#GOT AN I-PEN WHOOO

[hor3nee]

The feminine urge to draw Dad!Sukuna👹

Obv this was just inspired by my other fic because HELLO?? SUKUNA AND HIS BEBE BRAINROTTTT

[jackmanbj]

blondie

summary: you find a piece oh blond hair on jack and wont hear him out

you were walking through the door, you just got out of your last class of day and you were pretty sure jack was down in the basement recording music.

you went downstairs to see what he was working on. you knocked on the studio door “come in” you walked in to find jack at his desk with 5 paper balls rolled up by him and a pen in his hand.

“hi baby, you need anything? food? water?” “no mamas im good, but come sit down with me” “ok.”

you walked over yo to jack and sat on his lap looking down at the paper and started reading “this is really good jack!” “thank you baby” you turned around to give jack a kiss until you noticed there was a blond piece of hair on his shirt.

“jackman thomas fucking harlow” “what did i do..?” you quickly got off his lap picking up the blond hair “whos hair is this?” “baby its yours” “jack. please dont fucking play with me right now, how is it my hair and i have a red wig in? and my natural hair color is black” “baby its yours!” “whats her name? is she white?” “GIRL!” “jackman!” you put the blond hair next to your wig “hhmmm this doesn’t match to me, does it match yo you??” “bab-“ “nope ion wanna hear it, and stop calling me baby, you obviously got some other bitch you be calling baby now i should beat your ass then go beat hers right fucking after cause WHOOO you playin with??”

you started walking to your room pulling out the biggest suitcase your had jack following close on your trail.

“ma what are you doing?!” “you never answered my question!” “what is your question?” “IS SHE WHITE??” “NO BECAUSE THERE IS NO OTHER GIRL!!” “STOP LYING TO ME!”

you opened the suitcase and laid it flat on the bed and made your way to jacks side of the closet “since you wanna cheat on me your living with urban now bitch” “I DID NOT CHEAT ON YOU!” “WHATS HER NAME JACKMAN?!” “THERE IS NO NAME!!”

you starter pulling all jacks clothes out the closet and putting them in the suitcase, leaving them still folded/ on the hanger.

“baby-“ “AHT! shut the fuck up!” “BABY YIUR LAST WIG WAS BLOND! YOU BROUGHT THIS SHIRT WHEN YOU HAD THE WIG ON! YOUR HAIR PROBABLY GOT ON THE WIG!!”

..

“oh. ok” you started humming and putting jack clothes back on the hanger while jack stared at you in disbelief “crazy ass” “you love me though” you blew jack a kiss and he walked over to you kissing you back “you know your getting punished for this later right??” “at least you know whats up if you tried to cheat on me”

[ahedderick]

Argh!

   Whooo.

This morning started off peacefully. It is very cool here overnight. I got up early and took care of dogs and cats, took the chicks outside to their pen, did more ‘infinite’ kitchen cleanup, and then settled in quietly on the sofa with a little iced tea. Once my daughter got up we put the step ladder in the car and set off to town to investigate the Bing cherry tree that a friend emailed me about yesterday. It’s in a small parklet in an awkward space between a two roads and a railroad viaduct.

   We found the tree with no problem - as cherry trees go, it’s massive. 95% of the cherries are way out of reach of a step ladder, but the ones that were on our level were magnificent! She scrambled up into the lower branches; I set up the small step ladder. We picked about 5 pounds/2-ish kg in a short time, and that’s all we really need right now. There was a hardware store right across the road, and we ducked in there to pick up a lighbulb.

   Our next chore was cleaning up the other house after having guests for the weekend. That was substantially less fun than picking cherries, but we did it, and working together is so much nicer than working alone. By the time we got home, I was hot, tired, and ready to take a few minutes rest.

   The Chickens are Out!

K shooed them from behind and I enticed them (handful of cherries!) to follow me back in their run. Once there I checked the coop nestbox for eggs. I found a large black ratsnake instead.

   Sigh.

He was warm, frisky, and difficult for me to get hold of without getting bitten. Their ribs are delicate, so you can’t just grab them. It has to be a gentle scoop - but without getting bitten. Once I had him, K got car keys so we could take him down to Home Farm to release. I I put him anywhere near my house, he’d just be right back at the chicken coop tomorrow. I got carefully in the car, trying to gently maneuver the snake.

Unfortunately

He got his tail down under the seat. They can move backwards very forcefully. He got a grip on something and started trying to ‘rewind’ himself under the seat. There was literally no way to stop him without breaking his ribs.

At this point, I am very out of temper. The car is sitting with the doors open, so he will hopefully LEAVE. I have quite a few other things I must do today, and my patience is GONE.

Mondays, right?

Me: Ok, guys, these cherries are really ripe and we’re going to have to eat as many as possible in the next couple days.

My kids:

[xonemi]

Whooo got an Apple Pen to go with my iPad ^__^

I also had my iPad engraved but it’s my full name instead of online handle.

[masoqueen-official]

🎃 October of paperhat (inktober) 2021 ⭐️

Day 31 - Family

✒️ I did it! I've FULLY completed an Inktober! :DDD 🏅

Here is (late) day 31! 2/2

Well sort of, those last two days were done yesterday and today but it's alright! At least i did 'em haha-

In times past, i did them like this:

Bur obviously that didn't work out, nice memories and style tho :3

I had a couple of ideas for the finale, ranging from aus together and whatnot, then I came up with this nonsense XD it's basically a whole "meet the parent" thing and how Alan dislikes the ship lol (kinda heartbreaking but at least we had that fan service, you know the one, hehehe) there's another reason why he's kinda hesitant but I won't ruin the magic for you guys pfft- it's canonically all okay anyway.

But just look at him, he's like a kid a Christmas "dadddd pleaseee?".

Anyhoo, if you wanna know more about what I'll be working on for now, check the last post!

Here are all the arts tho! ("look at all that gay" (°∀°)b ):

+the front shield/tape holding it together page cuz why the hell not:

And other doodles of Flug being coot :3

Alrighty bye for nowwwww! 💙

Edit: 72 likes?! Woah oh my gosh thank you XD i didn't expect so many people to see this

Edit: 100 LIKESSS AYYY

I'm glad you all love it!

[spideyspeaches]

HOLAAAAAAAA, can you pls write a seggc librarian!tom fic😫😵🤤😩😳😍🤩😖🤪😻

Booked date ↬ t.h

A/N: WHOOO hope this doesn't suck (spoiler: it does <3)

Warnings: none :)

WC: 0.7k

Summary: you meet him in your english class, he meets you in the library.

Masterlist || Taglist

Your life has never once before felt like a shitty romcom as you stood on the laminate flooring of the library of your college, books in hand as you navigate your way through the huge library.

You weren’t keen on studying in the library, you felt the purpose of it was destroyed the moment you put your headphones in, blaring music through the silent room as you ran your hands through the not so neatly written notes of your classes, the smell of book hitting your nose as you try to stay still, coercing your brain into concentrating on the words in front of you.

Yeah, the library wasn’t your first choice to study. It may be silent, but the echoes of music and scent of thousands of unused books was very distracting. Turns out though, the books weren’t as distracting as the sight of the brown haired man sitting on the reception was, his black turtleneck high up to his chin as his fingers akin to a pianist’s fingers typing away on the library server, serving looks to the finest.

In the two years of studying in your university, you could count on your fingers the number of librarians that were fired and hired, all mostly middle aged, all except this one. You knew him from your class in english 102, he was no older than you, one of the silent ones that diligently took notes while sitting in the last bench, and apparently working as the librarian of the, well, school library. You hadn’t talked to him much, but nobody managed to stay in the shadows long before someone or the other babbled their names.

Thomas Stanley Holland, that’s what you had heard his name was, had decent grades despite being dyslexic, not many friends other than his best mate Harrison. You had seen him maybe once or twice roaming aloof in the campus, but nothing more than campus.

Yet he had managed to captivate you, with his glinting brown eyes and a thousand watt smile, his khaki pants and infamous turtleneck that he sometimes graced his presence with. Your heart would stutter a beat everytime you accidently meet eyes, and you swore it was a coincidence that you would sometimes see him smiling just at you. Why would he smile at you? Someone who he’s never held a conversation with?

Snapping from your thoughts, you looked up from the book to see the lights around you dimming, the night sky now a dark navy blue colour instead of the ombre colour it was when you had come in.

You realised then what had snapped you from your work, removing one of the earphones as the cacophonous noise of electronic music reduced from your ear as you saw the vague outline of the said librarian.

"Um, not to intrude but it's getting kind of late." He said awkwardly, shuffling on his foot as he pursed his thin lips. You felt your heart beat faster at the first real conversation you were having with him, twirling the pen in your hand.

"Yeah it is, isn't It?" You chuckled, looking around, "So um, weird question but when do you study?"

"When I'm free." He shrugged, picking up the books around you.

Turning in your chair, you saw him take short strides to reshelve books, shaking your hair from your eyes as you got a good look at his plump ass.

"No offence but I see you here a lot." You said absentmindedly, getting up from your chair to arrange your books on your table, holding them vertically to set them straight.

"It's kind of my work, but I do get time off." He smiles, taking the books from your hand.

"I could help with that." You said, pointing at the pile of unevenly kept books sitting on the table.

"You don't have to-"

"- but I want to." You cut him off, smiling at the way he ducked down to hide his chuckle, "You could think of it as our first date, if you want to of course! No pressure-"

"First date in the library." He chuckled, "sounds like a plan."

Yeah, maybe you were essentially strangers, but you could get to know each other in a dark library with books to keep you company.

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[system21-au]

Can You Keep a Secret?

*****

So, whooo! This has been in my drafts for sooooo long. I promise, I was working on it but whenever I hold the pen, eh, I got nothing but stress so I just let it go. But now, I finished it!

Since Poly got her own shoutout, I will do my own. So cheers for Sour Apple Studios for giving us Horrortale ❤❤❤

Thank you!!!

*****

Undertale by Toby Fox

Error, Fresh @crayonqueen

Horror Sans @sourapplestudios

Poly and Snas @me

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

The First Night - Hilton

[Whooo day 5 of @amonthofwhump ‘s escape week! Shout-out to @thehopelessopus for help when I got stuck. I am... very happy with this one.]

CW: near death experience, noncon drugging, blood mention (once), gun mention, eye whump (unwanted eye drops + eye pain)

[Masterlist]

[ - The Night They Escape - ]

Griffin cradled Hilton’s body in the back seat of the car as they sped towards headquarters.

“It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be fine, just stick with me.”

Hilton wasn’t responding. He hadn’t responded when Griffin had pulled him out of the closet, he hadn’t responded when he picked up him and carried him to the car. He hadn’t responded to the sound of gunfire or flash bang that was denotated around him.

He hadn’t responded to anything since Trevor had used the drops twice in one hour.  

Trevor had been pushing too hard, too far. He demanded more and more, and Hilton was starting to break at the edges. It took longer and longer to wake him, longer still before he was present. The visions took longer, too, like he was having a hard time finding his way back.

Hilton had cried and screamed and fought, but Trevor had held him down. Victoria and Tyler exchanged glances but said nothing. Griffin said nothing. They were all complicit in what happened.  

They all stood by and watched Trevor hold the boy’s eyes open, watched as he dropped in the clear drug in; again. The man had stepped back and grinned, muttered aloud about just injecting it into the boy’s bloodstream as Hilton seized.

This time, there was no sign the vision ever ended. No jolt, no crashing back. His eyes had clouded over and never cleared.

It wasn’t Griffin’s hands that had done it, but it was Griffin’s hands that cut the tape around his wrists. It wasn’t Griffin’s hands that had done it, but it was Griffin’s hands that lifted his limp body from the chair. It wasn’t Griffin’s hands that had done it, but it was Griffin’s hands that placed him back in the pantry he was confined to.

It was Griffin’s hands that had done it.

And it was Griffin’s hands that did this, too.

The second he left the room, he called DIFC. Two hours, and they had their warrants. A liege of Agents were mobilized around the Southern Mantel Hotel not 30 minutes after. Three hours, twenty-seven minutes, and a gunfight later; Griffin got Hilton out.

“Hil, come on. You got to give me something here.” Griffin shook him slightly, trying to get some kind of reaction. His eyes were silted open, but they were glassy and unfocused. His pupils were the size of the iris, no color whatsoever. His breath was even, but it was shallow; heartbeat was slow and heavy.  Griffin didn’t know if he could even hear him.

“Step on the gas, Agent!”

He didn’t think Hilton could hear him, but he could. He heard everything. Wherever he was, he could hear everything.

It was like time was layering over each other, events happening all at the same time. It was like nothing that Hilton had ever experienced. This vision was past blurry, it was past formless and far past overwhelming. It was something altogether new.

Something he was never supposed to experience. No human brain was ever supposed to experience this.

At first, the pain had been unbearable. It was fire burning through his eyes as the veins burnt out like overblown fuses. It was a seizing of his cells that pushed his body of the edge and into the void. Wherever he was, he wasn’t in his body anymore.

The fire had burned through him, and then it had gone cold. It was if when he blinked, he had never opened his eyes. The world was dark and flat, but it was also so, so much more than that. He could still see the scene around him, but it split apart and layered on top of each other.

He saw Griffin storm the room, gun drawn. He saw the way the agents tackled Victoria and put her in cuffs. But at the same time, he saw Griffin storm the room and get shot in the chest, blood spraying out. He saw Griffin storm the room and shoot Victoria in the chest. He saw Trevor enter the room, open the closet, and shoot him as he lay there.

All the different scenes, all the different outcomes played over each other like filters over a recording. They were too much; they were all too much. It was impossible to tell which one was happening in real time.

He saw himself, limp and comatose in Griffin’s arms. He saw the black SUV that they rode in. He saw it turn left, but also turn right at the same time. He saw it be t-boned by another car, and he saw it pull into DIFC’s headquarters’s parking lot.

His body was numb, mind disconnected from the shell that it lived in. Did the car hit them or were they already at headquarters? Hilton couldn’t tell.

Griffin picked lifted him and carried him from the car. And left him in the car. And put him in a wheelchair. And carried him bridal style. And laid him down on the ground. He did all of them, and none of them. Hilton couldn’t tell which way was up or down, stuck floating in some space in between.

Some of them were stronger than others; the ones that were on top. They were to most likely future, the ones that would probably happen. The scenes of Griffin picking him up and carrying him were clearer than the ones where Griffin picked him up and dropped him.

One was getting stronger and stronger. As the moments to it ticked closer, it was sharp and pointed. The other scenes began to fade away, only background noise. It was as close to inevitable as any of his visions would ever get.

He would die.

It was soft and subtle, no final gasp, no twitch or jerk or cry. One breath, no more important than the thousands of others, and it was done. He was gone.

A life filled with pain and crying and begging ended with the slightest flutter of his eyelids. The parting of his lip and the end of his pain. No one would notice the tension in his brow gradually ease until there was nothing left.

No one that is, except Griffin.

It was a fluke. An infinitesimal moment where he glanced down as he hurried with the limp body into the medical bay.

It was the nothing more than the imprint of a dying breath. It was so small; nearly invisible to the naked eye. To any eye but a Marshalls’.

For the first time in his life, he was really, truly thankful for his powers. For the curse of this family name that let him be the one that was there.

A deep, raw, primal protective rage mixed with fear washed over him. He rushed the door, slamming it open with his shoulder.

“He’s dying! Give me the Narcan!” he screamed, instinctively holding Hilton tighter. The nurse jumped, fumbling with handle for the drawer.

“What? We don’t even know if-“ the other agent started, but Griffin didn’t listen. He grabbed the injector pen from the nurse’s outstretched hand and stabbed the needle into Hilton’s thigh.

Come on, come on, come on! No! Come on, Hilton. You’re gonna be fine. You are going to be fine. Come on!

The moments felt like eternity, stretched out as punishment for his inaction and participation. His own personal hell he built himself; forcing him into the terrifying state of unknowing that he had forced Hilton into so many times. The moments he was made to wait in misery were the same moments that he drew from Hilton with the blade. The seconds that Hilton spent lost in the void of time, Griffin spent breathless and pained, tortured by his own self-loathing.

These moments, kneeling on the tile of the medical pay entrance, were his purgatory. They were manifestation of his guilt, weighing heavy in his lungs and on his shoulders. They were the representation of his sins, and they would stay with him long after Hilton’s first breath.

The gasp was the signal that his mission was complete. The sign that he had finally righted his wrong. It was the sign of a new beginning, a fresh start.

The gasp that broke through the silence was the harbinger of the first night.

~

@lonesome--hunter @welcome-to-the-whumpfest @susiequaz12 @redstainedsocks

[justgayangelthingz]

The Parent Trap - Chapter 1

This lovely art piece was done by @sanderssidestrash27 !!! You guys should definitely give them a good compliment for it, I love it!!!

So here's the first chapter, sorry it took so long adjjaajasndj but I really hope you guys like it! Lemme know what you think!!!!! Also lemme know if you wanna be added or removed from the taglist!! (There are probably a lot of editing mistakes sorry bout those!!!!)

They didn't mean to fall in love. It just sort of happened.

Patton James was all alone, perched over the side of the large cruise boat watching the dark waves below him pass by. He thought it was beautiful, the way the waves were able to reflect the bright moon lingering above him in the clouy sky. By day, the view from the boat was absolutely gorgeous. But at night, it was stunning. Awfully hypnotic, even. He kept getting lost in the view, barely able to keep his eyes off of it.

A certain other man was also having trouble keeping his eyes off a rather beautiful view.

Janus Parker was all alone, perched awkwardly a feet away from a particularly quiet sir. He thought the man was beautiful. Golden locks of fluffy hair tucked behind his ears. A flowy, pastel blue button down tucked into pastel yellow pants with thin white vertical stripes. He certainly looked out of place. Every other man on the cruise had black slacks with a black overcoat and a normal button down, or at least something of the sort. Janus himself was dawned on black slacls, a yellow button down and a black overcoat. Janus had noticed the man wearing a white overcoat through small glances at him in the party hall but looking around now he couldn't seem to spot it. And with the cold water coming up the side of the boat in sprays in the chilly breeze all around, the lack of attire seemed to leave the other man rubbing his arms. The flowy material of his shirt couldn't have been much help, either. Still, with the odd sense of fashion and the state the other man was in, Janus thought he was stunning. Hypnotic, even.

Yet there he stood, watching the other man shivering in his shoes. He didn't even know what the man's name was that he had been watching all night. Hell, the man he was watching didn't know Jamie's either, let alone that he had been watching him! Oh boy, any unlucky person to walk by would think he was some creep or something! But he just couldn't being himself to make a move, to walk over and at least say hello. He felt like a coward the way he had been staring from afar all this time. Usually Janus was suave and charming, flirtatious even. But looking at this man, this gorgeous, lovely man, Janus was at a loss for words. No matter how hard he willed his legs to me forward, his feet to just go one after another, he just couldn't do it. He was just so nervous. No, no, scratch that. He wasn't just nervous, no, Janus was scared shitless. Now that was to say the least. This gorgeous man stood only a few feet away from him, shi Bering and alone, yet he was scared shitless.

Janus sighed. If he wasn't going to even try and go up to the man, what was the point of standing around like some creep all night? It's not like he had anything better to do, he was here in the cruise all by himself. But still, he should do something better with his time, at least try to enjoy the few days on the boat. He was sure he could find something to do with himself that didn't involve stalking after some stranger. He lingered for only a minute longer before deciding that it was time to go. But just as he we about to turn and walk off, a small voice cracked through the quiet of the night.

"Are you just going to stand there staring at me while I freeze to death or are you going to offer me that jacket of yours? I mean I'm not getting any younger over here, " the man asked with a smirk. Janus startled at the unexpected question, even more so at how sly the man sounded when he asked it. But would you look at that, despite the obvious open invitation, Janus just stood there like a bumbling idiot. His cheeks were most definitely flushed a dark red and his eyes were blown wide as he continued to stand stiff in his place. When the other didn't hear a response from the flustered man, he turned his head to look over his shoulder and directly into Janus' s eyes.

God. Damn.

If Janus thought this man was gorgeous from a few glances and a side profile, then whooo boy. The man just had a certain look to him. There was a mischievous glint deep in his eyes, in his big, gorgeous blue eyes, that paired nicely with his little smirk. His hair was completely out of his face, giving Janus a full view.Even with only the moonlight to shine upon the other, Janus could tell he was drop dead gorgeous. And with the way Janus looked at the moment, the other thought he just about might drop dead right there. He looked like a fish with his mouth hanging open like that, a bright red fish apparently with his flushed red cheeks.

He shook his head in an attempt to regain his composure. Soon his red cheeks were only slightly tinted pink, along with the tips of his ears. His lips formed into a smirk.

"Where are my manners?" Janus said, walking over to the side of the man. He shrugged his overcoat off of his shoulders and was met with a chilled breeze.

Janus leaned down to the shorter man to place the overcoat on his shoulders, but not before stealing a closer glance into his bright, sky colored eyes. He almost melted the second the piece of attire was layed on him.

"That cold now, are we?" Janus chuckled. He adjusted himself to match the other's position, with his forearms laying on the edge of the boat and leaning forward. He tried his hardest to look cool and charming as he turned his head to look at the other.

"Well, I've been standing out here waiting for this jacket of yours for God knows how long, actually I'm surprised I'm not a popsicle yet, " he laughed. He turned towards Janus, who looked utterly baffled by the man's words.

"But-but you has a jacket inside, in the ballroom, I saw it. I mean not in a creepy way, I mean it's not like I was watching you I was just-I mean yeah technically I was but it's just because you're so awfully cute-no wait I didn't mean to say that! Not that you're not cute because wow you're really cute and where's your jacket?" Janus stumbled , eventually getting out at least something close to comprehensible. He looked everywhere but at the man, who he could hear laughing beside him. When he finally looked over at the amused man, he saw him with one hand covering his beaming grin and the other pointing downwards. Slowly, Janus turned his head and peered over the side of the cruise. And would you look at that, floating right there in the water was the white overcoat. Realization of hit him all at once and busted out laughing.

"You did not throw your jacket overboard just so that I would give you mine," Janus snorted.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Guess we'll never know." The two laughed together for a little while longer before falling into a short quiet.

"Sooooo," the man started, "What's the "J" on this jacket of yours stand for?" Janus looked over to see the other man fiddling with the sewed on letter.

"Janus. Janus Parker," he said. "and who may be the lovely man wearing my jacket? " he inched just slightly closer to the man, trying to look charming as ever.

"Patton. Patton James."

"My, what a lovely name you've got there Patton."

"Thank you, Janus. I got it for my birthday. " The joke left Janus giggling with Patton soon f following the action.

"Handsome and funny. Well, Mr. James, would you care to join me for a bottle of wine?"

"What kind?" Patton asked, ever the tease.

"Only the finest chardonnay."

"It's a date."

"How about we make it a little more than a date?" Janus asked nervously.

"Deal."

That's how it all started, in the side of the Queen Elizabeth the 2 on a rather chilly night. With two secret love birds. With a midnight black jacket on pastel clad shoulders. With a bottle of wine. With a paper and pen. With two signatures. With two "I do's". With a kiss.

They didn't mean to fall in love. It just sort of happened. But you can be certain that it wouldn't be the last time.

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[peppersandcats]

Whooo WorldCon.

Okay. I left home Tuesday, got into Dublin Wednesday, found out we couldn't check in yet, went to a ship museum to kill time, I fell asleep in the hotel lobby before we got our room, and staggered out to meet people for Wednesday dinner after a long nap.

The con started Thursday and that has been pretty much my entire focus except for time carved out for (1) meals, (2) the LOML who is not attending the con, and (3) seeing people who are usually in entirely different countries from me. Usually these overlap some.

I am having a fantastic time and have written one of my pens completely dry; I have 24 handwritten pages of panel notes. I also have way fewer new books than I was worried I might end up with; I am trying to be mindful about that, bluntly, and it seems to be going okay.

I got a Seanan McGuire book and an Alex Wells book signed. The weather has finally stopped being gross. I have so many fantastic new recs and some bubbling ideas. I have met some fantastic people. I am getting up on Dublin time, but appear to be going to sleep on EST, and am really hoping I can fix this soon. And I am glad.

[danaebybee]

Story time!

So almost a month ago I did something really stupid and it resulted in me falling and breaking my radial head in my elbow. Ouch. I've had to have surgery to repair it, and now have a titanium plate in my arm! Whooo! Bionic woman! So now that I am on the mend I can finally start using my right arm and hand again...only both the muscles in my forearm and my wrist are atrophied a little because of having to be immobilized for three weeks so the bone can graft back together properly. This sucks for me because I recently got into playing #TheArcana and I want to draw my apprentice character so badly! But every time I pick up a pen to draw, my arm is so stiff I can't do more than a quick 20 seconds gesture drawing before my arm is screaming to stop. I absolutely hate this right now.

[humanityinahandbag]

I have not even seen HT3 but you've got me cackling over the image of Ericka holding a handful of file folders, spread in her hand like a proper folding fan, peering over them at Drac until he notices her and then fanning them further, wiggling her eyebrows as she shows off the colored tabs she's just placed on the folders. Alphabetical by color of course.

I’m fucking cackling. Might expand on this later and make it a longer one shot. But for now, have a quick Fanfic. 

So here it is: my first Hotel Transylvania 3 One Shot. 

Enjoy, @bunnikkila. This one’s all for you.

Kiss Me Alphabetically

A story in which Ericka has time and uses it productively. 

Dracula does the same. 

Ericka stood at the desk, alone. Not alone per say. Not if one considered the piles of folders she’d obsessively piled around her as companions of their own kind. Each of them filled with receipts and notes and menus and itineraries. Each adorned with neat, archaic, graceful text. It was a quirk she soon learned about Dracula; that he refused to use anything less than gold-tipped fountain pens, claiming something of nostalgia. It was his way of dealing with the modern changes of the world, she decided. If he should be made to carry a cellphone and log guests in by means of a computer, then he’d at least find the time to dip pen to ink.

She flipped through them. It was a slow night. Monsters filing in and out lazily, asking for little more than direction or spare towels. He’d long gone to deal with a mess on the third floor (apologizing for having to scuttle away, pressing a kiss to her cheek before leaving her to her own devices).

It was an honor in itself that he trusted her alone with something as important as his hotel. The way he’d said “I’m refiling the finances for the next quarter- files are in the top drawer” without any hint of question fumbling his words, which were (as they always were in the way he commented, the way he spoke, the way he watched and smiled and loved) brewing in respect.

She was familiar with the processes, as she was in most things in the industry, and so she’d drawn out the files and riled through them, searching out the logs from the past months.

What she’d found was a certain amount of organized chaos. “Whooo boy…” To a degree, they were understandable. Notes with notes. Finances with finances.

And yet…

Ericka rolled her shoulders before grabbing a pen and one of the many markers she kept on hand in the little drawers under the desk. One of the zombie bellhops -Carl was his name? Or maybe Callum?- wandered over and groaned something.

“How did you deal with this?” she asks, patting the piles of folders.

“Auuuuurgurarg” said Clyde/Callum.

“Was there any rhyme or reason?” She picked one up and waved it. “Look at this! No color? No alphabetizing?” Ericka picked open one of them with two pinched fingers like she was dealing with a dead rat and not months worth of massage receipts and pool-related accident reports. “And look at this! Did he date three months out? Did he prioritize dates? Did he converge files? No! Of course not!”

“Auuuugragagalll” sympathized Clyde/Callum.

Ericka slapped down the files. She scrubbed her forehead, pinched the space between her brows, and rubbed her eyes. “How has this Hotel not collapsed yet…” she muttered. “How has this hotel not gone up in flames. Because I can assure you- obsessive color coding is totally integral to the success of any business.”

“Aghhhhhhphhhh” agreed Clyde/Callum.

Ericka took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly. “Right,” she said, giving the colored markers a determined, long look. “I’ll need a coffee, a new box of staples, and a whole lot of hope. Think you can do that?”

“Pfffff” said Clyde/Callum, hobbling off.

Ericka flipped through the folders. There were at least twelve out. All of them, as he’d directed, taken from the top drawer of a blue filing cabinet. But there were three filing cabinets behind her (one blue, two gray), not mentioning the manilla folders and the cheap fold-out capped boxes left along the back wall.

Fixing her hands on her waist, mumbling an old captains sailing prayer, Ericka drew forth whatever strength years battling the high-end luxury seas had bestowed her before throwing herself to task.

Dracula eased through the slim crowd that perused about his hotel, greeting them all with gracious smiles and sharp, stately nods. He hoped the slow gait and hunched shoulders wouldn’t give away his exhaustion. It had been a leak in one of the vacant rooms. A burst pipe that needed attending to. And so he’d taken down the serial numbers, talked to the on-site handymen (zombies), and managed to get some sort of estimate on timeframe and payment.

He’s grateful to return to the relative safety behind his desk. The lobby was empty by the time he returned, nearly silent except for the telltale sound of paper scraping against paper and the scrape of a pen writing. 

The sounds, once he follows them, come from Ericka and a desk hidden beneath folders.

He stepped closer. Cocked his head. “Um…?”

She looked up. “Oh!” Ericka grinned. “Hey there, you! How’d the repairs go?”

“They’re going. What are you doing?”

She shrugged. “Light work. Nothing too drastic. Just keeping busy, you know.” Pointing across the mounds of folders she’d stripped from the filing cabinets behind the desk (all of them he saw open and empty behind her) she said “I finished the quarterly report, by the way.”

“Uh?”

“Don’t worry. Ran the numbers three times. We should probably think about cutting buffet expenses. I think we’d be able to pull through next quarter with extra money for pool repairs if we cut back.”

“Um?” He blinked. Sliding cautiously into the space behind her, careful not to disrupt the Whatever that was going on in front of her, he nudged open the folder she’d pointed to.  

Her own steady handwriting had joined his. Red circles around certain numbers and blue underlines pointing to mistakes he’d made with past calculations.

“Oh, and I also organized your notes. You should really think about donating to an archive or something? These are from… what? 1847?” She poked a set of folders farthest to the left. She’d colored in the tabs on top with blue and wrote dates in on black.

The set beside those had been colored orange. And the ones beside those, red.

“Um…” he said again. There was a tiny fire building in his chest.

“Oh, and look.” She put down the pen she’d been using to meticulously mark dates on each colored tab to grab the Yellow stack (sitting between the now green and fuscia folders), fanning it in front of her with the grace of a dancer. She gave them a flutter, and then did the same with her lashes. “Alphabatized,” she purred. “You like it?”

He blinked. He couldn’t seem to find a way to shut his mouth, his jaw weighed down by invisible pullies. 

Dracula’s silence must have lasted too long, because her delighted expression turned into something of disappointment, and she was soon fussing with the closest stack of folders despairing; “You hate it. Oh- god. I knew I shouldn’t have touched anything but your system wasn’t updated and… and I’d like to remind you just like I did Clyde or Callum or whatever his name is that obsessive color coding is integral to the success- MMPH.”

His mouth against hers effectively cut off whatever she was about to say.

He was glad there was no one in the lobby. Especially when he flicked a hand, blue energy leaping out to push folders to the side to make space when he lifted her up and sat her down at a level height.

“I was working on those! Dracu-mmm!” He moved his mouth from hers down to her jaw. Her throat. The dip between her neck and shoulder. “Honey, we’re in the lobby.”

He nipped her neck and she gasped. “No one here,” he said against her skin.

“Not yet, but anyone could- oh my god do that again.” He dragged his teeth down the line of her artery a second time. She huffed, crossing her legs. Chiding herself for a fuzzy mind, she reminded herself about the task at hand. A voice in her brain chanted; color coding! color coding! color coding! “Someone could check in! Any second! And I have to finish!”

He kissed her again anyway, harder. “You color coded my papers.”

“I did.”

“That is… so incredible.”

Her laugh tapered off into a gasp when he paid special attention to her jaw. “I’m loving this praise. I really am. But Dracula- someone could check in.”

“Good.”

“No! Not good! Not good! They could see a Vamp-mmmm-a Vampire going to town on a -aughhh- humans neck!”

“It’s a lovely neck,” he reasoned between kisses. “Absolutely delectable. A world class, delicious neck. Have I ever told you I love this shirt?” She’d swapped out her higher collared wear for a white button up that she’d only found reason to keep buttoned to mid chest.

“Yes,” she said, watching him reach a hand up to move the collar of the shirt away. “Many, many times.”

“You should wear it more, you absolutely organized minx, you.”

“Dracula,” she snapped.

“Ericka,” he crooned back.

“Dracula I’m busy.”

“So am I,” he argued. To prove his point he bit down lightly on her clavicle. “Very, very busy.”

She groaned. He laughed, reaching behind her to get a firmer grasp on her back with every intention of hoisting her higher to see just how far he could get his teeth down her shirt before having to start the unbuttoning process. His fingers pushed back on the folders. Three of them slipped to the floor.

With a righteous gasp and a frustrated exclamation of “oh come on” Ericka was pushing him back, turning around to growl frustratedly at the fallen soldiers of scattered papers on the lobby floor, and then turning back to fix Dracula with a steel and stone glare. He did his best to make his eyes look as I-Am-A-Victim-of-Circumstance as possible. “Do you know how long it took me to organize these!” Her fingers flew up to assault her blouse, securing a button that had begun to undo itself with more force than necessary. Dracula watched forlornly.

“Oh- Whoops.” She glared harder. His smile was all fangs and guilt. “Sorry, honey… Would you believe it if I said I was distracted?”

“No.”

“Well I was!” Dracula waggled his brows.”You’re very distracting when you talk about bureaucracy!” 

She huffed, flapping her arms up, letting her hands slap defeatedly down against her thighs. “I’ll have to go back and reorganize them all, now!”

To his credit, he did actually look guilty, grimacing down at the mess behind her. “It’s only a few. I can help-”

She breathed, heavy and slow, anger dissipating into something fond. Who was she to pass up affection from time to time? And… it really hadn’t taken her that long. “No- no it’s fine. It’s faster if I do them alone. Maybe you can help after I laminate them?” 

Dracula’s head snapped back. He blinked. Blinked again. The feeling of holy fire in his chest returned. “Laminate?” he peeped.

“Mmhm. I was going to staple together the financial reviews from the last few years, too, and compound and color code them. Maybe we can draw up some sort of two-year plan-”

The rest of the folders flew neatly to the floor, caught by a blue light, and settled into piles around the lobby. Dracula’s arms linked around her, his mouth back to work tracing patterns up and down from her neck to her mouth.

Ericka found herself suddenly very unconcerned with two-year plans and was instead decidedly concerned with how deep she could burrow her fingers into wonderful black hair.

“You are incredible,” he said, every word punctuated with affection. “That (kiss) is the most (kiss) attractive thing (kiss) I’ve (kiss kiss kiss) ever heard, Captain.”

“Oooh! You like that!” She wound her legs around his waist and pulled her head back to look at him from between her lashes. “Wait until I tell you about my plan to consolidate the computers check-in system.” Ericka lowered her voice into a husky, svelte whisper. “It’ll save us at least seven percent on the bottom line.”

The check-in desk was left empty when Dracula very quickly lifted her up and whisked her back to their room, her laughter a ghost against the stone.

The files were temporarily forgotten. 

But they’d get back to them later. Much, much later. 

[theabominableblogger]

Rewatching “Family Reunion- And Farewell”

Well... guess who totally forgot to finish this post and upload it?  And I watched this back in June...

Huge special thank you to @dynamicdiplomacy for introducing me to this absolutely wonderful show and for all the times that we’ve Skyped to watch Season 4 (and the palette cleansers that followed after some depressing stuff).  And thank you to everyone else for all the wonderful comments I’ve been receiving about this reaction series and I hope you have been enjoying my reactions.

If you guys have any more recommendations for shows for me to react to, don’t be afraid to message me or drop something in my inbox!

Now, on with the show...

*points at the screen when Hera puts her hand on her stomach*

“I [Ezra] guess, in some way, you will be with us today, when we finish what you started.”  At first, when I first saw this, I was afraid that Ezra was gonna go a little bit in the Kylo Ren direction in this little speech toward the hologram of his parents, but we all know at this point, Ezra speaks so highly and lovingly of his parents, so here it’s a nice sweet moment before everything just goes to crap.

“The day I [Kallus] betrayed your Empire, Governor, was the day I finally stopped betraying myself.”  YEET!

*giggles when Ezra sics the wolf on Pryce with a whistle*

*scats the opening theme* 

Oh my God, that’s the last time we’re ever gonna hear that!

“I [Ezra] know I can always count on you [Sabine].”  That was part of one of Kanan’s visions in “Jedi Night!”

*Zeb leaps over the stormtroopers*  Parkour!

*imitates Hondo as he instructs the pig dude to back up*

“They can fly!”  HAhaha!

So what was the point of all that [Zeb throwing the pig dude]?  Just as a distraction?

*Rukh throws Wolffe over his shoulder*  Whooo…

*The wolf rams into Rukh’s ship*  Oh my Godd!

“I [Thrawn] expected Governor Pryce to fail, but not so completely.”  Whooooooooo damn! 

My friend:  The shade has been thrown! 

Me:  You mean the shade has been Thrawn… 

*bows out*

*spends a good minute complimenting Kallus in black*

THAT SOUNDS NOTHING LIKE YULAREN!

“And do you always question the orders of a superior officer?”  Oooooooh snap!

That walker’s like “Hoo shit, I’m gettin’ out of here!”

Freaking Rukh!

*Thrawn’s Star Destroyer comes in*  Ohh snap

“Are you [Ezra] quite finished?”  OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*Rukh shuts off the planetary shields*  Mother-fricking…

*Thrawn starts firing on the city*  God.  Dang it.

That shot though!

*gasps when Ezra gives Chopper his lightsaber*

“I [Hera] won’t let you [Ezra] go!”  *softly*  God, this is just sad…

“Even if we do blow him out of the sky…”  *both yell at the top of our voices*  Blow that piece of junk OUT OF THE SKY!

*sighs when Ezra escapes to surrender to Thrawn*

This music though!  And it’s incorporating Sabine’s theme!

Oooh that shot though [of Thrawn at his desk]

“Hmm, the Jedi once numbered in the thousands.  What's left are a scattered, frightened lot, mostly beaten and in hiding, or poorly trained children, like yourself [Ezra].”  *grimaces*

What’s that green thing next to Sabine’s mural?

“[Thrawn] You think you can take whatever you want, things you didn't make, didn't earn, things you don't even understand!  You don't deserve to have this art or Lothal.”  THAT’S MY BOY!

God, Thrawn just has so many pens!

“My Emperor.”  Shiiiiiiittt….

“My dear boy, I've [Palpatine] so wanted to meet you [Ezra], and here you are at last.”  Oh my gosh, it’s been like what?  10 years since we’ve heard Ian McDiarmid’s Senator Palpatine voice?  Holy crap.

Oh yeah, those dark wolves look really cool.

Aaaaahhhh that shot’s cool!

“Who are we supposed to be contacting?”  “Not sure it's a who, more like a what, and if I told you what, well, that's the part you might not believe.”  So Ezra told Mart about the space whales.  Imagine that conversation going on.

“Just look at Melch. He's positively magnetic!”  “I'm sure you've got a special relationship, Hondo, but we're kind of on a mission here.”  Pffttt….

It is so disarming seeing Palpatine in white

God, I so miss having Ian McDiarmind as Palpatine!

Oh my gosh, this music here [when Ezra goes in the temple] is awesome!  It sounds like something from “Return of the Jedi,” with the flutes and the soft trumpets.

My friend:  Kallus reminds me of Phoebus from Hunchback. 

Me:  HE DOES! 

My friend:  That’s all I can think about now!

Pffttt… I love how in this show, they’re like “Well, Chopper’s been fried.  We can fix that” while in ROTJ, when R2 gets fried, they’re all like “OH MY GOD!”

That is the slowest-ass platform…

*Pig dude gets shot*  OOOOOOHHHHHH!! 

My friend:  Meek’s dead!

*Zeb leaps down to tackle Rukh off the walkways*  AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!

*Gregor gets shot*  OOOOOHHHHHHH!!!

OK, having just watched Gregor’s first episode in TCW, this scene here is now immensely sad.

If Ezra ends up coming back in Star Wars Resistance, and he ends up looking like his dad, I’m gonna cry.

*Palpatine’s hologram flickers*  Whoa….  But how though?  Unless it’s some Sith alchemy crap.

Lobster boys!  

What are those?!?

AN:  Force pikes

*Ezra throws the boulders at the incoming squadron*  Oh that was awesome

C’mon, Zeb!

*Rukh dies*   Oooooooohhhhh…

“Oh really?  Yeah, that must be tough!”  Hahaha!

*Gregor dies*  God, this is immensely sad!

Did Ezra just murder all those troopers in the background?!?

“Get Captain Palleon!”  Hoooooo…

And then- WHALES!

*One of the whales ram into a Destroyer*  Oh my God, how big are those things?!?

“Whatever happens next happens to both of us.”  *softly*  Hooooo….

OH THAT SHOT!

OH THAT MUSIC!

My friend:  how do the purgill know what to do? 

Me:  Plot.

*sing songs*  It’s the Bendu’s prophecy!

And after all of that… they’re [Ezra and Thrawn] still alive.

AN:  Yep.  Confirmed by Filoni himself.  They’re still floating around God knows where.

Uhh…

“Ummm, was that the plan?”  Pffftt…

“We gonna blow this place!”  *starts singing “We Gotta Get Out of This Place” by The Animals*

*Wolffe shoots down all the troopers*  Ohh my God!

“For Kanan and Ezra.”  Yes!

*Pryce dies*  Bye, bitch!

Oh my gosh, this music here [during Ezra’s last message]…

“Right, you’re [Ezra] counting on me [Sabine]… for what?”  Bring him home! 

My friend:  Cue Les Mis. 

Me:  Don’t

“Then if the Empire wants a fight, we'll be ready for them.”  So does the rest of the Rebellion know that they’re still on Lothal?

Oh crap, the epilogue!  Oh, I’m not ready!

That does look like the [Dryden Vos’s] ship from Solo!

Loth-cat!

She [Sabine] cut her hair to look like Ezra’s…

I love this [Zeb taking Kallus to Lira San]!

*smiles immensely during the introduction of Jacen*

“Born to fly, just like his mother. And, well, we all know what his father was like.”  Aaaahhh my gosh!

I remember back when this air, half of us were like “THEY BEEN DOING IT THE ENTIRE TIME” and half of us were like “WHEN DID THEY BANG?!?”  And while that is a good question concerning the timeline, at the same time, it’s like talking about whether or not your parents do it.

And also, we don’t wanna talk about our parents having sex.  Like.... no....

*gasps when Ahsoka appears*

Ahsoka the White!

And the credits are like real credits!

[Dave Filoni as Chopper] I KNEW IT!!!!

*jams the crap out when the Rebels theme starts to kick in*

GOD I MISS THIS SHOW ALREADY

[mikumanogi-blog]

2017-05-04 “Avoiding the rails” Kubo Shiori Blog #12 [ENG]

The other day Riria asked if we could ride the train together and so together we waited on the train platform. The two of use waited for the train to come with a hat over our heads. The second the train came into the station our hats were magnificently whisked away by the wind. We both quickly ran after them, it’s a heartwarming and hilarious story. Be carful of the wind, and the flu. 

(TL Note: although serious in topic it is play on words as she uses both 風 (wind) and 風邪 (flu)both pronounced ‘kaze’)

Hello everyone, thank you for your continuous hard work! I am Nogizaka46’s 3rd generation member, 15 years old, 1st year high school student Kubo Shiori. It’s a pleasure to meet you.

I know this is kind sudden but thank you for coming to our April handshakes.

During the 3rd slot…I wore a little purple parka.

During the 4th slot…I wore a white shirt, red bandana, and an embroidered skirt.

During the 5th slot…I wore an off-the-shoulder shirt and an embroidered skirt.

It’s probably hard to imagine since you can’t see it and so…

It looked like this! As a result of the bandana showing in my blogs, there were a lot of people that wore it too (´･_･`) am I happy or... (´･_･`)

During the handshake event someone came up behind me, hugged me and asked “whooo is iiit♪” “huh? Huh?!?” I said in surprised, but I knew right away who it was. Manatsu san!!!!! For some reason I could by how Manatsu san smelled that it was her LMAO.

The fact that I wore an off-the-shoulder shirt our of respect to Manatsu is a secret. I’ve also grown a teeny bit since becoming a high schooler.

During the event I talked about a bunch of different topics with the fans but I feel like one of the topics I heard the most and made me the happiest was “I read your magazine article!” It made me even made me happy to hear people say, “the contents of the magazine where you got the opportunity to talk with the senior members was fascinating!”

Next week is Nagoya! I have the national handshake and the individual handshake back-to-back! I’m very much looking forward to it, I’ll be in your care.

That’s right! During the handshake the topic of NOGIBINGO also come up a lot! A few days a new episode of NOGIBINGO aired, did you watch it?? On this episode I also appeared in NOGIROOM, if you haven’t checked it out yet please do〜! The cheerleader cosplay was embarrassing (´･_･`) Way more than when I was an actual cheerleader… maybe I’m just getting old.

 Well then, I think it’s time to start the comment Q&A!

·         What’s a special skill that you’ve discovered recently?

A special skill…On Namadol san (Namaidol) I put pens under my nose for the first time in a while and I managed do get 11! I beat my previous record. The trick is concentration.

·         I find it hard to make friends when in a new environment.

I’m the same way…I don’t like spring that much, I’m always afraid of the class changes. When I first started cheerleading, I tried to overcome my fear of strangers and in the process make new friends, but in the end nothing changed. I did find some joy in being by myself, but it would have been nice to have at least one person to talk to! Let’s both do our best!

·         What’s your morning routine?

Going back to sleep. Although I think the correct answer to your question is “HISSSSS!” recently I’ve been careful to not fall back to sleep after waking up.

·         What something that you want to eat the most?

Whaaaat (´･_･`) I want eat everything… (´･_･`) yogurt, ice cream, gratin, pizza, white rice, bracken-starch dumplings, tarts, curry, gyozas, cheesecake, acai bowl, hamburger, strawberry smoothies, udon, dandan noodles, miso soup with tofu, beef bowl, nori bento, squid tempura, Takoyaki, monja, doughnuts, fried chicken skewers, pizza bun. Mmmm I want to eat all of them, I don’t think I can make a decision between them. (´･_･`)

Recently、。、。、 After reporting to Ayachan (Ayatii) “I ate ___ today! It was delichious” shocked she would respond “You ate that much!?” I have an insatiable appetite. I wonder why food makes me this happy.

 Today I’m going to end the Q&A here! Until next time!

 Right now all the 3rd generation members are putting all their effort into their lessons as we approach our solo live. Each lesson we learn more as we start to reach for the stars.

There was a time where I was just hitting a wall and I couldn’t seem to overcome it. It was days of thinking “how can I overcome this hurdle.” But somewhere along the way I realized I never even hit a wall, but rather I was standing in front of it. Out of fear of hitting the wall my feet had stopped. I wanted to run away from the problems I was having. I couldn’t dance well and I had so many feelings of impatience and anxiety. I’m such a truly spineless human. It was during that time that the other members and everyone else came along and renewed my feelings of positivity.

When facing the mirror during dance practice I would see the enjoyment the other members were having and once every so often our eyes would meet and in that moment I could feel their warmth. Those moments would make me realize “The only reason I’ve come this far is because of everyone’s support”.

Riria, who roughly ties her hair to move her bangs has recently become someone I can rely on.

Renka, who never whines to the other members and who is always showing off her biggest smile.

Minamin, who always thinks the same way, more reliable than anyone else and who is able to unify us.

Momochan, who is always saying “I can’t do it” but who works as hard as two people and who is always watching out for everyone.

Tamami, who always smiles at me when our dance styles are similar, who’s always beside me and listens to my problems.

Denchan, who has an inherent ability to entertain makes everyone smile when everyone’s feeling down.

Reno, who’s spontaneous comments seem to calm down the room and who is often supporting from the side.

Hazuki, who just by being there makes you feel calm but who also works so hard that it troubles other people.

Mizuki, who looks about to cry every time our eyes meet and who is my favorite, but I will never tell her directly.

Ayatii, who, is like a big sister, will always come over and comfort another member if they’re crying.

Yodachan, who says “I’m bad at dancing” but manages to make me smile while watching her cute dance moves.

I can honestly write so much more, but if I write more, it will get long and so I wrote a shorter version.

These 12 members, who are overflowing with individuality, will be performing in all 8 concerts from June 5th to June 14th.

I’m going to keep going. Everyone, what do you think the concert is going to be like? It would be great if you could think it is going to be fun.

Everyone, it is sure to surprise you. This concert is going to dare to raise the bar! The venue is AiiA 2.5 Theater Tokyo. I believe that performing at this venue is deeply significant to us. Until that day comes I’ll be standing right here once again on that stage. I’ll be doing my best, so please, definitely, come watch.

Well then moving on. To everyone. I would like to say that I’m very thankful for all the cheers of encouragement at the handshake events, the comments on these blogs and not only that but thank you for all the advice that you have given me.

Thanks to all your word of encouragement I feel as though I can once again aim for the stars. To shine as brightly as I can, I think “I would be grateful if you were to cheer me on at the concert.” On top of that it might be a start of you becoming slightly interested in the 3rd generation member Kubo Shiori. Rather than “you might” I’ll have to do my best to make it “you will.”

Make it…ah, I want to eat food.

Haaazukichaaaan. Recently I’ve been eating as much as her. Haaaazukichaaaaaan. I love youuuu.

Denchaaaan! Believe it or not this our first two-person selfie. I asked her for it! Without a doubt Denchan is the queen of the dressing room. I would be amazing if I could hurry up and show off to everyone how funny she is.

Anyways, there are also the upcoming handshakes, I’m looking forward to them (´･_･`)! I’ll be in your care.

I’ll write again soon.

Kubo Shiori

I’m going to do my best at the concert. I’ll do my best even for the people that can’t make it. It’s been a while since the meet and greet where I declared that “I will change”. Have I changed? Please come and make that decision for yourselves, not even I know the answer. It would be great if you could come and check. This is not my final form, this only the start and the first evolution will be seen at our solo concert. One more thing, I will change.

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[rennemichaels]

Yay! I got a Samsung Galaxy Tab A tablet with S Pen. Whooo Hooo.

Hey! This S Pen is tiny and fragile and not at all comfortable. 

No Worries! You can also use the  Wacom CS310UK.

Arrgh! They no longer make the CS310UK.

Bitch! Just cut up an old Gel-Pen, make yourself a holder and chill. 

Um... I can’t use the button now.

You couldn’t use it before because the damn thing was too tiny and in the wrong place. Shut the fuck up and go draw something will you?

[randomnoteforfuturereference]

Thanks, @sinbindos for indirectly tagging me in this writing meme. Finally got around to it.

1) How many works in progress to do you currently have in progress?

Heh…

Well, for published stories I have two Hunger Games fics that are WIPs. If I’m being honest with myself, I’m probably done and just going to just tweak things so that they are complete with open-ended endings.

For something that’s actually in process (ie there is a document already started and my motivation is still high), I’m working on a Check Please! nurseydex oneshot right now.

For things my mind has crafted, headcanons (or canon!canons for some original universes) that I’ve spouted, and sometimes even little official outlines that have been made… whooo boy… -_-

Oh, and my thesis.

2) Do you/would you write fan fiction?

See above.

3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks?

Hmmm… honestly good question. I do love the feel of a physical book in my hand. And when it comes to books that are graphics-heavy, it has to be good paper and ink.

However, for regular novels and fics, I can’t deny the convenience of reading from my phone.

4) When did you start writing?

Made a silly short story as an 8th grade assignment.

However, I truly started typing out stories at the start of 2013.

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with?

A few. You know who you folks are. 

6) Where is your favorite place to write?

At my computer. It’s kinda required to put the thoughts into publishable words.

7) Favorite childhood book?

Dinotopia. It and the very first book I got (Prehistoric Animals by William Scheele) got me interested in paleontology and zoology from the start. Dinotopia also got me interested in art (as an aside, it was awesome getting to meet and chat with James Gurney a few years ago; got him to doodle in a couple of my books). 

Other books of note from my childhood were one dealing with US military aircraft circa 1990 (late enough that there’s a single picture of a B-2; early enough that there’s no entry for the F-117) and another encyclopedia on dinosaurs (this one also from the 90s; the now-out-of-date illustrations by John Sibbick were all the rage). Both were heavy tomes that I read enough to have the binders falling apart.

Also Richard Scarry was the man.

8) Writing for fun or writing for publication?

Right now the former.

Also the latter when it comes to my day job,

But also seriously considering original fiction for the latter as well.

9) Pen and paper or computer?

Computer. Both for outlining/structuring (yay Excel) and actually crafting the story. There’s no pencil/paper in between. 

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes?

Nope.

11) What inspires you to write?

What inspires the story crafting? Overactive imagination.

What inspires me to actually write? … Do I have to?

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Anyways, how about I choose you, @kleeklutch, @javistg, @eala-musings, @sohypothetically, and @rosefyrefyre!