#i'm sad it sort of fell off. i should finish it...

[onekisstotakewithme]

I gotta know more about the 90s ski trip au please n thank you 💛💜

Of course!!!

So 90s ski trip AU is kind of what it sounds like on the tin: BJ and Peg are finally taking a vacation (busy working professionals in their thirties, it doesn't happen very often) over Christmas at a ski resort in Maine.

While they're there, they happen to bump into (well, get stuck on a ski lift with) Hawkeye Pierce, who's also there on vacation.

And well... they fall in love 😈

Obligatory snippet for ya, Max dear 💜💛

She’s not wearing a nametag, but her hands are folded on the table in front of her. “Hi,” she says, and Hawkeye can’t breathe. As if there could be any substitute, when I’ve got the real thing right here. “Hey. You here for the speed dating?” “You bet. Call me Peg.” “Alright… I’m Hawkeye.” Her eyes are twinkling. “I just want you to know that I like pina coladas, and long walks on the beach. Oh, and science-fiction and melted ice cream.” “Do you like Chinese food?” She grins. “Uh huh.” “Like to walk in the rain?” “Yep.” “Let’s run away together.” He says, delighting in her laughter. “Peg, what the hell are you doing here? Where’s BJ?” “Waiting by the bar. We were uh… taking a walk after dinner, walked past, and saw you in here. You wanna get out of here?” Hawkeye glances back towards Margaret, who is currently chatting with Steve, and then grins at Peg, who tucks a strand of hair behind her ears. “Sure.” “Not dragging you away from anyone?” “Well, let’s just say I won’t be booking a church anytime soon.”

[cosmosluckycharms]

Showtime☆

pt2

Lullaby In Blue

When you finally get to the manor, it's dark out.

You were so sleepy. You just wanted your momma. You just wanted your grandpa.

You assume that when you get home, your father will take you in with open arms and talk as sweetly as your momma said.

Unfortunately for you, unlike how momma described him, he's cold and hard to decipher...

You look up at him in a mix of curiosity and excitement. He looked so cool! he was wearing a fancy outfit and he just looked so cool! The only thing that threw you off was how he looked so.....tired.

"WOAH!! You look so cool! Are you my dad? Momma has said so many good things about you! How about that one time when you-" He cut you off.

"Alfred, show her to her room if you will." he started walking away.

Your heart broke a little at that, but it's okay! You win him over sometime! For now, you need a nap.

Alfred walks you to your room while profusely apologizing about Bruce.

You walk into your room. And it's clear they didn't do much research on you...

The toys were better suited for a kid younger than you, maybe around 4 or 5 years old.

You don't complain though, the room is huge and you have a bigger bed than you can imagine!

You have your bedroom and walk-in closet! Alfred says to sleep and tomorrow they'll sort out the room and make it more for you.

The next morning you wake up and decide to unpack a bit.

You didn't have much, just a few clothing items, jewelry from your momma, a few picture frames, and some of momma's old stuff such as paintings and her cassettes of movies.

As soon as you finished unpacking Alfred came to call you down for breakfast.

You go downstairs to see at the table your father, a boy around 23 with black hair, and another boy who looked around 18 years old with also black hair with a white patch.

You introduced yourself to them like your momma taught you.

"Hello!! im Y/N L/N!!! Well, actually I don't know about L/N now because technically he is my dad," you point to Bruce. "I'm kinda hungry," before you could continue with your ramble Alfred shut you up with a plate of pancakes in front of you.

It's clear to everyone but you that 7 in the morning is too early to be this hyper and nonsensical.

"Oo! pancakes! I love pancakes! They're my favorite! My grandpa makes it from scratch-" You pause for a second, a very slight stop that makes your eyes water up a little.

No one could notice it.

Well besides the literal detectives sitting at the table.

You continued rambling for a bit before Alfred mentioned a playground in the backyard, recently designed for you.

"WOAH that's so cool! Can I go play on it? Please?" you made sure to drag the 'e' in 'please', that's how it always worked on momma.

He allowed you to and you quickly got off your chair.

You were about to play outside before realizing you were nowhere near ready to play outside, you still had your PJs on, and your fuzzy socks!

You ran to your room to get ready for the day, which was difficult because momma would always help usually

You were trying not to look sad, you shouldn't be sad. You should be thankful for all the things they're doing for you.

After a couple of hours of playing on the mini playground, you got tired.

You decided to get back inside and eat.

You went inside and saw it was empty. You decided to go into your room and take a nap.

You walked in and realized you forgot to go shopping with Alfred! All the things in your room were baby things, and you only had two other pairs of clothes to wear!

You didn't mind though.

You lay down on the carpet and fell asleep immediately.

It wouldn't hurt to sleep for a while...

You woke up a couple of hours later.

You woke up silently crying, you had a dream about the day you and your momma and grandpa went to a theme park.

You couldn't remember much about the dream, only that you had so much fun.

You don't know why you're crying, you had a great time, did you not?

You didn't understand. This shouldn't be happening.

To calm yourself down, you started humming the lullaby your momma sang to you.

It worked slightly.

You decided to get up and eat, you were hungry and hadn't eaten earlier.

You went downstairs and saw a boy no older than 15 eating a bowl of cereal.

You hadn't met him yet, so you tried to introduce yourself to him!"HELLO! My name is Y/n l/n!!!!! What's your name??"

Unfortunately for you, you caught him at a bad time. He had been working on a case since 7:30 am and this was his break.

"Leave me alone," he said, in a obviously tired tone.

Well, obvious to everyone but you.

You continued asking him questions, only for him to ignore you, grab the bowl of cereal, and walk away to his room.

You looked at him with a confused look on your face.

Your stomach rumbled a bit before you snapped out of it and grabbed yourself a bowl of cereal too.

You ate alone at the table.

The next day while outside in the garden, you saw a boy playing with a dog.

The dog looked so cute! You decided to talk to the boy.

"HELLO!! Im y/n l/n!! it's nice to meet you!!"

You started asking him a lot of questions, like what his name was, what the dog's name was, are you guys were siblings, and more!!

The excitement you had to meet others was overwhelming to some people.

He ended up getting the dog to chase you away.

You ran to your room and stayed there the entire day.

You wanna go home.

You ended up finding out their names at one point or another.

The 23-year-old one was Richard "Dick" Grayson, the 18-year-old one was Jason Todd, the one that shooed you away while eating cereal was Timothy "Tim" Drake, and the boy who got his dog to chase you was Damian Wayne.

You don't understand why they didn't want you, you weren't mean or evil like those villains you saw in the books momma read you, so why did they not want you?

You tried getting into hobbies you didn't care about so you guys could talk about them.

You joined a book club, which you kind of disliked since it was so quiet.

You joined gymnastics, which you were good at and kind of enjoyed, it did help you get your energy out, though!

You tried coding, which you didn't like at all.

You tried art, which you were okay at.

Nothing really stuck!

And it's not like it helped with getting your family to notice you.

It didn't matter to them, they had Gotham to help.

You didn't have actual hobbies or interests for a while.

Not until you were 12.

You had signed up for theater in middle school, and the teacher was nice enough to take you all on a field trip to a play.

It changed your life.

You knew immediately that that's what you wanted to do.

You wanted to spread smiles, just like how this play had spread joy to you and others.

You wanted to perform on stage for others!

You knew this was what you wanted!

As soon as you got home you asked Alfred if for your birthday you could have a stage.

One that was going to be demolished soon due to not bringing in any money.

He decided to think about it.

It was a strange request coming from you.

You never really asked for things like this.

You never really asked for non-neccesities at all!

But he decided to not think about it too hard.

feeding my like 2 emu!reader enjoyers lmfao

oml this took so long

guys lowk im so tired

anyways this is ass

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[greenwitchfromthewoods]

resignation letter. l Javi Gutierrez

💔 a few ways to break your heart 💔

Summary:  when he came home and he wasn't alone

Warnings:  angst, sad, ending a relationship, a glass of champagne

A/N: sorry for these scribbles. I hope that despite everything you will stay with me.

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

a few ways to break a heart [masterlist]

redemption : resignation letter. l Javi Gutierrez

The heavy mahogany door opened and you saw Lucas' slim figure coming out of the office. He walked confidently and stopped in front of the desk you were working at. His long fingers tapped gently on the counter.

"Everything okay?" he asked, smiling at you in a friendly way.

You nodded, "Yeah. Successful meeting?"

"Definitely." Lucas threw a quick glance at the ajar door, his eyes after a moment returned to you, "You're a real decoration of this office, darling. My cousin has very good taste."

"I think Mr. Gutiérrez didn't hire me because of my looks." You replied, smiling, "But thank you for the compliment."

Lucas smiled again, nodded goodbye and quickly headed towards the exit. You waited a few more minutes before getting up from the chair and heading towards Javi's office. 

He was sitting behind the desk, clearly lost in thought. Dark, curly hair fell over his forehead, and his linen shirt rose with every breath he took. 

Watching him was one of your favorite things to do. A soft knock tore him from his thoughts.

"A penny for your thoughts?" you asked as you entered.

"I don't know if they're worth that much." Javi replied, forcing a smile.

"Is something worrying you?" you asked, approaching the desk and looking at it with concern.

Javi scratched his nose as if he was thinking about something. "I'll have to leave tomorrow." he announced, getting up from his chair. "I have something to do in Madrid."

"Oh, I didn't know. Something urgent?"

"Very much."

You nodded. "Should I fly with you or..."

"Stay here." He finished for you and reached for his phone. "I'll be back in a few days."

"Sure."

Javi smiled a little nervously and left the office, leaving you with many questions in your head. You were his assistant and friend, you talked about a thousand different things and he didn't really have any secrets from you.

But now...

It had been a pretty boring three days without Javi, although you managed to sort out your documents, reply to a few overdue emails and do things you had been putting off until "someday." 

This place was empty without Javi, you felt empty too. You loved his charming and sweet personality, the way he treated you and how close you were. Because even though he was your boss, you felt that he treated you completely differently. And you also had a strange weakness for him.

You didn't see him when he came back because you were busy organizing his birthday party that was to take place at his residence. It was already late when you were heading towards his apartment carrying a bottle of good wine and popcorn. 

It was Thursday, or a little weekend as Javi called this day. You always watched a movie on Thursday evening, it was your tradition and you hoped that despite his departure Javi didn't forget about it.

However, when you knocked and the door was opened by a slim blonde with beautiful blue eyes, you lost your breath for a moment.

Your name slipped out of her mouth along with a charming smile "You have to be Javi's assistant, right?" she asked looking at you "Javi talked a lot about you. Is this for us?"

"I... Yes." you finally managed, "Today's Thursday so I thought..."

"Sweetie! Your lovely assistant brought us some snacks and wine." the woman called into the room.

"Thursday Movie Night!" Javi called back, and from the echo you guessed he was in the bathroom, "I'm almost ready."

"I don't think he'll need you anymore today. Thank you, have a nice night." she smiled at you once more, and you didn't even say a word as the door closed in your face.

Her name was Veronica and she was as beautiful as the models on the covers of glossy magazines. 

You have seen her almost everywhere since then and always with Javi. By the pool, in the garden, even in his office. You felt terrible when you had to go in there and she was giggling at some joke he told her.

It was easy to dislike her, but you didn't want to. Javi was a grown man, he could make decisions. And you were just his assistant. 

Maybe it was your own fault? Maybe your imagination gave more meaning to all those nice gestures, shared meals and hours of conversations that you shared with him? 

You wanted to learn to enjoy their happiness, but you felt more and more isolated.

It didn't surprise you when during Javi's birthday party, Veronica was by his side. Everything was perfect, and so was she. And Javi... Shit! You shouldn't think of him that way, he was your boss!

"You're hiding here." a sweet voice reached your ears as you moved away from the crowd of guests for a moment.

She was wearing a beautiful crimson dress that wonderfully emphasized her shapes. The champagne you had just drunk seemed like a weak choice for that moment.

"I wanted to take a breath." you replied. "Do you need anything?"

Veronica pouted and shook her head. "This is a wonderful party. You spent a lot of time organizing it for Javi."

"Everything was his idea, I was just following orders." you replied nervously, swirling the glass in your hands. "Can I help you in any other way?"

The girl looked at you almost with pity. Women like her dazzled everyone around them, and you were no exception.

"I wish you wouldn't delude yourself with the hope that Javi would ever see you as more than an employee." she said, and you felt a cold shiver run down your spine "Yes, he had a soft spot for you, he told me himself. But that was a long time ago... I'm not blind though, sweetie. I see how you look at him." a wave of heat flooded your neck, you tightened your fingers around the glass "Oh, don't hide it! Javi is a handsome man with a wonderful heart. And being infatuated with your boss is a normal thing."

"I don't..." you started, but the rest of the words couldn't get out of your throat.

You were so surprised that it was a miracle that you were even standing on your feet. Veronica smiled indulgently at you and tenderly stroked your arm.

"I have one piece of advice, sweetie." she said almost with concern "Leave him alone. Don't break your heart any more."

She left you on the terrace completely speechless. Emotions were coursing through your body along with the alcohol you had consumed, and you could hardly draw a breath. How on earth had Veronica guessed everything? Were you really that pathetic?

Javi was your boss, you shouldn't have...

"Fuck!" you hissed as the crystal glass slipped from your shaking hands and shattered on the stone floor.

Tears welled up in your eyes. You couldn't stay there any longer.

Your absence had been very obvious since morning, but Javi hadn't noticed it until he had entered his office for a moment and seen the white envelope lying on his desk. He recognized your handwriting immediately. 

That day, you had left your resignation letter on his desk. Very formal. Very dry. So not yours.

You didn't want to humiliate yourself even more. You did what you had to do, even if it hurt.

☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[sqgeism]

could you do headcanons where the reader is ganke's cousin and miles fell first but she fell harder? tysm if you will do it<3

╭₊˚ ๑︰he fell first, she fell harder ♡

:★: relationship : miles morales x fem reader

:★: warnings : none, crack & fluff! no atsv spoilers

:★: a/n : suopr old req that i figured i should finish (ㅅ´ ˘ `) huhuoa RAAAGH pls dont be scared of me someone said im kind of intimidating PLZ im just a little guy

"What did I tell you to not do??"

"Fall inlove with your cousin.."

"What did you do???"

"Fall inlove with your cousin..."

"Morales I'm gonna KILL YOU."

I think that it was a sort of love at first sight moment, you walked through that door and his jaw was on the FLOOR. You were so pretty, you immediately smiled and waved at him once you noticed his presence and he was PANICKING in his boots trying to hold himself together.

You and Miles were mostly together when Ganke first brought you over, (of course with some complaining here and there from your favorite cousin) and Miles had the time of his life watching you rant about the smallest things as if they made a big impact in your life.

"POCKETS, MILES! MY DRESS HAS POCKETS!!"

He loved seeing you almost every other day, and after you left the dorm room of him and Ganke, the door closing reveals said roommate standing behind it with crossed arms. "How long have you been standing there..?" Miles raised a brow. "Not important."

"I can tell you've taken a liking to her."

"Have you ever heard of keeping a secret??"

"I don't plan on telling her, infact I wanna help you out. They've been single for so long that it's kinda sad." Ganke shrugged unapologetically as Miles blinked at him in disbelief. "You talk about your cousins like that?"

"Nope, just her."

And so the next 5 hours was Ganke telling Miles all about what you liked, going into detail about the endless date ideas you once rambled to him out of boredom and admittedly he took note of for times like this. Your favorite food, perfumes, type of gifts.. everything was discussed in the span of 5 hours.

If you can imagine Miles taking down notes with visual drawings thats because he can and WILL!! He's a dedicated man, just for you. <3

So for the past year, he's been trying to get you to fall for him. All through little hangouts, messages, calls and the sort.. Blissfully unaware that you had already liked him, just waiting for him to ask you out.

Miles' little mastermind plan was just an addon plus, you had feelings for him after a few weeks of knowing each other. Sure, it started off as a fun little 'happy crush' type of thing till you were up at night staring at your ceiling thinking about Miles' smile till 3AM.

You weren't going to ask first nor make the first move, but you didn't know how much longer you could pretend a mere brush of your shoulder against his doesn't have you thinking about him 24/7.

[yeonmuse]

𖤓 reader x yang jungwon ── 𝒢enre. angst. fluff, non idol vamp enha. [reqs are closed] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary

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💭: ℭontains the mention of blood & voilence. Mentions of sex & death, Jungwon will be a little mean in this one but the way that each member is written in this does not portray their true selves. Includes ot7, angst/romance/fluff. Includes otr, angst/romance/fluff

More | please remember that the things written in this series are a work of FICTION,meaning NOTHING you read in this series correlates to neither enha nor their storyline.

CHAPTER 6

“Nicholas…?” Aleeras voice averted the attention of the stranger; who she now knew to be named Nicholas, from her to Aleera.

“What are you doing here?”

“I'm back to finish the semester.”

5 months ago (blue will always indicate a flashback or time change)

“So you really won’t tell me anything about her? Your mom said the two of you used to be pretty close.” Nicholas continued to pry and pry. Jungwon didn’t understand why he was so interested in a friendship that he no longer had.

“Nicholas I said drop it, i don’t even talk to her anymore if you want to know about her go find out for yourself.”

“Maybe the two of you weren’t that close after all then? I get it now, or is it that you were using her for your own personal reasons or something?” Jungwon was starting to get further annoyed by the second. Him? Use her?

“Stop talking.” Jungwons gaze shot daggers into Nicholas who only found it amusing.

“Or what? Did I hit a nerve? Was I right? Were you just using her so that your family could get within her daddys good graces?” That was it, that was all it took for Jungwon to throw the first punch. If the girls and the other guys hadn't run in just in time to stop the fight between the two things may have gone a lot farther than they should have.

Their night ended there, no movie, no snacks. Once Nicholas had arrived the party ended entirely, the guys all left along with Nicholas and the girls went to bed for the night, Aleera and Fawna having felt drained at the sudden turn of events.

“Why are you here?” Jungwon questioned Nicholas.

“I told you, I’m finishing my semester.”

“Bullshit.” All the others could do was watch the exchange, they had never seen Jungwon like this, not this mad.

“Like I said just here to finish my semester just like all of you.” Nicholas replies with a slight grin on his face. Jungwon knew better than to believe any of the words that fell from his lips.

“By the way, the girl that lives with Aleera and Fawna, she’s beautiful, she's new here?” Nicholas reverts his attention from Jungwon over to the others.

“yn?” So it was her then, that confirmed his suspicions, she looked a lot like her, a lot like her father too.

“So that’s her then hm?” He responds, his gaze then shifting back to Jungwon.

‘So that’s why he’s here’ Jungwon thought to himself, ‘how did he know that she was here?’

The next morning yn was just hoping that things would go smoother than her first two days on campus. This would be her first day officially starting her courses and she was honestly looking forward to it, knowing that most of her family's history had been taught in many of the courses she was hopeful that there was some sort of insight in the studies that could enlighten her on her situation.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to walk with you to class we don’t mind?”

“Aleera stop being clingy and let her go, she’ll be fine.”

“But I have to see her off ! It's my daughter's first day!” While Fawna sat pinching the bridge of her nose yn stood in the doorway trying to hold back her laughter.

“Aleera I’ll be fine, if anything now that I have a phone I can just text you guys when I need you.”

“I still can’t believe your father never allowed you to have a phone until now. That's so sad.” Aleera wipes mock tears from beneath her eyes.

“It wasn’t all that bad after all I had Jungwon.”

“Booo don’t even mention his name, now you’ve got us.” Aleera smiles pulling out her phone and showing her the picture that the three of them had taken yesterday in the town square.

“Instagram? What’s that?”

“I figured you wouldn’t know what it is, so I made you an account. I tagged you in the photo so that everyone can see my beautiful best friend!”

“You should probably get to your class before she starts forcing you to take more pictures.” Fawna warns, earning a nod from yn before she makes a quick exit from the room bumping into someone the moment she steps out.

“Oh its you.” Her eyes land on the guy from last night, nicholas? She then thought back to what the horns told her last night before they had gone to bed. So he was the one that fought with Jungwon.

“You’re yn right?”

“Oh- yes how do you know my-“

“Everyone knows who you are, didnt take long for me to put a name to the face.” He asked the guys? So was he and Jungwon on good terms now?

“Oh alright, you’re Nicholas right? You used to go here before I joined?”

“Yeah that's me, on your way to class? Mind if I walk with you?” He didn’t seem like he would do her any harm, nor did he seem like a bad person. She couldn’t help but wonder what it was he wanted to blow so badly that had caused a fight between him and Jungwon.

“Oh sure? I don’t mind.” As the two walked she found her mind buzzing with questions, so many questions that she wanted to ask but she didn’t know if it would be appropriate since the two were meeting for the first time.

“Seems like you have a lot on your mind, care to share.”

“Oh no i just..its just Aleera telling me about what happened, the fight between you and Jungwon.”

“And you wanna know why it happened right?” She didn’t have to say a word for him to know that his assumption was correct.

“Well just- why did you fight? From the photos I’ve seen in aleeras room you all seemed to be pretty close. So what caused the fight between you two?”

As the two of them stopped in the doorway of the classroom he looked down at her and brushed her hair behind her ear.

“You” was all he said in response leaving her dumbfounded.

“Ah Mr. Wang it's good to see you back, excuse me.” Her teacher slips between the two entering the classroom as the start of the course grew nearer

“Though i'm delighted to see you back, and see that you’ve met yourself a new friend I’m more than sure you aren’t in my class for another two hours.” So he walked her all this way and he wasn’t even taking this course at this hour?

“Right sorry Mr. lasar sir, I’ll get going now.” He gives the teacher a charming smile before giving her one last glance and walking away. And while she stood there dumbfounded by the interaction between the two, Jungwon sat in the back of the class, absolutely fuming.

The rest of her day had gone by rather quickly, most of her classes she found absolutely useless already knowing half the things that were being taught since she had read it all in books back home, but at least she shared a few classes with some of the guys. Until the time lunch came around she had completely forgotten about the interaction between her and Nicholas until she spotted him leaving the cafeteria. Then she couldn’t help but think back to what he said in response to her question. What did he mean she was the reason that the two of them had fought; it's not like she was attending the school back then?

She was pulled out of her thoughts as Sunghoon stepped in front of her.

“There you are I was looking for you, I got us cleared to look through the cursed section today if you're free now.”

“Oh right after last night I nearly forgot, are you free to go now? I wouldn’t want to pull you away during lunch.”

“It's alright, let's head there now.”

There she went again, leaving to be alone with Sunghoon, in addition to that annoyance now Jungwon also had to worry about Nicholas Suddenly trying to get close. On top of that there was so much left unsaid in the conversation that the two of them had had last night before Nicholas showed up.

“I’m talking about you pretending to be my friend all those years and then ditching me the moment I reached my eternal age.” He couldn’t stop thinking about what she said, is that really what she thought of him? It frustrated him. He was meant to be mad at her so why did she have to show up here and make everything so complicated for him?

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[galactiquest]

Hi call me blueberry anon or just blue!

I was hopin to ask with Vash and Knives with an Angel!reader g/n.

Like you know when Vash and Knives show their true selves and reader dont give a shit because they literally have giant ass wings and multiple eyes yknow like one of those biblical accurate angel but more human.

If its too specific just ignore this JDJKDKDKDK (ps when i said show their true selves i immediately thought of those wolf alpha vids on tiktok)

Hello Blueberry Anon~ I'm sorry that this took longer than usual to get to, I promise I wasn't ignoring or forgetting this request! College woes... (´Д｀)

I think this is a super cute idea and I'm always a sucker for a chaotic angel or devil or any sort of creature really. (Probably why I enjoy writing about Vash and Knives being little beasts so much LOL)

Vash and Knives x Angel!Reader: Heaven

Content warnings: None, but the descriptions of multiple eyes/wings might be offputting to some. Otherwise just fluff!

Vash

I take Vash as someone who's really accepting of everyone else's differences--even to the point where he'll feel a sort of disdain towards his own differences because of it.

But when he learns about your otherworldly nature? He's immediately curious. He really can't help himself.

He wants to ask a lot of questions. How do you hide your wings? Are humans afraid of you? Do you have any sorts of powers? Does this mean you're immortal--wait, are you here on a mission?!

Whether you indulge him or not in answers is up to you. He won't pry (but he might whine a little if you tell him it's a secret).

Now that he knows you're different, he wants to embrace it as much as possible. He's always trying to compliment how soft your wings are, how radiant and sparkling your eyes are, etc.

I think this especially goes for the '98 iteration of Vash--the "did it hurt when you fell from Heaven" pickup line. Feel free to respond with "yeah, actually, a lot" to get him sputtering and scrambling to apologize.

Knives

When you explain it to him, he's very quiet at first, running all possible responses through his head. What he doesn't say (but is thinking) is that he's thankful you're not human (because admitting he loves a human is an utterly impossible feat!).

He also hopes, deep down, that since you're inhuman, you might better understand his intentions for a world without humans. (Of course, if you're the kind of angel who's sent to help humans, this goes against your direct orders... cue troubles!)

He has a deep respect for your otherworldly self, being not of the planet himself, so he takes a lot of time to study and understand you to the fullest.

He's especially intrigued if you have repeating features--multiple eyes, pairs of wings, floating motes of flame, spinning golden rings, that kind of stuff. He really enjoys symmetry and repetition. (Vash does, too, but he'll appreciate from afar.)

He encourages you to take your "natural" form more often, rather than sculpting yourself into a more humanoid form. If this more "natural" form is imperceptible/cosmically incomprehensible to him, he won't mind. (Okay, he might be a little sad if he can't see you in all your blazing glory, but he won't make it obvious.)

I think there's definitely a case here for a "fallen angel" type deal--you've fallen from the sins of humanity, and now you've joined up with Knives in order to restore what should have been. Or maybe you find more worth in each other...

End notes: I finished this up on mobile so the formatting might be off. I promise I'll fix it tomorrow!

[ekwolfwriter-blog]

Woohoo! Another tagging game! Thanks @homeagainrose for tagging!

My words are: Star, Dragon, Night

I will probably have it under a break point, but think this will be fun.

I tag @marijayne-writing, @ghosty0-0, @stardust948

Words for you should you want to play: Dreams, Flying, Sunrise

Star:

I don't have much of current fic that I can post, but for any HSR fans, a bit of a cute moment between DanStelle that I am working on

After hearing the hum of the train, Stelle woke up. Dazed and a bit worried about the time as she looked around. She realized that she was not in her room but the train library. But more importantly, she realized she was in Dan Hengs embrace as she looked up at him. He was reading some notes as he had his one arm over her shoulders, cradling her to him while his hand moved in a steady motion. She also realized that her arms clung to him as they held his chest to her and legs entangled. But Dan Heng did not seem to mind. He almost seemed content with her beside him. Stelle blushed as he looked relaxed for the first time in a while. Dan Heng looked down at her as he smiled softly. "How are you feeling?" His one hand that was holding the notes put it down as he turned to her. Stelle blushed a little as she sat up a bit, but did not want to leave his embrace. "I am fine. But... I'm sorry Dan Heng." Dan Heng looked at her confused a moment but did not take his arms off from her shoulder. "What for?" "I said I wanted to see the stars on the Luofo with you and I fell asleep. I don't know what came over me." Stelle looked worried and sad that she made him promise to go with her only to fall asleep on him. Dan Heng smiled at her as he rubbed her side. "It is okay, thankfully, I can do something better for us." Stelle looked confused before Dan Heng reached for a setting near his bed that seemed to be a nob to adjust the lights. He clicked on a button near it then turned it on to see the sades of the Express's library and turn into a planetary of sorts. Then with another click, it became a starry night like on the Luofo. Stelle was in shock with how vivid it looked while Dan Heng only smiled and watched her look happy.

I might try another one with Zutara another time, but with Stelle and Dan Heng, I feel it was the right one for them

Dragons

This was tough as I could do DanStelle and Zutara but I definitely feel I need to talk give Zutara some time to shine for this one. This is from a fic idea I want to do but need to map of Katara being the sidekick like character, but Zuko is a dragon that sees her as the hero and tries to help her in his own unique way.

When it came to, it did not disappoint. Katara marveled as Zuko’s human muscle would steam up as they were getting ready to transform then seeing the magical flame begin to alter his body. His eyes becoming more draconic. Large fangs and snout with golden whiskers were forming while his body becomes slender but taller than most buildings Katara has ever seen. Magnificent wings and a (fluffy) elegant tail sprang from his back and a line of raven black fur from his head to tail shimmered in the moonlight. And his arms and legs adjusted for his new body as his hands and feet turn to massive paws. Katara remembers those paws holding her close to him as he flew with her the first time. And how delicate they were when they held her to him. Lastly, golden horns grew from his skull to complete the look. The transformation thankfully did not look painful for Zuko. But Katara still watched him in some disbelief before it became clear he was in full control of himself. And made her feel better that dragon borns have more control of their bodies and dragon self, but still furious that there were dragon borns could be that cruel to attack people and then blame their dragon side. Still, as Zuko finished and the flames disappeared, Katara stood in marvel of the dragon shifter before her. And how his red and black scales shimmered in the light of the moon and even seeing his glowing eyes look at her worried for a moment that he scared her as he naturally towered over her. But Katara stepped closer as Zuko lowered his head to be eye level with her. Katara felt his face as she tried to slowly take it all in again, and Zuko stood still to let her do that. Her hand moved to the scarred side and noticed he shivered a moment from the chill of her hands, but still was calm under her touch. If anything, he leaned his snout toward her delicate touch; leaning careful to not crush her hand as he carved for more like he would when he was human. She chuckled. “You really are my Zuko,” she said as she then tried to hug his head as much as she could. Zuko smiled and nuzzled her. “Always yours, Katara. Heart, body, and soul.” His voice was soft while it rumbled through her as she hugged him.

Night:

Cheating but it is still a WIP but this is a scene from my fic - You Came. You Called.

Zuko rubbed her shoulder as Katara leaned in more for warmth, almost falling into his lap. Zuko smiled as he pulled her into them and wrapped his arms around her waist. “So, why bring me here? Why not your family if it is important to them, too?”

Katara smiled as she leaned more and took his gloved hand in hers. “Sokka and Suki, I am sure, will come another night, and maybe my dad. It would be hard for Gran – Gran, given that the ice is a bit slippery for her. But personally, this was what I wanted to share with you. All those years ago. To show you this special spot that will make you feel… well, almost renewed.”

Zuko was about to ask what she meant when Katara gasped. “Look, it’s starting.”

Zuko looked up as he could see streaks of the Southern lights glide across the sky like small dragons in the night sky. Katara called them sea serpents, the full forms of Tui and La that were gracing the night with their presence. He was happy to see her happy as she watched in awe.

A sudden burst of light came to life as more streaks of colors in hues of blues, greens, and purples, with bits of pink in it, too, danced across the night sky. More shots of lights suddenly burst into the sky like firecrackers. Some red and gold hues were mixed in with them as well. Zuko stared in awe for a moment as he had never seen anything like this before. Maybe the steaks of lights in the sky, but the bursting of colors was beautiful to watch.

But the most extraordinary beauty of all was seeing Katara’s smile. She looked at them with such nostalgia and happiness in her eyes. Both were missing the past but hopeful for the future. Zuko could not help but be awestruck by her and felt blessed to see her smile.

Katara turned to him as she smiled more, seeing the look on his face. She wanted to tease that the show was right there, but Katara did not want to break the look on his face. The amount of love that was pouring out of Zuko’s eyes and how much he looked at her like she was a precious gem in his eyes. More than that, like she was his world. And Katara could not deny she loved being his world and loved being in this moment with him.

Katara then leaned up to hug Zuko. Zuko hugged her back as he supported her.

“I am glad you came for me,” she whispered.

“I am glad I could bring you home,” Zuko whispered back.

“I love you, Zuko.” Katara’s hug tightens.

Zuko tightened back as his arms shook a little with nerves and happiness. “I love you, too, Katara.”

They stayed this way for what felt like hours as the lights shone brightly above them as if getting the blessing of the spirits themselves. This precious moment of quiet and love between two people. Not a war veteran. Not Fire Lord. Just a man and a woman. And all was perfect.

Hope you all enjoyed!

[nhstadler]

3 9 7  P A G E S

Hey everyone! I realised it's been forever since I posted anything and since I'm not quite finished with the chapter, I thought I'd at least post a story snippet to let you know that I haven't fogotten about you and about HNTBAW. It's just been a little much lately and I've been struggling with writer's block (as always).

But anyway, this is a random scene from the post Hogwarts series (which I might title A Catalogue of Us). It's kind of a flashback memory sort of thing and maybe it's a little confusing and sad, but maybe some of you enjoy it. I hope you had wonderful holidays / Christmas if you celebrate it and I promise I'm still writing.

Let me know what you think if you feel like it... hearing from you guys always helps my motivation, honestly :)

When James fell, the world stood still. I stood still. 

Sometimes I still dream about it. His muddled form falling through the sky, the burst of levitation spells in the pouring rain, like perverse fireworks, missing him again and again and again. There was nothing anyone could have done and yet… 

And yet.

I take a sip of my coffee, trying to banish the scraps of the nightmare that still cling to my mind as I wrap the blanket tighter around my shoulders. The air is crisp, laced with salt and the subtle sweetness of the heather that grows along the cliffside, trembling in the breeze. I’ve been staring at the horizon for almost an hour, watching the darkness fade into that bluish glow that only exists in these few minutes before sunrise, when the world is in-between. Like the sky holds its breath for just a moment.

Like I held my breath when I was an ocean away, unpacking my old life into my new flat, barely paying attention to Ludo Bagman’s tinny commentary in the background. I didn’t even know why I had turned on the match in the first place. I should have stayed away, taken advantage of the physical distance, but there was comfort in the familiarity of it. In hearing his name chanted by thousands of voices. I missed him and I hated him a little for it. And then I heard the screams. 

I thought I had lost him before, but this was so much worse.

***

The room is bright, made of sun-drenched walls and filled with flowers and too many people. But I barely notice. James isn’t moving. There is a tangle of tubes, pumping healing potion from the IV bags into his system, mending his broken bones and his cuts and gashes as much as it can. But even magic can only do so much. 

Ginny sees me first. I’m lingering in the doorway like an intruder, not sure if I have a right to be here. I couldn’t not come. I don’t know what to say, though. My throat closes off when our gaze meets over the hospital bed. She’s clutching James’s hand in both of hers like she’s holding on for dear life, her eyes brimming with tears, and I’m crying too, biting my bottom lip to keep myself from sobbing.

“Seth!” Lily calls out, making both Harry and Al look up, but I still don’t know if I’m welcome. Not until Ginny lets go of her son and extends her hand towards me, the faintest of smiles curving her mouth as she summons me to his bedside.

I want to touch him, to feel that he is still here, warm and real and alive, but I don’t dare. There are too many IV lines and bandages and I’m afraid I might hurt him. “How - how is he?”

It’s a useless question, I know it, but there’s still the naive hope that the answer might have changed. That he’ll open his eyes and give me that infuriating half-smile, calling me Woodley and telling me that everything will be alright.

“I’m sorry,” someone says behind me and I turn around to look at the healer that has come into the room. “Only family is allowed in here.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” 

I make to get up, wiping away the tears with shaky fingers, but Ginny’s hand circles my wrist, her bloodshot gaze firmly on the woman in the lime green coat. “She is.”

***

I wanted to buy him some magazines, but half of the stock in the small St. Mungo’s kiosk is about brooms and Quidditch and the other half are gaudy newspapers that still seem to be in a competition over who can print the most disturbing pictures of James plummeting through the air. I was ready to give up and settle on the Kneazle Lover’s Digest when I saw the flashy book pyramid by the checkout. 

“I got you something.” I’m barely in the room when I hold up the shiny hardback with the gaudy cover and James raises an eyebrow at the shirtless guy that takes up most of the front.

“Holy Morgan, what is that, Woodley?” He lets his head fall to the side, smiling at me, even though he is too weak to move. Bruises and scratches still paint brutal patterns across his skin, covering his face and neck, his shoulders, his ribs, but they’re healing. 

Unlike his legs. 

“They had it in the hospital bookshop!” I can barely contain my excitement as I sit down in the chair next to his bed, thumbing through the pages, because this feels like a sign. A very dumb sign, but a sign nonetheless, and I’ll take anything I can get. “No way!” I press the open page against my mouth, my eyebrows arching at James over the edge of the book.

“What?” He’s frowning, amusement still tugging on the corners of his mouth. 

“It’s set in the 1800s.” 

He groans, though the grin on his face definitely dampens the effort. Rain is lashing against the windows, drowning out the steady drip of the IVs and, for a moment, it feels like it used to. Like Sunday mornings at his and Freddie’s flat, when he would refuse to get up and pull me back into bed with him.

“I’m so excited.”

“I bet.” He’s laughing, properly now, and my heart flutters behind my chest. It should know better. Especially because I saw her name flash across his phone screen last night before I left. “How long is that damn thing?”

I flip to the very back of the book, catching a few of the final words even though I try to not read them. “397 pages.”

***

“How many pages?”

He used to ask how many chapters. Then it turned to pages. Because he knows it too - that we only exist like the words on paper, between the pages. Until we reach the last one. The last sentence. 

“191.”

When the story ends, so do we. But ours is a tragedy. Maybe it was always meant to be.

I come back every day. I sit next to his bed and read A Witch’s Guide to Rakes and Romance, blushing fiercely at the spicy scenes but reading it all. James covers Lily’s ears when she’s cuddled up next to him and she complains loudly while Al and Freddie laugh and Harry and Ginny exchange soft, tired smiles.

Sometimes, the room is crowded. Sometimes, it’s just us - James and me and the steady whirring of the machines - and I read to him until he falls asleep. I read to him until twilight creeps into the room and we have to turn on the neon hospital lights. 

I read to him until he can feel his legs again. 

Until the IV lines become less.

Until he can sit up by himself.

“How many?” He says and I don’t look at him.

“16.”

It’s the last chapter. And, though I know that it’s time to go, that this semi-real version of us has an expiration date, I dread every page I turn.

“What if you stayed?” James says, quietly, and I feel like I might choke. I can barely breathe.

What if I stayed?

“I - I can’t.” My fingers are clenching the book in my lap, digging into the cover for something to hold on to. This feels awful, like a second break-up, and I wish I could just fold myself into his arms. 

But I can’t and he doesn’t argue. Because he knows me too well.

His lips are pressed together as he nods, a tear sliding down the side of his face into his pillow and I’m crying too. When he reaches out, I take his hand and weave my fingers through his, careful to not dislodge the catheter in the back of his hand.

“Do you want to hear the ending now?” I ask, wiping the tears from my cheeks, and his gaze slides from my face to the book in my lap, to our intertwined fingers.

“No.” I feel his hold on me loosen, his hand slipping out of my grasp a little. “I don’t want to know how it ends.”

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @kaylinalexanderbooks! Sorry it took me a while to respond

5 Lines Tag

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A line about a building

In time, Mashal began to recognize the buildings they passed from his first trip here. It seemed like all of the apothecaries and paper shops huddled around the city’s center, and by extension, the Archive. None of these were open at such an hour, so sneaking around was even easier. Above the slate roofs, he could see the dour spire of the magical library---the tallest spike in the crown that was the Yewbury College of the Arcane.

As they passed through the ring of shops and entered the university grounds, that spire towered above then as a gargantuan monolith, a massive panopticon set to watch the whole city for any signs of ignorance. It seemed almost alien, how bare it was. Just a brutalist gray slab reaching impossibly high into the sky.

A sad line

From outside the house suddenly came the shrill blast of a whistle. Mashal jumped at the noise, while Astra's face fell. Elwe and Dahlia looked at each other exhaustedly. It seemed their lunch break was over.

"Time to get back to work," Dahlia muttered. She stood, crossing the room to pull on a heavily mended pair of boots. Elwe hesitated, but stood as well with a sigh.

Astra scowled bitterly. Mashal saw her briefly reach into her sleeve, fingers brushing over dozens of assorted runes, though none that did what she wanted right now. Her gaze was dim as she hugged her parents goodbye. Soon, it was the two of them alone in the house.

"I coulda' begged 'em to stay," the witch murmured. "They deserve a day off. I deserve the chance to spend time with 'em."

A line that's wimpered

"You've got this," he whispered, careful to keep his voice below Avymere's enraged complaints---which now featured not only Landry's blood, but the lack of refreshments and seating arrangements, the demiplane's air quality, and both his and Sixteen's omnipresent mechanical hiss-clack.

"I'm going to die," Elsind whimpered.

Without another word, the changeling squeezed into their liquid form and oozed towards the cell bars. The moment they moved, Mashal could see what the problem was. Elsind's skin typically had a slimy cast to it. Not enough to leave marks or stains on anything---just a bit of a sheen. Vermir had scalded all of that off to rid herself of her liquid intruder. Elsind's movements were jerky and pained; they involuntarily tensed up any time something brushed up against them. Instead of a clean squeeze through the bars, it was more of a sticky struggle, limbs clawing half-formed on either side.

A line with taste

Then came the unmistakable sound of a large explosion.

A bitter grin crept up Vermir's face. She remembered the taste of that summoned fire. It had stuck. What sort of fire did that? No, the witch who'd managed to impress a five hundred year old mage possessing the power of seven sorcerers wouldn't fall to some city guards.

A funny line

"Top of the east tower, right?" Mashal asked. He held out a map, cross-referencing that with the written directions.

"Yeah, but we gotta take the servants' passages or they'll kill us," Astra muttered. "Or boil us alive, or sew us in a bag with rabid dogs. Or make us listen to ballad jazz."

Mashal shook his head. "Ballad jazz is great---you must be deafer than I thought from all those explosions. We'll take this passage here." The man started walking faster, Astra having to take twice as many steps to keep up with her long-legged friend. "That'll connect to here, which should bring us to the stairs."

"How many stories?" she asked with a wince.

"Thirty," he answered mercilessly, eyes still on the map. "The good news is, the staircase connects directly to a door in the Duchon's chambers. Technically, the whole east tower is theirs, but they only live on the top floor. Also, did you know there are elevators here like in Unity? Though they're only for the---"

"Love, if ya finish that sentence, I'm gonna have a conniption."

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Your lines are: A line about clothing, an angry line, a line that's muttered, a line with taste, and a loving line

I'll tag @bunnymermaidwrites @the-ellia-west @melpomene-grey @sleepywriter00 @somethingclevermahogony and YOU :D

Have a bitchin day <3

[lil-melody-moon]

Hello dear, hope you’re doing okay❤️ I just wanted to know your opinion on the new Beatles song. I can’t stop listening to the song and I wonder how do you feel about it. Love ya 🫶🏻

Hello, hun! <3 Oh God, I didn't expect to get an ask about this song, oh Gosh, wait, I need to listen to it once more - best time of the month for me, let me gather my brain.

*4 minutes later*

Alright so how do I even start with this? It's as melancholic as it could get, I love the melody of it. Piano, drums they are good, especially the drums. Ringo did his best job again, love him for that - the guy is irreplaceable <3 Violins are making the work there too, Gosh I love this instrument so much! But the part that draws my attention the most is the bridge. The guitar even sounds sad, but I'll get to that one moment in a few, because now's the time for vocals and lyrics.

I have one problem with the vocals and it's not John. I actually like how he sounds there - I think I heard his voice breaking a few times? I'm not quite sure about that - it's soft, somehow longing, but the thing is I don't like Paul's harmony in it. As much as I like him and adore him for his music, it just doesn't fit for me in the chorus. Maybe it's his old voice that throws me off the melancholy each time I hear him, but like. The song could be good with John's voice only, maybe even better, but it was Paul's and Ringo's choice to do the song how it is now and I'm fine with that. That's only a detail that I can get used to after listening to it a few times.

Generally what image I get through this song is this: two people on each side of a barrier of some sort. Both can see one another, but they can't get any closer. One of them is alive - that's a woman for me, second is dead - that's a man for me, watching over the alive one. It's just that this one moment let them see each other for the first time this close and this visible. The woman thanks the man for care, for support, for being almost always there in various forms - let it be music, videos, photos etc - for helping her in another hard time in her life and so on and so on.

And now to the lyrics, oh God almighty.

It's one of the songs that got my attention to the lyrics almost right away, that's why I couldn't exactly say that if I like it or not after first listen - I always have it like that if this happens - but they got my attention for a reason. This song, at least for me, is about longing for the other person. Loneliness, tears and crying, this is what I get from lyrics and melody all together. I will not go through each verse because that would take forever, but like I have no other choice but to somehow go through it as a whole and get a little personal here.

With the chorus, and with the line "I miss you" the woman breaks in tears, because even if they didn't know each other she has always felt that a part of her is missing and couldn't be so easily found and yet when she does find it, it turns out that it's out of her reach. Though this moment, which should last for no longer than a few seconds is longer. The barrier disappears with the bridge, the man steps closer to the woman, embracing her, promising her that they'll get together. He can't exactly tell if in real world or in afterlife, but he can keep the promise that it'll happen. The song ends and the moment ends as well, leaving the longing feeling even stronger.

This is how the entire song feels to me and even the timing of it is like a strange coincidence because I'm going through a difficult time. It's nothing too major, but university became hard, this semester is hellish, almost nothing interests me, but I want to finish this degree so I have to go through it and yet, there's this one person who makes all of this better. His music makes it better, generally he makes it better for me - even if he's dead for so long, bringing so much joy that I can't even measure it, let alone word it and you can call me crazy, but I think I fell in love with him. In fact I spoke about soul connections with a dear friend of mine and we both came to conclusion that maybe, just maybe this is what takes place, all of the above, the story that this song caused to appear in my mind.

Could be true, could be not, could be even my chaotic, period emotions going insane over him, but in conclusion, to not make this answer even longer, that song makes me feel melancholic, it hits right where it should, I like it, besides that one detail but I can get used to that.

Thank you for asking, love you too! <3

[minty-marshmallow]

Physical 100: S2: EP 8

Well we are nearing the end...so here we go.

I still think this was for the show. There ain't no way they both fell like that. I mean I know they are exhausted but...idk man. I mean idk seems like it was just set up to make it more intense you know. Dang, he fell again! This is so stressful lol. Everyone yelling at me would just make me more stressed bruh. Man, again I feel bad for the teams that lose. I know someone has to lose but it still sucks.

Oh no, he sprained his ankle! That's not going to be good for the next competition though. Yeah well, that's how it goes as a team leader though, one bad decision can set everyone back. It happens but it sucks. They are so hurt, I'm sad to see them go.

Anyway though, this episode is titled "Friend or Foe" so I'm assuming the next competition is going to put the teams against their own members.

Oh wow! Look at all that meat! It's not good to eat like that before a competition though right? I assume they will have time to rest and all though but idk the time frame.

I KNEW IT! They gotta go against each other now. Wow, this is going to take a lot of endurance. Not necessarily strength. Like yeah, you gotta be able to pull them but more so be able to KEEP doing it. I feel like the women will easily be beaten this time sadly. I'm glad that she didn't give up and really gave it her all.

Omg, I wonder if his thigh is actually okay? It translated to "I heard something snap" like did he just pull a muscle or worse?

I like how Beom Seok says "He will finish it off" but honestly anything can happen so you never know. Yo Gibson might win, lol see I'm telling you. [plus this show is rigged too haha]

Alright, next team. Let's Go!

Poor Sung Bin I feel bad for him. I know he wants to finish the race regardless but he also shouldn't over push himself. He still beat the girl, I'm quite surprised. It does help the others though because they know he's hurt so they know he will be last, they can just sort of take their time a bit. He finished though at least, he didn't give up. Now the real competition starts.

Everything seems against Jae Yoon lol. Also, Justin is really good. He has great strength and stamina. I really didn't expect Jae Yoon to be eliminated.

Okay 3rd Team!

I feel like Andre has a good chance but so do the others aside from the girl because let's face it none of them have made it so far. I told you she was going to be struggling. I'm glad none of them gave up though and all were determined to at least finish it. Yep, feeling rushed is gonna cause mistakes.

So I think it will be between that Woo Jin guy and Andre. Really could go either way. Yep, that last round is tough. The good thing is though, at that point it's almost over. Man, even a tiny stumble can cause you to lose at this point.

Ah, the last team. This is the big one. Who will win? They all have amazing strength and stamina; it was an all-star team. So really anyone could win this. They're going all in from the start. Man, they are really going to tire themselves out. They're so fast but it's just the first round so they're gonna tire out fast too. I'm surprised Thanos lost but like I said anything can happen. He kinda hurt his ankle so...yeah.

It's really going to be down to endurance and stamina now. Like yeah, you can pull it but are you going to be the one that can keep pulling it. Man, that sucks that the straps got stuck, and really nothing he could do about it. Any small thing can cause you to lose.

Ah, I should have known they'd end it with the last two starting their race. Oh well, I'll watch the last episode tomorrow because I'm tired and going to bed.

[heimeldat]

I was sick and listened to the first 7 Time Travelers audios in 2 days with my system full of Nyquil so... bit of a blur. I know things don't get really interesting until the end, so I guess I haven't quite gotten to the good stuff yet. But anyway, overall reactions so far:

Republica: solid timey-wimey fun. I like it when time ends up healing itself. The scenario is just the right sort of ridiculous that Doctor Who thrives on, and the script feels like it would fit right into Big Finish. I know it's not technically DW but it felt like a satisfying (if unexceptional) Seven and Ace story.

Island of Lost Souls: another solidly standard DW plot, though this one feels like it should belong to Three more than Seven. Nothing much to say, not a remarkable story but well done across the board. These first two episodes feel like they weren't concerned with unique storytelling, just trying to showcase their ability to capture the feel of Doctor Who, and in that they succeeded. No instant classics, but good fun.

Prosperity Island: hard to go too far wrong with a Tempest adaptation. That did make it rather predictable of course, but the story didn't suffer for it, and they changed just enough toward the end that it still had some fresh beats. Starting to branch out a touch from the Classic Who formula, but still playing it safe with a tried and true plot: honestly that's a really smart way of easing into a new series aimed at an established audience. But again it makes for an unremarkable (though quite enjoyable) story.

Left Hand of Darkness: the first attempt at something a bit different! Not altogether original, still fairly predictable, but Ace and Dorsai played well off each other, and Ace had some really strong moments. It's also nice to see them leaning more into the audio medium with the use of blindness as a plot device. I do think the buildup was a little drawn out and the climax a little rushed (especially Dorsai's suicide) but overall a nice character piece, and it feels like the series is finding its feet. (A little disappointing that the Professor only got a bit part, since I'm mostly interested in seeing him and Ace together, but that has no bearing on the quality, just my preferences.)

The Other Side: another slightly more experimental story, nice. Again, I think they've chosen plot devices that work well with the audio medium, and again I'm sad to see less of the Professor but enjoyed seeing Ace shine in some solo character moments. Still, I wasn't as impressed with this one. We know Ace isn't really dead, so the buildup and her realization of the situation felt too dragged out; she got some good character beats but there was no real suspense for the audience. The resolution felt a bit crammed in by comparison. There was something a bit tonally odd too; I can't quite pin it down beyond saying this one felt like SJA instead of DW. Which isn't a bad thing, it just felt ever so slightly out of place.

Guests for the Night: this is the first one that really fell flat for me. It couldn't decide if it wanted to be Hammer Horror or Chimes of Midnight, so it got stuck awkwardly in between. The cheesy villains prevented the setting from feeling properly mysterious or creepy, and the resolution kind of came out of nowhere. It might have worked with more time to develop the plot and characters, but at only 1 hour it was a bit rushed and crammed full of story pieces that didn't quite mesh. Also not a fan of the "you murdered him! Oh well moving on" ending. Either commit to the moral quandary and really impact the characters, or let the villain's death be earned. It made for a rather unsatisfying ending.

Ghosts: All right, starting to diverge a bit from Doctor Who! Got the characters' names and a few hints about their background, that's a start. I enjoyed the complexity of this one, all the disparate characters and plot pieces that came together pretty tidily in the end. I was skeptical about the Professor getting mind-controlled so easily, especially since Madam Eternal wasn't a particularly impressive villain, but I guess he was the only one who knew he had missing memories, and he managed to fight the mind-control enough to build a failsafe into his machine, so I'll accept it. I would have liked to know why Samson mistook the Doctor for his target and how he almost-killed him, but I guess that's not a big deal. The production value seemed a little lower on this one, with a lot of awkward cuts between scenes and background noise almost drowning out dialogue, which was frustrating given how much I enjoyed this one; it feels like one I'd want to re-listen to, but the technical issues made it a little hard to get through at some points.

[pbandjesse]

We are in the car on our way to our camp site. I am excited but also nervous and also very tired. I got very overheated as we were finishing up getting ready to leave and that caused me great stress. But it was still a pretty good day.

I wish I had slept better. But my body woke me up 1 minute after my alarm should have gone off but I forgot to set it. So I lucked out there.

I felt alright enough and got dressed and ready to head out. James made me a bagel. And our car registration sticker finally came so they could come down to put that on the car. And I left only a couple minutes behind.

I got to camp and had to wait by the office because someone was dropping something off and were blocking my path. Ah well. I spent a few minutes sorted out our glove compartment. So much paper in there. It's much neater now.

Once I was able to get up to arts I would spend some time organizing the car with all the camp stuff. James didn't think we had room for the cooler but I would make it work.

Bonnie, the clean lady, and her dog Buddy came and said hello. We chatted about the wedding this weekend and she told me about the mess some people left that needed to be picked up. I wished her luck and finished up my packing.

I did some work down at woodlands. I moved the ceramic pots down to the pueblo and was pleased to see that the paint dried exactly the right shade and you can't even tell where I patched. And once I was done there I started looking at the long house and tried to figure out what I would need done in there. I will have to move out the paint and ladders that had been left in there. And get another bench.

I decided that would be done later. And so I went back to the office.

Alexi was there and I was able to check in with her about a material that was forgotten when I sent my list the other day. And then got to work printing and laminating the scans of one of the books for my program. We did order the book but we aren't sure when it'll come so this is a good stand in.

I would spend some time sharpening pencils. And finishing up getting my group boxes together. And then I started working on a poster for a visual for Iroquois trade. I decided it should look like a grocery advertisement. This is not done yet but it was fun to start laying it out.

Heather and Alexi would ask me if Celia could come help me move stuff. And she would show up later in the day. While she was there Alexi also asked if I could drive a sleeping bag to a child in white hall. Which was just fine with me.

Celia would walk around with me while we waited for Ayça to be done with the gator. She would start helping me move the picnic tables but it went bad fast. It fell right over and I went down with it and twisted my handle and scraped up my legs. I saw it happening and I really was close to legit breaking my ankle. But I did not put all my weight on it and fell to the side instead and it was very scary.

Celia helped me up and we went back to the office. She had driven us down there so we were able to drive back and while it was sore for a while it doesn't really hurt anymore so I don't think I messed myself up to much.

When we got back there Ayça was not yet done. So we got the nature key and walked over to see how my snails were doing.

Turns out not good. I think something went wrong and they are all dead. I literally don't know why but they don't seem to have survived the transport and I'm bummed. I'm going to leave it and see if any of them made it when I'm back on Tuesday but I am sad about it.

We sat in the nature lodge for a while so Celia could give treats to all the animals. I just chilled for a few minutes.

But then we were given 20 minutes to use the gator. So we put on a timer, literally, and saw how fast we could collect 3 benches.

Honestly it went better then expected. And even with having to help direct s few lost wedding guests, we finished in 17 minutes! And now the long house and the Hogan have 3 benches. Amazing.

I also got the Hogan's fire pit dug out and then I talked the whole space. I want to get the cots out of there but for now it looks better with the benches and the removal of some stocks and leaves. I'm excited about making the spaces better.

Celia headed out with promises to Alexi to come back to get the bunnies to watch for the week while Alexi is in Florida. She's going to Disney! I hope she has the best time. And then I found out Ayça is leaving for turkey tomorrow! I wished her luck and told her I hope she comes back next year.

I would spend a little more time on my advertisement. But then it was time to go. I had a lot of driving to do and if I wanted to be home by 4 I had to go.

I got the sleeping bag and the address. I had called the dad earlier to double check he wanted it dropped on the side porch. And then I was off.

And it was a nice drive. All farms. I got to see a giant field of sunflowers. Which was magical. And I dropped off the sleeping bag with little fan fair.

The only real issue I had was our box of kitchen stuff fell over in the car and went everywhere. Also was just very loud. I would pull over at the royal farms after the sleeping bag was dropped off and everything fell on the ground. It's fine. I collected everything back up and made it more secure.

I would get home as James was telling me they would be leaving work in 15 minutes. That was fine. I would find my old bike basket net to put over the kitchen box. And it is a little dry rotted but it's fine for this weekend. I would also clean out the gravel a bit in the tanks. Pet Sweetp. And took a shower.

This made me feel a lot better. This would not last long though. James was getting home as I was getting dressed and I was already dropping sweat. Sucked a lot.

I sat on the couch while James finished getting thier stuff together and I opened the mail. My new earrings came and I would struggle really bad to put the one in and had to get James to help me be sure I was so sweaty I couldn't think. But we got it in and things calmed down.

I got Sweetp's food together and said goodbye. We went down to the car and put the last of our stuff in and then we were off! 3 hours to the beach!

We are an hour away still. We are making pretty good time. I hope we are mostly set up before the sun goes down. We are usually pretty efficient so I'm not to worried. Only a little worried.

We are stopped for McDonald's now. And then we will be back on the road and hopefully get there before the rangers all leave at 8.

I am not sure what service will be like so I'm getting this posted now! I love you all! Until next time!

[steppingstonesuniverseguide]

One More Step Out of the Pit: Chapter 4/26

Summary: It had been Tommy and Tubbo for practically forever. They clawed their way out of hell together. They discovered their superpowers together. They started working for the Superhero Guild together before even coming of age. Tommy probably owed Tubbo his life ten times over. So, when the three supervillains he'd been assigned to bring in managed to take Tubbo hostage, well, there was really only one thing to do.

He knew, of course, he was signing himself up for torture and death by offering that trade, but that was okay.

It'd have to be okay.

AO3 Link (See AO3 for Warnings.)

(This story is finished and has been posted on AO3 for a while, but I'm posting it on Tumblr so it's somewhere else too (considering the day AO3 was down a bit ago). The author notes will all be kept as well. If you are following the blog and don't want to see these posts, block the tag #backlog.)

This was boring. Wilbur could say what he wanted to about the Red Glider (and he did say many, many things), but at least he was entertaining. This was just sad.

The Blaze Lab was one of the Superhero Guild’s biggest potions suppliers. As such, it had security which included privately hired guards and a couple of low-ranking heroes loaned from the Guild.

They uh…

They probably should have invested in some higher ranked ones if he was being honest.

Wilbur honestly barely had to whisper to push half of the guards that engaged with them off of their feet. He left the other half to Techno, though Techno was aware this wasn’t because Wilbur couldn’t have easily handled them all on his own. He just knew Techno would complain if he didn’t get his fair share of the action. It wasn’t really a fight for Techno though. He hadn’t even seen cause to get his sword out yet. His fists were working perfectly fine, and he was half worried it’d be a massacre if he did get it out. With the way they were fighting, Techno would not be surprised if they tripped and fell on his sword of their own accord, and then Phil would be sad, so the sword stayed in its sheath.

Phil, for his part, wasn’t even pretending to be interested in the fight. Whenever someone seemed to think about approaching him, all he really had to do was flare his wings a bit and they’d turn tail.

In fact, the fight only last a couple of minutes before all dozen or so of them gave up and bolted in the opposite direction.

“They’ll be calling in reinforcements, I’m sure,” Phil pointed out. “We should probably pick up the pace.”

“Or we could hang out and see what they’ve got,” Techno said. “I didn’t even get to stab anyone yet.”

Phil looked over at him, eyebrow raised.

“Not that the goal of this mission is stabbing,” Techno amended, “and I will do my best to minimize the amount of stabbing that takes place.”

“Uh huh,” Phil replied. He turned to lead them down the hallway towards their destination. Techno and Will followed casually cautious as they were still in enemy territory, but they were not all that worried. They were right not to be too as nothing challenged them the rest of the way to the main storage area. In fact, it was almost a surprise that, when they entered the room, someone was still there considering everyone else had fled.

He was costumed, so definitely not a lab worker, but he was rushing around messing with things before he noticed they’d entered the room. He froze.

Phil stepped forward deeper into the room, his eyes locked on the person. “Hello there,” Phil said pleasantly.

“Hi,” the person replied.

Phil tilted his head to side. “What’ve you got there?” he asked casually.

“Mushrooms,” he answered.

“Hmm. Why?”

“No, reason really.” Techno and Wilbur had fanned out a bit, Techno walking towards the left and Will to the right to make a sort of semi-circle with the person in the middle. His eyes tracked the movements, but returned to Phil.

“Stuff’s missing,” Techno observed as he noticed areas of the storage room meant for potions and potion ingredients were suspiciously empty.

“You been hiding shit, Mate?” Phil asked sounding a bit amused.

The hero, because that’s what he clearly was, held onto his tray of half-grown mushrooms tighter. “No,” he lied.

“Fire resistance is still here,” Will said.

“Must have hid the more dangerous stuff first, huh?” Phil asked the hero, with a small smile on his lips. “Smart, but you hid the wrong things. This is more of a supply run than anything.”

Techno watched the hero closely as he considered them, glancing at the fire resistance potions out on one of the tables. Surely not, thought Technoblade. If it had been the Red Glider, maybe Techno would have expected to be involved in a mad dash for the potions, but most normal people had to know when they held a loosing hand. Techno thought he must have realized his position because he looked away from the potions to look down at his tray of mushrooms.

Techno barely managed to pull his sword out to slice through the giant mushroom stalk as it careened towards him. Will let out a surprised noise that shifted into a blast that stopped him from getting smacked by a mushroom but sent him flying back a few yards. Phil had been closer to the hero and his mushrooms and actually did get swept off his feet. Technoblade knew he’d be back up in a moment.

For now, Technoblade and the hero both lunged towards the other side of the room where the fire resistance was. Techno’s legs ended up being a lot longer and while the hero had been closer, Techno was able to hop over broken mushroom stalks fast enough to catch up with him. He snatched the hero up by the back of his costume, hoisting him into the air with one arm. There had been no murderous intention behind the mushroom attack, so the sword gripped in Techno’s free hand stayed at his side. The hero kicked desperately, but Technoblade was able to hold him far enough away from himself that he wasn’t able to do any damage. He seemed to realize the futileness and gave up after a few moments, breathing in little pants as he hung in Techno’s grip.

The other’s processed what had happened in a moment. Wilbur turned to gather the fire resistance potions without being asked as Phil picked his way over the mushrooms to them.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Phil said kindly as he watched what he could see of the hero’s face. “That was pretty good.”

Phil was lucky Techno had a good reaction time because when he saw the hero’s hand shift slightly, he just barely managed to slap the hidden mushroom out of his grip in time.

Phil laughed almost gleefully at the audacity of that move which seemed to piss the hero off because he started to struggle in Techno’s grip again.

“Phil,” Techno said exasperatedly as the man stepped closer. The kid kicked at him, but Phil absorbed the strikes as though they were nothing, blocking the punch that went for his eye with one hand as he reached forward to flip up a little strip of fabric on the hero’s uniform with the other. “And you’re only a level one hero?” he asked. The Guild didn’t want people to know what level hero they were fighting, so they didn’t make their rank obvious on their uniforms, but they did want other heroes to be able to easily identify hierarchy in the field. So, they hid an insignia in each hero’s costume. Most supervillains would not be aware of this, but Phil had been a hero once. “Mate, you should ask for a promotion.” His eyes flickered over the kid’s masked face. “You also definitely should not have taken us on by yourself.” He said it less in a threatening way and more in an if-I-were-your-dad-you’d-be-grounded sort of way, but Techno was pretty sure the hero did not recognize the difference and would not appreciate the sentiment if he did know.

Personally, Techno was glad for the little rush even if the hero’s struggle hadn’t lasted long. It was part of the reason he didn’t overly mind the Red Glider even though he much preferred winning the fight in the end like right now.

The hero didn’t respond to Phil’s light reprimand for taking them on, and Phil shrugged before there was a soft click and suddenly the body Techno was holding got ever harder to keep a grip on as the hero went wild with his kicking. Phil stepped out of range having just snapped a power suppression cuff around his wrist.

“We should still probably check him for more things that can grow,” Phil told Techno. “If he can make mushrooms grow, he can probably do other fungi. Mold spores could be pretty dangerous in his hands.”

Wilbur walked over, his previously empty bag now filled with fire resistance potions. “What’s the plan for him then?” Will asked with a nod at the hero. The hero froze in Techno’s arm at that, tension lining his frame.

Phil considered the question for a moment. “Honestly, he’s a little too wily to just leave him to his own devices, suppression cuff or no. He seems like one that’d try to keep going at us if we gave him the option.”

The hero shook his head in denial, but Phil did not look convinced.

“Wouldn’t be worth much as a level one, but I’m sure we can get something especially if anyone else has seen his potential.”

“So, we’re taking him?” Wilbur confirmed.

“Wait,” the hero spoke, his voice shaking a bit. “I… don’t?”

“It’s alright, kid,” Phil soothed, turning back to him. “Just don’t cause any trouble and it’ll all be fine. You’ll be home before you know it.” He eyed him before taking off his hat to plop it on the hero’s head. It was reminiscent of actions he might have taken as a hero on the street towards little kids who ran up to him during those awkward years between Phil legally adopting Technoblade and quitting the Guild. The hero’s head was a lot smaller than Phil’s and it slipped easily over his eyes, a makeshift blindfold. “We should get going. Whippoorwill, clear the way. I’ll carry him.”

Techno nodded and forked over the hero. Phil was careful to firmly, but gently restrain his arms and legs. His grip would be like velvet covered iron, Techno knew, inescapable unless you managed to distract him. Phil nodded once he had him in his grip. Techno stored his sword back in its sheath for now and they were off.

Author Note:

I'm sure Tommy will be completely rational and calm about this development.

Also FYI there is some complicated lore that's going to start being foreshadowed more and more so if you see inconsistencies especially with the timelines as different characters narrate... yeah, you probably do, and it is intentional.

[midirecovery]

Idek man

I just get my feelings casually hurt so much. After our serious talk the monday before last he was good and sweet and present for 2 days which is like the pattern. He surprised me at my gig on Friday night which was exciting but ruined it p quick. Made me feel lonely at the chat pile show. Didn't hear from him for more days. He didn't like the picture of myself I posted which I know is just such a small thing but it hurts my feelings!! Like other ppl are giving me that attention and he just is like whatever even tho I told him before it hurts my feelings and we're supposed to be each other's hypeman. I screenshotted his view noti and sent it with a 🤔 and he just responded 😎 like an asshole. In person I was like I guess I'm just ugly and should go away huh. He laughed.

I cant expect to make plans with him. I was honestly surprised to hear from him last night and have him ask to hang out. It was hard for me to be super excited. Ever since he said "maybe we can find a way to make it more laidback" I've just been like stunned and pulling away. So no physical affection when I got there. We talked and hung out more like friends. He was weirdly excited tbh. But it was hard not to grab him when we were laughing abt music and stuff. Every time I looked at him I felt the ghost of heartbreak, like my whole body was being squeezed in a vice grip. I have found out a few things that have totally shaken the foundation of what we have. I realize I just don't really feel all that safe and secure with him. When we're in person most of the time I do, but when we're apart I have no idea where we stand or what he feels. It seems like he's just a neutral person.

I want to tell him everything. :( all the time always. :( I can't imagine my life without him!!!!!!! But I also just like cannot spend my energy just being sad and anxious and disappointed all the time either. He almost played video games with buckley AGAIN last night and there were a few beats of loud silence and I was like you can if you want. And he hesitated and was like no it's ok. The controller is about to die anyways. I said are you sure? He said yea. And i said it really hurt my feelings last time to be honest. He didn't say anything. Just played gta with me but seemed to have fun.

Asked me for a shoulder rub and I did, but it's always really sweet and most of the time I'm happy to do it. I used to always be happy to but the resentment is building. But we get to bond that way. He was playing and I was wrapped around him from behind with my chin on his shoulder watching the TV screen and then caught our reflection in the dark window and just got so bittersweet again. I love this and I love him and being together. I just wish it didnt suck. Relationships fucking suck. This fucking sucks.

Also it doesn't help that I never know if sex is gonna happen. It usually doesn't. Last time we did it he had a hard time staying hard between positions even tho he said he wanted to. It was kind of a turn off which normally it isn't but I really wanted the passion to be there. With him, every time, it was always the best sex I've ever had. Now it can just be awkward.. the last time it wasn't was when I had just cried in his arms for a long time and then that supercharged our emotions and it was really hot. Pretty wild that thats what it takes these days. Simply the motion of him undoing his belt or taking off his pants or stretching to where I can see his stomach just immediately turns me on and I have to look away cuz i can't initiate anymore. Last night he was wearing the thermal long johns which just does it for me for some reason and he knows this and was sort of toying with me but nothing happened ofc. When i finished the massage he did kiss my face quite a bit. And when we layed down I asked him for a hug before he fell asleep amd he brought me into his arms and I fell asleep on his chest. And in the morning when I turned over he draped his arm over me and he hadn't done that of his own volition in a long time. It was really hard to get out of bed, especially with our sweet cat sleeping with her stretched out tummy on my face making her cute lil sleepy noises.

I just don't know what to do anymore. He seems to respond to my silence and distant demeanor which makes me so so sad. But I guess I just need to be hands off right now. I'm just not strong enough to do that all the time.

[keefiswhoiam]

March 09 - 2024 Saturday

11:48pm

2/10

This morning I took a bit before taking my shower. I just didn't feel like doing it so early, I think I was peeking at the Bumble BFF app for a bit and then I finished my profile while in the shower. When I got out, I made eggs, spam, and oatmeal for breakfast with some applesauce. I was perusing Bumble while I cooked and ate, seeing a BUNCH of the same kinda of people. Same interests I mean, very basic stuff and almost all Christian/conservative. It really feels like these people are churned out of a factory. So no luck with Bumble but I didn't really put much stake in it to begin with. I knew if I didn't stop that I would just be scrolling all day so I dawdled for a little bit before trying to find some company in VRchat. Everyone was busy today. In VR I found a couple of sort of chill people but they left to play chess. Then I was stuck with this guy who recognized the marsminer name in my bio and of course he was very weird. I stayed longer than I wanted to, mostly just being silent and answering whatever silly question he had next. When I got off, I took some 'me time' before lunch. Lunch was tuna spaghetti because I was feeling sort of lazy/sad. After eating I kinda got stuck in my own head awhile. Eventually I saw David was playing Helldivers in his server so I decided to join just to shift my attention elsewhere. It barely worked, I still felt like shit but the important part is that I wasn't alone. I tried not to make the call about my problems deliberately. Halfway through Helldivers, Daisy was free to call on her drive home so we did that. At this point my chest was tight and I felt on the verge of a panic attack until she got home and was in bed. I don't know why, maybe everything was just building up inside me. In bed I hadn't wanted to but I did maybe a 5-10 minute rant about how awful today was and how I don't know what I'm doing in general. It seemed to not be the night for this really and I wish I had handled my emotions better today. I let her go to sleep and then I had a long, 2 hour call with Jared. We talked about so much and as usual he had some pretty good advice to go along with the solid plan I already had. After that I scarfed down my cold dinner and got ready for bed.

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Today fell apart so badly because I literally had no one to talk to today. Maybe I should have just tried texting at least. I can't always rely on people to pull me through the day but today I did just need someone for at least a little bit, just to hang out with. Today I made the painful realization how much I've been strangling reassurance out of people as a way to test them and set my mind at ease. But it's unhealthy and manipulative. I only hope I haven't done too much damage already, I intend to stop this going forward now that it really hit me. Tomorrow I'm gonna come up with some plans I can follow when I get in certain headspaces so I can do something more helpful and healthy. The thing I want first and foremost right now is to be a good friend, and that means I have to make important decisions. One of those is to really appraise what it is I'm actually doing to my friends. And also taking care of myself properly so I have the capability to do good. I am driven so strongly to improve and do good in the world.

3 things that made me happy today:

Daisy calling me on her way home.

Chatting with Bramble about my behavior.

Talking to Jared about our feelings.