#who got snippets of this in Discord yesterday

[rotapathetic]

hii, i don’t know if you take requests but i thought of an idea for twitch streamer rafe >.<

he was mid stream ( early in the morning ) and she walks into his room very quietly, and he doesn’t realise due to his headphones being on, she’s half asleep, wearing just his hoodie, and the chat is currently going wild as they can see snippets of her. ( i hope this is good enough but i love ur au’s so much and ur writing ♡ ♡ )

͏͏͏✧ ྅ ˚ . ᯇ * reader sleepily surprising TWITCH STREAMER!RAFE’S stream ۫ : . 🎧

❛someone just woke up❜ : bold text is stream chat! 💬

STREAMER who tries to be as quiet and gentle as possible for you while streaming

user: what time is it for you

rafe clicked his screen a few times, loading up the game he was playing today before reading the chat. “um. . it’s pretty early. i didn’t start on time yesterday so i wanted to stream longer today to make up for it.”

he was playing a pretty chill game for right now since it was still early and he wanted to warm up to it. he murmured the description to himself, making sure it was the right thing. “yeah, someone recommended this game a couple of streams ago, and i wanted to check it out.”

user: awhh user: someone just woke up

the game loaded, the volume louder than rafe expected. “oh, sorry. let me figure this out.” rafe squinted at his screen, too focused on fixing the loud audio to notice his chat or you behind him, wondering why he was awake so early.

user: isn’t that the hoodie rafe wore yesterday user: rafe!! user: someone tell him his girl is behind him he can’t hear

rafe decided then to glance at the chat, only catching ‘his girl.’ “she’s asleep right now. she’s not usually up this early and i didn’t want to wake her.”

user: well

“okay, i got it. sorry about that,” rafe fixed the volume as you finally reached him, bleary eyed and still half asleep. you tapped his shoulder gently as to not startle him.

he turned, seeing your tired state. he took in his hoodie reaching your mid thigh, your hands hidden by the sleeve length, and plush socked feet. from the shoulders down, his viewers were still able to tell, from the parts of you they saw, that you were tired as well.

“hi,” you whispered, “why are you starting so early?” you asked after rafe removed one ear of his headset from his head to hear you better.

you shuffled on your feet, finding it a little hard to keep stand. rafe noticed, rolling his chair back, allowing you space to climb onto his lap.

user: well he’s not playing the game user: hi!!!! user: my cat is watching btw user: hi cat

you took the invitation, wrapping yourself around rafe as he angled his arms around you to still reach the keyboard. “started early because i started late yesterday. didn’t mean to wake you if i did.”

you shook your head against his neck. “you didn’t. i just noticed you weren’t next to me.”

“’m sorry,” rafe placed a soft peck on your head, getting to the menu of the game.

user: discord must be going crazy user: now you have to be still and quiet

you were already falling back asleep on his chest, content now that you knew what rafe was doing. he put a finger up to his mouth, shushing the viewers.

user: 🤐 user: 🤫 user: don’t mean to be that guy but you can’t hear us

rafe noticed how the audio of the game sounded like soft, lofi ambience. he placed his headphones gently on your head, hoping it would soothe you. he whispered to the chat, “i can’t hear the game now, so if i miss anything, let me know.”

user: no 🥺

[legolasghosty]

OKAY so apparently this JatP NHL AU is all I can write this week. So... here's another little shot from it?

[Here's the other one I posted the other day, this happens before that in the timeline.]

[Okay, a bit of context, cause this takes place in a larger NHL AU that hasn't actually been written.

1. The LA Phantoms are an NHL team. 2. Alex is a D-man, Luke and Reggie are both Forwards. 3. Bobby (Goalie) used to be on the team but isn't anymore. 4. Julie is their assistant coach. 5. Flynn is one of the main sports docs for the team.

Okay I think that's the major things you need to know for this. Enjoy!]

~1.7k, TW for semi-serious injury reprocussions, mentioned hockey typical violence.

Alex wakes up to a pounding headache and the smell of coffee. He’s pretty sure he’s at home, given how heavy the blankets feel and the familiar sliver of light coming between his blackout curtains, but everything feels wrong. His shoulders ache more than usual after a game-was there a game?-and his neck cries out when he tries to turn his head.

He lets out a groan and attempts to roll onto his side. Okay, bad idea, bad idea. Alex forces himself to breathe slowly, in for 4, hold for 4, out for 4, just like his therapist in college taught him. Take it easy.

“You’re awake!”

Alex startles at the sound of his roommate’s too loud voice coming from the doorway. He barely manages to lift his head before Reggie is crashing down next to him, one hand feeling his forehead. Alex winces at the jolting.

“Shoot, sorry,” Reggie says, eyes widening as he backs up. “You just don’t usually sleep in this much. So we were a little worried.”

“We?” Alex manages around a mouthful of nonexistent cotton balls.

“Oh yeah, Luke slept over last night,” Reggie explains. “And Flynn said we had to let them know as soon as you woke up. And the rest of the guys have been texting too.”

Alex closes his eyes, trying to make sense of all the words coming out of Reggie’s mouth. “Why…what happened?” he asks finally.

“Oh right,” Reggie responds, suddenly much quieter. “Yeah I guess you wouldn’t really remember. You got hit during the game last night.”

Alex frowns, opening his eyes a crack. That sorta explained the neck and shoulder pain, but… “So? I get hit all the time.”

Reggie shakes his head. “No like, hit bad.” Alex hears more than sees his best friend take a deep breath. “You got checked, and hit your head on the goalpost. And then… kinda slid into the wall. Without your helmet.”

Oh.

Yeah that would do it.

“Huh,” is all Alex can manage.

“Yep,” Reggie agrees, popping the p sadly.

A clatter in the hallway draws both of their attention as Luke bursts in. “Lex, you’re up!” the forward yells, hurting Alex’s ears as he rushes the bed.

“Careful, Luke!” Reggie warns just before Luke makes impact with the bed. 

Thankfully Alex isn’t lying right there and Luke tumbles onto the empty space beside him, but the shaking still sends a bolt of pain through his shoulders and spine. “Watch it, Patty,” he hisses, eyes squeezing shut.

“Shit, sorry,” he kind of hears Luke mumble past the pounding in his ears.

“‘It’s fine,” Alex forces out between his teeth. “Just…don’t…again.”

Reggie says something else that Alex can’t make out, and then the bed shifts as he gets up and probably leaves the room. When the pain subsides a bit, Alex cracks his eyes open again to see Luke still sitting there, that brown flannel jacket thrown over his shoulders.

“Sorry, man,” Luke repeats. “I should have known better.”

Alex starts to shake his head, then stops when his neck disagrees with the motion. “I’ll survive.” He hesitates for a second, a question on the tip of his tongue that he’s not sure he wants the answer to. “How bad is it?” he asks finally.

Luke winces. “We’re not totally sure. Reggie went to call Flynn to come do a check up here, cause there’s no way we’re taking you down to the clinic like this. It was too hard to tell last night with everything going on and getting your pads off and all. But… best case scenario is a minor concussion and a lot of bruising.”

Alex groans. He’s been playing hockey more than long enough to know what that tone means for the worst case scenario. That’s more than enough information. “Did we win?” he questions.

Luke takes the bait, like Alex knew he would. “Yeah, barely, it was ugly though! Their guy got off with an interference minor! Like come on! Should have at least been a double roughing. And then they were harassing us all power play and then the second their guy gets out of the box, they set him up for a breakaway and I’m pretty sure Jackie’s shoulder is gonna hurt tomorrow from how hard he checked him, but at least it worked.”

Alex lets himself zone out as Luke gives him the play by play of the rest of the game, trying to nod and frown in the right places. He manages to catch that Reggie got the tiebreaker goal in the 3rd, with assists to Luke and Nick, and that there were a few other near fights. But that’s about it.

Luke’s voice sounds totally normal, if a little angrier than he usually is after a game, but the words just can’t get through the fog settling over Alex’s mind. It’s not till Alex’s stomach rumbles loudly that he manages to focus again.

“Oh yeah, you’re supposed to have toast or something,” Luke says, glancing down Alex’s body.

“Seriously?” Alex protests. “I’m starving.”

But Luke is already shaking his head. “No can do. You threw up like three times last night. Doc said nothing heavy till we know it’s gonna stay down.”

Alex sighs but nods. “Fine. Am I allowed to get up?”

“Depends on if the world is spinning when you try,” someone else interrupts.

Alex blinks, making his eyes focus on the short, slightly blurry figure now standing in the doorway. “Hey Doc,” he mumbles as Flynn’s dark braids and denim jacket come into focus.

“Scale of 1-10, how much do you feel like you got resurfaced?” Flynn questions.

Alex chuckles at the familiar line, then gasps at the pain in his chest when he does so. “Like an 8.”

“Can you sit up for me? And don’t use your left arm, that’s the one you fell on.”

Alex winces. “Maybe?”

Luke’s arm appears around his shoulders as Alex attempts to get an arm under himself to get up. His right arm feels mostly fine, at least no worse than the rest of his body. He’s leaning on his teammate more than he’d like, and things go a little blurry for a minute as Alex adjusts to the change in angle, but he makes it up into a sitting position. He hadn’t realized before that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, which probably made things easier for Flynn.

“Okay, I’m gonna open the curtains so I have more light,” Flynn warns.

Alex closes his eyes just before he hears the shink of the metal rings on the rod. He hadn’t even noticed Flynn getting up. After a minute, he carefully cracks his eyes open. It’s too bright, like when he’s at an outdoor rink in the morning without any clouds to protect him from the glare. He keeps them half closed and turns his head away from the window.

“Sorry, Lex,” Flynn says. 

“‘S fine,” he mumbles.

He hears the snap of their gloves and the click of their pen before the quiet warning that she’s going to touch him. Alex does his best to relax under the familiar checkup routine. There’s a lot more of Flynn pausing to write things down than normal though. They ask him questions every so often. Some are normal, like how things feel or to lift his arm or something. Some are kind of random, like his birthdate and what he ate for lunch the previous day. He answers as best he can, although he knows it’s taking him a second longer than it should.

She makes him open his eyes after a while, having him follow her little light pen thing, then asking about how clear things are at various distances. He can see them just fine beside him, and Luke is alright near the door. He has to admit he can only sort of make out Reggie in the hall, but his vision has definitely improved in the time he’s been awake, so Flynn doesn’t seem worried about that.

Eventually he has to stand up. That doesn’t go too well. His legs feel about as stable as toothpicks and he sways a little before Luke and Reggie prop him up between them. It gets better the longer he’s up though. Flynn lets the guys help him out to the couch, which is at least a change of scenery from his bedroom. The couch is easier to sit up on too.

“Okay,” Flynn says finally, plunking themselves down on the coffee table in front of him. “I’ll be honest, it’s not great. But it could be a lot worse. Right off the bat, I’m saying no walking around unless someone else is there to help you for at least the next 24 hours. No serious exertion at all till Saturday at the earliest. If you’re feeling good and not having any balance issues, you can get back on the ice Monday morning.”

Alex lets out a sigh of relief. So not too many missed games then. 2, maybe 3? He can’t remember their schedule for the next week off the top of his head, but that’s normal.

Flynn puts up a hand to stop him before he can speak though. “On Monday,” they continue firmly, “you can get back on the ice. No practice till at least Friday and absolutely no games till next Tuesday.”

Alex deflates. Luke lets out a protesting whine.

“I know, but you’re no help to your team if you go too fast and reinjure yourself,” Flynn points out.

Alex groans but nods. “Yeah, I gotcha.”

Flynn grins and bounces to her feet. “Good. Then I got 10 other guys I gotta check up on, so I gotta go.”

“Yeah, thanks for the house visit,” Alex responds, carefully getting up and resting a hand on the back of the couch until things stop spinning.

“No problem.” Flynn throws a few things back into their bag and heads for the door. “Just be careful, okay?” she adds, pausing in the entryway. “I know sports bros are supposed to bounce back asap and all, but let your body heal. All the way.”

Alex doesn’t argue, as much as he wants to. “Yes ma’am,” he says instead.

Flynn nods, and then she’s gone. Once Luke locks the door, Alex sinks back down onto the couch. His best friends join him a moment later. 

“We’ll figure it out, Alex,” Reggie promises quietly. 

Luke nods in agreement. “Yeah, you’ll be back to batting pucks in no time.”

Alex forces a smile. “Okay.”

It would be fine. It was just an injury, guys got them all the time. No big deal. Probably.

[theresthesnitch]

It's about community, y'all.

I’ve found myself recently in a fandom interaction that has left me feeling very uncomfortable, and I want to talk about it. 

I will not be sharing usernames or fic names, so please do not publicly mention who they are if you figure out who this is. 

About a month ago, I was messaged by an account that doesn’t follow me, asking me to read their friend’s fic. The initial message was very flattering–their friend was a big fan of my work, and it would be so nice for them to get a comment from me on it. Honestly, it was such a sweet message, and I said I was busy right then, but I’d make time to read it.

When I opened the fic, it was a username that I didn’t recognize. Which is not terribly surprising, but I do recognize and notice regular commenters and people who regularly interact with me on Tumblr. (Which, by the way, is a good thing. These people all have a special place in my heart, and I love seeing their interactions.) This person also had no other fics published to AO3, and no bookmarks on their account. 

 I am an email hoarder, which means that every comment, kudo, and tumblr follow I get an email notification for is still stored in my email. I searched my inbox for the writer’s username, and nothing came up. I don’t mean nothing significant, I mean not one single comment, kudos, or follow from the account. I searched the account who messaged me, and got the same result. No one single comment, kudo, or follow. 

The thing that may not be immediately obvious from the outside is that many writers connect with each other as well. We share fic recs, snippets, and plot bunnies. We also talk about comments that we love, fans that we enjoy seeing in our notes, and significant interactions. 

Which is to say that the first thing I did was drop this fic with an explanation of what happened into the “fic recs” channel of our discord. Immediately, I find out that this is not a unique situation. Many of the writers in that discord were also approached, either by the actual writer or a friend, and asked to read it. 

I messaged the account again and asked if their friend was operating under a new username because I didn’t recognize them. Which is valid and I know people change their usernames sometimes. The friend responded that they did, but that the friend wouldn’t like them sharing it. I looked into the tumblr that messaged me then, and the account had been set up one singular day before they messaged me, with nothing more than a few art reblogs on their blog. 

At this point, I’m getting a really weird feeling from this, and I decide to just not respond anymore. I’m not going to call them out, but I’m also not going to engage. 

Yesterday, the “friend’s” account sent me another message, asking if I’d read it and telling me again that they can give their friend’s old account name if I really want it. They also mention that their friend read through and commented on a bunch of my older fics–which they did. Between May 24 and June 1, they left 17 comments on some of the very first fics I ever wrote and published. However, the way she tells me this feels very much like a quid pro quo - I commented, now where’s yours? 

I jumped back into the discords of some of my mutuals, and asked about this again. It turns out that all of us have gotten a weird vibe from them, and that this all feels like such a manipulative, creepy way to ask for exposure on your fic. 

And, because I’m me and needed more information, I went back to their fic and looked through the comments and bookmarks. 

There’s an ongoing discussion in many writer’s circles about interactions being lower, particularly comments, which you’ve probably seen crop up around Tumblr as well. While I don’t want to rehash this discussion here, the basic consensus is that most established writers are seeing fewer comments than ever, even when there’s a significant number of kudos. 

This fic has a not insignificant number of kudos, but a surprisingly large amount of comments and bookmarks, comparatively. Enough that just seeing the stats shocked me. I looked through the comments and saw lots of well known fandom writers, as well as some otherwise blank accounts. It strikes me as very odd–especially from a new, blank account and for a one shot without chapters to build up an audience. 

I jumped back in the discord and asked my mutuals about this again. Several people described really weird interactions with this individual. I heard stories about this person being really flattering when they initially reached out, vaguely complimenting the writer, then completely ghosting after the writer comments on their fics. 

I’ve debated for a bit about whether to post on this or not. The entire interaction has left such a bad taste in my mouth. I’ve no doubt that the writer and their friend are the same person, and I suspect some of their comments are fabricated as well. It’s elaborate, to a weird degree, and I feel so uncomfortable by it. 

The thing is, I love talking to people who have read my work. I love getting sent a fic rec. I read so little at this point just due to life and limited time that basically everything I read is something a mutual wrote or something recommended to me. I also really love the “it would mean so much to me if you read this” message, but only if it’s genuine. I have read first fics of new writers who sent me their own work, with their name attached, and asked me to. 

Fandom writing is a community, and that works best when we have a little give and take. But when you’re out there manipulating interactions, building up fake flattery to only not follow through, that breaks down our community. It’s unfortunate, manipulative, and honestly, a bit creepy. 

I don’t know if they just thought we (the writing community) wouldn’t notice, but we did. I’ve talked to other writers about this, and if any of my mutuals had a similar experience, I’d love to hear about it. 

To my “friend” who wrote this fic, I know you’re proud of your fic, but you’re not doing yourself any favors with this behavior. I will not be reading it. I also will not be responding to you or “your friend” any further. I wish you luck, and I hope you find what you’re looking for. 

[oathkeeperoxas]

💖🦄🫘💥???

💖 What is your primary writing goal for this year?

I want to finish my two poor codywan fics 😭😭 they've been languishing since 2022... I need to put them out of their misery

🦄 Is there a new POV you'd like to try writing?

Maybe Bradley! I've been mulling over over a 5+1 piece of outside povs of Mav, and while there are some I would be comfortable writing (Slider, OCs) I don't know if I can properly grapple with the layers Bradshaw jnr has. I don't really like Bradley as a person, but as a character I have to admit that he's got so very much going on for him. I've dabbled in some unposted other wips but this idea would really be cutting to the heart of him and I think it would be fun to try that!

🫘 Spill the beans. What's a new project you're doing this year?

ahaha probably not what you're expecting but after all the selkie talk for saintspy in discord now I wanna do a selkie au for them so so bad 🥺🥺 there's no one else in this kitchen but I WILL cook

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

I wrote about 20k of pure angst over nano (squeezing Ice like he's a chew toy) and it doesn't really make sense out of context but I'll let you guess what wip it's for ;) more under the cut! I really do want to finish this fic this year

New Year Writer Goal Asks

He spoke to Slider a few weeks ago, so he shares the conversation because he can’t think of anything else. They’re both back in San Diego for the week, but soon enough they’ll both depart – what point is there in talking about the house, or what’s new that’s happening around here, or what’s changed since last year? Mav nods along to his news of Slider and then tells Ice about a few of his former TOP GUN students that he’s run into while on deployment. Ice asks about if they’re keeping up to TOP GUN standards and Mav hems and haws and says yes but that there’s always room to learn and grow. The Iraqis are fond of RPGs, and that’s the next frontier they’re learning about: how to fly to avoid getting shot down. Neither of them mention the US soldiers which have been captured on foreign soil. Ice doesn’t want to think about that in relation to Mav, and it’s one more thing that he puts out of his mind. Easier to talk about killing people instead.

Is this all they can talk about? Death and work and the weather? They used to laugh and argue and test themselves against each other. Ice hasn’t smiled once in the whole time they’ve been here, and Mav has cracked a few jokes but they’ve fallen flat for them both. Mav has their feet pressed together under the table, and he’s still got that look on his face that he did yesterday when he tried to ask Ice what the fuck was going on – he’s still worried. Why? What has Ice done this week to deserve that loyalty? Is fucking him really all it takes? Ice is bad at that. Mav could really do a lot better. They don’t live in the same country anymore, let alone the same state, and it’s pure chance that they have this week together. Ice pushes the last of his pasta around his plate and Mav steals a bite from him. Ice doesn’t protest. He’s pathetic and he can’t even hide it and Mav is pitying him for it. Mav is going to leave him. It’s a fucking miracle he hasn’t already. Ice is an unpleasant person to be around these days. He doesn’t know how to have a normal conversation anymore. The only things he can talk about to Mav are work and life-admin tasks. He shuts the fuck up and Mav talks a bit about the new food he’d tried overseas and how nice it was, then tells a funny story about the people there who fed it to him. Ice isn’t really paying attention. Can’t focus. He feels like complete shit, like he’s been hit with a car or been on back to back shifts with no sleep for forty-eight hours or like someone has beat him half to death. Barely grunting answers when Mav asks a question. Doesn’t finish his food. Pays with his credit card at the counter and doesn’t even bother looking at the total. Drives Mav home with the streetlights blurring around him.

Mav is quiet when they get into the house. Ice hangs his jacket up and takes his tie off, the rasping of the silk against his rough hands only darkening his mood. He doesn’t turn any of the lights on and Mav doesn’t either. It’s late, and they should go to bed, and Mav is brushing his teeth but Ice escapes outside to smoke. He doesn’t know if that makes him feel better or not. Inside, Mav doesn’t talk, kisses him, even though his nose scrunches up at the tar in Ice’s mouth. Ice apologises for it and goes and brushes his teeth. In bed, Mav kisses him again but doesn’t do anything else.

He’s not going to do anything else.

Ice closes his eyes for a long moment before reaching out. If the sex is what’s keeping Mav with him then he has to try. He has to show Mav that he wants this too. Mav rises against him eagerly; so he’d wanted this, but hadn’t tried to get it. The confusing sickness in his head gets heavy again. He pushes it away. If he controls what they do, if he doesn’t let Mav ask, then they can have normal sex and that’s fine. It only goes bad when he thinks about it too much, so he doesn’t think about it. And he does want to touch Mav. On Ice’s terms, with Ice in control, it’s so good to feel his wide shoulders and taste his musk and kiss him languidly. On Ice’s terms, sex with Mav can make the rest of the world stop mattering.

He wants that. He needs that.

He pushes Mav back into the bed and swings a leg up over him. He’s still wearing his pants and shirt, but he gets Mav naked and touches every part of him he can reach, kissing and licking and sucking. Neither of them say anything. It’s not that kind of night. Mav’s hand cups the back of his head, strokes his jaw, supports Ice and brings him to where Mav wants. Ice tastes his sweat and follows it, nipping and biting so that Mav will look at the marks on his skin and know that Ice was there, Ice wanted him, Ice did this to him. Taking Mav into his mouth is blissful. He tastes better than dinner did. Ice strokes what he can’t fit in his mouth slowly, not wanting to rush this. This is what he’s been missing, for months on end – the ability to get the fuck out of his head. When Mav firms his grip on Ice’s skull, Ice moans and softens his mouth and lets him. Like this, giving Mav what he wants – letting Mav take – there’s nothing better. Nothing better at all. 

He jerks himself off afterwards, quickly while Mav is panting and sprawled in the blankets. At least he knows what to expect if he’s touching himself, and if he doesn’t think about it then it’s fine. It’s all fine. He can finish and get up and wash his hands and go and sit on the verandah and have another cigarette and it’s fine. They don’t have to talk about it, so they don’t. End of story.

[unseenacademic]

10, 17, 29 💜

Wow, interesting questions, thank you! 💜💜 10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting? I started posting fics last year (I know... I've been writing different things my whole life, but I'd never posted a fic before March 2023), so I worked really, really hard on the first fic I posted (a completely different, but admittedly small fandom), I did a lot of research because it was technically historical fiction... and no one read it. I wrote and posted four chapters (around 17000 words) and there was no engagement, very few kudos, no comments or the only comments I got were 'when are you gonna update'. Not very stimulating or encouraging. While working on that fic, I also posted my first TWW fic which immediately got attention from this wonderful, wonderful fandom, so my muse for that first fic sort of died and I ended up deleting it. Wow, that was long, I'm so sorry 💜 17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic? As a person who's afraid of hospitals and needles, with a degree in English, it's been a huge challenge to write a character who's a freakin' thoracic surgeon! 😅 But I love doing research! Some of the most interesting things I learned, off the top of my head: the number of members in the New Hampshire Board of Medicine, how to properly dispose of a syringe, different treatments for MS available in the 90s, and how common burnout is during residency. 29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.) I have a million WIPs I'm working on right now, but yesterday I had an idea to write the rest of the scene in "Dead Irish Writers" where the girls and the First Lady are boozing and gossiping. Maybe I'll even write it some day lol. Anyway, have a snippet I shared on discord yesterday (you have to join ussssss! Pleassseeeee! 💜💜) I admit I pulled a Sorkin here and ignored logic, because there's no way Amy and Danny wouldn't have crossed paths at some point. Guess she's tipsy! Or she just enjoys teasing CJ too much!

“Amy wants to write a book about me. You know who also wrote a book about me, CJ?” “F. Scott Fitzgerald?” CJ suggested. Amy giggled. Abbey looked from her to CJ over the rim of her glass. “No, Danny,” she said. “Who’s Danny?” Amy reached for the bottle to fill her glass. “Danny Concannon.” “Danny Concannon?” Donna asked, and held her glass towards Amy who filled it with wine. “Who’s Danny Concannon?” Amy asked again, while Donna was sipping her drink. “A reporter—” CJ started. “CJ’s crush,” Abbey chorused with her. CJ glared at Abbey, or at least the look she directed at her was as nasty as she dared to use on the boss’s wife. Abbey grinned. “Danny Concannon is a reporter who worked for The Washington post—” “—and whom our CJ has a crush on.” Abbey finished, with a special emphasis on the word ‘whom’. Jed wasn’t the only person in their marriage who could torture people with the rules of proper grammar. Jackass. “CJ has a crush on Danny!” Amy drawled in a voice that reminded Abbey of her daughters in various stages of their teen and pre-teen years. “I do not have a crush on Danny,” CJ turned to Donna, looking for support. “Danny bought CJ a goldfish,” Donna said. CJ looked at her with a mixture of shock and disappointment. Donna shrugged. “Danny has a crush on CJ!” Amy, who had emptied her glass, poured herself more wine. This time it was Abbey’s turn to hold her empty glass towards Amy. “You don’t even know who Danny is!” CJ threw back. “Nah,” Amy said, filling Abbey’s glass, “but I know he has a crush on you.”

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[dalishthunder]

Hi hello it's the smile anon thank you for the second snippet and publishing the finished chapter so soon after, i was having a shitty day and it literally fixed my mood :") I also fully 100% blame you for kickstarting my obsession with ramattra how dare you, I need SLEEP and I got Things to do but instead I spent hours on this sketch bc I don't draw robots often and he's got so many intricate parts but I could NOT get this image out of my head (after reading chapter 1, re-reading and now shaking in my boots bc you released another snippet)

I've already left a comment on ao3 but I need to come here to your House and tell you that I adore the dynamic between ramattra and this reader. They're soft but they don't read as naive, just someone who's choosing to look up anyway bc they want to and rama has ultimately noble goals but he's full of grief and is taking it out on the world around him and ough, the snippet you published is already exploring this conflict and I will be over here screaming about it once it's finished. Ramattra kept associating them w Zen which is also an interesting detail bc 1.that's the closest being to him at that point and they've long since parted ways 2.he is oozing loneliness 3.it's almost like contemplating letting them into his inner circle (at least in theory, in his imagination since there's nothing like that anymore). I am chewing wires.

Also here's the sketch in question (they're discussing important business): https://64.media.tumblr.com/c7e8fb3fa36b95e93846fba85c00aed5/43f902ef76cf7130-79/s1280x1920/3e7153663682498df2cad1e50f0344ec383adecb.pnj

ANON!!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RN I AM GIVING YOU SO MANY METAPHORICAL KISSES AND HUGS RN I AM LIVING

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Yes, the reader in this is very much not gentle because they're naive, and that's 100% going to be something explored in the next chapter. I already have like 2k words written bc I'm on fire bb

on fucking fire

normally I write at a pretty glacial pace. Managing a few hundred words a day is actually kind of a lot for me. I wrote like 1.5k yesterday which for me is like... I haven't managed that kind of attention since I worked on the last chapter of Good Endings Only.

Also this fanart? I'm literally screaming and sobbing and i love it so fucking much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Legit I messaged like all of my friends on discord and I was like "Oh my GOD LOOK AT WHAT THIS BEAUTIFUL ANON DREW"

[giuliafc]

Betrayal chapter 3 - Scandals and Sinners

<< 1 -- 2 -- 3: Ao3 || FFN -- 4 >>

Written by: JuliaFC

Beta: Agrestebug and myimaginationflows

Summary: Nathalie explains Gabriel's plan… and some secrets come out in the open.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by (c) Thomas Astruc, TS1 Bouygues, Disney Channel, Zagtoon, Toei Animation. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Written for the "Snippet July" challenge of the Miraculous Fanworks Discord server @miraculousfanworks AND for LadyNoir July @ladynoirjuly Day 14 — Sinner/scandal. Let me know what you think!

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Ladybug, Chat, and Nathalie took the lift back to Gabriel's atelier and then gathered in the latter’s bedroom.

"Wasn't there something else you wanted to discuss?" Ladybug asked when Nathalie looked more comfortable, sitting up on her bed.

Nathalie nodded. "Yes. The reason why I reached out is because M. Agreste had crossed my personal line."

"Yes," said Ladybug, "Adrien mentioned that M. Agreste wanted to akumatise him."

Nathalie nodded again. "In reality, the real object of his attention is you, Marinette." The heroine held her breath. "I suppose you know a young lady called Lila Rossi?"

Ladybug winced and frowned, but nodded. "Yes, she's one of our classmates. She's a deceptive liar who's threatened me on many occasions."

Nathalie's lips curled in a hard smile. "You may not be so pleased to know that M. Agreste's deal with Mlle. Rossi goes way beyond his claim that she's 'the muse of his brand'. He has regular meetings with her and has asked her on several occasions to keep an eye on Adrien on his behalf." Her hard smile became a smirk when she heard the two teens gasp. "Last week, Mlle. Rossi produced a bit of information that raised M. Agreste's interest. Apparently she saw Chat Noir jumping out of Marinette's bedroom after wrapping her in a hug."

Both Ladybug and Chat Noir gasped. "Uh, yes he did. It was raining and I saw him wandering around all wet, so I offered him shelter and a towel to get dry." She looked between Chat Noir and Nathalie, and smiled sheepishly before continuing, "Now I don't know if it's wise to mention that I also offered him some croissants."

Nathalie glared at Chat Noir, who looked up and brought his hand to his nape. "I'll discuss this point with him later." She coughed. "Mlle. Rossi convinced M. Agreste that Marinette must be in a relationship with Chat Noir. And that's when M. Agreste remembered what he discovered when he last akumatised Luka Couffaine."

Chat Noir flashed his eyebrows in total confusion, but Ladybug's face became the colour of her suit. Nathalie noticed and continued, "It's not my place to say, but I can see that you got the message, Ladybug." The polka dotted heroine nodded and hid her face behind her hands. "They're planning to create a big scandal, make you look like a two-timer and akumatise you. I objected saying that Adrien could suffer from it, and may risk being akumatised himself. M. Agreste said that if that's where his heart lies, then he deserves to be. So I decided to contact you." She switched off her tablet and looked at Ladybug very seriously before warning, "I wouldn't be surprised if you started hearing about this story as early as tomorrow."

She made an enormous effort to move to the side of her bed. "Nathalie!" called Chat Noir darting to her side to help her stand up. "You should stay in bed and rest."

She gave him a genuine smile, one that Adrien had very rarely seen on her face, as she patted his hair gently. "I really should get up, Adrien. I need the toilet." She giggled at his obvious embarrassment and went out of the room.

When Nathalie left, Chat Noir turned to his Lady. "I thought I stopped you from saying anything compromising when Truth hit you."

Ladybug blushed to the roots of her hair. "Y-yes, you prevented me, Chaton. Not everyone else."

"Nobody knows your ident—"

"That's not the secret that Nathalie was talking about," interrupted Ladybug. "You don't know, because you'd left with Kagami, but before you came back, Truth asked Alya, Mylene, and Juleka what Marinette's secret was."

She dared glancing at him in between her fingers and emitted a loud squeal noticing that he was looking at her. "What did they say? I'm curious now..."

Ladybug took a massive breath. "She's in love with Adrien Agreste."

"WHA—? That's impossible…" Wide-eyed and pale, Chat Noir grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look up. Her face flushed even redder than before. "Oh my God… are you… really?"

She didn't see the bright smile that lit his face, because she crouched in on herself and started sobbing. "I hadn't even thought of the implications of Papillon knowing that I love you. I… thought it would be safe because he doesn't know my identity but I was wrong."

"YOU LOVE ME?"

She looked up at his words and nodded slowly; the gleam of pure adoration in his eyes made her blush darker.

"The other b-boy was Adrien Agreste," she whispered before he wrapped her into another tight hug. Then he touched his forehead again with hers, and got lost in the blue ocean of her eyes.

"You don't know how happy I am now!" The words coming out of his lips breathed on the skin of her chin. "Since we're making confessions, I have one of my own." His gaze took on an amused gleam. "I have sinned and pretty badly, M'lady."

"You s-sinned?"

He cupped a hand on her cheek. "Yes. You remember that day at the swimming pool?" He smiled when she nodded. "Well… that day I fell for Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

Ladybug blinked. "Uh, I know you did. I mean, you fell in the water. On m—"

"Yes, but also figuratively, Ladybug. I fell head over heels in love with her. I don't know what it was but… when she tried to give me back my umbrella, I felt my heart soar and thunder in the distance. No wonder I banged my head against the car after that."

He closed his eyes and giggled, his hand running to the nape of his neck for comfort. But the giggle died in his throat when he felt soft lips on his. "How scandalous, Minou. Falling for two girls!" She brushed her lips against his. "Too bad that they're only one!"

Then, their lips met again and nothing else mattered in the world.

To be continued… day 15

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Author's Note

There we are, the secrets are in the open now. We need to build a statue in honour of Nathalie ^^

I hope you will like this chapter and leave me a comment. You know that comments always make me happy! And after yesterday's episode, I need to cheer up from the angst!

Until tomorrow, bug out!

[happikattwuzheere]

the one where gansey befriends a deer: the au

hey remember that time ronan dreamed up a deer that was described with language suspiciously similar to how adam’s described, because i sure do!!! anyway

OK.

ok. so. this au’s actually evolved a lot since its initial already-pretty-fleshed-out inception one sleepless night, so me talking about it’s gonna be more than one post, but here’s the first one well actually the second technically yesterday’s warmup doodles were also from this au but i didnt talk about it at all so

and I’m gonna start with more or less the same pitch I gave to a couple people on discord

SO. starting out: it’s standard fantasy times, vaguely medieval but no specific time period because I don’t care enough to be digging into that quite frankly, but it is somewhere in England where this is happening. Story starts with just Gansey, Ronan, and Noah. Fey are very real and known entities and there’s been a conflict in England between the fey and humans, if not in the whole country then at least in the lands that the Ganseys are the lords of but probably the whole island tbh, and Gansey’s not inherited the lands yet but he’s going to and wants to maybe find a peaceful resolution to the conflict. It’s not open warfare by any means but it’s been a big problem. 

To the effect of solving that, he heads to some little village that I haven’t named but it’s right next to a known fey forest called Cabeswater. This village has avoided being stomped by the local fey because, despite witches not being particularly liked by the nobility of the time, there’s a big old coven (the psychics of Fox Way, essentially) situated right by this village that’s kept things in check. Gansey’s made his excuses to his parents about why he’s officially going there but really he wants to talk to the witches and get a better grasp of the conflict from the people actually dealing with it.  He and Ronan set out from home together, pick up Noah along the way--who is not a ghost in this AU, he’s a fey who owes Gansey a life debt, that’s a whole other post and THIS post is mostly about gansey and adam--but anyway they get to this village and NOBODY gives gansey the time of day. 

the witches don’t let him into their house because they don’t like the nobility right back thanks and the next time he tries to visit Cabeswater won’t even let him get to the coven’s dwelling, the one witch’s daughter who regularly stops by the village for supplies and to check if anyone needs anything has a big argument with him the first time he talks to her so that’s going nowhere, and, well, the villagers are polite, but they clearly don’t take him seriously. He’s just the lordling playing at things and potentially meddling in their business to them.

So he starts hanging out just barely within Cabeswater, even though he knows that’s not wise, because he finds this perfect spot by a stream, and he’ll sit out there and think and work on the journal he keeps of all his thoughts and plans, and one day while he’s there has a straight up Disney princess experience when a deer stops by the stream and seems incredibly unafraid of him. he cherishes the experience but accepts that it probably won’t happen again.

and then it does. several times. gansey’s losing his mind. this deer??? apparently likes listening to him info dump?? it’s very therapeutic and also very magical and he’s amazed 

a few times in, he names the deer “Pryderi” after a character from a welsh legend, because “such a handsome creature deserves a princely name,” [[muffled blue laughing and whispering “princely” in the distance]], and he tells ronan and noah about this experience but ronan doesn’t believe him at ALL. 

one time after gansey’s particularly upset at how bad his attempts at getting along with the villagers, Pryderi actually lets Gansey touch him for the first time and gansey cannot shut up about it to ronan who’s finally like “i think you’re bullshitting me about this deer thing. im coming with you next time” and gansey’s like “well he’s a deer he might not show up if a stranger’s around and he doesn’t come every time i go down there anyway” and ronan’s like “this sounds like a lot of excuses, dick, you’re not making me believe you any more with this” and gansey’s like “>8\” 

but pryderi does show up, and gansey is delighted, and ronan stares really hard at him and then goes 

and gansey’s like what? nooo. but ronan keeps arguing it for the duration of the visit and the deer actually starts to look annoyed and at the end ganseys like ok maybe but i doubt it. and then hes like “well since you are a fey apparently (/sarcasm) i ought to say farewell with respect” and bows very mockingly and then the deer makes direct eye contact with ronan and bows back and gansey loses his shit

gansey continues meeting up with pryderi but even while his infodumping still happens it does so now with the knowledge that He Does Actually Understand What Im Saying, he may be a fey but he seems like a friendly one and hey that’s way more than gansey thought he would get out here, and also this deer is his friend now thanks, 

he, ronan, and noah (who’s amused by Pryderi but keeps his main thoughts to himself for now) make some excursions into cabeswater, but the thing is noah’s not really native to england, he’s from the european mainland, again i’ll get to it in another post sometime, but. he can sort of help navigate cabeswater but not all THAT well so they get lost a couple times, and every time it does happen pryderi shows up and helps guide them out. there’s some very funny moments of a very jealous ronan getting into weird conflict w/ a very smug deer 

anyWAY one day there’s like a festival, everyone’s drunk because its the middle ages and there’s not really a drinking age, gansey’s making another effort to make friends with anyone, and this one guy about his own age is like “ok look here i’ll teach you the folk dance everyone’s doing ok?” and gansey spends the night dancing w/ a handsome stranger, yes he will recognize the irony in the morning, but for now it goes. well badly because they’re both drunk but it’s fun, and then the guy says “ah, fuck it, i’ll finish teaching you next time we see each other” and gansey’s like “thats a little forward but ok!” and the guy (adam. its adam) panics and leaves while gansey’s back is turned and gansey doesn’t remember that last snippet of conversation the next day nor can he quite recall the stranger’s face. ronan does, because he was watching and not sure which of the two he was jealous of, but neither of them has any idea who the guy actually was. 

and then like, 3 days later, gansey falls asleep at the spot he usually hangs out in in cabeswater and wakes up in the early evening just in time to hear people yelling and for Pryderi to burst into view with an arrow in his flank. he collapses in a bush. gansey snaps into “protect friend” mode and gets the hunters off his trail by being all “oh a strange buck? i saw it pass that way over there friend!” and then when they’re gone he comes back and is all “alright pryderi they’re gone, let me just--” except pryderi’s not a deer anymore. it’s a boy. 

(Adam. its adam. the deer is adam.) 

gansey takes him home, gets the arrow out, noah’s like “i mean he’s not a fey, i dont know what turning into a deer is about but if he were fey the iron in that arrow would already have him dead. he might be partially fey but so little that he’s human in the ways that really matter”, over the next couple days they figure out that pryderi is in fact from the village and is a young man named adam parrish who’s been labelled a changeling and is assumed dead since he was yknow shot, gansey decides for now its probably best to keep him that way, but adam’s not getting better--apparently even having had the arrow in him as briefly as he did has poisoned him, he’s desperately ill and on the third day is finally like “get persephone” so gansey tries again (he’s tried several times over these days, they’d worked out that to have survived this long he must have someone else with a small degree of fey blood teaching him the ropes and the most likely suspects are the witches, but he’s hoping adam specifically asking him to will grant him permission enough to go in) and runs into a very frantic blue en route who as soon as he makes it clear he’s got adam is like “move your ass over on that horse im climbing on too” 

they get persephone, who turns into a fox rather than a deer, she saves adam, everythings cool except adam’s pissy now because he cant go back to the village and he has to give up on the attempts he had in the works to get out of town by working his way out and he takes it out on gansey who doesnt deserve it because this friendship is a mess, he’ll feel bad and take it back eventually but thats yet more posts ANYWAY YEAH theres our starting point 

(also worth noting: due to cabeswater being Right There,  p much everyone in this village actually has a small degree of fey blood, adam just won the genetic lottery) 

tl;dr adam’s a fey-blooded witch’s apprentice and he’s been the deer the whole time and thats the start of this au ty for coming to this ramble 

[catboygirling]

😈, 🌞, 🏆, 🤩, and 🤲!

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

honestly, I think I focus more on being mean to the characters than the readers (which I do Literally So Much with all the whump I write). makes for a nice side effect, though.

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

well, today I've been writing on and off all day (sometimes I even switched to my journal instead of libreoffice), but in general I tend to write in the evening. or at night, which is why I keep the journal by my bed.

🏆 What’s your most popular fic?

I didn't check yet but I'm guessing it's A Hidden Piece...

it's actually 9. Presumed Dead, but only by about 200 hits. man, I remember when I uploaded this. it was the first fic of mine that really blew up, which I think is because I posted it right around the time Venom 2 came out.

...I've been using the same discord icon for a year and a half? man, I have to get a new one soon. anyway, I still really like Presumed Dead, and I'm very proud that it got as much attention as it did.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

I LOVE writing Whisper so much. it is my sweet little baby who I love to torment. although I haven't written it in a while... god, I feel like a neglectful parent. I have to revisit it soon.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

fine, since you asked so nicely <5 no guarantee you'll ever get the full thing, though <5

As soon as Solomon opened the door, Asmodeus flung his arms around him and gave him a kiss. Luke gagged at the display, but Simeon was too distracted by the tight feeling in his chest to chastise him.

“Hello to you too, Asmo,” Solomon laughed lightly. Simeon loved the sound of that laugh, and he wished it was directed at him instead. Then he immediately shut down that horribly selfish thought, startled that he would even think such a thing. The two of them always acted like this, so why was it bothering him so much?

“Ready to check out that bookstore, hon?” The petname rolled easily off of Asmodeus’ tongue.

“As long as you’re ready to check out the cafe.”

The bookstore and he cafe were, in fact, the same building – Simeon knew this because Solomon had told him and Luke about it yesterday, about how pleased he was that he and Asmo could indulge in their very different tastes at the same location.

[jin-mukang]

Into the Woods 1/?

Chapter two: [here]

It was requested by the KaiAo discord that I post a full version of a snippet I showed them. All editing errors are mine. Please lease comment and tell me if I should continue. Enjoy~

Summary: People with a grudge against KID use Aoko against him, now, both Aoko and KID on are on the run in the middle of nowhere, with no way to escape and nothing but a shaky trust that could either strengthen their relationship, or ruin it.

-o-o-o-o-

Twigs snapped and branches grabbed at her hair as she ran. She could feel bushes and weeds snag against her unprotected legs. Her shirt was already torn and her shorts had a huge hole in them, complementary to a jagged rock that she fell on a few minutes ago before escaping.

To her side, another figure was running with her. His usually pristine white suit was missing, replaced with a plain white under shirt that was stained with mud and torn in many places. His arms were scraped and bruised by both passing shrubs and harmful hands. He wore his usual white dress pants, but they were torn away at the knees, making last minute and sloppy shorts.

His hands were cuffed in front of him.

He ran besides her, matching her pace easily and for a minute Aoko was offended that he could still be running so easily. Her breath was coming out in labored gasps and he ran like he just started a few seconds ago. But any anger she felt towards Kaitou KID was replaced with horrible fear as the sound of a bullet firing blasted through the air. She screamed out in panic as the wood of the tree next to her exploded and she almost stumbled when her foot landed in a pile of halfway melted snow. Before she could though, hands reached out and steadied her.

"Run," he said. His voice betrayed nothing besides the urgency of the situation. "I'll protect you."

Everything in Aoko wanted to slug KID in the face for telling her that she needed protecting, but the sound of exploding gunpowder and the wiz of a bullet past her ear told her to put that slug on hold. She only nodded at KID, putting more trust in him than she was comfortable with, and then ran away from their pursuers as fast as she could.

As she ran with KID right behind her, his hands held out in front of him as if he expected her to slip again, she couldn't help but think about how crazy of a situation she was in. It seemed impossible that she would ever trust the stupid thief to protect her. If someone told her yesterday that she would soon be running through the woods with KID she would have laughed.

A bullet was fired again and Aoko had to hold back her yelp. She didn't even know who they were running from. All she knew was that these guys were pissed at KID and Aoko was stuck in the middle of it.

Another bang of a gun filled the air and Aoko found herself pumping her legs harder than what she thought was possible. She hardly even noticed her skin be torn by twigs and branches. She didn't even notice KID calling out to her before it was almost too late.

"AOKO STOP!" KID yelled.

Aoko gasped and came to an abrupt halt just before she ran off the edge of a cliff.

Her skull was pounding and her heart was fluttering wildly. She took a deep breath and looked behind her to see KID staring at her with wide, concerned eyes.

"What now?" She asked.

He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the sound of shouting and gunshots coming closer.

He looked past Aoko as a look of concentration spread on his face. He ran up besides her and looked over the edge of the cliff. Aoko looked over the ridge as well. It was probably fifteen feet tall, and at the bottom a lazy looking river flowed. Aoko knew what KID was going to say even before he turned to her with an almost apologetic expression.

"No," she said. She backed away from the cliff and looked behind her as the voices got closer.

"Aoko, we don't have any other choice," KID said. His voice was filled with pleading, something Aoko had never heard come from him before. In Aoko's mind, it occurred to her that KID was scared too.

She looked around her, trying to look for another way, but a hand grabbed her shoulder and turned her to look at his face.

"It's okay," he said. "It's okay, I won't let you get hurt."

Aoko felt something in her chest tighten. She was terrified, but KID's voice was so reassuring that Aoko almost believed him. If only he didn't look so much like her best friend. (Though she wasn't convinced he wasn't wearing a mask still).

"You have to trust me," he said. He looked past Aoko's shoulder. The voices were so close. Something whizzed past their ears and exploded in the dirt next to them. "Please, Aoko."

She took a deep breath. "Fine. Fine okay, I'll trust you."

Relief flashed briefly across his face, but he moved immediately so she didn't get to ponder it much. One of his hands grabbed onto hers. His arms were awkwardly in front of him because of the short chain between his cuffs, but she didn't ask him to let go. For once, she was glad he was with her.

"On three," he said. Aoko nodded and took a deep breath. She hardly even heard him say one and two. He yelled out the last number just as a thug burst into view. "NOW!"

Aoko gasped as a bullet was fired and she didn't pay attention to where it went because she was suddenly running again, hand in hand with the one person in the world she truly hated.

In her opinion, the edge of the cliff came up too early. Her legs almost felt like jelly but she jumped anyway.

Then she was falling. Her stomach traveled up to her throat and her eyes closed tight. All she was aware of was the hand in hers.

Then, the freezing water hit.

[serenailith]

supposed to be working on the next chapter of yesterday’s gone. instead, i got inspired by the dreamling discord to write something completely different that has absolutely taken over my entire brain.

this is fine.

everything’s fine.

want a snippet?

“Do you trust me?”

This is the most dangerous question of all, isn’t it? Hob knows that trust is something that doesn’t come easily to most humans, let alone an Endless being who has seen the owrst of humanity countless times.

But Dream is nodding vehemently. From his lips spills a litany of words. They all amount to a rambling “Please fuck me now before I lose my mind.”

Or maybe that’s Hob’s own need talking.

or maybe

The sounds burst from bite-swollen lips, echoing in the silence, and Hob rests his forehead against Dream’s hip. In any other life, this would be the death of him, but right now, it’s only the most exquisitie Hell he doesn’t want to escape. He wants to drag Dream into the depths and let the both of them drown in the everything-ness of it all.

[sacramentonewsjournal]

That McDonalds Mario Film Leak With Princess Peach Seems to be Actual

Screenshot: Nintendo / Illumination / Kotaku Nintendo’s trailer for The Tremendous Mario Bros. Film is lastly out on this planet, and so is Chris Pratt’s extraordinarily normal-dude Mario voice. The primary look didn’t clarify why everybody’s favourite Italian plumber misplaced his ass, but it surely does seem to verify the latest leak of a Mario film calendar by an alleged McDonald’s worker on the ConnorEatsPans Discord. Which means we could now have a fairly good thought of what Princess Peach appears to be like like too. Right here’s why. Our first glimpse of what the film would appear to be got here when Nintendo teased at the moment’s Direct alongside a poster for the film earlier this week. It confirmed the Mushroom Kingdom, a bunch of Toads, and most significantly, Mario, however solely his bottom. Then yesterday, somebody leaked a picture of Mario’s precise face as he would allegedly seem on-screen. It didn’t look fairly proper, whereas additionally wanting too bizarre to be pretend. The place did the leak come from? Alright, grasp with me now. There’s a Twitch streamer referred to as ConnorEatsPants who has his personal Discord. Somebody claiming to be a McDonald’s employee apparently posted the promotional artwork within the channel. “Yo, I work at Maccas proper,” posted Bob (good friend of god). ConnorEatsPants then shared it on Twitter, and followers descended to research the artwork. Many believed it was too detailed to have been whipped up in Photoshop actually in a single day, and now we all know they have been proper. Wait, Connor eats what? So ConnorEatsPants is a well-liked Twitch streamer who acquired large competing in Minecraft tournaments and now streams all the pieces from Nintendo video games to Valorant. He doesn’t eat pants. That’s an allusion to an episode of iCarly the place the trainer, Mr. Howard, loses his shit after somebody writes “Mr. Howard eats underpants” on the dry-erase board. He has a Discord, and folks put up all types of stuff there, together with leaks from McDonald’s. The leak additionally exhibits Princess Peach Whereas the ConnorEatsPants leaker initially solely posted a small, blurry snippet of Mario’s face, it seems the picture was from a a lot greater piece of promotional artwork on a Tremendous Mario Bros. Film calendar. Most significantly, it exhibits Princess Peach’s face as effectively, and she or he additionally appears to be like vaguely trapped within the uncanny valley. Some folks assume she appears to be like like a Disney princess. Nearly everybody agrees she appears to be like extraordinarily healthful, probably even too healthful to be in a Mario film reverse Chris Pratt (Princess Peach will probably be voiced by Anya Taylor-Pleasure). What does all this imply? Properly, for one everyone seems to be determined to see Nintendo reveal the remainder of the film’s iconic forged. If Mario’s mustache appears to be like that detailed, between the person hairs and the way in which the sunshine filters via these thick, brown fibers, simply think about what Donkey Kong would possibly appear to be? Will his ass be MIA too? We’ve additionally solely seen Luigi for a break up second within the official trailer. Will Charlie Day’s model be as underplayed as Pratt’s? Screenshot: Nintendo / Illumination / Kotaku The Tremendous Mario Bros. Film is animated by Illumination, the studio behind the Despicable Me franchise. However moderately than going the Minion route and sustaining Mario’s cartoony CGI look from the newest video games, there’s one thing nearly hyper-realistic occurring, like when followers attempt to recreate the sequence in ultra-high decision Unreal Engine demos. However most of all, this most likely means we would get one other leak or two from McDonald’s within the months to come back earlier than the April 7, 2023 premiere date. However don’t problem anybody who works there about it, they’ve already been via sufficient. Originally published at Sacramento News Journal

[hailqiqi]

WIP List

So... Remember how last week I was running around saying ‘hey show me your WIP lists’ to everyone?

I realised today that I actually forgot THREE extra fics off mine so. Sigh. I’m just gona start from the frickin’ beginning. Now with links, for extra organisational skills (cause what are we, animals?)

The ongoing, ‘needed to be done yesterday’ list

1.     @oasisfanmagazine Pieces (G) 2.     Skirting Katabasis 3.     @funsentryzine (G) 4.     Soulmates 5.     Snippets

Round Robins

6. Smack Kiss Fall in Love 7. Monsters and Mana - Pidgance Positivity Discord 8. Supernatural Hunters Shiro & Pidge AU with @octaviainthewasteland when we both have a bit more time

The ‘unimportant commitments’ list

6. Katabasis Outtake 1 - Holt Family Fundraiser (G) 7. Katabasis Outtake 2 - Choring not Whoring 8. Katabasis Outtake 3 - ParaPara Fortune Cookies 9. Katabasis Outtake 4 - Shiro’s Secret Skillz 10. Translation 1 - 光點 11. Translation 2 - 光速

The ‘things I am not committed to at all and want to write right now but have to wait’ list

12. Mutual Commiseration Three-Parter 13. Untangle to Wait - Part II 早就等到了 14. Dirty talk* 15. Bad Decisions* 16. Quiet Shimmers in the Snow - Part 3* 17. Salsa date* 18. Kindergarten Sheith 19. Memory Loss (oneshot)* 20. Genderbend Plance -magic forces them to change gender, mutual help adjust - ONESHOT 21. Epic Sex Drug Twins*

* = have detailed outline/already started writing

That’s it. I AM ADDING NOTHING TO THIS LIST UNTIL IT’S BELOW THE 10 MARK AGAIN. NOTHING.

If I threaten to add something new, please beat me with sticks.

Trivia

Of those 20, only 3 are gen, and 2 are bg plance. The other 16? All Plance. And if there’s a BG ship it’s BG Sheith, because I owe it to the wonderful woman who got me writing again (Morie this giant list is entirely your fault)

Dancing Plance features in no less than FOURTEEN of them. Yes, I have a problem. No, I do not plan on solving it. Deal.

I also realise that the only fic I’ve actually published with Dancing Plance so far is Smack Kiss Fall in Love. Just wait. THIRTEEN MORE TO GO.

[hardwarevent]

To know or not to know?

So a topic that's come up lately with me is knowledge, and the effect it has. When I was growing up, I recognized the power of knowledge, of knowing things no one else did, so I became an information kleptomaniac. In high school, your computer login username was the first letter of your first name and all of your last name, and your password was a 6 digit pin that not only was easy to see when typed in, but also was the same pin one types in at lunch to pay for lunches using a prepaid account. The result: you could log on as different people and access their files. At the end of high school I had login credentials for like, 30 people. I even logged in as other people sometimes. One time, I logged into the account of my then-crush, and found a text file that she and her then-boyfriend was using to talk to each other and leave messages. I assume he had her login too. Reading that stuff bummed me out more than anything. That's around the time I realized that knowledge is a double-edged sword; knowledge is power, but sometimes, to keep your psyche healthy, there are things you're just not worth knowing or shouldn't know. I had all these logins, but actually using them ended up garnering knowledge that depressed me and didn't accomplish much else. Knowledge is only really power if you can use it, but sometimes using the power of that knowledge is a risk to yourself as well. Fast forward to present day, and I need to think of questions to ask the HR guy for my upcoming interview. One question I was thinking of asking was "what is the percentage of people who get a job offer, given they get to this round?" Well, after thinking about what that knowledge gets me, it definitely wasn't worth asking. You see, I have a pretty fragile psyche, it's one of my weaknesses. I'm pretty easily tilted, and I'm really sensitive to "momentum" in games, as in if I'm about to win but see my opponents making a comeback, I can almost feel my focus fade and lose hope. So here's why that's important: if I hear that the chances of getting an offer are low, I may psyche myself out and believe I don't have a chance and not even try. If I hear the chances are very high, then I may let my guard down. Leaving that information unknown let's me focus on doing the best I can, and brings my focus away from the likely conclusion and more to my power to change it in my favor. Careful consideration needs to be made before you open that schrodingers box. For the record, I got a roundabout answer to the HR guy that actually helped me a little, and that's from what he saw, all my scorecard results were positive, and if I go in with the same attitude I interacted with him with, and if he were to bet, it'd be 95% on me getting an offer. So the answer is I can get it, but only if I focus and bring my "A" game a second time. So I wandered into C's room the other day, and they had their TweetDeck up, and it happened to be resting on the notifications for their AD Twitter. I read some snippets on how they have a crush on their crush i had the best fap the other day and blah blah blah and there was one like "if I were to have sex I would want it to be really really...." and the rest was cut off. I felt... relieved? I didn't want to know. Even though I was reading this stuff willingly, I don't want to know. And not knowing made me happier. I don't need that information. That information gives me nothing but bad emotions. That's another example of where not knowing is better. And like, right now, C is at a party at their crushes place, and it looks like they're sleeping over because they're not home and it's like 1am. And you know what? I don't know what's going on, and I don't want to know. Ignorance is bliss. So the next time you get a chance to look at your exes AD Twitter or think of asking a question that will fuck you up regardless of the answer, maybe you shouldn't know. Don't look if you don't need to know. I'm kind of a masochist when it comes to this stuff, cuz I like GOTTA LOOK, you know? It's a bad compulsion. But knowing how much something might do nothing but hurt me is enough to make me step back now. Like, I locked myself out of C's AD Twitter because every time I looked I read something that fucked me up, and i was done beating myself up. Beating yourself up doesn't do any good. You know what does good? Moving on. Focusing on yourself. Cuz yourself is the only person you got. Anyway. I saw in the discord for one of my co-workers that someone tagged him and gave a link to the job site of the place I'm interviewing at on Monday. I shouldn't let this throw off my game, cuz I feel it gnawing at me now like "raaa you're gonna fail and he's gonna succeed and you're gonna be inferior to him forever" and I have to learn to fight that. I have to believe in myself. I have to be confident. You know what I do when I feel inadequate? I think of all the people who believe in me. My parents, my friends... when packing up shit yesterday, I saw this card that my grandparents gave me on my masters graduation/ birthday, talking about how they believe in me and are proud of me and will always love me and it always steels my resolve. There are people out there who know I can do anything that i put my mind to, and are 100% in my court. I know some of them are my parents, and it's like they "gotta be" or whatever, but reminders like that really focus me and steel me and remind me that I can't and won't let these people down. I'm a raging hurricane. I'm intelligent, charismatic, and skilled for this job. I want it, I'm qualified for it, Im a great for for it, I deserve it, and I'm gonna get it. I have a day left to prepare, and I'm going to make sure I'm as prepared as I can be. Look out world. Here I come. ... My coworkers a pushover and a loser on the inside anyway, and a compulsive liar to boot, I'm pretty sure. A totally unworthy opponent. Lol. Wish me luck.