance! Whatever you do, you need to cover your business with insurance. Check out all the different insurances, and do your research to make sure you’re fully covered, because you never know what might happen. Someone might hurt themselves at your business premises or you might pick up a tussle with one of your suppliers. You need insurance to cover these things. Next thing is branding your business. Start with your email address and your logo. There is also social media and all the marketing. What are you are going to do with your website? So think about your branding. Those are pretty important essential things. Let’s start with a domain name and your email address. Your domain name has to be something that will get people to your website. You don’t want to have some random URL. You want it to be your business. And with that, you’ll have that professional email. Compare .com to gmail.com. If you have the ending not be your domain name, it doesn’t look as professional. I love Gmail, but as a business, have it your domain name. You can still do Gmail for business, there’s Office 365, lots of email providers that you can use to really make your business look professional and credible. Now lets jump into your website. That’s the whole point of having an online presence. It’s something that you control. You need to have some kind of website, even if it’s just basic information on what you do, or some videos of your product. You could even add an option for people to spend money on your website. Another important thing to bring up, make sure you have contact info on your website.

Now for you business social media! That is where you want to go and really take the logo that you have and be consistent with it across all of your platforms such as Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Pinterest. Make sure to set up business pages not personal pages. This is very important. And finally what are your policies? What are the policies in place for your business? With almost any type of business, you need a terms of service. Depending on the type of business you run, you should probably consult a lawyer with this. The important thing is that you should have something. Like what is your return policy? What’s your privacy policy? Do you keep customer information? What does all this look like? Have some kind of terms of service to help protect you and your business. Make a copy of your policies available for all of your employees. Most companies will usually have it on their website. Usually down at the bottom where there’s a little link to the terms and service and the privacy policy. Be accessible! – Yes. – And also have some social proof. That is definitely today’s word of mouth. So be easily accessible. Make it easy for me to contact you, and definitely make sure I can find you readily. Make yourself easily available on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. The social proof is basically just testimonials and reviews of other customers. You want them to say hey, Mary’s hair studio is awesome, or Jimmy’s take away is awesome, or whatever that looks like. It really helps people identify with you and trust you. A pro tip for you all, do not be just a cave dweller, go out into the open and be social. Talk to people on social media, talk to people in real life, and really put your business and yourself out there. You can’t expect them all just to come to you. That will not happen. I know that it’s a famous quote, “if you build it they will come”, they won’t! You have to go to them and show them what you’re all about. Be proactive and add the human element to your online presence.

[et-lesailes]

a day with dodger

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 2190

prompt: “Please do a Chris/Dodger fic. I just watched the YouTube video of “bedtime” and dodge and his lion and 😭😭😭”

themes: super wholesome fluffy goodness w chris n dodger :)

taglist: @viarogers​ , @evanstush​ , @chibi-crazy​ ,  @pining-and-tired​ , @songforhema​, @sebabestianstan101​ , @tanyam93​ , @bval-1​, @wonderwinchester​ , @little-miss-exo​, @poerebel​ , @gogomez-509​ , @patzammit​, @a-distantdreamer​, @malthestorytellerblog​, @rainbowkisses31​, @jbug491writinghelp​, @melannie77​, @gigistorm​, @lille-kattunge​, @teller258316​, @rohaintahquil​, @deidrashouseofpain​, @firstangeldragonranch​, @peach-acid​, @allsortsofinterests​, @xoxabs88xox​, @heyiamthatbitch​, @cptn-sgrogers​, @heyyouwiththeassbutt​, @bangtan-serendipity​, @troublermalik​, @beardburnsupersoldiers​, @captainscanadian​​, @rumoured-whispers​​, @lemonster120​, @puddlejoy​​, @hannie-stark​, @bookish-shristi​​, @kind-sober-fullydressed​

** if you have asked to be on my taglist and don’t see your name here, please let me know! i lost the note i had with all the urls and so everything’s been a bit messed up lately, my apologies!

notes: tbh this is one of my newer requests and while i want to finish older ones first, i had so much muse for it i couldn’t resist. thanks to @thewritingdoll​ for the graphic!

Despite it being a Wednesday, it was the first day in a while both you and your boyfriend had the day off and were in the same place. There had been much discussion on what the two of you should do to spend the day, but no matter what you settled upon, there was one condition you both agreed on.

Dodger would be coming too. He was a part of the family, how could he not?

Chris had woken up at 6 AM to take him for his morning walk before returning to bed with you, the two of you liking to sleep in whenever you didn't have work. As his strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you back to the warmth of his body once more, Dodger settled himself at the foot of the bed and snuggled close to his beloved lion, quite willing to drift off to sleep again. He liked to be close to the two of you, and he was rather compliant with whatever schedules you had planned. Such was the life of a dog with a celebrity for a dad; he had gotten adjusted to the fast paced, sporadic lifestyle quite well. 

Your eyes slowly flickered open at around 9:30, a sleepy smile crossing your lips as you gazed up at Chris' sleeping face. His arm was still around you, large hand placed on the small of your back. You barely lifted your head up to check on Dodger, who was sprawled on his side with one paw around his lion. Like father, like son. You were grateful Chris was getting the chance to sleep; you knew how tired he had been from his hectic schedule lately. You carefully slid out from under his arm, though it wouldn't have mattered if you had ruthlessly tossed it aside-- the man was practically unconscious to the world when he was tired. 

As you lightly got to your feet from the bed, Dodger was quick to get up too, hopping off as he looked up at you with what resembled a beam on his furry face. You giggled softly and leaned down to pet him all over, giving his head a kiss. "Mm come on bubba, do you need to go out?" You guided him to the backyard door, opening it for him and watching fondly as he shot out like a bullet. You left it open a crack so he could come inside whenever he wanted, heading for the kitchen to start making breakfast for you and Chris. You didn't even care much for cooking in general, but it always made you happy to be able to cook for him, simply because you barely got to. Even when the two of you could find time to eat together, more than half the time you just settled on getting takeout or eating at a restaurant because you didn't have the time to cook. 

You were finishing up the pancakes when Chris sleepily wandered out of the bedroom, approaching you from behind and wrapping his arms around your waist. "G'morning," he mumbled in his low, husky voice still shaded from slumber, and you smiled as you let yourself melt into his hold. "Hey there, babe. You sleep well?" you asked softly, turning your head to give his cheek a kiss. He lazily rested his head on your shoulder, squeezing you tight. "Mm sure did. And waking up to this wonderful smell was just as nice. You're too good to me, sweetheart." You smiled as you turned back to the stove, moving the last pancake to the plate filled with them already. You knew what Chris’ appetite was like, and the more he ate, the better. Now that he was done with Marvel, he finally did not need to be so rigid and strict with his diet, and you and his mother and “plotted” to give him all the delicious food you could. “You deserve it, babe. You’ve been working so hard. Now how do you want your eggs?”

Before he could answer, a happy Dodger came trotting in, immediately running up to Chris to greet him. The man laughed loudly as the canine began to jump on him, almost immediately leaning down to scoop him up into his arms like a baby. “Good morning, bubba! Were you running around in the yard? I hope you didn’t use up too much energy, because me, you, and mama are gonna go for a hike today.” You smiled in satisfaction, giggling softly as you turned to ruffle his fur. “When does he ever run out of energy? It’s been so long since he’s gotten that long of a walk, he’s going to be thrilled.” Chris smiled, kissing the dog’s furry head. “You’re right. But I think he’s more focused on something else now.” You blinked and looked to where Dodger was currently staring before laughing, rolling your eyes fondly as you picked up the plate of bacon. “Okay, okay bubba, let’s put some on Daddy’s plate first and then I’ll give you a piece.” 

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After the three of you ate breakfast, it was time to get ready. Dodger was already ready to go, waiting by the door and whining impatiently, making the two of you chuckle. “We can’t go in our pajamas, ya goofy boy! Wait a second!” Chris playfully chided, rubbing between his ears before ushering you to the bedroom. You watched as he peeled out of his t-shirt, subconsciously letting out a sigh. He heard this and turned to you with an amused grin, wagging his finger playfully. “Nuh uh, don’t look at me like that, baby girl. We can come home and have our fun, but our son needs us and if you keep giving me that look I can’t promise I’ll behave.” You blinked and laughed, coming over to smack his bicep. “I’m not feral, for God’s sake, I’m just appreciating my boyfriend’s body! There’s nothing wrong with that.” You smirked at him before standing on your tiptoes to give him a peck on the lips, then went to the dresser to take out the clothes you planned on changing into. “You gonna wear that sexy little sports bra I love so much?” he asked with a hopeful smile, and you giggled softly, taking it out. “Hm? Is that what you call behaving?”

“Yes. Misbehaving would be insisting you go without a bra on at all.” He pointed out with a cheeky smirk, and you wrinkled your nose at the thought, though couldn’t help but giggle again. “Okay, okay, get dressed. I can hear Dodger practically going into depression out there.” You changed into aforementioned sports bra, a loose workout tank top, and your favorite pair of Nike shorts. Looking over at him, you almost wanted to let out another pleased sigh. All he was wearing was a tight tee, workout pants, and a Red Sox baseball cap, but damn he looked good, especially with his bulging muscles. “You forgot this, sweetheart,” he commented, taking the matching cap he had bought for you and placing it on your head. While his was black with a red B, yours was black with a pink one. You smiled and adjusted it before humming thoughtfully. “We should probably pack a backpack, yeah? Water for all three of us, snacks, and some treats for him.” He followed you with his arms wrapped around you, taking his steps outside your own with a goofy smile. “You’re such a good mama. I can’t wait to have a baby with you.” He mumbled into your neck and you chuckled softly, murmuring playfully in response, “Now how about you propose to me first and then we’ll talk about it?”

He laughed as he pulled back to get Dodger’s leash and harness. “Oh, it’s happening, baby doll, but you can’t rush me. I need it to be absolutely perfect. And as of right now, that’s all you’re going to hear about it. Can’t ruin the surprise.” You smiled, shaking your head to yourself as you gathered water bottles, a portable water bowl for Dodger, his bag of treats, and a few granola bars into a backpack. “Well, you better hurry before I change my mind,” you teased, and he scoffed in response as he managed to put the harness on the dog’s squirming, wiggling body. “You’re stuck with me for life, babe, you know that by now.”

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You sighed in pure bliss as you sat upon the grassy peak of land, staring out at the small waterfall pouring out into a river underneath. The two of you had found an isolated spot along the way to sit and relax, and Dodger seemed to love it too as he rolled around in the grass and basked in the sunlight beaming down. Chris leaned back as he adjusted his cap, smiling in satisfaction. “I wish we could do this more often, baby,” he murmured, looking towards you, and you nodded your head with a wistful sigh. “Me too. It’s so beautiful here, I feel like we never get to go outside anymore.” He nodded as he moved to wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer to him and resting his head on top of yours. “I know. Maybe it’s time I take a step back.” You blinked, glancing up at him. “What? From acting? Babe, you don’t need to do that. You love acting.” He sighed and kissed your head mumbling, “But I also love you. And our little bubba over here.” He playfully reached over to grab the dog and roll him over to his side, rubbing his belly roughly. “I want to be able to see you guys more often.”

You smiled, appreciating his sentiment, but hummed softly as you took his hands in yours and squeezed them lightly. “Chris, as great as that would be, I know you. You’d go crazy if you didn’t have a script in your hand, a role lined up-- a camera to be in front of.” You chuckled softly, lazily bringing his fingers up to your mouth to kiss them gently. “It’s your passion. And that’s not a bad thing. We still make our relationship work anyways, and me and Dodger appreciate the time you already do put in for us. If you want to take a break, that’s okay, but nothing permanent. I won’t let you, got it?”

He smiled as he listened to you, suddenly hugging you tighter to him. “I love you so much, Y/N. You know that?” You smiled as you nuzzled into him, tilting your head up to kiss at his bearded chin. “I love you too Chris.”

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Bedtime was one of your favorite times of the day when Chris was home. Or, to be exact, getting ready for bed. After catching a nice, hot shower together and brushing your teeth while making funny faces in the mirror with the black charcoal toothpaste you had recently brought smeared all over your lips and teeth, it was now time to let Dodger know it was time for bed. “Hey bubba! C’mon, bubba, time to sleep. Go get your lion.” Chris leaned down to playfully pat the canine’s bum and you giggled as you watched the dog scamper towards the living room, picking up his cherished lion in his mouth. He trotted back to the bedroom happily, jumping up onto the bed and making himself comfortable. 

The two of you were now snuggled in bed in pajamas with Netflix on TV, Dodger curled up in between both of you practically passed out. Of course, though, if one of you were to get up to even simply use the bathroom or get water, he’d immediately be up on his feet again, wagging his tail making sure that nobody was playing or doing anything fun without him. You smiled fondly as you stroked his fur lovingly; Chris had made an excellent choice when he had picked him at the shelter, and you were sure you would both be adopting even more dogs down the road once both of you had more time. 

You were in a state of comfortable silence; one thing you loved about Chris was that while the two of you loved to talk and actually do things, you could also simply relax. There was never any pressure to keep conversation going or to keep each other entertained. You found pleasure in each other’s mere presence, and this was why you were convinced you could spend the rest of your life with this man.

You glanced over to him after about fifteen minutes, sensing he had been quite still. As you suspected, his head was slightly tilted, his eyes closed as he breathed evenly in his slumber. You giggled softly, carefully leaning over to turn off the lamp before settling down in bed, gently guiding his body down as well. He barely grunted and shifted, but soon naturally turned to wrap his strong arms around you, Dodger included. You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to each of their heads before resting your head on the pillow, soon to slip off into dreamland yourself.

[digitizedsouls]

———  BASICS! ♡

NAME! ♡   Moon. Apparently. I went by Kitty on here for a while but somehow it became Moon, and now I am Moon Mun. (Moon Moon lol)

PRONOUNS! ♡    She/Her but with a ‘lil bit of They/Them sprinkled in sometimes. As a treat. 

ZODIAC SIGN! ♡    Cancer

TAKEN OR SINGLE! ♡   Married

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

1! ♡    I am also a livestreamer, a hobby that I am taking pretty seriously, and which takes up a surprising amount of my free time. I really enjoy it though, especially because I get to connect with my friends via video games in a time when it’s hard to be connected to anyone, and when I live half an ocean away from my nearest friends. 

2! ♡    I have a strange, inexplicable fear of people touching my feet. I have never understood this, but it appears to be hereditary in some way, because my dad and grandfather are the same. 

3! ♡    I have a few mental illnesses, one of which is considered a learning disability. After living with them for my entire life and seeing the miscommunication they can cause, and now trying to write with people via text with no way to demonstrate the intent behind my words, is that I become very wordy in an attempt for clarity. I can seem a bit abrasive at first because I try to express my own boundaries carefully, and am cautious about new people. However I’m really a massive goober and just want to have fun and write cool things with people ♥

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED! ♡  I mainly rp on tumblr, but sometimes do one-on-one rp with very close people on Discord. It has to be with people I am close to and speak to semiregularly otherwise I will forget the server exists. Object permanence is not my strong suit LOL. Also I can’t do multi-person servers (3+). I get overwhelmed.  I’ve been writing on various platforms for almost... God, 15 years or more? Starting with anime forum sites and gaiaonline, moving eventually to gmail, google docs, and finally tumblr about 4.5 years ago.

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER! ♡   I don’t really have a preference, I don’t think? I have quite a few male muses, but also female muses and nonbinary/GNC muses so -shrug-?

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S)! ♡   I.. don’t think i have any.. or I just really can’t think of any because I am actively trying to. hm. 

MULTI OR SINGLE! ♡   Both. I have two active(ish) multimuse blogs and a few single blogs. I also have ADHD so not a single one of them gets the attention they really deserve because I am fickle and flighty LOL

FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF! ♡   Sometimes. I tend to crave action of some kind in threads, and get this “I’m not doing enough” anxiety with fluff threads. sort of a feeling of “It’s been five minutes something needs to happen!!” But sometimes the mood hits just right and I crave soft fluff and comfort for my muses ♥

ANGST! ♡  yes!!! I have a weakness for angst threads. And i also have what my best friend lovingly refers to as angst reflexes. Angst me and I’ll angst you harder LOL. But I also avoid pure pain and torment with nothing to come of it. I don’t enjoy when every thread is “how can we hurt them next and drop it when they’re out of danger to do it again?” I need the catharsis of fixing the situation or it becomes too emo. I also don’t like to be pigeonholed into angst. It’s fun to be cruel to muses sometimes, but don’t try to force me or my characters into it. I will drop you. 

SMUT! ♡   I don’t consider myself very good at writing smut, but am open to it. I need to either be very comfortable with a writing partner or know absolutely nothing about them to avoid embarrassment LOL 

PLOT / MEMES! ♡   Yes to both! Send me memes! Reach out to plot! Ask me questions! Let’s create something together! And i cannot stress this enough: SEND ALL THE MEMES YOUR HEART DESIRES. I won’t answer them all. How could I? But I will love having more options for inspiration, more ways to interact. And I save memes and re-read them later, so I will often come to people and go “hey you sent me this thing once, and I wanna answer it now in the context of [thread]” There’s no downside to spamming me with memes. Just, no anon rp. Gimme a url if you gotta send via anon ♥

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[viriyanon]

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mutuals send me "♣️" and i'll do this

why did i challenge myself with this ask game

You’re my: twins regarding goldfish brain and half of you? is my fellow phupha-protector and 🌏🦐😘 also you're my main entertainment when you orthy and maria(?) and ellis too(?) i think threw pies to each other cus you chose ipytm as url and we all were collectively BAMBOOZLED by how to pronounce that and me as a non itsay and ipytm enthusiast became a bystander with a bowl of popcorn in my hand (tho i supported the ipytm agenda that time)

How I met you: HM WAIT LEMME OPEN THE OLD PHOTOBOOK i think.... we interacted a lot through my meta your tag was LYFE and i saw you were as chaotic as orthy on my posts. also we are fellow ppdcc ask victims so 🤝 (tbh i didn't really remember)

Why I follow you: YOU LITERALLY PINNED A DESCRIPTION ABT URSELF AND IT WAS A WHOLE NEW WORLD TO ME I NEVER HIT FOLLOW BUTTON THAT QUICK IN MY LIFE EVEN WHEN IM ABT TO FOLLOW AN ARTIST IN IG ID SCROLL DOWN THEIR FEED FIRST THEN DECIDE TO FOLLOW BUT YOU? I DIDNT EVEN SCROLL. you may think im lying but really, im not

Your blog is: world heritage, legendary, one and only cus tumblr obv wont allow two accounts with an identical URL ✊

Your URL is:

simp card approved

Your icon is: very colorful. there are so many color in one icon box. like, every time your post appears in my dash and i see ur icon, i immediately HOLY SHIT COLOR PALETTES GO BRRRRRRR

A random fact I know about you: you were scared to ask my name

General opinion: one time you disappeared from civilization and when you reappeared everyone went cray cray. also ur very kind to everyone to all ur mutuals and followers and it warms my heart luv u quan 💚💚💚

A random thought I have: "how this man can be so nice to everyone where does he get that energy from, damn does he inhale the sun or sum shit"

[imherongraystairstrash]

Hello there you beautfiul blog user and writer! If you are open to accept prompts or to get ideas to future fics may I suggest a fic of lil Christopher Lightwood and when their parents found out he needed some glasses? I love how well you write him

Hello beautiful Anon!! Thank you so much for the request! It's called August for literally no reason whatsoever, btw. Anyway here’s little Kit getting his first pair of distance glasses (as a user of said glasses, I’m drawing from personal experiences).

August

Characters: Christopher Lightwood, Gabriel Lightwood & Cecily Lightwood/Herondale

...

“Good, Kit,” Gabriel said from where he was kneeling beside the small boy. 

His son smiled up at him with wide, blue eyes—that looked lilac purple in the sunlight—and put down his bow. “Did I get it in the centre?”

“Almo—” Gabriel furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean? Can’t you see the target?” 

Kit squinted his eyes. “A tiny bit. But I can’t see the arrow.”

Gabriel’s confusion grew. “Son,” he said, standing and walking a couple of metres away from where he was standing. “How many fingers am I holding up?” 

“Three.”

Gabriel was indeed holding up three fingers. “Hm.” He said. “I guess you couldn’t possibly need new glasses.” 

Christopher shrugged. 

“Perhaps your current glasses are interfering. Here, take them off.”

Kit obliged. He looked at the arrow and fumbled with the string, trying to see where the arrow’s tail was. 

“Papa, I’m getting dizzy.” He said.

“Oh, then never mind, put them back on.” Gabriel said, quickly, not wanting Christopher to get a headache. 

Once Kit adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, both of them stood there, thinking about what they should do.

“Can we just continue training?” Kit asked.

“Yes,” Gabriel said, a relieved smile on his face.

…

“Are you teaching our five-year-old son how to shoot a bow and arrow?” Cecily asked from the doorway, a while later.

Gabriel glanced at her momentarily and nodded. 

Cecily leaned her hip against the doorframe and crossed her arms. “Is he good?”

“His form is exceptional, but he can’t seem to shoot it to the center.”

“Well,” Cecily said, walking inside and kneeling down beside her son. He did, in fact, have perfect form, something he somehow must have inherited from his father. “He doesn’t have to excel at it.” 

“Of course not.” Gabriel said. “I’m just confused.”

Kit shot the arrow and skipped over to the target. “It’s closer!” He said turning to his parents excitedly.

“Wonderfully done, Kit bach,” Cecily said, smiling widely. 

Gabriel sighed at how naturally Cecily could speak to their children and encourage them. Whenever he tried it, he felt awkward. Will sometimes teased him at times over how he couldn’t train children. Cecily told him to just treat them as though he were training adolescents or adults, that his children won’t think anything of him being less enthusiastic.

“Why is he walking up to the target?” Cecily asked, interrupting his thoughts.

“He says he can’t see it well.”

Cecily craned her head to look at him. “He probably needs glasses.”

“He already has glasses.” Gabriel pointed out.

“Other types of glasses, you nitwit. Ones for long distances. Didn’t that cross your mind?”

“It did! I even checked to see if he needed them.”

“How?”

“I held up some fingers and he could see them just fine.” Gabriel said, defensively.

Cecily gave him the you’re-a-fool face. “Of course he can bloody see your fingers! That’s not a proper test as to whether he can see or not!” she said, exasperated. 

“Then how do we test it?” Gabriel asked.

Cecily set Kit’s bow and took hold of his hand, pulling him along. “We leave it to the experts.”

…

He has Myopia as well as Hyperopia. I’d even say he is more nearsighted than farsighted.  

“What does that mean?” Gabriel whispered to Cecily.

“I don’t know,” Cecily mouthed.

Brother Jeremiah looked into Christopher’s eyes, and Gabriel had the urge to go to his son and spare him the sight. Christopher shifted from where he was sitting, trying to look at his parents. Jeremiah put a hand on his chin to keep his gaze on him, so that he could see his eyes better. Cecily took Gabriel’s hand as if to say, calm down; he’ll be alright.

Gabriel squeezed it back and watched as Jeremiah closed the lids of Kit’s eyes and hovered his fingers over them. 

He must have told Kit to open his eyes, because suddenly they flew open.

Gabriel didn’t understand the procedure The Brothers used for checking eyesight. All he knew was that after a while, Brother Jeremiah took Kit’s glasses and turned to Gabriel and Cecily, waiting for one of them to follow him.

Cecily used Gabriel’s knee to get up and went with Brother Jeremiah to get the glasses fixed while Gabriel stayed with Christopher. 

Gabriel walked over to his son and sat down next to him.

“Well, son, I’ll admit that I have no idea what’s wrong with your glasses.” He said with a half smile.

“I can’t see far away.” Kit said. “Myopia means my eyes are curved differently, so they can’t focus the light normally. So, I can’t see from far away as well as up close.”  

Gabriel turned to him, surprised. “How did you know that?”

“Uncle Henry explained it to me.” He said, shrugging. “I wanted to know why I needed glasses in the first place.”

Gabriel ruffled his hair. “You always know the right questions to ask, don’t you, ducks?”

He didn’t know how he ended up with a son like Christopher, who had such a sharp mind at so young. The reason as to why some people needed glasses had never crossed his mind, but Kit’s mind seemed to always be working, questioning why things and people were the way they were. Some people thought that Christopher was absent-minded, but Gabriel knew that it was because his brain was constantly working, not engaging in the current conversation, because it paled in comparison to what he was thinking about, or because there were too many things going on at once. 

He looked at his son, who was looking up at him with wide eyes and his head tilted to the side. He looked like his beautiful mother in that small gesture. 

“Can you even see me?” Gabriel asked, with a smile.

“Not really. You’re a little blurry.”

“Blurry.”

“A Papa-looking blur.”

Gabriel laughed out loud as Cecily came inside.

“We’re in luck,” She announced. “The Brother’s have temporary glasses with Christopher’s exact prescription that he can use while his are being fixed.” She came over with said glasses and carefully put them on Kit.

They immediately slipped down his nose. 

“I think they’re a bit too big.” Gabriel said.

“Well, it’s that or he doesn’t see.” Cecily said, laughing.

…

“Do you like Kit’s temporary glasses, Cecy?” Gabriel asked, knowing perfectly well that she adored them.

“He is the most adorable little thing that’s walked the planet.” Cecily said, glancing at Christopher, who was lagging a bit behind them, staring at the witchlight stones as they passed by them, walking out of the Basilias. 

“Enjoy it while you can,” Gabriel said, opening the doors for the others to go out, “next week he gets his actual glasses back.”

“Don’t remind me,” Cecily said mournfully.

Gabriel held out his hand for Christopher to take, and was surprised when he didn’t take it.

Gabriel looked down and realized that he wasn’t even there. “Kit?” he asked. 

Cecily and Gabriel both stopped and turned around. Christopher stood frozen a couple of steps behind them, his jaw hanging open as he stared up at the trees. 

“What’s the matter, Kit?” Cecily asked.

“I can see each individual leaf.” He mumbled. “If I wanted to, I could count them all!” He looked up at his mother with a huge grin on his face. 

Cecily had always had a soft spot for her son, but with the oversized frames on his small head, the bridge slipping down his nose occasionally, Cecily felt her heart melting. 

“You could,” she said, holding out a hand for him to take. “But then you’d miss all of the other beautiful things you can now see.”

Christopher took her hand, casting a long look at the tree before following her. 

There was a slight skip to his step as he looked around, taking in the world, his gaze always returning to the trees, which seemed to be the most fascinating revelation. 

“Are you going to go back home and practice archery with your father?” Cecily asked.

Kit nodded happily. 

Cecily didn’t think Gabriel really understood that Kit only really liked archery because it was time he could spend with his father. He was always nervous in anything that had to do with fatherhood, terrified that he’d end up like Benedict. 

Cecily had told him time and time again that his children will love him unconditionally, unless he gave them reason not to, but she also knew that it was hard for Gabriel. His relationship with his father was a mixture of love and abuse, the line between the two becoming so unnoticeable, that Gabriel had a hard time telling the difference. 

Cecily had faith in him, however. Especially as she looked at Gabriel and Kit in front of her, the latter sitting on the former’s shoulders, taking his glasses on and off, comparing the way he could see without glasses and the way he could see with them on. 

Christopher turned around. “Mama, I can see the entire world!” He held his arms out wide, a wide grin on his face, as though he were presenting its beauty.

Cecily laughed and put a hand on his back, “Yes, bach, the world is a beautiful place, isn’t it?” She looked at Gabriel. He took her hand, kissing the back of it and let their interlaced hands swing between them as they walked back home.

...

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[superrobotmonkeyteamramblingsgo]

7 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER. rules:  fill this up and then tag 7 people you’d like to know better!

one / ( alias / name ):  Acara, though I have been called Rambler before two / ( date of birth ): May 29th three / ( zodiac sign ): Gemini Monkey four / ( height ): 5′ 9″ (actually more like 5′ 8 and 3/4″ but I round up lol) five / ( hobbies ): doodling, writing, reading, playing with pets, going for walks both outside and on wikis  six / ( favorite color ):  Yellow!  seven / ( favorite books ): Hm, does manga count? Because it would be probably be Dream Saga by Megumi Tachikawa. This series holds a close place to my heart, as I managed to get all volumes of it back in the early 2000s, before  it went out of print. When I was in middle-school and reading all the manga I could get my hands on, this one stood out to me. While plenty of manga and anime have references and allusions to Japaneses mythology, this was the first one I read that came out and said ‘here is the creation myth of Japan and here is the myth of Susanoo rescuing the princess’, which kept it from going all over my kid head. It kind of became a starting off point for me to learn more about the mythology, and the art became a big influence on me. eight / ( last song listened to ):  Hell or High Water by The Rescues  nine / ( last film or show watched ): Other than SRMTHFG? Hm, probably was the Ducktales reboot.  ten / ( story behind url ): I ramble, a lot. My main blog is randomramblingtidbits but here I am rambling about SRHMHG!  eleven / ( inspiration for muse / talk about an oc ): Oh boy, you ready to see my rambling first hand? :D

So once upon a time I had this massive SRMTHG fanfic I began writing after season three wrapped up. Even back then I was of the opinion that adding more female characters to a show is always a good thing, and as I said before the backstory of the store is a sausage feast. So I began creating all these female lore characters, who more often than not also had a robot monkey friend. Then I began pruning them down as I grew up and my ideas matured, as well as incorporating stuff from season four. As it is, Pheena is a mesh of aspects from about three or four old OC’s.

The main idea was that there is a lot of unknown when it comes to the backstory of the Monkey Team. Somehow it was foreseen that there would be a Chosen One. Somehow the Alchemist had to stick around long enough to complete the team despite how advance his transformation appeared in Golden Age. Somehow Shuggazoom stayed protected between the time of Captain Shuggazoom and the Monkey Team. Somehow the Skeleton King was kept at bay and away from Shuggazoom until season one. Somehow the monkeys went to asleep after Mandarin.

It is just easy to replace all those ‘somehows’ with ‘someone’, and thus Pheena.

Similarly, Flora originated from several robot monkey OC’s, several of whom were the robot monkey companions to the same characters Pheena originated from. I use to have alot of RM OC’s because...I actually thought there were going to be more monkeys in the show? That might sound weird, but between Sokko, Mandarin (remember, I thought he was a random unrelated monkey who went Krinkle on the team), and the Robo-Apes, middle-school Acara was sure that there would be more monkey side characters. I was so sure that Shuggazoom was just going to be this place where monkeys lived alongside the humans, with morere characters like Jinmay who had a monkey companion, but who wasn’t actually weren’t like evil. So Pheena and Flora are kind of an exploration of that girl and her monkey idea that Jinmay and Sokko presented and their human-monkey relationship acting as a foil to Chiro and the team’s (but especially with Antauri).  

And while Flora being a normal monkey came later, that further explores the idea of seeing how the robot monkeys would react to a regular monkey. As I mentioned before, she really fills in the role of bratty child that UltraForce!Chiro was suppose to be, as well as being something of a ‘little sister’ to the team’s dynamics. And when I was in fandom like Sonic the Hedgehog, Friendship is Magic, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles I was floored by way fans used real world animal facts to enhance their stories, weaving in biology with fiction to make such interesting tales. I am a veterinary nurse, so seeing animal facts utilized is for anthros and cartoons animals always fascinated me. So Flora became a good way for me to try my hand at the same thing, integrating more real world monkey facts into the fan narrative I’m crafting. The Spottova twins are similar, being a way for me to utuizlie what I learned about cotton-top tamarins and family structures of monkeys. 

...and this is why I’m called a rambler XD 

AGGED BY: @sweetcircuits and @monkeyinaround! Thanks for the shoutout and sorry I took so long to respond!  TAGGING: Hm, who in the SRMTHFG! fandom hasn’t been tagged? Let’s see, there is @ar-blackshaw, @iudormu, @obscuraperla and has fandom mom @netbug009 done it yet? IDK, help yourself, pools open feel free to jum pin. 

[thedeviltohisangel]

He’s A God, He’s A Man: 3

If only he would just talk to her.

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Lydia took her time washing the blood from her hands in the kitchen sink. Tommy had locked himself in a room that she assumed acted as his office of sorts. She had rubbed her hands almost raw in the hopes he would show his face again. All she wanted to do was talk to him. She wasn’t looking to pick up exactly where they had left off. If he wanted nothing to do with her, the least he could do would be to say it to her face.

“They’re as clean as they’re gonna get.” Lydia turned to see Polly, brown curls cascading over one shoulder, a black cigarette dangling elegantly from her fingertips.

“Yeah, I suppose I just…” Lydia didn’t know how to explain that she was planning on washing her hands until Tommy showed up again. Polly noticed her eyes linger longingly on the closed doors on the side of the sitting room.

“The ring Tommy used to wear, you’re the girl with the matching one.”

“Yes. I was. I am. I was.” Things were so much more complicated now. And the only person who could help her work through them had locked himself away.

“He thought you were dead.”

“I thought he was dead.” Polly watched her closely as she took a drag from her cigarette. “I guess I should be heading back. If Arthur needs anything, I’m sure someone will know where to find me.” She had to stop back at The Garrison first since Tommy had dragged her away without her purse, gloves and coat.

“Lydia.” The name felt heavy on Tommy’s tongue. He hadn’t said it out loud since the battlefield. Since he had screamed for her as he watched the hospital burn. He found it difficult to look at her now. Tommy had gotten used to the feeling of his world being titled and out of balance. But now, looking at her in his kitchen, it felt like it was put back into its proper place. But now he felt out of balance. Everything had shifted and Tommy hadn’t found his footing yet. “Thank you for helping tonight.”

“You didn’t leave me much of a choice.” She had been shocked by the ferocity of Tommy’s grip on her arm back at The Garrison. She thinks there were a lot of new things about Tommy she needed to learn.

“Forgive me but your presence was quite startling.” He rubbed a cigarette along his bottom lip before tucking it into the corner of his mouth and lighting it.

“And you think I was expecting to see you when I opened that window today?” Polly watched the two spar back and forth with a gleam. Perhaps this wasn’t the doomed love Tommy had led her to believe it was.

“Why else would you be here?” he emphasized with a jab of his cigarette in her direction, “You spend how many years with me thinking you were never even real-”

“That’s rich, Thomas, I know I didn’t receive any letters from you.” He strode over to her quickly until he was so close that the counter top pressed into her back. Polly took the change in the air to be her cue to leave.

“You know I searched through the debris of the hospital like a fucking animal! Looking for scraps of you!” 

“I wasn’t in the fucking hospital, Tommy!” She grabbed his face between her hands. He was breathing heavily and his eyes looked wild. Like the animal he had just been comparing himself to. Seeing as Lydia had thought Tommy had perished in that hospital fire, she had never thought about what he had been through since the war. But now her mind was racing with the horrors she had seen other soldiers experience. It pained her to think her Tommy had been through the same. With the guilt of thinking he had lost her added on top of that.

“Then where have you been all this time?” He was breathing easier now. Her touch had calmed him back in France and there was no change in that now. He was angry at her for abandoning him the way she had. For letting him shoulder the pain of her death while he didn’t have to. For taking away his smile.

“In New York. Thinking you were dead. Thinking you had been in the hospital that day.” Tommy stepped away from her and let her hands fall from his face.

“Right,” he breathed in the smoke of his cigarette like it was the only thing he needed to survive, “I’ll have one of my men make sure you get home safe.”

“Tommy-”

“Not tonight, Lydia, not tonight.” He held her gaze as he whispered the words softly. Rage and regret. Some guilt was settling inside of him at all the nasty, overwhelming feelings that had swelled inside of him since The Garrison that morning. There was only so much emotion Tommy Shelby could handle and he had reached his capacity for the night. Besides, it wasn’t as if they could go back to where they had been. He wasn’t that man anymore. Wasn’t the man she had spoken to about her dreams at night. All he was good for now was a nightmare. 

----

“It’s hard to imagine that this is a war zone.” Lydia was lying on her back in the grass outside of the field hospital. Tommy was lying next to her. She would have preferred to curl up next to him but the stitches on his ribs had busted earlier. 

“What do you think this place looked like before the war?” 

“Exactly the same. Something this peaceful, during a time this violent, has to have always been that way.” Tommy hummed at her words. She had dragged him out to look at the stars. Something about fresh air being the most powerful tool for healing falling from her lips. He’d go anywhere she asked him to. The feeling of her hand in his was too addicting to pass up.

“We could get married in a field like this.” Lydia giggled.

“You’re being silly, Thomas.”

“The thought of marrying me is silly to you?” She turned to look at him.

“You’re being serious?”

“Why not? I could use someone like you back in Birmingham.”

“And what, exactly, is even in Birmingham?”

“Me.” And that was enough.

Tommy stared out the window, smoking a cigarette slowly. He wasn’t surprised that his dreams had been about her tonight. She was all he could think about. And now that he knew she was alive and within reach, perhaps she would be all he could ever think about. He knows she expected more out of their reunion than he had given her. He hated that she had to see him as the man he was now. She deserved better. That much he was sure of.

Her hands had been so soft against his face. They had grounded him the way they had before. He wanted to close his eyes and fall into their softness. He wanted them to ease all the pain he had been suffering from since their separation. He wanted to tell her that he may still have it in him to love her. If only she could find it within herself to love a man like him.

----

It was a slow afternoon at the pub, the groups of men scattered about the tables and taking their time with their pints. It was a welcome change of pace for Lydia. She had broken a sweat during the initial wave and was happy to have at least a moment to cool off. It was peaceful until the door opened and in walked Tommy Shelby and his band of Peaky Blinders, as Lydia had learned they called themselves. The group went to their private room but Tommy walked right up to the bar.

“I trust Robert was pleasant company on your walk home last night.” 

“Do you always have a cigarette in your mouth?” she questioned as he pulled one out from a tin in his pocket. He offered one to her instead of answering her. “I don’t smoke.” She went back to wiping the bar top.

“I remember you doing so back in France.”

“I was trying to impress you,” she whispered as a flush spread across her cheeks. 

“Watching you amputate a man’s leg was impressive enough,” he mused as he held the cigarette between two fingers. A comfortable silence fell between the two. Tommy leaning on the bar and watching her wipe the rag in circular motions. A Blinder called from the snug, asking what he was doing, but he paid him no mind. “What are you doing here, Lydia?” His change in tone is what made her look up. It sounded like the old Tommy. If only for a second.

“You’ll be upset if I tell you.” Lydia had planned on handling Campbell in her own way. Tommy didn’t need to be involved. Besides, he had been quite protective of her in France and she only imagined he was still the same way.

“How could I be upset?” It was as much as he was willing to let on. He was happy she was back in his life. But that wasn’t a word that kept hm in power. Wasn’t a word that would keep her safe.

“The man who did that to your brother. He brought me here.” When it didn’t look as though she was planning on elaborating, Tommy placed his hand on top of hers to stop the process of cleaning.

“What do you mean he brought you here?”

“Said I could be his negotiating tool.” His face hardened until he was looking through her instead of at her. The rage he had grown comfortable harboring within him was beginning to show. “I told him that we hadn’t spoken, that I thought you were-”

“He’s using you as bait.” Inspector Campbell had gone through the trouble of locating Tommy’s long lost love in a bid to win against him. Had chosen the object of his most precious memories, the only things keeping him alive, to toy with him. To put her in harm's way without any regard. This upped the stakes. Any concessions Tommy might have been considering were gone. Replaced was ice in his veins and fire in his soul.

“I’m sorry. I got so caught up when he told me you were alive that I…” she murmured as she shrugged her shoulders sheepishly. The picture of Tommy in his uniform in the file Campbell had given her had made her smitten all over again. She had tucked between the pages of the book she was currently reading. 

“Don’t apologize to me. We’ve been through too much for that.” He had been fully prepared and willing to spend the rest of his life with her. He was wary of trusting her the way he once had but the time they had spent together in France, now that was something he couldn’t ignore.

“I’m on your side, Tommy. I promise.” She thinks she might have imagined the smile that flickered across his face and the gentle squeeze of his hand on hers.

----

Lydia heard the footsteps of the Inspector coming up behind her as she admired the marble statue. It was an odd place for him to choose for them to meet. She always thought museums were a place for independent quietness.

“Was it nice to see your long lost soldier again?” He didn’t even bother to try and hide the contempt in his voice. Lydia hated that he was using these old feelings as a weapon against both her and Tommy. But she couldn’t jump ship from Campbell just yet. They had only just been reunited.

“Yes, sir, but I still have a lot to learn about the new Thomas Shelby.”

“What about the pack of scum he runs with? The Peaky Blinders?”

“Nothing. I am working on getting closer.” The Inspector stopped his pacing and walked close enough to whisper into her ear.

“You do so by whatever means necessary.” Her heart leapt into her throat, her nails digging into her palm to keep her from lashing out. Her and Tommy, it had only been one time, their last night in the field under the stars before the fire that separated them. If she ever was forced to barter her memories, that would be the one never up for sale. For Campbell to think she would partake in such an act for less than pure reasons, with Tommy Shelby of all people...she was enraged.

“Of course,” she whispered back. She made sure to hold his gaze without faltering. Now was no time to show weakness.

“That’s one of the reasons why I’ve always argued that women should be allowed in the field. Nothing makes men weak quite like they do.” He assessed her up and down the way Lydia assumed a predator does its prey. She held the shiver at bay that wished to run through her body. After the way Tommy had hardened at the mention of Campbell at the pub, she thinks it would be easy for her to ask him to dispose of the cop. She considered it as he leered at her.

“Good day, Inspector.” She spun on her heel without a second thought and marched right out of the gallery. She had told Tommy earlier that she was on his side. Now, she was going to prove it.

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[hotarutranslations]

Spring Tour Tickets Blog Advanced Reception!

Evening

Its Ishida Ayumi

 Mail order for my birthday goods has begun

 That’s what I heard,

I thought I would introduce them,

 The rucksack was suddenly sold out

 Hm?

 How is that?

 Were they not there from the beginning?

 I went to check the level of it,

It seems they sold out really fast,

There is no way it’s like this,

 I ended up laughing a little……(bitter laugh)

 Thank you very much though~

  It’s unfortunate,

 I thought enthusiastically, with that everyone can certainly use it!, I’m happy that the result was like this but,,,was it not enough?

 But a lot of people have said,

I wanntttt ittt,

I’m happy about that personally!

 I think everyone is kind!

 I’m glad about that

 Therefore thank you very much!!

 The other goods are still remaining…… …that is they’re remaining so they’re on sale today lol

 There are other photos and t-shirts!! Please definitely check it out!!

 The t-shirts on sale,

I’m actually really surprised about that

 I’ve though, it makes me really happy when people wear the t-shirt that commemorates my birthday~, if you’d like, please wear a lot of the t-shirts!

  DVD “Morning Musume ’19 Ishida Ayumi & Country Girls Yamaki Risa FC Event ~#FinallyYamakiandIshidaarehavinganevent~”

 This is also being sold

 #FinallyYamakiandIshidaarehavinganevent

 Those that haven’t seen the move yet ↑ definitely

 I’ll be continuing with announcements,

 “Morning Musume ’20 Concert Tour Spring” Title has Been Decided!

 ~MOMM~

(Music On My Mind)

 Thank you for your support… ❤ ❤ ❤

 Also for the spring tour, we’re having a special advanced reception on the members official blogs!

 The advanced reception performances↓summarized

 4/12 (Sun) Nara Centennial Hall ※Family Seating Accepted

4/18 (Sat) Okinawa Convention Center Gekijoto

4/25 (Sat) Miyakonojo-shi Bunka Kaikan Dai Hall

4/26 (Sun) Fukuoka Sunplaza Hotel & Hall

4/29 (Wed, Holiday) Sunport Hall Takamatsu Dai Hall

5/3 (Sun) Mie Bunka Kaikan Dai Hall

5/4 (Mon, Holiday) Nagoya Congress Center Century Hall 5/10 (Sun) Hokujo-shi Bunka Koryu Center Sakura Hall Dai Hall

5/16 (Sat) Ueno Gakuen Hall 5/17 (Sun) Okayama Civic Hall 5/23 (Sat) Sapporo Cultural Arts Theater hitaru

5/30 (Sat) Hokuto Bunka Hall (Nagano Kenmin Bunka Kaikan) Dai Hall

5/31 (Sun) YCC Kenmin Bunka Hall

(Yamanashi Kenritsu Kenmin Bunka Hall) Dai Hall

6/6 (Sat) Nagaoka Shiritsu Gekijo Dai Hall

6/7 (Sun) Fukui Phoenix Plaza Dai Hall

 Reception URL: https://eplus.jp/morningmusume_bl/ Reception Period: ~1/23 (Thurs) 11:59PM

 Its not on a first-come-first-serve basis but,

Don’t forget to apply!

 Lets definitely meet~

  Angerme

 Aah,

 Have you listened to 60TRYbu!

I listened to it!

 Takeuchi Akari-san and,

Tsuchiya-san,

 They talked about my photobook

 The opened the pages and talked,

Without seeing what they were talking about it I understood!

 That’s how it is! Since I’m the person in question! ←

 When I signed the books,

I saw it enough to get tired of it lol

 Everyone also look at it that much!!!

 See you ayumin ❤

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URL RESPONSES ! ⟡ NOT ACCEPTING !

@kyousei​​ said: Do my url

DO I FOLLOW THEM ? WHY ? -  YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! GOD i think we met back when i was on darce’s original blog over at shvrker ? ? ?? i think i remember you having a bug loving boy & we talked about my new kank blog & about how you wanted to write gaara i think ? ? ? & jUST GOD THAT WAS THE BEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO ME BC ! ! ! WE DID THE WHOLE MATCHING BLOGS THING & WE’VE JUST ! ! ! ! been writing together for so long now that i would literally die for you & follow every blog you make just bc it’s you DO WE WRITE / DO I WANT TO WRITE WITH THEM ? - FUCK ! ! ! YOU BET EVERYTHING THAT WE DO ! ! ! WE ABSOLUTELY DO ! ! ! ! in every blog, with almost every matching muse we have-- i will forever & always be mega happy to write with nia & all our threads ? ? are so good ? ? i’m still getting vibes from the grimm & ulqui thread we had a long, long time ago about him losing his number & i reaLLY NEED TO GET ON AIMCS SOON BC THERE’S SO MANY THREADS OVER THERE I WANNA REPLY TO BUT JUST ! ! ! ! ! GO D we have so many threads & plots already idk what even else there is for us to talk about but, all the muses i haven’t written with yet ? ??  give them to me i will love them. idk if we have to make a crossover verse for them i will love them. AN AU IDEA FOR OUR MUSES - god i honestly have no idea. we’ve mostly gone through all the canon verses we could go through in terms of plotting ideas & we have the whole, master & student verse for kank & sasori & just  ! !! ! !  ! at this point it’d have to be a completely different au for us to have new stuff to work with / talk about-- like i remember you bringing up a forced marriage au / royalty au or something for jugobazz ? ? ? we went over it briefly but oof just imagine an au like that for kibayua ! ! ! a prince & a princess being talked into an arranged marriage to appease / form a truce between two clans ? i have no idea what sort of au’s we could have, since there’s so many that could work for so many different muses of ours but holy fuck. i’d love to do more with lowell & briar ( which i still have to think through since i’m debating on just moving all my oc’s over here-- so if i do it’d mean i’d have to reply to that thread here ) & just ! !! lang & near ? interpol & world’s greatest detective ? i’d love to do more with shukaku / shinki & kank-- mostly bc the interactions between those pairs would be Magnificent. emil & funosuke though ! ! ! they’re the only two of your oc’s i haven’t written with yet but you bet everything i’m gonna find a muse to throw at them somehow because i adore them both. A SONG FOR OUR MUSES - I MEAN ! ! ! ! WE HAVE FIVE ? PLAYLIST GOING ON FOR OUR MUSES ALREADY-- kibayua / jugobazz / grimmulqui / toshiyuki / kankushino sO AT THIS POINT I WOULDN’T KNOW WHAT OTHER SONG TO SHARE THAT WOULD BE GOOD FOR OUR MUSES which is funny bc usually i’m bad at coming up with songs yet with you it’s hard to come up with other songs that we haven’t already shared but hm i guess heart stops by secondhand serenade is a very good jugobazz song bc it makes me sad :” > tonight i love you by latency is a very good kibayua song bc kiba is a nervous mess when around her & he just ! ! ! loves her so much ! ! i keep trying to find songs for more platonic relationships between our muses like lowell & briar or bazz & kassi but i can’t come up with anything right now because i’m so bad with songs ihujgwmSDAC DO I SHIP OUR MUSES ? - I MEAN, , , GESTURES AT ALL THE SHIPS WE HAVE SET IN PLACE ALREADY yes ! ! ! i do ! ! ! we do ! ! ! nia i adore you so much you could up & pick lit any muse i have saying you want to ship & i’d throw them full force at you. is there a chance they might not work ? ? ? i don’t care we’ll make it work somehow. i REALLY, REALLY ADORE ALL THE SHIPS WE HAVE ? ? ? BOTH, ROMANTIC & PLATONIC like i honestly don’t know what i’d do without them / with all the plotting i’ve done with you because so much of my interpretation of certain muses is based solely on how they get along with yours or how yours has impacted them that i ! ! ! the way i write some of my muses like bazz & grimm & would be so, so different had it not been for you & you being so willing to write with me like holy fuck i caAN’T STRESS THIS ENOUGH ! ! ! !  WHAT DO I THINK ABOUT THE MUN ? - NIA. NIA NIA NIA I WOULD DIE FOR YOU. I’D GIVE ALMOST EVERYTHING UP FOR YOU. i’ve said this before & i’ll say it again but meeting you & having a chance to write with you ? ? ? & you being so willing to write with me as well ? ?  it’s been of the best things to happen to me & i’m never gonna get over how blessed i am to have met you & talked to you & befriended you. your writing is amazing & you care about each of your muses so much & you have such a confident grasp on them that ? ? makes me so reassured when writing / discussing certain headcanons or plots with you. you’re always so open to new ideas & always so quick to put in your own opinion of things & being honest / realistic about what you think-- even when it comes to approaching others & when you get a plot idea you don’t seem to waste a second to share it & that is just ! ! something that i love about you ! ! ! you’ve helped me out so much with character development problems & coding problems & so many other things throughout the years we’ve known each other-- like i keep saying this but my experience on tumblr rp wouldn’t have been the same without you in it & i’m super mega grateful you’re still willing to write / talk with my dumb & slow self like ! ! ! nia there’s next to nothing i wouldn’t do for you ily ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ OVERALL OPINION - NIA IS SUCH A LONG TIME WRITING PARTNER OF MINE THAT ! ! ! ESP ON AIMCS BUT IF YOU’RE FOLLOWING ME & AREN’T FOLLOWING NIA YOU’RE MISSING OUT ON SO, SO MUCH BC GO D! !  ! ! !! ! ! ! THEIR WRITING IS AMAZING & THEIR PLOTS / CHARACTER DEVELOPMENTS ARE SPECTACULAR ! ! !  BLOG RATE - 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 100000000000 ! ! ! ! !

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Prompt: Nico asking Levi to be his plus one to the NYE party, what they say when they first see each other in their tuxes (cause HOT DAMN), and what they were up to during the party.

Hot damn indeed, anon, HOT DAMN INDEED. I wish the episode was just them, in their suits, being all adorable and lovey. I mean, what we got was good, but a girl can dream! This ended being a bit longer than I expected, but there was a lot to cover. I tried to line up with the events of the party, like them talking to Jo and dancing. Also, yeah, I threw in a Taylor Swift reference. Look at my URL, I had to. I put a lot it under a cut. I hope you enjoy!

“The Karevs are having a New Year’s party.” Nico Kim announced, breaking the sleepy silence that had descended upon his bedroom.

“Hm? Oh yeah, I heard about that. Dark blue scrubs only.” Levi Schmitt, who had almost been asleep, turned to face Nico.

“Well, sort of. I get a plus one. So I was hoping at least one light blue scrub would be there.” Nico turned and gazed into Levi’s bright eyes, now heavy with tiredness.

“You gonna invite Deluca?” Levi yawned.

“No silly. I have on good authority there’s this one intern who is a great date.” Nico smiled coyly.

“Yeah, but I hear Casey has a girlfriend.” Levi teased some more.

“Are you gonna make me say it?” Levi quirked an eyebrow. “Levi, will you be my date to the Karevs’ party?”

“Aw, how sweet! But no.” Levi yawned again.

Nico’s smile faded. “No?”

“I’m supposed to be covering the ICU that night. So I will be ringing in the New Year actually in those light blue scrubs.” He lifted his hands in a mock cheer.

“Okay. I guess we’re spending New Year’s Eve in the ICU.” Nico shrugged.

“What?”

“There’s no way I’m starting the new year without you. So I’ll swing by the ICU and bring some sparkling cider and we’ll have our own little celebration.”

Levi gaped at him. “You’re incredible.” They shared a small kiss before Nico wrapped Levi up in his arms and they drifted off to sleep.

“Natasha’s speaking!” Levi almost yelled this announcement into Nico’s ear as soon as he picked up the phone.

“Oh wow, that’s great!” Nico knew how important this patient was to Levi.

“No. I mean, yes it’s great, but it also means that Dr. Grey wants to stay here with her.” There was no mistaking the smile in Levi’s voice. “I can come to the party!”

“You can?! That’s amazing! How about you get cleaned up and I’ll come get you at 11:15? That’ll give us at least a little bit of time at the party.” Nico was already laying out the suit he had planned to wear that night.

“Perfect! Perfect, perfect, perfect! I’ll see you soon, handsome!” Levi hung up the phone and practically bolted out of the hospital, hoping his nice dress shirt wasn’t too wrinkled.

Levi opened the door at Nico’s knock and immediately lost his breath. Nico has been looking down and lifted his head, his eyebrows raised slightly and a bright smile on his face. He looked like he had walked out of an ad for attractive men in suits. His suit was a classic black, but he had paired it with a thin burgundy tie and a burgundy shirt with a paisley pattern. It was definitely a good look. Levi could not contain his attraction and reached up to pull Nico in for a kiss.

When they pulled apart, Levi gave a sheepish smile. “Sorry. You just look… really good. Like, so good. Like. Wow.”

“Me? Look at you!” Nico indicated for Levi to give a spin, which he did, laughing at the silliness of the situation. “That color grey brings out your eyes. And you have a pocket square! Adorable!” Levi blushed. “I’m so going to have the hottest date there.”

“Nope, I’m afraid that’s me.” Levi laughed.

“Let’s compromise: we’ll be the hottest couple there.” Nico grabbed Levi’s hand. “Let’s go, you hottie.”

They pulled up to the Karevs’ apartment complex, just managing to get one of the last parking spots. Since they were arriving so late to the party, they figured they wouldn’t drink too much, just a bit of champagne at midnight. Plus, Levi was technically still on call so he needed to be sure he was sober in case he got called into the hospital.

Nico led Levi by the hand into the apartment, a big smile on his face. He couldn’t imagine a better way to ring in the New Year than with his snappily-dressed boyfriend at a party with all his friends. Andrew Deluca stopped Levi and Nico went ahead to grab a drink for them.

“Nico! Nico Kim!” Jo Karev was clearly a little drunk as she made her way over to Nico. “I’m so glad you could make it! You said you were bringing someone. Is he here?” She looked around to try to find his date.

Levi crept up behind Nico, intertwined their fingers, and leaned up to place a small kiss on his cheek. “Hey, sorry about that. Deluca just wanted to know why I wasn’t in the ICU.”

“Glasses!” Jo exclaimed excitedly.

“It’s Levi.” Nico responded curtly.

“Sorry! Levi! Levi’s your plus one? You two are…” She trailed off.

“Together? Yeah, we’re together.” Levi smiled fondly up at Nico.

“Cute! Drinks! Let me get you drinks!”

“Just soda for me. I’m technically on call.” Levi hastened to note.

Jo threw off a mock salute. “Aye aye!”

Drinks in hand, they came to stand at the edge of the party, happy to have a bit of space to themselves. Jo rushed through the crowd, proclaiming it to almost be midnight and everyone grabbed some champagne and a kissing partner for the countdown.

As the time ticked down, Nico turned to Levi, who was watching the party with a delighted smile. This was his opportunity to see his superiors and idols in a casual setting and let them see him as more than just a clumsy intern. Nico was so happy to have given him that chance. As the clock struck 12, he leaned over and whispered, “Happy New Year.”

“Shut up.” Levi teased as he grabbed Nico’s neck to pull him down for a kiss. They kissed for a few moments longer than was probably socially acceptable before pulling back and gazing lovingly at each other.

“This is the best New Year ever. I can’t believe I get to start the year with you.” Nico smiled wide.

“I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss. I’ve never had anyone I hoped to spend the next year with. But I want that with you. I want all the new years. I want your midnights.”

“Did you just quote Taylor Swift at me?” Nico gave small laugh.

Levi shrugged. “It felt appropriate.”

The two were soon pulled onto the dance floor, where they bopped around with the Karevs and Jackson for a while, laughing at how horrible all the doctors were at dancing. Levi’s dancing in particular was more just a bunch of jumping than actually dancing. But Nico thought he looked unbelievably adorable, which he made sure to tell him.

“Cheesy. So so cheesy!” Levi yelled over the music.

“Only for you. Always for you.” Levi stopped jumping to look into Nico’s eyes. Something intense and important passed between them, something neither was ready to put into words, but both knew they were feeling.

“Let’s go home.” Levi said abruptly, breaking them from their reverie.

“We haven’t been here that long.” Nico weakly protested.

“I know. But I want to be with you. Just you.” Levi grabbed Nico’s hand to lead him out of the party and make their way back to Nico’s apartment, both knowing the year ahead was uncertain but would most definitely include each other.