#99 my new fed

[todayisafridaynight]

noooooo dude i just made it to The Eye Scene™ myself and i'm like. woag. i understand finally. then again i am a certified men-with-blood-on-their-faces liker so i don't know if i can strictly consider myself normal either

EYE SCENE GOOD INNIT ????????

[why4anne]

Racing Hearts

Part: 1

Pairing: Jack Hughes x Reader

Word-count: 2k

Summary: F1 prodigy Y/N L/N finds herself with an unexpected crush on NHL sensation Jack Hughes.

Face claim: Madison Beer + others

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“Do I have to do this interview?” I asked my media manager. I had just arrived at my hotel in Canada and apparently I had been scheduled for an Interview in an hour. “Yes, Y/N, you have to do this interview. The other guest has already flown out early to do this interview before the race-weekend starts and it will look really bad if you don’t show up” Sarah has been my media manager since I moved to F1 at the age of 19, which was 3 years ago and she was more than used to my antics by now.

“What is it even about?” I asked as I switched my attention from my phone to fully look at her.

“It’s something about 2 stars at the age of 22 or something. The other guest is Jack Hughes, a hockey player in the NHL” Sarah looked at her notes as she said this.

“Hockey player?” I asked, exasperated.”Sarah, I know nothing about hockey! What are we even going to talk about?” 

“Don’t worry, the interviewer will make sure everything goes smoothly. You just have to sit there, smile and answer the questions.” It was obvious that she was fed up with my whining at this point so I decided to shut my mouth.

An hour and a half later I found myself in a white room with three mics standing on a table. I greeted a guy named Evan who was the host of the podcast that the interview was for and sat down in my seat, waiting for this other guy to show up. 

Five minutes later I was making small talk with the host as the door opened and a man with light brown hair walked in and fuck was he hot. I found myself staring at him as he shook hands with Evan. I could clearly see his biceps under his white t-shirt and I would be lying if I said that they were small. But, before I could look for longer I found him in front of me with his hand outstretched. I quickly pulled myself out of my daydream and stood up to greet him.

“What’s up, I’m Jack” He introduced himself, his mannerisms and way of talking all screamed cool boy, which was very different from the pampered rich boys who were the majority of the people in racing.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you” I answered with a polite smile and shook his hand, locking eyes with him as I did so. I noticed how blue they were.

“Alright, if you both feel up for it I think we should get going” Evan interrupted our moment. 

“Sounds good” Jack agreed and we both took our seats.

“Welcome back to the Sport podcast, today we are joined by not one, but two special guests. We have hockey superstar Jack Hughes, a 22 year old center of the New Jersey Devils. He was drafted first overall in 2019 and has just come off a career high season with 99 points and a playoff run.” Evan introduced Jack to the podcast and I couldn’t help but be impressed with his stats. My knowledge in hockey may be limited but the way that Evan was describing him made him sound like a really good player

“Hey” Jack said into the mic. I couldn’t help but smile at his awkwardness .

“And we also have F1 protege Y/N L/N. She is currently the youngest driver on the grid but don’t be fooled, she’d been tearing up the grid for 3 years now and is currently looking like she might become the youngest World Champion in Formula 1 history, bringing the championship back to Ferrari for the first time since 2007.” Evan moved on to me.

“Ah, Evan, don’t jinx it” I smiled, all of my media training on the forefront of my mind and after years of this I would say that I’m quite skilled at the media game. 

“Just keeping it real,” Evan chuckled. “Now, how much do you guys know about each other?” 

Both me and Jack looked at each other, seeing who was going to answer first.

“Well, to be completely honest, I don’t know a lot about hockey so I’m kind of going into this interview completely blind, sorry” I admitted, feeling kind of bad for my lack of knowledge.

“No worries, I bet that you’re busy, " Jack reassured me. “I would say I’m a casual F1 fan, like I know the top teams and drivers”

"That's fair," I replied with a friendly smile. "I'm sure we can still have an interesting conversation, even if we're not experts in each other's fields."

Evan nodded in agreement and continued, "Absolutely, it's all about getting to know each other better and sharing some insights from your respective worlds. So, Jack, tell us, what's it like being a professional hockey player in the NHL?"

Jack leaned forward, his easygoing smile making him even more charming. "Being in the NHL has been a dream come true for me. It's intense, the competition is fierce, and the fans are incredibly passionate. There's nothing quite like stepping onto the ice in front of a packed arena. You feel the energy and the pressure, but that's what makes it all so exciting."

I listened to Jack's response with genuine interest, even though I had limited knowledge about hockey. He spoke with such passion and enthusiasm that it was easy to understand why he had such a successful career in the sport.

Evan then turned to me and asked, "Y/N, can you share with us what it's like being an F1 driver, especially at such a young age?"

I took a moment to gather my thoughts before responding, "Well, Formula 1 is an incredibly challenging and fast-paced sport with high pressure on the drivers and teams. As a driver, you have to be physically and mentally prepared for each race and you have to put up the results if you want to stay. I mean, there are only 20 seats in the entire world and if you’re not performing there is always another driver who will. I think going into it so young was both a blessing and a curse. It definitely put more attention on me as a driver, but at the same time I kind of got a head start.”

Jack nodded in understanding as I spoke. "Yeah, I can imagine the pressure, especially at such a young age. I mean, you're literally racing against some of the best drivers in the world. It must be quite the experience."

I appreciated his understanding, and I was starting to feel more at ease with the conversation. "Absolutely, and it's a constant learning process. But it's also incredibly rewarding when you have those moments of success and achieve your goals."

Evan jumped in, keeping the conversation flowing smoothly. "It's clear that both of you have a deep passion for your respective sports. What are some of the biggest challenges you've faced in your careers so far?"

Jack took a moment to reflect before answering, "One of the biggest challenges in my career has been dealing with injuries. Hockey can be a rough sport, and I've had my fair share of injuries that required a lot of rehab and patience. But it's part of the game, and it's made me stronger both physically and mentally."

I nodded in agreement, "In F1, the physical and mental demands are also immense. The travel schedule, the constant competition, and the pressure to perform can take a toll. Plus, adapting to different tracks and conditions is a unique challenge in itself. And, of course, there's the challenge of dealing with the media and public expectations."

Evan acknowledged our responses, "It's clear that both of your careers come with their own set of challenges, and yet you've managed to rise to the top of your respective sports. What advice would you give to young athletes aspiring to reach the level of success that you've achieved?"

Jack leaned in and said, "I'd say that dedication and hard work are essential. You have to be willing to put in the hours, stay committed to your training, and never give up, no matter how tough it gets. Surround yourself with a supportive team and use setbacks as opportunities to learn and grow."

I added, "I completely agree with Jack. In addition, I'd say it's important to keep a clear vision of your goals and stay focused. Stay true to your passion and love for the sport because that's what will drive you to overcome the challenges. And never forget that setbacks are part of the journey; they make the successes even more rewarding."

Jack nodded in agreement with my response. "That's some great advice, Y/N. Having a clear vision and staying passionate about what you do is crucial in any career, especially in sports."

Evan smiled and continued, "Thank you both for sharing your insights and experiences. It's clear that you're both dedicated and passionate individuals in your respective fields, and your advice is valuable for anyone striving for success. Now, before we wrap up, let's have a little fun. How about a rapid-fire round of questions for each of you?"

Jack and I exchanged amused glances, ready for the challenge. Evan fired off a series of questions, alternating between us.

"Favorite pre-game ritual?"

Jack answered first, "Listening to music that gets me pumped up."

I followed, "Visualizing the entire race, corner by corner, in my mind."

"Favorite post-game or post-race meal?"

Jack grinned, "Pizza, no doubt."

I chuckled, "A plate of pasta."

"Most memorable career moment so far?"

Jack's eyes lit up, "Scoring my first NHL goal. It was a dream come true."

I shared, "Winning my first F1 race. It was an unforgettable feeling."

As the rapid-fire questions continued, Jack and I found ourselves sharing more personal insights and even some lighthearted stories. We learned about our favorite travel destinations, hobbies outside of our respective sports, and our sources of inspiration.

The interview had transitioned from a professional exchange to a more relaxed and friendly conversation. Jack's charismatic and easygoing personality made it easy to connect, and I found myself genuinely enjoying our interaction. We even exchanged a few friendly jokes along the way, creating a comfortable atmosphere in the studio.

Evan, our host, couldn't help but smile as he witnessed the chemistry between us. "It's clear that you two are getting along great."

Jack nodded with a playful grin, "Yeah! Maybe we'll see Y/N at a hockey game one day."

I laughed, "Well, my media manager told me you’re attending the Canadian Grand Prix this weekend. Maybe I will see you in the Ferrari garage."

Jack chuckled, "I'll be sure to swing by the Ferrari garage and show some support. Maybe you can give me a crash course in F1"

I grinned at the idea. "Deal! And I'll make sure to catch a New Jersey Devils game when the opportunity arises. Maybe you can teach me a thing or two about hockey."

The interview wrapped up and Jack and I exchanged one last friendly smile.

"It was a pleasure, Jack. I’ll see you at the Grand Prix this weekend, I’ll be the one in red" I joked as we said goodbye.

Jack chuckled, "I'm looking forward to it. And if you ever want to catch a hockey game, just give me a call."

I chuckled, "I might just take you up on that offer. Best of luck with your season, Jack."

Jack flashed a warm smile as he nodded. "You too, Y/N. Good luck this weekend."

We both exchanged contact information and made plans to meet up during the Grand Prix this weekend. It was unexpected, but I had enjoyed our conversation, and I was genuinely looking forward to seeing Jack again. 

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[box-dwelling]

So I saw this post talking about how grace is the most tied to Nibbly which makes sense. She hungers for power, sex, food metaphors with dirty girl soup, which said post already discussed. But also Nibbly is kind of the most prominent one in the summoning scene other than wiggly which would make sense if this is Nibblys ending. Especially because grace is consuming the souls of the horny, those who desire sex, those who are hungry for it. Which aligns with Nibblys modus operandi in Honey queen. Those who hunger taste sweeter. Also makes sense as to why Nibbly's apocalypse is basically a happen ending. He has a pretty sweet gig already. Cult of followers, regularly getting fed, he even gets to walk the earth annually. I make sense that he wouldn't want to change hatchetfield that much and he needs to keep some people alive so he keeps getting fed.

So if TGWDLM, BF, and NPMD show Pokey, Wiggly and Nibbly's respective apocalypses then maybe we'll get 2 more musicals for blinky and Tinky.

From what it looks like, the next show in Hatchetfield (which might not be the next Starkid show, I heard they wanted a break) is going to be about Miss Holloway. And who did she explicitly make a deal with? Tinky! So my guess is he's going to be our next apocalypse. Miss Holloway talks explicitly about him in Killer track and also we know there's a ton of time shenanigans going on with her. I'm like 99% certain if they do the Holloway show he's our main villain. They could do a time loop story, that could be fun, or a million other time travel concepts. I think it would be cool if Frank was involved. We know he was friends with Miss Holloway from Daddy and having a toy store owner and collector would be fun as hell to face off against Tinky. I think a Tinky show is also the perfect time to properly address the lore around the split timelines. We have some stuff but we could get more and now would be a great time as presumably the penultimate show.

As for the 5th show, this is understandably more amorphous. But if I'm right we're talking Blinky. I have a few vauge ideas of places it could head. So one is that they could focus on Rose from Killer track. She's a musician so performance is kind of her thing, maybe the band gets big and that deal with celebrity voyerism and spectacle. And hey I'd like to see her more developed. My other theory is linked with his reference in TTTO. So Jack Bauer mentioning "the watcher with a thousand eyes" in that show is an explicit forth wall break. Said watcher is the audience. And that makes me wonder if a Blinky show could lean into that more. Have the audience be Blinky in some way. And of this would presumably be the finale, a forth wall breaking ending could be a good way to bring closure to the fact that this is a split timeline. Or maybe go full TTTO hand have multiple endings the audience gets to choose. Like which ending they want. Maybe one apocalypse does have to happen so the audience gets to choose who's. This is way more speculative though.

As for setting for these two it's complicated. They like to set the shows at a black altar. But there's 5 and all 5 have already been settings. I think either it's completely new or Tinky is CCRP and Blinky is the starlight theatre. It kinda feels like it's stepping on Pokeys toes a bit but they're both more backdrops. I can't see either at the Wayland's (maaaaaybe Tinky because it's where the black book is in NPMD and Miss Holloway obviously uses it but eh) and Hatchetfield high is so clearly the setting for NPMD where as TGWDLM dots about places so much that there doesn't seem to be as definitively a setting. That being said I do think the high school is Blinkys alter and all the others have come through at their alter (Nibbly's being the Wayland's where grace gets the book) so maybe we get another teen show for blinky. But then again Miss Holloway is working at Hatchetfield high too now so maybe her show will be there as well. At the very least I think the finales will be at their set altars. Blinky comes through at the high school and Tinky at the CCRP

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Star Wars Fic Roulette

@dragonrider9905 hey love, so I finished the second request. So this is 29 and 48. I hope you like it.

It turned out more fun than expected.

Love oo,

Get Away

Warning: Betrayal, infidelity, hurt, looking for a fresh start, fluff, angst, gossip, fed up with being gossiped about, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know

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You sat in the cafeteria of Kamino nursing your caf. You really didn’t want to see anyone today, much less do any kind of work. How were you supposed to work, when the man you were supposed to marry just told you, he was in love with someone else. You understood, after all you had been on Kamino for the past seven months working on getting your medical licence. What shocked you however, was when he told you the person he was leaving you for, was none other than your best friend. 

Oh and he also felt it was relevant for you to know they had actually been sleeping together for the past year. So, not only did you lose a best friend, a fiance, but you were being cheated on, while you were with them. While the three of you would hang out. Go to the holovid cinemas, shopping, having lunch or dinner; all the while they were putting on fake smiles, they were betraying you behind your back. 

Word spread around Kamino faster than a gundark looking for its next meal, before you knew it you were being referred to as that medic. The medic with the broken heart, the medic with the cheating fiance, the medic who suffered betrayal from your closest and best friend. How they found out about who your fiance cheated with was beyond you. What you needed however was to get away, to do some real work, be transferred to the front lines. 

So you sat in your supervisor’s office, pleading to be transferred to a Commando unit or a unit that needed a medic. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. You’re emotional, and you could foul up in the field.” Your supervisor who never even cared for a second reiterated for the third time. 

“Excuse me, but you’ve never cared about me, so why now?”

“Listen, it’s not that I don’t care, it’s that I have to be fair.”

“So having me sit day after day as my personal life is being gossiped about and talked about is fine and dandy to you! Why aren’t you concerned that my emotional state right now isn’t affecting my performance! If anything, getting away from the gossip will ease my mind and heart.” You put all your effort into this speech, you just needed a break. 

She let out a sigh as she eyed you carefully, “Alright. I do know of a unit that could - - somewhat, need a medic. However…” she raised her finger to make a point, “if you foul up, if I get one negative report from the Sergeant in charge, and you’ll be right back here. Understood?”

“Yes. Thank you.” You held your hands together thanking her and the force for actually giving you a break. 

“Alright, I’ll contact the sergeant and send you your orders. They’ll be leaving soon for their mission. I suggest you get your bag ready, and be prepared. They won’t be coming back to Kamino for at least several rotations.”

“How many?”

“Last time it was nearly six months.”

You nodded understanding this wasn’t going to be an easy assignment, you headed to your quarters, packing what you deemed were essentials. It was about three hours later when a knock came at your door. 

You didn’t hesitate to open the door, surprised however to see a clone that had rather long hair and a red bandana tied around his forehead. 

“Can I help you?”

“Sergeant Hunter, Clone Force 99. I understand you’re our new medic.”

You blinked a few times, at his smooth voice. Most clones had a soft and determined tone to their voice, a commanding tone. However, his tone was warm and welcoming.

“Uh… sorry,” you apologized from spacing out, “Yes. I am. Well at least, I think I am. I haven’t received my orders yet.”

“Nope, because they’re here.” He passed you the datapad, “I understand you requested this assignment.”

You looked at the orders, assigning you to Clone Force 99 aka Bad Batch for the foreseeable future until your services were no longer required, you died, or they found someone better. You shook your head at the order and tossed the datapad on to your bed.

“Well guess, I’m with you guys. Nice to meet your sergeant.” You stuck out your hand to shake his. He nodded, shaking your hand. 

“May I ask why you requested it?” He pulled his hand away, he was glad he wore his gloves, he didn’t want you feeling how much his palm was sweating. He never experienced such fluttering feelings in his heart or stomach, just from meeting someone. Maybe he was coming down with something. 

“You mean you haven’t heard gossip that’s all over Kamino?”

Hunter smirked, so you didn’t know why his brothers were special or why they were in a class of their own, “We … my brothers and I aren’t exactly popular with the Regs.”

“Regs?”

“The regular clone troopers.”

You furrowed your brow confused, as you pointed to him, “You’re not a regular clone trooper?”

A smile appeared on his lips as he shook his head, “No. Not at all. We can go into details about that later, what are you doing though?” His eyes focused on the three bags you had packed on your bag.

“Oh, well my supervisor said to pack since when we leave tomorrow, we might not be coming back for a while…” you looked over to your bed and realized how much overpacking you did. “Ah, I overdid it, didn’t I?”

“More than somewhat. The Marauder isn’t a big ship. There is a cargo hold, but that usually carries our weapons, explosives, food rations. We each only have three body suits which we rotate, wash and mend ourselves. You may be able to bring two of those cases, but not more than that. And I would say two is stretching it.”

You turned back to look at the cases, “Well one of them is actually food, spices, and snacks. The second one is medical stuff, gauzes, medicine, surgical stuff, scanners, etc., and the last one is just personal stuff.”

“Hmm” Hunter tilted his head to read what was written on your personal pack, “You’re the stars to my galaxy, without you there is no light. Is that a message from your family?”

Your eyes focused on the scrawl that was on your bag, and you laughed, “No. That … that was my youngest cousin who wanted to leave me a memento of herself. It’s a line from her favourite song.”

He couldn’t help but smile at that, he liked it. ‘You’re the stars to my galaxy, without you there is no light,’ it somehow held a special and deeper message for him, yet he wasn’t sure why. 

“I like it.” He cleared his throat, focusing back on your bright and beautiful eyes. Somehow, that sentence made more sense as he looked into them, “Since it’s food and medical supplies. We’ll find room for it. Just don’t let Wrecker know about the food, it might dwindle faster than you anticipated.” He chuckled. 

“Who’s Wrecker?” You asked a little confused. 

“Oh you’ll meet them later today. Once you’re done here, join us in the cafeteria for a late dinner. We’ll be there at 1930 hours.”

You glanced at your watch and nodded, “1930 hours, I look forward to it, Sergeant.”

“Hunter”

“Hmmm?”

“No one calls me, Sergeant. Not unless they’re in trouble. Just call me Hunter.”

“Oh, okay. In that case, just call me by my name too.”

“Alright, mesh’la. I’ll do that. See you tonight.”

He waved and headed to his barracks, his cheeks blushing from the slip of calling you mesh’la, hopefully you didn’t realize it meant beautiful. 

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[fyloe]

My CoTL AU (Mostly backstory)

BLOOD TW & Yap session warning.

[I've simplified it as much as possible and included little pictures for those with short attention spans.]

This is begins before the slaughter of the lambs and the universe's rules are slightly tweaked, just a twinge... A wee bit. (I only say this because I either can't remember or don't know everything about the game).

It all starts with a little lamb named Marrei who's living in Anura with her parents. Her mother is pregnant/expecting soon and her father works from sunrise to sunset, food is scarce and they all risk starving.

Her mother continuously tries to give her portions to her frail and weak daughter (Marrei) only for her husband to stop her and force her to eat, sometimes he doesn't succeed and instead he gives her his portions to eat.

Marrei's father eventually dies of starvation and the pair (trio including unborn child) continue to eat whatever they can get from scraps, without her father around her mother continues to give Marrei all the food.

One day her mother leaves and does not come back.

Marrei waits inside that house for a week, almost weeks, before she exits. She finds her mothers corpse, her mother had left to die next to where her father lay. He wasn't buried, used instead for compost.

(I didn't add much detail cause I'm lazy.)

It had been so long that her parents were thoroughly picked apart by birds.

So Marrei, in her little mind, was like "hey, don't baby lamb skulls make me live a long time or something?" So, she took her brother's (congrats, it was a boy) skull and brought it with her.

She just picked a random direction and walked, and walked, and walked... she just kept walking with no goal in mind.

For days.

For weeks.

Longer than she spent alone in her house, just ratting whatever berries or pumpkins she finds. She is kicked from many farms. She grows.

Eventually she happens upon a temple.

(This is where shit gets blurry as I have only got the back bones laid out, some areas have excessive minor detail whilst areas like this do not. Marrei could've gotten caught by guards or just knocked on the door, either way she ends up getting indoctrinated into Heket's cult.)

Marrei undergoes the world's loooooongest training montage to level up from beta noob to level 99 Mafia boss and through the power of toxic Yuri she becomes the consort of Heket and they are gay for each other for a couple thousand years (she gets an official immortality necklace from her shawty).

She basically becomes the words most humblest spoiled brat, getting gifts she didn't ask for all while continuing to be a nice soft person.

(Marrei looooves gold.)

(These are the years she develops relationships with the bishops that come up after they become followers + other secrets that you only get if you stick around.)

Then it happened.

Marrei didn't know much about Narinder as he had only sought her out once and once alone.

She had unknowingly given Narinder a little push, fed the thoughts festering in the back of his mind, yet was completely taken by surprise at the news of his (albeit failed) usurpment attempt.

Marrei spends a while in depression, having lost someone she considered close even though they had spoken once (she's just nice like that) and everybody else she cared about (Leshy/Heket) was badly injured.

She was then promptly kicked out without warning or reason and banished from Anura by Heket.

In a panic, she finds her way into Darkwood as it's the only other place she knows.

This is essentially a period of inactivity, things happen but nothing too serious to write about.

Well, there's one thing....

But, that's a secret.

Marrei gets kicked out of Darkwood as well and then she decides it's time to just start walking again.

So she does.

She walks and walks.

Eventually, she ends up at the clearing Ratau shows the player and attempts to set up camp.

Alas, she's jack shit at anything but sitting there and looking pretty so she struggles for a long time before meeting Ratau.

He helps her get set up and teaches her how to be an independent woman/is like her father because shes a fatherless idiot and Ratau isn't old enough to be a wrinkly old ballsack yet as he just got fucked over and fired from vessel duty.

You guys will never guess what happens next lmao

Marrei lays an egg!

*air horn sound effect*

(No, it's not Ratau's wtf...)

So yeah, that thing hatches and she doesn't know what to do. Marrei is a horrid mother and she cries all the time, she cries a lot. She is stupid, stupid woman. She is too busy living in the past and missing her shawty.

Ratau smacks her on the head with his stick a couple times... A lot of times.

Fun fact: The Lamb literally doesn't have a name, at all. Everybody just calls them Lamb, or The Lamb, or Leader.

This is because Marrei just... never named them.

Probably doing mushrooms or something lmao

Marrei pulls on her big girl pants and gets her shit together eventually because she actually gives a shit about her kid, she's just a loser who has no idea what the fuck she's doing and didn't expect bro to pop out...

The Lamb grows up to have a close bond with Marrei and Ratau who occasionally visit like a grandpa.

When Lamb turns 18 they're like "can I finally leave bro, just for a little bit, I've never stepped foot out of this camp"

Marrei is like "FUCK NO!"

And Ratau is like "bro, chillax..."

So she sighs and allows them out.

Only for Lamb to immediately get lost and be captured before being put to slaughter as 'The Last Lamb".

Lamb meets The One Who Waits and Narinder is like "lmao why u kinda godly or sum shit" and Lamb is like "brother what... Can I just die or go home like damn" and Nari like "shit calm down rude ass"

So Lamb returns home to a worried sick Marrei sobbing in Ratau's arms as the red crown's vessel.

The game mostly continues like normal, the bishops don't know the lamb is related to them and neither does the lamb.

Except after the slaughter of Leshy, Marrei distances herself from her child and then right after Lamb defeats Heket's final mini boss Marrei finally cracks and tells the Lamb everything.

Who their other mother is (don't worry how it happened, it's magic), That their half god/frog, Her upbringing, just... Everything.

(This is old art, I just thought it was fitting lmao)

Lamb does the equivalent of saving and exiting the game, leaving the cult and going fishing or working on Sozo's quests or something.

Lamb continues their crusade through Anura in which you can get a new dialogue option with Heket where she (not by name) mentions/refers to Marrei, saying the Lamb reminds her of someone she once knew. She remarks on the familiarity of his bracelets they wear as similar to ones she had given to Marrei. (As Marrei had regifted it to the Lamb.)

While the Lamb is out they end Heket without informing her of anything, that Marrei is alive or of their relation.

Once again, the game pretty much continues as normal until the bishop's revival. (Besides the fact of Narinder being a smarty pants and figuring out that Lamb was related to him and being a pissy bitch about it, yapping about the irony of his siblings unknowingly losing to someone who's their blood--things coming full circle.)

There's very minor plot that happens after the game's technical end besides Marrei getting her closure and becoming a toxic old Yuri couple with her shawty, having another kid, Leshy being a fucking goober and getting into a throuple, and Narinder trying to be a not dog shit uncle...

So yeah, that's all!

I'm probably gonna remember a shit ton of lore later and be super angry like "stupid little fucking brain fuck you!" but like this post has been deleted more than four times and I've had to redo it so this so what you get have fun

This post is dedicated to @owl-lady-lover, thank you for asking about my lore! :3>

[wingfril]

My newest shipment just arrived so let’s talk about some (recent) lottery-only items! The picture above is from the most recent d.grayman playing card drawing, which you could’ve entered by subbing to zebrack comics.

They’re really pretty! I don’t know if it was worth $350 dollars though. There’s only 2 types of illustrations plus the card back and spades,

Funny thing about the prices — I’m pretty sure I’m the reason why the floor for this is 350 on mercari. When the drawing results come out, several people started selling the cards on mercari. I knew I wanted something that’s super exclusive like this, so I started paying attention. There were three sellers in particular competition against each other. over a span of around 2-3 days, the price dropped from ~100k yen down to 59k yen. Keep in mind that these drops were mostly happening while I was asleep being on the east coast. My ideal price would’ve been around 200 usd or ~30k yen, but I’m willing to pay more. Right before going to bed, I saw that the price has fallen to below 60k, and said screw it. Next morning, I woke up, and the main price competitor’s cards were also sold, and a few days later the third person, with a slightly higher price, also ended up selling. Since the price decreases happen primarily while I was asleep, and I knew that as soon as one sells, the other is going to get bought up too, might as well pay a little extra. I’m also 99% sure that at least 2/3 of the other sets on mercari was bought by chinese people, since I see their posts on chinese social media.

To be honest though, if I knew that there’s only two new drawings on these cards, I probably would’ve waited a bit longer before buying them. Oh well.

The other lottery item I had is from the vol 28 drawing.

They’re B5 sized manuscript replicas. They’re stunning — you can see so many details on these. Every stroke on neah/mana’s hair is clear as day. I’d like to frame them but *screams in nyc and paper walls*.

The other drawing item is a acrylic board of the vol 28 cover.

I’m still debating on buying that off of mercari. I think I will once the yen drops a little more, but we’ll see. I wouldn’t lose sleep over not getting it.

As a side note unrelated to dgm: the reason why I’m buying so much recently is 1. I realized that a few thousand literally makes no difference to me and my house owning goals (I LOVE NYC) and 2. The yen is incredibly cheap right now. Even though some Japanese collectors are price gauging, some of the items are not too much more expense than their originals price (there’s a few absurd outliers, which I’ll covered in two months… because I paid for some of the outliers and now they have to be shipped from China).

The Japanese fed has spent billions on trying to stabilize the currency, but to no avail. it’s really bad for any Japanese companies doing import, but it’s really really good for usd based consumers. As long as the US federal reserve and their interest rate remains high (and a bunch of other factors), yen is going to continue getting crushed against the dollar. There’s some items I’m eyeing on that I’ll probably only buy if the yen drops to at least 1:160 against the dollar. If you zoom into the last month of usd:yen, you can literally see when the Japanese fed intervened.

[princesscolumbia]

The Locked Tomb Thoughts

So something occurred to me as I was scrolling my timeline and seeing fanart for The Locked Tomb scroll up my dash; New Roh and all the non-Empire human occupied planets are REALLY FREAKIN' ADVANCED as colony worlds go. Here we have the Empire which has actually stagnated, if not flat out reverted in a LOT of its developmental levels (specifically tech, but also governance, industry, most sciences, etc.) and some parts of the Empire have shortages on things that a supposedly advanced spacefaring civilization should just...have. Why the fuck are the Nine Houses using flimsy? That shit is hard to use and expensive to make and the production is torture on any environment and NOT RENEWABLE when you just gotta plant a few bamboo shoots in a field somewhere and next year you have more fuckin' bamboo than you can ever use so you cut a bunch of it down and pulp it and make friggin paper. The only thing you have to really worry about as far as the renewable-ness of the resource is keeping the soil fed...and if the Empire has LOTS of anything, it's corpses to turn into fertilizer. (Morbid, but true)

And yet, New Roh, before becoming a literal hellscape when Varun shows up, has so much infrastructure to spare that it becomes a refuge world when the Empire sends its walking WMDs called Lyctors after BoE.

Here's The Ninth House struggling to feed its people even though it's one of the most important houses in the system and meanwhile there's this "backwater" planet called New Roh that only starts to struggle to feed people when it takes on the escaped population of a DOZEN or so other planets.

New Roh had new construction, full industry, functioning space ports, agriculture, school systems, fast food, private and public transit...the Sixth House was having problems making babies.

This, more and more, makes me question the accuracy of Jod's account of Earth's final days in NtN, because a bunch of rich twats piling onto some custom space yachts with plans to just leave behind the most productive 99% managing to escape by the skin of their teeth and magically make not one but DOZENS of colony worlds that all become self-sustaining with rich, diverse cultures, multiple languages, healthy and robust economies, weapons manufacturers, black markets, etc.?

I don't care that it's been more than 10k years. If the ships that launched really only carried with them the likes of Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos and the people that they decided would be good for shining their shoes, then that colony would have crashed and burned HARD before the first 10 years was up, forget the next 9,990.

[paintedkinzy-88]

Apologies if this get too rambly (with a crossover between two of my favorite fandoms how could it not XD) but imagine all of the new situations the apple twins being around the disaster twins could create... I'm mainly thinking about what it would be like after Donnie makes his own wings

We know that Dream is disappointed that he doesn't have wings of his own (like Leo) in the FED au at least, so once he sees that Donnie can make the wings he would probably beg him to make some for himself

But I think this could lead to a few different situations, either Dream also doesn't realize that Leo also wants wings or he does, with his ability to sense Leo's emotions (assuming that applies here lol) he would probably realize what he wants and get Donnie to make both of them wings : D

Or, maybe he doesn't realize and only asks Donnie to make the wings for himself, in which case both Leo and Nightmare would be left without wings while their brothers are able to fly off without them... I love the potential interactions between Donnie and Nightmare but what would happen if Leo and Nightmare are the only ones left without wings? Or even if he asks for the wings to be made for himself and Leo but not Nightmare? 👀 (Possibly leading him to feel more outcast and becoming corrupted?)

INTRIGUING. I AM INTRIGUED.

That’s such a slippery slope of a situation, mostly due to who actually WANTS to fly. Dream does, absolutely, and obviously Leo. Donnie wants to defy God itself and his own genetics, that’s 99% of why he made wings. Meanwhile, Nightmare has no desire at all. The ground is nice, thank you. If anything, he’s learning that swimming is pretty neat, thanks to Leo. (It’s not as nice to Dream, feels weird with his fur).

BUT. Bro definitely has some abandonment issues. If all of the others could fly, including his brother, he’d likely feel left out. But if it was Leo and him that couldn’t fly, and Dream was too focused on new people and new friends and new wings to realize Leo’s inner turmoil, Nightmare definitely has.

He may not be a huge fan of Donnie, but he does like Leo. He’s teaching NM to swim. He has a lot of patience with NM, especially with his social anxiety and fear of new people. He’s actually very kind and considerate, knowing exactly what people need or feel without having the same emotional abilities the Apple Twins have! Even if he tries to cover up his softer sides with self confidence and annoying jokes, Nightmare would probably be the first to ever see right through that, talk to him about it, and get to hang out with a more real ass version of Leo.

Heck, bro probably has brought him on his portal flight runs before. Cuz Nightmare’s the only one who really understands that feeling of being left behind. Might as well show off this trick to someone that’ll fully understand the value of it and the complexities of performing it in the first place.

So yeah, he’s not a fan of Donnie. But he’d absolutely ask Dee to make Leo AND him a set of wings, so Leo can have his dream without having to expose himself to his brothers before he’s quite ready…

[lude-n-lascivious]

The Mac and Cheese Journey

Let me start out this post by giving a little history lesson about Kraft mac and cheese. Let me quote this article from CNN in 2016:

Kraft Changed Its Mac & Cheese Recipe and Nobody Noticed

by David Goldman   @DavidGoldmanCNN

March 8, 2016: 10:00 AM ET

Notice anything different about your mac & cheese lately?

No? Don't worry, nobody else did either.

Kraft Heinz removed artificial preservatives, flavors and dyes from its mac & cheese recipe in December. To keep its yellow-orange glow, Kraft swapped out artificial food colors, including yellow 5 and yellow 6, for natural spices like paprika, annatto and turmeric.

The new mac & cheese also doesn't use artificial preservatives. (It maintains the natural preservatives, however, including 720 mg of sodium per serving -- 1,710 mg per box, which is 72% of your daily recommended salt intake.)

The company has sold more than 50 million boxes of the new mac & cheese so far.

Kraft launched a marketing campaign Monday, starring former "Daily Show" and "Late Late Show" host Craig Kilborn. The company is calling it "the world's largest blind taste test."

"As we considered changing the ingredients of our classic Blue Box, we did so knowing we had to maintain our iconic look, taste and texture," said Greg Guidotti, Kraft Heinz's vice president of meals, in a statement. "We'd invite Americans to try our new recipe, but they most likely already have."

I'm sorry, I noticed. I noticed immediately when my noodles started taking more than 7 minutes to cook. Then, the mac acquired a smell to it that I can only describe as urine-esque. Then Kraft ripped my heart out, put turmeric on it to make it yellow, and fed it back to me. I don't eat mac and cheese to be healthy. I eat it because I like cheesey noodles and I'm too lazy or tired to cook something real. Give me the fake everything. Cancer mac, my beloved. So I now present to you, my journey to find a store brand mac and cheese that might taste like my sweet sweet mesothelioma powdered cheddar goodness. First, since it's been a couple of years, I decided to get Kraft one last chance.

5/10 Stars. Turmeric does not belong in mac and cheese. Still smells like urine. You broke my heart Fredo. (I wish this was Alfredo so I could make a better joke.)

Next is Kroger Brand Mac

I was definitely apprehensive as it is "all-natural" too. What's so natural about mac and cheese any way? The cheese is friggin' powder. 2/10 Stars - Noodles took nearly 10 minutes to cook and the mix smells so weird I thought I was going to die.

Next, because it was next to the Kroger brand, I said "What the hell - Cheetos Mac is going into the cart too."

6/10 - It's better than Kraft and tastes like Kraft Easy Mac in 2005. But the noodles taste like hamburger helper noodles. The more you eat it, the more gross it gets. I felt sick afterward. Costs almost $4 a box.

I get the majority of my groceries at Food Lion, this store is sprinkled across the south and their store brand items are usually very very good.

7/10 - Better than all the other ones so far - but mostly just Okay. The cheese has a red tint to it which is kind of off-putting. I wouldn't seek it out.

Finally, we have our winner:

10/10 - Tastes like Kraft used to taste before they went cuckoo bananas and broke my heart. Publix, you are amazing. This only costs 99 cents. I've missed this taste so much in the last seven years, I've eaten about 3-4 boxes of the Publix brand in the past week.

Thank you for taking this journey with me.

I did the hard work so now you don't have to.

[calliemity]

HEY!!!!! this post is outdated!!!! check out this post here for an updated post on orin scrivello's head!

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content warning: very very mild special effects gore(?) i have no idea if this could be upsetting to some, the stuff shown is 99% free of blood, not super high quality, and also very clearly fake. im putting this warning here just in case!

hi! so my full set of the little shop of horrors topps bubblegum cards just got here (long name i know). i bought them partially as an early birthday present for myself, but also because the cards include a very interesting piece of info/trivia that ive become completely obsessed with. take a look at this:

this is a picture of the card that i took! its the scene where seymour is feeding pieces of orin to twoey, but as you can see, he's holding his head. hes Holding Orin's Severed Head. hoooooly shit, right??? you can see his face is frozen with that goofy grin and everything, its so cool!!!!! im gonna go into more detail about it under the cut, its a big ol ramble so fair warning

so, if youve seen the movie you probably know that (unfortunately) there isn't any part where you see this head. thats because it was a prop that ended up being totally scrapped from the scene! im still actively gathering information, but from what i can piece together from older drafts of the script along with the workprint, the original plan was to show orin's head (big, stupid grin and all) being fed to audrey II

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this concept was, at the very least, held onto long enough for a prop replica of steve martin's/orin scrivello's head and face to be fully created. however, as seen in the workprint of the movie, all footage of the head shows only the back of it, with zero glimpse of its face.

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(Video description: a low quality, slightly green tinted video depicting a deleted scene from Little Shop of Horrors (1986) where Seymour is feeding the decapitated head of the dentist, Orin Scrivello, to the plant. The video starts with a man in glasses reaching into a garbage can and pulling out a black-haired decapitated head, holding it upside-down by the fabric on its neck. The head is faced away from the camera, so only the back of its hair is visible. There are vines flailing in the foreground of the shot. The video cuts to a shot of the plant puppet laughing silently. The video cuts again to a shot of the man slowly shuffling forward while holding the head in front and away from himself. The plant is seen on the left side, still laughing and flailing its vines. Throughout the video, there are brief flashes of light that resemble lightning. There is also a time counter in the bottom left corner of the video, which shows minutes-seconds-milliseconds. The counter starts at 06:10:09, and the video ends with it at 06:18:10. The video's audio only consists of thunder noises and an unidentifiable sound that resembles chewing noises.)

and as we know, in the final version of the movie there arent any severed head props to be seen, meaning it got entirely left on the cutting room floor. i havent been able to find any written info about it so far, so i cant tell you the exact reason why it ended up being scrapped. my personal guesses are that it was considered too scary or dark, test audiences reacted badly to it, and/or the head wasnt considered convincing enough to be included.

in a previous version of this post, i stated that i believed there was only 1 existing photo of the head's face, that being the one on the trading card. im happy to report that i was incorrect, as ive now found a Second Image!!!! this one is from a slightly different angle, and its much higher quality than the previous image, allowing us to see more detail on the prop itself!! here, take a look:

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for one, i gotta express how EXCITED i was to find this!!!! this new photo allows us to see that the prop itself has quite a bit of detail to it! you can see the creases in its face, not just around the mouth but the eyes and forehead as well! the whole face is impressively realistic, i would say the eyes (or at least the eye thats visible) is a bit uncanny, but every else looks so so good!! there also appears to be some blood stains on the shirt collar and neck, and even more blood stains on the fabric that seymour is holding. something like this was definitely made with a lot of attention to detail and a lot of skill, which makes it even more gutwrenching that it got left completely cut out. im really happy that we have another photo of it, though!!

i'll update this post as needed, once/if i find anything else that relates to this (admittedly very very niche) topic. if youve read the whole thing, thank you!! i really really appreciate it, i hope you found all this as interesting as i did!!!

[celandinee]

. °0 . Mr. Big League!

IN WHICH…

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ revisiting your old high school means running into the boy who made it to the big leagues, the boy who had totally captured your heart.

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word count - 1.2 k

warnings - swearing

notes - i’m so delirious and tired. pls don’t mind any mistakes 🥹 also i ❤️ mei with my whole heart

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It had been 4 years since you graduated from Inashiro Industrial, 4 years since you left West Tokyo to further whatever dream you had when you were a third-year. Now here you were, stepping back into your old high school after all of this time. Revisiting all of your old memories.

After visiting the teachers you missed and wandering the winding hallways, your heavy eyes and constant yawning urged you to grab some coffee. Thus, you found yourself at the steps of a cute cafe.

The bell hanging on the door chimed as you entered and the smell of coffee and baked goods hit you all at once. You glanced around the quaint cafe. There weren’t many people, save for one or two seated by the window overlooking the street outside, or the person reading a book by the fireplace. Plants hung from the ceiling, the brick walls littered with framed paintings— it was charming.

“Hey there, what can I get you?” a kind voice pulled you out of your thoughts; the owner of this voice being the worker behind the counter. She had an easy-going smile on her face as she waited for your order.

You realized you hadn’t even thought of your order prior to walking in. So, quickly scanning the menu on the wall, you gave the worker your order.

She tapped the screen in front of her before giving you the total and asking for a name, to which you handed your credit card over and answered.

“That will be right out,” she handed it back with a big smile.

Strolling over to the tables, you sat yourself down and tried to distract yourself with anything in view. Your gaze drifted from the elaborate drawings on the wall, which ranged from abstract to contemporary, all different yet captivating in their own way.

Being back in the city made you realize just how much time had passed since high school. Your time with the Inashiro baseball team as their manager was one that you cherished, and missed quite a lot. Spending your days out on the grounds, picking up loose baseballs and organizing scoresheets, your schedule was constantly busy. You missed the craziness of rounding up the boys and making sure they ate the snacks you and the girls prepared.

College life had hit you hard, the change of pace totally taking you by surprise. Yes, babysitting a team of high school baseball players was a grueling, time-consuming job— but college was an entirely different story. The load of work was laughable, and the deadlines were unbelievable. You could barely find the time to go out to parties, or any type of social event, with the amount of studying you had.

“Fancy seeing you here, manager.”

That voice was far too familiar. Whipping your head around and glaring up, you found yourself face to face with Narumiya Mei. The ace of Inashiro’s baseball team when you were a manager. The kid who was 99% of the time the cause of your problems in high school.

“If it isn’t Mr. Big League,” you hummed.

After graduation, Narumiya had landed a spot with the Yomiuri Giants as a pitcher in the professional league. Narumiya’s dream came true, and the team couldn’t have been happier. You think back on when you had first found out.

He had announced the news to the whole team during dinner with his mouth stuffed with rice you had nearly force fed him. The pause after he spoke was deafening, until everyone rose with shouts and cheers.

“No way Narumiya-san!”

“Can you get us free tickets to the games?”

“Great, now his ego will be to the moon.”

Of course, you were happy for him. Ecstatic even, but it made you realize that your futures would be so different after graduation.

After finishing up dinner, you ended up having Narumiya walk you to your dorm, not wanting to walk alone this late at night. Shoulder to shoulder, the two of you walked in silence down the pathway with the night breeze carrying you along.

Your relationship with the pitcher was difficult to put into words. He pissed you off significantly with his constant chirping and egotistical personality. Yet, his presence calmed you in moments like this when it felt like the star-speckled sky watched over the two of you, the moon lighting your path and the gentle brushing of your shoulders keeping you awake.

The both of you were able to forget that the pros waited for Narumiya, and college waited for you. Your lives would soon branch off from Inashiro and you would be on your separate ways.

But right now, it was only you two and the gravel pathway that crunched beneath your feet. It was the moon that had watched this scene play out many times— You and Narumiya sharing fond glances as he returned you back to your doorstep, hesitance in the air when you would turn away to open your door. The urge to speak what should not be spoken, to break whatever trance the two of you fell under every time you were in each other’s company.

“Congratulations, Narumiya-san.”

The screeching of a chair being pulled out pushed away the memory. Narumiya sat across from you at the table, blue eyes bright and cheeks rosy. He looked the same, though his hair looked more untamed and grown out, his blond locks brushing further down his nape and covering his forehead. Mei’s air held the same boyish-charm that had first pulled you in all those years ago.

“I didn’t know you were visiting,” he rested his cheek against his palm, staring at you shamelessly. “You should’ve texted me.”

The pout on his lips made you snort and lean in a hair closer to him.

“Sorry, I thought my message might get lost with all of your fan’s,” the corners of your mouth tugged into a smile. You missed teasing him like this.

You had considered texting him and the others from Inashiro, but you decided against it for whatever reason. Maybe you were nervous Narumiya would mistake your message for some fangirl’s, that he would skim over it with no care.

“Oh please, you’re acting like I forgot who you were. As if I could ever forget your scoldings during dinner,” he lifted his head from his hand and leaned in as well, a toothy grin making its way onto his mouth. He wasn’t wrong— you would smack his head during dinner when he wouldn’t finish his bowls of rice, accompanied with some harsh words.

“Besides, becoming a pro-athlete really hasn’t changed me. I’m as humble as ever!”

A laugh escaped your lips and your cheeks began to ache from smiling. Your face felt warm as you stared back at him, this feeling had long been dormant since you had last been around him. The way your heart beat against your chest made you want to cry. All of your feelings from high school came reeling back as the two of you sat inches apart across the table.

Narumiya held your half-lidded gaze, his head tilted downwards slightly and eyes peering through blond lashes. He was still able to captivate you with ease, much to your distaste. You opened your mouth to utter a word of retaliation when your name was suddenly called.

It was your order.

Standing up and breaking eye contact, you turned away from the seated Mei, ready to grab your order. That was, until a hand grabbed your wrist gently.

“Let’s keep talking,” Narumiya had rose and stared at you with round, puppy-dog eyes, “it’s been awhile.”

How could you reject his plea. No matter how hard you tried to resist, your heart would give in every single time to Narumiya.

[beesmygod]

i fed shelley her new wet food today and she went fucking bonkers. im not pumped about it having rice in it (even tho its like the last ingredient) but i can look at it with my eyes and see its 99% tuna fish from a can. she also liked the kibble well enough but it uses chicken fat to bind as like the 10th ingredient so if i can cut that out for supplement or emergencies only that would be nice

my poor little sickly victorian orphan cats

[jfkonfucius]

GIVE ALL YOUR THOUGHTS ON SEASON 3 HAND EM OVER

THIS IS NOT ALL MY THOUGHTS CUZ ALL MY THOUGHTS ARE HOURS WORTH OF THOUGHTS. PROBABLY. here's some scattered initial thoughts . out of order

- vlad vlad vlad i adore vlad i wish he talked more. he doesn't even name drop the first time we meet the bleacher creatures! I think. I don't even remember when he name drops

- I don't think I'm overestimating it when I say I am the confucius guy. and the confucius guy has been fed very well this season. im SO grateful. I'm obsessed with him. He's cute. He's sometimes a little unexpected. He has about 5/6 minutes worth of angst. He's relatable. He is everything to me

- The Mary twist was hilarious, at first I had mixed feelings about the character being shoved in, but it built up to awesomeness

- It's been rough for Harriet... It's been real rough for her character. Which SUCKS cuz I wanna like her! I don't dislike her but Girl Why

- The writing has def improved since the last season! Hooray! Gives me 1% hope

- The JFK&Abe&Confucius trio is adorable and one of my fav things about this season. "We tried! Yeah yeah We tried!" "C'mon... C'mon...? C'mon... C'mon!"

- Joanfucius cute !! 7.5/10. Better than their s2 relationships (Joanfk/tubfucius)

- Jfabers are winning. And losing also

- Shower scene didn't happen

- I loved JFK's personality arc, his devils & angels, and him being more bisexual than ever. The explanation for the writers to "fix his personality" was genius

- I felt the increased amount of swearing made it so jokes or emotional moments involving swearing didn't hit as hard as they could have. And some sex scenes were dragged on for too long which wasn't useful narrative/comedy wise .. just uncomfortable

- I accept buff confucius into my life

- The new characters from ep 9... erm. I didn't like them much. I don't like the "here's character's love interest that is basically this character but opposite gender!" trope. The part with Mrs. C's cockney accent made me like her more though

- JFK'S DAD CAMEO !! HOORAY !! i wonder where the other dad is though ...

- I appreciated the references to previous seasons !!

- The ending left me in shambles & some actual grief. I loved the last episode, the way it parallels the first season finale, and the emotional drama, but I feel like they can't afford a cliffhanger. I would have liked some closure, as I have barely any faith in the animation+streaming industry and am 99% sure we're heading for cancellation. Boo-womp

- On the topic of ending, I headcanon that if the series does get cancelled, the clones actually get hit by the missile and DIE. I AM MAKING IT WORSE FOR MYSELF

- I LOVE EATING MAGNETS

- I really liked the Christian rock song and the inclusion of Unrehearsed by Abandoned Pools! I wish there were more new songs X( but it ok

- Scud and Mr. B were awesome as usual

- Abe cute

- I'm glad we got more Kahlopatra (Or... "cleda" as the show calls it. I GUESS. I GUESS)

- Frida's dad... emm.. ermm.. ermmm.. 😳😳😳 he so

- The professor from Ep 1 is freaking awesome & has the same voice as mr. peanut butter i think which makes him awesomer

- Hmmm... Magnets

- I was very pleased to see more Front facing scared confucius

- I was also pleased to see him about to jump off a building. you know how it is with the fav characters ^_^

- Not a whole lot of JFKonfucius moments but some screenshot worthy stuff . I went insane when JFK grabbed Confucius by the collar though 😭 why does he do that. why are they like that. i love my boys

- the last shot grabs my heart with a fist and squeezes it It hurts It Hurts it Hurts

ok well if i keep on listing stuff i'll just be talking about everything confucius did so thats enough for now LOL !!! THANKS FOR ASKING . HEART 💚🧬

[overseermartin]

as someone who rotates martin inside their head all day, i for one would Love to hear your thoughts on his traumatic backstory

Ah, a fellow Martin rotator 😌

I'm 99% sure I've posted about this before but I'm too lazy to find it so I'll summarise my thoughts as briefly as I can. Also, a lot of these ideas surface in my fic, through the dark, but most just exist in my brain (though I do plan to write a few oneshots on this).

So, here's my version of Martin's backstory:

Martin was born in a small fishing village near Arran in 1797 as the youngest of three children. His father was a fisherman and spent most of his time out on the sea. He had a difficult birth that left his mother sickly and unable to do much else to earn money other than mending nets and making crab traps etc.

During the Insurrection, his father served in the Morleyan navy but was injured and returned home before the war was lost. His father was once a quiet but stern man, and the war turned him short-tempered and prone to fits of rage. He's left unable to walk unaided and struggles to find work to support his family in a country that doesn't want him.

In those terrible years following the war, famine strikes Morley and Martin's mother doesn't survive it. Martin and his two older siblings, Aoife and Niall, take up small jobs to keep them afloat, neglecting their education.

Martin's father is a wrecked and foul man after the loss of his wife and he spirals into drinking himself into oblivion, throwing blame at the easiest target: young Martin. He berates his youngest son for weakening his wife, for draining what little coin they have to afford medicine for Martin's fickle health and frequent seizures. His father believes him to be a curse on their family.

Morley, post-insurrection, simmers with brewing tension as the Empire stakes their claim. Taxes rise, new restrictions limit the movement and gathering of the working class, and naturally, pockets of resistance begin forming. Martin's father becomes the centre of one such resistance. Angry men who's livelihoods have been ruined by the war gather and plan to strike back at the Imperial soldiers occupying their towns and cities.

Martin is only thirteen when the Imperial soldiers raid their small home, bursting through the door with men shouting and guns pointed. Aoife puts herself between him and a soldier, and as he wriggles through a window and runs, he hears the gunshot.

He doesn't turn back.

Alone, Martin travels to the nearby city of Alba where he sleeps huddled up in alleys and doorways, scrounging and stealing for food. He hears of the Imperial Army recruiting boys from the street, providing the starving and desperate with food and shelter in return for their loyalty, and at age fourteen, he enlists.

He learns a lot from his time in the military. He learns how to fire a gun, how to plan attacks, how to lure out the nationalists hiding in small towns and camps spread out over the southern Morley coast. He's part of a force meant to pick out the rebels and secure the Empire's rule over Morley, betraying his father's beliefs, and turning against his own countrymen. He doesn't believe in what he does, but he finds he doesn't care as long as he is fed and housed and trained.

Martin is a survivor. He's loyal to no one.

At twenty-one, he's offered a large sum of coin to turncoat and kill a commanding officer of the Imperial army by stopping his carriage on a quiet road. He does it, for no other reason than the opportunities that amount of money will afford him. There's no progression for someone of such low social standing as him.

Unfortunately, the carriage carried more than just the officer. He had been travelling with his young family. Martin can't bring himself to hurt his young son and leaves him alive, instead fleeing.

With a price on his head, Martin keeps moving, never staying in one place for long. He makes his money robbing those travelling on the roads, being careful to only take from those who can afford it.

He crosses paths with Daud at this stage of his life and the two engage in a mutually beneficial relationship, taking jobs and splitting the prize. When Daud moves on, Martin meets a gang of smugglers led by a woman named Resa, and knowing how valuable a good partnership can be, he joins them.

He travels with the gang for years, slipping into an on and off relationship with Resa. Their focus begins to drift from smuggling contraband and illegal goods to heretical items and slowly, Resa becomes obsessed. She becomes fixated on acquiring an artefact she believes can bind the Outsider, but requires a sacrifice to do so. She turns on Martin, wounding him, but he gets away and flees.

Feeling that the only safe place he can go to protect himself against Resa's wrath, Martin turns to the Abbey. He slips into their ranks with the intention of it being temporary, but eventually warms to it. He finds sense in the strictures, comfort in the regulated structure of life as an Overseer, and most importantly, recognises a route to power.

Sorry this was so long! I swear I tried to make this brief 😅 I breezed over all the detail, so there's a lot more nuance to these situations than I can go into here, but that's essentially it!

[mal-urameshi]

Courting your honor part two 👀🙏🏾

Chronicles of Mama Okoye and Riri! XIII

Courting with Honor II

A/N: I did some research but shit, I wasn't in depth. So suspend your disbelief for me when it comes to the locations I listed here in Chicago. Thanks.

Riri grinned as she excitedly laced up her University Blue Jordan 1s. She stood up and checked herself out from the back in her mirror. She swung her hips from side to side before giving her butt a light smack, “Damn, I think my butt’s getting big!”

She walked up to her dresser and neatened up her already perfect edges before flashing herself another smile. Her straight-backs were on point, courtesy of her mother, and she smelled extra good too. Riri mumbled along to the rap song that was currently blasting in her room as she linked a gold chain around her neck while bopping her head, “Making all this money on my boss shit! Everything I do I keep a profit!”

“You fly as hell Riri.” She creased a finger over her already manicured eyebrows, “Ain’t nobody can test you. Ain’t nobody can do it like you!” She applied some lipgloss and smacked her lips together while she admired the way her arms looked in her crop top.

“Cash Money Records taking over for the 99’ and the 2000s!”

“Yo! This my song!”

Okoye nibbled on the last of her bread as her cup of tea vibrated across the table, which in turn caused some of the dark liquid to spill out of the cup, due to the sheer force of the music’s bass.

Okoye took up her cup and took a sip from its lip as she walked over to Riri’s room. She pushed open the door and was blessed by Bast herself with the sight of her daughter twerking her heart out in the middle of her bedroom.

“Girl you looks good won’t you back that ass up!” Riri rolled her hips to the beat of the music, completely oblivious to her mother taking in the show.

Okoye placed her cup on Riri’s work table, but the porcelain was on a mission to be bumped off the mahogany top. Okoye quickly remedied this by placing a particularly thick book over it to prevent any unfortunate messes.

She glanced over at her daughter who still hadn’t noticed her, lost in the music and high off of her excitement for the events of the day still to come. Okoye smiled and decided to join in on the fun, she gave a clap and jumped on beat with Riri.

Riri turned around and noticed that her mother joined in on her vibe, which caused her to laugh, “Go Mama! Go Mama! Throw that waist aye! CMB make you drop it like it’s hot! Drop it like it’s hot!” She rushed over to her bed and grabbed a few hundred dollar bills and started making it rain on Okoye, “The nyash is nyashing!”

Mother and Daughter fell over each other in laughter as the song came to its conclusion.

I got a bone to pick! I don’t want you monkey-mouth-

Okoye used her kimoyo beads to pause Riri’s music, “I swear, the neighbours are fed up of you.” She laughed as Riri picked up her money from the floor and put it in her purse.

“They dealt with my ass for 16 years, this ain’t new to them. They know what to expect.” Riri shrugged playfully as she threw her bag over her shoulder.

“Just know that I’ll be the one getting complaints while you are off on your date in the States.”

“C’mon, Ma! It’s almost the middle of the day. Ain’t nobody care about the music. Besides, Kendrick is good for the soul.” 

Riri busted out a little dance in giddiness; she barely slept last night. All she could think about was Chicago. She was so excited she woke up super early, about to get ready but it had completely slipped her mind that timezones existed. 

Riri still didn’t know how she did it, but she managed to convince her mother to allow her to stay just a little over 15 hours in the states for her date with Shuri. Her excuse was that eight hours wasn’t nearly enough to properly immerse herself in the rich culture of Chicago. And although 15 wasn’t enough either, it was at least 7 hours more than she was initially allowed. So Riri was grateful. And 15 hours meant they had to get a very early start. So she and Shuri agreed to leave at 11am and it was almost time to leave!

“Bring back a souvenir for your Umama.” Okoye chimed as she took her cup from under the book and sipped it on her way out. 

Riri trailed behind her, ”Don’t worry Ma! I will! This’ll be like all the times you went out and bought stuff back for me. I’m definitely bringing home pizza and stuff. And snacks! Maybe an “I <3 Chicago T-Shirt’ too, just to be cheesy.” 

Okoye made a face, “Bast, please, no shirts.”

Riri’s beads chimed with a call from Shuri and she quickly answered, “Hey, Riri I’m outside.”

“Okay! I’ma answer the door.” Riri hung up and did a little jump in excitement, “She’s here!”

She ran to the door and opened it before running into Shuri’s arms for a hug, “Hey!”

Shuri pressed a kiss to Riri’s forehead, “Hey!” Shuri then held Riri’s hand and made her do a little spin, “You look really good! Those cargos hug you really nice”

Riri smiled, “Thanks. I wanted to look cute but be practical since we gonna do lotsa walking, you know? I was feeling myself.” She then gave Shuri a once-over, “But look at you!”

Shuri held out her arms and did her own little spin, allowing her orange skirt to dance with her movements, “Oooh! I didn’t flash you did I?” She teased.

“You sure you wearing panties under there, girl?” Riri looked her up and down with a smirk. 

“Ah!” Shuri clutched her imaginary pearls, “I am a decent young lady with honor and class.” She mocked her mother’s tone, which caused Riri to laugh.

Okoye walked outside and gasped, ”Oh my gosh! You girls look so adorable!”

Shuri beamed and Riri blushed.

“Thank you, Okoye.”

“Let me take a picture of you both!” 

Riri and Shuri already knew the drill. It’s been like this ever since they were kids. They hugged each other as Okoye snapped the first picture before switching poses. They both kicked a leg up for the next one.

“I wanna hold you from behind for the next snapshot.” Riri exclaimed as she positioned herself behind Shuri and wrapped her arms around her waist.

“You’re mighty confident that you’d be visible in the frame, Riri.” Shuri teased before placing her hands over Riri’s for the picture.

Riri looked up at Shuri with a smug expression, “Please, I eat confidence for breakfast. You know this.”

Okoye swiped through the pictures, “The both of you are too cute!” She looked up from her kimoyo beads as she walked over to them, “Have a great day, okay?” She hugged and kissed Riri, ”Be safe.”

Riri hugged back Okoye, “Yea Ma! I will.”

Shuri held Riri’s hand as they walked over to the Royal Talon Fighter that was parked a little distance away.

“Can the both of you walk any slower? We’re burning daylight here.” T’Challa mockingly shook his head.

Shuri rolled her eyes, “Shouldn’t you be fawning over your girlfriend right now? It’s my date, not yours.”

“Nakia’s coming with us?” Riri queried.

Shuri silently nodded and then cleared her throat, “‘As much as I love my little sister and her long time best friend turned girlfriend, I’ll be bored watching them have their fun while I chaperone. So I deserve some company too.’” 

“So what I’m hearing is we don’t have to have a helicopter sibling watching over us?” Riri asked as she swung both their arms as they boarded the ship.

“Correct! He’ll be too busy being Goo-goo Gaga to really pay us any mind.”

“Nice!”

Riri greeted Nakia before she took her seat next to Shuri who pulled out two phones, “iPhone or Samsung? We have to blend in, after all.”

“Yo!” Riri excitedly grabbed the iphone out of Shuri’s grasp and quickly scrolled through the features and noted the specs., “I think my great-great-great grandma used this kinda tech. Dang. It’s all clunky and shit. This is really the best Steve could do?” She pressed the phone to her arm and raised it again. “No built-in healing functions or anything?”

Shuri giggled at Riri’s roast and leaned back in her chair.

“So, what are the plans for today?” Riri drummed her fingers on Shuri’s lap in anticipation.

She held her fingers up to her lips, “It’s a secret.”

“Aw, come on! I’ve been nervous all week! The anticipation is killing me!” Riri slumped herself in the chair and crossed her arms.

“Okay, okay. Fine, since you want to be a sad baby about it, we’re going to the DuSable Black History Museum and Education Center. That’s the first venue.”

“Yes! That’s what I’m talking about!” Riri kicked up her feet and relaxed for the rest of the ride while making conversation with Shuri.

Just a little under two hours later, they touched down and arrived in front of the museum. Riri’s eyes sparkled in wonderment as she gaped at the building. Shuri grinned and swiftly snapped a picture of her girlfriend, “First memory procured.”

Riri held Shuri’s hand, “Let’s go inside!”

T’Challa cleared his throat to catch their attention, “Ring me on your cellular devices when you are ready to go to the next venue.”

Both girls nodded and hurried inside.

Nakia looked up at T’Challa, “Aren’t you supposed to be watching them?”

T’Challa lightly shrugged, “Yes, but they can take care of themselves. Shuri only asked me to come so that Mama would say yes. Besides, the Doras are in the area keeping a watchful eye on them. Do not worry, my love.”

“As you wander through these hallowed halls, you’ll encounter exhibits that chronicle the journey of Black pioneers, activists, artists and visionaries who shaped our nation. Discover the extraordinary legacy of Jean Baptiste Point DuSable, a Haitian-born trader who founded Chicago and ignited the flames of freedom.”

Riri listened in enjoyment as the guide talked about each exhibit with enthusiasm, tugging Shuri every which way to get closer looks at the artifacts and any amount of pictures her clunky phone could possibly hold.

“Hey!” Shuri called Riri over and pointed to a picture of a woman on display, “She kinda looks like you!” She read her name., “She went by Judy Harmon.”

Riri grinned,”You think she looks like me? For real?”

Shuri vehemently nodded, “Stand next to the picture so that I can get a photo for you!”

Riri did as was told and chucked her deuces up with a smile.

After the tour was over they both stood outside as Riri excitedly went on tangents about the knowledge that was bestowed on her, “Isn’t that awesome?! The Black Panthers had breakfast programs to feed the people in the communities, healthcare clinics.” She spun around and skipped down the stairs. 

“Man, it’s fucked though what they did to Fred. Like…imagine the waves of change that could have happened had they not run up in his house and offed him like that.” She sucked her teeth and shook her head.

“And Huey. P. Newton! Ugh! He’s such a fricken badass! I want a poster of that shot with his gun on my wall back home! Black Power!” She threw a fist into the air as she jumped down the last of the steps.

Shuri grinned at Riri’s happiness, “I’m so happy you’re enjoying yourself, Riri. I can’t resist patting myself on the back for organizing this. You’re so vibrant!”

Riri patted Shuri’s back for her, “Nah. You outdid yourself and we were only at the first venue! I wanna see more!” She took a deep breath and exhaled, “It feels good being worldly.” She found herself going on another tangent as they walked down the street, “Despite all the suffering and hardships they went through as a people, the Black Americans still persevered. Even though they had their roots…beaten out of them. They managed to create something entirely new for themselves. Nah, I shouldn’t say that. Not everything was stripped of them, because the roots that dem colonizers tried to completely cut out from the Motherland still bleed into their culture in one way or another. The similarities are there. But man, they’re so innovative. I love that for them. They did that shit, man. Their spirit is contagious.”

Shuri silently nodded as Riri ranted. She’s heard Riri’s passions for the Black Americans on numerous occasions but she never tires of it. Riri had admired them to the point of picking up quite a few…or a lot of their ways. Their vernacular being the most prominent. But she never minded it, even though there were those back home who found her quite…peculiar for doing so.

“So what’s next?”

“We can either go to Millenium Park or…”

“You’re gonna show me the Bean?! Let’s go!” 

T’Challa held up the cellphone as Shuri and Riri made funny faces at the camera. Shuri then plucked the phone from her brother and took selfies in their reflection of the sculpture, “Damn we look good!”

“No lies were told. You think we could climb that thing?”

Shuri looked at Riri and then the bean with a smirk, “As much as I’d love to, I’m sure that would be a law we would be breaking. And I’m not trying to get in trouble. I’d never hear the end of it.”

“You right, you right.” Riri agreed before the both broke out into laughter.

Soon enough, they found themselves on the Great Lawn having a picnic.

“How many of my arteries do you think are gonna be clogged by the time we get back home?”

Shuri crossed her legs, “All of them.”

The couple had an assortment of food laid out on their blanket: Deep dish pizza, hotdogs, buttermilk donuts, cinnamon rolls, nuggets and fries. You name it.

“That hotdog looks like it’ll give someone diarrhea.” Shuri side-eyed the bun.

“That’s the thrill of it. Will it? Won’t it? The good news is you’ll be able to go in the Talon Fighter and not those public restrooms," she chuckled and she picked up the hotdog.

“You can get food poisoning by yourself.” Shuri gave her a once over before she grabbed her phone, “But first a video for…documentation purposes!”

Riri looked into the camera and showed off the hotdog, “Welcome back to my channel! Today we’re doing a mukbang. This is called…the bad habit… doggy-style.”

Shuri snorted behind the camera, “The what?”

Riri gave a lopsided smile and shrugged, “I have to make it sound interesting because this crap ain’t a regular hotdog!”

“Okay, okay! Keep going!”

Riri waved around the hotdog, “Today we’re gonna find out if I’m gonna get exploded guts from this bad-boy or if Shuri is just being paranoid.”

Shuri turned the camera on herself, “I don’t think the street vendor washes his hands frequently, but Riri insisted it is part of the American experience. My kimoyo beads are on standby for any projectile vomiting that may ensue.”

The camera was back on Riri and she was now looking nervous.

“You know what on second thought...”

“No, no! You have to eat it! You insisted on buying it.”

“You out here making me rethink!”

“Pussy!! Pussy! Pussy!” Shuri bellowed through her laughs.

“I ain’t no pussy!”

“Eat it! Eat it!”

Riri sighed and bit into the hotdog and chewed a few times, “Bruh it ain’t that bad!”  She bit into it again, “Like…it tastes well seasoned.”

The camera was on Shuri’s face again, “We’re all gathered here today in remembrance of my girlfriend, Riri. She was such a smart girl. But not smart enough to refuse food from filthy-”

Riri grabbed the phone and handed the hotdog to Shuri, “Experience it with me, baby.”

“I will not share a toilet seat with you.”

“Just try it, it’s good! I swear!”

Shuri eyed the hotdog and took a hesitant bite, “Oop- there Shuri goes, the glizzy in her mouth.”

Shuri threw a balled-up napkin at Riri as she laughed.

“Look at you! How does it taste?”

Shuri licked the corner of her mouth, “It is…acceptable.”

“Nah! You liked it! Admit it!”

Shuri rolled her eyes, “Okay. It was tasty.”

Shuri put down the hotdog as Riri killed the camera and tried one of the donuts.

“How is it?”

“Eh, too sweet and…creamy for me.” She handed it over for Shuri to try.

Shuri bit into it and shrugged, “I don’t think it’s that bad, actually.”

“So, where are we going next, Shuri?” Riri crawled over to Shuri to press a kiss to her lips, removing some of the cream that resided there.

“There is a concert here later this evening that I would have liked us to see, but I have somewhere else planned.”

Riri hung her head before making eye contact again, “Are you gonna tell me where it is?”

Shuri smirked, “Nope. That’s the finale! But we can go to Navy Pier!”

Okoye fiddled with her kimoyo beads, “Maybe I should call her to see how she’s going.”

Aneka groaned, “Okoye, leave Riri alone, she’s in good hands. She’s responsible.”

Ayo hummed in agreement, “Yes, yes. You worry too much. Let my niece enjoy herself.”

Okoye pouted,”But it’s just to check in, though.”

“No! What was the phrase? You will be cramping her style. I know if I was on a date, I’d hate it if my mother was calling me while I was trying to have a good time.”

“Yes, but I can’t help but wonder about the danger. What..what if one of those psychopath mass shooters pop up, eh? Bast forbid.” Okoye crossed her arms.

“Yes! Bast forbid! Geez, Okoye. Try to lighten up! You already told her she could go. There are two Doras with her, a War Dog who is also a former Dora and the Black Panther! Riri is fineee!” Aneka pulled a palm down her face.

“Okoye, you’re stressing out my wife, have a heart.” Ayo rubbed Aneka’s shoulder.

Okoye scoffed, “She is stressing herself out.”

“You know what you need? You need to get laid. “ Aneka teased, “Maybe this is like…some sort of pre-empty nest thing.”

“I do not need to do anything.” Okoye sighed, “Fine, maybe I am a little paranoid about Riri’s safety. It’s just that I know she’ll be safe in Wakanda, no matter what. Out there, I am not afforded that same peace of mind. When you have children, maybe then you’ll understand.”

Ayo placed a hand over Okoye’s, “Koko, Riri is like our own child too, and I understand your worry, but she’s responsible and growing up. She may not even want to stay in Wakanda forever. She could very much want to explore the world…which is more likely than not. And that’s okay.”

Okoye sighed, she heard what they were saying. She was hearing them. That didn’t mean she had to like it.

“Alright. I won’t cramp her style.”

“Thank Bast! You’ll see her in..however many hours are left in the day. Use this time to be free!” Aneka threw her arms up, “You’re child-free! Let’s go bar hopping! I’m tired of being cooped up in here.”

Ayo nodded, ”I’m in.”

They both looked at Okoye expectantly, “Alright. Let’s go!”

Riri popped the final three balloons with her darts and received a huge ego boost from Shuri’s cheering, “That was amazing, Riri! Your dexterity is unmatched.”

“I mean, no matter what it is, I’m good with my hands.” She winked at Shuri before the carny handed her the large stuffed black cat she picked out. Riri then turned to Shuri and presented it to her, “For my special girl.”

Shuri hugged the plushie extremely tight, “Ahh! He’s so cute! I shall name him Vibe!”

“You’re too freaking cute! Come here!” Riri hugged Shuri who returned the hug.

Shuri’s phone chimed with a notification and her eyes sparkled.

“Riri, remember that surprise I was telling you about?”

“Yea? Is it time?”

Shuri grinned and nodded, “I’m taking you to a Bull’s game!”

“Shut the heck up! You’re lying!” Riri squealed and jogged on the spot, “Are you being for real?”

“Yes! I know how much you love basketball and are a fan of Michael Jordan. So I had to come through for my girl.”

Riri tried to calm herself down, “Oh my God, Shuri. I love you!”

“Vibe loves you too,” Shuri made a kissy face and pressed the plush to Riri’s cheek, “And by the way, they’re floor seats.” She mentioned smugly.

Riri slapped her chest a few times, ”Don’t do me like this Shuri, my heart can’t take it.” She placed her hands on her knees.

“What are we waiting for? We have a game to get to!”

Shuri went to drop off her things in the Talon Fighter and emerged with two Bulls jerseys with the number ‘23’ emblazoned on them along with two hoodies.

“No way!”

“Yes way!”

“Authentic?” Her eyes bulged as she inspected the material.

“Right off of Jordan’s back himself. You know I’d never give you anything bootleg.”

Riri jumped up and gave Shuri a hug, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!”

“You’re welcome, babygirl.”

She handed over one of her hoodies as well, “It’ll be cold in there. So wear it under your jersey.”

Not needing to be told twice,  Riri threw on the hoodie and Jersey as they were walking inside.

After the game, Riri couldn’t stop talking about it as they were walking out, “Yooo that buzzer beater gave me chills! Lonzo was decent and Derrick really pulled his weight-”

Riri’s mouth hung open “Oh. My. Bast.”

Shuri followed Riri’s gaze at what beheld her. Or rather...who.

“That…Shuri that…that’s…”

“Michael Jordan. Yes.” She smirked as he was held up in conversation with someone.

“Did you know he was gonna be here?”

Shuri just shrugged, “Maybe, maybe not.”

“You think he’d autograph my jersey if I asked him?” She whisper-shouted.

“You won’t know if you don’t ask.”

The couple walked up to the man and Riri cleared her throat and waved at the man when he acknowledged them.

“Hi…Mr Jordan. I’m a really big fan and I don’t wanna seem rude or seem like I’m imposing or bothering you.” She gesticulated and scratched the back of her head, “But I was wondering if you could sign my jersey for me? Please?”

Michael smiled and nodded, “Sure! Do you have a pen?”

“Shit, no. I don’t.”

“I have one!” Shuri handed him a black marker.

Riri spun around and waited for him to sign her shirt. When he was done, she thanked him right before he excused himself.

“Shuri! How did you do that?”

“Do what, Riri?” She folded her lips to contain her laughs.

“Make him appear outta thin air!”

Shuri snickered, “I just did my research. I saw that he was going to attend this game in particular so I just…made it happen. I knew how much you’d have loved this.”

“Loved it? Nah I died and went to heaven or something!” She took Shuri’s hand in hers as she walked out. She pressed her lips to Shuri’s wrist and then hugged her arm,”I really enjoyed today, Shuri.”

Shuri grinned and patted herself on the back, “I’m so happy that you did! I was a little worried that you wouldn’t have liked it for some reason. You can say it was the nerves.”

“Nah! I loved every bit of this!”

They both entered the Royal Talon Fighter where T’Challa, Nakia and the two Doras were already waiting, “Every minute, itty bitty tiny detail of it. You carefully planned out everything and…” She made an exploding gesture.

“My mind is blown! Like for real. I can’t compute right now.” 

Shuri sat down in her seat and Riri took off her shoes to properly cuddle in her lap “I know my ass is gonna sleep good when I get home.” Riri murmured.

Shuri wrapped her arms around Riri and rested her cheek against her forehead, “Same. My body is dead tired. I’m really glad you enjoyed yourself though.”

“Mmm.”

Shuri helped Riri inside with her food and souvenirs she got for her mother, just when Okoye walked into the house.

“Mama? I thought you were asleep?”

Okoye shook her head, ”I went on a night on the town with your Aunties.”

“Oouuu. Did you have fun?”

“Yea, I had fun! I brought back some stuff for you too! As promised.” She scrunched her brows, “It felt really weird spending money. It was kinda ghetto though, not gonna lie.”

Okoye laughed at that, “Indeed it is.”

Shuri gave Riri a hug and kissed goodbye. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

Riri nodded while giving Shuri one last hug, “It was really fun, Shuri.”

“Anytime, Riri. And there for sure will be a next time.” 

Riri waved her off as Okoye locked up behind her.

“I take it your day went well?”

“So good, Mama.” She walked over to her mother and hugged her, “I learned so much and ate so much and I even caught a Bull’s game.” She slightly slurred, the events of the day finally catching up to her.

Okoye pressed a kiss to Riri’s forehead, “I’m happy to hear that, my Pebble. Come, you should go rest.”

Riri held up her arms, “Carry me, please Mama. I’m sooo tired.”

Okoye allowed Riri to wrap her arms around her neck as she hoisted her upwards and walked to her room, “All right. Bedtime.”

“And I ate a probably food poisoned hotdog, but it was so good. I brought home haf. You gotta try it, Ma.”

Okoye laughed out loud at that and affectionately rubbed her child’s cornrows, “Okay, Riri.”

Taggies: @somethingcleaverandwhitty @karimwillia @neptoons1998 @pantherheart

[the-fiction-witch]

I feel like I'm about to cry

Hi everyone, sorry kinda in panic mode right now

Wattpad have without warning decided to remove my book with all the kinktober fics inside.

Luckily! I had already scheduled them on Tumblr for the days they will be posted so I have them backed up but it's still not cool deleting my work with no warning and refusing to allow me to at least archive it.

I was dropped a message and told as of immediately my book would be deleted.

I know I have it backed up but it's still heartbreaking and I'm not paranoid in case I didn't back something up so I have to go through all my planning, and I am now panicking about backing up everything in case they decide to remove any other books (I've had this before they never stop at one) or remove my account again.

I am getting so fed up with this, my books are constantly being reported, having chapters removed, having stories removed, I am trying my best and adhering to all rules and terms as listed on the sight and yet it still continues to happen.

I think what makes me the most upset is firstly the lack of warning, you know this is my work I have put so much blood sweat and tears into these and to just be told yeah they're gone and you can never get them back it's so heartbreaking, Secondly that I don't get to know why.

The kinktober book wasn't even posted yet, it has one chapter that just read coming soon and everything else was scheduled. I don't get to know if the titles were an issue, if the cover was an issue, if the fics themselves were an issue if someone reported the book. I have no idea and I'm not allowed to be told why meaning 100% this will happen again because I don't know what I did wrong.

And I feel like Wattpad is purposely misleading in that case, they don't tell you on purpose so they can remove what they want and not give you a valid reason for removing it.

as it said the loss of work breaks my heart and the fear now in me that any of my work could be removed or even my whole account has filled me with so much anxiety.

I don't like to talk about this because I feel kind of big-headed but I have 1.6K followers on wattpad, over 99 works, and books that have reached over 500k reads and likes.

I know that doesn't make me special, but I still feel like writers of any size deserve an explanation as to why their work is deleted without the possibility of recovery without warning.

I won't pretend to know how Wattpad as a company works that's not my business, but I know my books have brought a lot of people to the platform that may not have come other wise, I know I'm by no means a big person on the platform but I still feel like every writer and every fic should be appreciated for the hard work that goes into them.

All I know is my work is being deleted without warning, without explanation, and I am unable to appeal, complain or even get my work back. All with the risk the last five years of work could all be deleted in two minutes. I understand I do not pay for premium so I suppose that makes me not a priority to them as I am not paying for use of the app and site however I know wattpad and sites like it make money from ads, and I have received so many ads on my own books sometimes they are impossible to read and I have never seen a penny of it so I imagine my nearly 100 books and countless fics have made them some good money.

If you all need me I will be backing up my work and potentially looking for a new home for my work.