#hehehe i just think this is fun and necessary to post

[whisperedmeg]

DARK MATTER ―.✦ s.r. soft animal series ∘ part xi

pairing: spencer reid x fem!nurse!reader

summary: spencer belongs to this history, she’s still finding her place — but love, like dark matter, doesn’t need to be seen to hold everything together.

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff | w/c: 3.3k

tags/warnings: post-prison spencer, reader meets more members of the BAU (past & present!), rossi doing rich old man shit, reader feels like an outsider looking in, big relationship milestone, suggestive makeout at the beginning and implied/fade to black intimacy at the end but nothing super explicit, still 18+ MDNI

a/n: this one has some fun guest appearances from our fave BAU team members 🥳 and something big happens towards the end hehehe. also icymi, I shared some headcanons about soft animal reader & spencer last week. part 12 (the penultimate chapter AHHH) is coming next week. im a lil scared to post that one ngl…prepare yourselves for angst in advance lol

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The invitation arrived on a Monday, tucked inside a cream-colored envelope with the kind of dramatic embossing only someone like David Rossi would consider necessary. Both of our names graced the front and Spencer’s eyes lit up like Christmas morning when he opened it.

“‘You’re invited to a celebration of friendship, food, and fine wine at Chateau Rossi.’” He grinned as he read it, shaking his head. “He named his house. Of course he named his house.”

I laughed from the couch, legs tucked beneath me and a half-completed crossword puzzle in my lap. “What’s the party for?”

“I’m sure he has his reasons,” Spencer said, turning the card over like it might reveal more secrets. “It’s not a birthday or an anniversary or a retirement or anything. I think he’s just bored and rich.”

“Sounds about right.”

Spencer looked at me with a kind of boyish hope, a spark I didn’t see often but always loved when it surfaced. “Rossi said a bunch of old team members are all coming into town for it. Morgan, Hotch, Blake... everyone. It’ll be amazing.”

Something fluttered in my chest — mostly joy, but tinged with a touch of nerves. I kept my tone light. “You sure I won’t be crashing a BAU greatest hits reunion?”

He crossed the room in two steps and stood in front of me, hands warm on my shoulders. “I want you there. That’s the whole point. And I’m sure everyone else will be bringing their partners, too.”

I looked at him for a long moment, my lips curling into a soft smile. “Then we’ll go.”

—

Five days later, I stood in front of the mirror with the front of my deep green midi dress clutched in place. Spencer stood behind me, eyes focused. His knuckles grazed my lower back, feather-light, teasing the sensitive skin along my spine before catching the zipper between his thumb and forefinger. He leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss between my shoulder blades, and my breath caught in my throat.

“You’re moving awfully slow for someone who’s supposed to be zipping me up,” I murmured, eyes half-closed as I watched his reflection through heavy lashes.

He raised his gaze to meet to mine in the mirror, dark and playful, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “I’m just admiring you. Thoroughly.”

Turning slowly in his arms with my dress only half-zipped, I slid my hands up his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through his crisp shirt. “Flattering me into social functions? That’s low, Dr. Reid.”

“Effective, though, right?” His voice was a husky murmur, his mouth hovering close enough to mine that I could taste the faint sweetness of his breath.

I answered by pulling him into a deep, slow kiss, one that unraveled my resolve with every brush of his lips, every gentle sweep of his tongue. Spencer’s hands tightened around my waist, fingers gripping me possessively as he pressed his hips into mine, drawing a soft gasp from my throat. My hands found their way beneath his jacket, gripping the smooth fabric of his shirt, tugging him even closer.

When we finally pulled apart, our breathing was uneven as I rested my forehead against his, our eyes closed as we steadied ourselves.

“We can’t. We’re already late,” I whispered softly.

He exhaled slowly, nodding with reluctant agreement as he reached around to pull my zipper up the rest of the way. “Then let’s go before we don’t.”

—

David Rossi’s mansion was every bit the chateau he claimed it to be — glowing lanterns in the trees, jazz filtering through the air, tables draped in white linens, fountains twinkling beside flower beds that probably each had their own landscaping teams. The whole thing looked like the opening scene of a very expensive movie.

Spencer held my hand tightly as we crossed the lawn.

“They’re all going to love you,” he said. “Just wait.”

He believed it. I tried to believe it too. The anxious knot in my stomach said otherwise, but I smiled and nodded. This meant something to him — returning to this circle, showing me off like a part of his present that could stand beside his past. I’d met some of them before, but never all at once — and never like this.

I wanted, desperately, to belong to all of it.

Garcia greeted me with a flourish and a kiss on both cheeks. “You made it! I was starting to worry you two were going to skip out and stay in bed all night.”

“Tempting,” Spencer murmured under his breath for only me to hear, squeezing my hand.

“Hi, Penelope,” I said, smiling. “This place is incredible.”

“Oh, Rossi doesn’t know how to do anything halfway,” she said, eyes twinkling as she began to pull me along with her. “Come on, there’s champagne and stuffed mushrooms and something with truffle oil I can’t pronounce.”

—

One of the former members of Spencer’s team, Alex Blake, approached me at the bar and introduced herself. “Spencer told me you’re a nurse at Millburn. That’s vital work — thank you for doing it. Correctional healthcare doesn’t get nearly the attention it deserves.”

I blinked at her, surprised and touched by the comment. “Thank you,” I said. “That… really means a lot.”

For the first hour, it was easy. We sipped champagne under the lights. Penelope made me laugh. Alex asked smart questions. Luke and Tara and Matt were nice, too. Spencer stayed close, his hand constantly brushing mine or curling lightly around my waist. He was so clearly happy to be here and to have me here with him that it made something in my chest ache in the best way.

But then the night deepened. Conversations shifted. Circles formed.

I watched Spencer drift naturally between pockets of conversation. He looked like a younger, happier version of the man I knew, catching up with Derek Morgan and Aaron Hotchner, laughing loudly at something Tara said, hugging Emily with a kind of familiarity that came from war zones and grief and saving lives together. He slid so easily into that past — like muscle memory, the kind built from years of trust and friendship. Still, it kind of sucked that I couldn’t totally slide in alongside him.

I didn’t mind — not at first. I picked at a small plate of food, wandered the edge of the garden, refilled my drink. But slowly, invisibly, the distance started to hum.

The first pang hit when someone I’d already met — an agent named Anderson — introduced himself again. A small thing. Forgivable. But it knocked me slightly off balance. I smiled through it. Laughed politely. Told myself it didn’t matter.

Then came the question: “So, how did you and Spencer meet?”

I answered carefully. “At Millburn. I’m a nurse in the infirmary there.”

The air shifted. A tight smile. A polite nod. And then the conversation wandered away without me. It wasn’t rude. It wasn’t intentional. But I still felt it like a bruise forming.

—

Candles flickered down the center of a long table set for twenty, silver gleaming beside fine china. Spencer sat across from me, deep in conversation with Luke and Hotch. I ended up beside JJ’s husband Will, who passed me a basket of bread and offered a sympathetic smile.

“You surviving?” he asked.

I gave him a wry look. “Trying to.”

He chuckled. “Took me years to get used to how tight this group is. Even now, I still mostly just nod and smile and try to act like all the inside jokes don’t go right over my head.”

I laughed softly. “Sounds like a solid strategy.”

“Seriously though, don’t worry too much about all of this. You’re doing great. Getting integrated with the BAU crew just takes some time.”

I nodded gratefully, feeling slightly less alone.

Across the table, conversation flowed around me, punctuated by laughter and anecdotes that stretched back years. Hotch shared updates about his son Jack’s travel soccer team. Derek proudly displayed photos of his little boy, Hank Spencer Morgan. Laughter broke out recalling a time Derek and Spencer got trapped in an elevator, anxiously calling out for Hotch as if he might magically appear to rescue them. There were more tales of prank wars and Halloween costumes and magic tricks in the bullpen.

Spencer’s laughter was bright, his eyes shining. I loved hearing the stories, loved watching him come alive in the telling of them, even the ones I’d heard before. I laughed along softly, but inside, I wondered if this part of him would always feel slightly out of my reach.

Spencer looked at me a few times. Smiled across the candles. But he didn’t see it. Not yet.

Later, while he talked with Emily and Tara about a recent case in Miami, I wandered back toward the garden. The string lights overhead seemed to blur slightly. I stood in the corner of the patio and tried to breathe.

Someone offered me dessert. I declined. Anderson brushed past me with a joke I didn’t quite catch. I nodded along, still smiling. But my chest was tight.

And then I slipped away.

Upstairs, I found a quiet balcony and stepped out into the night.

The air was cool, the stars clear and sharp above me. I wrapped my arms around myself and breathed.

I heard him before I saw him — the soft creak of the door, the familiar cadence of his footsteps. I leaned into the railing, hoping the dark might soften the vulnerability on my face.

He didn’t speak right away. Just stood beside me, close but not crowding.

“Hey,” he said finally, voice low.

“Hey,” I echoed, trying to smile. It didn’t quite reach my eyes. I turned my gaze back up to the stars.

“You okay?”

I hesitated. “Yeah. Just needed a minute.”

He didn’t push. Just let the quiet stretch, open and kind.

Eventually, I exhaled. “Rossi sure knows how to throw a party. And I’ve really loved meeting everyone tonight,” I said with a small smile. “I still need to corner Derek before we leave and get some more dirt on you.”

He chuckled at that, but then the rest of the words tumbled out of me before I could stop them.

“They all know a version of you I’ll never get to meet,” I said quietly. “And I don’t think anyone meant to make me feel out of place, but I still did. Like I was standing just outside the frame all night.”

Spencer’s expression softened, guilt flickering in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I should’ve seen it sooner.”

I shook my head. “You didn’t do anything wrong. No one did. I just…” My voice dipped. “I wish I could belong to this part of your life, too.”

“You do,” he said, without hesitation. “You already do.” He looked down for a moment, then back up at the sky. “Most of the people here tonight have seen the worst of me,” he said slowly. “Watched me fall apart more than once and helped put me back together. But you�� you met me in a totally different kind of wreckage. And you chose to stay anyway.”

He turned to face me more fully.

“I want them to know you — not just meet you, but know you. Because you’re the person who pulled me out of something I didn’t think I’d survive. I didn’t even know there was a future out there left for me to want until you reminded me what it felt like to hope.”

My breath caught.

He reached for my hand, his voice low. “I know this part of my world feels like a closed room sometimes. But it’s not. You’re already inside it — just by being here. I’ll keep making space, because I want you in all of it — the past, the present, whatever’s next. And if it ever feels like you’re outside the door, I’ll open it. Every single time.”

The words settled in my chest like warmth after a long cold, and I leaned into him. We stood in comfortable silence, looking up at the stars.

“You ever think about how much of the universe is invisible?” I asked softly after a minute.

“Only all the time,” he chuckled. “Dark matter holds galaxies together. You don’t always see it, but it’s there. Holding the shape. The structure.”

He paused for a moment before his gaze shifted from the sky down to me, eyes full of something I could barely hold. “You’re that for me. You hold me together. You’re part of this, even when it doesn’t feel like it. You’ve changed my center of gravity. And they’ll see that, too.”

He threaded his fingers through mine, and I felt my breath steady at last.

—

Two weeks later, I walked into Spencer’s apartment and took stock of what had changed.

One of Rossi’s books sat on my side of the bed, the page I’d left off on marked with a receipt from our favorite diner — the one with the pie. A framed photo of me and Spencer, mid-laugh on Rossi’s lawn at the party, had taken up residence on his bookshelf, perched next to a faded copy of Cosmos by Carl Sagan. My favorite mug now lived in his cabinet, nestled between his like it had always belonged there.

And on the couch, quietly waiting, was a soft leather-bound journal.

Spencer picked it up and handed it to me once I sat down. “I’ve been, um, writing things down,” he said, voice low. “Things I want you to know. Memories. Anecdotes. Cases that still live somewhere in my head. I realized I never told you half of what made me, me, but I want to start.”

I opened it slowly, fingers tracing his familiar handwriting across the pages. Scribbled thoughts. Stories. Annotations in the margins. I felt the weight of it hit me all at once — not just the pages or the words, but what it meant. That he trusted me with this. That he wanted me to know him, fully and without omission.

I glanced up at him, eyes warm. “You really want me to know it all?”

“All of it.” He leaned in gently, thumb brushing my cheek. “If it ever felt like I was closing doors, this is me opening them. You’re not on the outside.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and leaned in to kiss him softly. “Thank you,” I whispered against his lips.

We curled up together, my head resting gently on his shoulder, the journal open on my lap. Through the window, stars shimmered in the quiet, scattered like secrets we hadn’t told yet. The room felt hushed in that way only night can manage — like the whole world had paused just long enough to let us breathe.

—

After an hour or so of flipping through the journal, Spencer shifted beside me, almost imperceptibly — just enough that I could feel the nerves radiating off of him.

“Turn to the last page,” he said softly, his voice low and careful.

I glanced up at him. His expression was unreadable — serious, but not heavy. Just… open. So I turned the page with one hand, the other laced with his.

There, in his messy, scribbled handwriting, were seven words:

Move in with me. Please say yes.

My breath caught in my throat.

He didn’t speak, just waited, his hand still warm beneath mine. I stared at the words and felt the weight of them settle in my chest.

We weren’t kids. This wasn’t a fantasy, or a giddy impulse, or something he hadn’t thought through. We were two people who had seen some of the worst in life and in each other. We knew what hurt looked like, and we knew what it meant to carry grief and still try to build something anyway.

My mind immediately spun into motion — not just the logistics, but the stakes. What if we made a home together and something still cracked open? What if the walls closed in and started to suffocate us? What if the things he loved about me eventually hardened into something he didn’t recognize?

What if we messed it all up?

I looked at him.

“I know it’s a big step,” he said quietly, as if he could hear every thought I hadn’t spoken. “And I don’t want us to rush anything. But I want a life with you. This — us — is the only thing that’s ever made complete sense to me, even when everything else didn’t. And I’d rather do all the hard parts with you than the easy ones without you.” He studied me a moment. “Plus, I mean, we already spend almost every night together. Your lease is up in a couple months. Half of your clothes live in my drawers. It’s practical, really,” he rambled in typical Spencer fashion. Then he paused, took a breath, and said, “But… that’s not why I’m suggesting it. I’d want this even if it made no practical sense at all.”

I took a breath, and then another, trying to quiet the pulse in my ears. Then I brushed my fingertips against the page, tracing the words he’d written for me with so much hope for the future. I let myself feel that same hope, too.

“Okay,” I whispered. “Yes. Let’s do it.”

His breath stuttered like he hadn’t let himself dream of that answer. And then he smiled, wide and a little dazed.

I leaned in and kissed him, gentle and sure.

It wasn’t a fairytale, and I didn’t need it to be. It was real. Big and messy and soft.

“You know you’re going to have to clear out some shelf space, right? I have at least three milk crates-worth of books, and I refuse to make sacrifices,��� I teased.

He laughed, eyes crinkling. “I’ll make room. I’ll even ask Luke for help putting up more shelves if we need them.”

I grinned. “We’re going to have, like, furniture store arguments, aren’t we?”

“Probably,” he said. “But in a deeply intellectual way. Like over the ethics of couches.”

I giggled. “And we’ll decorate for every holiday and accidentally buy the same coffee beans twice and probably fight over whose turn it is to clean the shower.”

“And I’ll lose, every time,” he said, entirely unbothered. “But you’ll still let me sleep in your arms.”

“Yeah,” I replied simply, because I suddenly didn’t know how to say all the things I felt — about home, and us, and what it meant to be chosen like this.

He leaned over and pressed his forehead to mine. “I want all of it,” he murmured. “The books and the arguments and the coffee and the shower. A full life. With you.”

—

Later, as we lay in bed, the journal still open between us and the stars humming quietly beyond the window, I turned toward him, heart full and aching in the best way.

“Spencer,” I whispered, not really sure what I intended to say next. I think I just needed the shape of his name in my mouth.

He looked over at me — soft, steady — and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Come here,” he murmured, voice low.

I did.

The journal slid to the floor with a quiet thud as I moved to straddle his lap, his hands finding my waist as mine curled against the back of his neck. There was no rush, no urgency — just the slow, reverent unfolding of clothes coming off, of skin against skin. Kisses that felt like punctuation. Touches like promises.

And as we moved together — quiet and close and sure — I felt it again: that invisible tether between us. The way he anchored me without even trying. A kind of gravity you don’t always see, but feel all the same.

Like dark matter. Invisible but everywhere, holding us quietly in place.

ᝰ.ᐟ

[mindflare]

THE [FIRST] DEATH OF JEAN GREY —— UNCANNY X-MEN #137.

[sossolei]

WHAT I’VE WORN AT HOGWARTS + extra stories

ON THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS

I scripted this exact outfit and I was ESTATIC when I woke up on the Hogwarts express with this shit on omg, you guys don’t even know. I didn’t have any type of phone like not even a flip phone, so I was just spending most of my time admiring myself. I was devastated when it was time for me to change into my robes and was in the bathroom mirror obsessing over this outfit. But I’m a chronic outfit repeater so she was definitely worn again!

FIRST SLYTHERIN PARTY

This party came faster than I was expecting, it was the end of the first week before the professors piled on the workload lmao. Because the parties are usually in the lounge, I didn’t want to do too much, so I stuck to something I just pulled out my trunk, except that thing in the middle of the dress was a thick gold accent instead.

My roommate, Penelope saw this outfit and was visibly shocked. She was like “that’s…revealing, do they wear that in America?” And I said yes because…yeah! It’s the 90s y’all, I swear this is modest for 90s standards.

FIRST HOGSMEADE TRIP

If any of you have ever been to the UK, you know it’s pretty cold like 90% of the year. I’m a northerner in this reality so I thought “hell yeah, I got this.” ….I, in fact, did not have it. I was cold asf for the first half, then remembered I’m a literal witch, so I charmed myself warm and slayed the rest of the day!

STUDYING IN THE LIBRARY ON WEEKENDS

This is also an exact outfit I had in my closet because my dumbass thought homework in another reality wouldn’t be that hard. …. Anyways! I can’t be dumb and ugly so I would always go to the library looking cute :P

BACK HOME

Final outfits because I scripted my family home is in the Caribbean hehehe. Going from freezing, snow covered grounds to sand and sun for the Christmas break was soooooo necessary and I’m so glad I scripted this.

This was so much fun to do, complete idea credit to ( moonsdrs ) cause I saw their post and knew it would be so fun for my hogwarts reality! I’m trying to think of more shifting posts to do so if you have any ideas lmk, maybe I’ll do this for my OBX reality as well. HAPPY SHIFTING GUYS🔆

[eobe]

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Caf shop, Coruscant, 1:00 pm

previous chapter (<-)

No way. You won't believe this. Today Commander Fox marched into the caf shop, ordered his caf and came DIRECTLY to my table! No need to be so tall towering and intimidating... Trying to work outside my atelier maybe wasn't a great idea 🙈 Aaand teasing him in the message, calling his caf „Spicy YOU“ without thinking twice made it even worse…

I don’t know why, but he didn‘t stop grinning and he offered to invite me to as much ‚SPICY FOX‘ (...caf ☕️? Of course you... mean the drink, Sir?) as I want if I drew him smiling instead of tired like the first time.

And it’s not necessary to overemphasize that kriffing caf blend like! that! 🙈 Almost hissing... showing canine teethhzzzss 🦊 ... with that glare

I'm an artist. I AM professional mostly. I stay cool and sound. Hrrmph!

Bold clone trooper! I‘m trying to pay my fees with my art and you can‘t just rush in and SPICY FOX (??) me and think that‘s okay. It‘s not. Why am I doing it nevertheless??

He‘s obviously not used to pose, to hold still or even smile. Way too tense, it‘s quite difficult to draw this man.

I‘m not sure if some ‚Spicy Fox‘ I MEAN THE CAF BLEND, SIR! is adequate payment…

🦊🫠✨☕️

Now look, the poor little artist reader is losing it slowly but steadily and HE KNOWS IT! 🦊❤️‍🔥 Hehehe! Screech 🦉🥰

Amber, this is way too much fun! 🤩🫶✨ You can‘t just keep on FOXING me and think that this is not coming back to yoouuu 😁 Hehehehe now YOU get FOXed! Follow me down hehe 😎 🫠

Fun unforseen side story to this drawing: I was sitting in the train on my way, drawing and giggling, irritating teenies so I showed them this drawing for fun. They couldn’t believe that I do TCW art, I guess I disillusioned them, being 30+ with my wild locks, heavy boots and fun excitement, not caring about indignant elders in the train, which would gasp if they knew that I‘m heading to play graphic design boss for some office dressed business peers in glass buildings ✨ I love this, indulging in my betweens like that because I LOVE THE STORY-ART-COLLAB-WHATEVER-MAGIC-MOMENTS. Thank you so much 🥰🙏 I guess creamy caf will never be innocent again hehe 🔥☕️✨

Magic moments between is how to deal with real life, my dear folks 🫶🥰 I'm getting faster drawing, planning, writing, tagging, ALT-texting... all thanks to you all ♥️🤩

My personal ALT text mission (1 additional ALT text for a previous artwork with each new art posting!):

Another clone clowning with his face, but inmidst chaos 😆

Taglist: @eclec-tech @lonewolflupe @bixlasagna @returnofthepineapple @sunshinesdaydream @covert1ntrovert @general-ida-raven @vrycurious @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @groguandthebadbatch @justanotherdikutsimp @ladylucksrogue

Stay FOXed 🦊🔥: @ghostymarni @foxwithadarkside @feral-ferrule @nika6q

[spinn-virus]

No coherent thoughts, just thinking of Charmander Hot Rod eating 16 onsen tamago (hot spring egg) in a row, while keeping his tail flame above water and refusing to get out.

You'd expect Hot Rod to be the water hating one since he's a fire type, and Deadlock to be the water loving one as he always looks clean. But the thing is: heat and steam go very well together, and smoke is not the only type of particle in air that Hot Rod likes.

In winter, having him around feels like a combination of a heater and humidifier, and if you gently pour one wooden ladle of water over Hot Rod, he would steam up the whole room.

Deadlock, on the other paw, won't hesitate to use Rodimus as a scratching post on bathing days, so now Rodimus made his peace with just using air brush, and powder product on Deadlock. And if his Majesty sees fit, he may or may not voluntarily walk through a running stream, but even then, it's only the paws that are cleaned.

Maybe it's his reaction to a life time of being overly cleaned and competition ready.

No one asked, but the ranking of cleanliness would be: Hot Rod > Drift > Rodimus > Deadlock.

Drift being the responsible owner / human / companion that he is, will take Hot Rod on morning walks and make sure Hot Rod's food source is varied.

get him out of the water

put him IN the water

When no one was looking, Hot Rod took sixteen eggs. He took 16 eggs. That's as many as four fours. And that's terrible. (I don't really mean that. I support him)

That's a cool idea actually that some fire types might tolerate or even like hot water and steam. Even though you may have to be careful with that flametail

As for Deadlock, not wanting bath is all well and good until he gets real dusty after a scuffle. Then what? Combat protective padded gear and a water hose probably. It's necessary but he will be mad at you (disclaimer don't actually torment his sweet soul with a water hose)

I appreciate Rodimus. He's just trying to make Deadlock comfortable. So nice of him. He tries his best that's what makes him so precious

Same goes for Drift. Hot Rod walkies... awwwh ... you know he's climbing trees and setting things on fire and chasing/picking fights with wild pokemon but that's just the enrichment he needs. I imagine Drift wouldn't really do battles with him, he just kinda gets to be a menace for a bit

I love this by the way. Lil random thoughts. Thank you for sending!!! <3 they're really fun heheh

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies! About a lot of stuff, including Ace/Idia, Snake and Silver being similar and Floyd/Epel infiltrating people’s dreams…

Anonymous asked:

https://www.tumblr.com/nerenda/767945480214806528

Honestly, it’s very nice seeing that so many people are fed up with this kind of behavior.  It used to be such an effective tactic to harass both the creator and people who interact with their work in any way, so many people became antis simply because they were paranoid that they would get “oh so you think this is allowed? Oh so you like this kind of thing?” treatment.

But as more and more people acknowledge that this whole issue is a made-up problem and a nothingburger that only serves to deflect attention from things that actually do matter, it slowly gets better. I hope more people see this.

thestarlightfae asked:

I love the background! The glow from the windows! The gold tentacles dripping... something... Do I want to know what that is?

Thank you so much!! I am very happy you like it. We wanted to finish this one for a while now, so I am very glad we can finally post it.

Oh don’t worry, it’s nothing that is too bad … just some octopus juice~

Anonymous asked:

This is amazing

I sent both of the tits asks, thank you

I knew it. Those ask were very specific hehehe.

Still, I’m glad you liked it, Anon <3 It was necessary for me to talk about this topic for two days in a row lol

Anonymous asked:

do you think ace and idia would work out? shipping everyone with everyone and thought they'd be cute lol

I think they might, Anon! They really are cute together, and they were very cute in the Ghost Marriage event. Ace loves being all cute and sleazy with his senpais, but with Idia, it seems like he genuinely thinks that he is cool and would love to hang out with him; he is also very impressed with his gaming skills in ch6. But he is also a little douche who likes to talk shit about people around him + call out their bullshit, and those qualities are incredibly specific, but also somehow the qualities that Idia kind of gravitates towards. I think if they were to hang out together more, Idia would develop a soft spot for Ace, and Ace would be both an adorable (still sleazy) kohai and a cool social charmer, which is like the boyfriend trope in Idia’s head (and that would make the whole thing so embarrassing to him). Ace wouldn’t mind helping him out with all the talking~

I’m not sure about the longevity of this potential fling, but they would have a lot of fun with both the videogames and shittalking lol And this is basically what both of them want out of the relationship, so…

thedragonofbadasstemple asked:

I just dreamt that I was on the internet after a new TWST update dropped in the JP server and everyone was going crazy because Epel and Floyd started dating canonically. I think the art y'all made that one time of them going on a date permanently altered my brain.

OH MY GOD 😭 I am sorry for affecting you this way, but also, what an amazing dream lol

It would’ve been so funny. Out of nowhere, and this exact ship out of every possible ships… I’d love to see everyone’s reaction~

Flopel couple SSR card 🥹

anonyanonymouse asked:

ohh my god,,,, Silver and Snake are so similar and I have been having thoughts about them both... crying thinking about Lilia doting on Snake and his snakes because he reminds him of his son???? Silver teaching Snake to wield a sword?? All of Snake's snakes instantly adoring Silver 😭 it's so cute... I am also thinking about Lilia and Sebek pushing poor Snake way past his limits because they're used to Silver accepting anything, and Snake wouldn't even have the confidence to tell them to stop!!! HELP!!!!!

They really are similar… and both are so precious.

Awhhh, Lilia doting on Snake sounds so sweet! He’d immediately feel the bond, which would probably be a little weird for Snake at first; why is this guy acting this way towards him? He is not much taller or older looking than Ciel, and yet he’s acting like he is Snake’s dad… a dad that Snake never had~

Lilia would befriend the snakes very quickly AND YES OF COURSE the snakes would instantly adore Silver!! Ahh, this is so cute!

Also, it sounds as if Silver and Snake somehow exchanged: snakes for Silver and Lilia+Sebek combo for Snake, and boy oh boy Snake is not ready for these two LOL Poor thing, he really won’t be able to even utter anything that would make them stop… and Lilia would get so excited that it’s probably going to be Sebek who’d notice that this not-Silver is panting so hard that he is basically passing out because of such a rough treatment.

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6. Watching ~ Sounds ominous

OOO WATCHING. This one's a fanfic of a fanfic. Specifically of Against the Tide by Domestic_Ice on ao3 (definately reccomend it btw. It's a great read), based on the end of chapter 12, written before chapter 13 was posted. Sandra Lynn worries if she was too harsh on Adaine about getting checked out after she was rescued. I'll give you the whole thing because it's technically an inactive wip. Putting it under the cut because: TW for implied SA? Adaine's obedience triggers Sandra Lynn's Bobby Dawn-related emotions. She doesn't actually say it, but there are lines that heavily imply that she's concerned somebody'll take advantage of Adaine in that way.

Sandra Lynn was watching.

That was all she knew how to do, really.

She stood in the doorway, holding a very quickly cooling mug of tea. She hadn’t dared touch it, dared take her eyes off the kids for even a moment. They looked like they were having fun, but there was a hollow pit in Sandra Lynn’s stomach.

Had she pressed too far with Adaine, said something too harsh? The way the girl had stiffened and listened to her was… unnatural. Adaine had suffered so much more than Sandra Lynn ever had, but there was something familiar about the complacency she showed.

She remembered when she had stopped fighting, when he had threatened just enough to make her comply, to let him have his way. She straightened uncomfortably at the memory, wiping it from her mind as quickly as possible. Focus. The kids.

Watching.

A wet nose touched her cheek as Jawbone rested his muzzle on her shoulder. She flinched for a second, but pressed her head against his.

“Your tea’s cold.” He whispered, keeping his voice down to avoid alerting the kids to the presence of adults.

“You have let plenty of teas go cold over the past few months.” She brought her hand up and touched his muzzle. “I think you can spare some courtesy for one of mine.”

He eased his arms around her waist. “I s’pose I must.”

She leaned back into him, but couldn’t pull her eyes away from the fort. If anything happened…

She remembered the look on the faces of every lost person she had ever rescued, every victim she had ever recovered, the relief on their faces as she wrapped a shock blanket around their shoulders and promised them it was all going to be alright. There was no shock blanket for Adaine, no handoff to the hospital, it was her responsibility, at least partially anyway, to bring her in from the cold. She must have tensed up, or whined, or made some sound to expose her anxiety because Jawbone snuggled into her neck a little more.

“We’ll be alright now.” His words were reassuring, but something about it didn’t hit for Sandra Lynn.

Adaine’s blind obedience… What if…

She swallowed. “What if we can’t make it feel safe again?” Her voice was quiet, hesitant.

What if somebody takes advantage of her? In this state, who knows what somebody with a commanding enough voice could make her do?

She never felt bad for bringing out the ‘Mom Voice’. It felt necessary, and it was supremely useful when you had the Archdevil of Rebellion as your daughter, but the way Adaine had placated was not the reaction she had hoped to elicit. There was something off about it, something that made her stomach churn with worry.

“We'll get there.” Jawbone promised, and Sandra Lynn couldn't help but believe him.

“We should head to bed.” Sandra Lynn sighed after a few moments of silence.

As she usually did when she was nervous about the kids, she crouched down and began to trace the rune for an Alarm spell in the dust. About half way through, she stopped, a spear of guilt stabbing her right through the chest.

What was she doing?

Adaine had been surrounded by alarm spells for months, and Sandra Lynn had the audacity to cast one that she could so easily pass over. She hastily brushed dust back over the rune, blinking back guilty tears. She was already fucking it up.

She stood up straight and marched to their bedroom without another word to Jawbone.

Once she was safely far away from where the kids could accidently hear, she flopped onto her bed with a groan of frustration.

The bed creaked slightly as Jawbone joined her. “What's on your mind?”

“I should be asking you that.” She said miserably, voice slightly muffled by the duvet. “It's your daughter who just came home from being kidnapped.”

Jawbone took a moment to think her words through. “Alright, fair enough. My turn and then yours, deal?”

Sandra Lynn flipped over so she could actually see him, “Deal.”

“I'm scared.” He exhaled. “There's no way the Fallinese government gives up on Adaine so quickly. She… apologised to me when she was crying, I have this sinking feeling it wasn't because she got snot on my cardigan.”

“You think they made her do something?” She shuffled closer, resting her head on Jawbone's chest.

He reached around and pulled her in closer. “I wish I knew. I'm sure she'll tell me eventually, but I can't help but worry.”

“You're her dad. It's your job to worry.”

Jawbone's chest rose and fell in a comforting rhythm as he chuckled softly. “I s'pose it is. Alright, your turn.”

Sandra Lynn sighed. “Usually, when I'm worried about the kids I'll put an Alarm or two down, but I'm scared that Adaine is going to feel trapped. Riz explained all the traps to me and it was just full of Alarm spells. What if she thinks I'm trying to trap her too?”

“It's probably for the best that you didn't.” He agreed. “Adaine has the other Bad Kids. They won't let her get taken again, even if they're attacked in the middle of the night.”

“Logically, I know that.” She exhaled slowly. “But I'm scared they'll break her. Even if we get her back again, what if she's always obedient? What if she forgets how to speak for herself?” She grimaced. “Forgets how to say no?”

She quietened slightly. “She's around the age I was, Jawbone.”

“I’m sure that’s not what they want.” He kissed her on the forehead, hugging her tight.

“I know, I know.” She closed her eyes. “I guess we’re worried together.”

“As long as we’re together. All of us.”

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Sandra Lynn hadn’t woken up from a nightmare in a cold sweat for a long time.

Sure, she woke up from nightmares fairly frequently, once a fortnight for sure, but she hadn’t jolted awake, absolutely soaked in sweat, for a while.

She wished that the nightmares faded like dreams once she woke up, but they didn’t. They burned into her eyelids, catching in her chest, unable to be freed. 

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and set her feet firmly in the ground. She took a deep breath.

Debrief.

She had seen Fig, sitting at the end of the dinner table. Her mouth might as well have been stitched up, for how quiet she was. As much as she hated that part, there were worse things. Her daughter’s horns had been sawn off, still leaking blood while she sat at the table, waiting for permission to eat. All Sandra Lynn could do was sit there, watching, unable to give her the permission she needed, unable to say anything. Every time she tried, the wrong thing would come out of her mouth. She’d say something harsh. Something mean and wrong. She couldn’t stop it, only watch as her fiery daughter crumbled.

If she hadn’t felt like there was a steel claw around her chest, she would have laughed. She never could have imagined the day where she found herself wishing for a disobedient child, but here she was. Her hands shook as she placed them in her lap. She raised them up as she inhaled, and down as she exhaled, her breathing extremely careful.

She and Jawbone had made an agreement never to suffer alone. They were always allowed to wake each other up, no matter the time of night, even if they just needed to talk. But still, they both hung onto outdated beliefs, anxious to disturb each other’s well needed rest.

They had a system.

She opened her bedside drawer and retrieved a notebook and pen. She flipped through the pages until she found some that were empty and began to write.

My daughter is safe.

My daughter is safe.

My daughter is safe.

Over, and over, and over again. Over and over until she believed it.

The words she wrote slowly changed.

My daughters are safe.

My daughters are safe.

My daughters are safe.

All of them.

Fig, Adaine, and Kristen.

She must have written at least three full pages before she trusted that maybe, just maybe, it was true.

She placed the notebook on the bedside table, the pen placed neatly on top. After another moment of reflection, she rolled over and cuddled back close to Jawbone.

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When she woke the next morning, Jawbone was lounging next to her with one of his counselling books propped open in his lap. Instead of reading it, he was watching her.

“Creep.” Sandra Lynn muttered teasingly, regarding him with a sleepy gaze.

“I saw your notebook.” He shuffled down so he was at eye level with her. “What was it about?”

“Fig in Adaine’s position.” She answered honestly. She had left the signal, no reason for her to be cagey about it. “She was so placated, and all I could do was sit there. Her… her horns were removed, Jawbone. It was awful.” She dragged her hands over her face.

“Nasty.” He agreed, glancing over at his nightstand, where his own notebook sat.

Sandra Lynn propped herself up on her elbows. “You too, huh?”

“Yeah. Just the same as usual. Adaine getting snatched. This time I tried my best to fight them off, but they just restrained me with silver chains. It hurt.”

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For the Headcanon ask board, can you do number 3 and 5?

Thanks for the ask and sorry for answering so late!! Uhhhh.... Uhhhh... You gave me tricky ones!

3. Romantic headcanon for fave ship.

Okay so my fave romantic ship is actually SoMa. You probably were hoping for another pair from me though heheh so I'll do two for this one.

I'm realizing that I'm not good at thinking of romantic headcanons for SoMa, because I see them as kids and not getting too romantic till post-canon... So I guess these are more just...intimacies? I like the idea that Soul helps Maka on and off with her boots. Look at those things... They are HEAVY. And I honestly can't tell without going back to look at screenshots but it looks as if the metal? Is an external thing, kind of like the spikes you put on snow boots to walk through ice? It looks like the metal may be its own thing altogether that she wears just for combat's sake. Which...well man, her legs must be strong. But yeah... I feel like Soul helps her on/off with her boots. Which is quite a personal thing. And then Maka, I feel like she does Soul's laundry and specifically hand-washes his head bands for him. Rich boy don't know how to do laundry when he first comes to the academy, fight me... And rather than make fun of him, Maka just...helps. And with the head bands specifically she takes that extra care because they're important to him, to the look he's after. And she never says a word about it, and he probably only shyly and guiltily tells her thanks every other week or so. They don't talk about it. It's just something she does. And then...I like to think he lets her hear him play. Like if he's sitting in his room, writing a new song on his guitar... She creeps up to the door to listen, peering in the crack... He left it open to let her know she's welcome. And she just sits there silently listening to him compose, knowing that in itself is a gift. And he lets his soul be seen in that way, cuz that's so deeply personal.

As for Spirit and Stein, which is who I assume you were really asking about... Shockingly I prefer them platonically, but on the romantic side... And this is all post-canon thoughts for me, for these two, btw.

I think they're actually absurdly gentle with each other, when it comes to physical things. Too much past baggage for both of them individually and together, so they are extremely cautious together and make no assumptions. And if ever things heat up they take a step back and make sure they're both okay. They take things at their pace, neither rushing ahead of the other. Also, Spirit is the one in charge lol. Also I think they spend a lot of quiet time together. Spirit reading some deep book about the history of witch-kind, Stein next to him on the couch studying weapon soul anatomy on his laptop. Till one of them falls asleep against the other, and then oh well trapped forever now guess it's nap time. Just...quiet intimacies like that. They've been together so long that words aren't that necessary; just being together is enough. They already know what the other is thinking. Apparently I'm not creative with romance lol.

5. A crossover related headcanon.

Ho-boy. I don't care for crossovers, lol. But here we go...

Guess I'll pick Kim Possible because it's the thing I have spent the most time in for the last four or five years. (My gosh who let me do that oh it was me oops.)

Mental image of Stein looking at Dr. Drakken, the two sizing each other up, noting each other's similar scars... (my gosh I have a type and that type is mad scientist apparently) and Stein privately thinking to himself... Why is this guy blue? Why's his girlfriend green and have these crazy powers that def aren't soul wavelength? Gotta "befriend" these people and then dissect them.

Meanwhile Dr. Drakken is looking at the screw in Stein's head like, boy you got a screw loose for sure if that's in fact real and how are you still alive? Are you a zombie? Feeling a little scared of him.

Until. Spirit just de-transforms out of Stein's hands and Drakken is like....human weapon??? Okay time to "befriend" these people and figure out how to get my own human weapons.

Basically, mad scientists figuring out how to manipulate the other toward their personal goals.

I'm not creative lol I'm sorry. Crossovers are just not where my thoughts go. Hope it was entertaining enough anyway.

Thanks for the ask!

[eatsbop]

Im shocked how much mystery they still put in lim hanrim and na hwajins backstories even though we are almost to a 100 episodes?

hanrim= high school graduate, top at martial art in her special unit, raised by her father (stated she didnt had a mom), had a rough time in middle school

hwajin= His dad used to be a teacher too and spoke fondly of his dad bringing him chicken , university graduate, obedient kid (? said he lisent to his parents a lot so?), was engaged or married to gayoon choi, resecently seemed to get emotional when whale explained he also raised by his dad.

i thought it would be fun to ask you if you have any predictions for the series, i discovered the series by seeing one of your post so thank you! have a nice day

Hey, anon~ hello! And thanks!

I'll be honest, I haven't really thought much about Hwajin's and Hanrim's backstories since every arc of this manhwa is absolute banger, I just kinda let the author take me wherever lol.

But hey! It wouldn't hurt right? If it's just speculating.. even if I say something silly, I'll be forgiven, right? Heheh. I did entertain the idea of Hwajin coming from an abusive household and Choi Gangseok taking custody of him at some point and raising him.

Would anyone care for some parallels.. anyone out there who'd like a bit of a heart break? Lmao

Ah, but first Hanrim. For Hanrim I think it won't be necessary for us to theorize. There's a manhwa called Hanrim Gym (romanized as Hanlim too). I think much of Hanrim's story was (or will be) told there (not 100% sure, I've only read around 2 chapters lol but I'm planning to catch up on it soon). But hey, if you're curious, I think it's worth checking out. I think Hanrim appears around chapter 10 or so, maybe earlier. I suspected she's some sort of a delinquent in her teenage years.. and as the story's panning out, I think it's highly likely she actually is.

Now for Hwajin. I got the notion that he might have been abused/neglected as a kid from Minseo's arc (the cute 6 year old, seriously so cute, so cute, damn my heart Minseo is the cutest kid fr). Out of all the cases, Hwajin seemed particularly affected by Minseo's case (well, me too but like man poor baby seriously.. who among y'all wasn't affected??).

It just struck me something odd that the story seemed to be hinting to some kind of instant recognition in Hwajin regarding Minseo's situation when he first noticed him at the convenience store.

I mean, Hwajin's a military man (I'M NOT SAYING MILITARY PEOPLE ARE COLD AND INDIFFERENT!! But), he's not a child psychologist or like idk.. he's not even a dad as far as I know, but the way he spoke from "Minseo's perspective" (and how he generally sympathized with him) made it seem as if it's all familiar territory to him.

So like idk, maybe I'm just reading into it too much. Maybe any guy sensible enough would say the same things. Maybe it's only natural to lose your cool when dealing with such garbage people who'd hurt their own kid to the point that the child would rupture their liver (no shit, I'd start swinging a baseball bat myself) but hey, it's just speculating so it's fine hahah.

Anyway, thank you for the ask, anon. I appreciate it. This spiel is so long-winded I hope you don't mind. Have a good one on your side of the planet. Fistbump.

[michaelwavemichaelwave]

i am intrigued by arise… what could that be?

Hehehe

I'm so glad you ASKED!!

Arise is the title of the WIP that I occasionally allude to in various tags, and I've been working on it since May. (The title has changed over time, but I think I'm finally satisfied with Arise!)

Basically it's a Midam fix-it fic! (It alligns mostly with canon events, but it's very different from canon.)

It starts pre 15x08 when they're getting out of Hell and progresses into post canon! (I'm doing a terrible job of selling it, I know, I'm so bad at summarizing it without giving anything away! 😂) But they visit Kate, Adam goes to college and becomes a doctor and other fun stuff!

I've been mostly working on editing/ revising/ adding to later chapters. There's still parts that I've yet to write/ expand.

Word Count is currently 60,000. (I plan on posting it once it's complete, which is TBD 😂!)

Here's the opening prologue of the first chapter! Let me know what you think/ if I should change anything!! (Is it engaging? Too wordy?) I don't think I've read the first chapter since the Summer, but I believe it's done (DEFINITLY still need to tweak a few things. I feel like the second paragraph is a bit repetitive and I should cut it down for clarity as well as other parts.) (Ok, now I'm rereading it and can't tell if it's dull af or if I'm just being over critical of my writing. Definitely both. But I'll be cutting some of this from the final version).

"Adam!"

Adam lurches up from where he had been nestled against Michael at the urgency of his voice. Peeking his head up from where he had settled to sleep for the night.

They had long since discussed the subject that Adam doesn't need to sleep. But Adam was adamant that, "What else is there to do in Hell for a thousand years?" 

To which Michael would respond with "work," like the work-a-holic he is. Or "A thousand years really isn't that long of a period of time." But with the increasing amount of time they spent in Hell his tone would imply differently. Having worn into a cold resignation over the years.

Adam would roll his eyes at him, and try to correct his concept of time to that of humanity's. But even he grew distant from "humanity." He seemed to exist in a strange place of being too old to be human but too young to be an angel.

"Adam." The repeated stern caution of Michael's voice jars him back to full attention.

"What is it?" Adam asks warily as he anxiously strokes Michael's feathers as he sits up. Both to sooth Michael as well as to fidget with something.

"The Cage. It's open." Again.

"Oh," is all he can get out.

The memory of the first time is still deeply burned into their minds and Michael's wings. The searing agony of the bars against his body that remained even after Michael had instinctively fallen to the ground of The Cage away from the bars. How the pain had penetrated into his soul even through Michael's grace. Michael writhing on the floor trying to soothe all of his feathers at once. How Adam could only watch after Michael had taken the brunt of the anti-angel warding and material of the bars. They were made of the same material as angel blades, and making contact with them caused grave injuries that lingered and were slow and stubborn to heal. Michael's feathers had long since regrown after that first incident that had occured in year 203 of their confinement. However there were still a few scars that had yet to heal where the feathers hadn't grown back.

[Removed 2 paragraphs here to edit later, but I don't think they're necessary]

After the first time trying to exit The Cage they'd agreed to be more patient. Michael apologized non-stop for failing Adam, and Adam had to assure Michael he wasn't to blame, he honestly would've done the same. But something about that hadn't set right with Michael. He prided himself on his patience, and yet he had been moved to rashness in that moment. It weighed on him- being human, failure. Everything about The Cage had stripped him of his status, his family, his power, his freedom. How could he make an error in perceiving The Cage as open when it wasn't? Michael had never made mistakes before, and failure was immensely devastating. What was he if he made mistakes?

And Adam had taught him how to recover from mistakes- he was an expert on the subject. Though Michael still struggled, Adam made it bearable.

After that Michael had closed himself off from Adam before eventually allowing himself to be more open in front of Adam. They shared a desperation to be free of The Cage, but together they kept each other in check.

And when the door had seemed to open for the second time- Again they had fallen for it.

They couldn't keep ramming into The Cage walls with reckless abandon whenever the opportunity presented itself.

It worried Adam how The Cage could trick all of Michael's eyes. And Michael would fall for it because his eyes and senses had never wronged him before.

Michael would consult Adam when he thought The Cage was open. He’d consult Adam, and those would be the rare glimpses that Adam got of The Cage that Michael always carefully shielded from his view. He’d report back that The Cage appeared to still be sealed. Then they'd wait, and watch until the door closed again. And pray that that wasn't it.

But this was different.

Adam paused for a beat over the electric race of Michael's thoughts and emotions.

“It’s open.”

[12thbiologist]

okay thank u for the timeline correction! think i just misconstrued a post i saw in the southern reach tag

thinking of still shooting mr vandermeer an email telling him like what we plan on doing with his works and maybe asking for a blessing idk but seems polite to let him know beforehand and itd be so cool if he was like supportive or even interested in it !!

following in the footsteps of many book adapters before me ... "no i havent read it but by god i Will be the one to make a movie out of it" hahskdj no but !! i have high hopes that i'll enjoy it! bcos a) nature that is a little fucked up as a treat is so up my alley and then autistic coded biologist <3 b) ive heard nothing but good (read: amazing) things from ppl who have read it and are also autistic and a little obsessed w weird nature

and even if i dont like books (inconceivable) its still a rlly cool concept to try and make into like a visual media format! and idk i have the equipment & time & motivation and the fan base (including myself) would like a better adaptation so !! making the art i wanna see in the world and all that

with the casting i'm hm worried isnt the word but like i wouldnt be able to pay the actors and like this obviously wouldnt be as intense and time consuming as shooting an actual movie/tv series but i'd be asking ppl to basically volunteer in a time when a lot of ppl cant rlly afford that? and thinking of going to florida to shoot it since i currently live up in the mountains and the environment looks nothing like it would in the books and personally i think the swamp ambience is important! i would like it to be there! so... sigh considered maybe starting a patreon for this but like hm hm hm i Want this to be like a low budget passion project yk i want ppl to see what we could do with so little and be inspired to make their own things w minimal equipment!! i Know its not bad to ask for yk what would be completely optional support but not every kid with a camera can start a patreon or, if its an original idea project, ask for the support of an Already There community so idk kinda stuck on that one...

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you could definitely start a patreon to try and get funds for it!!! im not entirely sure how many people would pledge to it, since the TSR fandom is quite small, but it couldnt hurt

asking mr vandermeer for a blessing is actually a great idea!! not necessary but very kind to do so :-3 i've talked with him very briefly once before (he gave me a signed copy of area x for my birthday) and hes suuuper nice so i bet he would love to hear about it! he might even have his own ideas for how to adapt it that never made it into the movie

i cant wait for u to read the book proper im sure itll blow your socks off, just based on how excited you are already and how much fun autisms and naturey stuff is in it hehehe

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sleepover!! (allie edition).

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ok i’m a bit late but thank you so much for 500 followers!!! this is super insane and i’m so incredibly happy :))

so in honor of 500 wannabe-vampires….

ALLIE IS THROWING A SLEEPOVER!!!

YAYY!!

I’m a slow writer and I have a job so it’s gonna be over the course of a few days! Don’t feel pressured to join, but I would love for you guys to come and participate!! <3

“it’s a date!!”

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when?~ (december 23, 2021- december 27, 2021)

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here are some activities for us to do!! 😚😚

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<🧛🏻‍♀️> become a wanna-be vampire! i absolutely adore talking to you guys! but i understand wanting to stay anonymous! so…message my ask box with a lil description about yourself and request 2 emoji’s that you think represent you! once you do so you’ll officially be a member of the wannabevampire family! i’ll post which emoji belongs to you and then you’re free to sign off/verify your asks (or comments!)

note: Becoming an anon is not necessary to interact with my posts or account, I just thought it would be fun! (must be 18+) <3

<🕊> ask allie anything! Self explanatory! ask me any questions about me you’d like to know! send them through my ask box! (anon is fine if you don’t want to share your url! but i’d love to know who i’m talking to!)

<🩰> thot corner!! send me as many horny thoughts and drabbles as you’d like! i wanna hear y’all’s ideas! send them to my ask box so i can post and/or add onto them <3

<🎧> test your psychic abilities! send me any assumptions you have about me and i’ll let you know if they’re true!! ya know; how i look/my style, favorite music genre, likes and dislikes, anything goes! (within reason of course, but i trust you guys!? hehehe i want to know who y’all think I am…)

<🧸/🍰> two truths and a lie….this one is has two options! I want to get to know you all better, and I want y’all to know more about me as well!

1) send me a (🧸) in my ask box and i’ll post two truths and a lie about myself! Guess in the comments or in my ask box and i’ll reveal once your votes are in :] request a theme if you want! (ex. two truths and a lie movie edition ect.)

2) send me a (🍰) with two truths and a lie about yourself! and let me guess :D [your ask must be public OR you have to be an established anon! just cuz otherwise i literally have no way to guess lol!]

note: send in (🍰🧸) if you want to do both <3

<🧁> fuck, marry, kiss/kill….self explanatory, however you get to chose whether or not my option is to kiss… or to kill (o_O) send it to my ask box and let’s have some fun…

<🕯> kisses and kinks!!♡ Ask me questions about my favorite kinks, tropes, or turn-ons! Or.. Ask my about romance! my love language, what makes me blush and giggle, my favorite romantic gestures, how I flirt! Go crazy! Also an opportunity Confess your sins hehe, want to tell me your favorite trope? go for it! want to announce your love language? be my guest!

note: ask as many questions as you want! but be prepared for me to ask some back 😈 (you don’t have to answer dw! just thought it would be fun!)

<☁️> advice from allie! Got any questions? Concerns? Need some help or advice? Send me an ask! (as always anon is fine!) I’ve been told I give good advice and would love to talk to more of y’all :)

<💌> allie plays cupid!!♡ send me a (💌) in my ask box with one or two sentences about yourself, or just a few fun facts! and i will ship you with a character! currently i only write for mcu, so i will only be shipping you with a character from that universe!

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okay! cool! please join :D

reminder this is an 18+ account so do not interact with me if you’re a minor!

tagging some mutuals because i would love for you guys to come hang out (even if it’s just for a minute!)

@waspswidows @eviewritessometimes @you-expect-too-much @agentofbarnes @becca-e-barnes @starsvck @starbuckie @druigsluvbot @mothdruid @serendipityrogers @lilbabyfaee @greenorangevioletgrass @hungryyeyes

okay peace out! hope you can make it :D

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Hello and yay for this blog!!! I have a question :D. If a certain Chinese star were to wear jeans that say "my cock is gluten free" and "pull me down and fuck me," do you think his stylist would have chosen this knowingly, or do you think it's possible they just were like "hmm english words looks good" and didn't bother to look up the meaning? If they did know the meaning, would they have likely informed the star? Very desperate for the thought process behind this Choice hehehe. Thank you!

Ah, I was wondering hoping if I would get asked about those infamous jeans and here you are!

First and foremost; the following is all speculation from my experiences in the business and is wholly subjective. 

It isn’t impossible that they weren’t aware of what was written on the jeans, but it also isn’t all that likely either. When you pull up these jeans on the Dsquared2 site there’s a listing of what is doodled and written on the jeans and it’s not something that would be overlooked by neither stylist nor client. 

That said, Yibo does know some English and while he may not have known these words exactly, there’s more than enough ways of discerning their meaning. I would also bet half a year of my salary that his stylist would have known what was written here, or any number of personnel that works with them for that matter. I would also take into consideration that even if the jeans had slipped by all these people that may or may not have had the ability to see what was all over them, some of Yibo’s fellow idols should have (looking at you specifically, Seungyoun).

Setting this aside for a moment, I’ll go into who I think is responsible for the jeans being worn to begin with - Wang Yibo himself is the likely culprit. 

Why do I think this? There’s many reasons but most are inconsequential while two points frame the scene as I see it. 

This is markedly not a choice a stylist would make. Stylists, at the end of it all, are employees and therefore it shouldn’t be too surprising to know we have rules in place we must abide no matter if we are working outside the purview of the company we are housed under. Even when we work exclusively with a client, we are still taking the name of our company as well as our own with us and are operating as an extension of the brand the company promotes and promises. I don’t know of any company here (and I live in rather free faring place which welcomes eccentricities, mind) that would allow these jeans to be submitted as part of a pitch to either buy or borrow unless they were very specifically in line with a client’s public image and style. Technically these jeans would classify as offensive and profane which means they would invite trouble and cause a stir. While stylists are not associated much with the PR side of things we are still essentially a team playing for the same client - this selection, if gone badly, would be like asking for lightning to strike twice in one place at the same time. If a scandal amounted from them PR would have to handle it and that means the stylist would come under fire for making such a bold and risky choice, most especially with a younger client that thus far didn’t have the sort of image one would think to associate with jeans such as these. 

The second reason is that, from what I can tell, this is in line with Yibo’s personality. He’s very serious about style and engages with it as he does most things; by overtaking it completely and rebranding it to suit him to the point that it makes one wonder if the style wasn’t designed with him in mind. He makes full use of what fashion is all about at it’s core; expression. These jeans in particular would have suited the Yibo of the time he wore them (2018, if I remember right?) as he was trying to break away from the image he held as a pretty boy with demure and soft looks which held the shock value of being in such contrast with his dancing and rapping. He’s mentioned before that he doesn’t really like being “cute/sy” and having to do things in the way of that since it’s not true to who he feels he is. Which, honestly, a lot of idols and stars go through this experience where they no longer wish to be constrained by the persona they play for the public and one of the most impactful means of going about it is to address the styling since it is the focal point of public image. 

The Dsquared2 jeans don’t only say “my cock is gluten free,” there’s actually quite a lot to them and I think it would help if more were aware of it so here’s the description of them on the website: 

D Squared Limited Edition Jeans. Sexy Twist Printed Low Rise. Fun, Evil Boy, Love Sucks, Pull Me Down, Open Me, Unzip, Buttons, Wine Is My Water, Tic Tac Toe, Dean & Dan, Sex, Gluten Free Cock, Hot Patches

The jeans actually say “pull me down and fuck me” right there on the ass, but naturally they can’t list the expletives in the marketing. Not strictly important to this post, but still worth mentioning given the hushed treatment of what the placement of such words could easily imply and the effect that could have had. 

Anyway, the bit that is very telling in my opinion is that “evil boy” tag. I’m not terribly certain due to having never been fortunate enough to work with these jeans myself and the internet only has so many pictures from so many angles, but “evil boy” is either written somewhere (which I think is the case since there’s devil horns present as well) or they’re being promoted as such for aesthetic value. Regardless, I am fairly certain this would be the feature which caught Yibo’s eye. It’s on brand for someone seeking to shatter the conceptual ideal of being naive, innocent, youthful, or soft.

The jeans as a whole fit with Yibo’s sense of humor, as I’ve seen it at least. He lost his mind and fell into full laughter and hysterics over a dick joke, not even minding that he was being filmed or anything. He was still laughing about it even after the other hosts had moved beyond it, making them circle back around to it and in turn making it all the more hilarious for him to enjoy. You can see it clearly in the bts footage from the CQL set that he enjoys being mischievous and stirring things up and having a good time. 

This is who he is, I believe, and it makes a lot of sense for him to have made this stylistic choice and then either convince his stylist to let him run with it or change out at the last second. Both of these are possible, though one of them is less probable than the other given how tricky it actually would be to sneak a wardrobe alteration past the many people that make up the staffing roster for any events, and then to be able to change in the limited time frame available between exiting the dressing room to being in the public sphere would be one in a thousand. Much simpler to goad your stylist into being lenient enough to give you free reign over your own styling - we can only hold out and say no when the grounds for it are met, which this wouldn’t have done in all likelihood - and most of the time we build up a good enough relationship and rapport with clients that we end up doting on them a bit and heed their requests when we can.

That’s all from me on this token moment in Yibo’s very stacked fashion history. Thanks for asking!

Furthermore, there’s the third possibility that this wasn’t a styling choice whatsoever. Or at least not one that involved the stylist in any real regard. It is very plausible that this was just Yibo in his own clothes, having dressed down after the main events wound down. I’ve never actually watched to see what that night looked like overall, but from the videos I have seen it looked to me like the actual do had passed and they were all just goofing around and having their own dance competitions and such when he was wearing them. I can’t say for sure that he did or did not have them on for the whole thing or if they were his own self packed casual wear. In which case it would fall back to his studio to tend to since stylists generally don’t hold authority over personal clothing choices and only ever have a hand in it when it is expressly stated in contracts or temporary clauses, and it just isn’t too common anymore. 

Worth a quick mention for means of distinction, here in the US this choice wouldn't have raised many eyebrows no matter if it was chosen by an artist or a stylist. The only reason I feel it necessary to say this is simply because this is not so in China and that alone lends context to the controversy of these jeans. In the scope of conservatism these jeans are outrageous and I think that a stylist would steer clear of utilizing them at all if they value their job. This is why I don't consider it likely at all that Yibo and his stylist collaborated to make use of these jeans as a way to shake away the remnants of his pretty boy aesthetic.

[yuraimi-lee-bunny]

Gray's Character Analysis Part I. Introdution

Well, the day has come, here begins the analysis of Gray as a character throughout the series. I had previously done character analysis, but this is the longest in analysis writing I'll do, but it's worth it. I hope you enjoy it, don’t hesitate to comment on everything you believe or even add other examples or characteristics that I have not noticed. I’m very excited and nervous hehehe.

Here we go!

There are 3 important facts you need to know about Graham/Gray/Crackle to fully understand their personality and worldview:

1.- His name is Graham Calloway (let's put aside that we FINALLY have his last name, it will be important and symbolic later)

2.- He’s an orphan

3.- He wants to be successful.

Gray enrolled in the “Vocational School” being actually VILE. Maelstrom mentions that he currently works at the Sydney Opera House as an electrician and will soon be promoted to Stage Lighting Technician. Let's start with the fact that Graham wasn’t working in a simple place, we’re talking about a place like a lot of prestige and tourism, light and electricity being extremely important, therefore, really professional and prepared people must be hired. That tells you how Gray besides being a great electrician, he wants to work at the best of the best to earn as much money as he can. And with that promotion, Graham is doing very well, he is succeeding. But as he said: "I feel like my talents can be put to more ... lucrative ends"

Something that from the first time I watched the serie and that I could notice in Gray is that he's curious, he always wants to see and do beyond what is presented and has. He likes new experiences, learning things that help him with his purposes, challenges and showing that he can overcome them (I consider that he only shows it to himself, not to someone or others). Even in the first book of "Who is Carmen Sandiego?" it's mentioned that he spent a lot of time with Dr. Bellum creating and devising new things. This boy always has ideas in his head as to what he likes the most, which is electricity. He's really passionate about it.

He realized that he could make more money by stealing from the rich and not just being an electrician. Gray always points up and wants to show himself that he can do it. He's always calm, relaxed, with a mischievous look, as if somehow he's always ready for everything and nothing surprises him. Until then a girl named Black Sheep arrives. When Graham first meets Black Sheep it was because of a tease he did to her, showing that he’s too naughty, he likes to make jokes, however, he tends to underestimate people. Black Sheep fights back and well, we all know the scene.

Something that surprised me a lot and at the same time I loved it (it was from then on that I said "You have all my attention boy") is that I believed that because of the way Black Sheep defended herself, he could take it to heart, get angry or something similar, but no! Graham appeared very calm before her to greet her with a handshake, as if nothing had happened. What makes me interpret that Graham is someone who is going to recognize and respect people who really show him that they're capable and that they should be respected. At the same time, it seems that he doesn't like people who are too smug, who have simple goals, and appear to be the best but with their actions doesn't show it, the best example is Sheena/Tigress, both in the book and in the series shows that although he tolerates her, deep down he likes to make fun of her, he has no compassion on her and according to the book "Graham rolls his eyes when Sheena says she likes shoplifting."

He wasn't afraid of Black Sheep or her attitude, on the contrary, he liked it and she won his respect. At the same time that Graham really isn't someone to hold grudges or get angry easily, but rather someone who tries to keep things calm and under control, he stays out of the unnecessary drama. He was almost always the mediator between Tigress and Black Sheep (there are more such moments in the Book) And he isn't someone who is afraid to say things as they're, he is very frank and direct.

When he makes a mistake, he doesn't get frustrated, he just lets it go and moves on: Sheena calls him "Lame" and says nothing, his friends make fun (in the case of the book) of his nickname "Graham Crackle" and he say nothing. Even Carmen Sandiego on the train beats him in the fight, knocks him unconscious and there isn’t a hint of frustration in him. He knows how to deal with his own mistakes and doesn’t let them affect his self-esteem or image. He keeps going. His self-esteem in fact is seen to be normal, he may perhaps appear to be "cocky" for his looks, but in reality he's never seen to be affected by what others think of him, nor does he act as if he were better than everyone. But he himself knows that he's good at what he is, and as he already said "I want to be successful", he knows that he can achieve it, and will do it, even with chaotic actions. There is an interesting phrase in the book that isn't mentioned in the series, is when Black Sheep proposes a nickname of Gray, she says "Electrical Failure" to which Gray replies "Failure? No, I don't think so" which gives me a certain idea of how Gray doesn't consider himself a "failure", perhaps he makes mistakes, but even so he doesn't believe that for this reason he's belittled in such a way, much less for it "a fail", as I said, He has healthy and secure self-esteem.

Another interesting point is how expressive he's in looks and gestures: those eyebrows almost never stay still! This point is curious because as some say "a look says more than a thousand words" and he's a great example of this. I actually consider that that touch makes Gray have a mysterious air next to the long eyes that he has. He doesn't talk much, only what is necessary, causing all eyes to express what he thinks/feels. But other times you don't know what's on his mind. But most of the time, his expressions are a clue that he happens to him and feels. Remember this, it will be important.

He also has a certain "gift of the word" or rather knows how to use the correct words to address people (In addition to making word jokes) which these two characteristics together achieve many things: calm situations, ensure that Black Sheep isn't expelled, have an almost date with Carmen Sandiego, among others. It seems that he's someone who is direct, transparent and pragmatic, he doesn't try to complicate his life, but if he likes to make intelligent movements, play with people and show that "he's one step ahead of you" (although that doesn't work almost never with Carmen)

In general, this is what I have managed to analyze about Gray's personality. However, as I said, it’s an introduction, some things will remain, while others will change a little or even a lot throughout the analysis. I hope you liked it and for the moment, it will be 5 parts in total for the entire analysis. I will leave the parts with their titles in each post (Maybe the titles will change depending on if something better occurs to me as I write.), and I will leave an analysis that I had already done before but it complements a little to Gray and his personality. Maybe every two days I will get the next part, depending on my time, but also so that you can take your own time to read, reflect and comment on your points of view.

Part. I Introdution (HERE)

Part. II Empathy vs Ambition

Part. III Amnesia and it’s Future Consequences

Part. III.5 Graham Calloway: The Walking Enigma

Part. IV Integrity At a high (and unfair) price

Part. V The final decision and a new beginning

Plus 1. Gray and his strange habit of explaining things

Plus 2. Crossover: Sabrina And Gray: New Beginning

Plus 3. Crossover: Hawk/Eli and Crackle/Gray: Redemption

[mid-nighttiger]

force suppression - from the biological perspective

So, I don’t know if this has already been done, but we were talking in a Discord server about the possible causes and effects of Force suppression, and my biology gremlin brain was like rubs hands together ‘hehehe yes this is what i was made for.’ So I’m putting everything I came up with in this post. Full disclosure that I’m not a medical professional and only have basic biology knowledge, so feel free to correct me if I’m wrong.

uh, cw from here on out for things that could be counted as medical talk, really horrible things happening to the human body, etc

First of all, what do we know about the Force?

We know that the Force is an ‘energy field’ that is in and connects all things. We know that Force sensitives have things called ‘midichlorians’ in their cells which allow them to sense and manipulate the Force. In the 2005 interview “George Lucas and the Cult of Darth Vader” from Rolling Stone, Lucas says that “the gods [midichlorians] happen to be a life-form that allows a cell to divide.”

While the effects of Force suppression aren’t directly discussed, I think it’s a reasonable conclusion to make that Force suppression could work by suppressing the normal function of midichlorians (whether by killing or temporarily stopping them from working properly), which would then suppress the ability of cells to divide.

In this interview, Lucas says that “[m]idichondrians [sic] are a loose depiction of mitochondria, which are necessary components for cells to divide.“ While “mitochondria are necessary components for cells to divide” is certainly... a way to put it, I suppose it is technically correct on account of no mitochondria = dead cell (most of the time).

There are (at least) two possibilities here. It is possible that midichlorians basically function as mitochondria Plus, complete with energy (ATP) production that is required for cells to... do anything, really. In this case, the suppression of normal midichlorian function would simply quickly cause loss of consciousness (on the order of seconds due to neurons in your brain depending on a large, constant supply of ATP) and death.

Another possibility is that cells in the GFFA have both midichlorians and mitochondria, where mitochondria still perform their normal Earth function and midichlorian only does Force-related things. In this case suppressing midichlorian function may only stop cells from dividing.

What happens when we stop normal cell division from occuring in the human body?

In a normal, fully developed human body, most of your cells are not actively dividing. All your cells divide at different rates, with blood cells and epithelial cells (your skin, the cells which line your organs, etc) being the fastest-dividing (every few days). These fast-dividing cells are needed to replace those cells which die.

(Incidentally, this is why people on chemotherapy have side effects and can be immunocompromised. Chemotherapy targets cells that divide rapidly like cancer cells, but the side effect is also killing off normal fast-dividing cells like blood cells (both red blood cells needed to bring oxygen to your cells and white blood cells which make up your immune system), epithelial cells in your stomach and intestines (gastrointestinal / GI tract), and hair follicles.)

Just for fun, here is a chart listing some cell types and their average life spans.

It is important to note that you will lose cells through the normal processes of your body. For example, while the life span of red blood cells (RBC) is listed at 4 months, as soon as your cells stop dividing you will stop replenishing your supply of red blood cells that are dying right now, which could affect the normal functions of your body by decreasing the amount of oxygen you get to your tissues and preventing those cells from getting enough energy to work properly.

So what does this all mean?

Due to the fast-dividing nature of blood and epithelial cells, we can expect that stopping normal cell division will cause your immune system to crash, your stomach to start eating itself, difficulty breathing as your alveoli start to break down, fatigue from dropping RBC levels, and massive dehydration / diarrhea / electrolyte imbalance due to GI tract damage. You may experience loss of normal blood clotting function as platelets die off (so don’t injure yourself or you may bleed out). There is the possibility of opportunistic infection from the normal microbes that live in our gut because your body would no longer have the proper defenses to keep them at bay. We can look to things like acute radiation sickness to see what the symptoms of the death of fast-dividing cells could be:

Very high exposures can sufficient metabolic disruption to cause immediate symptoms. Above 10 Gy rapid cell death in the gastrointestinal system causes severe diarrhea, intestinal bleeding, and loss of fluids, and disturbance of electrolyte balance. These effects can cause death within hours of onset from circulatory collapse. Following an initial bout of severe nausea and weakness, a period of apparent well-being lasting a few hours to a few days may follow (called the "walking ghost" phase). This is followed by the terminal phase which lasts 5-12 days. In rapid succession prostration, diarrhea, anorexia, and fever follow. Death is certain [in one week or less], often preceded by delirium and coma. Therapy is only to relieve suffering.

While I don’t expect onset of symptoms to be so sudden because your cells are dying off over time rather than being wiped out all at once, I do expect the symptoms to be similar overall. There may also be some threshold where some significant portion of your cells have died and can no longer be replaced, and your condition declines sharply and rapidly.

How can Force / midichlorian suppression stop normal cell division?

There’s a lot of possibilities to answer this question, especially since we don’t know the exact function of midichlorians in a cell and the cell cycle. Biologically speaking, cell division occurs because of certain gene expression and molecules interacting in a cell. If you blocked those molecules from interacting or directly blocked the expression of genes needed for cell division, you could simply stop cell division. It is possible that the normal function of midichlorians produces some molecule needed for these processes, and stopping production of these molecules stops cell division.

Or, maybe “stopping normal cell division” could mean that cell division is initiated but fails catastrophically. Cell division is a complicated process with many steps, and at any point in the process it may fail -- copying DNA properly, separating the DNA, dividing into two separate cells, etc. If this happens I expect the symptoms of Force suppression (and possible lasting effects, if you are removed from Force suppression before the point of no return) to be even worse due to any number of complications that can arise from having abnormal DNA and cells in your body.

How can you “suppress” midichlorians?

There are two possibilities here. Either you kill or destroy them outright, or you just stop them from working (e.g. through chemical injection or the application of some radiating force that blocks normal cell function). I think that both could be equally likely.

We specifically discussed the “Sever Force” and related abilities from SWTOR. The usual depiction of this ability is that you get gradually weaker, until either it reaches a tipping point and you’re done, or you make it stop and probably recover completely. As this is a direct damage dealing ability, I’m of the opinion that it directly destroys midichlorians (and other related processes). The damage over time aspect could possibly mean that midichlorians are being destroyed at some set rate, until enough have been destroyed that you face certain death.

Of course, all this is speculation based on what very little we know about the function of midichlorians in the cell. It is also purely from the biological side and does not take into account the Force, which is basically the Star Wars ticket to do whatever you want. I only discussed Force suppression through suppression of normal midichlorian function, but there are many other ways that Force suppression could be possible (e.g. drugs that block midichlorians from connecting to the Force externally or that affect your ability to focus). It may also not be a purely on/off state -- there could be some drug / other Force suppressive technique that only partially blocks the function of midichlorians. This could result in the slowing (rather than complete stopping) of normal cell division, so that symptoms are less severe and death less swift and certain. Though I suppose you would then have to deal with your captured Force sensitive still having partial access to the Force.

I hope this was a fun and/or educational read! Feel free to send any questions, comments, or corrections, and do with this information what you will. I will go back to wondering about midichlorian DNA...

(edit: it has come to my attention that it is Angstpril and i mention comas two (2) times so i’m tagging it for that now ;) )

[durotoswrites]

For the writing meme thingy: 🍄how do you get yourself in the mood to write? 🍑 do you/would you write smut? 📒 any fics planned?

🍄 How do you get yourself in the mood to write?

Getting in the mood to write and actually wanting to sit down and start writing are two very different things, but they're connected, so I'll explain both.

To set into “creative mode” it helps me to do these things:

Listen to music that makes me think of a character/situation in my story/stories. I've got playlists separated by character and pairing. Sometimes I also just work on curating those playlists for fun and get my brain going.

Bounce overall ideas off of my friends and husband/editor (but he's my best friend, too 💗)

Reread old chapters or recent ones and future snippets based on what I want to do.

Once I actually want to put words down, I get a little more strict with myself. I get distracted verrrry easily sometimes and I have to fight the urge to open a million more tabs when researching a small detail.

I move to instrumental music (I have playlists for different moods like “emotional”, “soft”, “sad”, etc. I usually listen to “soft” as a general soothing background sound, as I can get pretty dang emotional when I write, especially with the stuff I've been churning out lately.

So, yeah, I need tissues within reach if I get upset. (Wow, I'm not making this sound fun at all, lmao)

After sound has been established, I like to eat a snack (something with protein) because I can be under for hours, lol. Eat it and finish it. Otherwise, I get distracted.

I also like to have drinks available. I always have a bottle of water, but I also like having a hot cup of tea. I think it's the time of year for me to switch to cold barley tea.

I write while seated on a recliner with my feet up. I have my laptop on a lap desk and it's a pretty cozy setup.

I basically try to remove any excuse I have to get up once I start writing, because I am the worst procrastinator I know.

🍑Do you/would you write smut?

Heheh... heck yeah, I do. Waaaaay more than most people realize. Stuff I've actually posted? It's pretty limited. I posted a couple pieces (Let Me Love You and You're Like the Sunshine) a few years ago, but I've been practicing ever since. One of my planned stories literally has what I refer to as a “smut dump” in the draft where I've been experimenting with writing different moods. I like the intimate scenes to play a role in the overall plot or have it be a bonding experience.

Despite that, I do have a shameless Gray x Mary story I should just get out there that has zero plot, just two cuties in love. In my mind it's so naughty and kinky and I get flustered thinking about it (Mary is hot, okay?), but it's probably hella vanilla, lmao. I really am grateful that people have been really supportive about my writing smut despite what I usually write, and they've been so encouraging, too! I honestly feel like the smut I've posted is really stilted because I was so self-conscious about it. I don't feel like they are terrible for first attempts, but I have definitely grown more comfortable writing it.

Will The Shy Newcomer become explicit? I kinda really want it to, but I might separate the chapters for those who don't care for that content. Overall, I'd like to write more and post more, and I want to write more than just male x female smut as well. I have some of those in my planned pieces (more about them later).

📒 Any Fics Planned?

Firstly, I'm super tickled more than one person was interested in this. I copied the answer I wrote earlier.

Short answer: Yes. I also plan to bring more of my stories over from ffn to Ao3.

Long answer under the cut, heheh. I rambled quite a bit.

Ask me about my writing processes and stories!

I have so many WIPs that haven’t been touched in years that I’d like to finish, so new planned fics aren’t posted yet. Some of them have more adult themes than most of the stuff I’ve been writing, so I get flustered sharing them. I’ve been at a crossroads, as I feel that you can’t have growth without changing things up. On the other hand, I feel like a lot of my readers associate my works with a specific “wholesome” feel-good mood. It’s kinda nice to be known for something, although that might just be my ego talking, thinking that people recognize my work as a “type”.

Regardless, in the end, I feel growth is necessary.

I don’t want to leave a lot of unfinished WIPs waiting because they stress me out and I have too many of them already, so I’d like to have a bulk of my new stories with a good chunk written before I decide to post them.

Among those include:

A longfic featuring Pete’s farm in Forget-Me-Not Valley (A blend of HMDS with the FoMT plugin and AWL). It takes place in the same universe as The Shy Newcomer (Claire in Mineral Town) and there are a few overlapping moments, although Pete’s story starts first. Pete’s personality is verrry different from Claire’s, and his story was kind of supposed to be the yang to TSN’s yin. Pete’s best friends in his story are Ruby (not sure if I’m adding Tim yet), Nami, and Rock. Readers will be treated to a poorly-socialized pre-Mineral Town Cliff (if you think he was bad at the beginning of TSN, well… heh… he’s a wreck here).

Another planned unpublished story is a crossover of Harvest Moon and the movie “In This Corner of the World”, based on a manga of the same name by Fumiyo Kouno. It was written as a gift for a friend. I have the entire outline figured out and have slowly been filling it in. My friend asked for an AU where Claire and Cliff have an arranged marriage and live with his family in Akiyama, the hometown I had created for Cliff in The Shy Newcomer. I took the opportunity to expand the characters in his family. I have it written during the same time period and society as “In This Corner of the World”, but had decided to write a spreading disease as an allegory for war, but then COVID happened and some parts of it just got really hard to write. There are also a lot of sexually explicit content as Claire slowly grows and learns from her spouse that it’s okay to express what she wants despite sex being a taboo issue. If there’s enough interest in the story, I’ll post it, but I worry it’s a little too niche for there to be many people into it.

Pastor Carter and Doctor Trent are one of my favorite rare pair ships. I’ve had a partial draft for a story about them for a few years now, especially focusing on Trent growing up and acknowledging that he has an unhealthy addiction for things that he knows he can’t have. There are some more adult/sexual themes in this piece, too, including the main character lusting after a married woman (who also happens to be his patient) and some lemons. (Does anyone call it that anymore or is it just referred to as “smut” nowadays? Haha) I always feel so bad for neglecting the folks at the clinic in-game and wanted to write a piece that focused more on them, Trent specifically. It’s a multi-chap fic, but I don’t think I’m going to let it get as long as some of my other pieces.

I also really want to write a short romantic oneshot for every marriage candidate in Mineral Town, around 1,000 words each. So far, I have one for Cliff and one for Gray. I want to write Claire with everyone, because I think it would be fun to explore all the different personalities.

I have more installments planned for A Single Day, including a day in the life of the following characters, all with drafts in varying degrees of progress:

Anna

Doug

Nora (yes, I’m writing from the point of view of the cat living at the inn)

More to come – I think Lillia and Thomas would be especially interesting to explore

I do still have that Legend of Zelda Majora’s Mask piece I’ve been pondering where Link befriends the soul of the deku scrub child while possessed by the mask. I don’t have much written about it, but I really love the world of Majora’s Mask. Such a fun game.

I also think about the lead carpenter’s son in Ocarina of Time and that weird side quest involving the blue chicken and the son being lost to the forest. Then that unique-looking kokiri girl explaining that all who get taken in the lost woods become stalfos. Like, did the guy die? Was he sick? Did he want to die? There’s just so much going on there that would be fun to explore.

I also have played OMORI recently and have like… A LOT of feelings about it. I don’t know what I’d write, but I’m still damn impressed at how well the characters are developed in such a short game.

Other games I’ve had vague ideas about writing for include the following:

The Flame in the Flood: I’m thinking a survivalist/action story fleshing out Scout’s backstory a bit more and her thoughts as she’s traveling. I feel like she’s a very lonely person, but isn’t given the chance to really dwell on it.

Night In the Woods: I’d love to write more about Mae’s dreams and what they mean to her. She doesn’t really talk to anyone about them openly, so it’s really hard to tell her feelings about them in some regards. We know that she’s distressed about them, but I’d like to dive a little deeper. Do the nightmares end after the games does? What about Bea’s new nightmares?

Hades (Supergiant Games): I think it would be fun to write more about the events that take place before the game starts, like Zagreus’s duties in the house of Hades, and expand on the strained relationship with his father.