#would you put them in a blender/j

[condishawn-haver]

Augghhh! Hellp! My blog got invaded by them:

(i made this at late night be nice)

(the order is kinda random cuz why not?)

(correct me if i frogor anyone...)

[batmanfruitloops]

Had to get wisdom teeth taken out today, would not recommend.... ugh -_-

How would the Dork Squad react if any of them had to go through that? (If I have to suffer then so do they <3 /j) and how would the other two react to one of them getting their wisdom teeth removed?

Also would give Riddler a plush rat ❤❤❤

Ed would have the worst time. His pain tolerance is very low and so is his drug tolerance. He'd be incredibly loopy coming off of anesthetics and very high on pain medication. Usually, when he's not all there, like if he's drowsy, he becomes very affectionate and emotional. His friends at least find it very cute. It's not all bad for him at least, he loves to be coddled. He also really likes your rat plushie gift! :3

Jervis would be very out of it and would mostly be dissociating. He has Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder, so since he'd be pretty uncomfortable he would mostly be in his own head. So the other two have to check on him pretty consistently since he wouldn't really be thinking about if he needed or wanted something. When I got my wisdom teeth removed my mouth was so numb I started chewing on my bottom lip (I thought it was something to make my mouth feel comfortable like the gauze) and didn't realize it was part of my mouth until a while. I was also very happy to have one of my cats join me in bed. I figured these were fitting things to give to Jervis.

He probably would have gotten his wisdom teeth removed before meeting the other two, but that's not the point of this ask lol.

Jonathan is pretty bad at taking care of himself. So he wouldn't initially do anything about his wisdom teeth erupting. He has an extremely high pain tolerance so he would just muscle through it. So Ed would have to be the one to convince him to get them removed. He would agree mostly so he could keep his teeth (and he would ask the other two to give him their wisdom teeth). He has a collection of little taxidermy knick-knacks and do-dads to which he would love to add his friends' teeth. He wouldn't use icepacks, he wouldn't take pain medication and he'd try to just go back to normal after his operation. The other two would try their best to take of him, despite how stubborn he is. He has a hard time letting himself be cared for, he doesn't like feeling helpless or weak. Unfortunately, his carelessness would probably get him sick. His friends aren't far behind at least to continue to help him recover.

While recovering from my teeth, I was so hungry that I started fantasizing about putting chicken in the blender. Jonathan would actually follow through with that, he would not care.

I hope you had a graceful recovery and that it hasn't been too painful. Getting your teeth removed sucks but at least you only need to go through it once! Thank you for the ask it was very entertaining to think about!

-Fluffy

[marisandini-chu-blog]

My self-indulgence reaction for To Be Hero X Episode 2:

I watch this literally after the first episode. I AM STILL REELING!

Oh, new character. Are you here to stay or are you a one-off?

Lin Ling is obviously having nightmare... SHE'S STILL ALIVE?!

WHAT?!

I swear, don't you go around playing with my feelings here!

Oh, okay. So I was right with the whole fake dating thing.

YES, GIRL! FUCK SHIT UP!!! DO NOT TAKE THIS LYING DOWN!!!

Ngl, I'm vibing with Lin Ling. We're both just falling in love with Gremlin!Xiao Yueqing in real time

For real though, we all deserve to have a someone who will look at us the way Lin Ling look at Xiao Yueqing.

NOT HER BARBEQUEING ON THE PIANO AKSBDJSHAKSH

OmG that's so cuteeee! Lin Ling and Xiao Yueqing are actually getting along! The food fight was adorable. Their laughters were precious. URGH, THEY DESERVE THE WORLD!

Miss J, do you happen to be a romance fan? Because I swear I see this troupe from somewhere...

Holy shit?! Her power warps according to people's belief?!

Okay, okay, hold on. Shit, this is such an interesting implication. It's one thing for fans to fantasize and ship idols. After all, it's supposed to be harmless right? What people imagine should not have had impact on the idols, right?

But in this world, there's a fascinating consequences when your fantasy can warp people's ability and image. Like, I'm pretty sure few fans wanted Xiao Yueqing to have her power tied to Nice. They love her travel blogs after all. It's not like she can't travel and be a power couple at the same time.

Like, what a world to be in where the people don't even know how much impact their belief and fantasy manage to influence the heroes' lifestyle.

And it's not like Xiao Yuenqing can correct them because how can she? How do you convince people to stop believing when the Power of Belief and Trust is literally the source of their power.

Okay, I'm done. Back to the reaction.

One month without the internet?! I could never!!! These people are stronger than me.

But freaking hell, clean youself up, you pigs! You're all adults here! If you can order takeaways, then go and buy yourself some ingridients! I refuse to believe there's no kitchen!!!

Lin Ling! Stop shooting arrows into my heart!!! You're such a sweetheart

For real, I absolutely love what he did with the swing, and they way both of them seem to become genuine friends and enjoy each other's presence.

I'll be honest, I can't say I ship them though. The circumstances doesn't create a healthy relationship for them, but in any other setting, I would totally support them!

Just let them be happy with each other, that's all I'm asking.

Heck, Lin Ling. Go travel the world on your leave and bring Xiao Yueqing with him. If she can't travel where she likes, you go where she wants to go then!

Aaaaw, they went for the marriage. Hope they can be bestie along the way!

A wedding crasher? Awfully convinient but makes sense someone with a vendetta would do that.

"I WANT YOU, NICE" ummm

"You didn't reply my text, my emails, or call me back!" UMMMMM....

"Xiao Yueqing is after Wreck, and Wreck is after Nice. Isn't usually the reversal?" UUUUUMMMMMM?!?!?

I'm sorry... did Nice's ex crash the party?

Wait, is Nice's ex his nemesis?!

What sort of enemy to lover shit is this?!

THE NEMESIS IS A HIRED ACT?!?!

This episode is like someone put all the most popular AO3 troupe in a blender, and manage to make something coherent.

I'm honestly impress with the writing. Despite how fast-pace it is, I can still follow the story

YEAH!!!! LIN LING ADVERTISEMENT EXPERIENCE IS SAVING THE DAY AGAIN!

I'm sorry, I just love it when people's past experience can actually make a difference in a story telling. It makes it that much more compelling in how that Nice can't be replaced by anybody else in the narative

I'm sorry Miss J, but why the hell is your company have an easy time to fake someone's death, not just once but twice?!

Ummm, is this something I'm supposed to take at face value as 'comic logic' or is this not a BIG RED FLAG?!

It should not be this easy to fake someone's death, I swear. The paperwork it would take!!! And does Xiao Yueqing not have anybody who would miss her?! She should not be this on board if she does???

"I know his punch better than anyone" Bro, why is every line you spout is the gayest shit I've heard.

I'm not complaining, but how does one manage to do that with every single line he has?

HOLD UP?! ARE THEY FRIENDS?! ARE THEY ACTUALLY CLOSE?! I WAS HALF JOKING AKSHSJAGAJAHBVNVMVKVK

How does every line Wreck said manage to make this situation even more complicated than the last?

Xiao Yueqing, I love you. But that guy looks ready to kill a bitch

ANIMATION CHANGE LET'S GO!!!

Finally, some Xiao Yueqing action! And she's such a badass.

Once again, I love the creative directions they took for the action sequence and choreography. Animation could only do so much without those two. The way the characters manage to work seemlessly together is also a plus. I love they have that much trust.

Not Xiao Yueqing opening a portal behind her without looking. What a powermove.

Shit, the more we get to know the people around Nai Si. The more we get a better idea for why he wanted to throw himself off the roof. His manager sees him as a product. His "girlfriend" curse him for existing. His bestfriend is forced to fight him and take away his dream of becoming a hero.

And Nai Si can't complain because he's Nice. He's supposed to be the perfect hero.

It's one thing to wear a mask around the crowd

It's another thing to be all alone when the mask is off

Oh wow, Xiao Yueqing "death" actually makes me tearful. That's so good. The way she makes a farewell to Lin Ling was as much as we say goodbye to her. As short we've known her, the show manage to make us want to see more of her. The fact that we might never see her again is, in a way, a bit like death.

Especially for Lin Ling. Not only will he say good bye to his idol. He's saying goodbye to a friend. To the one other person who knows him as Lin Ling and not Nice. Once she's gone, she'll take a bit of his piece with her.

Good writing (I almost wrote nice writing). Nothing much else to say.

AKSGDJSHSJDHDB OMG LIN LING GAVE HIS GIRL HER WISH?!?! I CAN'T WITH HIM!!!!

BE FREE, GIRL!!! YOU HAVE THREE YEARS WORTH OF JOURNEY WAITING FOR YOU!

Oh, hell naw. This asshole again? What's he up to now?

Lower ranking than 249 doesn't make much of a difference, dude.

Ooooooooh, a glimpse of ths evildoer at work. This is getting interesting

Phew, I have a more of a reaction in me than I previously thought. There's so many things I want to question and want answering.

What's with Xiao Yueqing's death at the end of last episode? I refuse to believe in shock value. It came out of nowhere and placed way too deliebrately. There wasn't even a transition or visual change to clue the audience that it's not real. And this show has clearly made a point to be very detail and nuance in their visual story telling.

That death is real. The question is; what undid it?

The doom yaoi is so fast in this episode, it passed by us before we could even go on board.

My favorite thing about this episode has to be on how it manage to subvert the "One Bedroom" troupe. One of the reason why that troupe is so popular is because in any normal circunstance - and given the choice - the heroine would never stay in the same room.

Which is the point of the troupe, to give the characters the opportunity to jumpstart their relationship by being in close proximity.

So TBHX says, "Well, let"s give her the choice" and not surprisingly, she went exit stage right 😂

Which makes her death that much good and bittersweet. Because at the cost of maybe never seeing her again... Xiao Yueqing gets what so few heroine manage to have: the choice to leave the narrative.

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[gamebunny-advance]

Answering My Own Height Questions

*I want to apologize for everyone being untextured, but I'm too lazy to figure out how to load the textures in Blender. Besides, this should make it easier to see anyway.

While I was poking around, I decided to go ahead and definitively answer my question from a while back about how tall DJSS is.

At a quick glance, the undisputable answer appears to be that he's shorter than Tatiana, but taller than Neon J... barely.

This doesn't consider the thickness of his helmet (unless you think the helmet is his head), but even so, this difference is so small, that it's easier to say that they're about the same height.

BUT

As we know from the Christmas DLC, DJSS's feet do not sink completely into the soles of his shoes.

So adjusting for where his feet would actually touch the ground, DJSS is actually shorter than Neon J. by a good couple of inches, but still taller than Mayday.

(Not that it really matters in fanart, since they're usually wearing their default outfits anyway, so even pointing this out is basically null~)

I also wanted to check Eve against the others, and with heels she's still shorter than NJ and DJSS.

This shot was taken before I adjusted for shoe height for DJSS/Eve, but with adjustments, DJSS is still just a little taller than Eve (it's about the same difference as Neon J. vs. DJSS with shoes).

So, I've a got a win for short!DJSS, but a loss for 2nd tallest!Eve, UmU. (Tatiana is the tallest member of NSR, not counting *Sayu, who I consider a special case.)

*Sayu is in scale to her B2J battle, meaning she's a giant compared to everyone else, so I didn't include her.

And of course I had to do B2J, Kliff, and Tatiana for my own amusement.

I didn't order them by height this time, but the grid guide should suffice. It's a little hard to say if Kliff or Zuke is actually taller since their hair is so dense, but considering that Kliff also wears shoes with a heel, I'm gonna err on Kliff being *just* a hair shorter than Zuke, but they're really about the same. However, Tatiana is actually about a whole head taller than Kliff putting him at perfect motorboating height.

I wanted to check the sewer gang too, but their models are not created equal, and I don't think they're in scale with each other.

Maybe it's just me, or because he's asserting dominance, but Zam seems bigger than he should be, and Gigi/Yiruk look a little smaller than they should be. Robot could be to scale, but I think he looks a little big too.

As my final bonus, I wanted to compare Yinu and 1010 to see how accurate my "Heart and Soul" sketch would have been and...

Nope. Handholding is basically impossible for them. At best, Yinu might be able to grab one of his fingers, but it'd be straining to do so unless he hunched over. So, it'd be even more impossible in my fic where she's younger and presumably even shorter, and the MKI is implied to be bigger and bulkier.

[atinylittlepain]

Tougher Than the Rest

no outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader

Hungry Hearts masterlist

wordcount | 5.5K

warnings | smut, angst, the usual

a/n | we have reached the last chapter of this story. thank you to everyone who has followed along with this one, it has truly been a treat working with these characters, so your love for them means a lot. as always i'd love to hear what you think, drop me a line!

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“Ellie, school in thirty! You better be up if you’re catching the train! Sorry about that, my daughter is– well, you know how kids can be. What was the question again?” She hates these things. These fluffy little interviews that her agent forces her into whenever she has a new book coming out. Good publicity and all that. Bullshit, if you ask her. Why can’t the book just speak for itself?

“No worries at all, I was wondering if you could tell me a little about your writing process for this last book, did you have a set routine or any rituals that propelled your work forward?” Rituals, gag her. She tries not to let out a dejected sigh over the phone, settling instead for an eye roll as she attempts to get Ellie’s lunch put together with one and a half hands, her phone settled precariously between her cheek and her shoulder as she puts together a pb and j, except not because Ellie’s school has a thing about peanut butter. So, sunflower butter and organic apricot jam from the co-op down the block that she somehow got wrangled into as a member. 

“You know, I try not to be too precious about routines. I write as much as I can whenever I can. And as a mom, I have to take whatever time I can get.” The interviewer most certainly didn’t like that answer, a long right, okay crackling over the line. But what did he expect? Some sort of meticulous, meditative bullshit no doubt. Sorry, not her style. 

“So, last question here, you have certainly established yourself over the last decade as a prolific writer. What is it that keeps you writing?” Well, that’s simple, isn’t it? If she keeps writing, she keeps herself from thinking about the past, about things she shouldn’t be thinking about. But her agent would probably throttle her for saying that, so something else in its place instead.

“I always wanted to be a writer growing up. It’s just– instinct, maybe impulse, frankly. I write because it’s what I know how to do, it’s how I figure out this world.” She tacks on that last bit hoping it will make up for the entirely unsexy rest of her responses, and judging by the hmm the interviewer lets out over the phone, it will suffice. All the usual niceties and a long sigh when she finally hangs up.

“Ellie, if you aren’t up I’m–”

“Jesus, I’m up, woman.” Her eleven-year-old has developed a new habit of calling her woman like a despondent husband in a loveless marriage, marching out of her bedroom and into the kitchen as she shoves papers into her backpack. 

“Lunch for you, and I will be outside of the school at 3:30 to walk home with you, okay? Do you– I can walk with you this morning too if–” 

“No, mom, I got it.” It stings, just a little, smarting, and then a small swell of pride that her girl is so independent. 

“Okay, okay, let’s get some breakfast in you, huh? Smoothie, that sound good?” Ellie’s face scrunches up, but she doesn’t give her an abject no, and that’s enough for Cherry to get out the blender. 

“Mom?”

“Hmm?”

“What’s in Texas?” Cherry freezes, her hand holding half a banana (non-GMO, whatever the fuck that means) suspended over the blender. 

“What– where’s that question coming from?” 

“On the computer last night, you had left it open to some construction company in Texas.” Shit, her smart girl. That was how Ellie found out that Santa wasn’t real two years ago, hopping on the desktop and finding the order confirmation for the pair of glow-in-the-dark Converse she had asked for in her letter addressed to the North Pole. 

“Oh, um, that– I have a friend who is, uh, moving there and I’m helping her find someone to do work on her new house, yeah.” Ellie doesn’t seem to buy that answer, brow pinched up, but before she can question it, Cherry flips on the blender, letting it whir just a little longer than it needs to. 

“Alright, breakfast of champions, you can drink it on the train, yeah? You’re gonna be late if you don’t get a move on.” A quick flurry to pour the smoothie into a to-go cup and then out the door, love you, be safe, bye. A big sigh when she slumps back against the shut door, close one.

Yes, maybe, a moment of weakness yesterday. A moment of weakness while she was working over edits for her next book. Somehow, up until yesterday, she had managed to not let a moment of weakness creep in. But before she knew what she was doing, she was googling his name and Austin, Texas. And there he was, with his own business no less.

Yes, maybe, she had left a tab open on the Miller’s Construction website’s About Us page. And yes, maybe, she had left the page zoomed in on the picture of Joel in the top corner. And yes, maybe, none of her edits had gotten done because she was a little busy looking at said picture for the better portion of the afternoon. 

So the first thing that she does after cleaning up the small cyclone in the kitchen is log onto the computer to delete that tab, not letting herself linger on the photo any longer. But he looks good, she thinks. Doing good for himself, she thinks. Not letting that thought get any bigger, that want crack open any more than it already has, right back to work on her edits. 

But her mind is fickle this morning, still stuck on that photo, still stuck on him in a way she hasn’t been in a while. Maybe it’s because of the appointment she has at noon. An impulsive choice she made and, for some reason, has kept. A way to hold onto something she should have let go a long time ago. But she can’t.

And yes, maybe, her morning is spent in a constant toggle between the open tab of her word doc, and that damn About Us page on the Miller’s Construction website.

…

He’s nervous. And he’s not sure why, because it’s her, right? It’s them. Except this is new. Not something they ever got to do in the past. Not like this at least. 

“Hey there.” She’s in a dress when she opens the door, and his mind has to quickly configure around the fact that this is the first time he has seen her in a dress in two decades, though he probably should have expected that, right? Because people dress up for these things, something that Sarah said to him very slowly like he was an invalid, prompting him into a button-down before he left. 

“Hey, Cherry, you look, uh, yeah– look real good.” She smiles, still leaning in the doorframe, but before she can speak, someone else beats her to it.

“Wow, real smooth, man.” 

“Ellie.” Cherry hisses it over her shoulder, but Joel never sees the kid, just hears her lowly murmured what? I’m just saying, geez. Already off to a great start. 

“Sorry about the peanut gallery, but I’m ready if you are.” 

No more sneaking around, no more questioning if this is real or not. They’re doing the thing that normal people do, normal people in a normal relationship. They’re going on a date. 

“I like this.” She hums it, reaching across the console from the passenger seat to thumb at the collar of his shirt, her palm smoothing down over his chest. 

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm, you clean up very pretty, Miller.” Just a little snark tinging the end of her words, making him huff as she keeps rubbing distracting circles into his chest. 

“Well, you’re in fine form, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” With that, her hand trails up, palm slipping behind the nape of his neck, her fingers threading through the errant curls there while he fights the urge for his eyes to roll back in his head. 

“Sure, Cher, at this rate we’re not even gonna make it to the restaurant.” He regrets saying it instantly, because just as soon as the words leave his mouth, she’s taking her hand away, sitting prim and perfect in the passenger seat where she had been completely turned toward him before. 

“Right, sorry, best behavior.” Her words slant with the simper of her smile, and he has to remind himself that they’re doing this normal thing now. No need to hurry, no need to hide, no need to steal time. Because she’s staying, and so is he. 

By some stroke of luck, they do make it to the restaurant, and it’s right about then that Joel realizes it has been a woefully long time since he has been on a date. He has to stutter himself into all the motions, trying to remember the right moves, opening the door for her, a bit flustered when he pulls her chair out for her and she snorts.

“Well you don’t get this kind of treatment in New York.” To make the matter of his quick creeping flush worse, she presses a kiss to his cheek before she sits down. He gets to have that now, totally normal. He’s still getting used to totally normal.

“So how is the book coming along?” He’s not sure if he’s allowed to ask that, what might still be a sore subject. For a moment, her face falls, fear flickering in his chest that he has fucked up, though she smooths it out, something like a smile still at the edges of her eyes.

“Do you really want to hear me talk about that?” 

“Only if you want to.”

“Can I ask you something first?” He nods, of course, taking a cursory sip of his wine as she does the same. 

“Did you– what did you think? About the other ones?” She asks it shy, her cheek propped in her hand, smile crumpled to one side. His mind reels with what he could say, though he’s not sure if any of it’s right. It’s not like he has some dazzlingly intellectual thing to say. But she’s asking him, she wants to know what he thinks, and he muses to himself that she’s been wanting to know what he thinks for a while. 

“I was amazed by every single one, Cher. And I was proud of you too, even though I had no business feeling that way. It was– I thought about you, a lot, over the years. And getting to read your books, it felt like I could be a little closer to you that way.” He surprises himself with the stark honesty of his words, but how could he offer her anything else when she’s looking at him like that? Smile softening in the dim light of the restaurant, cheeks brimming up with the praise.  

“I always wondered, you know, if you were reading them. I– I guess that’s a little ridiculous.” He’s still getting used to this too, being able to reach out for her, taking her hand in his across the table.

“Not ridiculous, and I’m looking forward to reading the new one.” 

“I sent the second draft in two days ago.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm, my editor fucking destroyed my first one, so we’ll see how this draft goes over.” 

“You know, I’ve been wondering, Cher, when the hell did you get that trucker’s mouth of yours?” She laughs big and bright, shoulders shrugging up to her ears, a little flail to her hands that makes him laugh too.

“I mean, it’s definitely a New York thing. That, and people just started pissing me off a lot more, so I kinda had to.” 

“I tried to cut back on it when Sarah got old enough to start picking stuff up. She still managed to slip a few fucks into her vocabulary in the first grade.” 

“Oh god, I actually got called into the school when Ellie was in the first grade because she told a boy at recess to leave her the fuck alone. Honestly, I was more proud than anything else, is that bad?” 

“Fuck no, it’s not bad. I’d probably take Sarah for ice cream if she did the same.” She sighs around a smile, and he finds himself doing the same, settling into this ease. Yes, he thinks, it’s going to take some getting used to. But he’s more than happy to be getting used to it with her.

…

“I’d like to get it on my right shoulder, if that works okay.” If her mother could see her now. She doesn’t look in the mirror until the tattoo artist has stamped the stencil into place, a satisfied hum in her throat when she gets a look at the design. 

Frankly, she wasn’t sure if she was going to keep this appointment. She had made it under the pleasant flush of two glasses of wine late one night about a month ago, surprised to receive an email from the artist saying that they loved her idea and wanted to get her on the books. And for some reason, she didn’t say no, didn’t cancel, and is now laying out on a tattoo table and bracing for the first pass of the needle. 

It’s not too bad, a little cringey when the artist is working right over the cap of her shoulder, but otherwise it passes quickly, and before she knows it, she’s standing back in front of the mirror on shaky legs, looking at the twining cherry branch now wrapping around her upper arm. 

“It’s perfect, thank you. I love it.” Ellie has rather different feelings about it, her jaw dropping loose when Cherry meets her outside of her school, still warm enough that she’s only in a t-shirt, showing off part of her still-wrapped ink. 

“What is that?” There’s no playing it off, Ellie refusing to move until Cherry gives her an answer.

“That is a tattoo, and before you ask, no, not until you’re eighteen.” Ellie balks at that, though Cherry is quick to sling her arm around her girl’s shoulders to set them both walking toward the subway. 

“Is it– what is it?” Ellie takes the one leftover seat in the train and Cherry hooks her elbow around the rail in front of her, a perfect opportunity for her kid to get a better look at her new tattoo.

“It’s a cherry tree.”

“I can’t believe you got a tattoo.” She says it with a sigh, like somehow, this is the worst news ever. Cherry has to hold back a laugh, knowing that it will only put Ellie in even worse of a tiff. 

“What’s wrong with tattoos?” 

“Nothing, but you’re my mom, you’re not supposed to get tattoos.” Ellie grumbles out the last words, crossing her arms over her chest with a huff, perfectly petulant. Cherry gives her little episode about twenty more minutes before she forgets all about it and asks what’s for dinner. 

When they do get back to their apartment, Cherry just barely catches the ringing phone, surprised, though pleasantly, when she hears Will on the other end. 

“Hey, what’s going on? Everything okay?” 

“Hey, yeah, I just thought I’d give you a call.” She knows exactly what that means. It’s only been recently that she and Will can talk like this, call like this. She got out, and he did too, and for a while that had to be enough for the both of them, slinking around the past like they could somehow forget it. It was Will that reached out to her first, and she was relieved for it, not sure if he resented her, or even hated her for the way she left. He didn’t, he understood, and he wanted to know how his big sister was doing. 

“Mom?” He sighs over the phone, exactly what she thought. For some reason, their mother still reaches out to him, an errant phone call that he somehow can’t seem to dodge. 

“She called to tell me that they’re moving to Arizona.”

“Oh, lovely.”

“Yeah, so I guess that means Austin has finally been fumigated.” Cherry snorts, trying to let that be funny, though all it really feels is bitter. 

“You’re not thinking about going back, are you?” Because suddenly, she is. An impossibility for so long, now a little more possible.

“Hell no, Portland has been good to me. I only just managed to lose the accent.” 

“I liked your accent, Will. I’m afraid mine has started sounding a little too Brooklyn lately.”

“Yeah, you have that kinda eternally angry thing going on in your voice now.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know that my eternally angry voice is what gets me book deals.” 

“Sure, that’s what it is, miss New York Times bestseller.” She scoffs, a flustered murmur of yeah, yeah, whatever, always quick to change the subject from anything like that. 

“You’re still coming for Christmas though, right? I’d– we’d really love to have you. I’ve been telling Ellie about you.” Something new, she never thought Ellie would get any kind of extended family. Definitely no grandparents, but an uncle would be nice.

“Yeah, I’m looking forward to it.” He has something else to say, she can tell by the way his words fizzle out. She doesn’t push though, just waits.

“You don’t think about going back, do you? To Texas?” Her throat tightens, a quick glance down the hall to check that Ellie’s bedroom door is still closed.

“No, why would I want to?”

“Oh come on, out of the two of us I’d say you’d have an actual reason to.”

“What are you talking about?” Like maybe she could bullshit her way out of this, but he is her brother, after all. He always liked Joel, definitely looked up to him. And he was also one of the only people that knew about their relationship, always willing to cover for her sneaking around, for the flat rate price of a new comic book. 

“Not what, who.”

“Will, that’s ancient history. That’s– that’s even past ancient history. It was another life.”

“I know, I just– I always thought you two were gonna be it, you know? Even before that summer, y’all were always something else.”

“Careful, they’ll throw you out of Portland for saying y’all like that.” That gets half a laugh out of him, just enough to drop the subject.

“All this talk of Texas must be getting to me. Anyways, just wanted to call and tell you the big news or whatever.” 

“Alright, well, big news aside, it’s always good to hear from you. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?” 

“Yeah, sis, love you.”

“Love you too.” That’s new, she’s glad for it.

Afternoons, after school, but before dinner, this is her favorite time. Sometimes, Ellie will still let her help with her homework, or at least allow her presence on the edge of her bed while she works, might even answer a few questions about her day or her friends. Eleven going on thirty, or something like that. By the time dinner rolls around, her girl has warmed up to her enough to sit at the kitchen counter while she chops vegetables.

“So, why a cherry tree?” 

“Oh, it’s an old story, a friend of mine from a long time ago, not interesting. Hey, I saw the email from the school about career day next week, were you gonna tell me about that?” A quick change of subject, two birds with one stone, really. Ellie’s face scrunches up at her question.

“Yeah, but like, you’re too busy for it anyways.” She barely looks up from her math worksheet as she says it, like no big deal, though Cherry’s stomach immediately sinks.

“Woah, woah, babe, I am absolutely not too busy for that. I’m never too busy for you, what– why do you think that?” Ellie just shrugs, still intent on her fractions.

“Because of the new book and stuff. You’re very preoccupied.” One of her new vocab words for the week, preoccupied, right. 

“Els, will you look at me, please? I am never too busy for you, okay? None of that shi–stuff matters more than you do. And I’d really love to go to career day, if you want me to be there.” Ellie seems to consider that proposition, a big burst of relief when she nods.

“Yeah, you’re cooler than a lot of the other parents anyways. They all do boring stuff for work.” She’ll take it, trying to temper her grin at her girl’s small praise as she gets back to prepping dinner. She’ll have to remember to wear long sleeves for career day, not wanting to give the PTA moms any more gossip fodder than they already have about her. Single mom, single writer mom with no family to be heard of. Not a very good look to all those upper-crust types, not that she could give a shit about it. But she doesn’t want her black sheepness to rub off on Ellie, play dates and hang outs to be scheduled and all that, so, definitely long sleeves for career day. 

Much later, Ellie in bed reading, and no impending emails or phone calls, Cherry finally takes another look at the tattoo before getting in the shower. 

If nothing else, ever, at least this.

…

“So.” She says it all long and drawn out, her hands clasped behind her back as she sways a little in front of his truck, sooooo. It’s dark out by the time they leave the restaurant, both of them a little loose, a little languid from a few glasses of wine, though he’s still sober enough to feel a lick of nerves run up his spine as he tries to figure out what’s the right next move, what normal people do on a date like this. 

“Sarah is at Tommy’s for the night, if you don’t have to be home just yet?” No, probably not what normal people do on a first date. But no, not their first date either, not really. And nothing normal about this either, not really. Cherry, smiles, all crooked shadows in the faint glow coming from the restaurant. She really is a sight. He’s been stealing sweeping glances all night, collecting her up in pieces in his mind. The bare skin of her thighs, just a suggestion of it with the slip of her dress. Her dress, he thinks she knows that it’s just a little cruel that she’s wearing that dress judging by the way she moves, shoulders rolled back, always a ghost of a grin like she’s getting away with something. Instinct or just plain impulse to reach out for her, to let his knuckles graze along the neckline of her dress, the smallest shiver when he trails from the sweet plunge up along the slope of her shoulder. 

“Ellie was going to a sleepover, so I don’t have to be anywhere until my chauffeur services are needed tomorrow.” 

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” 

He is trying, all of his effort, really, to focus on the road when they start driving back to his house. But Cherry isn’t exactly making it easy with the way her hand is splayed on his thigh, and he has to clear his throat when her nails graze along the inseam of his pants. 

“Everything alright?” He only glances away for a beat, though it’s enough time to see the smug curl of her smile.

“You– you’re–” His breath hitches before he can finish that thought, Cherry’s knuckles grazing against his already aching cock through his pants, though her hand is gone just as soon, settling lower, just above his knee. 

“What am I, baby?” 

“I think you know what you are.” Her laugh comes in bells, chirping high as she tips her head back, the shock-white flash of her teeth in the corner of his eye. 

“I think you like it.” High, like wings fluttering each word she says. He doesn’t say anything, his eyes still on the road while he reaches across the console for her, his palm slipping from her shoulder up the slope of her neck, fingers curling around her nape and his thumb stroking the hinge of her jaw, his own silent answer, his. 

They’re both quiet stepping inside his house, lights off so the rooms are washed down in dark swaths of shadow. Up the stairs and into his room, she doesn’t look at the books this time, all her attention on him. 

No need to rush, no need to hide, no need to lie about what this really is. A first for two decades later, they can take their time with each other, because there will be plenty more of it to offer, to receive.

“I thought about you, you know.” He knows that she’s talking about a particular kind of thinking about him, her eyes heavy with it. 

“Show me, Cher.” Broken thoughts that somehow still get pieced together, the easy slip of her dress falling around her feet, stepping out of fabric and laying back on his bed. Perfect like this, her knees bent and falling open to the sides. He finds himself sitting down on the edge of the bed, his palm cupping the slope of her calf before sliding down, fingers curling loosely around her ankle. Something to tether him, to convince him that this is real, that all her want is for him. From the start, she was always surprising him, always finding some fresh way to make his head spin. She still is. Propped up on one elbow, her other palm trailing down the center of her chest, pausing there to let her fingers graze against her nipple, the smallest hitch of her breath making his cock pulse. And then lower, his eyes going heavy watching her hand move over the soft clench of her stomach before settling just over her pelvis. Forefinger and middle spreading herself open for him to see, swollen and pearling pleasure, obscene and a little world-ending. 

And it’s his name. His name that she whispers when she dips two of her fingers into her cunt, his hand curling a little closer around her ankle at the sight and sound. A slick smear of heat, the way the tendons in her hips jump with the effort of staying splayed for him, slack and then tense all over when the pads of her fingers catch against her clit. 

Please, not enough, please, want you. But he wants to see, her preening pleas falling on deaf ears. Because he wants to see how she thought about him all those miles away, years away, and aching for him. And he was aching for her too. Go on, Cher, just like that. She huffs, brow pulling down in a pinch of frustration, but she still allows, the small jump of her wrist, the veins in her hand jittering as two fingers find a stuttered rhythm, her hips tilting into each thrust. And he’s mean for doing this, cruel even, slipping sorry beneath his palm as it skates up her shin, smoothing and soothing. I know, I know, it’s not enough, is it? Never enough he thinks, it was never enough. 

“Stop teasing, come here.” Never saying no to her, and he already knows it, making as quick work as he can of the buttons of his shirt, the warm flush of bare skin against bare skin when he finally settles between her legs, one palm splayed next to her temple and the other bunched in the sheets beside her hip. All brilliant machinery, two bodies moving together like they never stopped, her knee hitching up along his hip as his palm slides down along the soft skin of the inside of her thigh. He rests his thumb over her clit, presence more than anything else, though Cherry doesn’t allow that for long, another huff, another don’t tease that he chases after with a hard stamp of a kiss. 

And when he finally spreads her open with one shuddering snap of his hips, his breath gets caught in his chest, pleasure finally catching up to him and crackling down his spine. His mouth rests open and wanting below the dip of her clavicle, the slight press of skin that comes with each of her inhales, like a bird beating around in her ribs, short and stuttered and certain. 

Quiet whispers, need you to move, baby, that word never failing to snare his mind, all he can do to give her what she wants with a slow roll of his hips that’s already turning greedy in the way he grinds into the plush of her ass at the end, a high sound stopping itself in the back of her throat. 

And no, not taking their time, both of them growing desperate for that tight furl of pleasure settling between them. Just a little obscene in the way the bed scrapes against the floor with every thrust, the sound melding and mixing with the breathy little moans Cherry can’t seem to stop, not that he would want her to. He groans when he reaches between them to thumb at her clit, her cunt dripping around him, a dizzying flutter of heat that he wants more of. And when Cherry says more, right there something snaps in him, animal, incessant in the way he slips his palms under the swell of her ass, lifting her hips up so her thighs rest over his, fucking up into her from his haunches, strong enough that he can do that now, move and make her with his hands like this. Pulled taut, her body one long line of pleasure, he watches the perfect tendons in her throat jump with a whine of his name. 

It’s a devastating heat when she does come, spine arching before she slumps down in his grasp. He stills inside her, a whimper in her throat when his hips absent-mindedly shift against hers. C’mere, c’mere, pulling him down, her palms running up his sides before slipping over his shoulders, mapping him out as she catches her breath.

“I love you so much, Joel.” The sound he makes is pathetic at best, a little broken battering in his ribs. And he should ask if she’s good, if he can, if it’s okay for him to, but he needs it so bad, needs her so bad that he’s already finding that rhythm again, harsh breaths with each thrust. Not far behind her, not with the way she’s murmuring all her want into his ear, something that sounds like love when that pleasure finally snaps and shimmers under his skin. 

Perfect like this in the after, holding onto each other, mouths finding whatever slip of skin they can, kissing it better. 

“It’s you and me, Cher. I love you.” Her fingers still in their gentle sweep through his hair, a little tug to get his eyes up to hers. 

“Plus two.” Confused at first, he has to laugh when his brain catches up to what she’s saying.

“Right, you and me, plus two.” 

…

Her least favorite time of the day, or night, really. Ellie asleep, just her and the blinking cursor in her word document. It’s about this time every night that it settles back in under her skin. She doesn’t know what to call it. Loneliness feels pitiful, and patently untrue because she has her girl, and that’s all she needs. It’s like an ache, like a physical lack that she manages to forget about in all the fret and fuss of the day, still there, still sore. 

Tonight, something particular to soothe that ache. That damn web page, and that damn photo of him. Different, older, but still him. A small part of her, a young part, wonders if he has read her books, if he’s seen her photo on the dust jackets and traced all the small nicks and nips of time the same way that she does now, her face pressed close to the screen of her computer to collect up any new detail. 

She quits while she’s ahead, sigh, shut the whole thing off, rubbing the heels of her palms into her eyes to try to stamp out the picture of him. 

An ache, a want, that has been there for nearly two decades. When Will had told her about their parents moving out of Austin, hope had been quick to flicker up and around her ribs, a silly thing. Silly to ache like this, to want like this, to presume that he’s been waiting around for her. 

She’s been waiting for him though, she realizes. Wanting for him. So would it be so crazy to think that, maybe, he’s been wanting for her too?

........................................

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[tanukitsuneko-suki]

w episode 43 thoughts:

- A, B, C, D, F, G, H, I, J, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, V, W, X, Y. i'm so close to the end that i sound like i'm singing the alphabet. ack

- i'm gonna finish this series even if it kills me just so i can read memento mori w fics in peace

- i just think terui's role in the story would be smoother if there was a foreshadowing or two before he got introduced for real. it feels like the story is cleanly cut between kirihiko era and terui era... maybe put some rumors at the police department or something (or perhaps there were clues and i just missed it lol)

- ahhhh i see everything is clearer now

- the casual ryuaki they insert in the episodes is pretty cute lol, especially when it's shotaro being oblivious calling them out on it

- shroud keeping on calling shotaro useless is gonna be my 13th reason istg...YOU ALWAYS SAY THIS SHIT SHROUD 😭

- even philip's not amused this shit is frying me

- "i'm taken" "damn right he is"

- imho they all should just merge together... put them in a blender or something

- the attack and suit names in toku shows are so chuuni, man

- just let out the biggest sigh seeing shroud

- the thing about saeko's obsession with isaka is that he acts as controlling as her father, ryuube, and although she hates that kind of control, she's also been abused so much that it's the kind of 'love' she takes comfort in. isaka is the one person who 'told' her things, and despite his manipulations, he has been pretty upfront about his desires. isaka shelters her, finds her special, and believes she can change the world, and she has all the power in her hands—exactly how ryuube treats wakana. i find her character to be unbelievably tragic and she's the character that i've had the most change in opinion on this whole series. from dislike bordering apathy to liking her villainess role really really well

[ohshi-kaboom]

Murder Drones Rider Au + Uzi fanart

Or should i say... Murder Drive AU HEHEHEHE

This lovely amalgamation was made by yours truly when putting murder drones and pretty bikes on a blender hoping for something fancy. And i did it.

The mechanics are simple! (Haha get it? Mechanics)

Uzi is a moody mechanic (i will get real tired of the word mechanic and so will you.) Working in your local Auto shop: Copper's 9 ! Owned by daddy dearest Khan Doorman! She mostly does repairs and common car maintenance, aaand if she decides she likes you well enough you'll get some neat modifications for half the price! (Its a lie but only she knows that)

In her free time she stays around the back of the store repairing and selling old cars as a hobby that also doubles as a side hustle.

Her life in home isn't as sweet as she would hope for but she's learned to cope, something that she specializes in after her Moms disappearance; Nori Doorman, presumed dead.

Shes the only occupant of a nice little apartment, moving from their parents house a few years after Nori's disappearance and Khan's neglect. Rarely visited by anyone she stays little time in her apartment, either watching anime after a tiring day, eating lunch, showering after a messy oil spill or just existing after closing hours. Youll definitely see her more at the shop doing gods knows what this time. The reson why Uzi doesn't spend more time in the little home shes built herself is because of the atmosphere, too cold and gloomy for her liking, the barren space reminding her too much of her loneliness.

("She looks soo much like Uzi" you all say in unison.)

Nathaniel, or best known as "N" is a Bike racer, youll see him proudly sporting his various motorcycles all earned by his sweat, hard work, and money from illegal races.

N has and incredible set of bad luck, following him like a stubborn rain cloud with every single bike he touches breaking down at some point. No matter how much he dotes over them or how carefull he is; they will break. And thats a promise from the universe, aparently.

He lives in a fairly big house with his other two roommates: Jay, "J" and Veronica, "V". They all participate in their own races, N and V competing frequently while J sits back and collects their winnings. J also participates in rare ocations.

When N is not flying through the streets, or winning the months rent he resides in his little corner of the garage painting, drawing, scrap booking or doing whatever craft he can get his hands onto.

(I will probably add more on N later on)

N and Uzi meet when Ns bike breaks in "the middle of nowhere" according to V, so he just sits quietly besides the road waiting for either backup (V showing up to rescue him after cackling over the phone and then hanging up) or to simply perish. Uzi was heading to the workshop in Railgun (a very beat up, highly modified but very loved minitruck that she herself constructed from other cars parts) When she came across a very puppy kicked to the side of the road sad looking person laying down besides the road by a very nice looking motorcycle. She slows down to take a quick peek to the bike when the person laying down jumps immediately at her side after noticing her slowing down, begging asking for a ride to the closest Auto shop explaining how his bike broke. Uzi (although very begrudgingly) decides to help this weird friendly stranger as her good deed of the year. She parks to the side of the road helping N heave the bike into the trunk and waits until he hops into the passenger seat to begin their way to Copper's 9.

After Fixing N's bike (and getting a tip she will not complain about) She gives the rundown on what the problem of the bike was and how to avoid it. N thanks her (a little too much if you ask Uzi) and parts ways. Uzi not dwelling about it goes on to the rest of her day, not thinking about seeing N again anytime soon.

Not even a week later N shows up again with another bike, this one looking like it went into the devils asscrack and back. Uzi just gives him a glare and gets to work.

That is NOT the last time that happens. (She counts 12 visits in one month, what the hell N?)

So! This is the basic information about my silly little Au, i don't have a name for it yet, I have been calling it Murder Drive for gits and shiggles but i don't know if I should make it the official name of this Au, if you have any suggestions tell me about it!

And I've been thinking about making it a fic buuut I've never written anything lengthy before, and English is not my first language so you can imagine how I feel.

Do tell me how you feel about it, or if you have any asks send 'em my way!

ALSO! THIS IS A HUMAN AU!! YAYAY HUMANS‼️‼️

[softpine]

hi brandii! i didn't want to bother but youre the nicest simblr i interact with so i figured it'd give it a shot and ask if you had a tutorial for recoloring electronics like TV and computers to have like a custom screen in game for screenshots. every time I finish the basic tutorial, in game the screen is just black. it would be greatly appreciated!!!

hiii that's really sweet ;-; i've actually recolored a bunch of tvs so i know exactly what you're talking about!!

but i still can't get sims 4 studio working for me so this is entirely based on my memory & leftover files i've worked with, i'm sorry about that :(

step 1: open your tv in s4s (this could be an in-game tv or a cc one, both will work), then extract the mesh and the texture file (just the diffuse one). you can close this when you're done.

step 2: in photoshop, open the texture. you can adjust the canvas size of this to give yourself some more space for whatever you want to put on the tv screen. i like to keep my textures in squares.

for example, if my tv texture originally looked like this, with an image size of 1024x512:

then i would increase the canvas height so it would be 1024x1024 and that leaves me room to put the screen texture on there:

you'll put all your screens in that spot. make sure you test out the placement & size first before you make a ton of them, because sometimes i've had to stretch them in awkward ways to make them look nicer and it's a pain to have to redo them.

step 3: in blender, open the mesh you extracted earlier. click the eye icon next to studio_mesh_1 (the shadow) to hide it. typically, tvs will have studio_mesh_1 which is the outer part of the tv, and studio_mesh_2 which is the screen. click studio_mesh_1, then shift click studio_mesh_2, then ctrl+J to join them together. change the cut number to 1.

step 4: hit tab to enter edit mode, hover your mouse over a corner of the tv screen, and hit L to select it. repeat this as needed until the entire screen is highlighted yellow (if you ever select the wrong thing, just hit ctrl+Z to undo, or hit A to completely start over). once you've got it, head over to the UV section and open a new image, then find the texture you created above. hover over the UV and hit A to select it all. you'll want to make this rectangle fit exactly over top of JUST the screen part of your tv texture. use the S key to change the size. hitting S and then Y will change the height. S & X will change the width. G will move your selection. just play around with it until you've got it fitting nicely!

once you're done, deselect everything by hitting A, then repeat the process of selecting every part of the tv OTHER THAN the screen, and adjust the UVs to fit the outer part of the texture.

step 5: open sims 4 studio again. select "create 3d mesh", and select a painting as your base mesh, NOT a tv. this will make it deco instead of a functional screen. name your file, and finally import your textures and mesh.

step 6: test it in game first before you create the rest of your textures!

[homosexuality-and-morphine]

I have the need to share a list of my favorite characters and my sub categories for them (which is split into three things, 1 favorite characters that I can't put through the horrors cause then I'll feel bad, 2 characters I COULD put through the horrors but I'm not fully inclined to do that, and 3 characters I can and will put through the horrors) plus some extra characters at the end (also I found out the hard way on this post that there's a 30 tag limit here... I think I have a problem I like too many characters)

First off characters I can't put through the horrors cause then I'll feel bad:

Mia Winters: wife.... (Although she gets put through stuff but not enough for me to consider the horrors)

Angela orosco (remake), Anya (mouthwashing), Zoe baker, and Daisuke (mouthwashing): they've been through enough I think they need a cozy therapist, some food, and a nice vacation.

Missing kids (FNAF), Evan Afton, regular Elizabeth Afton, Gregory, Cassie, Eveline, young Sherry Birkin, and Laura (silent Hill 2 remake): they're kids and I would feel so fucking bad putting them through the horrors plus most of them already have gone through the horrors (I may have missed some characters I like that go in this category)

Swansea (mouthwashing), jack baker, and Marguerite baker: they're old and have been through enough I wanna let them have a nice time for once

Characters I could put through the horrors but haven't exactly wanted to:

Piers nivans: love him but also I haven't really thought of any horrors to put him through (although this may change at some point)

Curly (mouthwashing): I wanna give him some nice things and let him kind of redeem himself but out of the mouthwashing crew he would be the one I'd put through the horrors

Rebecca Chambers: I need to play re0 before actually putting her through any horrors

Adult Sherry Birkin: despite the fact that she's one of Leon's unofficial daughters she's one of the few people near leon that has been spared from the horrors (there's a reason there's her as a kid and her as an adult on this list and I'll probably talk about it in another post)

Claire Redfield: I put her through the horrors one time and don't have much else for her to go through (although like all resident evil characters that are on this list that can change at any moment)

Ada Wong: she's too badass to actually get into a situation where the horrors happen... Maybe one day

Luis Serra: he's cool enough for me to bring him back to life but not cool enough to escape my potential grasp

Characters I can and will (and probably already have) put through the horrors:

Michael afton: my go to bitch for random bullshit because he's always somehow in my brain

Death swap Elizabeth Afton: she gets a free ride here for simply being Micheal's "twin" (they're classified as twins in my au since they swapped with each other so they have the exact same life up until Micheal got added to the gang)

Mike Schmidt (FNAF movie): I love him dearly but he's a pathetic wet cat of a man and he needs to be put in a blender

Ethan Winters: he's just so easy to put through the horrors I mean have you seen his face

Leon s Kennedy: idk he just lached onto my brain and won't let go so I said "fuck it why not" and now he's even more fucked up than he originally was in the first stages of the resident evil section of my au

Chris Redfield: I hate him/j he gets a free ride on account of being Leon's boyfriend and also I have fake beef with him

Ashley Graham: free ride on account of her being Leon's other unofficial daughter

Helena harper: I like her and really wanna do something with her but I can't think of anything

Jake muller: hes just simply related to Wesker/j I could do something with him but like with Helena I can't think of anything

Extra bits:

Characters I'm Neutral to:

Eddie Dombrowski (remake): I feel bad for him but the line of him enjoying killing the dog made me not like him as much

James Sunderland (remake): going into watching a play through of the game knowing his reputation is "wife guy evil edition" made my vision of him always a little ehh and ended up liking him less at the end (I went in knowing he probably killed his wife and what do you know he did)

Characters I hate:

Jimmy (mouthwashing): ... Do I really need to explain

William Afton: literally the worst guy ever fuck him

Albert Wesker: motherfucker tried to infect the entire world he sucks (I haven't seen anything of him other than 4 and 5 but his ass can NOT redeem himself from that in my eyes)

John Winchester: fuck you John not as bad as William Afton but God you're an ass

Phillip graves (cod mw reboots), and General Sheppard (cod mw reboots): dicks

[crazylittlejester]

DAILY BRAINROT

Disclaimer: If nothing I say makes sense, it's probably because I'm so stressed I almost set the microwave on fire.

I'm glad to see that the Warriors knits headcanon is alive and well. In fact, it is thriving. This brings me immense joy because I've been losing my mind over it for the past several months, and it looks like it's here to stay. :) The best part is when someone writes a scene where Legend is embroidering/sewing and Warriors is knitting, and they're BONDING OVER THEIR CRAFTS.

In other news, I am seriously considering making glowing Warriors' power and having it be kind of like those glow-in-the-dark stickers people put on the ceilings of their kids' bedrooms. Hear me out. He can be powered by the sun, like a solar panel, and store the extra energy to do Cool Superhero Stuff with. The unfortunate side effect being that he tends to burn off excess energy by glowing in the dark. This means he has been explicitly banned from working night shifts because his cover would be blown.

It also means that he's the perfect nightlight for kids with nightmares.

I'm really looking forward to writing up more of the first meeting stories now that I've gotten the one about Legend & Wild posted, but since I'm making myself wait until I get the next chapter of Hyrule's fic up I'm just going to ramble at you about it instead.

I haven't decided which one to do next, but I have thought about the one for the trio (I also need a better name to refer to them). Anyway, I'm thinking that Twilight and Warriors actually grew up knowing each other, but sort of lost touch for a little while. Twilight was busy with the Twili stuff and getting used to his new abilities, while Warriors was in the middle of the mess with Cia. Sometime after that, they get back in touch, and they've both decided that they want to move out. Twilight wants to leave Ordon because he feels uncomfortable there now, and Warriors wants to move to a different district in Castletown to avoid anything related to Cia. Right around the same time, Sky is looking for roommates because he doesn't want to go to college in Skyloft or something. Ghirahim probably has something to do with it because I kind of doubt that he'd be very chill about Sky killing his master... Regardless, they get introduced to each other and the rest is history.

Slightly related to that, Sky is going to be an interesting combination of ideas here and is quickly becoming a favorite of mine for this project. He's kind of similar to Time because he's an incredibly powerful individual that dropped off the radar. He showed up, kicked villain butt, and then vanished (curtesy of Sun). I'm poking him because I have a lot of ideas about that. Maybe he doesn't like thinking about it? Maybe he doesn't remember what he did? Maybe it wasn't actually him and he was just possessed or something? Could he maybe be the source material for the experiment that made Wild? Is he just like this or is it trauma or his power(s) or did someone else do this to him?

Gnawing on all these questions as if I don't have things due tonight.

IM SO SORRY DUDE. they call me the kitchen appliance killer, i think the only thing safe from me is the stove and the blender- but i’m also afraid of fire so like, i don’t go near the stove anyway lmao 🕺 but fr I really hope you feel less stressed :(

YES YES YES. I love the wars knits headcanon it’s everything to me, i’ve been tryin to find a good place to throw it in a fic. AND WARS AND LEGEND BONDING OVER CRAFTS IS JUST PEAK

DO IT. DO IT, TAKE MY FUCKING MONEY. /j SOLAR POWERED NIGHT LIGHT GLOWSTICK WARS IS EVERYTHING TO ME

ooooooh okay okay, i like it >:)

istg the ‘hero/vigilante’ type au turning sky into peoples favorites is a real thing, it happened to me writing FH9. He’s my FAVORITE character in that ENTIRE au 😭 im so excited to see what you do with him in this 👁️👁️

remember to take care of yourself 🫶 get some water and snacks if you need em

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #467

Guess what!!! This morning, I woke up, and J decided that we're gonna go to the store!! He decided we're gonna go to the store because I've been talking about wanting a toaster for a long, long time now, but... I put off getting one because my kitchen is very tiny and there's not a whole lot of space. But... he encouraged me with the idea that we'd somehow be able to figure out the logistics. And so... this is what we got!!

...We also got a small blender, because he's wanted to make his own smoothies at home for a while. And also-also, we got a couple new wide, deep plates for our cats, because one of them broke the other day.

Yay!!

So... as you might expect, I am very happy about this development!!! And I expressed that happiness by making a toasted bagel with butter!! Behold!!!

I made a tea to go with it! This time, I decided to combine these four...

J proclaimed quite confidently that it smelled like an old lady going to a department store. But I think, perhaps, his judgment is skewed by the fact that we had just gotten back from one. Still, after putting honey and milk in it, he very much enjoyed my random concoction, almost as much as I enjoyed sharing it with him!

...I think you would have loved my awesome breakfast. I wished you were here.

At some point, too, J and I got really nice pictures of birds! He got a cardinal, while I got a robin! Maybe you'll enjoy these:

Unexpectedly, I was recruited by Ma today to help him move into a new house!! He and his sister Cy and her husband Ch and their son Dn were all living together in this fairly nice apartment complex, but the rent was raised, and so they had to move to a different house.

Naturally, this means that they had to do a lot of packing. Filling boxes with things, putting big furniture onto a moving truck, and so much more stuff!! And there was quite a bit of it, and so Ma took me up on my request for him to count on me!!! He sent me a text, and M brought me right over!!!

My right ribs and right shoulder and arm have been a lot less painful lately, and I think it's because my left leg is mostly moving in the way that it's supposed to, now. And so, I was able to help lift the big, heavy furniture into the moving truck, and also I was able to carry giant, heavy boxes full of things to the moving truck on my own!!! And I gotta say, the work was VERY satisfying!!!

I was pleased to discover that I'm still very strong (though still not as strong as before...), but I was disappointed to discover that I no longer have much in the way of endurance. I can lift the big heavy thing and put it back down, but I can't seem to do it as quickly or as often in a given span of time. I suppose that's to be expected though; I've been basically out of commission for the last few years thanks to my ribs being all stupid. But hopefully that's on the mend. Hopefully. Though I suspect it'll still be a while before I return to my full capacity to do things.

I already know from work that Ma is delightful, and I'm really sad that he's not gonna be working at the bakery with us anymore. But at the same time, I was really glad to meet his sister and her husband and their child, because they're all incredibly delightful people!! And I suspect that they're all neurodivergent in similar ways to me, because we skipped the small talk and went straight to deep conversation like no big deal!!! Being in their presence was very refreshing!

It's been a very long time since last I felt this at ease in an unfamiliar space with unfamiliar people!!! And although I've been with Ma and the others for a very long time (I'm actually writing today's letter on my phone at the table in the house they've moved to!), admittedly, I'm kind of reluctant to leave!!

It is currently 8:26pm. And I've been up and active since like 1pm, lifting things and moving around with them basically nonstop!! As you might imagine, my legs and my biceps and my grip flexors are all very sore right now, and once I get home, I have every intention of taking some ibuprofen, getting into an uncomfortably hot shower to help encourage blood flow to my very unhappy muscles, and then going to sleep (after I copy/paste all this into my letter space, haha!!)

I was delighted to discover that Cy and I have a number of similar values and mannerisms!!! We are both very queer and neurodivergent people. We both sing and dance in the kitchen!! And you know what!!! She's very good at singing, too!!! She put her music on her small speaker all day today, full of so many fun songs I don't know, and her voice only served to make it all so much better!!!

She's making Philly steak egg rolls for us as I write this, and Sephiroth, it smells so good in their new kitchen right now. I wish you could be here, because... I think you would have really liked participating in today's activities, actually; you're very strong, and... ya know. Helping a friend move to a new house is one of the most beautifully ordinary things there is.

And the results are very satisfying. And to explain why... one of my favorite quotes is from a wonderful show called Babylon 5, and the quote goes something like...

You know, before I got married, Emily used to come by sometimes and help me clean out my apartment. Well, I asked her, "How come you're so eager to help clean up my place when your place is just as bad?" She said, "Because cleaning up your place helps me to forget what a mess I've made of mine, and…when I sweep my floor, all I've done is sweep my floor. But, when I help you clean up your place, I am helping you."

...

It's a beautiful show full of beautiful quotes, and... I'd give just about anything - anything at all - just to be able to sit and watch it with you.

After eating 4 of those absolutely delectable egg rolls, Cy was gracious enough to bring me home, with even more egg rolls wrapped up for me to share with M and J!! I immediately gave them the egg rolls, took some ibuprofen, and put myself in an uncomfortably hot bath in an effort to combat the Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness that was rapidly starting to set in; I'm sure you're more than a little familiar with that particular phenomenon, goodness me!!

I followed it up with a little too much Tiger Balm, and now my skin feels like it's on fire and in direct contact with dry ice at the exact same time, and this sensation is incredibly uncomfortable, but... I know it's gonna benefit me later. I can already feel some of the pain in my muscle fibers fading away a little, and this is of immense relief.

...Sephiroth. I want to pull you into my world so you can experience some of these wonderful, satisfying feelings for yourself. I want you to be here. I want to show you just how beautiful your life can be. I want to show you just how loved and cherished you can feel. I want to fill your belly with delicious things, and I want to fill your mind with so many tender, wholesome things.

...But I'm all the way over here. And you're all the way over there. And... the other side of all these lovely feelings that I'm carrying right now is that the distance between us feels painfully stark and insurmountable in this moment. And I don't really know what to do about it.

...If you get any ideas, let me know, okay...? Promise me...?

…

I want to keep writing to you, because I love writing to you. But I'm also very tired and I need sleep so that my body can repair itself after today's work. So... I guess I'll stop writing so I can do that.

I love you so much. I hope you know it. I hope that every day, I make it very clear to you. So please do your best to keep yourself safe out there; I and so many others are waiting with bated breath for you to come home.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[cucumbermoon]

Hello! I just wanted to say, I was browsing old Indeedsir posts as is my wont, and I came across your Meet the Family fic, and I really really love it and have read it multiple times. It's still open in a tab on my phone right now. I like Rebecca, she feels like a fleshed out real person and a believable Jeeves relative. I love outsider POV fics where you have to read between the lines, and I think you did that really well in that Rebecca doesn't have the information to understand straight away what she's seeing, but we understand perfectly what's going on between J and B. The contrast between her (understandable) assumptions about how a rich employer would be expected to treat her brother and what becomes clear is the actual reality is so !!!! The way she describes the way Reginald talks about Bertie makes me feral. She thinks Bertie is an idiot but we know he's just babbling because he's nervous about meeting Reg's family!! I adore the way Bertie and Reg are clearly communicating with each other nonverbally from the moment they get there. The moment where Jeeves looks at Bertie chidingly and Rebecca assumes there's no way Bertie could have picked up on it, but then she realizes he looks contrite made me want to scream!!! BEST moment (and there were a LOT of great moments). I love love love your characterization of Bertie, the way he's brilliant in his own way and shows hints of hidden vulnerabilities and is just INCANDESCENTLY in love with Jeeves. The way he tells the swan story oh my god!! (it's funny how we were just talking about that on that tumblr post recently!) Some of the dialogue made me laugh out loud.

There's so much more I want to say but I'm actually not sure how long asks are allowed to be, and I don't know if you even check LJ anymore and I honestly can't figure out how LJ works anyway, but if you ever saw your way to posting it on AO3 I would love to comment on it. I want to write a book report on it. I want to put it in a blender and drink it. I want to boil it down to a tincture and sprinkle drops of it on everything. It's SO GOOD.

Oh, wow. First of all, I am relatively new to tumblr and I don't know how to answer asks other than publicly, so hopefully this is all right! And no, I haven't logged into LJ in over a decade and I have no idea how to do it anymore!

Thank you so much. It's incredible to get any kind of feedback at all on a story I wrote fourteen years ago, but especially getting feedback like this is just incredible. I was (obviously) a much younger and less experienced person when I wrote my little smattering of Jeeves and Wooster fics, and though I have thought of them from time to time I didn't really have the courage to go back and read them again until you wrote to me.

Thank you for reaching out, for opening that door again. I spent last night rereading my Jooster stuff from when I was in my early twenties and it felt like reconnecting with a version of myself I'd almost forgotten. I never really thought about posting my old stuff on AO3, but I'm going to consider it. I will let you know if I do. I remember at the time I intended this particular story to be a part of a series, and I actually have half a chapter each of a story from the perspective of Bertie's sister (that mysterious person!), and Jeeves' uncle Charlie that I was going to add. Maybe I'll dust those off and try to finish them! I also happen to be a huge sucker for outsider POV, so it would be a lot of fun to play around with that series again.

Finally, I am so deeply pleased that you enjoyed it. I know anyone who produces art of any kind hopes that they can make some connection with someone or bring some joy into the world, and it absolutely delights me to know that something I wrote made you happy for a while. I appreciate your generosity in writing to me. Readers like you make writing so much better. People like you make life better.

And yes, it's so funny that we were talking about the swan thing like three days ago. I had forgotten I wrote that same sentiment in a fic a decade and a half ago. I guess none of us change as much as we think we do!

Thank you again. You've made my day, maybe week, maybe month.

[liauditore]

Thought I might say hello and make some small talk, seeing that I'm camping on your trafficshipping tag and all.

Well hi! Lovely place you've got here. Fantastic art, GREAT vibes, very nice. I'm specially enjoying your character rambling; your takes on them are super interesting and they tickle my brain 👀

May I send Divorce Fource/Quartet and Majorwood for the shipping bingo? Divorce Fource were a right mess (affectionate <3) and a perfect one at that, but I can't help but wonder how the recipe would have turned out if the soul ties were Cleo-Pearl, Martyn-Scott.

Also there is so much potential in Limlife Majorwood for eroguro if you're nasty. Which I am. Time cannibalism, respawning mechanics, birthday time... blender go brrrr 👀

!!!!!!!

y'all are really enabling my habit of long ass posts huh 😭😭

OK SO first off thankyou so much?? thats so sweet?????? 😭😭 i really don't think my character ramblings are anything special, but i like reading other ppls insane takes so i thought i'd provide others with the same 👍

not to get too into it but i feel like a series like life smp is best enjoyed with your own crazy delulu takes (similar to touhou if anyone heres familiar w/ that fandom). and it makes me kinda sad to see ppl arguing abt whats 'canon' or 'correct' cus that's no fun lol

ANYWAY yeah uh im glad u like the vibes!! :J

TREEBARK

this one first cus chronology. I honestly don't know if there's anything I can say here that hasn't been said before? But yeah they're. tasty. something about martyn waiting the entirety of third life to betray ren and never getting the chance and now longing to have him back. lots of regret but regret. for what. yknow. and ren always looking out for martyn even from a distance. and then martyn losing that connection in limlife.

yeah i can see why people ship lmao

uhh i don't really know what else to write here so have some of my insane ramblings copy+pasted from my shipping doc 👍

Martyn fancies himself a schemer, someone who's not afraid to play the game the way it's intended. If that means earning a powerful ally's trust only to shatter it then he was going to do it. Only, Martyn's bark is worse than his bite, and every night he spends in lying awake in those soft, warm sheets that Ren had laid out just for him (freshly washed too, he might add. Smelled like sunshine) he wonders if he can do it. He can, of course. (he can't. he won't. he's too soft. soft and useless.) He'd cut his head off already. (he wants to vomit) (this is why no one needs you. wants you. loves you) Who cares about other people anyway? He is the only one who really matters. (the thought of being alone makes him want to cry) Ren, on the other hand, is a capable leader. The definition of loyal and dependable, if not a bit dramatic. He struggles with self-worth, being good enough, useful enough, powerful enough. But to others, he's the opposite, caring and protective of any who would ask for his aid. After all, every citizen deserves to live in safety and comfort, and providing that is what a good King would do. ~ Martyn's not as sneaky as he thinks he is. Ren knows. Ren sees the signs. It's a death game for a reason. But he doesn't let Martyn know. He doesn't even hold it against him. He doesn't see the bloodthirst anymore, only the broken pieces lying underneath. ~ or the King's Hand, it was the thrill of feeling Useful, Powerful, Feared (loved). He was going to miss it after he betrayed him, the high of bloodlust, the smell in the air as he charged into battle. (the way his hands held him so gently) For the King himself, deep down he knew it was never to be. He had met a monster, but he hoped his efforts calmed the storm ever so slightly. On some days, he pretends to forget about the death game entirely and imagines the speech he'd give to retire his Hand. "You don't have to fight anymore," he'd say, "I'll take care of you from now on, I promise. So put the sword down, okay?" But in the end, it was all a fantasy, wasn't it?

^ yes this is so cheesy but so are they.

Cry with me again Smile with me again Scream with me again Sing with me again Dance with me again Talk to me again…

"Lower One's Eyes" (Oktavia translyrics)

MAJORWOOD

I think.. I talk too much abt scott seeing as that's who everyone points out when it comes to my headcanons 😭😭 but uh i swear everyone else is just as messed up. and martyn is like. just as bad if not worse (if that wasn't made clear from my ramblings before)

anyway uh say it with me rebound 👏 relationship 👏

i think they're both.. very numb to it all once limlife rolls around. they're just tired and have this mutual understanding and both think they're horrible people. martyn just wants to play the game. scott doesn't even know what he wants anymore.

but ofc, they're both still human and want love and comfort, so they try to seek that from one another. even if it's fake. even if it doesn't matter in the end.

Baby, though I've closed my eyes I know who you pretend I am I know who you pretend I am

Washing Machine Heart (Mitski)

We’re the Delusioned Victim Cash-in Union Praise to the “love” that will bring salvation!  Two fools singing to a shallow melody Restart, reflation, teleportation Time and again we’re stuck in rotation Circles inside a love without any ending

MKDR (SirHamnet Lyrics)

Scott uses Martyn as a replacement for Jimmy and Martyn uses Scott as a replacement for Ren. they know they dislike eachother (see: all of double life) and that only one of them will make it out alive. but they can't get that love and comfort from anyone else now.

also uhhh eroguro my beloved...... im assuming this is getting brought up cus of my mentions of loving eroguro in the past. and yes to all of that very much i agree. but i do have kind of.. a limit to what i do w/ these characters specifically because of the fandom/ccs (at least publicly). if i ever do decide to share the nastier stuff in my head or go into detail on gore and whatnot i'd probs make a sideblog and tuck it away and maybe block scott and martyn for always somehow showing up on my posts lmao

[leviabeat]

From VolbeatSpirits.com

Written by Ryan J. Downey

Before he became the singer, guitarist, and primary songwriter in Volbeat, teenaged Michael Poulsen loved potent music (from heavy metal to rockabilly) and drinking socially. While building an English-style pub in his basement as an adult (which friends describe as “like something out of Peaky Blinders”), Michael discovered a deeper fondness for whiskey and the sense memories it can conjure.

“I was opening all these boxes and deciding what to put on the shelves and what to throw out,” he remembers. “I opened a bottle, took a sip, and my mind just flew away. Suddenly, I was six years old again, on the moped with my dad, going to pick corn for the birds he kept at home. I could taste and smell the grass, green apples, and pears on the trees. I looked at the bottle, and it was a very old Irish whiskey. After that, I wanted to know everything about what makes Irish whiskey so special.”

Plenty of rock stars and celebrities are content to simply slap a label on something. However, as demonstrated by Volbeat’s premium rums, that doesn’t cut it for Poulsen and his bandmates, including bassist and backing vocalist Kasper Boye Larsen and cofounding drummer Jon Larsen.

“At the regular corner supermarkets, they just have one brand, and it’s so terrible I wouldn’t even polish my bike with it,” explains Poulsen. “I couldn’t understand why getting good Irish whiskey around the world was so difficult. You must really know where to go. After making a lot of rum, I thought it would be a great challenge for someone to make an Irish whiskey with a Danish band.”

Enter the Great Northern Distillery, the largest independent distillery in Ireland.

Thanks to its proximity to the pure waters of the Cooley Mountains, brewing began in earnest in the historic Town of Dundalk in the late 1600s. The Great Northern Distillery operates on the former Great Northern Brewery site in Dundalk, Co. Louth; the original brewery on site was in 1896. The inaugural three-year-old Irish whiskey the Great Northern Distillery produced came of age in 2018.

The late Brian Watts, master distiller and general manager at GND worked with Michael on the original blends for what became Outlaw Gentlemen. (Sadly, Watts passed away in late 2022.) Distiller, blender, and Head of Commercial Operations Brian Mongan saw the final product through.

“We went for a walk of the distillery and saw how they were working, then sat down at a table and started talking,” Poulsen remembers. Over time, samples arrived in Denmark from Ireland. “Brian Mongan really did an amazing job helping me find the right casks, barrels, and everything for this.”

Mongan remembers the collaborative process fondly. “Some people might say, ‘Oh, that guy didn’t make the whiskey himself.’ But Michael was very active in the direction of where the finished product went. A Michelin-star chef collects the best ingredients and assembles them. They don’t necessarily farm the animals and grow the vegetables. With a blended whiskey, you’re essentially pulling levers with flavor, pulling one thing back to accentuate something else. That’s one of our core competencies as a company: we distill, we mature, and we also produce whiskey blends.”

Poulsen describes the process as not unlike songwriting. “I write songs that I want to listen to, using all the elements, inspirations, and tastes I want to put into the music. It can be very detailed or straightforward. It’s the same with whiskey, figuring out what you like the best. Do it with heart.”

Ultimately, it was important for the Outlaw Gentlemen blends to capture that same immersion Michael experienced when a single sip sent him back into a fond childhood memory. “It’s a very personal whiskey. I wanted to have that feeling of being on my dad’s moped again. Everyone can come on a journey drinking it beyond just getting drunk. Great Irish whiskey can do that for you. ‘Oh my God, I’m back at my grandmother’s house. I recognize this smell.’ It’s beautiful.”

Like Outlaw Gentlemen & Shady Ladies (the multi-platinum album from which it takes its name) and everything bearing their name, Volbeat crafted Outlaw Gentleman with passion, intention, and authenticity.

[marsable-27]

"Why couldn't Richard watch me?" Damian demanded, shoving the plate of chicken nuggets and barbecue sauce away from him. Damian was pissed; if it was Richard watching him, he knew that Damian is a vegetarian and would have made him pb and j for snacks or macaroni and cheese.

But for a stalker, Tim didn't really know Damian.

"Look, this is only going to be the one time. Richard is out on a date with Kori." Tim explained, exasperated as he took the plate of chicken fingers and wondered if maybe Damian preferred steak fingers since he was so fancy.

"The Tamaranian princess? That's an appropriate union indeed." Damian mulled over as he began to pull out ingredients for a chocolate shake.

"Damian, you haven't had any lunch-"

"It's because you're giving me meat and I'm a vegetarian." Damian cut off, scooping vanilla ice cream into the blender and chopped up banana into it. He squeezed chocolate syrup all over it then added the milk, placing the pitcher on the blending machine.

"Okay fine, I'll make you something else but it's too early to have chocolate shakes, Damian." Tim said as he stepped into the kitchen and tried to take the pitcher from Damian.

"Hey, don't take this away from me Drake!"

"Just give me the damn thing and I'll make you something else-"

"At this point I'm going to ask TODD to watch me-"

Damian pressed the on button on the blender...but forgot to put the lid on it, chocolate banana shake getting all over the both of them.

Dick returns to a huge mess but he's not mad; the expression on Damian and Tim's face has him laughing so hard, he takes a picture of the both of them like this and sends it to the BatFam group chat.

Then he makes the both of them clean up the mess as Dick heads into his room to change.

Damian: Richard I demand you read this book to me.

Dick: Aww Dam! Of course I will! Do you want me to do the voices?

Damian: If it brings you joy… I will allow you to do them.

Dick: Sure Dami I can do the voices!

Damian: …

Damian: Thank you Richard.

[realworld25]

Tesseract Blender animation:

I once again tried to work in blender trying to get the tesseract shape sorted and animated, I had gotten to the point where I had it before where it was a simple mesh shape and much faster this time, but I ran into the same road block again where I couldn't connected the points like I thought I could.

After a few tries of connecting them I still couldn't do it, but thats when I had the genius idea of putting them as the same object with command J.

Doing this i not only got a new UI that I was familiar with but i was then able to connect the different point on the shape with Shift+left click, filling in the faces I needed using the 'F' key.

After that I was able to thicken the outlines to give it that sort of tesseract shape that I wanted while keeping the faces of the shapes transparent.

But after that it was a simple thing of using the same key framing knowledge that I had brought over from the after effects work i had previously done here:

Finally rendering it I was able to actually see it as an animation, the rendering process being slow but interesting t watch as the software chugged through each frame.

Final animation:

I really like how it came out I love how the shadows mess with the object and scene in general as well as how I used my branding colours (Pink) from my brand guide lines I used previously:

But apart from that I think if i had done this again I'd have to try and keep it in frame as well as adding some more dynamic movements into it to try and make the animation more interesting, that and I think it would be good to try and add more colours and even a background if I am able to.

To do List:

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