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𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 14: 𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽

Me when- when the- when-

I love them, your honor.

I wanna go to Waffle House.

WOOHOO WELCOME TO TKTOBER IN NOVEMBER GUYS LETS SEE HOW LONG IT TAKES ME TO GET THEM DONE

Tags: @chrimsss @ticklish-n-stuff bc you helped me ❤️❤️❤️

—This do have tickles below the cut ngl—

The life of a forest ranger is never dull, and boy is the stress never-ending. It’s almost impossible for Tighnari to come back to his hut unscathed and unaffected by the day. This day in particular, he actually managed to cheat death!

Except, now he can’t sleep.

There’s zero work to be done, the hut is clean, his clothes are hanging to dry, Collei is completely taken care off, dinner has been cooked and dishes washed, workspace tidy, floor clean, nothing.

His mind raced through what could possibly be the issue, but he’s yet to find one.

Sighing, he threw his hands over his eyes before standing up and sliding on his slippers. He gently trudged past Collei, stepping outside for a moment.

The fennec shivered a bit as he draped a cardigan around himself. He glided to the hill near his hut and stood quietly, arms crossed. A chuckle broke him from his trance.

“You look like a wife waiting for her husband to return from the war.”

Tighnari gasped, summoning his bow in that moment. He groaned out a sigh of relief, letting his shoulders slump down and putting up his weapon. “Nice to see you too, Cyno. You spying on me?” he grumbled.

“Hey, I was here first; you were too busy being a war wife to notice me sitting here… Hey, great reaction time by the way.”

“Ugh, you’re such a- nevermind…“ the dendro user was far too exhausted to even argue, instead opting to lay down next to his dear friend and place his arms behind his head.

The general turned to look at him fondly, a small smile gracing his features. “So, what brings you here?”

“I just can’t seem to fall asleep. All of my work is done, but I just don’t feel the need to rest,” Tighnari replied in exasperation, resting his hands on his eyes.

“Do you want relief, or someone to just let you feel your feelings?” the white-haired man hummed.

“I want to say both, but I just want to get to sleep…” the bow user murmured.

“Alright, come here.”

Cyno reached out to the man next to him, waiting for him to react. Tighnari opted to grab onto Cyno’s hand, eliciting a chuckle from the latter. “What?” he grumbled.

“I was offering for you to lay on me, but this works too.”

“Oh…” the fennec hummed, scooting closer and draping atop of his friend. “Oh, yeah… this does feel nice.”

The general grinned and brought a hand up to gently card his finger’s through the black and green mess of hair in front of his eyes. He gently raked his nails down Tighnari’s head.

Tighnari’s eyes fluttered shut and his head lolled to rest on Cyno’s chest. A pleasant sigh escaped his mouth as he fully relaxed.

“See, you are tired; your mind is just completely overstimulated right now, so it’s keeping you awake,” Cyno replied in a low voice, bringing his hands up to scratch at the bow user’s ears.

Breathy giggles suddenly escaped the other male.

“Oh? Come on now, don’t tell me you’re ticklish here too?”

“Yohohohoure suhuhuch ahaha buhuhully,” the fennec whimpered, unmoving.

Cyno smiled fondly at Tighnari’s sweet giggles, caressing his ears with ticklish touches. His other arm wrapped securely around the latter’s waist. “Gasp, I’m no bully,” he deadpanned, “I would never. After how nice I was to help you…”

“Cynohohoho. Yohohouhuhure- pfffahaha-“

“I’m what? I’ve never heard of that adjective before. Have you and Alhaitham been hanging out without me?”

Tighnari groaned through his giggles as he lay still on Cyno’s torso.

The general’s heart skipped a beat when the fennec weakly reached for his hand, hoping to stop the ticklish scratches. “Aht aht, I’m trying to help you sleep.”

“Nohohoho- yohohou’re tihihickling mehehe.”

“Tickling you? No… if I was trying to tickle you, I would’ve gone for your feet.” A wider smile tugged at his lips as he felt Tighnari instinctively cross his ankles to protect the sensitive spot.

The hand on the exhausted male’s waist poked and prodded ever so gently, tracing light circles over the forest ranger’s back and sides. Sleepy giggles emitted from him as his eyes continued to open and flutter closed. “Cynohohoho.”

“Mmm?”

“Thahahahanks.”

The general ceased all movement, wondering what Tighnari could’ve meant. He called his name; no response was given. When he tried again, he realized that the forest ranger had finally fallen asleep.

As carefully as he could, Cyno guided the latter into his arms, letting his head rest against his chest.

Their walk back to his hut was silent, but it was a long one. A million thoughts were in his head, yet Cyno said no words.

When he returned and entered the humble home, he was greeted by a bleary-eyed Collei getting some water. He pursed his lips and shushed her gently, resulting in a smile and a nod from the girl.

Laying the man down feet first—he remembered Tighnari saying that it worked on babies, so maybe it’ll work on people— and gently caressing his cheek, the general bid him farewell.

A hand grabbed his wrist as he turned around. “stay.”

Cyno exhaled fondly, settling down and taking Tighnari in his arms. Tighnari cuddled close to him and smiled in satisfaction; Cyno had to take a moment to keep himself from blushing too hard, then planted a small kiss on the ranger’s forehead.

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BONUS:

Later on, Collei returned to the kitchen for some more water. On the way in, she noticed a bigger mess of blankets on her master’s bed.

Curiously, she opened the cracked door and laughed to herself. Retreating quickly, she grabbed her Kamera from her nightstand and took a quick photo. After securing the device and photos, she happily snuggled between the two, smiling in safety.

Her family…

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[doomspiral]

I'll be posting my own entries late but woohoo! Starting off great!

[music-my-beloved]

3/28/24 (16) -

First Entry: Sooooooo I might relapse on that crush I had ? I started the diary entries a little late but I had (still have) the biggest crush on Rylan Garcia like, EVER ! He looks like a young Robert Kennedy !! Gosh he's so so so handsome. I walk around the hallways at school in the morning just to see him. I used to be so obsessed with him and I would see him everywhere and I would just stare at him non-stop I was insane. I told his friend (my friend too) William that I had a crush on him and he was like, "Oooo uh, he's got a girlfriend -_- and not only that but he's going to leave for the Marines soon as well." GIRL . I was devastated ! His girlfriend and him broke up (woohoo!) but that doesn't fix the Marine problem .. anyway like, girl he was walking to his government class and Oh. Em. Gee. He looked drop dead gorgeous! He was wearing a black belt and high waisted pants with a tight black shirt and I could see his pecs through his shirt oh my lord it was CRAZY. So now I might definitely be totally absolutely walking with a purpose in the morning just to see a certain somebody idk 👉👈

Second Entry: So the guy that I keep making eye contact with isn't here today . I kinda wish he was though. it would give me something to think about. Today is kinda boringgggg. BUT it's the last day before my 4 day weekend so yayyyy :)))))

Third Entry: I'm going to the movies tomorrow with my friendssssss !! We're watching Dune: Two. uhhh the only problem is I haven't seen the first one. Personally I really have no interest in watching it because uh, I hold my own personal prejudices against timothee chalamet and zendaya but whatevs. I'm going out with my girlfriends so of course I feel bad not watching it but stilllllll. I don't wanna do it :P think I might just watch one of those 30 min recaps on youtube or something idk.

Fourth Entry: hiiiiiiii I had peter piper pizza for diinnneerrrr. Erm, the color of the dough kinda concerned me though 'cause it was the same shade of golden brown all over the back and it like . looked artificial to me. like plastic. Still ate tho !! It's giving me some anxiety though 'cause what if something was wrong with it and what if I get food poisoning tomorrow morning ?? I literally CANNOT survive another food poisoning incident . I WILL get suicidal it's not even funny. I get suicidal when I'm nauseous and cold and sick and in pain and bored and anxious and and and and.. sorry I'm crazy :3

[viva-la-whump]

Whumptober - Day 1

Better late than never, right?! 🙃

I still have 8.5 more prompts to fill, but everything else is written....most of which is still in my notebook....and now I'm transcribing them directly onto tumblr...the day before the 31st...

This will be fine... *gulp*

Anyway, I'm doing something different this year - a 31 chapter story that is sort of acting as a rough draft for a larger story I have in mind, so consider this a fleshed out sort of storyboard that skips certain parts so I can go straight to the whumpy parts. And as such, some chapters are QUITE short (which definitely helped me write them faster 😉)

**Edit!! I hadn't realized before starting that putting multiple prompts into a single entry counts as fulfilling ALL prompts and not just one! So I don't actually have to do 31 separate chapters! Woohoo!! This just cut down what I had left to do by a LOT!!**

This is a Star Wars AU that is set directly after the 'Star Wars: Rebels' finale and melds together canon and Legends/EU material. I realize the target audience for this is probably pretty small among those who will see this, but it's 31 chapters of whump so even if you don't know the stories or characters, but I do a little bit of explaining, so hopefully you'll still enjoy their pain and suffering, haha!

So without further ado!

Chapter 1

Prompt No. 7 - “Can you hear me?”

“And remember, the Force will be with you. Always.”

The speeding clouds racing towards them turned into stars, which then turned into starlines, and then all went white. 

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Ezra started awake and found himself…nowhere. There was nothing. Just a blank white landscape devoid of any features or life. Except for him. Was he dead? He still felt alive. But who knew if he could survive being launched into hyperspace with broken windows. Perhaps he’d been killed instantly and this was the afterlife. But no, that didn’t feel right. This didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like a Force Vision and it didn’t feel quite like the World Between Worlds he’d visited at the Lothal Temple. So what was this place?

“Hello?!” he called out, starting to walk in one direction and looking around for anything, or anyone that could give him answers. 

On and on he walked, nothing changing and no one answering his calls. Ezra wasn’t sure if he’d been walking for ten minutes or ten hours or even ten years. Time seemed to feel nonexistent in this nothing-place and– 

Wait! What was that? There was a speck of…something over there in the distance, slowly growing more clear as if emerging from mist. Ezra ran forward, the speck remaining small no matter how far he ran. But after a while he could distinguish that it was a human female with dark hair, though it was hard to make out any other features clearly.

“Hey! Over here!” 

He could sense the person turning their attention towards him but suddenly something stopped him from moving forward. Not like a wall, but like he’d been attached to a cord and he’d used up all the slack. 

Then the mist shifted again and another figure appeared off to the left, even more indistinct than the first. And then between them came a group of three figures.

“Hello!” Ezra tried again. “Can anyone hear me? Can you tell me what’s happening? Where are we?” But there was still no reaction from any of them and he couldn’t move himself forward even an inch.

Then suddenly Ezra felt like he was being pulled both forwards and from within. 

He was rushed forwards, the figures disappearing and the blank white surroundings stretching to reveal flashing images he couldn’t make sense of. Unfamiliar planets, blurry faces, and a barrage of feelings ranging from fear and pain to…hope? Yes, there was an overwhelming feeling of hope, but far beyond the simple hope of one person wanting to return home. This was something bigger, seeming to fill the whole galaxy.

As confused as Ezra was with this kaleidoscope of images he was gratified to know that he’d made the right choice. Wherever this path he’d chosen led him, no matter what happened to him, he knew everything would turn out okay. 

As the images started to fade, Ezra felt himself fading with it, and soon he was lost in a peaceful oblivion.

[wowbright]

I grew up in the 1980s in Western Europe and then the United States.

Some of this stuff is true for my experience, others not. I'm not saying this isn't true for the OP, just giving a different perspective cuz I'm old and I can.

Car stuff, ATMs, UPCs, banking locations all match my experience. Not sure about the automatic conveyor belts. We had conveyor belts, but I don't know if they were controlled by the cashier or automatic.

We got our first microwave in 1984 or 1985, but we still continued to eat TV dinners that you warmed up in the oven for a few years after that. They were fun. At least for a person like me, I just loved having little compartments for each bit of food.

Before we got the microwave, we had an air popper for the popcorn. We never cooked it on the stove because, yes, that's a good way to burn it unless you have a Whirly Pop (I think that's what they're called, they're a special pot with a crank attached to a stirring mechanism inside the pot, it keeps popcorn from sticking on the bottom). If you've never used an air popper, I highly recommend them. I think they are the best way to make popcorn.

Yes to fewer prepared meals in the supermarket. Most of them were in the frozen section.

There was definitely less overall choice in the supermarket. I remember my local supermarket in the U.S. introducing organics into the produce section in the late 1980s, but not enough people bought it, so it disappeared. Fewer vegetarian selections, etc. I had to go to the health food store to buy that stuff. But in some ways, I see that as a positive? Because that meant there was a room for small specialty independent grocers in the grocery business, even in suburban U.S.

Also, I literally don't go to the supermarket anymore because there is so much stuff it stresses me out. My spouse does the grocery shopping. When we lived in a place with an Aldi, I could shop there because there weren't so many choices. So woohoo, we have Aldi now in the US and we didn't in the 1980s. But if supermarkets looked like they had in the 1980s, if I had a tiny little health food store to go to, would I want an Aldi so badly? Probably not.

Clothes were much better quality. It's true that there wasn't as much spandex, polyester fleece either hadn't been invented yet or wasn't common, and polyester fabrics tended to be thicker than they are now (which isn't great in hot weather). But the seams held, the buttons stayed on, and there was less use of flimsy fabrics that tore when you looked at them. Yes, eventually they could wear out, but not like shit from H&M that starts to fall apart after you've worn it five times. Because the expectation back in the day was that you would wear something more than five times, and now the expectation is that you're going to toss it in the trash and go buy something new next season.

I have not noticed any difference in the rate at which new clothes/fabric bleed. Only thing I can think of is that natural fabrics and cellulose-based fabrics tend to bleed more than petrochemical fabrics; maybe petrochemical fabrics make up a larger share of clothing now?

Haven't noticed any difference in dry cleaning requirements, either.

The leather shoe thing? I was a kid and not interviewing every man I knew about their shoes, so I could be wrong here. But my dad had like a lifetime subscription to GQ and if getting your leather shoes custom made had been common or an expectation, he would have done it, even on his shitty salary. He *did* get his shoes repaired, and though I don't want to downgrade the work that cobblers do, I feel like the word artisanal implies something that it is something out of reach to normal folk, which was not the case. It was cheaper to get your shoes repaired than to buy a new pair. Now, part of that might have been that entry level shoes were more expensive, relatively speaking, than they are today. But they were also expected to last longer, and usually did, so over the lifetime of the shoe you were saving money. (Perhaps a disadvantage when clothing children, but that's why I wore so many hand-me-downs.)

What else? No streaming, no household internet, video games like Pac-Man and Pong. Cable became a thing, and VCRs, and going to the neighborhood video store to rent something was usually a fun social outing--even if you went alone, you'd probably end up chatting with the clerk about movies.

Anyway, it's true that things were different, but not a hardship. The one thing that *did* feel like a hardship to a teenager who didn't have a lot of friends locally was phone calls out of our three-county area were long distance, and long distance charges were high. I remember when Sprint came along with 10 cents a minute long distance and that was considered cheap. With no internet, either that meant it was hard to keep up with friends. Some of my friends were good letter writers, and I still have a lot of those letters today and treasure them. But others, you just eventually lost touch with because it was just too difficult to maintain.

Another of my periodic "you don't realize how good you have it" posts. I became aware in the 1980s.

Groceries were more primal and limited in selection. Much less was directly edible, more were ingredients requiring some preparation and cooking process. "Prepackaged" foods were often a powder combining several ingredients which would still require the addition of further fresh ones and cooking. Microwaves didn't exist; instant "TV dinners" were heated in the oven, popcorn was made directly over stove heat in a way that burned many kernels. Sandwiches, toast, eggs, bacon, and canned soup enjoyed more prominence as low-preparation foods.

Fresh produce now available year-round was only available seasonally; seasonal foods had narrower windows of availability. More fruit and vegetables were purchased frozen, canned, or otherwise preserved.

Meat and fish available at a supermarket was more often fattier and less fresh; independent butchers, fishmongers, and bakeries were more of a thing. Supermarkets did not house banks or even ATMs, but could give you cash for a check. Credit cards, UPC scanners, and automatic conveyor belts were still novel.

Power windows and cupholders became standard in cars over the 80s, airbags and antilock brakes in the 90s. Cruise control had still been somewhat novel when I first paid attention. Car fenders used to be metal that would absorb impact by deformation. In the reverse direction, cars were first designed with front "crumple zones" to absorb impact through deformation, rather than transmitting it to a passenger compartment it would try to shove the engine block through.

Clothes were more expensive, they would tear, fade, stain, and wear quicker. Their fabrics stretched less (and thus fit worse off the rack or required custom fitting) shed moisture worse, and were more uncomfortable against the skin. Warm clothes breathed worse and overheated, light clothes were less insulated and chilly, there was more necessary layering. For that matter warm clothes weren't even as warm. A narrower range of dye colors were pragmatic; dyes would fade or bleed into other clothes in the wash. Home washing required more specific procedures and products to be satisfactory, more clothes required dry cleaning.

Basically, the clothes available for sale to you were whatever your local store had picked up. If you were in a city you might have some selection; people took yearly day trips or even vacations to cities to buy clothes for that year. If you were in the suburbs you would have satellites of your local city's department stores, maybe even a related discount outlet (ours was Strawbridge & Clothier's "Clover") and the small stores that filled in the malls they anchored. Those stores were transitioning from replacement-for-downtown independent shops to chains, The Gap was big. If you were further out you would have whatever Main Street storefront, maybe a Salvation Army and KMart. Since the original Sears catalog, much clothes shopping was done by mail.

A major advance in my age were clothes (and draperies, and furniture) that were less flammable, my generation found it odd that we were instructed so intently (stop, drop, and roll!) on how to deal with our environments or persons catching fire.

Men still wore leather shoes that required custom fitting and the regular artisanal replacement of worn-out soles. Athletic shoes/"sneakers" were less stylish, less supportive, bulkier, offered poorer traction, and often audibly squeaked while walking.

[bansenshukai]

For MadaTobi Week 2022, Day 6: Undercover // Rice Wine

fight to the (little) death

“I don’t need-” Tobirama cut himself off. He closed his glassy eyes for a long second, took a deep breath in and out. "I don’t need you to touch me. You can keep your eyes closed, Uchiha. I am offering to put my mouth on you, without the expectation of reciprocation. Will you let me?”

Words: 2,039 Chapters: 1/? Status: Incomplete Rating: E Warnings: None Relationships: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Uchiha Madara, Alpha Senju Tobirama, Smut, porn with a semblance of plot, MadaTobi Week 2022 (Naruto) Day 6: Rice Wine, Porn with Feelings, Knotting

[snowbabys]

Gardening Club ⋆ part 4

(Disclaimer: i do not condone this behavior, nor think the idol acts like this in any way. this is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes only.)

Series masterlist

Pairing: yan!jungwon x gn!reader (ft. niki, jay and heeseung)

TW/Trigger warning: mentions of food.

Warning/notes: everyone's the same age for plot sake, one swear word? (is bullshit a swear word help)

Author's note: we're back late again woohoo sorry guys, really. so this part hmmm we're starting to escalate here. as always, if you'd like to be added to the taglist (or removed, no hard feelings), drop an ask! tysm for reading, enjoy~ ♡

Word count: 2,318

“Why’d you do it?” you asked while turning it in front of your face, curiosity putting a frown on your features.

“Doesn’t it look so cute?” Niki had a silly smile since he handed it to you, his excitement almost palpable.

“But why?” It was Jungwon’s time to question his friend’s decision. His tone dissipated the whole cheerful aura in a second, only to break your heart when you looked at Niki’s face again.

“Why not?” he questioned with a bit of disappointment.

“Why tho?” Jungwon and Niki kept the discussion while you observed it.

You and Jungwon had stumbled upon each other when entering the school earlier. He greeted you with a smile and made small talk while you both waited for Niki’s arrival, which didn’t take long. What did take a little longer was trying to understand what Niki had on his hands from afar, a blue smudge falling on top of Injang’s white pot.

You finally made it out when Niki gave it to you. Injang had got a little cowboy hat on its top, personalized by Niki himself, blue with a white band, the plant’s name engraved on the band with black permanent pen. Jungwon didn’t like it at all, according to him “It’s gonna be too hot for Injang with that.”

“C’mon, it’s so cool!” Niki exclaimed, trying to convince you not to take it off. Which you didn’t, even after hearing it from Jungwon.

“Looks loose, so…” you excused it to the sulking boy.

“If Injang dies, you’re to blame,” Jungwon pointed to Niki and walked off, the school’s bell giving you the sign to go to your respective classrooms. During the walk till there, that someone from yesterday kept occupying your thoughts.

“Have you talked to Jay yesterday?” you touch Niki’s forearm and he shrugs at your question.

“Nah, thought he would like some space,” not having any sort of contact with Jay outside of school made you anxious even if you weren’t that close to him anyway. He’s one of your club’s group members, so it’s logical for you to worry about him eventually, but somehow, a weird feeling keeps creeping up your chest whenever you think about his absence. Maybe it’s just that it feels a bit empty without his noise during lunch break, but you couldn’t really figure it out.

Well, not until you saw him walking beside Jungwon during lunch break. He didn’t have his usual smirk, on the contrary, he seemed like he had a white night, dark circles around his lifeless eyes that made you quiver at the sight, the twisted feeling on your stomach intensifying as he kept in silence with no smile on his lips. When Jungwon entered your classroom, Jay stayed outside, out of your eyes reach as he stood behind the wall.

You forgot the whole previous scene while Jungwon came in front of your desk, all of your colleagues growing silent with his entry. He doesn’t get an empty chair to himself, instead, he stands still and your eyes fall to his right hand, which holds a box of strawberry milk. You didn’t realize when he lifted the box for you to pick, too lost in the shyness of being your whole class’ attention.

His red cheeks and shaking hands mirrored yours. You can tell he’s having a hard time keeping himself in the situation, all of your classmates staring at you both, numerous murmurs and some high pitch screams here and there. It wasn’t until Niki started to giggle beside you that you woke up from the trance Jungwon had put you into. Looking at the box he held in front of your face, you were at a loss for words.

“Are you taking it or not?” Jungwon’s harsh tone did nothing to ease your anxiety. It was his way of throwing his shyness away, you saw, given the fact that his hands weren’t trembling anymore.

“I…” you try to reach for the box, but just as you hold your hand up, someone else’s hand is faster than yours.

“We love it, thanks, bro.” You look at Niki, who has a shameless grin, and kick him under the table. His little ‘ouch’ never heard when you got your attention back at Jungwon.

“Thank you, Jungwon,” at the mention of his name, his ears and face got red again, bottom lip quivering when his eyes met yours. You thought he looked so cute trying to form a phrase, even cuter when he gave up and ran away from your class as fast as Niki could end a cookie. That was all Niki needed to make fun of you every second a professor wasn’t speaking for the rest of the day. Even while walking to the club’s room later, he did not let you live, bugging you with his annoying smirk and pokes.

“You like him?” his arms encircled you and held you stronger as you got closer to the classroom. You could just roll your eyes at him.

“No, I don’t,” you try to break free from his embrace, but he keeps you in place before getting in front of the door.

“You just rolled your eyes. You like him,” he pokes your cheeks like he did tirelessly in the last hour.

“Where did you get that from?” you slap his hands away to receive another poke a second after. You frown and he mimics.

“It’s like, the most obvious sign,” he whispers pretending there were more people around.

“Kids,” you both jump in surprise when the coordinator puts her head out of the room. “Inside now.”

“Yes ma’am,” you reply together while rushing inside, soon seeing you were late as everyone was already working with their groups.

Jungwon and Jay were at your group’s desks talking in a low tone before you got close to them, interrupting the conversation when Niki sits and bumps his shoulder on Jungwon’s. You notice Jay keeps his head down, no excited welcomings, loud jokes, or physical touch, an extreme rupture from his conventional character. You couldn’t help but jump to conclusions, wondering if he had issues going on with his family or something else let him down.

“Hey,” you greet them while sitting on Niki’s side, not letting your eyes out of Jay’s form in the process. Jungwon is the only one to respond and glimpse at you.

Throughout the club’s activities, the coordinator came to check Injang’s new accessory and left complimenting the choice, which made Niki annoy Jungwon like he did to you the whole day. Later, you had to go out and choose flowers from the school’s garden to take pictures and study, and even when everyone was having fun and interacting with each other, Jay kept silent. It worried you to no end, more than ever, as you knew this wasn’t like him. You take the first chance to get close to him while everyone else is distracted walking back to the classroom and you both are behind the group.

“You okay?” you whisper to avoid any commotion. He looks at you a bit surprised, but faces another direction fastly, promptly murmuring. “Really?” you try again, but he doesn’t seem to be interested, so you touch one of his hands and he stops in his tracks, still refusing to face you. “Jay, I know we’re not close friends, but you can talk to me if you need.”

“Stop…” he stares at your hand in touch with his. “Don’t touch me,” the boy then takes his hand away from yours and resumes his walking.

“Wait, did I do anything?” you run to catch him up, but he ignores you. Now inside and far from your colleagues, you take hold of his shoulders to stop him. “Please, tell me,” you feel his muscles tense, so you let go and wait for any reaction. He sighs tiredly and turns to you. You can see he doesn’t want to reveal something, and that’s what keeps a hint of anguish on you.

“I told you to stop,” he swallows hard.

“Why?” you feel your nerves making you sweat, not sure how to proceed. “I know something’s wrong, you’re not like that. I promise you can talk to me, I won’t tell anyone.”

Jay considers his options in a killing silence. The hallway is empty except for you, but even with the long way ahead, it suffocates you with the illusion of getting smaller and smaller with each passing second. You see the boy opening his mouth, but nothing comes out, making the atmosphere dubious. You’re some steps away from a headache when you hear Niki’s voice echoing.

“What are you doing there?”

Jay looks back and sees your friends coming. You notice him clenching his fist as the distance between you and them shortens. When they’re meters from reaching you, he turns to you with an intense stare.

“Don’t talk to me outside of the club, and please don’t touch me. We’re not friends.” Jay’s tone hits like a punch in the face, and you don’t realize your mouth is open until Jungwon approaches you. He alternates his attention between you and Jay who’s walking out and touches the small of your back to guide you to the club.

Niki preserves the silence thinking of what he saw minutes before. Not understanding what Jay said to you made it worse for him as he felt like you needed a moment from analyzing your sorrowful expression. As your closest friend, he wanted to make it better, he just hated to see you silent and closed to yourself, but it stayed like that till you were at the school’s gate. Jungwon kept holding your hand during this time, and Niki felt something lighting inside of him, being aware he should be the one holding your hand when you were down.

“Hey, do you wanna hang out in the candy shop?” your tallest friend offers you a smile not caring to receive one back.

“I just wanna go home and sleep,” you close your eyes and sigh. Niki uses this to engulf you in a bear hug knowing you wouldn’t try to escape. You don’t reciprocate, you don’t have the energy to, but he doesn’t care about it too.

“Text me if you need anything, okay?” Niki detaches from you and rests his hand on your head, softly caressing the place. You open your eyes and nod, then turn to Jungwon who is waiting for you.

“Piggyback ride home?” you nod again and give Niki a wave before climbing Jungwon’s back. Generally, you’d get shy with the contact, avoiding the physical touch as much as you could, but with a growing headache and bitter feeling on your chest, you couldn’t see yourself denying it. Also, Jungwon seemed to be a reliable guy, showing his understanding and peaceful side to you while you talked earlier in the club (at least before the Jay “incident”).

Not too far down the ride, Jungwon delicately raises the shoulder you rested your head to call your attention. “What did he say?”

“Just that we’re not friends and I shouldn’t talk to him,” you lift your head to talk properly. “I don’t know why it affected me so much, I’m not even close with him.”

“He can be really cold sometimes,” his voice is soft, trying to comfort you.

“When I thought we were gonna be good friends… like, what’s the point of coming to lunch break and acting all friendly if he’s gonna do this?” you shift a bit.

“He’s like that to everyone,” you can’t see much of his face, but with what you have access to, you observe his expression turning grumpier.

“Yeah?” he hums and you feel the vibrations on your forearms. “But Niki and him…”

“Listen, Jay has… issues,” you feel surprised with the interruption, all the more as his voice went an octave lower. “I don’t want you to be sad because of his bullshit. As you said, you’re not close with him, so if I can help you forget that situation, I’ll happily do it.”

You stay silent to that, falling into a thinking trance until you’re put back down on the ground, safely dropped on your doorstep.

“You said issues? What do you mean?” Jungwon’s face is only a few centimeters away from yours when you ask that, making you push back a little.

“Don’t worry about it,” he grins but it falters when you don’t smile back. “Please?”

“Okay, Jungwon.” You look down to your feet, not sure what exactly Jungwon was asking you. Did he intend to make you forget Jay or the issue with Jay? If you were to be fair, Jungwon was incognito when it came to other people. He’s close with Niki, sure, but knowing he’s supposedly closer with Jay made you intrigued after hearing his words about Jay. It also felt weird to you how he cut the subject short whenever you tried to elaborate on Jay. It makes you think, did they fight? What’s the reason they seem so weirdly distant when they’re together most of the time?

“Y/n,” Jungwon’s hand reaches for your chin, lifting your face to look at him. As before, his voice is soft again. You can’t ignore your heartbeat fastening when he gets closer, your skin almost touching. “Take good care of Injang today.” You blink repeatedly as he broke your expectations. Not that you wanted anything to happen, but for a millisecond you thought he was about to do something you could deeply regret in a friendship.

“Sure.” He does nothing to slow your heartbeat, only increasing it with a hug. You felt shocked enough not to hug him back, blaming the way he rested his head on the crook of your neck. When you were finally able to correspond, he let out a groan.

“I’m glad you’re opening up to me.”

part 3 | part 4 | part 5

[187days]

Day Forty-Eight

First quarter is over! Woohoo!

I was really busy during flex block because I was helping students who were revising papers, retaking tests, etc... And I was simultaneously overseeing the first meeting of the school’s new debate club (some of my seniors asked me to be the advisor, I said sure). Really, it was just a planning session, so I was able to work with other students while it was going on; the ten or so kids who were really interested in starting the club gathered to figure out how they wanted to run the meetings, topics they wanted to debate, how to advertise to get more members. I checked in every few minutes, made some suggestions, set up a space in Classroom for them. It’s very cool.

I was also really busy during my prep time because I was grading aforementioned retakes and revisions, fielding questions from parents, putting report card comments in PowerSchool, all the usual things. I managed to get it all done, though, so I didn’t have to stay late on a Friday. Go me. 

The end of the quarter is most exciting for the freshmen, who are now halfway through their first high school classes, and, I’m happy to report, doing quite well. I had them reflect on their experience in World thus so far, and a lot of them wrote that they were happy with their progress, or feeling like they’ve gotten better at particular skills, that kind of thing. So that’s awesome. 

After they wrote those reflections, they did a quick peer review of another student’s religion/philosophy essay (I made copies without names, put them in Classroom, had everyone choose one; they had to tell me what they learned from it, and what they thought the author did well and/or could improve). And after that we started a new unit! I gave a basic overview of what they could expect in the coming weeks, explained how and when they would be assessed, and gave vocabulary notes in my usual, old school style. I got a little bit behind in my Block 2 class, so I was going to save the last third of the notes for Monday so as not to cut into silent reading time, but the students took a vote (fitting, as the new unit is about government and history, and one of the terms is democracy) and decided they wanted to finish today. So that’s what we did. In Block 3, my timing was spot on, so it wasn’t even an issue. It’s always easier the second go-around, and I’ve said in past entries that the students in that section tend to complete their work more quickly.

My GOV students spent their class time working on Major Case Projects, which are looking really good. I think most groups have finished gathering the requisite information, so on Monday they’ll polish their presentations and actually practice speaking. I could’ve imposed a tighter deadline, had the projects due Monday instead, but I want them to have that practice time. Even for seniors, sometimes, public speaking is hard. Heck, even for me it can be hard! Preparation is the key. 

Oh, and there was this convo with one of the captains of the football team:

Student A: You guys have a play-off game on Saturday? FB Captain: Yup. And we’re gonna win. Me: Against who? FB Captain: It’s against <Opposing Team Name> Me: Oh, kid, I’m really sorry, but you’re gonna get crushed. FB Captain: Come on, Miss M, don’t say that!  Me: They crush us in every sport. Didn’t they crush you guys last season? FB Captain: ... Okay, yes. It was 45-0. But it’s a new season! Student A: Yeah, Miss M, it’s a new season! FB Captain: Gotta keep the faith. Winning mentality. Me: Alright, alright. I’ll keep the faith. Go do it. FB Captain: That’s right. We’ll revisit this Monday, Miss M.

I absolutely love the optimism and the fire. And we will, indeed, revisit this Monday!

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Hey everyone!! Just wanted to give a quick apology for being kind of MIA the last couple days. I've been pretty sick (thankfully nothing Covid related!) but I'm feeling better now.

I'm about to make supper and spend the evening with my family, but later tonight I'll be on, and writing. I'm hopeful that Entry 7 of the DFD Series will be out late tonight/early tomorrow and Ch. 14 of GIMFC should be done by Sunday evening at the latest.

I also wanted to say WOOHOO!! June 3rd!!! Season 3!!!

And this far away, smoky picture of Jensen as Soldier Boy already has me drooling:

So, I'm just gonna be dead at the end of S3, I know it!! It's still almost 6 whole months away which makes me sad but whatever, it's a concrete date so I'm also very grateful!! 😍

@agirlwithanpureheart I haven't forgotten your request either and I'll be working on that too!! ❤️❤️

See you all more over this weekend!! 🥰

[peridotbelle]

Sparktober 2021 Bingo

@sparktober

Updating:

1) The Siege Part 3

2) Connect

3) The Storm (ok, so it’s technically from The Eye, but I’m counting it!)

4) Movie Plot AU + Stuck

5) Pressure

6) Compass

7) Doppelgänger + Pining (and that makes BINGO! Woohoo! 😁)

8) Open

9) Spoils of War

10) Stranded on a Planet + "Don't ruin this." + "That could have gone better."

11) Search and Rescue + "That's what I'm known for."

12) Wild Card (How It Should Have Ended)

Late Entries:

13) Trek crossover + “I feel strange” + Richard Woolsey

14) Lower Decks/Background Characters + DHD + Kid Fic + "Do you know what time it is?"

[thanksjro]

More Than Meets the Eye #28- I Sure Hope Y’all Like Megatron

“Dark Cybertron” is finally over! Woohoo!

Who’s ready for a return to hijinks and mild peril?

I know this guy is!

Hold on a second-

We start our foray into Season 2 of MTMTE with a little meta-humor-

-and then it’s right into the swing of things, as Brainstorm uses the thin, fragile wine glass of faction-based morality to hold his personal need to make instruments of violence. Nautica disapproves, but then why wouldn’t she? She’s not been steeped in the militant ideologies of the Autobots for millions of years.

It’s six months after the convoluted events of “Dark Cybertron”, and our beloved ship, the Lost Light, is back on track for the Knight Quest. Nautica’s joined the crew, which is neat, but there are far more interesting things going on.

Like Rung actually doing his fucking job for once.

Wow, look at that little creamsicle man go.

It would seem that in the last half-year (by Earth standards) Megatron’s somehow gotten himself into the esteemed position of Captain of the Lost Light. This likely means that Rodimus has been defeated in battle, or perhaps fucked off on yet another space yacht to run away from his responsibilities. I suppose the narrative will have to fill us in on just what exactly happened.

Or, at least, I hope it does. Wouldn’t be a terribly good story if I had to guess on how exactly this dude’s in charge of a whole-ass Autobot crew.

Yes, yes, I know he switched sides, but goddammit, it takes a little more than saying sorry and changing your wardrobe to excuse the murder of half of NYC.

I mean, we can do both. Both is an option. I’ll break out The Communist Manifesto right now, let’s fuckin’ gooooooooo-

Six months prior to Megatron’s therapy appointment, Rodimus is ready to high-tail it off of Cybertron yet again. This is because, as established in previous posts, Cybertron kinda sucks butt. He bursts into the meeting Optimus Prime called- even though he’s really not leader of anything anymore, Starscream is- bids everyone farewell, and is about to run back out of the room when he’s stopped.

Turns out that the populace of Cybertron want Megatron to stand trial. That makes sense, given what all he’s done. Of course, the Autobot pals we’ve got in the room want to skip due process and go straight to the part where Megatron pays through the nose for the last four million years.

Which doesn’t feel terribly heroic or good guy-ish, but I think by this point you’ve probably caught on to the fact that everyone in IDW Transformers is morally gray at BEST.

Because Megatron’s had a rough time the last few years, in relation to his bodily integrity, spark extraction- that thing that High Command lied about in relation to Overlord- isn’t an option. It would just kill him dead.

Uh, excuse me? Optimus Prime, sir? Monsieur Premier?

Guess Optimus hasn’t been keeping up with exRiD.

Anyway, yeah, since Tyrest fucked off in “The Sound of Breaking Glass” and also tried to commit a genocide, we’re gonna need someone to cast judgement.

Course, a military trial isn’t exactly ideal, but as long as it’s open to the public, it should be fine.

Probably.

Anyway, Prowl’s also going to help. Ultra Magnus has been assigned the task of representing Megatron in court, a job which he’s positively delighted to have, if his face is any indication.

The gang breaks for lunch, and Rodimus and Optimus touch base on how the Knight Quest is going.

Because Rodimus’ half of the Matrix had the map for finding the Knights of Cybertron in it, they’re gonna have to go with Plan B.

Oh fuck yes, I love Plan B!

Unfortunately, finding the ideal romantic partner for all Cybertronians is going to have to wait until after the trial, because Optimus really wants Rodimus here for this. Though perhaps there’s a way to make things move a little faster…

Back in the present, Megatron’s had just about enough of Rung being a psychiatry joke, and is about to walk out of his appointment. Ravage is here, which is neat. Rung asks Megatron about the three most important people in his life, and how he met them. One of these people is, funnily enough, Rung.

Rung, if you’ll recall, was thrown into Megatron and Impactor’s table at Maccadams waaaaaay back in The Transformers #22, the first issue of the IDW run that Roberts wrote solo. It would seem that getting arrested and subjected to police brutality ruined his once-idealistic worldview. This is just a lightning-round recap of the events of the “Chaos Theory” storyline.

Being reminded of how hard he got dunked on makes Rung break out his copy of Megatron’s autobiography, Towards Peace. Of course, Megatron has to be “that guy”, and makes it out to be far more than it actually is. My dude, you used your writing to tell all your proto-Decepticon buddies to go beat up Whirl in prison. Let’s not make things sound more grandiose than they are.

Anyway, it turns out that Rung is actually just as much a nerd as he looks, as he reveals that he’s in possession of one of the only few copies of the original version of Towards Peace. And then he takes off his glasses and the fans go bonkers, even though he’s just got that Milne Same-Face going on, just like everyone else.

There you are, you animals.

Rung discusses Revisionism, I’m reminded that the first publication of Eugenesis had a dedication to Roberts’ son of all people, and we get the question of who Terminus is to Megatron.

But alas! The X-ray vision’s been turned on, and it’s time to see… nude robots? An in-depth anatomy lesson?

Robots are confusing sometimes. Anyways, major props to Milne for drawing all that detail. Dude does the technical stuff with a ferocity that must be awe-inspiring to behold.

Megatron’s decided that it’s time for lunch, and then he’s going to do captain stuff.

Because he’s captain of the Lost Light.

I’m convinced Rodimus is dead. That’s the only way this is happening.

Six months ago, Swerve was being awful Swerve-like, with his new buddy Crosscut- guess he finally learned the guy’s name- and Riptide, who we’ll get to a little later on. These three wonderful lads are holding a sort of “crew try-outs”, and it looks like the requirements needed for entry on Megatron’s Lost Light are stiff.

Still, maybe our new friend Nautica will make the cut.

Oh, you are simply delightful!

Despite Nautica having interest in nearly every topic in the universe, on top of having impeccable taste in booze, she just misses the cut. It’s at this point that Nightbeat bursts into the room to stop this farce from going any further. The fact that nobody mentioned anything prior to this is surprising, given that portmanteaus don’t really seem the type of thing Ultra Magnus would approve of.

Back six months ago, we see what Optimus Prime’s super great idea was to expedite the judicial process- Chromedome. It’s always Chromedome. He’s gonna do that thing he promised his late husband he’d stop doing. I suppose it’s a good thing- for Rewind, anyway- that Megatron is wholly against the idea of having his memories torn out of his head. Guess we’re gonna have to do the trial the normal, non brain-pokey way.

Optimus leaves the cell, because I suppose he’s remembered that there’s a conflict of interests here, but Rodimus stays behind to let Megatron know he deserves everything that’s coming his way.

Then Megatron breaks out the puzzle-box from Hellraiser.

In the present, Chromedome isn’t so much spiraling in his depression as he is circling the drain. Nightbeat doesn’t give a shit about that though- he’s more concerned with the fact that one of the numbers on the door to Chromedome’s room is missing. But I’m sure it’s fine.

It’s fiiiiiiiiiiine.

While Nightbeat’s busy being insensitive to his fellow man’s distress, Megatron’s arrived to his room to find his door’s been vandalized by a bunch of idiots who must have just discovered what a thesaurus is. Then he gets shot in the fucking hand with an arrow.

As you do.

Whirl’s gotten ahold of a bow, and he fully intends to use it for Megatron-directed violence. And also his fists. His very pointy fists. He punches Megatron through the fucking floor into the fuel furnace, and they fall what’s probably a good 200 feet to the ground below. Whirl yells about evening the score between the two of them, and then knees Megatron in the dick.

Turns out, Megatron remembers Whirl even better than originally thought, having gone so far as to order his forces to not kill Whirl, because, in a way, he was grateful for the lesson he learned back before the war in Rodion.

Oh man, I hope Rung’s somehow listening in on this. Like, eavesdropping is obviously bad medicine, but we’ve already established that he sucks as a professional, and he needs what few advantages he can get.

Whirl, enraged by the implication that he’s been fighting fixed battles for the last four million years, punches Megatron in the gut… and his arm gets swallowed up by an errant portal leftover from all of Shockwave’s tampering. Since you can’t really fight with only one arm, Megatron wanders off to do captainy things.

Walking back the timeline slightly, we revisit Megatron leaving Rung’s office, and the idea of personal revisionism, the conversation becoming parallel with the strange happenings going on within the ship, as Rewind’s final message is altered so as not to end with “I love you” but instead a blood-curdling scream. Chromedome is, understandably, upset by this turn of events.

Over with Whirl, it’s revealed that the little fight we saw was intentionally set up. For what purpose, or by whom, is left a mystery.

Please see a doctor.

One last flashback to the trial, as Prowl lists off everything that’s standing in the way of our Sympathetic Megatron Redemption Arc.

Good fuckin’ luck, James.

Back in the present, Megatron’s slapped a bandaid on the hole in his torso, as he checks to see what’s happening on the bridge. It would appear there’s a coffin floating around in space.

Pretty fucked up.

[ectoplasmentity]

CJC Week-Music/dance

Just stare into space Picture my face in your hands Live for each second without hesitation And never forget I'm your man

Expect more late CJC week entries over the next few days woohoo

[gatheringfiki]

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Responses under the cut:

1) The genie tilted his head and presented his wrists, bound by a golden chain so fine, it might have been just a shimmering thread. "If you set me free, you will never see me again."

Photoset: Linane-art (F/K)

2) “I would kill for you in a heartbeat.” “I know, dear.” “Please, let me kill for you.” “No, dear.” (Anders/Mitchell)

Fic: MarigoldVance (A/M)

3) He keened, letting the water slide down his skin, suspended and helpless.

Fic: LegolasLovely (F/K)

5) Character A has been planning on proposing for a long time (everything has to be PERFECT) and then proposes to character B in a spur of a moment while doing something mundane like eating pizza or playing video games or something

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

6) Fire

Photoset: King-On-Carven-Throne (F/K)

9) Someone gets a cat. The other has allergies.

Fic: Silva-13 (F/K)

10) Fili using a bow

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

12) A golden locket

Photoset: King-On-Carven-Throne (F/K)

14) The magic flowed through his veins

Photoset: King-On-Carven-Throne (F/K)

Photoset: Linane-art (F/K)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

18) Fumbling, tickly, giggly sex

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

Fic: I-Am-Still-BB (F/K)

19) "Tell him that I miss him..." They have been cursed, and can't see or hear each other.

Photoset: King-On-Carven-Throne (F/K)

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

20) Rules are made to be broken

Fic: I-Am-Still-BB (F/K)

23) They drew lines and symbols all over his body. He knew he was the sacrifice.

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

24) "You're cute when you're angry."

Art: Tweak-girl-stuff (A/M)

26) Person A gets off work late at night to find a stranger (Person B) sleeping in his car (something fancy, Range Rover, Bentley, Porsche SUV, etc.) because it was below 0F and he had nowhere to go.

Fic: MarigoldVance (DH)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

Fic: Zulfiya-The-Warrior-Princess (F/K)

29) Ice Skating AU

Photoset: King-On-Carven-Throne (F/K)

Fic: Dragonquill (F/K)

31) Pets

Photoset: King-On-Carven-Throne (F/K)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

Photoset: LegolasLovely (F/K)

33) Time Travel

Photoset: King-On-Carven-Throne (F/K)

Fic: MarigoldVance (IoLuke)

35) The merman had been tied up, beaten bloody and by now was only weakly spasming against the cage.

Photoset: Linane-art (F/K)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

Photoset: LegolasLovely (DH)

37) It’s Character A’s birthday. Character B is stressed because he cannot find the perfect gift.

Fic: MarigoldVance (A/M)

38) Arranged Marriage AU (between them or not!)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

41) Voyeurism

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

Photoset: King-On-Carven-Throne (F/K)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

44) Shapeshifter

Fic: LegolasLovely (F/K)

Fic: MarigoldVance (A/M)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

Photoset: Linane-art (F/K)

Fic: Dragonquill (F/K)

Photoset: Linane-art (F/K)

45) (Preferred FiKi) Wizards in Training AU

Photoset: LegolasLovely (F/K)

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

49) Kili's braids

Fic: Damnitfili (F/K)

51) FiKi - The Borgia AU (With their uncle vying for the papacy, his limitless greed isn't even the family's darkest secret; incest is.)

Photoset: Linane-art (F/K)

Fic: Linane-art (F/K)

53) Epistolary style story

Photoset: King-On-Carven-Throne (F/K)

Fic: Damnitfili (F/K)

Fic: Flow-It-Show-It (F/K)

58) FiKi - His Dark Materials AU

Photoset: Damnitfili (F/K)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

59) "Wh- What's that for?!" "Oh, you'll see."

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

60) Wonderland AU. They're not too wild about these chaotic size jumps, but crazy tea parties are surprisingly enjoyable.

Photoset: Linane-art (F/K)

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

62) You're the stranger who's using my car's window as mirror to check how you look without noticing I'm sitting right in there, so I go ahead and open the window to tell you how pretty you are' AU

Fic: LegolasLovely (A/M)

63) They hooked the chains directly to Fili's spine

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

64) Sensory deprivation

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

67) Ancient Rome AU, where they're stationed at Rome's frontier (FiKi is preferred, but all others are welcome!)

Fic: Linane-art (F/K)

Fic: I-Am-Still-BB (F/K)

69) A/B/O dynamics

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

70) If you love someone, let them go.

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

72) Making a deal

Fic: Z-Aliada (F/K)

73) The telepathic bond has always been there, ever since they could remember.

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

74) One of them is a dragon that can take human form.

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

78) Met online AU

Fic: Z-Aliada (F/K)

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

79) Fili and Kili fall into a parallel fantasy universe of your choice

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

80) “That’s twice that you’ve killed me now. Shall we go for round three?”

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

84) Kid fic (either them being kids or them adopting/having a kid)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

87) Getting lost in the Land of Still Time wasn’t their smartest idea, but at least it was an idea

Fic: Z-Aliada (F/K)

88) Modern royalty AU

Fic: MarigoldVance (DH)

Photoset: Linane-art (F/K)

91) Kinky Fili: slight domination, ass slapping

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

100) A city that never wakes

Fic: Z-Aliada (F/K)

103) “You would seriously sacrifice the lives of millions of people just for one person?” “In a heartbeat.”

Fic: SaucyWenchWritingBlog (A/M)

104) Fili, a NASA scientist, and Kili, an artist

Fic: LegolasLovely (F/K)

106) "How long have you known?"

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

107) Kili and Fili - runaway teens

Photoset: Mysticalbarbariancreation (F/K)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

110) "I saw this and it made me think of you"

Fic: Damnitfili (F/K)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

111) They’ve tortured the prince for days, until he finally broke and gave them his dead brother’s name. He never expected for said brother to save him.

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

113) Tattoo studio AU: Whelp I got this tattoo when I was drunk and I heard you're the best please save me AND STOP LAUGHING I BEG YOU

Fic: Starstruckcrossianteggslime (F/K)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

114) Harry Potter AU

Fic: MarigoldVance (DH)

117) "Are you going to pick that up?" "I'm not sure" "Well, seeing as it's going to disappear in, like, three seconds, you'd better be sure fast."

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

118) A 1990s AU

Photoset: Mysticalbarbariancreation (F/K)

119) His voice had never sounded so cold.

Fic: Silva-13 (F/K)

120) FiKi - The Witcher AU (One exists to kill monsters and is not supposed to have feelings. The other is a mage playing a dangerous game)

Photoset: Linane-art (F/K)

Photoset: Linane-art (F/K)

Photoset: Linane-art (F/K)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

Fic: SaucyWenchWritingBlog (F/K)

Photoset: Linane-art (F/K)

124) Secretly holding hands

Photoset: King-On-Carven-Throne (F/K)

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

126) Plushie (not necessarily a kid!fic)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

143) Werewolves

Photoset: King-On-Carven-Throne (F/K)

145) Narnia

Photoset: LegolasLovely (F/K)

149) Post-victory moodiness

Fic: Z-Aliada (A/M)

154) One or both get turned into an animal (bonus: pov of the person turned)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

155) Kili keeps asking for help with simple household tasks (like buttoning jackets and tying shoes and clasping jewellery) that are obviously excuses to be close to each other. Fili is oblivious and happy to help, and everyone else just don't get it

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

156) Soulmates AU (anything sort of soulmates)

Fic: MarigoldVance (A/M)

Photoset: King-On-Carven-Throne (F/K)

Fic: Lakritzwolf (Ioluke)

157) Character A is a zoo keeper. Character B is a visitor who keeps using awkward puns to try and flirt.

Fic: LegolasLovely (F/K)

158) Mob AU

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

160) The Mummy AU

Photoset: Linane-art (F/K)

163) The "honeymoon" is over. One has habits that are annoying to the other. Write about it and make it funny.

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

165) Person A goes on a quest to see/capture an Oracle. The Oracle wants nothing to do with these shenanigans.

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

171) From lonely to never alone

Fic: I-Am-Still-BB (F/K)

178) Plant-sitting for my colleague did not go as planned

Fic: LegolasLovely (A/M)

182) Dis discovered about Fili and Kili relationships

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

186) “You kissed me.” “You kissed me back.” “And I’m not here to apologize.”

Fic: LegolasLovely (F/K)

187) There’s an old house at the end of the lane that’s not abandoned, but no one ever sees the occupant. One day Character A finds out why.

Fic: Z-Aliada (F/K)

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

1) The genie tilted his head and presented his wrists, bound by a golden chain so fine, it might have been just a shimmering thread. "If you set me free, you will never see me again." + 15) One of the pair has a disability (they were either born with it or became disabled through injury).

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

10) Fili using a bow + 56) “Easy,” he murmured. “You need to let me do this.”

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

16) A trip to Gondor + 39) The heir’s partner is determined through a challenge/tournament. Kili sneaks in to win it. (He doesn’t realise that Fili would bend the rules to fight for his own hand as well.)

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

37) It’s Character A’s birthday. Character B is stressed because he cannot find the perfect gift. + 46) It’s been days since he last slept; it was only a matter of time before he couldn’t stay upright any more.

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

48) Doing/Designing (each other’s) tattoos + 86) The tattoo was elaborate, with clever use of shadow to make the wings look almost real. And then one of them moved…

Fic: PatchworkIdeas (F/K)

69) A/B/O dynamics + 120) FiKi - The Witcher AU (One exists to kill monsters and is not supposed to have feelings. The other is a mage playing a dangerous game)

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

84) Kid fic (either them being kids or them adopting/having a kid) + 159) “Is it okay if I lean on you?”

Fic: MarigoldVance (F/K)

159) “Is it okay if I lean on you?” + 161) An unexpected kiss from Kili that shocked Fili

Fic: LegolasLovely (F/K)

[leam1983]

Post-Quarantine Musings  - Hardspace: Shipbreaker

I book car showroom appointments for a living.

There’s more to it, seeing as I’m the office’s resident IT drone, proofreader and occasional copywriter, but it boils down to this. My job in these parlous times is to get you to strap on that dodgy graphene-filter mask you bought off of Wish or Alibaba and drive to your local showroom so you can socially distance yourself from a guy who really, really wants you to disregard the fact that payment delays on a 20K$ vehicle just isn’t a worthwhile deal in times like these. Money’s tight for everyone, but Honda, Nissan and everyone else’s plant workers need to put food on the plate - and that means buyback offers. Lots and lots of buyback offers, most of them being shockingly cheap and poorly thought-out.

Over the last few days, though, I’ve been poking at Blackbird Entertainment’s Hardspace: Shipbreaker, of which the basic setup uneasily mirrors the decidedly crapsack world we find ourselves living in, lately. Work is scarce for some, so blue-collar postings suddenly start to have some allure. What happens, then, when said blue-collar work takes you out of Earth’s gravity well?

The year is 2355 or thereabouts, and inflation’s made it so that a lower-middle class bloke having over nine million dollars in debt is totally normal. You’re one such average Joe, the game opening with the anxiety-inducing din of your cramped mega-building apartment. Your financial imprint is in shambles, creditors are after your ass, and your inbox varies between impassioned pleas from your mother and curt title lines coming from repo agencies.

You’re deep in it, safe to say.

Luckily for you, you’ve also applied to the LYNX Corporation’s Shipbreaker program, wherein all debts are shouldered by the company as well as all living expenses, so long as you don’t mind leaving your family and loved ones behind to spend your hours between work shifts in a pressurized habitat that’s essentially left out in the open space of your new workspace’s offered ship berth. The profile setup is presented diegetically as the world’s mortiferous take on Capitalism, wherein LYNX reserves the right to clone you, if you happen to sever the right fuel line at the wrong time. The company expects total obedience and even dictates who you should vote for, in the coming global elections. You’ll make millions of bucks per shift, but most of it will go to fruitlessly attempting to sponge off a debt not even your children’s children will have any prayer of making a dent in.

“But hey,” says Weaver, your supervisor, in his nonchalant Midwestern drawl, “work hard, and you too just might work off your debt, like Simmons did.”

In the beginning hours, it’s not hard to get the sense that Simmons might be a company-created chimera, a figment of corporate imagination - the Guy Who Made It.

In practice, your new job involves floating around in the zero-G confines of a spaceship berth, flanked by furnaces to smelt down what can be salvaged or repurpose what can be quickly reused. Everything else, from cots to pressurization units and loose personal O2 tanks, you have to fling down into the giant space barge that partially blots out your view of a brownish, detritus-covered Earth. Every work shift lasts fifteen minutes, and every shift comes with Work Orders, or tasks that need to be prioritized. Your tools of the trade include precision cutting lasers and beamsplitters, along with an energy-based grapple gun. The brunt of the work involves worming your way inside your Derelict of the Day, which another team’s already stripped down to the I-Beams and connecting points - and reducing all of the massive, yellow-marked solder points to slag. A little thruster work adds momentum to gigantic steel, aluminium or nanocarbon plates and walkways that you free from the ship’s armature, at which point you can slither out and guide all freed loose items and plates to either the Salvage, Furnace or Reclamation points.

Early on, it feels like you’re playing Operation inside the innards of some gigantic steel-borne beast - but the fifteen-minute timer soon starts to loom over you, as your Work Orders become increasingly complex. Soon enough, your safe and definitely OSHA-compliant procedures are set aside for hacky and mildly suicidal means of reaching your goals as quickly as possible.

Normally, creating a safe working environment involves depressurizing each wreck from within, using the provided consoles. Nevermind why, but LYNX supplies its wrecks with a remaining atmosphere and plenty of unsecured flotsam floating around. If you’re on the clock, you can also just hang onto the pilot’s cockpit with your magnetic gloves, aim your laser at the front windshield - and then hold on for dear life as all ninety-seven tons of atmosphere in the hauler you’re assigned to forces its way out into the void, through a space that has about the width of a finger. The resulting force rips through the front cockpit, turning the usually easy-to-handle ‘nano panels that line the ship’s outer plating into dozens of annoyingly small fragments you’ll later have to spent long minutes bundling together and flinging down the Reclamation chute.

The same goes for fuel lines, really. You only have a few minutes left and need the few million creds an intact thruster block sells for? Cut open a hole in the ship’s flank, near the stern, expose the fuel lines, line up your shot while going as far back as you can while still having a chance to make your target - and fire away. You’ll tear the entire back half open and even possibly kill yourself, but that’s what company-produced clones and mnemonic transfer jobs are for, right?

I mean, the ship’s half-ruined and LYNX’s just lost a few cool billions of expensive tech but, hey - the thruster block’s intact (miraculously) and that’s going to cover your equipment leases being commuted to a for-life permit! Woohoo, no more payments for my precision laser!

Of course, nothing says blue-collar tedium like Space Bluegrass, and that’s what you’ll be listening to for most of your run. Shipbreaker is still definitely barren on the audio spectrum, although a good chunk of it is by design: you’re in space, in a near-complete vaccuum, and the only clear sounds you’ll ever hear are broadcast out of your suit’s radio. Everything else is muffled and distant, with even your ship-rending occasional reactor failures only manifesting as a bright glare and a low whoosh.

The main draw quite obviously is the game’s zero-G physics engine. Fans of Space Sims like Elite: Dangerous will feel right at home, with the obviously small-scale setting being less focused on your pulling off Top Gun stunts in space and more with providing chunks of metal weighing a variable amount of tons with the ponderous floatyness to be expected - and small bits with the life-ending velocity to be expected when your non-compliant shenanigans result in your helmet cracking and your air reserves oozing out. The end result is surprising, seeing as what looks like a Homeworld-era cruiser bursting open like a beached whale barely taxes an i7 7700K, 16GB setup. The game is rather lightweight, technically speaking, which allows it to be impressively forgiving, based on the two machines I was able to fiddle with, one of them an entry-level gaming rig, and the other being more of an enthusiast setup, with an i9 and 32 GBs of memory.

If anything, you’re likely to notice that there’s a bit of a disconnect between your rough, dusty and used hand-crafted environments and the polygonal and simplistic construction of the vessels you’re tasked with decommissioning. That’s mostly a result of the game needing an efficient way to handle one interactive object splitting off into potentially dozens of physics-based objects. Keeping things sleek obviously makes sense, considering, and it also helps that Hardspace rests on the handiwork of a few ex-Relic Entertainment designers. Hiigara’s natives aren’t too far off if you look at the ship designs, with only the texture work suggesting that you’re a Blue Collar Joe or Jane working on an old tug that’s had just as rough a life as you.

The question is, however, if I’d recommend it. I would, but only if you’re the type of gamer who enjoys optimizing things. Shipbreaker is built from the ground-up to either be played like a reverse Bonzai tree simulator, or as a cool physics sandbox wherein cutting open fuel lines like a moron, rupturing power cells or letting the onboard nuke go critical all become cost-effective approaches. If you do, chances are you’ll find yourself strapping on your best or worst drawl and commenting on seat-of-your-pants escapes from technical disasters like they’re just the stuff of your average Tuesday.

You’ve got a debt to clear, after all, and enough clones to turn your grisly demise into an unfortunate bump in the road.

[sloaaaa]

Hey guys!

So I know I've been rlly inactive lately, that's because I'm working on this small project thing which I’ll be posting in maybe a month or so idk. But I've come to make an announcement! Woohoo!

I’ve reached 300 followers!!! I’m glad Y’all like my stuff!

For this I’ll be holdin’ a li’l raffle thing! It’ll be like most other raffles and idk much abt rules haha.

This one’s going to be a follow and reblog to enter thing.

Don’t unfollow after the raffle cuz that’s just mean :((.

I'll be drawin one piece for three lucky winners!

The entry thing will end on October 15

Details abt the prizes will be discussed after the winners are chosen.

[nilshki]

No, really, it's a question I ask myself often, you absolute treasure! xox But to give you something you can hopefully answer without blushing ~too much~: out of the many different domains in which you're so skilled and/or talented, what gives you the most satisfaction?

Hmm it’s actually been hard since depression (woohoo!!) has sucked the satisfaction out of a lot of things lately. I find I’m really satisfied when, no matter what it is I’m doing, I have something tangible at the end of it. A story, a gifset, a thing that I embroidered. A journal entry. Just, *something*, to say “I did that.”

No jokes, this might have been my next breakthrough on the career rethinking path 🙈🤦🏻‍♀️. I guess my therapist was right, it really does help to talk to people! 😂

Love you babe, and thanks for this ask, hope it answered your question!!

Dunno how to link on mobile but go to my inbox and ask me anything!