#whole year apparently.. okey..

[icewindandboringhorror]

CHEESE DREAMS winner! Which merely sounded like a strange recipe from the title, but is in fact just like... basically a grilled cheese, apparently, but small, and seasoned.

[salternateunreality2]

Sephiroth, but instead of eldrich-horror-from-outer-space, Gast, Hojo and Lucrecia didn't mess up and injected him with actual cetran cells, so he's way less dark, mysterious and depressed and way more of a hippy goofball. They send him to a battle and he wanders off to smell some flowers

Hojo: KILL THE BUNNY, SEPHIROTH.

Sephiroth: BUNNY!!! *picks up bun, snuggles, listens to bun* Hmm, ok, I'll tell him. The bunny says you're a monster. And that her name is Fluffaggedon, Empress of Darkness, and you're going to die. *whispers with the bun*

Hojo: ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST KILL IT!!!!

Lucrecia: He can talk to animals?! I only went to get cigarettes 3 years ago and he's already developed this much?!?!

Hojo: YES THAT IS HOW BABIES WORK.

Lucrecia: Neato mosquito. Any eldritch horrors we have yet to unearth? Maybe he can befriend them!

Hojo: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Fluffaggedon: *twitches her nose*

Sephiroth: Awesome! Let's go! *escapes the labs for the 47th time that day, finds a herd of chocobos, becomes weirdly obsessed with the baby chicks*

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A few years later...

Sephiroth: I'm going to get cigarettes!

Hojo: STOP SAYING THAT EVERY TIME YOU TRY TO ESCAPE! I am at my wit's end with you, you worthless-

Sephiroth: Maybe I'll run into my egg donor while I'm out!

Hojo: *finds the nearest paper bag to hyperventilate into*

Sephiroth, when he gets to newborn!Cloud's crib: Look, Fluffaggedon, there he is!

Cloud: 🐣

Fluffaggedon: *waggles tail*

Claudia: Um, hello?

Sephiroth: We love your child. He is the one. We will adopt him and be his friend and follow him to the ends of the earth.

Cloud: BUH 🐣

Claudia: Uhhh...would you like a snack? While I call your parents?

Sephiroth: No thank you, my parents are pretty evil and neglectful, and I would prefer to spend my time staring at your baby in wonder.

Claudia: ...

Sephiroth: 😍

Fluffaggedon: *cleans ear*

Claudia: ...okey-dokey, artichokey.

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A few months later....

Claudia: Sephiroth, kiddo, please don't bring animals that will poop on the floor inside the house anymore, Cloud is teething and will try to eat anything.

Sephiroth: 😍 You are a wise and kind mother. Will you be mine?

Claudia: Yeah, sure, works for me. Grilled cheese or pasta for l-

Sephiroth: PASTA! 😍😍😍

Fluffaggedon: *happy butt wiggles*

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A few years later...

Sephiroth: Mother, I need to go get cigarettes in Midgar, there is a child who needs me.

Claudia: Well, we need to start packing then. You get yourself ready and when you're done, come help me with Cloud's stuff.

Cloud: 🐣NO I HELP SEPH. AND I DO IT MYSELF.

Claudia: Whatever gets the boat afloat.

Fluffaggedon: *wise whisker twitches*

Hojo: *knocks on the door*

Sephiroth: *opens the door* Hello, asshole. Mother, this is my sperm donor. Sperm donor, this is my mother. We're going out to get cigarettes together.

Hojo: WHAT THE FUCK, YOU WERE HERE THE WHOLE TIME!?!?!?

Sephiroth: Yep. Leave now. *slams the door*

Fluffaggedon: *pushes a plant out of the window above the front door, almost kills Hojo, who leaves*

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In Midgar...

Jailbreak for Ifalna, Aerith, and Nanaki, but Sephiroth's primary goal is in the slums.

--

Sephiroth: Hello, soulmate. You may share my mother now that yours is dead. Come along.

Lazard: What the actual fuck.

Sephiroth: This is my Cloud. Say hello, Cloud!

Cloud: If you huwt Sephy, I kiww you.

Lazard: What the actual fuck.

Claudia: I mean same, he's my kid, but if you need a place to stay, I'm collecting children. Apparently.

Lazard: Well ok then.

Sephiroth: *happiest kitten*

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Hojo dies of an aneurysm when he finds the note Sephiroth left behind.

"Ugly Sperm Donor,

Fluffaggedon says it is time. Goodbye, and good riddance.

Sincerely,

Sephiroth Strife 🌸🦋"

[dragonbonez]

My spoils from Anime LA. It’s still going, but I decided one day was good enough for me. It’s a much smaller con than Anime Expo so I was able to look around all the artist alley and exhibitors within a few hours!

Besides that there might be a panel or two that I was interested in, but it’s a bit too long to travel for me, so I am okey with not going anymore.

As you can see. I am in my sticker era again (Last being when I was in 8th grade). Much OP, Ghibli, and some Pokemon sprinkled in. I tried not to spend that much money, but all of these were still pretty expensive. 🥲

Right here there’s also some original artwork that I enjoyed by @curoie and @47ness on Instagram!

Anime LA is also apparently called Ribbon Con as well? I knew that ribbons were a thing at some cons, but I didn’t realize the whole culture that’s come from it! (There were people with literal boxes of ribbons that seemed to have gone there just for the trading). I was only there one day and I was swept up by it haha.

The ones actually attached to my badge were from a stamp rally I was doing so I could interact a bit at the con!

Over all I had fun, and if it was closer I would try and go more days, but this was good enough for me over all!

Will definitely go next year to enjoy again!

[bookloover35]

Patrick Hockstetter x fem reader-Bowers littel sister.

Yns POV.

Patrick Hockstetter Many know him as the school's psychopath.  I, on the other hand, know him as my boyfriend, Patrick and I have been together for two years now, and we are both very happy with each other.  Yes now I know what you're thinking but wait a minute now Patrick is not known for just lying around and not knowing what love is.  Yes, but everything apparently changed when he started hanging out with me more and more, he started to fall in love with me.  It took a long time for me to believe his words because of all the rumors.  But then when I saw how much he started to change I started to fall for him too, he started to stop flirting with all the other girls in our school and one day he told me that he loved me and that he just wanted me  and only since then has it been him and me.

But there is one person who HATES our relationship and then there is another person who thinks it's crazy.  I'm talking about my dad Butch Bowers and my brother Henry Bowers.  Yes I'm a Bowers I'm Henry's little sister, but can you guess who hates and who thinks it's crazy.  If you guessed that my dad HATES our relationship then you guessed right.  My dad absolutely HATES it and that's why Patrick and I try not to mess with each other when he's around.  Henry does not like it but he allows it because he wants me to be happy, but he keeps a very close eye on Patrick.  Many in our school think I'm crazy that I'm dating him but I do not care I love being his girl.

( Back too the story).

Right now Henry and I were standing by our school lockers waiting for the others and we saw the "Losers Clube" as they call themselves, Henry looked at them with a threatening look while I looked at them with a friendly look they passed by and Henry snorted  to them when they had passed by.  I do not understand why they can not just let them be I like them are actually my best friends.  Even though I'm Bower's little sister, they let me actually hang out with them, it's really fun to be friends with them.  Okay it can be really hard sometimes when Richi is flirting with me all the time, I have warned him about Patrick but he just laughs at those words until he meets him.

My thoughts are interrupted by the fact that I felt a pair of familiar lips on my neck, and two familiar arms around my waist and a very familiar voice whispering in my ear.

Patrick: What do you think of Kitten?

Henry:Patrick stop calling my sister Kitten and stop getting horny with her near me.

Patrick: What is not my fault that your little sister makes me so horny and she is just mine and what is the name she wants to be called in bed.

Henry: WATCH IT HOCKSTETTER!!!! You should be very happy that I even allow you to date my little sister and that I even chose to believe in you when you came to me and said that you love her and just wanted her.

Patrick started laughing at my brother's threatening words he loves to tease my brother about our relationship.  But what Henry said about Patrick going to him when he discovered he was in love with me is really true and that's one thing Patrick never jokes about.  I could see Henry getting angrier and angrier, so I somehow managed to get away from my boyfriend and held both my hands up to them both teenagers and said.

Yn: Okay now we take it easy, we do not have to have a bloodbath out here in the corridor okay.  So Pat you stop telling my brother about our sex life and Henry I will always thank you for allowing me to date Patrick and please stop giving him killer looks.

Patrick: Okey Baby.

Henry: Okey Shorty.

After they had calmed down, Vic and Belch came and we started to go to Belch's car.  The three of them started to walk in advance and before I had time to catch up I felt Patrick pushing me up against the school cupboard and started kissing me hard, typically Patrick and I knew that the whole school could see us but he did not care.  His hands held tightly around my waist not too tight just so it was enjoyable.  We stopped the kiss and he whispered in my ear.

Patrick: You're so sexy when you tell people.  You make me so heavenly horny Yn, but do not forget who decides Kitten.

(Wow is it hot in here WOW !!! Jumpskip)

When we got out we saw the Losers Clube again and I looked at them that they wanted to go there and fight with them I have to stop them somehow.

Henry: Let's go and fight a little with the Losers.

Patrick: Yaa.

Vic: Yaa.

Belch: Yaa.

Yn: Henry Please let them be they have done nothing.

Henry: Awww Shorty Are you afraid we'll hurt them?  Come on Yn they are Losers why do you care.

Yn: And they are actually my friends and if they are Losers then I am also one.  Okay, if we say this, if you leave them alone for three weeks, I promise to do all your homework for a whole month.

My brother, Belch and Vic looked at me and said okay then I turned around and looked at my boyfriend with puppy eyes that I know he can not resist.

Patrick: Will not work on me Baby.

He said to me and smiled okay he wants to play that game okay time to pull out the dirty card.  No more miss please, I turned completely to him and started going against him very sexually.  When I was in front of him, I stood on my toes because I had to be with a giant guy.  Then I started sucking on his earlobe which I knew he was going crazy from then I whispered to him very sexually.

Yn: If you leave them alone, I'll let you have sex with me over and over until I can just shout out your name.

Patrick: Ohhh you Naughty Kitten.

He said to me and threw me over so that I dangled over his shoulder, then he slapped me on the ass, then he told Belch to go and start the car and drive us home to him.

Henry: Ewww.

Yn: Hi I could not think of anything else.

Henry looked at me and sighed then we started walking towards the car.  Oh, I realized that the whole school could see me, but I'm so used to it, this is not the first time he's done this.  And I do not really care what people say or think about our relationship.  I love Patrick and Patrick loves me I am his queen and he is my king.

The end.

[duhragonball]

Neon Genesis Evangelion 20

Last time, Evangelion Unit 01 ran out of power in the middle of a battle, but that's okay because it came to life and ate the Angel it was a fighting. So NERV has taken it back to base and trussed it up with bandages and some kind of "cage" to restrain it while they figure out what to do with her. Oh, right, the Evangelion is a girl. We just found that out.

God forbid a woman do anything.

The crappy old man council doesn't like any of this at all, but they're crappy old men, so they can't do anything but whine about it. They're like "we never should have put Gendo Ikari in charge of NERV." "But he's the only one qualified to do the work." "Well we should have put a bell around his neck." "There was a bell, but it didn't ring." "That's stupid, what good is a bell if it doesn't ring?" "Well, we need to put a better bell on his neck next time." Just the most asinine dialogue ever written.

What happened to Shinji? Well, they never could eject his plug from Unit 01, and when they finally get a look inside, it turns out he's not even there. His plugsuit is floating around in the LCL fluid, but there's no sign of his body. Ritsuko theorizes that his physical body is still in there, but it's been dissolved into something akin to "primordial soup". As for his mind, it must still exist as well, inside the Eva's consciousness.

Misato asks, for the umpteenth time, what the hell the Eva even is. It's clearly not a giant robot, or an Angel, or anything remotely resembling human technology. So what are they, that one of them could do something like this? Where did they come from? Ritsuko gives a bunch of non-answers and riddles, so Misato slaps her. I like Ritsuko, but yeah, she kind of deserves this. If you don't want to tell Misato, that's one thing, but don't jerk her around with poetry when she just wants to know what this thing is that you're supposed to be an expert on.

I mean, the only characters who seem to truly understand the Evas are Gendo Ikari and Ritsuko, and that might be it. If Ritsuko can't explain what an Eva is, then what business does anyone have even trying to use them?

Ritsuko does have a plan to recover Shinji, but I'm not even going to try to explain how it works. It's based on a procedure her mother came up with ten years ago. I guess something similar happened at NERV back then, but Ritsuko says it didn't work that time. As it stands, it takes Ritsuko about a month to set it up this time, and she still has no idea if it will do any good.

Basically, if they can access the Eva in some way, they might be able to coax Shinji's mind into separating from the Eva's, and then the Eva might be so gracious as to reassemble his body from the chemicals in the LCL fluid.

But it seems to fail, not because the procedure isn't working, but because it seems like Shinji doesn't want to return.

This is probably because, from Shinji's perspective, he's in communion with the Eva, and he's having a nutty vision involving imagery and voices from his memories. There's a lot of stuff in this, but I'd say the culmination of it all is when the Eva takes the form of Misato, Asuka, and Rei, and offers to combine with Shinji.

Then the plug ejects, and Shinji's suit spills out along with all the LCL fluid. Misato thinks that's it, and he must be lost forever...

But then Shinji's nude body tumbles out beside her, so apparently the whole thing worked after all, despite Ritsuko's readings to the contrary.

Before he emerges, he has a somewhat more lucid vision of himself realizing he's inside the Eva, and the Eva informs him that he's piloted the Eva, and he just got done piloting the Eva, and that he will do so again. Okey-dokey.

Misato goes to have sex with Kaji after it's all over, and she asks him what he knows about NERV and Gendo Ikari's goals, but the answers are things he either doesn't know himself or can't explain just yet. Then they have sex off-screen, for an uncomfortable amount of time. She tells him not to put strange things in there and I really don't think I want to know what that means. Then he gives her something, and she puts a capsule on the counter next to her drink.

Kaji calls this a gift, perhaps the last one he'll ever be able to give. I don't know what the hell they're talking about.

Now I've pretty much zipped right past all of Shinji's visions while he was inside the Eva, but to be honest, most of it is lost on me. He talks about how he wants people to like him and be nice to him, and he feel like the only reason people treat him well these days is because he pilots the Eva, but we kind of already understood that.

He also mentions that he thinks his father deserted him because he found a surrogate child in the form of Rei Ayanami. I'm not sure if that's actually true, although there is a flashback(?) to Gendo telling Shinji's mother that he'll name their unborn baby Shinji or Rei, depending on whether it's a boy or a girl.

So maybe Rei is Shinji's sister? Or Gendo had another child that he named Rei? Or Gendo made Rei in his lab and gave her that name? Or Gendo just happened to meet Rei and they got along well and she just so happens to have the name he would have given to his daughter if he ever had one?

I'm not going to waste a lot of time trying to figure this stuff out. There's six more episodes and I have a feeling the important stuff will get a full explanation in due time.

[light-lanterne]

Hi Angel!! 3, 10, 18, 24, and 27 for the fic writer asks, if you want to :]

hi percy !! we haven't talked in a while :O i hope you're doing well ~ :] um, i've already replied to 18 here ~ now for the other ones,,,

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24. share a moodboard for (one of) your current wip(s).

i haven't done a moodboard in over three years, so it might be a bit weird,,, anyway, this is for "sin deep, my darling angel", a demon/angel au ~

3. what’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

probably "the darkest eyes" :O

10. is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

,,,also "the darkest eyes". mostly because i didn't expect anyone to like it because the concept is a little weird (mike / byler through hopper's eyes). so yeah, it's very odd to me that people liked it in the first place ~

27. is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? why?

um, the whole thing is not even posted yet, but i was really nervous to share the snippet for my serial killer au because when i mentioned it for the first time, people weren't too nice about the idea ;-; it's okei, though. people have apparently calmed down a little about the concept of dark / creepy aus and i got nice feedback for the snippet in the end ~ :]

thanks for the questions percy !! hope you have a lovely day or night <3

[pequenosol]

Alrightie, I was able to play more Violet today! :D

So, I followed Nemona and my mom said good-bye to me; apparently there’s dorms at the school, and I’m going to be living there :[ Mom gives me a sandwhich, then Nemona whisks me off on my way and she teaches me how to catch Pokémon-sort of. I actually didn’t catch any in the area because there were no ghosts or reptiles around XD TbH I was a little disappointed that when she shows you how, she doesn’t miff the Pokeball shot. Because it says on the official website that she SUCKS at throwing. So uh yeah that felt like a missed opportunity. But aside from that all went well, and I battled some Hoppip, Scatterbug, and Tarountula for that sweet sweet EXP before Nemona says that she wants to go over to a nearby lighthouse and show me the (supposedly) really good view. As we’re making our way there, she asks, “OKEY HOW MANY POKEMANS DO YOU HAVE? :D” and just before she notices I haven’t caught anything, we hear a very loud roar and rush to check it out-

And by that, I mean I go and check it out. Nemona just kind of stands there not doing anything. I go onto a cliff overlooking a beach, and, what’d ya know!! Miradon is there getting harassed by a pair of Houndour. Ey scare those evil pubbers off by roaring, which is good for em- butttt unfortunately for me, it makes me fall off the cliff and plummet to my death. Thankfully, my Rotom phone comes out of my pocket and I grab onto it, and somehow he is able to bear the weight of a smol 16 year old and it stops my fall in the knick of time. To express my heartfelt gratitude, I am going to make an oc of him (His name is now Earl, he/it pronouns c: The Game doesn’t let you nickname your phone, BUT SCREW IT I’m naming it anyways.). Anyways, I approach the Miradon, who is looking very low on energy, and I at first try to give em some Potions or a Revive, but it doesn’t work. SO, I

I gave up my lunch TuT

Miradon likes it and the sandwhich gives em some energy back, so they head into a cave and want me to follow them. And. Since I don’t have a way back up or anything, I do what any sensible, cocky idiot of a 16 year-old demiboy would do; follow the strange Pokémon I just met!!

Nemona is up on the cliffs and notices us in the cave. She yells, “OKEY GO AND TRY TO FIND A WAY OUT, AND MY POKÉMON CAN HELP YA REACH I- OH CRAP THAT POKÉMON LOOKS STRONG!!” And then proceeds to fawn over the Miradon as ey escort me through the cave and blasts away boulders. A whole freaking horde of Houndour tries to attack me, but thankfully, Miradon scares them away. We go a bit further in, and. A FREAKING LEVEL 40 HOUNDOOM COMES OUT OF NOWHERE AND FIGHTS ME. Cinnamon, being the sensible little Fuecoco they are, goes back into their Pokeball. Unfortunately for me, I get surrounded by a trio of Houndour, and a bunch more show up to surround Miradon. Thankfully, ey save the day again by freaking grabbing me and just. Flying me out of the hole up to Nemona. After all this, Miradon is tired and just. Kind of lays down.

Conveniently, we end up pretty close to the lighthouse. I think Miradon gets back up and follows us (I don’t remember for sure Lmao) and as we approach, who do we find- Arven! Nemona is like “OOOOH YOU’RE PROFESSOR TURO’S KID RIGHT?.? :0” and he is pretty pissed that Miradon is with us, tells Nemona her question isn’t important. Nemona then asks “HOW DO YOU HAVE THIS POKÉMON???” And Arven tells her that question isn’t important either. Then he challenges ME to a battle, and I’m a bit nervous at first but. Then he sends out a level 5 Skwovet (I’m level 8 or 9 at this point) and I win pretty easily. Arven is then like, “UGH you can take Miradon”, and gives me eir Pokeball before throwing a bit of a hissy fit and disappearing. Tbh I’m surprised he turned out to be the ‘emo, edgy boy rival’ trope, but whatever.

I can’t ride on or use Miradon in battle yet because ey are still pretty weak, but I’m choosing to nickname em anyways! I call them Oolong (ey/em pronouns!) and I climb the lighthouse with Nemona. She tells me about school and stuff and then I climb back down and continue on my way, fighting trainers and wild Pokémon.

One of the trainers I fought has a Chewtle, and I worry a bit because I only have Cinnamon at this point and I’m at a disadvantage. But, thankfully I’m a bit overleveled and Water Gun does like 3 damage X”D After the initial panic, I realize that I can catch Chewtle, as they are a turtle and turtles are reptiles!! So, I quickly look up where to find Chewtle and beeline right towards it. However, as I’m heading there, what Pokémon do I find? Oricorio, a Pokemon that has a Ghost type form. So, I catch her and name her Orchid (she/her) before reaching the lake with the Chewtle and catching Cardamom(he/him)!

And that is where I left off! Tomorrow I plan on training my two new additions up, and I am going to release art for them today (as well as Cinnamon and Oolong) so keep your eyes open! ^^

[sydorax-squid]

Atypical Vampire

  Stuggy stared at the words on the old, worn pages of the forbidden book. He mouthed out the word that had so thoroughly terrified him; “vampire”. He shuddered, the thought of an undead man drinking the blood of the living was abhorrent to him. Stuggy’s little body stiffened at the sound of movement approaching, the attic steps creaking. He quietly slammed the ancient book closed, shunted it deep beneath a pile of old clothes and dust. Scrambling into a proper playing position, he retrieved his discarded action figures and made pretend to be deep in a battle of wits. 

  “Stanford?” Aunty T called out, the top of her dull grey beehive-hair peeking up into the attic. Her narrow eyes followed, clad in large gaudy glasses on a decorative string to keep her from loosing them. “Stanford? Are you up here again?”

  “Yes, Aunty,” he replied, turning himself around to more properly face her. “I needed someplace dark to play Vietnam.”

  “Vietnam is a jungle, sweetheart.” She gestured at the cluttered, dusty attic. “This is more like Egypt at night.” Stuggy laughed at her joke. 

  “Is it dinner already?” he asked, checking his hand-me-down orange watch. 

  “Just about, but I need you to go invite the neighbors over.”

  “Again?” Stuggy asked, dramatically rolling his eyes so hard that it rolled his whole head. “Why do we have to sup with them so much?”

  “Because it’s the Christian thing to do, Stanford.” Aunty T waggled her finger at the boy. “You be nice to Camilla, got it? Or you're in for a beating.” Stuggy’s skin crawled with invisible ants at the promise of a thrashing. Aunty, despite her age and apparent fragility, had a truly vicious arm.

  “Yuck,” Stuggy muttered, setting down his toys and standing, brushing off the dust and cobwebs from his clothes. Aunty was already gone, presumably back to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on the food. Uncle Tom would be home soon, too. Always home in time for supper, no exception. Stuggy sighed with the heavy weight of a youth troubled yet again by a mediocre chore. 

  “Oh, well.” He shrugged, running to launch himself down the attic steps, halting just at the top, remembering that his Aunty was indeed home. He made a note to do it later. Stuggy hopped down the stairs two at a time, rounding the hallway to the next staircase, repeating this maneuver with childish glee. He ran out the front door and sprinted as hard as he could down the street to the new next-door neighbors. Stuggy jumped up over the three large steps leading to the porch with remarkable grace, landing firmly before the door.

  Stuggy rang the doorbell, silently hoping that the family wasn’t there right then. The yellow door opened. Drat.

  “Oh, hello, Stanford.” The tall lanky woman said quietly, mildly surprised to see the little 9-year-old boy on her doorstep. “Has your Aunty sent you over again?”

  “Aunty T wants to invite you again to have dinner with us.” Stanford reported loudly though flatly, rocking back and forth on his feet with boredom. 

  “Oh, that’s right. She said something about that a few days ago.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Let me go get Cam and Jet and we’ll be right over.”

  Oh, grand. Cam is coming. Stuggy grumbled behind his eyes. “Okey-dokey.”

  “Cam! Jet!” the woman shouted into the house, the sudden noise startling the boy nearly off his feet. Stuggy could see Camilla just beyond her mother. He stuck his tongue out at her. She pulled her mouth down with two fingers to reveal her rather nice bottom teeth. Stuggy found himself tonguing his own crooked baby teeth. He hadn’t lost any of the bottom ones yet, a fact he was self-conscious about. Camilla’s Mom ushered her out first while she retrieved the man of the house. 

  “Stumpy,” Camilla greeted him disrespectfully, purposefully mispronouncing his nickname.

  “Freckle-face,” Stuggy parried.

  “Dough-butt.”

  “Thick-head.”

  “Beak-nosed dirt-eater.”

  “Soup-slurper.”

  “Wow, that’s original,” Cam sneered, folding her arms. She was taller than Stuggy, which was irritating as she was the same age as he. Cam had ugly red hair and freckles and her teeth were too straight, except the one she had missing in the front. She was yucky and mean and wore colorful dresses with flowers and patterns and ribbons and frills and other silly things on them. Stuggy had never liked girls that much; except Tabby from school. She was funny, she ate bugs and could throw a wicked curveball and she let Stuggy cheat off her in math. 

  “Not my fault Aunty wants you guys to eat with us,” Stuggy grumbled. “If it were my way, I’d never see you outside school.”

  “Well, at least we can agree on something.”

  “Okay, kids,” Cam’s Mom reappeared in the doorway, accompanied by Jet, Cam’s Dad. “Let’s get going.”

  Stuggy shot off like a starter’s pistol to make it home before Uncle Tom. He didn’t quite make it, reaching the door just as it closed behind his beloved Uncle. 

  “Stuggy!” Uncle Tom exclaimed, turning around at the loud thumping of his nephew’s feet. He held open his big arms and waited while Stuggy launched himself into the air, slamming chest-first into his Uncle’s heavy padding, feeling the thick limbs close around him. “Ohh, look at you! Did you get taller while I was gone?” 

  Stuggy laughed, kicking his feet in the air. Uncle Tom plopped the boy down on the ground as the neighbors arrived at the open door.

  “Oh! Hello, Jet. Yvonne. And little Camilla.” Uncle Tom shook each of their hands. “Welcome back. I assume my lovely wife lured you here with the promise of a pie?”

  Cam’s Dad laughed lightly, falsely. 

  “No, no, nothing like that.”

  Stuggy walked past them to the kitchen to wash his hands. Aunty T was there, finishing up the preparations. 

  “Good boy, Stanford,” she told him, patting his head. “Here, take these rolls out.”

  

  Dinner progressed smoothly. Stuggy and Camilla sat across the table from each other, sparring silently, mouthing insults and glaring whenever the adults weren’t paying attention. 

  “Did you hear about that poor girl down on Sublime Lake Street?” Uncle Tom inquired as dessert was served. 

  “Oh, yeah, the one that saw the monster?” Jet asked back, snickering. “Yeah, I heard about that.”

  “Isn’t that the third one in a month?” Yvonne inquired. 

  “At least, yeah,” Jet said. “Wonder what’s going on.”

  “Probably just some kids playing a bad prank,” Yvonne said dismissively. “Theresa, this pie is wonderful. You’ll have to give me the recipe.”

  “No, please don’t,” Jet said cheerfully. “Yvonne can’t make a pie to save her life!”

  “Jet!” his wife exclaimed. 

  “Nobody’s perfect,” Uncle Tom laughed. 

  Stuggy was licking the memory of the pie off his plate, staring at Camilla as she delicately swirled her fork around in the syrupy residue that remained. She glanced at Stuggy, sneering briskly. 

  “Kids, do you want to go play while we talk?” Aunty T inquired, staring directly at Stuggy. He shrank under her gaze, nodding compliantly. Camilla was likewise coerced, her parents’ eager faces shutting down any opinions to the contrary she might have offered. The two children excused themselves from the room, taking their plates and silverware out to the kitchen to be rinsed. 

  Stuggy had an idea.

  “Hey, Cam,” he said, smiling mischievously. “Wanna see something?”

  “Not really,” Camilla replied with a roll of her eyes. “But my mom and dad really want us to be friends so I guess I gotta at least try.”

  “Cool. Come with me out back.” Stuggy gestured, walking briskly to the back door. He held it open for her, as a gentleman should, and followed her out. The sun had set by then, darkness was closing in on the small town. The back yard was fairly large with a dense forest at the far end. Stuggy knew where all the obstacles were in the yard and graciously guided his guest through them to the very edge of the property.

  “Where are we goin’?” Camilla asked finally. Stuggy stopped at the trees. 

  “My treehouse is over here. See it?” he asked, slipping into the deep shadows of the forest. Camilla, not dressed for nature exploration, stayed behind on the manicured lawn. 

  “No, I don’t see nothin’.”

  “It’s right here. Just follow me.”

  “No, I’m not goin’ in there.”

  “Why? You scared?” Stuggy sneered venomously. Camilla felt a sudden rush of hateful anger flush her face clear to her ears, rendering her flesh and hair the same hue. She stomped her foot in irritation. 

  “I am not scared!” 

  “Chicken.”

  “Am not!”

  “Bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk!” Stuggy mocked her with the sound of a chicken. Even in the dimming light, Stuggy could see the young girl’s rage emanating off her in red waves. 

  “Fine!” she cursed, shoving dark wooden fingers and claws out of the way as she entered the woods. She could feel the plants pulling on her dress, scratching at her bare legs and scuffing her pretty pink shoes. “This had better be good, Stanford!” she swore at him, spitting. She followed Stuggy deep into the woods, following a rough-hewn path left by deer and other hidden forest life. The pair moved further in, the darkness swallowing them up in it’s cool, dreamy folds. 

  “Almost there.” Stuggy assured her, moving swiftly. Camilla lost sight of Stuggy right then, instead following his footfalls into a small opening in the woods. A damn-near perfect circle of trampled, nibbled-down grass was at the end of the trail; the moon above illuminated very little and Camilla was growing anxious. She’d never been so far into the woods. After all, she was new in town and hadn’t been around much at all; too busy unpacking and resenting her parents for making her move yet again. 

  “Stuggy?” she called out, rubbing her chilled arms. She couldn’t see or hear him anymore. The darkness was endless, the tall and intimidating monoliths seemed to loom over her, mocking and sneering at her smallness. “Stuggy?”

  There was a quiet rustling nearby. Camilla turned her head toward the noise, her eyes huge reflective pools of fear. 

  “Stuggy!” she shouted, her voice thick and viscous in her throat. Another sound, another direction. Then another, again! Camilla felt her bones shaking in her flesh and she wanted so very much to just melt into a puddle and slither away. Suddenly, a hand touched her arm. Camilla whirled around, her little fist lashing out in reflexive rage.

  “OW!” Stuggy’s voice, harsh and quiet. “That hurt!”

  “Stuggy!” Camilla whisper-yelled at him. “What were you doing? Tryin’ to scare me?!”

  “Yeah,” Stuggy admitted, holding up a paper mâché mask of some terrible amalgamation of horrifying imagination. “Did I get ya?”

  “Yes!” she said harshly, shoving Stuggy, who was busy giggling like a little maniac. “You’re so mean!”

  “Oh, come on!” Stuggy said between gasping laughs. “I got you good, Cam!”

  “Shut up!” Camilla said, angry and embarrassed tears in her eyes. “That wasn’t fair! It’s dark and I couldn’t tell where you were!”

  “I was right next you the whole time.”

  “No, you weren’t! I heard ya movin’ around over there!”

  “I wasn’t over there. I was right here. I hid the mask in this bush here so Aunty wouldn’t find it. She hates scary things.”

  “Quit lyin’ to me, Stanford!” Camilla said with a stomp of her foot. “I heard you over there and then over there, scuttlin’ around like the rat you are!”

  “Wait, you’re serious?” Stuggy asked, sitting up. Camilla could see his eyes in the moonlight. He seemed confused. “But I wasn’t over there.”

  “You sure?” she asked quietly. “No kiddin’?”

  “No kiddin’.” Stuggy felt his blood run cold. What had Camilla heard out there? A word flashed unwanted behind his eyes; Vampire. He felt very nervous suddenly. “Let’s go back to the house.”

  “What’s that?” Camilla asked, pointing. Her voice was mostly curious but hushed and uncertain. Stuggy looked over at what she was pointing at. 

  The children’s veins filled with ice. There, at the edge of the little clearing, not too far from them, was a moonlit silhouette. The figure was tall and gaunt, limbs long and slender, the head adorned with a black crown of hair. The eyes were amber and glowed with an inborn light. 

  “Vampire,” Stuggy whispered, terrified. He stood slowly, reaching over to grab Camilla’s hand. She shuddered, staring unblinkingly at the figure. The creature didn’t move much, just the eyes; subtly darting back and forth between the two children. 

  Stuggy found himself unable to move. He was trapped! His feet were glued to the ground and his body was strapped against an invisible wall. The boy shuddered and felt sick to his stomach. 

  The creature leaned forward, moving like an ape, slowly creeping towards them. 

  “I’m sorry, Cam.” Stuggy managed to squeak out. He felt guilty for their inevitable deaths. His mind went to the old book in the attic, about the gruesome murders and blood-sucking of the ancient vampire described within those pages. What a way to go, he thought. Killed by a vampire in the woods by my house. Oh, what will Aunty T think?! It’ll be so hard on her, he mused remorsefully. She and Uncle Tom will be so lonely without him. And what about Camilla’s parents? What will they do? Would they blame poor Aunty T? Oh, this sucks! 

  The “vampire” stopped in front of the two, sitting down on the ground yet he lost no inches in stature. Stuggy and Camilla watched the long, spindly fingers of the beast’s hand reach out, delicately clasping around the mask Stuggy clutched in his sweaty palm. The vampire seemed intrigued by the mask, turning it this way and that, looking it over. He set it down on the ground beside him, focusing his attention on the entranced children. They were so very small, their heads could fit in his long, boney palm. 

  The vampire reached up a spider-legged finger and pressed the tip against Camilla’s forehead. She inhaled sharply and Stuggy could feel her fear intensify. The creature… cooed. It was like a purring noise, but much deeper and wet. Cam’s face slowly shifted, relaxing, loosing tension and emotion. Her eyes dulled and the lids drooped. The vampire blinked. Camilla crumpled, unconscious, into the awaiting hands of the monster. Stuggy watched in abject terror as the beast brought her close to his shadowed and obstructed face, sniffing. The twig-like fingers guided Camilla to the ground, setting her down with all the reverence and care of a new mother laying her baby in it’s crib for the first time. 

  The vampire turned to focus on Stuggy, now. The poor boy was so afraid that he felt light-headed. The vampire’s scrawny finger lifted, pressing gently to Stuggy’s forehead. Stuggy gasped, feeling a sharp pain and a doubling of his fear, like whenever he saw a flash of lightning at night followed by the crashing boom of thunder. His heart was beating so fast it was bruising his ribcage. 

  Then, oh then, there was a shift. It was so very sudden that it took Stuggy a moment to realize it had happened. He felt… how did he feel? The terror was gone; going, flowing up from his feet and his stomach and his heart all up to his head, the way blood does when you hang upside-down. He felt a numbness fill in where the fear had been, the previous feeling was pooling up in his face, behind his eyes, then up and out through the straw-like appendage of the vampire’s finger. The creature was purring wetly again, the sound generating no unease anymore. Stuggy felt empty, devoid of emotion, cold and withered. It was a little like boredom, but much worse. There was nothing left of Stuggy, just the mind. No feelings, no sensations, no emotions. He felt incomplete. Then he felt tired. His eyelids drooped as Camilla’s had and he slipped away from reality, falling into the living-tree hands of the monster. There was a quiet warmth that followed, a blanket of dreamless sleep. The last thing Stuggy could remember was the sound of the vampire’s moist purring. 

  The children opened their eyes. The worried faces of their guardians hovered above them.

  “Oh, my stars!” Aunty T exclaimed, throwing her arms around the groggy Stuggy, holding him so tightly she might very well have squeezed her own life into his little body. 

  “Aunty!” Stuggy exclaimed, surprised, embarrassed, and uncomfortable, wiggling in her arms. 

  “Oh, Stanford!” Aunty said over and over, threatening to beat him for scaring her like that and to never leave her sight again and how worried she and Uncle Tom had been. Beside them, Camilla’s parents were similarly occupied. 

  “What happened?” Camilla asked sleepily. 

  “You two must’ve gone outside to play after dinner,” Camilla’s Mom said tearfully, delicately smearing her mascara with her thumb. “You were gone for twenty minutes before we noticed.”

  “You lovebirds were outside in the yard,” Uncle Tom said, prying Stuggy from his Aunty’s vice-grip. “Sitting asleep on the bench. You must’ve been real tired! We couldn't wake you.”

  “We were so scared,” Camilla’s Dad admonished. “You weren’t responding, we got worried and brought you inside.”

  “Oh…” Stuggy said quietly. He glanced over at Camilla. 

  “We saw that monster,” Camilla said abruptly. Stuggy almost choked on his own saliva. “It was out there, in the woods.”

  “What were you doing in the woods?” Camilla’s Mom asked, her question unheard.

  “Now, what are you on about?” Aunty inquired, still coming down from the terror of the past few minutes. “What monster?”

  “The monster that attacked those girls,” Camilla supplied. “Mister-Uncle Tom mentioned it, remember?” Aunty T shot Uncle Tom a vicious glare. 

  “You were probably just dreaming.” Jet assumed.

  “Nah, I saw it too,” Stuggy said, coming to Camilla’s aid on the matter. 

  “Now, Stanford,” Aunty said sternly. “You know what happens when you lie.”

  “I’m not lyin’!” Stuggy proclaimed, holding up his hands. “We both saw it! It was big and skinny and it moved like those big monkeys, y’know? On all-fours.”

  “Like a gorilla. Not a monkey; an ape.” Camilla corrected him quietly. He glanced a silent “whatever” at her. 

  “Kids,” Uncle Tom chuckled. “Such imaginations at this age.” 

  “We weren’t imagining it!” Camilla argued. “It happened and we saw it!”

  “Sure, sure,” Yvonne said, dragging a hand over her face in exhaustion. “C’mon, we can talk about this later. Let’s just go home.”

  “Yeah, I think that would be best.” Jet agreed. They each took a hand of Camilla’s, leading her to the front of the house. Aunty and Uncle Tom followed with Stuggy in tow. 

  “Thank you so much for a lovely dinner,” Yvonne said as they exited. “I hope we can return the favor soon.”

  Aunty replied in kind, apologizing for the scare and for Stuggy’s poor manners, which Stuggy found rude as he thought himself rather well-behaved. 

  “See you, Stuggy,” Camilla said.

  “See you, Camilla.”

  Once everything had settled down and Aunty had reprimanded him for lying and going into the woods so late at night she sent him to bed. Uncle Tom patted him on the head, thanking the boy for his cooperation. Stuggy waited for the house to get quiet before he crept to the dark window, looking out into the woods beyond the yard. 

  There, amongst the tall dark trees… there, amongst the dark and hollowed shadows… there, amongst the mysteries of the universe… there, two small stars peered up at Stuggy. 

  And Stuggy stared back.

END

[eunoiathewriter]

P. PARKER X F!READER

Sypnosis: Peter is staying at the compound for two weeks. While being toured, he wonders why his suits are gone. But when he gets to know and get there, he meets Tony Starks' older daughter.

Word count: 1.4k

The place was big. Nothing like what Peter could imagine. Every room was its own pice of art. All the technology, the space was just amazing overall. Tony could even see on Peter that the boy was amazed by what he saw.

Peter was gonna stay at the compound for two weeks. Why, well, Tony thought it would be good for the seventeen year old to get some real training in. And by real training, that meant being trained for anything and even learn more about his suit. There was many settings Peter had yet to understand.

May had even agreed to it, she understood that it would be good for Peter, but he had to call everyday. To Peter, that was nothing, he knew if he wanted to stay at the compound for the next weeks it was a must to call May.

Tony slung an arm over Peter's shoulders as they had just looked at Peter's room for the two upcoming weeks. It was a big room, flat-screen, his own bathroom, big bed and boy, even a ps5. He was gonna live like a God the next weeks.

"So, kid, there's just a few thing we need to look at before you can do, well uh, whatever you want." Tony told the teenager. Peter glanced at Tony and only nodded, whilst being lead to the next room.

"Hey, Mr Stark, where have you taken my suit? I haven't seen it for a while." Peter then asked the man. Tony let his arm go from Peter's shoulders as they entered the big living room. "Mr Stark?" Peter asked once more as he got no answer and this time Tony stopped. Turning to Peter and clapping his hands together.

"Well, it needed some upgrades and fixing. It's on the lab right now getting fixed." Tony answered. "By Jarvis?" Peter questioned, Tony sighed and almost glared at Peter.

"No." "Banner?" "No, kid. Look, we get this done, and then you can see your dear suit. Okey?" Tony said in frustration. Peter only nodded as he did not want to make the man more frustrated.

Peter followed Tony around like a puppy that didn't know what to do without its owner. But he almost didn't listen as Tony explained for example when he had training, who makes breakfast, lunch and dinner on certain days and lost of more that Peter saw as unnecessary due to it not including him at all.

They bumped in to Steve who stopped the pair to get a little chat with Peter, Wanda and Vision who just waved to Peter as they cooked dinner, Pepper coming by and just telling Tony about some things.

At last thought, they were walking to the lab. That was when Peter no longer could hols himself. "What needed to be fixed about my suit anyway? I mean you designed it to be perfect." He glanced over at Stark, including a ego boost to not just ask. Tony shrugged with a sigh.

"Apparently some new updates that would make fighting easier, and a few fixes that seem to be since you've been poking around the mechanism." Tony glanced over at the boy before opening the door to the lab. Peter looked down a bit embarrassed.

Tony opened the door and as it opened and Peter followed the man, he was met by loud rock music playing. His suit stood up, as calbes were plugged into it. Tony stopped and looked over at the suit, but instead of the old blue and red, it was now re-done with black and red. It was looking a whole lot better, if Peter were to be honest.

But what caught his attention was the figure digging to the song, Teenagers. The figure turned for a slight second, letting Peter get a glimpse. It was a girl, couldn't be older than him, she walked over to one of the tables and looked at the screen.

"Jarvis, update on the suit?" The girl asked over the sound of music. "It's on 73%, miss. Do you want me to look up and make sure we have no bigger issues to fix?" The computer voice asked and the girl picked up a bottle of soda. Seeming to think about it before she enlarged one of the screens.

"Yes please. List them up for me if you find any bigger ones." She told Jarvis and got a "Will do" by him. She turned on her heal and walked over towards what seemd to be one of Steve's shields, inspecting it and started to get to work in it again.

"That is (y/n)." Tony walked over to Peter as the boy ogled at her. "You should thank her, kid. She's the reason why your suit gets progressively more advanced." Peter blinked a few times dumbfounded.

"Wha- what? How- How come I've never heard of her?" Peter asked as the music played on, shifting to another song. "That's because she never wanted to be in the spotlight with me or her mom. She's my oldest daughter. A Stark." Tony explained.

"Jarvis, turn the music down." Tony told the computer and it did as told. The girl immediately glanced up and Peter could almost drown in her soft (e/c) eyes. "Dad? Something wrong? I was just working on Steve's shie-" She was cut off once her eyes meet with Peter's.

"Who's that?" (Y/n) stood up and walked over to the pair. "Ah, this, this is Peter Parker." Tony gestured towards the brunette while (y/n) just took a quick glance over to the suit before she pulled a face of realization.

"Oh, so he's the one that messed with my work." Peter furrowed his brows as she said that, Tony only let out a laugh before wrapping a arm around his daughters shoulders. Pulling her into his side.

"Be a little nice to Parker," Tony said. "He was just curious of your work." (y/n) shook her head and smirked. "No, he was just taking out the tracker you told me to put in his suit and in the process, he fucked up a few other things."

"I'm sorry, you have done some of the work on my suit?" Peter cut in, amazed by the unknown daughter of Tony Stark. (y/n) raised her brows and smiled genuinely. "Well, dad did the design and I put it together with Jarvis help," She paused for a second as she noticed Peter eyeing his suit. "Oh and I did change the colors a littel. Hope it's no big deal."

Peter was slow, but made his way towards the suit. It looked great. Sure it was like before but fixed, the colors matched better and so far, it seemd to be a great update. He then turned to the father and his daughter. Stuttering over his words as he couldn't explain how grateful he was for these fixes as he suit had been acting up and for some upgrades to when he was fighting.

"It looks really good. Man.." Peter sighed as he watched the suit. Tony eyed Peter a bit all while (y/n) smiled. Happy her work was appreciated.

"There's a few things to fix and-" "Miss, it seems to be a big problem with the webshooters. I do believe you would have to redo the whole thing." Jarvis voice cut her off and Peter felt bad as he knew his webshooters had been real shitty the last few days.

"Thank you, Jarvis. I guess I have to work on this then." (y/n told her dad and Peter. Tony nodded and Peter awkwardly walked over to walk out with Tony. The music was already increasing in volume. Peter turned and glanced once more at (y/n), but she was already looking at Peter. She have a small smile on her lips, giving Peter a little wave before turning back to the suit.

Peter's face heated up and he smiled. As he got outside the lab Bruce came up to Tony and him. "Ah Tony, what were the two of you doing in there?" Bruce joked as he knew (y/n) was quite strict with not disturbing her when she worked. Tony rolled his eyes.

"Showing the kid where his suit had gone." Tony motioned to Peter who smiled awkwardly at Bruce but the man didn't pay any attention to how awkward Peter seemd to be. "Have to hand it to her, Tony, she's more intelligent than you and I put together." Bruce told.

"Yeah, trust me, she's already rubbing it into my face." Tony sighed dramatically, but he loved his oldest just as much as her younger sister. Bruce then turned to Peter.

"Don't worry about your suit to much, by the way, it'll work much better once she's done with it." With those words Bruce walked off to the lab next to (y/n's).

This would be interesting for Peter..

[bsdndprplplld]

29 X 2022

another exhausting week finally over! fortunately I have two extra weekend days, so I can rest and do my homework without stressing over it

I found another promising youtube channel about learning. and "insanely difficult subjects" sounds about right when it comes to everything that's happening in math

I wish there was more content about learning math specifically. the tips I see, however good and useful for studying memory-based stuff such as biology or history, don't seem to work for math

for now my best method is to study the theory from the textbook, trying to prove everything on my own or if that fails, working through the proofs, coming up with examples of objects and asking (possibly dumb) questions that I then try to answer. afterwards I proceed to solving exercises

recently I've been studying mainly commutative algebra, in particular the localization

we didn't spend much time discussing local rings so I had to find some useful properties on my own. the whole idea of "local properties" is an interesting one and I definitely want to read more about it

I find it to be much more elegant to study localization through its universal property and exact sequences rather than through calculation on elements. it's funny how you can cheat so many of our homework problems by knowing basics of category theory and a little bit of homological algebra

I wonder if it's possible to learn math using mind maps, never actually tried. here is my attempt at doing that for one of the subjects in complex analysis:

other than studying I had to prepare a presentation for one of my courses

the topics were given to us by the professor so I thought it would be boring and technical, but I got lucky to discuss the possible generalizations of the Jordan theorem

now I'm gonna talk about something more personal

this week has been difficult because my brain doesn't enjoy existing. some days I had so many meltdowns and shutdowns, I could barely think and speak, let alone study difficult subjects in math. it's really disappointing, as I thought it got better after introducing new medication, but apparently I still can't handle time pressure and I break very easily when emotions become overwhelming (which they frequently do). one of the most discouraging parts of a neurodivergent brain is that you can't always say "alright then I'll just work harder" when you see that the situation requires it. you can't, because your brain has a certain threshold of "how much can you take before you snap" and no tips for studying when you're tired can change that. if you try, you'll just have a meltdown and your day is over, the rest of it must be spent regaining your strength and all you can do is hoping that tomorrow will be better

I wish I could always simply enjoy math and see it as an escape route from a confusing world of human interaction and unpredictable emotions, but whenever there is a deadline or grading criteria, I can hardly enjoy it anymore. I know that this is not what it's always gonna be, the further I go the less deadlines and exams we have, so I must wait and one day it might be okey

since june I've been trying to discuss accommodations regarding adhd and autism with my university but the process takes forever and I'm slowly losing hope that I will ever have it easier

nonetheless, I'm willing to do everything to achieve the goal of spending my days alone working on developing some new theory. just a few more years and I might start living the dream

[skellebonez]

Who Do I Go To? (Monkie Kid Fanfic)

I totally did not accidentally post this early before I edited it or added everything from my wip file... no... but anon, you gave me so much FREEDOM with this that I just went absolutely off the rails. This is not only set in a post S3 scenario where everyone survives and most of the villains have some kind of at least semi-redemption (except LBD, rip), this does feature a crackship or two of mine (you can read the tags to see the ships before you read)! Sun Wukong also has all of his immortality and some of his powers, I am writing this with the idea that he transferred most of them to MK and some of that was permanent once LBD was defeated and MK got his own back.

So... what if Sun Wukong did start communicating with the others in S3... but still has been bottling up his emotions about the past for so long he doesn’t feel he can talk to anyone because of their shared experiences? And what happens when that guilt and grief finally has someone willing to listen?

“What are you doing here, Si-SUN Wukong?” The Demon Bull King asked slowly, stumbling over his usual insult for the one once so close to him. They still weren’t close, and it was doubtful they would ever be as long as the sworn brothers they once were, but they were no longer at each other’s throats anymore.

That didn’t change how bizarre it was to see The Great Sage Equal To Heaven just... sitting outside his new home with no warning.

“DBK!” Wukong exclaimed, more startled than the larger demon was expecting as he jumped up and turned and if he didn’t look like he’d been hit with a truck metaphorically DBK didn’t know how to describe the way his fur stood on end and the redness in the other’s eyes. “I. UH. Was. Just stopping by to say hi!”

“No you weren’t,” DBK said, face falling into a deadpan glower. “You don’t do that. Even after 500 years I know you don’t.”

“I can start!” Wukong defended, crossing his arms and looking away with a wide teeth showing smile.

Too wide.

Even after everything that happened between them, from Red Boy to what happened when he needed his wife’s fan to sealing him in the mountain and everything that transpired with the Little Thief, he recognized that unhappy nervous smile.

“You can,” DBK said with a nod, gesturing to the smaller being. “You can also be here for a reason. Like what I heard you muttering to yourself behind the door.”

“And that’s my cue to leave!” The Monkey King announced as he turned to walk away before a large hand, with shocking gentleness for the one attached to it, wrapped around his shoulders.

“If you need to talk-”

“No, haha, I most certainly have no need for that!”

“-you know we’ve already made peace. I-”

“You don’t need to do anything,” Wukong insisted, struggling only a little before freeing himself from the other’s grip with an even wider nervous smile.

“-am willing to listen.”

“Don’t have to!”

“Are you at least talking to anyone?”

Neither of them said anything, The Demon Bull King staring down at The Monkey King with both frustrated annoyance and genuine concern in his expression.

The former he could deal with, but the later was so new again that...

Sun Wukong panicked.

“.... OKEY BYE!” He yelled, jumping and allowing his cloud to catch him and take him off.

"YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM YOUR FEELINGS FOREVER SUN WUKONG!"

"I HID FROM THE WORLD FOR 500 YEARS AND I TURNED OUT JUST FINE, I THINK I'LL MANAGE!"

“He turned out fine, he says,” Princess Iron Fan called from behind her husband as she emerged from their home. “So fine that it took him losing his invincibility and his successor nearly being killed for him to admit he needed help.”

DBK grunted, nodding in agreement at her words.

“He needs more, still, my dear. Even I can see that.”

“Let’s call in some reinforcements then, darling. I think there are two people who may be able to get through to him.”

~

Sun Wukong sat on the beach of Mount Huaguo’s island home, clearly trying not to think about what had just transpired.

“Hey.”

“How did you even know to look for me here?” Sun Wukong asked, not nearly as startled this time. He’d heard the footsteps coming for a long time, the other apparently wanting to make his presence known.

“Bull King called Pigsy’s asking for MK. MK called me since he’s working. I remembered where you like to sulk. Hence: I’m here.”

Wukong groaned, wrapping his arms around his knees and burying his face in them. “I shouldn’t have even left the house today.”

“But you left,” Macaque said with a shrug, watching the other stew in his frustration at himself. “And you went to see DBK... and I guess Princess Iron Fan too? But you ran off. Why?”

“I can’t check up on an old friend turned enemy turned less enemy to ‘not exactly friend but we’re not trying to kill each other’ without being questioned?” Wukong grumbled into his arms.

“Not when you make him sound as worried as he did when he talked to MK,” Macaque continued, voice becoming more tense. “You didn’t go to apologize or explain anything, I was there when all that went down. So... did you finally go to talk about everything e-”

“No.” The word was said with such coldness that Macaque knew it was put on. It wasn’t out of malice but something else, something more worried and fearful. “No. I can’t talk to him about... I told him everything that explained what happened. I apologized. I don’t need to talk more.”

"I don't understand why you're so opposed to to just talking about, you know... how you’re doing," Macaque said with a concerned frown. It almost felt odd on his face. Almost. He was still getting used to the whole "not being mortal eternal enemies and now being friends and kinda sorta caring about each other again" thing. "I know it's been centuries and all and you're out of practice but like... it's been centuries."

"I just... can't, Macaque," Wukong rebutted as he refused to lift his head from his arms. "I just can't."

"Why?"

"Don't."

The single word stayed in their air between them, heavy and hard and meaning more than the immortal would ever admit to.

"Come on, there has to be a reason," Macaque insisted as he sat down beside the other immortal. When no response came he sighed, tail flicking absently and flipping over some of the rocks on the beach as they sat in silence for few minutes. "You know... I started talking to someone."

"What?" Wukong turned his head, just enough to look at the other monkey from the corner of his eye.

“Sandy’s a good listener,” Macaque continued, falling back down to lay flat on his back and gaze up at the clouds. He remembered that Wukong felt better, sometimes, when you looked away when talked to. Didn’t know why, but he remembered. “Not exactly the kind of therapy he thinks I need, but he lends me his cats and he lets me talk and sometimes asks if I want advice. Sometimes I say yes, but when I say no he understands. Sometimes I just want to rant at that one little one eyed cat he has and she listened to... I think. She’s a cat so I wouldn’t know. He thinks I should see someone more experienced, an expert. Maybe he’s right, I dunno, but this helps enough for now.

“... who are you and what have you done with the Six-Eared Macaque?” Wukong asked with a soft glower, one that was clearly in jest from the tiny smile the other could see.

“Same Macaque,” the other said with a laugh, sitting back up with a theatrical flourish. “Just realized that talking to someone isn’t as dumb or useless as I made it out to be in my head. A lot of the stuff I thought about alone wasn’t exactly the best. Or healthiest. But now I can get that out there and sometimes it makes Sandy look like he ate a whole lime which probably means it’s good it’s not in my head anymore.”

“You ramble a lot,” Wukong said with a chuckle, tail swishing softly beside him before nudging against Macaque’s. He tensed before it slowly wrapped around the other’s. “It feels odd, having you try to cheer me up again after... everything.”

“Bad odd or good odd?”

“Good.”

“That’s.... good,” Macaque said, squeezing Wukong’s tail with his own. “Feels odd for me too. Like I’m out of practice too. But it’s good odd...” The two sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying each other’s company before he continued. “I do think you should talk to someone. Anyone.”

“I don’t know who, though. Every time I try I just... clam up and run away. I’ve put so much on MK already,” Wukong said, tail squeezing around Macaque’s loosely in return. “And Pigsy and Sandy... After all that came out, that Sandy is Sha Wujing and Pigsy is Zhu Bajie’s reincarnation... I just... I can’t talk to them either, even though Pigsy doesn’t remember anything at all. And you... DBK... everyone... who do I go to that knows enough about me to know what they’re in for but I won’t have those memories floating around in the back of my head toward making me run away?”

“Well, you could have Sandy help you get a therapist. Prepare them in advance. Or, if you’re not ready for that, you could talk to Tang?” Macaque suggested with a shrug. “He listens to me when I’m not talking to Sandy... but that’s probably because we’re dating, that’s what it is now instead of courting, right? So he kinda has to I think? Pigsy and MK talk to him too but with me I think it’s different.”

"I don't think that's how it works," Wukong said with a half hearted chuckle as he finally raised his head all the way. "Besides, I've known Tang longer."

"By like 3 months."

"3 months more is still enough to know that if he doesn't want to listen to you he won't. The man knows how to make a speedy exit."

"Guess that's one more thing that sets him apart from his great-great-great-great-great-whatever uncle," Macaque admitted with a shrug and a chuckle of his own. He squeezed his tail around Wukong's, smile softening when he felt it being returned.

“Feels... weird though,” Wukong said with a shrug. “The two of them looking so much alike.”

“Yeah, but that’s it,” Macaque rebutted. “He’s Tang Sanzang’s great-whatever nephew 5 times removed or whatever and he looks like him. Other than that? He knows pretty much all of your history. He’s mostly out of the hero worship zone but he still respects you a lot. Aside from everything that happened with LBD and MK you two have the least history out of everyone so maybe whatever’s in your head making you clam up might not stop you. And it couldn't hurt to try. It’s not therapy, it’s just talking about something that’s bothering you. Worst that can happen is you get nervous and fumble and he takes the opportunity to ask you 40 questions about the times you were almost incinerated by a baby."

"That was one time!"

~

“Uh,” Tang started, staring out the open door with wide eyes at the being before him. “Hi. I didn’t exactly expect to you see today.”

“I didn’t exactly expect to be here today,” Wukong said awkwardly, nervous smile taking over his face as his tone became far too jovial for what he was about to ask. “Macaque sent me to... talk to you. About me?” His smile drooped bit by bit as he said these words, slowly starting to lose his determination to go through with this. “Oh second thought, maybe I should-”

"No," Tang said, reaching out to put a hand on the immortal's shoulder. It was nothing, really, not to someone as strong as he was. Not when he could brush it off and walk away. Go home. Just sit on his couch and watch Monkey King The Animated Series again and just think about how no one deserved to be saddled with his problems anymore. But Wukong didn't. "Whatever it is, we’re going to talk about this now. I know I’m not trained like Sandy is, but I know how to listen. And if you need someone to listen to you, I can. You wouldn't have come here to talk if you didn't."

“... ok...” Sun Wukong said, letting Tang wrap his arm around his back and guide him inside his shared home with Pigsy and Macaque.

It was... odd. Being inside this place for the first time. He’d been outside of the door more than once, invited in as well. But never inside.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Tang said, stopping his guidance once they reached the sofa. “I’m no Sandy, but I was making myself some tea and it is a batch of his own anyway. I’ll grab us some snacks too.”

“Snacks would be great,” Wukong admitted, watching the other disappear into the house’s kitchen before he sighed and gripped his thrashing tail and muttered to himself. “What am I doing..? I shouldn’t put all this on Tang... I should have gone with Macaque’s first suggestion, I’m-”

“Do you prefer lychee or persimmon?” Tang asked suddenly, startling the immortal for the second time that day. “We’re out of peach bao, but MK’s been making them out of lots of fruits and we have so many that I was planning on eating them myself.”

The scholar returned, faster than expected, with a full tray in hand. Teapot, two tea cups, and a steamer box that presumably held the buns he was asking about.

“Uh... persimmon,” Wukong answered, and he watched as Tang poured each of them a cup of tea and removed some clearly fresh (or at least made some time earlier in the day and freshly steamed), pieces of fruit laden bao to put on a plate for his guest before taking a seat in a chair across from him. “You were... getting lunch?”

Tang shrugged, laughing as he took a bite of one of his own. “Just wanted a snack. But,” He smiled, gesturing to the Monkey King. “We’re not here to talk about snacks. What’s on your mind?”

“Awfully forward start.”

“I try to be forward with the people I consider my friends.”

“... You consider me... a friend?” Wukong asked slowly, turning the bao over in his hands. It was well made, perfect he would say. You’d think MK would have been making them all his life, not that he’d learned how to on the drone ship while on the run from an evil super demon bent on erasing his mentor from the world.

“After everything we went through, how could I not?” Tang said, putting his food down to sip his tea and then putting that down as well and looking at him seriously. “You’re here because it’s the anniversary of the day you sealed away the Demon Bull King, aren’t you?”

The bao in his hands wasn’t perfect anymore. Instead the red lychee inside dripped from his claws from where they punctured it in surprise.

“How did you-?”

“My specialty study is your history after all,” Tang said, smile returning with a sad tint. “I’ve known the date for years but I felt it was something to keep to myself. For some reason. Now with you and DBK back I think that was a good choice. It feels too personal to have out in the open for everyone to make a spectacle of.”

“Is it selfish of me to be thankful for that?” Wukong muttered, gently placing the bao on the plate to lick his claws clean.

“I don’t think so,” Tang answered.

“I feel selfish though,” he continued, not managing to take note of how Tang sat up straighter and turned more toward him. “I went to DBK’s to... I don’t know. I wanted to apologize again? But I already did and he accepted it and it feels selfish to want to again. Then I just. I froze.”

“Why?” Tang asked, scooting closer.

“It felt wrong.”

“Because you would make him feel awkward?”

��NO!” Wukong groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I just. I feel...” He took in a shaky breath, claws digging into his skin slightly.

“Don’t,” Tang’s voice came soft and closer than Wukong expected, as did the hands on his own slowly pulling his claws away from his face. “Don’t hurt yourself. And don’t bottle it up. I’ll listen to you. No matter what it is. It’s not selfish, feeling things isn’t selfish.”

“I miss it,” Wukong breathed out, shaky and choppy as his throat tightened as the words started to pour out of him. “I miss him. How things used to be between us and Iron Fan. I miss that I never got to meet Red Son when he was Red Boy. I miss Beng and Ba and Ma and Liu and how things used to be. I miss Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing even though they’re here. I miss my Tang Sanzang. I’d been alone for 500 years and I missed so much and I did that to myself and it’s selfish to miss like that...”

He didn’t realize his cheeks were wet until his hands had been let go and one of Tang’s rubbed a cloth against them. Tang cupped his cheeks softly before wrapping his arms around him and tucking the Monkey King’s head into the space between his neck and shoulder.

“No... no it’s not. You’re allowed to miss things, Sun Wukong. Just like anyone else.”

Sun Wukong started to feel better.

He didn’t know why that was what did it, but the dam broke. It broke and his tears came pouring out as he hugged the man who reminded him so much of his Master. He didn’t know if anything he said in the mean time made any sense, if he was just blubbering and finally letting himself mourn what he’d lost and never had, but Tang didn’t ever chastise him. He let him weep and hold him and for the first time in years...

~

“Oh!” Princess Iron Fan startled as she opened the door to see who had knocked, finding herself face to face at sunset with one Great Sage. “You’ve returned.”

“Are you and DBK free?” Sun Wukong asked, smile no longer too wide. “I... kinda just wanna talk with you for a bit.”

“Well... I think that would be lovely.”

[sukirichi]

Sukkiiiii YOUR FAVORITE SIGNED HEADPHONES ANON IS BACK nojkjk HAHAHAHAHABut Anywhooo how're uuuuu?? Fine I hope AND okei I have a lot to unpack so as Im typing this while I cut pictures for an anime backdrop poster for our Family Christmas Party—no jkjk I legit had to finish it first

Lemme start withhh replying to ur last reply to my shortest ask yet. Actually at that time my exams were done—they ended Dec 16, then had our Christmas Party at 17 but anywho that's not the point here bc I was actually busy with smth else—I was legit busy cramming the additional tasks my teachers assigned. Anyways enough about that—Im gonna reserve the other for part two

SOOO let us talk about Dusk Til Dawn—YEEEEEEE I Love It. Periodt. I just didn't like how I had to stop bc of my Cold like I had to sneeze every now and then so my reading was chop-chop aaaanddd as a self proclaimed veteran of a fanfic reader and suki fan, right off the bat of reading chap one I alr knew it was too good to be true well like, NGL U GOT ME HOOKED but then I saw that the song for the second chap was from Tears of Gold but did u change it? I think u did—right?I haven’t read chapter two YET but seeing everyone else’s reactions got me goin 🤡😅😂🥲😰🤯🙃 Seeing the Iris hate got me wheezing but dw, I can see myself joining in too

BUT OKEI U UNDERSTAND FILIPINOO?!?!? Well I did have my suspicions since u listen to Ben and Ben so, anyways nakaka-excite lang sya and to the anon who ranted in Filipino—BET AHAHAHAHAHAHA the way you just wanna pull her hair HAHAHAHA

Now when I saw the original plot line of DTD, I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD the whole reason on why Kiyoomi’s song with YN was Wildest Dreams bc They never end up together 😭😭😭😭, but they both shared something that YN could never forget and so “my last condition is” to actually atleast remember what they had even if Kiyoomi is married and happy with someone else that I for sure hate bc I was team Kiyoomi. I was alr crushed just by reading the whole plot so what more if it was written hahaha 🤡🤡🤡🤡 so now let’s just see what this new DTD holds, more heartbreak I suppose but I apparently love how it hurts like u can’t get enough of it ya’know just like Home From War 🤡🤡🤡🤡 but nonetheless I am team still Kiyoomi all ze way

ya’know with Oikawa as Endgame with the original plot. (If I recall correctly thats what I read) Tbh it was eh for me but it made sense as well. It must hurt for Oikawa knowing that he was just a last option but if he does rlly love YN Im sure he was willing to endure it—every unrequited love ever, but honestly Im not super picky with who YN ends up with, Im just KIYOOMI WHY DIDN’T U FIGHT FOR YN?! 😭😭😭😭 I WOULDVE FOUGHT FOR U TOO YKK TT TT

Okei wow that part one, took me year to write—get it? *cricket noise* Hahaha—yeahhhh—HAHAHAHAHA

WITH LOTS OF LOVEEEEE!!! AND POSTIVITYYY!!!

-🎧

AYO HEADPHONES ANON, I’M SORRY FOR THE LONG REPLY, MY DAYS HAVE BEEN HECTIC BUT HELLO OMG I MISSED YOU! also whoa anime backdrop poster? for Christmas? your holidays sounds lit to me 😭

ooh congrats for finishing your exam, I hope you passed with flying colors! OH YEAH I THINK I CHANGED THE SONG but I don’t remember what the original song was – NO WAIT THE ORIGINAL SONG FOR CH2 WAS “YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL” BY LANA DEL REY but I’m reserving that for future chapters hehehe. ALSO YEAH I UNDERSTAND TAGALOG HAHAHA but I don’t understand everything so I’ll have to translate bits and pieces there. and omg yeah I remember the anon who ranted in Tagalog, it was such a mood! sometimes I can’t fully express myself in English too and its just so satisfying to say “gago ka, suna” or something like that, but I actually don’t like cursing in Tagalog because it’s too…intense. yeah, it’s extremely intense.

DUDEEEE OMG (is it okay to call you dude? lmk if its not!) YES WILDEST DREAMS FOR KIYOOMI AHSJKAA im ngl I think most of my series song inspos came from Taylor Swift. Taylor Swift has so much great songs about toxic relationships and the harsh truth of love sometimes, like how Wildest Dreams perfectly captures the, “I know we’re not going to stay forever, but I hope you cherished me anyway” LIKE PLS IT HURTS THINKING ABOUT OMI OMI. and yes, oikawa was endgame in the original plot and looking back at it now, the part of me that’s just obsessed with toxic fictional men is making me throb again. oikawa is NOT endgame here since he’s barely a love interest, but the thought is definitely nice. like hmm yes mean husband. mean, arrogant, handsome, sexy man… RED FLAG…but hot… anyways. NAUR YEAH KIYOOMI SHOULD’VE FOUGHT FOR YN IN THE ORIGINAL DTD VERSION that was so wrong of him smh /lh

TOOK A YEAR TO WRITE AHJSKAA PLS I WOULD SO USE THAT PUN EVERY NEW YEAR TOO HELP. AND SENDING YOU LOTS OF LOVE BACK, MWAHHH!

[thegothicviking]

Happy New Year! Someone was stabbed to death nearby where i live... AGAIN!

Happy New Year! Someone was stabbed to death around 1:00-1:30 AM on New Years eve in the biggest city (which isn't even that big) nearby where I live! AGAIN! FOR REAL: This is the 3RD STABBING/SHARP OBJECT RELATED MURDER THAT HAS HAPPENED WITHIN 3 ALMOST CONSECUTIVE YEARS!

1.In late October or early November 2019 there was an AXE MURDER on a freakin CEMETERY (the largest cemetery in this city and according to me the most beautiful and now I am too scared to even walk around there!) where a middle aged woman died in the hospital from her wounds, after being struck by an axe. The man who was charged had apparently, miraculously, SOMEHOW managed to sneak a small/portable camping size Axe and snuck it in his jacket... (they are not THAT small y'all!) then taken a TAXI to the cemetery...and then hatched this middle aged woman who was most likely visiting someone's grave. Minding her own business because the woman didn't know her murderer!

2.In June/July 2020 there was a PUBLIC STABBING in the middle of the STREETS and with SEVERAL WITNESSES in the middle of BROAD FREAKIN DAYLIGHT...in basically one of the BUSIEST STREETS of this city! This time though the victim apparently KNEW the murderer(s) so I am guessing som drug-deal had gone terribly wrong... That area of this city is notorious for drug dealing and drug addicts. I am so glad that I have happened to been away from the main city when all these murders happening. Including the most recent;

3.Yesterday, or at around 1:00 AM on 1st of January 2022 there was yet.again. another freakin' public stabbing. This time on a parking lot nearby an apartment complex! Because...why not!? Two suspected men, one is aparently British and "on a visit to Norway" but is still "known to the local police here" !?!? Excuse me what!? And apparently he KNEW the other suspect, a Norwegian citizen. Both the suspected men and the victim where in their 20's and once again: they apparently didn't knew prehand who they just stabbed to death! Oh that's just great!? So a british guy having a merry trip to Norway just hanging out with his Norwegian buddy...drinking...shooting up some fireworks..and stabbing some random man on NYE! Okey then! :)

Ok but this is crazy because; in mid Desember 2021 (not even a MONTH prior to this stabbing) The Norwegian national "All day news channel" sent a clip about this VERY CITY where I live close to and where ALL these murders took place: "About how the local police there were going to talk nice with and keep an eye on those who were outside of a society/known to the police for having a criminal record already...to PREVENT FURTHER CRIME!!" I FREAKIN' SHIT YOU NOT!

ONCE AGAIN (in case you didn't catch this ridiculous irony: Not even a month prior to this MURDER; They showed a NEWS CLIP on National Norwegian Television about how ''the local police (in THIS CITY, where now not even a whole MONTH LATER.. ANOTHER MURDER HAPPENED by someone YET AGAIN KNOWN to the police).... was ''going to PREVENT FURTHER CRIME by TALKING with these LOCAL CRIMINALS...that was well known to the local police''. They LITERALLY preached about tlking with local criminals as a mean to ''prevent further crimes'' and they they couldn't even keep this "campaign" going for A SINGLE MONTH! Because surprise surprise! Two men known by the police stabbed someone to death! Wow! I am not surprised if the rest of Norway will make fun us who are living here where I am from.. :) Not the slightest surprised!

Ok, I know what you are thinking; if you live in the U.S or in a big European country or whatever..you may not think 3 stabbings in nearly 3 consecutive years, is alot! 3 stabbings in 3 years? Whatever right? HOWEVER: let me tell you. The community where I LIVE, in THESE SPECIFIC Norwegian towns...are incredibly small. Yeah we are very "crowded" as in how many that live here but...its a small snoozy community. Except for drug addicts and some rapes...serious crimes like MURDERS....NEVER happen! Or VERY RARELY! Before we were talking about like..a murder every 5 or 10 years. And now it's 3 murders happening in almost 3 years in a row! So hey don't freakin' blame me for asking: WHAT THE F***!?!? IS GOING ON AROUND HERE!?!? It's like people have been snorting or drinking some maical violent-killin dope/mixture or somethin'! It's Insane!

(Oh and btw...if it weren't for me rejecting one of the 30 -something year old F* bois that all of a sudden decided to contact me and ask me about my NYE plans...I could have actually celebrated NYE in that VERY SAME F* CITY where the MURDER happened....At.That.Very.Same.Night!! Think about that. The two suspects in the NYE stabbing didn't knew their victim prehand. Which means that thevictim could have been anybody! It could have been ME that night!:) Who would have known that not only was it good that I rejected a NYE celebration with that F*boi, to keep my own DIGNITY but also apparently to keep myself alive!

Ok but all this aside: I do feel bad for the close friends and family to the victim. What a horrible, tragic start to the new year for them! :(

[starstruckjatpwitch]

I have seen post and videos claiming that Flynn is not a good friend and that she overreacted when Julie didn't tell her about the guys

So, yes and no

We know that Julie couldn't sing for a year, no matter how hard she tried. And Flynn had been there every step of way, always trying to make her feel better

So when Julie tells her in episode 2 that she sang for the first time, she's thrilled. It has been a very difficult year but finally things are starting to get better. She probably imagined Julie sitting alone in the studio, trying to sing for a while, breaking down a few times (which would make sense after not singing for a year) and finally making it to the end of the song.

And the first person she told that she did it was her, her best friend since forever!!!. So she's happy for her, she convinces Julie to play for Ms. Harrison to let her come back to the music program

But when Julie gets on stage Flynn is very nervous, maybe just because Julie sang alone in her mom's studio it doesn't mean that she can do it in front of the whole school, maybe this is too big of a step, maybe this was a bad idea.

But she starts playing and she seems comfortable. Okey this is a good start, although it's a song that Flynn hasn't heard before. Julie keeps going, she's doing great and Flynn is so proud of her.

But all of a sudden 3 guys just poof on stage playing with her.

All know the song as if.... as if they had been rehearsing it. But Julie hasn't sang in a year, every one knows that, if she had she would have told Flynn, she's her best friend, they tell each other everything

So in Flynn's defense I will say that I think she wasn't upset because Julie didn't tell her about the boys as in "omg you know 3 cute guys and you didn't tell me??", she was upset because after everything that they went through that year, Julie met this guys (with whom apparently she has been hanging out and writing songs etc) while Flynn has been worrying sick for her.

On the other hand she did overreact after that, I understand that she's angry, but throwing eggs to Julie's window is not best friend behavior.

And also the fact that Julie played Flying Solo for Flynn as an apology but Flynn never apologized for reacting the way she did, even after knowing the truth about the boys

Still their friendship is iconic and I love it so much

[i-donot-forget]

4 Days

My Candy Love - Love Life

Eric - Candy/Sucrette - Nathaniel

Words 2373

Spoilers Ep 12 - 13

So I was thinking about the days between the kiss with Eric and our date four days later, but from his perspective.

I don't speak english very well, so this is like 90% google translate

DAY 0

I ran away like a coward after what I had done, what was I thinking? How did I let it happen? But they weren't my imaginations, she reciprocated, right? The more I tried to remember the details of that slip, my mind could only think of one thing, her and the softness of her lips, steal her breath, her glassy eyes and flushed cheeks despite my misdeed, I couldn't help but smile because the reality was more delicious than anything I had imagined. 

The loneliness of my apartment took me out of my reverie, now I had to deal with the consequences of my actions, the only question was when? surely as soon as she got home she would tell him how I took advantage of the situation, maybe Nathaniel was on his way here right now to beat me up, which I deserve anyway ...

I still felt the light touch of her perfume on me and it was driving me crazy, I went to take a cold shower with the horrible sensation of hearing a knock on the door, a product of my tormented imagination. I could not think and I had no one to talk to, I was going around the place like a caged lion, I looked at the clock again helpless when I saw that even time was making fun of me, I changed with the idea that there was only one thing that could distract me now, go for a run. I was going fast, lost in my thoughts with the uncomfortable feeling that I was being followed, stopped at a traffic light I was left blank when I saw a blond guy in a white jacket on the other side of the sidewalk, I knew it was not him and even so I could not take my eyes off him until I was 100% sure, I trotted past him receiving the smoke from his cigar fully on my face, By the time I got to the other side of the street, I needed a cigarette more than I needed oxygen. 7 years in the trash, I thought as I ripped off the plastic and opened the box, that first puff was the only thing that managed to calm me down a bit and before I knew it I was on the second.

I walked home calmer or the fact that my head was spinning absorbed some of my attention but when I closed the door the adrenaline and excitement had passed, now I was on the floor, I saw the time and resigned that tonight I could not sleep I dropped into the chair in front of the table that was overflowing with reports, I opened the laptop and gave myself to the escape who had rescued me from Melissa for the last year and there I could see an e-mail from Ben that I should have checked that afternoon if I wouldn't have been in such a rush to get to a certain cafe at 8pm.

DAY 1

By the time the sun rose I could no longer bear the thought of not knowing what to expect, so I called Nathaniel against my logic and common sense, put the phone on speakerphone, and put it on the table as I clung to the wood tightly. Each ringtone fed my paranoia. I expected the worst, screams, insults, threats, at the very least, and then he answered, I stammered incoherencies until I realized that he didn't know, she hadn't told him… yet. I told him about the information Ben had sent me feeling slightly relieved, I hung up the phone calmer but not better, this secret was a time bomb and I felt like garbage. 

I froze as I tightened the doorknob, because by inertia my feet would take me straight to the Cozy Bear, like every morning before work and every afternoon at closing time, but I couldn't go back there like nothing else, I was a criminal returning to the scene of the crime simply couldn't break into her space after what had happened, not without her authorization. I walked towards the station in the company of a cigarette and for some reason I could not remember when was the last time I had done this, I was tense, distracted, I could not concentrate even on the simplest idea my mind was restless and I simply could not ignore the why, I would have to look at his face and act like every day, I had to be convincing and it felt horrible. I hesitated before entering and after crossing the entrance I stopped for a few seconds to look inside, searching quickly, I took a deep breath out of inertia thinking I still had a few minutes left.

- I am glad I am not the only one who is affected by the investigation . -

A friendly slap on my shoulder caused me an exaggerated start but Nathaniel passed by directly to the Chief's office, I saw how he stopped at the threshold, looked at me and gestured for me to enter. I explained the progress in the investigation with few details until our superior resumed the meeting, luckily without a field operation on the agenda I could keep my distance without raising suspicions. The day was eternal and tortuous but it was already after 10 o'clock at night when I went to vent to the gym, 3 hours later I was at home, another night awake.

DAY 2

-  It is the second day you arrive smelling of cigarettes instead of coffee. I believed that with age your habits would improve, not worsen. Is the wisdom of old age a myth? -

Nathaniel joked as the sound of his fists on the punching bag filled the air, I set the dumbbell I was lifting on the ground before giving him a look.

- Yes, yes, I want to see in what condition you will be when you are my age, young man. -

- But seriously, two days without coffee? That's a record, the Cozy Bear will go broke without you. -

- Yes, well I'm changing the coffee for the gym. With the whole move in I realized that I am not in such good shape. -

- Have you already adapted to your new apartment? -

- I finally have a bedside lamp so even though I don't have a TV, or real china, I was able to finish the last book you recommended. -

- Great. Did you start something new? -

- Yes, in fact I'm already halfway there... it's something different, more suspense with some science fiction. -

- Boring… -

- Whatever you say... to tell the truth... I had discussed it with... Candy. -

- Oh yeah? -

- Yes, now that I think about it... she asked me for the reference, I saved an article from the internet with several titles of the same style. -

- Would you send it to her? will you do me a favor. -

- Sure, mmmh I don't have her number. -

- My phone is in my jacket, the pass is 4444. -

- Don't you know her number by heart? -

- Mmmm no. -

Upon unlocking the screen, the background photo was like a kick in the stomach, it was her with a beaming smile, which I did not remember ever seeing, I imagine that smile is only for him. I looked for the contact, "Honey" of course ... I sent it and put the phone quickly as if it burned in my hands.

I avoided the excused lunch with an imaginary date with a divorce lawyer, I drove through the city with no clear destination, away from those streets where by any chance of life I could come across her, I parked at a gas station when it became apparent that no matter how long I was behind the wheel I would not find the right words and finally I called her, dial tone and after a few minutes, mailbox. Come on again, she must be tending the cafe after all. Second try, back to the mailbox, this is more difficult than I thought. What if she doesn't want to answer me? No, how could she know it's me, maybe she has my number. But what nonsense are you saying? Of course she doesn't have your number, let's go once again the third time's the charm. And I was defeated, after the third attempt I did not have the courage to call again and the uncertainty began to fill my head, I drove back to the station with a thousand ideas going through my head and in all of them I am the villain.

I was collapsed on the desk in my office after the afternoon meeting when the phone rang, seeing her name on the screen made my heart race, I closed the blind on the door window and I hesitated for a moment before locking with key.

- Hello, Candy? Thanks for calling me back. I think we should talk ... -

- Eric? I don’t remember giving you my number. -

Yes ... I simply continue to deceive Nath to calm this uncertainty that is killing me, I continued to accumulate crimes and although I believed that I was prepared to face the consequences, I was surprised at myself, at what I was willing to do to find out. 

- Ahem... I asked Nath for it. I told him I wanted to share the name of the book we had talked about with you but… we both know that’s not the reason. I wanted for us to talk... about what happened between us, the other night. -

- And ... You couldn't have just stopped by? On the phone, it's a bit ... -

- I agree! But I wasn't sure that you wanted to see me. Well, anyway… -

- Okay, well, you know where to find me, right? I don't close before 8, if you haven’t forgotten… -

- Well ... I'm busy today... And tomorrow. I thought…… Maybe we can get a drink together in two days? I promise, it won't take long. -

- Uh… Okey, see you after tomorrow, then! -

When she hung up I felt that the world was turning again, that everything had stopped just with her voice, in the middle of all this a part of me was glad to hear her again. Little by little the plea that had almost stuttered became clearer,she could still hate me, disown me and want me as far as possible from her life. Maybe that was what I deserved, maybe that was for the best.

That night I slept fitfully waking up with a start until dawn, a single nightmare repeated itself in a loop, she laughing in my face for having been so stupid as to believe that there was something between us, that I was mistaken her sympathy for interest and I don't know how I could even dream of her leaving him for… for someone like me.

DAY 3

Jogging accompanied by the morning dew helped me wake up after not resting, somehow a choppy night's sleep was more harmful than a sleepless night, this lack was beginning to take its toll and it was already more than evident in my face that I was not having a good day. Today I would have a little field operation, nothing more to watch in case I saw anything suspicious, although I definitely couldn't see anything if I could barely keep my eyes open.

I hadn't been able to escape lunch today and Nath had already been staring at me for a couple of minutes.

- Everything is fine? -

Hearing that question aloud I hesitated, as if I was no longer physically capable of following this lie, I thought of confessing everything to him, not just the kiss, but this forbidden feeling that I had allowed myself to cultivate, how traitorous and scoundrel I was, but then I thought about her, and how I couldn't take away from her what belonged to her by right, if someone had to be the great antagonist it was me, the only one who would have to pay for deception and lies.

- Yes ... Although I think my attempt to give up coffee for something healthier is ironically killing me, I think I'll go back to my old habits. -

- Take care Eric, I still need you around for a while, someone has to stick up for this department. -

Who would say that words could cause physical pain felt like his words were digging into my back and blocking my throat. I could only smile. Sitting alone in an incognito vehicle my mind was blank, no, not blank really an idea had been fixed in my head as a clue that appears after rereading for the tenth time ... I could not, I simply could not do that to Nath, this had all been a huge mistake, a confusing and totally out of place situation, and it had to end as soon as possible. 

That night I couldn't sleep either, I spent the hours thinking about her, saying goodbye in some way to the moments that I had collected in my memory, I had kept this absurd fantasy for too long and I couldn't continue lying to myself.

DAY 4

This morning I was calm, despite being the day of our meeting, but perhaps it was not tranquility but resignation, today the suspense ended, this story that should never have existed ended.

The hours passed quickly because I had already made a decision, if I wanted to end this forever there should be no doubt, I had to tell her absolutely everything, so when she rejects me and denies each and every one of my hopes, I could turn off that light that still wants to see her, that not even the fact that she is with someone else has been able to extinguish, it must be her and it must be brutal.

I was surprised at how quickly the orange glow of the evening began to creep in through my office window, it seemed that after all I did not really want to go to my “date”. My discouragement was turning into nervousness with each step I took, by the time I realized I was outside the cafe.

And then I saw you through the window and I smiled without being able to contain myself because only when I saw you did I realize that I missed you and that I had not liked spending so many days without seeing you and that everything even seemed a little brighter... 

Oh… Shit, I'm really screwed...

[writingwife-83]

My 2020 Sherlolly Self Interview

Thanks for organizing this fun activity @sherlollyappreciationweek! 🎉 I’ll start out with a very brief “about me” section-

I live in the northeast area of the USA, I’ve been married for seventeen years, have one teenage son, and I’m in my *gulp* late thirties now. I do volunteer ministry work and also work part time from home. Among other leisure activities, obviously I love writing! I started writing original fiction when I was a preteen, but I’ve been writing fanfic under the pen name “writingwife83” for over six years now. I discovered fanfic and the world of online fandom after becoming obsessed with BBC Sherlock in 2014 after s3 aired. I read The Full House, fell in love with the whole concept of fanfic, specifically for sherlolly, and couldn’t help but give it a go myself. And as they say, the rest is history!

Below the cut I’ll talk about some of the topics and fics suggested by followers/readers. Buckle up cuz it’s a lot lol...

Ok, first up to be kind enough to give me some feedback is @readstoomuch. You said- “what inspires you. Any story (I love them all!). Who do you love writing? Who is hardest for you? And which is that one story that you had fun doing?”

As for what inspires me, first and foremost it’s the show and characters itself. Watching those two on screen, it’s not hard to be inspired! But beyond that, I find a lot of inspiration in music and art, and just generally in other creative works and people. I think for a while I had my own internal inspiration and no lack of it, but as months dragged into years lol, I have found that the rest of the shippers are invaluable in filling the gaps when I lack inspiration and motivation. Some prompts I’ve gotten from others have taken on a life I never would have expected, and that’s pretty great. I honestly don’t think writing works best as a purely solitary activity. I know myself and although there is an aspect of my writing that will always be “for me,” that’s absolutely not all it is. It’s the fun of creating with others and it’s the fun of sharing with others.

As for who I love writing and who’s hardest, I think I’ve always felt pretty comfortable writing the main characters in Sherlock. I probably especially love writing Sherlock himself because he’s fun to break down and really dig deep into his emotions and thought processes. There have definitely been times some of the side characters have overwhelmed me and made me nervous about conveying their voices accurately. For instance, Mycroft can be tough if it involves pulling him out of his shell in a way that still feels believable and true to character.

That one story I had fun doing? Well there’s no way I can say just one. 😆 As far as reader response, there’s no other fic that can compare to the fun of I Told You So, that’s for sure. But as far as the actual plotting and creating, I think the fics I’ve had the most fun with are the multi-chapters I’ve done since becoming good friends with @thisisartbylexie. Having her as a sounding board, plotting buddy, and editor has absolutely increased my creating fun and has definitely also made me a better writer.

Thanks so much for asking @readstoomuch 🥰

Alrighty, @thisisartbylexie, you asked- if there's a fic that you ever wanted to go back to change in some way, which one would it be and why? Which one do you feel "oh wow, did I write that?" in a super positive way?

Idk how to choose just one fic. There are plenty that could use some changing lol! One I’d like to fix though, would be Pleased to Meet You. I know (because I’ve been told) that there’s inaccuracies in that one seeing as I’m not personally familiar with university settings in the UK. I did actually attempt research and I thought I got the idea, but apparently it didn’t work out terribly well. But the plotting and progression of that fic is one I’ve always been happy with, so I guess I feel like it’s a shame if it came off messy in some general ways and distracted from the rest of it. I like how I was able to weave that one into the canon of the show up to that point. And tbh it actually still fits as a uni backstory for them without any conflicts to the canon. As much as I enjoy canon divergence and AU, I also have a big soft spot for fics that simply connect seamlessly to what we’ve already been given.

As for “oh wow, did I write that?” I think one of my proudest accomplishments has been Zephyr. That fic kinda has it all lol. The tropes, the pining, the romance, the Victorian setting...ugh I love it. And there’s a climactic kiss moment in that fic that’s one of my faves I’ve written. I’m so glad I wrote it because of the Sherlolly Remix Challenge in ‘16, and at your suggestion, Lexie. But I will also be forever sad that I had to release that fic all at once on AO3 once completed. That fic would have been great fun to be writing and posting as I went along! And on top of being happy with the fic itself and how it came out, I’m awfully proud of the fact that you were excited enough about the fic to illustrate it, and that @goodshipsherlolly enjoyed it enough to record it as an audio fic. Honestly, what more could a writer ask for? 🥺

@mizjoely, you said you’d like to hear anything about The Queen’s Man. Okey doke, you got it lol!

I actually went back and read through most of that fic when I got this because it had been a long time since I’d looked at it. I gotta be honest that in hindsight...I’m a little surprised it did as well as it did.😂🙈 As some may remember, it started because I saw a magnificent manip and wanted to write something to go with it, and then because that was well received, somehow it just kept going. I did very little world building and development of characters in that fic. It was largely just one shippy, romantic, pining scene after another lol. At the end I did kinda tie it all in and wrapped the story up ok, but it was definitely one of those self indulgent fics where I didn’t feel like doing the hard parts and really just wanted to write the fun stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I loved writing it, and I’m so glad it got the positive reception that it did! But it just kinda makes me laugh because it goes to show sometimes you don’t know what’s going to do really well. You could agonize over clever plotting and world building and character development etc, and be so super proud of the finished product and all your hard work, but then you share and the response is like “meh.” And then other times you legit just throw something together with barely any careful thought, and the crowd goes wild! But aside from all that, the visuals in my head of that AU are just too drool worthy to me. Molly in Medieval royal attire? Sherlock in dark armor with a Purple Tunic of Sex™️ underneath? The two of them lingering in the dimly lit hallways and rooms of a castle and gazing endlessly in mutual pining? Yes to all.

Thanks for asking @mizjoely 😘

Ok wow, see what I mean? That was long! 🤣 If you read all the way through this whole thing, *Moriarty voice* thank you...bless you. Honestly, this ship is amazing and I don’t think I’ll ever have a writing experience anywhere else like I’ve had here. I’ve seen the other side of things in another fandom now, so I can all the more so confirm that there’s no ship quite like sherlolly. The warmth, reception, and longevity is mind blowing and I’m just awfully happy to have played a part in creating for the beauty that is Sherlock Holmes and Molly Hooper. 💕