#you don't have proper lemonade

[itsmebytch001]

PILOT:

Angel had noticed Alastor had barley moved from his frozen stance awaiting by the door like a statue looking off into the distance clutching his staff with an unusually tight grip.

Angel: "Hey Husk, what's got Al all frozen like that?"

Husk looked up from his rag shining his glass and glanced over to Alastor still frozen and unblinking.

Husk: "Ugh, His kids coming to visit, they don't see each other often but whenever they do see each other, Al makes a whole big thing of it, stressin me out" He grumped out.

Angel: "His daughter? How is that possible? Ain't me like, Asexual or something? How you gonna have a kid if you won't bone?"

Husk: "I dunno, maybe she's adopted, she got his eye's though"

Angel: "Huh, so you've met her?"

Husk: "A couple times"

Angel: "Is she like him...with the radio and the tentacles?"

Niffty: "Nah"

Angel: "Ah! Niff Jesus we gotta but a bell on ya, you can't just run up on a guy like that jeez"

Niffty: "She's more into modern tech, and no tentacles, none that Ive seen" She said caressing her knife slowly.

Angel: "aha, well why she coming in now? it's been like five month's I ain't never heard him talk about her"

Husk: "No idea, last I heard they fell out after she brought a TV"

Niffty: "The guy hates Tech" She said, scratching her knife into the wooden table front of the bar.

*knock Knock*

Alastor's already strained smile expanded to reach his eyes as he strides to the door swiftly opening the door to reveal...

Alastor: "Y/N! So very good to see you my dear, Oh how I've missed you" He said pulling her in to the foyer in a tight, unnatural embrace , Angel leered over to get a proper look at her, from across the room little could be seen her face squashed into her fathers torso as she pushed herself away he squinted to look at her face, and indeed he did have his eyes, but little else, except the yellow teeth.

Y/n: "Good to see you to Dad, I've missed you too i guess" She said under her breath.

Alastor's eye twitched, you had just walked in the door and already you are testing him.

Alastor: "I heard that My love, keep your snide little comments to yourself, m'kay?" He asked, snapping his neck to the left.

Alastor: "Chum's! come greet my dear Y/n won't you?!" He bellowed pushing you towards the bar by the small of your back.

Y/n: "Dad, I already know Niff and Husk I-"

Alastor: "OH! but you haven't met Angel Dust, oh he's such a character" He said practically shoving you onto a stool across from Angel.

Y/n: "Hey Husk"

Husk: "Hey Y/n...you want me to make you something?"

Y/n: "Yeah, Gin and Tonic please" You said slumped over the bar.

Alastor: "She'll take a strawberry lemonade"

Y/n: "Dad I'm too old for thi-"

Alastor: "She'll take a strawberry Lemonade" He said again sternly looking you in the eye.

Alastor: "Now my Dear, where oh where are you belongings'?"

Y/n: "Just outside the door" You answered as Husk poured you a Strawberry Lemonade passing it over to you.

Alastor: "Good good, Husk go take them to Y/n's room won't you?"

Husk: "I'm a bartender not a bags boy Al"

Alastor: " I said go get her bags"

Husk lowly exhaled and dragged his sorry self towards the door.

Alastor: "right well, Angel this is my daughter Y/n"

Angel: "Daughter aye? And how exactly did that happen?"

Alastor: "Why what ever do you mean dear Angel?"

Angel: "Ain't you asexual? Can't exactly have a kid if you ain't boned someone"

Alastor: "Oh! well I made her of course"

Angel: "What?"

Y/n: "He made me, as a precaution"

Alastor: "Oh no dear we've been over this, I made you because I wanted to raise you"

Y/n: "Uh huh"

Angel: "Wait wait, I'm confused did you make her as like, a Frankenstein while you were alive or like..?"

Alastor: "No no, I bared no children when I was alive I made her down here"

Angel: "Okay but HOW?"

Alastor: "with some gold dust, an old voodoo doll and a rib of mine. It doesn't hurt to to supplied with a sum of power and magic of course"

Angel: "...uh huh" he watched as Husk dragged your bags up the stairs.

Alastor: "And my lovley creation will be staying with us for some times"

Y/n: "A month, that's all"

Alastor: "Oh a whole month! we have so much catching up too do, shame you won't ever answer any of my messages"

Y/n: "maybe I would if it weren't in the form of a telegram!"

Alastor: "Oh you young people, with your phones and TV's, whatever happnded to radio"

Y/n: "oh god please don't start" He patted your head as you slumped even further down the bar.

Alastor: "Yes well, while you chat with Angel I'll be sure to arrange the others I'm sure they'll be dying to meet you"

Y/n: "Yeah, okay Dad" you said dismissively sipping on your straw, Alastor of course saw this as his body tensed forcing himself to walk off following Husk up the stairs to corral the other tenants.

Angel: "So, Toot's you don't seem all that happy to see your pop's why is that?"

Y/n: "I didn't want to come here, It's just till extermination day since that dates been moved up"

Angel: "Oh, so your coming here for safety? well this place get's attacked every other week so I'm not sure if that's a great idea"

Y/n: "Oh no, I don't want to be here, It's just my Dad is convinced my place isn't safe enough, and he goes on about how we barley chat (mainly because he refuses to get a phone) and like 'how would I know if you were slain, am I just supposed to go looking for you sliced corpse' and besdies it's not like I have a choice so here I am, until the end of this month and then I'll finally go home again and not talk to the fucker for another seven years"

Angel: "Damm, if you hate the guy so much why not just not come, technically your Hell born so I'm sure you could leave the city, go on down somewhere like Pride, or Lust he can't come dragging you back"

Y/n: "Oh, but he can"

Angel: "How? Guy can't leave the ring"

Y/n: "You've seen that keyring of that little doll on his staff?"

Angel: "Yeah?"

Y/n: "That's me. He shakes that thing a couple times and BOOM and back where he wants me, coming 'voluntarily' just feel's less shit I guess"

Angel:" Oh...Damm" he looked over around the bar awkwardly tapping his foot waiting for Al to come back while you sipped on your god damm strawberry Lemonade.

Pt 2 anyone?

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Let's go enjoy the sun and 55!

Hopefully I'm doing this correctly eksoqheb-

Let's go enjoy the sun!

Haru might have convinced you to help out for their fundraiser so let's see who are the three people who come to spend the evening in Jabberwock

Wc: ~1,8k

“Is everything ready?” Haru asks from the door of Jabberwock while he carries out a very homemade stand under his arm before setting it down. It's the equivalent to a child's lemonade stand but rather it read ‘jabberwock fundraiser’ in big black letters

“Are you honestly doing this?”

“We are really in need of money, ren!” He pouts before saying something to Towa who was humming in agreement.

“Why are you even here? You aren't even part of Jabberwock” Ren looks up from his raid to side eye you.

“Haru looked pretty depressed while he vented so I decided to help”

“Are you stupid or spineless?” a sigh leaves his lips and he doesn't wait for an answer before focusing again on his phone.

“Stop bothering them, Ren! At least I heard what you said so now you only have to wait on visitors and charge them”

“And you forced me to not take shifts to do what I do for my job?” 

Ignoring him Haru pulls a marker and writes down the prices.

500 yen for 30 minute foraging group tour with Towa

800 yen for 30 minute capybus ride with Haru

But when you reach your price for essentially frolicking around the hills and sunbathing your breath scapes your lungs

“So expensive”

“Don't undersell yourself!” Haru chimes and towa hums “I'm sure you will get us more earnings than you think!”

“That is like 2500 diamonds in Shock of clans” Ren comments, and it makes you remember when he spent 30 minutes thinking if buying diamonds was smart. Next he throws a sly smirk  “seems like someone else can take care of the cashier for me”

“Then you can go feed the salamanders! Such good thinking Ren!” Haru chimes.

“Forget it, I just remembered they weren't good at math"

“Hello, senpai” Sho smiles as he hands the money to Ren, who was still bitching about now having to pay proper attention to his job and not the game.

“oh? I didn't expect you to come by, Sho!” quickly you walk around the stand and hug him. Seeing he paid, you link both of your arms and start leading where Haru told you was your ‘station’.  

“and leave you with whatever pervert might come? After you helped around the truck some weirdos came asking when you would be there again” 

“Mhm, so you decided to be the weirdo?” You two walk down a path between some overgrown red cap mushrooms that were as tall as trees, this would be such a good place to record an Alice in wonderland movie.

“Here I come trying to save you from perverts and this is how I get treated?” Sho feigns being hurt, his hand slapping his chest “so what were you supposed to do?”

You throw yourself on the red blanket laying down on the floor before smiling knowing he would crack up “ I'm hosting a flower themed tea party” and your hand signals to the glass teapot with lotus designs and the matching lotus shaped teacups that hotarubi lent “and if you want I can make you a flower crown” without missing a beat he laughs “to be fair, I thought I would lead a tour or play cashier” 

“And they ended up having you serve tea?” You nod “and you didn't complain?” you nod again “well, are you going to pour me or what?” He sits down next to you, soon drinking the jasmine tea.

For the hour that he booked you two mostly chatted about how he was doing, how he was getting closer to Subaru, and how his food truck was going. It was so nice to be able to chat with Sho without Leo interrupting or him dividing his attention between cooking and receiving clients but every few minutes his phone would start buzzing making him frown until he checks who is sending the texts.

“Oi, smile” Sho raises the telephone and takes a photo of you making him a flower crown with some dandelions and wild flowers.

“keeping a photo for the memory? I would have fixed my hair if you were gonna to photograph me” 

“Leo is texting me nonstop, maybe this will stop him a bit” he puts down the phone and grabs one of the cookies that were on the plate, they are the typical chocolate chip cookies from the kiosk but that are a worthy accompaniment.

Not even a few minutes later Leo uploads a post on wickchat and Sho gets a notification, from his scowl you can guess he isn't happy. In his screen there is a story with a snarky comment mocking his friend and soon the comments flooded with people sympathizing with him.

damn, my friend bailed out of a hang out to go out with his crush who doesn't even like him

“That asshole” the comment and the cluck of his tongue slip without thinking, soon getting your attention from the almost finished craft.

“Is it that bad?” Curious, you take your own phone from your cardigan but before even being able to type Leo's user in the search bar Sho throws himself at you, arm quickly swatting away the phone. Effectively ensuring you didn't see the post but making him lose balance and fall over just in time for Ritsu and Ren walking in.

“Hey, YN, can you watch the stand for a sec? He wants to go on a tour and I can't find To-” his eyes widen when he sees the scene “what the…”

“If you  desire to file for sexual harassment I would be honored to be your lawyer in the proceedings”

“Wait a minute this isn't what it looks like!” 

“He just lost balance, there is no need to jump to conclusions”

“No need to feel ashamed, there are two visual witnesses to attest, I'm sure Darkwick will respond”

Soon enough, either because of embarrassment, Ren looking at him with thinly veiled disgust or Ritsu pushing you to file a restraining order, Sho leaves soon after entering jabberwock.

“Tsk, why would you bring me here?” Jin scratches the back of his head, icy blue eyes almost closed due to the sunlight he isn't used to.

“Hermits can be prone to vitamin D deficiency, and I saw this as the perfect opportunity for you to take some sun”

“Go to hell and die, asshole” Jin barks at him between clenched teeth but Thoma doesn't bother with him and goes to the stand.

“Morning, Thoma!” You wave as he gets closer

“inspector? I wasn't expecting to see you here”

“Yeah, Ren left me here while he led a first year to Towa’s tour” your hand points to the wooden slate with the three options and prices.

“Oh? I didn't hear that there were different tours” Thoma grabs his chin, looking over the proposals curiously. Behind him Jin is kicking dirt and cursing under his breath, if he could teleport with his sword why is he here still?

“Yep! Towa just left with the foraging party so he shouldn't return for a good few minutes, but Haru should be back soon”

“Hmm… I do see your name here, do you host a tour of your own?”

“It isn't quite like that” you laugh a bit “we decided that I shouldn't be alone with the anomalies just in case anything goes wrong. I just have a sort of tea party” 

“That does seem more like Jin's thing out of these options” Thoma mumbles lightly

“Oh, right now I'm taking care of the stand so I can't really entertain people” out of nowhere Ren’s hand lands on your shoulder, prompting you to give him his seat, last time you refused to he pulled his floatie around your torso so you couldn't move. He had a smile from ear to ear, sadistic brat.

“did you decide what you want to do?” Ren uses his customer service voice, barely different from his normal voice, just somehow more lifeless. If that was possible.

“we both will go with YN” Thoma pulls his wallet and pays. Ren hums while counting the money.

 Jin scoffs seated on the checkered blanket, a smirk on his lips “so you are going to be waiting on me again, servant”

You roll your eyes at his comment, even if this time you were technically serving him “yeah, yeah, it was indeed on the description” a soft smirk forms between your lips seeing a way to tease him. you turn around to face the teapot you ask “jasmine or black tea?” your hands fiddle with the lid, acting as if you were going to open it and put leaves in.

“Fine then, I want black tea”

“Wrong, it's jasmine” as you turn around to serve it and see his annoyed face and Thoma's amused one “this teapot never runs out of warm tea but it's always Jasmine” silently he complains but still drinks the tea, getting slightly more annoyed from the fact it tastes good, soft flowery flavor that leaves a nice sweetness on the tongue.

“Isn't that quite the useful anomaly?” Thoma muses, watching how slowly the liquid inside swirls from side to side and starts going up, filling itself again.

“I thought the same, Subaru was so nice for lending it to us for a day! He said to take it as Hotarubi’s support” you can remember clearly how he offered it before assuring that he didn't mean that he expected Jabberwock to help his dorm if anything happened! And that it wasn't like he was expecting anything like that and- luckily Haku popped in before his dorm leader had a panic attack.

“Isn't that nice of them? I'm sure we could use a source of warm drinks in Frostheim” 

“Haku told me that the wait list for it can get pretty long, around two months at a time” idly your hand brushes the grass, plucking a white flower growing close to the blanket and you bend the stem to make a small ring. Seeing Jin's pale hand resting on his lap you might as well give it to him but before you lean to the right and grab Jin's hand he moves it.

“Don't even think about it” like a cat with a too cuddly owner, he swipes his hand behind his back.

“Fine, Thoma give me your hand then” you lean forward but before you can grab Thoma's hand Jin snatches it “oh~? I thought you didn't want it”

He stuffs the ring in his pocket “Tsk what you give to your king can't be taken back even if you want to so stop whining”

When the time finished they both walked back to frostheim when Thoma hums softly a song.

“Do you want to die? bastard” when he flips him off the little white flower is in the next finger to the middle finger 

“Did I do something to anger you? It's just some notes” and he keeps humming the wedding march.

[unadulteratedkr]

~Let's talk about credit~

(not financial credit trust me you don't want to take financial advice from me lol)

No, today I am inviting y'all to the table to talk about the importance of crediting other creators in fandom!

Because, listen. We don't have a peer-review system. We don't have to submit our stuff to a plagiarism checker or go through stringent editing when shitposting on tumblr; we operate in an honor system of crafting folklore using our favorite blorbos, and that means that inspiration and using the specific words and images from canon creates a grey area on what ought to be credited, and how to do it in a way that creates a solid, strong community.

Here's a little of my philosophy and how I give proper credit where it's due, so I figured I'd share them to hopefully encourage others in making sure no one out there ends up becoming fandom's James Somerton

1. Links are your friends, use them enthusiastically

Drooled over a gifset that made you write a poem? Read a fic that made you pull out your embroidery hoop? Saw some art that made you write a song? Link to the original! Tag the original artist, hyperlink to the giffer, share the fic via the amazing shortcut button on Ao3, it's what those creators deserve! Even if it's a shitpost, that creator is where your idea started, and it's the right thing to do to share directly where your audience can connect with the person who inspired you.

This holds INFINITELY true if you are directly quoting someone. If you've used someone else's words to create your own work, link back to the original. No one wants to be sent a fic or a funny post on tumblr and then feel the sinking pit in their stomach when they realize that post is their own words with someone else's name on them.

2. Ask for permission when you can

Now, the reason I threw the addendum on this with "when you can" is because knowing when to ask for permission is more of an art versus a science. I myself have written more than one fic inspired by art where I didn't reach out to the artist before I shared the fic because I had no contact with them (the joys of me refusing to touch the garbage that is the bird site). BUT this is why point number one is to always link back to the original inspiration, because I believe that should always be the bare minimum.

THAT BEING SAID.

If you have a way of contacting the original fellow fandom person who inspired you? Reach out and ask them if they'd feel comfortable with you creating something! 999 times out of 1000, they're gonna be over the MOON you want to create something inspired by what they made, and they'll be really fucking pleased you reached out to check.

3. Ask yourself: is this a "two cakes" situation or am I putting my name on someone else's cake?

This is another one that can absolutely fall into a bit of a grey area. I have written many a fic that started out with me reading a take or a fic that went in a WILDLY different direction from what I was expecting or wanted, and I went "okay, fuck it. I'll write my own." And that's absolutely been a great motivator for me to start a project!

HOWEVER.

That is me creating a different flavor of cake, putting my own frosting on it, and probably adding something weird like lemon zest and instant coffee for a lemonade cappucino chiffon that shouldn't work (but definitely does, trust me)

If I were to have read a fic or a take and then gone, "Oh, yeah, definintely, here's the same idea but now I've rephrased it juuust a little and now it's under MY username on my blog".... that's slapping a different color of frosting on the same cake and claiming it's mine. If you find yourself doing that, I really invite you to pause and consider why you felt the need to do so instead of sharing the original post.

Like, not to bring Shakespeare into it (they say, poorly concealing their icon), but fandom can be exactly like how Juliet views love. Sharing joy in what others have created absolutely can be as "boundless as the sea [...] the more I give [...], the more I have, for both are infinite". It does not take away from the joy your fellow fandom friends will have in your own original work to share the work of others.

4. Hyping up your inspiration is FUN

Finally, this is more of me going "no really, proper credit isn't going to mean people love YOU less" because I truly believe in the power of how much FUN it really is to give credit where it's due. I was buzzing for WEEKS in anticipation of publishing Objection! and The 'I Duoy' Newlywed Special because the marvelous @jackuntiljune had brainstromed with me on the name for the boat my boys eloped on. And I get so fucking giddy when I see someone comment on those fics about the name of the boat because I get to take a giant breath and go "MY FRIEND JACK CAME UP WITH IT, AREN'T THEY AMAZING?!"

If you practice giving credit where it's due, I promise promise PROMISE it will become a joy. It's FUN getting to bring more people into the sandbox to play, and I know I love it when there's more than one person out there I can yell at (affectionate) when I've been emotionally destroyed (again, affectionate) by a gifset or art or fic <3

Thanks so much for reading this far! I can't wait to keep sharing inspiration with all of you out there

[uumeboshii]

tadashi sits up straight, broad shoulders back and his gaze avoiding yours. his freckled cheeks are rosy, matching his pretty, plump lips.

"it's okay, y'know. you look really tense, like, very" you say, a lighthearted hand grazing his, the one on his knee, his legs folded neatly under him. he nods because he knows, he knows it's fine with you, but everything leading to this event had made his muscles hard as a rock and his hands clammy.

you had been talking to him and hitoka earlier that week, probably on monday between class and the beginning of their practice. hitoka had been rambling about a nice boy she'd met a few months ago and how she was ready to, maybe, initiate a kiss. you tried to give her some advice, but the opinion she wanted the most was the one of a man.

"so, tadashi! how have you been approached? i really don't want to mess this up, and tsukki doesn't seem like the type to talk about this stuff..." hitoka had turned to him with her big, wide eyes full of curiosity, only to encounter a flustered 180 centimeters boy, cheeks red and stuttering.

"i-uhm, well. when- the instances, yes, they... pleasant. have been. they've been pleasant. consent. hiro! hey, hitoka, isn't it time for you guys to, uh, prepare the equipment? i'll be there in a minute!"

"yes, cap" hitoka grabbed the first-year manager and led him into the gym, leaving you with tadashi. it was funny, truly, but you had to hold in your laughter in order to not embarrass him even more.

"what was that?" you asked, lips pressing together. tadashi was covering his face with both hands, big and calloused. pretty.

"a secret"

"i can keep a secret" lie. but hitoka was usually the one listening to you telling other people's business, so this actually seemed immoral.

he dragged his hands down his face, putting them on his waist (did he get that from the previous captain?). "...kissedanyone"

you frown at him, turning your head a little. "say that again?"

"i've never... kissed. no one." he looked down, standing on the balls of his feet.

it wasn't that bad, right? you couldn't wrap your head around it, with him being so kind, smart, dedicated and with that defined body of his- ah.

"i can teach you"

"shouyo has tried but-" you raise your hand, stopping him mid-sentence.

"proper, hands-on teaching. come to my house on... thursday. no one's home, and you don't have practice." behind him, kageyama was rapidly walking towards you- him, really, and he looked a bit mad. "time to go. see you!"

"you didn't even give me time to process, you just ran away and left me with an angry kageyama practically dragging me to practice" he says, still avoiding your eyes. you had plenty of time, but having him so close and all to yourself made it intoxicating. you want him now. so you nod, inch closer to him who's at the edge of the bed. face to face.

"'m sorry, i was nervous too." middle and pointer finger dance up his arm, resting on his shoulder. "tell me to stop and i will, yes? it's just kisses." it's his turn to nod, and he finally looks at you. you give him a close-lipped smile and peck his cheek. "close your eyes."

he obeys, long eyelashes brushing against his skin. you lean in, softly pressing your lips to his. after a few seconds, you pull away.

"that's a peck." he nods again, his hand moving to properly hold yours.

"i gave my cousin one when we were babies."

"yeah, been there... i'll kiss you properly. do what i do, okay?" you look at him, he whispers okay and you lean in, a simple peck again. your free hand moves to the nape of his neck, slightly parting your lips. he does so, too, and you kiss. your lips move, softly, unsynchronized and so, so sweet.

his lips are soft and taste faintly of the lemonade you offered him when he got to your place. he gains confidence after a few movements, leaning in and doing his best to keep up with you and the pace that's been set.

you feel bold, so you tug him closer and deepen the kiss, a choked uhmf leaving tadashi as he adjusts to the new sensation, his hands on your waist, gripping tightly.

it's all so nice, not smooth, but the innocence of it makes your stomach flutter every time your teeth end up clashing or your noses bump into each other. he pulls apart, glossy lips spreading into a smile.

"what"

"nothin'. you're just really soft. i like it."

[bornagainmurdock]

ice cream // matt murdock

A new ice cream shop had popped up just outside of Matt's apartment. It was one of those shops with a rotating menu, and a dozen of the weirdest ice creams the shop employees could fathom.

It had been over two weeks since you and Matt had gone on a proper date, something that you promised to do once a week as a vow to make time for one another. It was your turn to plan, so you scheduled the day and time making sure Matt was availible, but not the place. This is where the new ice cream shop could come in handy.

"Can you read the menu to me again? I can't decide between a few of them." Matt was facing you, feeling you scan the menu over and over.

You had walked Matt here after he got off from work and decompressed for a bit. You didn't tell him where you were going until you stepped in the front door of the shop and he heard the silly pop music blasting on the speakers.

"Yah I can! Okay, vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, you know the regulars. Then for ice cream, there's an olive oil avocado ice cream, mango passion fruit, marshmellow and liquid smoke, blueberry banana, and red hots and sriracha. Then for the sorbets there is raspberry cotton candy, blackberry kale, juniper mint, and mint lemonade." Each one felt like a tongue twister.

"I feel more confused. Are there two you're deciding between?" Matt was smiling, knowing this was the key to helping you decide your own choice.

"I have to know what the olive oil and red hots ones tastes like. How do those sound?" You said, leaning on Matt.

"Sounds great." He said before approaching the counter to order. He got you both one scoop in fear both would be too much if you got more.

Matt paid and you grabbed the bowls and spoons, leading him to a table to sit.

"First bites!" You said grabbing a small spoonful, Matt doing the same, to 'cheers' one another. "Ooo, Matty what do you think? I really like the olive oil one actually. Here have a bite."

You grabbed another spoonful and passed it to his lips.

"I think you're right, the olive oil is oddly really good. I didn't expect to like the red hot one this must either. Here."

He passed a bite to you as well, waiting for your mouth to find his spoon.

"Oh damn! I don't know how they made both of these weird flavors so good but we're coming back here regularly now."

"I concur." Matt said, giggling.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

10 Jikook Fanfictions Part 1

I said I'd make a list before the end of the year and I kept my promise. Now, it's difficult to choose, especially when I have more than 300 bookmarks and unfortunately I also started doing that some year and a half ago. Safe to say, there's probably plenty of good fics I read that are now lost. Anyway, enough with the boring chit chat, here's 10 random jikook fics in no particular order and most likely, several other parts will follow, probably next year 😉

1. Dead in the Water

It's been a couple of years since I read this and honestly, I barely remember much, but what I do know it's that it had an impact on me. Usually fics that have death as a central theme end up resonating with me, but perhaps it's because I've always been attracted to more darker fiction. This one is gritty and there's a lot of pain and I must have cried a lot (those tend to stick in my head)

2. we're holding hands beneath the silver screen

I think this story is taking place in the 90s (you'll see that a lot of the fics I recommend are taking place in the past). I think I ended up reading everything ChimneyCricket wrote, but this one remained a favorite. Coming of age during a summer in Jeju in the 90s. Apart from the theme, it's the writing that made me stick with it.

I'm not the biggest fan of young adult stories. Or better yet, it's not something that I'd go to as a preference. When I do, it's more of an indulgence and thankfully, I found some writers (like this one) who can do a really good job with the genre.

3. Stockwell

Another writer that I've become a big fan of after reading one fic of theirs. And I think it might have been Stockwell that did it for me. I like that it's fanfiction with adult themes for an adult audience. And I also resonate with a lot of the cultural references and themes. I will also admit that this fic leaning into the enemies to lovers trope was a selling point because I'm a sucker for it. I can't help myself.

4. Burn for You

This is a complete self indulgence for me and I embrace it. Just like watching Bridgerton is a guilty pleasure for which I don't actually feel guilty (and the inspo for this fic). This story has everything and I must say the combination of lust, fear of revealing feelings, rumors, proper behavior and hidden romance is a lethal combination!

5. Light of a century

I might have recommended this story before, but it being inspired by Up on Poppy Hill is not just due to the plot, but the writing is able to evoke that studio Ghibli mood. This fic is to be read on a hot weekend afternoon.

6. Map of the Soul

This might be one of the most complex fanfictions I read due to the amount of research needed, but also in the depiction of political contexts and identity politics. Most of all, I like it because as much as relationships are a vital part of the story, there is an entire world surrounding the main characters. Events and other people that have also room to develop and not just remain props that advance the story.

7. Proceed with Caution

I don't know what snatchim did with this fic, but it's the only one I ever reread multiple times and I'll probably do it again in the future. I don't even reread books from my library, let alone fanfics. But Proceed with Caution did it for me. Perhaps it's because of the process of Jungkook inevitably falling for Jimin and even though it's a bad thing considering the context, it's so good. Maybe it's the image of Jimin with a bellybutton ring or maybe because the picture of hot Californian days in the 70s is so vivid, it feels like a nostalgic Paul Thomas Anderson movie.

8. Dishwater World They Said Was Lemonade

The description does not do this story justice because it's so much more than that. It's a canon compliant thriller with really complicated and complex characters and once again, a story meant for adults who understand that it's fiction. Unfortunately, judging by the comment section, a lot of people cannot distinguish betweem real people and characters. For those of you who might be fans of Korean thrillers, this story might be the one for you. It's also one of my favorite jikook fics as well.

9. souvlaki

Need I say more, considering the description? This is a self indulgence as well, but of a different kind. If I happily read tropey fics, I also like the ones that can sound like a uni course. Set during the 1997 FMI crisis in SK, any reader will get familiar with a socioeconomic and political perspective of that time through the eyes of the main characters. If you're only looking for romance, this one is not for you.

10. you wouldn't remember

I think littleflumes might be currently my favorite writer of canon compliant jikook. I think the author really captured their dynamic in its essence and the room left for fiction perfectly fills in the holes left in the last 2 years and up until the present. But what did it for me, not only with this story, but the others in the series as well, is that it's concentrated almost entirely on the two main characters, almost living in a bubble of their own in which their relationship can be explored.

[thescarlettbitch]

Worshipping Inanna / Ishtar

This is an informative post about how Inanna was worshipped, or believed to be worship, back in her time, and at the end I'll share how I worship her.

Ritual sex - her high priestess would have ritual sex (whether it was true sex or symbolic is unknown) with the new king to ensure his fortune.

Gender non-conformity - her cult was primarily composed of those outside the binary, and shows men and women adopting the opposing dialect and engaging in sex with each other.

Music and art - most of her myths are in the form of Hymns, and most of her followers were artists, musicians, or dancers. Specifically, war dances would be done in her temple.

Libations - a libation is the ritualistic act of pouring a liquid offering straight from a container onto the earth. In depictions, the person doing the offering was naked.

Unfortunately, due to the passage of time, many specific rituals have been lost. I've scoured and this is really all I can find about her ancient original worship, and a lot of it is disputed because no one knows what was a metaphorical ritual or an actual ritual.

That being said, here is how I worship her in the modern day.

Self-confidence - Inanna was not one to be meek, it is said by many experts and proven in her myths that she was headstrong and didn't care how she was perceived. To honor her, I wear whatever I want. I have a very alternative style and I used to fear people looking at me. She has helped silence my worry and in turn, helped me gain confidence.

Non-conformity - I'm nonbinary, and although my femininity is a major part of my identity, so is masculinity, and so is androgyny. Learning that she had a queer cult following was so liberating, as before learning that I felt like it was wrong of me to work with her. So every little thing I do that isn't in the social construct of the gender binary is for her.

Libations - lucky for me, this is one area of her ancient worship that can be done in a modern setting. I don't have a "proper" container, I just use a normal glass. I've done it with water, coffee, tea, lemonade, and even kool-aid.

Honey/Butter cakes - in, I believe, Inanna and The God Of Wisdom, Enki welcomes her with honey/butter cakes and alcohol. I have only made a honey cake once before and it was shit, but I plan on trying again soon to combine both into a honey bourbon cake. I know they didn't have bourbon back then, but it's a local good I can find and adds a personal touch.

Self love - my fiancé lives across an ocean, so some things we can't do together (both living with family and thin walls), so to honor and worship her, self love is a great way for those in similar situations and she enjoys it from what I've seen.

Offerings - usually dates, sometimes cherries, often lemonade or tea, and more recently honey whiskey. These offerings might not be "traditional" in style, but they work for me and her. I have a small glass from an old Costco tiramisu and an iridescent bowl I got half off at our local grocery, both have an 8pointed star on them. Usually I sit them out for days at a time, or at least over night, and then either ingest them or just toss it in the trash (any other alternative isn't doable in my current situation)

Music - I listen to a variety of music with her, songs about sex, love, anger, fighting, injustice. She loves it, and if you want more detail on this I have a post about the songs on her playlist here.

Driving with the windows down - I love driving, and I feel like doing so with the windows down is an easy multitasking way to cleanse myself and invite good vibes in. Usually I do this while playing her playlist.

Making posts - it may seem a little silly, but a way I honor her is keeping her and her family alive. They are old deities, their civilizations and worshippers lived about 6,000 years ago, and some of her family have had their names lost to time. Making posts about them helps get word out, and keep them "alive".

Digital temples - I play the sims 4 and I saw someone talk about how they wanted to make a temple to their goddess in the game, so... I'm making my own. And will probably have my sims "worship" her via a club. Some people don't see this as an act of worship, but I do. As @thrashkink-coven said in this post, the gods are as modern as they are ancient. I know she enjoys it.

I will go through and make a full post detailing specific UPGs (personal practice things not backed in historical fact) with her, for anyone interested.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Given that the farmer is frequently pulling weeds, it would make sense that there’s an occasional bit of skin irritation and burns from touching specific weeds. How would the SVE spouses respond to their partner getting burns from improper handling of weeds and plants?

I imagine Magnus and Sophia probably both know a bit about these plants and might have even told the farmer ahead of time to be cautious.

Oof, I can feel that nasty itch because of plants right on my own skin from just reading this ask.... Burns from weeds and plants, brrrrr!

Nevertheless, it's a very interesting question! Enjoy some headcanons, dear anon! 🫰💕

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SVE bachelors/ettes react to Farmer's weed burns:

Magnus Rasmodius:

Magnus could understand the first time a Farmer came home from the field covered in scratches and red spots. It happens, even the most experienced farmers and gardeners make mistakes.

...But this was the fifth time in a row.

"I can't get it why you allow this to happen, love. Treating weed burns is hardly a pleasant pastime." "But you do care about me, Razzy." "We can do that without the burns, you know."

After healing Farmer's skin, Magnus will ask his spouse what the reason is for their continued disregard for safety rules while pulling weed.

Maybe their farmer's overall isn't comfortable for work? Is it too hot in this clothes? Does the poor quality fabric make everything itch even more than the grass burns itself?

Let Farmer speak, and the wizard will find a solution. With or without magic.

Victor:

Victor covered Farmer with bandages and ointment almost from head to toe. Well, because Farmer was covered in red spots from head to toe, so that makes sense.

"You're allergic to weeds! What if you started having trouble breathing and then choking?

Farmer now definitely regretted not wearing their farm clothes to treat the field for weeds. Because worried Victor looks like he's going to cry.

And he can be understood - Farmer is risking their life not only on an adventure, but also on the quiet work on the farm field! Although they can avoid danger by at least wearing gloves.

Speaking of which... "Gloves, no buts! Please... don't injure yourself."

It's now Victor's job to remind Farmer for proper farm clothes and gloves (also lightly slap their hands when they want to scratch itchy skin).

Lance:

Lance's stern look immediately made Farmer realise that they were now in trouble for their own carelessness.

Though it would seem they hadn't been on the missions for a week or so, fully immersed in harvesting a bountiful crops. But now...

"You're constantly risking your life fighting monsters. So why would you risk your life in your own home? Such an aggressive weed allergy can quickly go from annoying itchiness to suffocation."

Lance activated his healing magic and began treating Farmer. "...You want me to find you with no signs of life in your own field?" Ouch...

"No more risking your health like that, my love." From a stern look to a look full of concern for his loved one.

If need be, Lance could put a special protective barrier on Farmer's skin, but wearing protective clothes necessary too.

Sophia:

Sophia always had a first aid kit nearby for such occasions when she had to treat grapes for weeds.

She thought that her partner, as an experienced farmer, had also done their best to prevent burns from weeds and grass at work.

But judging by Farmer, whose skin showed a multitude of red spots, the pink-haired girl was wrong.

Poor Sophia was thrashing around the house looking for the first aid kit, quickly treating Farmer's skin.

She absolutely hated to see Farmer squirming in pain. Why didn't he wear special clothes to provide this unpleasant occasion?

She tearfully asks them to be more careful next time.

From now on, Sophia is vigilant to make sure her spouse doesn't forget to put on farmer's clothes, and she always has the burn ointment with her.

Olivia:

Olivia nearly dropped the glasses of cold lemonade in her hands when she saw Farmer on the doorstep.

"Honey! You're all red and swollen! Did you... Picking hogweed? Without special clothes?! You're terribly allergic!

Considering how panicked and almost screaming Olivia was while on the phone with Harvey, the doctor arrived at the farmhouse instantly.

Thankfully, everything turned out okay, but the former accountant (along with the doctor) later scolded Farmer for being so careless. Allergies are no joke.

Olivia apologises for panicking in the evening, but Farmer must promise her that they will no longer put themselves in danger while working on the farm.

She will then order an anti-allergy medication so that next time she can help her spouse immediately, rather than panicking over the phone.

Claire:

Claire, looking at the abrasions and in some places red spots on Farmer's skin, at first thought that her beloved spouse had managed to fight with someone.

But upon closer inspection, the ginger girl immediately realized it was because of the weeds.

"I'm allergic to certain plants too, bluegrass for example. I have an ointment in my bag that will definitely help with burns like this."

Farmer can't help but notice the sadness in Claire's eyes as she dabbed the ointment on them.

"Please be more careful next time, dear. I'm so worried about you."

She keeps reminding Farmer to dress better so they don't get grass burns again. Or would leave them little notes in the kitchen if Claire was busy/at work.

[swan2swan]

Yasammy Week Recap:

Day 1: "Hurt/Comfort"

This one was basic and simple; me just starting out. I probably could have done better, but, hey, Yaz literally comforting Sammy to calm her down from a full-blown panic attack works. As a sidenote, it's incredible that the writers had Panic Attacks be a Yaz Thing, and then brought her back to show that she's currently the Best Qualified on the team to deal with them (and fixed up her relationship issues with Sammy in the same blow, it's SO CARTOONY but perfect, I feel like we don't get these one-episode resolutions that often anymore).

Day 2: "Firsts"

This was a fun one, and probably the only one that I actually had some mental tryouts for. First kiss? First meeting? First teamup? There were so many choices...but this one felt right. Yasmina admitting that this is her first time having feelings for someone of the same sex (and the word "crushes" clearly means that Sammy's her first partner, too!).

Day 3: "Prom"

This is where things started falling apart, obviously. If we'd been given a proper five seasons with all sorts of Lost-style flashbacks and fantasies, I might have been able to pull something legitimate out. But also...Sammy said the word "prom", and also let it slip that she either loves fancy dresses or loves girls in dresses...and you know what? I count the latter as a point toward Yasammy.

Day 4: "Proposal/Engagement"

I don't remember how my brain wandered over to this, but I do know that I was lying down in bed at that time, because I literally sat bolt upright. My eyes snapped open, and I leaned up to secure all of that brain juice, as I realized the famous "Alan Grant uses two female buckles to tie himself in, foreshadowing the female dinosaurs finding a way to breed" could also have some WLW implications. It was a good joke, and you know what? As Sammy Gutierrez said: "It's beautiful, and we should be proud."

Hopefully, if the same prompt comes up next year, I can use a gif that actually includes the literal characters, and not metaphorical versions...Chaos Crew, please.....

Day 5: "Track Meet"

I think I was walking home when this one clicked in my mind, and I think I did a little hopskip and a dance. I was initially considering something like the two of them running for their lives together, or Sammy telling Yaz that she needed to rest to win gold medals in the future...but then, I thought about wordplay. I wondered if they were ever standing in dinosaur footprints, or tracking something. Then I thought about train tracks, and realized...yes. YES. This was perfect.

Had this not been available, I think I might have played with Yaz's scene where she uses running to realize her love for Sammy. Which is just a beautiful metaphor and a wonderful scene. Gifset's coming soon, by the way, I have the whole thing captioned.

Day 6: "Baking"

For every peak, there's a valley. Sometimes, you win. Sometimes, you lose. This was kind of a loss, because the girls sadly don't do any baking together. I considered the part where they're throwing the chips into the fire (TOXIC FUMES, GIRLS, DON'T DO THIS AT HOME, KIDS), but that's not really "baking". Furthermore, the Powers That Be chose to deny us any cooking escapades on the island, and while Sammy certainly bakes pies, Yaz is never present during those scenes...and, yes, I checked, and she never mentions her girlfriend while doing so, either. She only talks about her while fetching lemonade, which is different. Thus, I found myself in a sticky situation...which was kind of like the weather this month! So, it felt appropriate to use the concept of "baking in the sunlight on a hot day" here. I do like Sammy's silly little wave, and Yaz looking pityingly over at her.

Day 7: "Free Day"

This one, well...it ended on a bit of a sad note, but I was looking for something I had already set up. The caption is "Free Day", so I didn't want to put any work or effort into this. And while browsing my files, I saw that this one had the word "date", which is close to "day", and "expiration", which is the end of something, so...it felt apropos for the finishing touch on this beautiful week.

[notahorseindisguise]

corn did you know., they dont have solo in america. this is killing me

YEAG the idea of lemonade in australia and america is VERY different . they have drinks similar to solo tho but i don't remember what its called. american lemonade is like real proper stuff, like what we call lemon squash . and then solo is a carbonated version of lemon squash

[treason-and-plot]

“Where’s Roy?” says Sonia after she has hugged all the children and given Violet a quick but loving kiss on the lips. “Isn’t he coming?”

“Yeah, he's here. He just had to go to the bathroom,” says Henrietta. Violet gives Sonia a knowing look. Sonia arches her eyebrows high in reply. “Later,” Violet mouths. She isn’t going to let Roy ruin her reunion with Sonia, who looks incredible- clear- skinned and animated and glowing with health.

“Are you all better now, Mummy?” says Alexandra.

“Very nearly,” says Sonia with a smile. “I just needed a lot of rest. And some…tools.”

“What kind of tools?” says Angus.

“Coping tools,” says Sonia. ”For when things get a bit too much.”

“Cool,” says Angus. “Are you coming home soon? I’m getting sick of Apollo’s cooking. He puts too much garlic in everything.”

This makes Sonia and Violet laugh. The girls fill Sonia in on what has been happening at school, and the fact that they have all lost baby teeth since Sonia ‘went away.’ Angus’s football team made the semi-finals. The Book Club selection for this month is ‘Down the River Unto the Sea’ by Walter Mosley, chosen by Violet. And their friend Effie announced at the Book Club meeting last week that she’s pregnant!

“That's wonderful. She must be so happy,” says Sonia. “Where was the meeting held? At Lyndall’s house?”

“Yeah, and everyone was bitching about how cold it was, but she wouldn’t turn the heating on,” says Violet. “She served up some delicious lemonade scones, though. I got the recipe.”

“What reason did you give them for me not being there?” says Sonia.

“I just said you weren’t well,” says Violet. “Nobody asked any questions. Well, nobody except Judy, of course. You know what she’s like. But she realised I wasn’t going to tell her anything so she shut up. Eventually.”

“She’s such a gossip,” says Sonia. Angus and the girls ask if they can go for a walk around the grounds.

“There’s a lovely fishpond down the end of that path,” says Sonia. “You should go and have a look. Please makes sure nobody falls in, Angus. And don’t talk to anyone.”

"I've missed you so much," says Violet after the kids are our of earshot, plonking herself down next to Sonia. "I need to give you a proper kiss. Come here."

They are so engrossed that they don't hear Roy approach.

"HELL YEAH," he whoops, punching the air. "That's what I'm talking about. Hey, is either of you hungry? How about both of you scooting over and making some room for a Roy sandwich?"

[fjsjjgnnfjdjf]

Size allergy (4/?)

It gave me enough inspiration to be able to continue this story (I'm thinking about making an art of it, although it might take a while)…

Todd has entered the scene and will try to help the boys through this complicated time. I understand that Todd isn't very popular in the fandom, but I really wanted to put him in my story, I hope that doesn't ruin the interest in this one 😅

No warnings here, just comfort and silly moments between the brothers.

English is not my mother tongue, if you see an error, please feel free to comment.

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In the outskirts of New York City, forests abounded where few dared to enter; not so much because of the wild animals, but because of the people who used to frequent these places. From deranged people, to aggressive mutants; however, some time ago the boys found in that forest the only guy who could help them in this situation, probably the kindest guy in the world. 

Todd had been a friend of the turtles since he met them and they built him a home for the puppies he adopted. That night, like others, he was out scouting around to round up the puppies that wandered too far away to take them to bed. It was while he was doing this scouting that one of his dogs appeared frightened, running towards him, whimpering with fear and trembling with its tail tucked between its legs. 

The mutant capybara for a second thought it was a wild animal from the forest, but something told him this was different. His dogs were already used to forest life and were never that scared of animals. So, he grabbed his flashlight and set out to explore what it was that scared his pup so badly. 

He felt noises, and even some shaking, but his instinct told him he should continue. When he reached the clearing where the dog had come from, he saw his beloved turtle friends, but Mikey was certainly different. 

“Guys?!” he exclaimed pointing his flashlight at them “What are you doing out so late? And... Why are you so big?” he said pointing at Mikey, who looked as big as a tree. 

“Hi Todd...” grimaced the orange tortoise at the capybara's quizzical look.  

“It's not that I don't trust you... But we didn't see he until now...” Raph seemed to be arguing with someone, but Todd couldn't hear him. 

“Is everything all right?...” asked the capybara as he approached, a couple of cubs behind him were following him cautiously “What happened to you? And where are your other siblings?” he asked with concern; he noticed that Mikey and Raph looked uneasy. 

When he got close enough, he could notice two small figures on Raph's shoulders, which looked like a scaled down version of the two missing siblings. Leo waved his hand at him in welcome. 

“Todd! Dude, I'm glad you showed up!” exclaimed the turtle leaning on Raph's head as if nothing strange was happening “You see, we're having a liiiittle problem with Mikey, do you think you could help us?” all the while the tortoise smiled trying to appear calm. 

The capybara stood for a moment watching, as if trying to process what he was seeing, but instead of jumping in to ask, he decided to put that aside when he saw that the boys looked overwhelmed. 

“Of course! That's what friends are for” he said cheerfully, taking Raph's hand to guide him, “I'll make room for you in my house and you can stay as long as you like” he said as he motioned for Mikey to follow them. 

Once at the capybara's dog center, he let the puppies give the proper love to Raph needed to de-stress. Mikey tried to pet a few of them, but only a few brave ones approached him because of their size, which discouraged him a bit. Leo and Donnie for their part, preferred to stay away from the doggie shenanigans, they were too big for them now. Todd could tell the boys were worried, so he did his best to try to cheer them up; he brought some of the blankets he used for the puppies when they were born so the twins could be comfortable, he also made lemonade for everyone, even preparing a whole pitcher for Mikey to have a downward serving. 

After sensing that the boys seemed to be calmer, he took his leave to go to bed. He invited everyone to sleep inside his house, but since Mikey couldn't go inside, Raph decided to stay outside with him. Leo and Donnie did accept and were carried in the capybara's hands. After making sure they were comfortable he went to rest.  

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Inside the house, the twins were on a high table so as not to get in trouble with the dogs; Donnie was doing checks on his tech and Leo was taking advantage of the size to drink more lemonade and lay under a lamp, letting his imagination make him think it was the sun. He tried to keep a good mood since they had arrived, enough they had with Raph stressed out. 

“How do you plan to be able to use your things with everything that happened to us?” he asked his brother at one point; he was a little bored. 

“If you guys would pay more attention to what I do, you would know that size is a minor obstacle for me” he answered haughtily, showing a pair of toothpicks he had in his hands, the size of branches in comparison. 

“Where did you get that?” Leo exclaimed. 

“Todd has a box of toothpicks... I just need a little ingenuity to be able to transform this simple piece of wood into a rudimentary...” he went on to explain. 

“Get to the point” interrupted his brother with boredom as he approached the place where Donnie was poking around with his goggles. 

“Phew!” he complained about the interruption “I can manipulate my technology to make these goggles work even if it’s not on my head” one of the side compartments was open and Leo watched as his brother used the tips of the toothpicks to move circuits inside “And... Done!” he said closing the compartment “Applause for saving the day!” he said bowing to Leo's indifference. 

“So... Now does it work?” the boy approached the back of the goggles to see if he noticed anything interesting, but Donnie stopped him. 

“We'll find that out with you!” he pushed him away and stood in the back area “Please! stand in front with your sword and I'll see if I detect anything interesting!” he seemed particularly excited. 

Leo didn't understand what his brother was looking for, but he still listened to him and went for his sword. He would never say it out loud, but this sort of thing was more fun than just lounging around by himself. Then he stepped in front of the goggles and struck a pose with his sword. 

“I bet I look great” he said doing more action poses. 

“Well... The shine is there...” Donnie commented a bit low, which made the other turtle strange “For the record, I'm not saying this because of your comic book character poses... Around you there is a rather subtle pink glow... And also, on your sword for some reason” he placed a hand on his chin. 

“What on earth are you talking about?” the fact that it glowed, even if it was a pretty color, worried Leo a little. 

“You see... If you thought I was going to stick with Draxum's terse explanation of our allergies, you're wrong!” he said while he pressed something in the compartment of his goggles and then ran to his communicator, which was next to it, Leo followed him curiously “Apparently... What affected us is still around us... A mystical energy that seems to be dissipating slowly, maybe that's why it lasts a week... This should make sense in a living being, since the body reacts to the foreign agent, although I don't understand why it also affected your sword... But with this data I can find out more about this mystical allergy” he made a gesture of quotation marks, but despite what it seemed, the boy looked quite satisfied with these findings. 

“Wow... So, we're giving off glitter” commented Leo teasing his brother as he leaned against him. 

“Scoff!, that's all you're taking away from my amazing explanation?” he complained pushing him away. 

“I wonder if Mikey's weapon has grown with him?” commented Leo observing his sword a bit. 

“Wait! Mikey!” Donnie suddenly exclaimed “He got contaminated with something different! I must see how this allergy works on him!” 

Then Leo, perhaps curious about his twin's sudden enthusiasm (or rather because he was looking for an excuse to leave) raised his sword and quickly created a portal that sucked in Donnie, his goggles and him to send them faster to their older brother. 

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Raphael was trying to cheer himself up with the help of Todd's doggies, he was a little nervous that Leo and Donnie weren't with him, but it was true that some of the dogs could be very rough with them. Interestingly, he seemed more concerned in comparison to Mikey; after a while together with the dogs, they got used to the presence of the huge turtle and he took the opportunity to hug and pet them gently. His attention then shifted to Raph, he could tell that still his big brother was not at ease. 

“Are you feeling right?” he asked catching his older brother's attention. 

“Huh... Yeah, why wouldn't I be?” replied the turtle with the red band with not much conviction looking up “That's what I should ask you” he said with concern. 

“I...” he looked at his hands, but his eyes were only fixed on the puppies in them “I feel fine now... I'm worried about how much I have left to grow, but I know you guys will be here for me” he smiled genuinely, which surprised Raph. 

“Heh... I guess it's not only your body that has grown...” he commented softly “I seem to forget that you have also matured with time little brother” he laughed, but looked at his little brother with pride. 

“Aww thanks Raph” he smiled cheerfully, but then went back to his worried look “But seriously, you don't look well... Despite being the only one of us that nothing happened to you” he bent down and put the puppies back on the ground “Seriously, are you feeling ok?” those puppy dog eyes seemed to be more effective now that Mikey was bigger, the older turtle sighed. 

“I'm nervous Mikey, not just for you...” he said releasing his shoulder tension a little “I'm worried about Leo and Donnie, they can get hurt very easily now... Also not having told dad that we were coming here worries me... I don't know what to do to fix this” he put his hands on his head and lowered it to the table. 

When the boys had barely reached the forest, Mikey again felt the pain that signaled another growth spurt was coming. Due to Raphael's impatience with the situation he started to scold Leo for leaving them in the middle of the forest, while Leo tried to explain that they were near Todd's house; the discussion only made Leo and Donnie shocked by Raph's loud voice and no one focused on the suffering moans of Mikey, who ended up passing another two growth spurts, leaving him approximately 23 feet tall. Things didn't calm down until Todd showed up, and since then Raph had been mentally berating himself for not taking good care of his siblings. 

Mikey had no idea everything his brother was thinking, but he did know how to cheer him up. He had been itching to do this ever since he saw his big brother the size of a medium-sized teddy bear, so he picked him up and pulled him to his chest for a warm hug. This took the snapping turtle by surprise. 

“Mi-Mikey!?” he exclaimed when his feet left the ground and he was suddenly wrapped between the big plastron and arms of his giant little brother. 

“Calm down Raph... I know you're going to work this out” he said as he stroked his head, had his big brother always been so adorable? “And we'll be fine” 

Raph, who was still trying to process the sensation of being lifted off the ground, smiled at his little brother, no doubt a hug helped calm his nerves a bit, and though strange, it was still comforting. He smiled slightly. 

“Thanks...” he said, happy that at least for the moment things were okay.

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[thatone-artsykid]

INTRODUCTION POST (i guess)

Ummmm... Since I have almost 300 followers, then ig, i should make some welcome post or smth, so, HIIIIIIII, HAIIIIIIIII EVERYONEEEE!!!

(I'll TRY to keep this updated, no promises tho)

I'm Kamil, you can either call me by my name, or Kamik, or any other way you want (except slurs ofc, unless we're close friends lmao). I am a minor, trans/enby artist, who went to artschool BUT most of the art has learned by themselves:333

Art

The comms are open!! (Feel free to ask about em if you have any doubts)

Askbox is also open, if you have any doodle ideas or smth, feel free to share (I don't promise I'll do em, sowwy😭)

I mostly do digital art (I use Krita for everything), occasionally i do some scribbles in my sketchbooks, doodles in class, or generally school assignments (which i hate, but let's move on). I am a multifandom artist, who draws whatever they are hyperfixating on (rn im again stuck in re8 brainrot).

Here's the list of fandoms im (mostly) in:

Resident Evil series (mainly Resident Evil Village)

Just Shapes and Beats

Hollow Knight

Detroit: Become Human

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (mostly Stardust Crusaders)

Original characters

I'm trying to finally bring my original characters to life, and give 'em a proper lore (which isn't going well, for now, lmao). Here's the list of em!

Claire/Clara Heisenberg (re8, Karl Heisenberg is her uncle, who became like a father to her)

Carl/Clara Heisenberg (same as Claire, but in D:BH universe)

Kazakura Marcatney (jjba part3, i'm shipping her with Kakyoin Noriaki)

Surya (Kazakura's stand)

Asuril and Lumi (Hollow Knight oc vessels)

Blixer Fresh (my version of that circle coward from jsab)

Lessyr (golden eyelash pit viper oc I made based off a song Snakes from Solence)

Spooder (a jumping spider oc I made when I was bored)

Bumblee (oc based off my ikea bumblebee plushie)

Other socials i post on (including my redbubble shop)

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That1-ArtsyKid

Now, let's settle out, 🚫DNI 🚫 if you either are a:

transphobe/homophobe/anyother lgbtq+phobe, a terf, JK Rowling Supporter, pro-shipper, racist, NSFW/18+, p0rn bot, sexist, or any other problematic folk (if you have an blank blog with an emtpy bio, then im also gonna block you)

More things about me :333

I come from Poland (therefore my english might not be the best)

My b-days are on 29th April

I have 4 budgies (named Lemon, Lemonade, Lime and Larry) and one rabbit (named Robin)

Im not the best with human interactions, sowwy

I easily get overwhelmed, and tend to disappear for few hours/days if I do, bear with me

Not looking to become friends with anyone, but if our vibe match, then hell yeah

I'm taken by the sweetiest pookie ever existed on this earth (my bf)

I have a tons of plushies occupying my bed

I've lived most of my life having high anxiety levels, so now im tryna take everything slowly (please be patient with me)

My fav music genres are metal, alternative metal, rock, rap-rock or anything that sounds good for me

I mostly listen to System Of A Down, Solence, My Chemical Romance, Grandson, Linkin Park and Cavetown (ofc)

I want to have many face piercings and tattoos in the future (I wish to have a septum, snake bites, a helix piercing and brow piercings so bad)

i'm a really really big bug nerd, if you have any cool bug pics, SEND EM OVER!!(im not joking)

my fav drinks are green tea and mojito (alcohol-free cuz i despise alcohol)

My comfort characters are:

Karl Heisenberg from re8 (I see him as a father figure)

Connor from dbh (the tism android)

Kakyoin from jjba part 3 (he's such a nerd, istg we'd go along together)

Lucas Baker from re7 (im not joking, i love this psycho-nerd)

Luis Serra Navarro from re4 (he so diva)

Angel Dust from hazbin hotel (i love him by his feminity and sassines)

Quirrel from Hollow Knight (another father figure, yes, I see a pillbug as a father figure, don't judge me)

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back at you though, drinks edition? a type of drink you couldn't do without, that is your go to for any occasion? give us the specific deets, recipe if needed

oh no you've activated my trap card i love drinks

okay so special occasion drink: brown sugar boba (50% ice 50% sweet) but specifically from the tea shop close-ish to my house. it's expensive so i don't go often but holy shit. they use actual proper tea and fresh-as-hell boba and it's just. it's so good, i think anything from there would be insanely worth it (but i've never bothered to branch out from perfection).

my daily bev: i can't be too specific on brand without lowkey doxxing myself a tad, but there's a local company that does this flavored black tea with cornflower, raspberry, red plum petals, and blueberry, and it's just. it's incredible. mellow and rich and lightly (but not overwhelmingly) floral and fruity. i have it every single day and i'm convinced it is the perfect tea.

and two other faves because you asked for recipes:

strawberry (cheong) lemonade: okay so this is more effort than truly necessary, but i went to one of those u-pick strawberry places last summer and then the cultivar fucking sucked so they weren't even good, so i made cheong with them, which is a korean fruit syrup/preserve you make by layering equal amounts of fruit and sugar in a jar and letting them sit (i put them in the fridge just to be safe) for a few weeks.

the end result is preserves that you can blend into a bangin' spread and a fruit syrup that is like the nectar of the fucking gods. i didn't think it would make a huge difference doing it that way rather than a typical heat-based reduction, but it tastes like fresh strawberries. you don't lose any of that to it breaking down via heat treatment, so similar to the difference between a cold brew and a heat-based one.

anyway those mixed with lemonade (i make a concentrate using half lemons and half regular lemon juice, and include some lemon zest) makes one of the best summer drinks i've ever had.

i'm adding a cut for the last one because i can't/won't stop now but i have some self-awareness. okay, last one:

vanilla chai: i haven't made this in a bit, because when i moved here i ended up using up my stock of cardamom, and the local brand available here is just... not it, and i'm still trying to work out the most cost-effective way to order them online. which is devastating, because cardamom is the flavor most beloved to me in chai. anyway-

the thing that rocks about chai is that it is not actually all that hard, and you can customize it so specifically to your taste. my go-to add-ins are cardamom (5-6 pods, crushed open), cloves (2-3), cinnamon (about half a stick, crushed a lil), fresh ginger (idk how to measure this one, like an inch or two?), and vanilla. i used to use vanilla bean paste i got ages ago as a gift, but that is too rich for the world we live in nowadays, so it's whatever vanilla i have.

technically there's a specific kind of tea you're supposed to use, but i prefer it with regular loose-leaf black tea (which i always have on hand anyway). so you basically get a small pot, and bring your water (about half to 3/4 of your mug) to a boil. once it does, add your tea leaves and spices (not vanilla tho) and let them vibe out there for 5-10 minutes.

then, add your milk (about half of your mug) and vanilla, and warm to desired temp, but don't let it boil (this is my personal preference). add desired amount of sugar to your mug (i usually do a small spoonful of white and a small spoonful of brown sugar) and pour the chai into the mug through a fine mesh sieve (to get out the spice bits). if you have a milk frother, i like to aerate it a bit before drinking (improves flavor and also makes it less likely to burn your tongue).

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Reactions to Miracle Creator's Chapter 144

TLDR; HD drinks Ron's lemonade. Dead mana is called Black Death Energy. Demon Cult plan to go on a destroying spree. GED meeting begins.

Soos? LSH = ✅ CJS = ✅

HD and Cale's Conversation Continuing from last chapter, HD doubted tsundere Cale's words that he was "perfectly fine." 😂 And then there was the part where Ron served both Cale and HD lemonade, saying that it was Cale's preference... HD took a sip and paused before saying that Cale had a unique preference. 🤣🤣🤣

HD was also aware of Cale's disposition. His Demon Cult members had proposed to make their new benefactor as their "Great Elder," but HD refused, saying that Cale would not like something that was bothersome and tie him down. Aww... Cale and HD only knew each other for a few days, yet they understood each other so well.

Black Death Energy So the Blood Cult called that formulation mixed with dead mana as Black Death Energy (BDE). I won't go into the details, but HD was injected with the highest amount of BDE every year.

Then there's our Cale who goes "If HD has the highest amount of BDE, then purifying the other Living Jiangshis will be easier!" Of course, he earned the silent stares of everyone in the room, including HD. 🤣🤣🤣

Let's Destroy Everything Raon faced HD with sparkling eyes when HD said that he would just destroy everything when dealing with the Blood Cult. 😂 It was HD's quick solution to the Blood Cult problem. Cale was uncomfortable and tried to dissuade HD, but everyone seemed to be on HD's side.

Cale and the Soos We've recently be blessed with Soos content. However, Cale was feeling awkward at how LSH and CJS did not react much upon seeing him cough blood. LSH simply stayed by Cale's side while CJS went off somewhere with CH.

These three who used to be so close are now like this... Perhaps, like in CH and CJS's case, someone should plan for these three to talk it out properly. I don't think those three had a proper talk yet, right? Unless author tells us that they did it off-screen. 😒

Ending Remarks Nothing exciting happened today as this was mostly a chapter focused on planning. Next chapter is the meeting of the Caleism believers GED. I guess we'll have misunderstandings and poetry again. See you all next week to find out how Great Elder Kim Hae-il will handle the meeting!

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Hypothetically speaking, if Daniel didn't die and he and Freddie were still together, possibly even engaged, but Freddie still somehow met Rosie, how do you think Freddie would react to meeting Rosie, and how would Rosie react to meeting Freddie?

this is such an interesting question (and, funnily enough, someone else also asked me the exact same thing - pictured above because i don’t want to leave that other anon out - so i’ve been thinking about it for a while). i think the big thing about freddie and rosie's story is whether you think they're the kind of soulmates who will meet each other in every lifetime and thus there's no universe in which they don't end up together, or if you think they're the kind of soulmates who come together once in a million lifetimes and the stars had to align to bring them together. i'm not sure, personally, which one i think is more plausible.

realistically, daniel has to die for freddie and rosie to cross paths. i'm a firm believer in everything happening for a reason, and freddie meeting rosie is the reason for daniel’s death. whether freddie and rosie might live a million different lifetimes and daniel dies in all of them or whether this lifetime is the only one they work out in - as i said, i don't know (i'm open to hearing thoughts, though!!!). but for fun let's imagine an alternate universe where daniel doesn't die. walk with me here.

in the fic freddie leaves the airfield she was assigned to originally, the airfield daniel flew out of, because she couldn’t stand to be there anymore after he died. so she’d still be there if daniel hadn’t died. but for the sake of this au, let’s say it’s a similar situation to cecelia’s; she gets transferred away from the airfield for some small infraction. in cecelia’s case it was for flirting with her pilot boyfriend over the radio, so let’s say it was that. so now she’s at thorpe abbotts.

there is the issue of daniel having been preparing to propose right before he died, which was in march 1941, so chances are by august 1943 when freddie meets rosie she would’ve been married. but let’s say that she wants to hold out until they can have a proper wedding where she can invite all her friends and family instead of just immediate family, so they have a long engagement. because there’s no wiggle room if she’s married.

everything else happens in the same way as normal. freddie goes home on leave for a few days and comes back and speaks german over the radio to a confused messerschmitt pilot to lure him in which has all the other w/ops lording her as a war hero when they go to the officers’ club that night. millie and bucky want her to drink beer, she wants to drink lemonade, the only person who buys her lemonade is rosie. what i think might happen in an au chapter 1 is as follows:

“Excuse me, ma’am,” spoke a voice from behind Freddie. It wasn’t a voice she recognised, and she liked to think with all of her accumulated experience talking to both the pilots and the radio operators over the radio she recognised voices rather well.

Turning, she found a pair of earnest blue eyes and a well-groomed moustache, a shy smile tilted above a proffered glass.

“Hi,” Freddie greeted in a chirp.

“Hi,” the man - one of the new pilots, by the looks of his insignia - replied. He shook his head a little bit, as though to clear it. “I hope you don’t mind, ma’am, but I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation and I thought - well, here’s your lemonade.” He offered the glass to her again.

He was handsome, this pilot who had bought her lemonade when no one else would. Not handsome like Daniel, who was all fair haired and boyish, crooked toothy smiles and mischievous eyes, but handsome in a gentle, mature way. Dark hair, striking eyes, soft smile, he was the kind of handsome which would have made Freddie’s heart flutter if she wasn’t engaged. Well, it fluttered, because whilst she was taken she wasn’t entirely immune to the charms of other men, but his handsomeness didn’t fluster her as it might have if she had been single.

“Oh,” Freddie said, accepting the glass of lemonade from him with a bright smile. “Thank you. That’s very sweet of you.”

He smiled again and she smiled back. “Nothing at all, ma’am.” 

She didn’t make to say anything else and he didn’t either, but he lingered as though he wanted to. Freddie considered him for a moment, in all his earnestness, and decided to take pity on him. He was sweeter than most of the American airmen she’d met at Thorpe Abbotts so far. “I’m Freddie,” she introduced herself.

The man smiled wide, less uncertain and more, just, happy. Like the sound of her name had solved his life’s biggest problems. “Nice to meet you, Freddie,” he answered her. “I’m Rosie.”

“Rosie,” Freddie repeated with a nod and a smile. “That’s a nice name.”

Rosie smiled wider. She had dimples. “Thank you, ma’am. Comes from my last name - Rosenthal.”

Freddie laughed to herself. “You don’t have to call me ‘ma’am’. Just Freddie is fine. That’s how everyone knows me.”

“Alright,” Rosie conceded. “Freddie it is.”

Freddie couldn’t seem to look away from his eyes. She was sure she’d never seen eyes so blue. Even in the warm, low lighting of the officers’ club they were somehow still glowing, bright and kind and alive. 

“So, uh,” Rosie started, with a certain degree of awkwardness. “They said you were on leave?”

“Yes,” Freddie confirmed, taking a sip of her lemonade. “I went home for three days, to Oxford.”

“That must’ve been nice,” he replied. He hated how he suddenly had so very little to say. She must have thought he was so, so boring.

Freddie couldn’t help it. She giggled at the awkwardness.

“Yes,” she replied again. “Yes, it was wonderful. Strange to be home, to be sure - I haven’t visited since Christmas - but it was especially lovely to see my dogs again. I don’t get any letters from them, see.”

Rosie chuckled lightly, nodding along with her, relieved at the release of the uncertainty. “Right,” he said. “They’re not big on writing letters, then?”

“They’re dogs of few words,” she agreed with a grin.

“How many do you have?” he questioned next.

“Dogs?” Freddie wondered. “Two. The big one’s Bruno and the little one’s Earnie, both boys. A German Shepherd and a Westie.”

“What are they like?”

Her eyes glinted. “Trouble.” She loved talking about her dogs.

“I always wanted a dog,” Rosie confided in her, tilting his head to the side and slightly down to let him meet her eyes more easily. “But where I’m from, in Brooklyn, we always lived in an apartment. No pets allowed.”

Freddie gasped. “That’s tragic.”

Rosie grinned. “I know. Someone oughta fix that rule.”

She sipped on her lemonade, nodding, contemplating. Instinctively, her eyes found the floor. 

Rosie watched her, tapping his fingers against his glass of beer. 

He opened his mouth to say something more - desperate to say something, anything, really, that might get her to smile again. Those dimples of hers - if he hadn’t signed up to go to war already he knew he would’ve enlisted just on their behalf.

But whatever he was about to say never made it out. It was for the best, probably, since he couldn’t guarantee it wouldn’t have been something incredibly forward, some grand statement about her startling prettiness which she was bound to have heard a million times before. Instead, he was swiftly cut off by Millie, returning from the bar with two pints of beer, one in each hand. “Fred, I got your beer, and you are going to like it, god damn it, even if I have to pour it down your throat myself.”

Freddie rolled her eyes as she turned to Millie and watched with a faint grin as realisation dawned on her face. “Oh.”

“I have lemonade,” Freddie declared, holding up her glass for her to see. She took a sip from it to punctuate her statement and also to prove a point; if she said she didn’t want to drink beer then she wouldn’t be drinking beer.

Millie laughed, her eyes flicking between Freddie and Rosie. “Is that right? And who do I have to blame for it?”

“That would be me, ma’am,” Rosie answered, and Freddie noticed a glint in his eye.

“Rosie,” Millie replied with a tut. “Now why would you do that? You’ll only encourage her!”

Rosie shook his head with a light little laugh. “I just figured war heroes should get to choose what they have to drink, otherwise what’s the point of being one?”

Millie laughed along with Rosie’s joke and Freddie smiled to herself. This was the kind of man she wanted to see Millie with; sweet, thoughtful, a gentleman. Too many times she’d caught Millie’s eyes lingering on bolder, colder Americans who were so excited to be away from home for the first time, in spite of the circumstances, that they bulldozed their way through women like it was their job. But Rosie wasn’t like that, Freddie could tell. He had really listened to everything she’d said, had hung onto her every word even though they weren’t terribly interesting. He’d look after Millie, she was sure. And so she took her leave.

Freddie gave Millie’s arm a squeeze as she turned and beelined for the piano in the corner, setting her lemonade down on top of it before taking a seat at the bench. She lifted the key cover with all the reverence of someone who had never touched a piano before, smiling as she brushed her fingertips noiselessly across the keys, and laughed when she heard Bucky call out, “Fred, play Blue Skies!”

“I don’t know that one!” Freddie called back, which everyone knew was a bare-faced lie because she’d played it once before. The first time Bucky had requested she play it she had done so all too readily and consequently been confronted with the horror of a drunken, out of tune, up close rendition performed by one Major Egan himself. Never again, she had vowed as she reluctantly finished playing the tune. But her refusal had never stopped Bucky from asking.

Instead, while Jem hurried across the room to turn the gramophone down, Freddie started to play Stardust by Artie Shaw, which wasn’t quite romantic enough to make Millie give her a hard time for her lack of subtlety but which still had a certain air about it which always made couples want to dance.

“Fred, come on!” Bucky called, shaking his head playfully. “We want Blue Skies!”

“You’ll get what you’re given and like it, Bucky Egan!” Freddie called back, speeding up the tempo of her playing just a little bit to appease him into quiet.

It didn’t take long for Freddie to lose herself in her music - it never did. And over by the bar all conversation between Rosie and Millie had ceased. Rosie hadn’t replied to Millie as soon as he’d seen Freddie sit down at the piano, in fact, and he’d been mesmerised ever since.

She must have been some kind of angel, he thought, his lips hanging slightly agape, a warm flush high in his cheeks. With her eyes closed and her fingers moving fast across the keys, a soft smile on her face as she filled the club even to its most secluded corners with her beautiful music, there was no possible way she was a human being the way everyone else was a human being. There was no way she’d been born into the same world he had.

Millie was far from oblivious to Rosie’s infatuation. She had wondered, in fact, when she’d first met Rosie a few days ago while Freddie was back in Oxford, whether the two of them might hit it off. But there was, of course, one minor detail in the way of what she was sure had the potential to be nothing short of a fairytale.

“Rosie,” Millie said softly, hoping to draw his eyes to her.

Her efforts were to no avail. While Rosie hummed back at Millie, letting her know he was listening, his eyes were still firmly fixed on Freddie at the piano, on how she was giggling as Major Egan started trying to sing along to her instrumental.

Millie sighed and stepped in front of him so he’d have no choice but to look at her. “Rosie, she’s engaged.”

Rosie’s attention was not quite so hard pressed elsewhere anymore. “What?”

Millie nodded. “To a man she’s been with since she was fourteen. He proposed two years ago.”

“Then why ain’t they married?”

Millie wanted to laugh at his defensive tone of voice. He was clearly so invested already.

“Because Freddie wants to invite all her friends and extended family to the wedding and that just isn’t possible in wartime.”

Rosie stared at Millie silently for a moment, lost for what to say, before his eyes ventured over her shoulder to Freddie at the piano, finishing off her song and smiling shyly at the applause.

It couldn’t be, he thought, that she was going to spend her life with someone else. He barely knew her, true, but he’d always believed in his own convictions. He’d had girlfriends and some of them his mother had wanted him to go all the way with, but he knew himself and he’d always believed that when he met the right person he would just know. And he knew. With Freddie, he knew. She wasn’t supposed to be getting married to some childhood sweetheart, not when there was no one else for him.

“They’re having… some trouble, at the moment,” Millie said suddenly, diplomatically. She was frowning a little bit when Rosie looked back at her, as though she wasn’t entirely sure she believed she should be telling him this. “She’s been thinking about becoming a translator but he hates that she speaks German - she’s half-Austrian, see. And it’s been causing a bit of a rift. And she mentioned to him off-handedly that she’d like to teach their future children German, too, and he didn’t like that at all.”

Hope started to swell in Rosie’s heart like warm air in a balloon.

“But Fred -” Millie spoke abruptly, sensing the change in Rosie, “- she’s loyal. And I won’t tell you she doesn’t love him. All I’m saying is -” Millie sighed and ran a hand down her face, smudging her lipstick as she went. “All I’m saying,” she repeated as she glanced over her shoulder at Freddie, “is that it would take a lot to turn her head. So don’t get your hopes up or anything.”

His hopes were already up. How couldn’t they be? He had never before met anyone and been so immediately sure that they were supposed to be in his life for the long haul.

She was it for him. He knew it. He couldn’t explain how he knew it but he knew it, as he’d always trusted he would. With her warm brown eyes and her lemonade, her dimples and her talking about her dogs, he’d been smitten. But with her sitting at the piano and playing Artie Shaw so effortlessly, so elegantly, with that gentle smile on her face? Oh, he was head over heels. There was no possible version of his future which didn’t have her at its centre. There was no alternative. Her or no one. Absolutely only her.

Freddie was playing a different song now, a classical song Rosie didn’t recognise but which had filled the dance floor with couples. And her shoulders swayed as she played it. It was less like she was pressing down keys and playing a song from memory and more like she was carefully extracting from her heart whatever story the piano wanted to help her tell.

Yeah, Rosie thought, she’s the one for me.

As though she could feel the weight of that decision, could feel how Rosie had just tied himself to her, Freddie opened her eyes and met his, inexplicably, across the room.