#I -really- need to update my own profile it's -so- old...

[shibiichi]

I absolutely love your updated Daycare attendant, especially Moon such a handsome beast. I've always loved your version of Moon it my favorite one

Thank you so much!!! 🫶 I’m so glad you enjoy their updated looks! (I’ve never been this happy with their designs haha. Especially Moon’s!)

I’m flattered you enjoyed my old Moon too! My old DCA designs are sorta weird to me lol! They were definitely a result of me wanting to have fun with the designs but also being scared to stray too far from canon! (You can def see that in Moon’s colors) Honestly though, my AU isn’t canon! So there’s no reason to be anxious over making them too different! It’s supposed to be a reflection of my current tastes, my Sun and (especially) Moon designs really encapsulate that! :D

Also here! I realize I haven’t really posted ART since January (oops) so I do have a small handful of sketches pertaining to the DCA!

[Moon concept]

Above is one of my first attempts at redesigning my DCA! There was a previous version with full stars that looked more like my old style but I found I didn’t enjoy those at all. A problem I’ve always had with my old Moon’s design would be the star patterns on his pants, hat, and sleeves. They often weren’t very sharp and looked kinda ‘spacey’ (and not in the cool celestial way lol!) They kinda looked more like an overlay and lacked definition, making my old Moon’s design kinda lack luster? So the first thing I wanted to do was figure out that pattern more! (I ended up going with a split look to help make the stars that are there not overwhelm the character)

This fixed up first pass is pretty close to what I ended up going with, though I decided to change some anatomical things to make him look more doll like and more elongated. (I really wanted to make them look uncanny when they don’t have their jester fits! Like they are fully relying on those outfits not to look uncomfortable.)

[Moon and @shadysubject06 ‘s Chica!!]

I briefly mentioned what my DCA’s side facial profile would look like in the ref post, so here’s an actual drawing of it! They do look pretty humanoid in head shape, though with a weak chin and flat nose to accommodate the ‘dinner plate’ look lol. I love how Moon here looks like he’s the MC of an anime that just bumped into the love interest and is all ‘flutters eyelashes’ and starry eyed.

A big change I made between my old and new Moon designs would be the titular nightcap. Before my Moon’s nightcap sat upon his head normally and was SUPER long! Like to the floor. The more I thought about it the more I began to get uncertain about the idea. Like sure, that’s fine if Moon were more like his canon self at around 7ft, but my DCA is 12’8”! As someone who sews, the amount of fabric needed to make a nightcap that both fits Moon but is long enough to drag on the floor gives me a headache. Besides, I found I really loved the ‘covers one eye’ look so much more. He looks shy, like he’s hiding behind his own hat. Also I wanted him to fidget with his hat more, so having it hang over one eye makes it a lot more accessible! (Also I am one of those FNaF fans who tries to think about the base logic on how these characters are built. 💔 i can’t help it.. it makes designing more fun. The only place where a hat like that could be stored would likely be somewhere in the torso, and my old DCA’s torso was pretty packed already. 😭)

[Jack-o’-Moon / Harvest Moon concept]

Also had fun with a Halloween design idea! (I know it’s not even fall….) this drawing is pretty accurate, though the main sun rays would not be present for this design as this is technically Moon.

This costume would be used for the week of Halloween in the plex, the mall working like a fun family friendly fall fest in the day and a horror attraction at night. Sun would refer to himself as ‘Jack-o’-Sun’ as Sun’s specific look would fall into the pumpkin jack-o’-lantern look during the day! At night the staff would make Moon look a bit more scary and we’d get ‘Harvest Moon’, who plays more into the whole grim reaper look. Not sure if they’d actually have a scythe but I thought drawing them with one was fun!

I have a lot more lore to drop but this post is getting way too long and I’ve rambled enough. Thank you for the ask!! I really appreciate it! Nighty Night!

[frudoo]

HELLO!! OHMYGOD!! I found your blog bc I was searing for bear(six) fics and found your fic, gifts which lead me to reading some of your other writings and!! Baker Simon is my favorite I've read so far!!! It's so sweet, I love it! Poor si getting all flustered at seeing such a pretty bird in his house, touching his arms n soft tummy when taking the profile picture. Doesn't want to admit his nerves when you leave and begin to work on the pictures, feeling his heart rate pick up in his chest when he hears his phone ping, hoping it's you with a new message. Even if it is to send the pictures you've edited by him. BUT ALSO! clearly, reader is into tech at least somewhat right? What if he gets their help to also re vamp his little marketplace page, he's an older man now n his fingers are too thick for any of tha' delicate stuff you do wi'h all them pictures, darl'

I will stop myself here🤚🏻very excited to dig into the rest of your master list!

Warnings: Suggestive <3

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | previous

“Is it really tha’ bad?”

     You spin in Simon’s office chair to look at him with a sheepish smile. He grunts in embarrassment, running one hand over his face. 

     “Fuckin’ ‘ell.”

     “No, Si, it’s n-not that bad!” You try to reassure him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him closer. “It’s just a little…”

     “Hideous?”

     “Stop that! It’s just a little outdated,” you smack his arm playfully before facing the desk once again. “I can see why you’re not getting very many sales.”

     Simon rolls his eyes, caging you in with his big arms as his head hovers above your shoulder. His proximity makes your breath catch in your throat and your hand shakes a bit as you grab the computer mouse, wiggling it around to click on a link. It takes you to his files, where you’ve downloaded every edited picture you sent him. 

     “Alright, old man. Get out and let me work my magic,” you click your tongue, feigning cockiness.

     “Kickin’ me outta my own room?” He teases, ruffling your hair. 

     “Bitching to the girl who’s saving your business?” You swat his hand away and raise an eyebrow, giggling at his dramatic sigh.

     “Don’t blow up my damn computer.”

     Simon exits his office and heads to the kitchen, figuring that if he can’t help you out with all that digital stuff, he might as well do something he’s actually good at. He gathers the ingredients for a fruit tart—one of his favorite things to make, but something he’d never consider selling. The cost of ingredients is way too high for it to be a sustainable menu item, with the amount of fruit necessary just to make a single tart.

     By the time Simon puts the tart pan in the oven and the custard in the fridge to cool, you’re already finished revamping both his Marketplace page and a website you’ve created for his business. You call him back into his office and show him everything you’ve done—his menu is the same, but you’ve made it easier to read; you put a link to the order form on his website in his bio and in a pinned post on his Facebook page; you even updated his profile picture and header photo without him having to ask. As you explain everything to him, all Simon can do is hum and nod.

     “Do you like it, Si? I can change up anything you’d like me to. If you need an example order to see how the form works, I can… Simon? You okay?” 

     Simon’s eyes are no longer focused on the computer screen, but on you. Soft and warm, full of admiration and something… deeper that you can’t quite understand. He tilts your chin up with a crooked finger, leaning in close.

     “Perfect, lovie,” he murmurs, closing the minute gap between the both of you.

     You gasp a bit but instantly return the kiss, resting your hands on his wide shoulders. When he pulls away, you sit back in the chair, assuming that the moment is over. Simon has other ideas, though, bending down to grab your arms and wrap them around his neck. 

     “Best ‘old on, sweet’eart,” is all the warning he gives you before hooking his arms beneath the back of your knees and lifting you out of the seat. 

     You wrap your legs around his waist at the same moment he reconnects his lips with yours. Heavy footsteps stumble backward until he reaches the wall, then flips you around so that he can press you up against it. Simon kisses you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, sucking and biting and breathing every ounce of you in as though trying to immerse himself in you. He allows his hands to run up your thighs, his knuckles causing your skirt to hike up. The sudden rush of cool air makes you shiver in his grasp, nails grazing the back of his neck. 

     “Bloody angel,” he whispers into your mouth. “D’ya know wha’ ya do t’me? Hm? I fuckin’ dream about ya.”

     “Simon,” you gasp, allowing your head to fall back against the wall as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. 

     “Tell me wha’ ya wan’, baby,” he instructs, peppering kisses along your pulse point. “Any fuckin’ thing ya wan’, ya can ‘ave it.”

     “Simon,” you breathe his name once again, whining when you feel his hot tongue dragging up the slope of your neck before sharp teeth tug at your earlobe. 

     “Say it, sweet’eart.”

     “I-I think your timer is going off,” you murmur.

     Simon pulls his face away from your neck to look at you for a moment, incredulous. Sure enough, the timer he’d set for the crust is going off, and he curses under his breath, gently allowing you back onto your feet. You giggle, following quickly behind him as he shuffles his way into the kitchen. 

     “Well, it smells delicious,” you tease, watching intently as he pulls the pan out of the oven and sets it onto a cooling rack.

     Simon stretches, cracking his neck and turning to face you yet again. 

     “You taste better,” he hums nonchalantly.

     You’re pretty sure that statement just made your brain melt out of your ears.

     He looks more determined than before, swaggering towards you with a gleam in his eye that sends heat spiraling in your belly. He cages you in against the island and your breath hitches, your eyes unsure of where they should look. They settle on his own, wide and pleasantly surprised, when he hoists you up onto the counter. His warm hands spread your thighs and he settles between them, trailing his thick fingers up until they tangle into your hair. You close the space this time, all too eager to feel his lips on yours again. 

     Despite how cold the countertop is against your bare skin, you are perfectly warm, surrounded by his body heat, intoxicated by the way his tongue slides over yours. Your hands sneak beneath his shirt and caress his abdomen before grabbing his ass to pull him closer. He huffs with amusement, smiling into the kiss. It only encourages you to squeeze him harder.

     “Cheeky girl,” he nips at your bottom lip. 

     Simon pulls you closer to the edge of the counter. One hand stays secured around the back of your neck while the other dips down between your plush thighs, pinky finger skimming the hem of your panties. You pant against him, hips bucking to encourage his hand to go further.

     “Ya wan’ my fingers?” He questions softly, pressing his forehead against yours.

     “Yes, yeah,” you mumble, grabbing his wrist desperately. “Please, Si, I need you.”

     The man pulls you in for another kiss, his middle fingers finally slipping past the fabric barrier separating his touch from where you need him most. He groans lowly at the warm, smooth sensation of your slick coating his fingertips.

     “Fuckin’ ‘ell, ya so wet,” Simon laughs breathlessly. “All f’me, love? I did this t-”

     A loud knock interrupts his sentence. He throws his head back in annoyance, shutting his eyes tightly, silently willing whoever the hell it is to go away so that he finally gets the chance to indulge in you. In addition to the knocking, the uninvited guest incessantly rings the doorbell over and over again. 

     “Simon, ah ken ye’re ‘ome! Open the fookin’ door, ye big lug!”

     Although you’ve never met him, judging by that unmistakable accent and the displeased growl that escapes from Simon, it’s not hard to identify Johnny MacTavish. 

     “M’gonna kill him,” he snarls, carefully removing his hand from your core and replacing your panties back where they belong. “Sorry, sweet’eart.”

     “Nothing to apologize for,” you assure him, thanking him with a sweet kiss as he helps you off of the counter before making his way to the front door. 

     “Wha’ the fuck d’ya wan’, Soap?” Simon swings the door open to reveal a beaming man looking up at him. 

     “Soap? Didnae think we were still on callsign terms,” Johnny pushes his way past the larger man and plops down on the couch like he owns the place. “Sae, wha’re ye doin’?”

     “Not me, thanks to you,” you chime in, biting back a cackle when the Scot’s head whips around in shock. 

     “Si-Simon, wha- who- ye-?!” He sputters, much to your amusement. 

     You stroll over to the blond and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, patting his shoulder fondly. 

     “Forgot to upload your menu to the website. I'll be in your office if you need me,” you wink, then send his friend a small wave. 

     Simon hums in agreement, giving your ass a playful swat as you walk away. Even as you shut the door to the office, you can still hear Johnny’s flabbergasted rambling.

[moon-river-me]

hey i saw you're open to requests!

What about a hotch x reader fic where he's reunited with an old friend on a case and he gets all flirty and flustered? No angst, happy ending if poss 👀

Aaron Hotchner x lawyer!reader

sfw, reuniting, fem reader <3 no haley or jack mentioned and no specific season

Eyes meet across the room. Warmth fills his gut. He knows those eyes, he memorized those eyes, he loved those eyes.

“Aaron?” your voice still sounded the same, like honey and warmth, like the soft and lulling pitter patter of rain on a spring’s night. Just how he remembered.

You made a B-line for him, at a determined speed. That’s another thing he remembered about you, so determined. Throughout all of law school you both would compete, for anything and everything, you almost always won.

“It’s really you, huh?” looking at him with so much admiration he needed to break the contact. “So, what’s a hotshot FBI agent doing here? Come back to beat the score.” You jest, hitting his elbow with your own. The score was something sacred back in your university days. It was a tally between you two, one that would update every time one of you got a higher grade, an award, a commendation, or stayed sober the longest, the last one was always biased. He fondly remembered nights of drunken giggles and takeout while watching badly written court tv shows on your thrifted couch.

“Oh no, those days are long gone. Any more tequila and my liver will go into failure.” A ghost of a smile paints his lips.

“I still get flashbacks after a mere whiff of the thing.” Your laughing sounding more of an amused snort, not caring who saw you. That was something Aaron always loved  liked about you, not once in the entire time he knew you did you ever care about how others viewed you. You were so uniquely you that he truly believes if another you appeared one day, the earth would stop spinning.

Emily and Morgan walked up behind him; he could see their smirks through the back of his head. “Hotch, I didn’t take you for a tequila connoisseur,” Derek was in view now, offering his hand to you, “Derek Morgan.”

“y/n l/n,” you state as you shake, “and you should have seen him in our second year of law, god I thought I was going to have to drag him to emergent care some nights.” Your words were embarrassing, but your eyes were filled to the brim with joyfulness, you make eye contact once again and it is as if the world stops. “But of course I was no better so I would be a hypocrite to say anymore.” You grin, your lip getting a slight tug from your teeth. Aaron felt himself blush as his brain began to create images of that lip, and those teeth, and that smile, and oh those beautiful eyes.

You noticed the change in his demeanor, you always had. Except this time, your eyes twinkled in victory. “So, what do you guys need?” you turn you head towards Emily, although your gaze is stuck like honey to Aarons eyes.

“We were told that you were the prosecutor for the case we are working on. We came to discuss some things about the trial.”

“Oh of course, let me just grab the file. One second.” You turned to walk to your office; it was just principle that Aaron followed you, no other reason.  “Come on agent Hotchner, the file isn’t going to find itself, I need your expert profiling skills to uncover it.” You laugh as you reach your office. Aaron looked at his very amused coworkers and felt the flush of his cheeks get 2 shades darker.

“I don’t know who she is or if they have a history, but he followed her like a dog.” Morgan states, a belly laugh following as he finishes his senses.

Emily observed you through the glass, your head thrown back in laughter, and Hotch’s eyes staring at you with something that could only describe as a child on Christmas morning.

“He is whipped.”

A/N

short and sweet but trust me I will start doing longer ones.

requests are still open, please give feedback.

ik it's not the best but I hope you like it.

[symptomsofdeceit]

Finally back ish!!

I’m back from seeing my friends! It was really wonderful, I had so much fun with them 💕

After getting back things have been busy. I worked my longest shift so far (24 hours - 12 scheduled and 12 where I was on call but worked every hour), then I got sick.

I wanted to get straight back to game development stuff last month, but my laptop is finally starting to die 😅 so it’s time for me to get a new PC!

I’d like to build my own. I’ve never done it before so it’ll take a minute for me to figure everything out! I’ll be building a cute mechanical keyboard to go with it, too. I also bought a new desk with more space, so it’ll take a while for everything to arrive and me to finish my new setup.

While waiting for that I’ve done more writing though! I’m really happy with how the next part of Nalis’s route is going :)

The next update is going to require a lot of new backgrounds 😔 the arcade, a superstore, and 3 point-and-click areas (Nalis’s room, Thaumo’s room, and the lab). BGs are my least favorite things to draw but I’ll do my best!! I’ve been collecting good reference pics while waiting for my PC parts to arrive too.

I’ve changed some parts of the original demo too. I fixed some grammar issues, improved parts of the code now that I’m more familiar with how Ren’Py works, added a new Nalis CG for Nalis’s ending, and added the option to choose your MC’s aquatic animal + profile pic (when texting).

Because the code is different people will need to delete the old version before starting this one. I’ll include a tutorial when I release the next update.

My plan is still for 2 more big updates: the one I’m working on now (with the lab, arcade, and scenes in Nalis & Thaumo’s apartments), then the endings update.

As always I’m so grateful for everyone’s patience! And I hope everyone is doing very well!!

((edit: I wrote + posted this on my lunch break, so I can’t be online for long today! I’m on call from the end of my shift tonight until the beginning of my shift Monday, but if I’m not called much I’d like to be online more this weekend.))

[sigynpenniman]

Help me update Gerard's Wikipedia page photo!

I'm on a mission, and I need help. The primary photo on Gerard's Wikipedia page is currently this, from 2017:

It's a fine photo, but it's 7 years old. I'd very much like to update it to something more current, optimally something from the tour. Unfortunately, that hasn't gone well in the past. Several people have attempted to do just that, but the issue is that Wikipedia doesn't allow copyrighted images to be used except in extremely specific circumstances, and primary images on pages of significant people don't count. All the images people have previously tried to use (the most recent was a photo from Dallas) have been copyrighted and pulled from the Wikimedia commons, and replaced back to this one. I'd like to get it updated properly this time, but I need everyone's help.

In order to get under the Wikipedia copyright rules, the image needs to either be creative commons, public domain, explicitly permissioned, or own work. In other words, essentially, if it's not already released as creative commons, it basically needs to be an image you took yourself. I obviously don't have any, so I'm calling on the fandom.

I need photos that are:

taken either by you yourself or someone you personally know that you can seek permission from

relatively high quality and clean - photos taken on a phone are potentially okay, but they need to be decently straight on, crisp & well lit, not grainy or too dark. He needs to be framed fairly close (full body is fine, just not a tiny little mousegirl as seen from the back of the room) and facing the camera. They don't need to be looking directly at or making eye contact with the camera, but nothing from extreme angles or in profile.

semi-neutral - not of him screaming, rolling around on the floor, eating the microphone, etc. Singing & posing is good just no chaos or major upskirts.

decently representative - meaning, it looks fairly accurate to what Gerard actually looks like, so no makeup, blood, or masks. This means Sydney, Tokyo, Osaka, any shows with the clear plastic mask, the skeleton, black swan, the forehead bullet hole and WWWY (the old man night) are out. The rest of the shows are good though. I would especially love photos of the cheerleader. I would really love to make the main wiki photo cheerard.

SOMETHING YOU ARE WILLING TO RELEASE COPYRIGHT OF. Any image that goes onto Wikipedia effectively becomes creative commons when uploaded, and there is a rule specifically prohibiting the use of images that have been given "wiki permission" from their photographers - ie, the photographer says "this is okay to upload on Wikipedia but not anywhere else." That's against the rules, so you/your friend needs to be okay with the image being allowed for use by anyone forever, effectively

IF YOU HAVE A PHOTO THAT COULD WORK: DM me here or on discord. My handle is the same over there. I know there's not going to be a lot out there. Most of the best photos are copyrighted and most of what everyone has taken is chaotic, dark, grainy, etc. I know this is a longshot, which is why I'm crowdsourcing.

NOT YET ASKED QUESTIONS (FAQ):

"Isn't wikipedia editable by anyone? Why are you putting yourself in charge of this and asking for people to reach out to you instead of just asking someone with the photo to upload it to wikipedia themselves?"

Yes, Wikipedia is editable by anyone who chooses. If you have an image you have taken yourself that you think will work and want to go make this change, go for it. However, unfortunately, this is a less trivial thing than it seems. As detailed above, Wikipedia's copyright rules are extremely strict, which is why previous efforts have failed. Additionally, Gerard's article is semi-protected, which means it can only be edited by a registered Wikipedia user with a certain number of days on the website. Additionally, Wikipedia is actually pretty tightly controlled. Most of Wikipedia is closely watched by experienced editors and changes to popular articles (pages about current celebrities very much count) will be reverted if they don't meet guidelines. In fact, if you go look at the talk page on Gerard's wiki right now, a lovely soul has offered a beautiful photo of the secretary to be used for the article, but it's never been updated, likely because the photo is very low quality and not very clear, and doesn't show their face well. I have some experience editing Wikipedia, and I want to use that to guide this towards being done the right way. Previous attempts to update the image that fall outside of Wikipedia's guidelines have been reverted half a dozen times and that's why we still have the image we have. If you have a photo to use and Wikipedia experience, please go swap it in yourself, I'll love you forever. However, I know that's not something a ton of people have. So I promise I'm not trying to make myself god of a Wikipedia article here - I just want to shepherd this towards getting fixed for good by making sure it's done 100% above board this time, so it sticks.

If you don't have a photo, I would appreciate a reblog. I need as many eyes as I can. I know someone out there has something that will work - help me find them!

[lovebirdgames]

Progress Update - October, 2024

It is time…the first Quarterly Progress Update for our next game starts now! And we're kicking it off with a title drop!!! Drum roll, please! Tom, if you will help me out...

That's right! Heartbreaker joins the fray!

For the record that’s not the real logo, just a temporary one that I slapped together.

Before we get into it I would actually like to glance back at the past and detail what our development timeline looked like for Band Camp Boyfriend. It's possible this one might look somewhat similar.

2015-2017 - Writing 2017 - Commissioned art, created social media presence 2018 - Demo released on Itch.io in August Programming hell 2022 - Demo released on Steam 2023 - Full game released

The good news is this isn’t our first rodeo and I’m hopeful there won’t be so many growing pains this time.  We're also doing 4 routes and a shorter common route so that means less suffering for us. The bad news is I worked part-time 2015-2017 so I blazed through writing and now I work full-time…and I’m old…and my memory is failing me…but it’s okay, I’ve forgotten all the pain.

This time around we want to be sure we get all the writing down before we start commissioning art.  We had the tendency to keep going back and asking for more because the game kept getting bigger (saving up money was also a factor). We’re gonna make sure we know exactly what we want this time. We’d also like to save casting voice actors for much later in the process so they aren’t waiting around for years on end. So the demo for this game will not have voice acting. I believe I wrote about this a little before in our post-mortem. We’re learning from our mistakes, woohoo!

That said, this is what we’re hopefully visualizing for Heartbreaker.

2024-2025 - Writing 2026 - Big art commissioning year, a more exciting project reveal, hopefully demo release later in the year! 2027 and on - Programming hell! Casting! Soundtrack fun!

…If this was to line up with BCB that would mean 2031 release. Oh God. No, I wanna release it in this decade, thanks. This is very tentative and we’re determined to not take 7 years this time.

Enough about that! Here is what we’ve worked on this year!

Concept art: Lite was absolutely awesome (as always) and let us have sessions with her in which we worked on concept art of the main cast together. It was super helpful in bringing our visualizations to life and it will definitely aid in writing the story. I can't go on enough about how wonderful Lite is to work with, and it was amazing to watch her go. She would whip up a number of poses, face types, or hairstyles for us to choose from. It was really fun and we're very grateful for the time she spent with us.

The demo: That's right, the demo is written! Woohoo! Unlike Band Camp Boyfriend with its twisting, long-winded common route, Heartbreaker’s common route is a single day! Alex can sigh in relief because that’s one less nightmare in programming for her.

The demo will contain the one-day common route and the first two chapters of two different love interests’ routes (the other two are locked at the start of the game so you’ll just have to admire them from a distance). 

Brainstorming: Ahh my favorite part…talking long walks or going for coffee and coming up with ideas. Brainstorming is ongoing and includes character profiles, world-building, and route outlines. This game has a lot more lore and world-building than BCB, so it’s more of a challenge, but we’re here for it. I've already done a badly-drawn map of the setting. Just need to finish up some profiles for minor characters and do some of my own badly-drawn concept art. Then we move on to fleshing out the route outlines.

The first route: One goal I have is to try and finish writing the first draft of the first route by the end of the year! Which is insane because October is super busy for me, but I'm sure I can buckle down when it gets colder. It's a bit ambitious, but aim high, right?

That's all I got for now! Hope you're all feeling hyped and uh, patient, because we won't be able to show you any cool art for a while. ;v; Thank you so much for sticking by us and we appreciate every single comment that has mentioned looking forward to our next game! Enjoy the rest of 2024!!!

P.S. Today is my mom's birthday and yesterday was my sister's birthday, and also my best friend's birthday, HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAYYYY to these very important people. <3

[stargazedwinchester]

Dorothea | Sam

This one is also part of my Taylor’s Version series! The masterlist is right here!

I had to write something I missed you all so badly </3 I'm sorry if it's a little lengthy and/or bad, I've tried my best but writers block rlly has me in a chokehold :(

UPDATE: I have updated this slightly, so it's easier to read lmfao, pls enjoy!

Summary: Childhood best friend Sam Winchester has to suddenly drop out of school and leave you behind. After struggling to come to terms with his disappearance even now, you meet a familiar face that feels a little too close to home.

Word count: 1,430

It's never too late

To come back to my side

The stars in your eyes

Shine brighter in Tupelo

And if you're ever tired of being known

For who you know

You know, you'll always have me

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

Having someone who you could count on for the majority of your childhood really takes a mental toll when they up and leave with no hesitation.

He never mentioned coming back, he never mentioned how much he missed you, Hell, he never mentioned how much he appreciated your friendship of 13-ish years. Attending the same schools and college would’ve made you assume he would’ve missed you.

Even the smallest amount.

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

“Hey! Stop,” you laugh lightly, Sam nudging your arm gently, grinning at you. His hair falls over his eyes, in obvious need of a haircut. “Just try it,” He starts, shoving a drink towards you. The weird shade of green throws you off and you shake your head for the last time. “It’s not that bad.” He laughs again. “Sam, I swear, I’m not trying any more of your ‘food’. It’s not food, it’s blended leaves and dirt. It’s not good.” You flash a small grin at him, waving him away.

The autumn breeze picks up as you both sit atop a wooden bench on your campus. It’s not rare when you’re both able to accompany each other, never going without a moment together.

You both grew up together, Sam attending the same elementary school when he was just 9 years old, you had the same classes and seating arrangement, too shy to spark a conversation.

Whenever there were group tasks and after-school projects, you always got paired together. You had always insisted on going back to your place since his dad and brother were always out of town. You hardly questioned it, though. Even at 9 years old you were very understanding.

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

At age 22, you had to move across the States for work. A quaint town called Tupelo in Mississippi. A small, family-owned law firm near the middle of the city. You practically graduated when you put yourself out there, and an exciting new opportunity finally arose, enabling you to do something with your life instead of being forced to study in your room for hours, barely seeing daylight.

The chances of seeing Sam again were extremely low. Although it felt like heartbreak, it never was. You never dated. Just friends, right? So why did you feel so disheartened when he said little to nothing before leaving town if you’re just friends?

Every morning, like usual, you entered the same coffee shop for a quick breakfast snack and a coffee. You had practically made friends with the staff behind the counter, so they knew to get your order ready before you even entered the building.

You pay the cashier and wish them a good day, before turning to your left and noticing a rather gigantic frame sitting next to the window on a laptop, long hair covering his side profile. There are usually very few new customers, but you can’t say you haven’t seen this man here before. He looks intrigued by what’s on his screen. For a second, you think to sit down and enjoy your food before entering work for once. It’s definitely not because there’s a Sam Winchester look-a-like sitting in front of you. You had about 30 minutes until you had to be in the office anyway.

You inspect him, his expression showing intense focus. His hair is parted down the middle and his eyebrows are furrowed. He’s typing away on his laptop, his eyes scanning the screen. He leans back, shuffling in his seat.

You take a sip of your coffee, finishing your breakfast. You take your gaze off of him. Whether it’s Sam or not, you’re unsure what feelings would arise, and whether it’s worth the hassle of trying to rekindle the friendship that you once had. You missed him. With every inch of your being, you missed him. The connection you shared with Sam was ungodly. Absolutely no other person could compare.

As you stand up, you tip your empty packets into the bin before exiting. You open the door and a rather huge hand holds the door up from the top edge, keeping it open for you. “Thanks,” You hush, but loud enough for them to hear. You whisk your head back and meet eyes with the stranger that was sitting opposite you. His mane no longer covering his face, those familiar hazel eyes set upon yours. His friendly demeanour suddenly changes upon reading your expression. The guy’s lips part as if to say something, but nothing comes out. You turn around, eyes wide. What the fuck?

You exit the building and walk straight toward your office, hoping that he will forget and leave you be. It’s scary enough having to adjust to a new life without the person you have spent more than half your life with, never mind actually bumping into him again.

“Wait,” He calls out, planting his hand on your forearm and twisting you back around. Looking him in the eye wasn’t anything but a good idea. A thousand thoughts ran through your head, unsure whether to be angry at him or throw your arms around him and feel so extremely lucky and grateful that he’s back.

“Y/N,” He looks down at you, his eyebrows furrowed the same as before, but with a different meaning this time. “Sam, I-I have to...” You trail, pointing toward your office, unable to loosen any words from your throat. You look up at him, his eyes shining brighter than the stars above. Whether it’s a reflection from the sunlight or if it’s tears, either way, he’s still as beautiful as he was back in college. “I- I can’t. Not today. It’s too much.” You well up, and he holds you by your upper arms, his thumbs rubbing your skin gently. “I’m so sorry,” He whispers, trying to force a smile, but the corners of his lips wobble. “Please let me explain.”

So you did. Even though you were supposed to be at your job within 15 minutes, you called and said you had a family emergency and that you’re sorry but you can’t come in at any point today. They understood, of course, but they will never understand what in the hell has just happened.

It had been a couple of hours since you both had returned to the coffee shop, sitting exactly where he was before. He had updated you on what happened, the night his brother broke into his house, him spending the last few years with him, attempting to find their dad after his mother passed. They stopped out in Tupelo for a rest, but Sam was trying to find something... anything to help locate him.

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

“It’s just been so tiring,” He mentions, a small, helpless grin appears on his face. “Constantly on the move, no proper place to call home. Dean loves the drive of it all, though. The reason.” He explains, and you sigh.

“Purpose.” You add, and he nods.

“You know I have mentioned it to you before,” you say to him, and his eyes stick to yours. “What?” His glossy eyes glow in the late morning sun, the warm hue hugging his pretty complexion. You look down at your hands on the table, and his too. So close but barely touching, the tiny vase with two flowers breaking the genuine connection.

A red chrysanthemum, and a white tulip.

“Remember when we were 14 and your dad and brother forced you to go out of town with them, and I said to you that you could stay with me at my parents’ place? And your dad found out and got really upset with you because you were ‘betraying’ him? Or when Dean fought with you because you had a disagreement with John?” You remind him, his gaze stuck upon you, lingering and awaiting his turn.

“That if I’m tired of my life with them, I’ll always have you.” He says, his eyes gentle and caring. Remembering back to the times when it was difficult to have your own choice and say in what you do, and it was especially difficult if you were John Winchesters’ kid.

You smile at him, reaching to place your hand on top of his. Instead, he interlocks his fingers with yours, caressing the top of your hand with his thumb. You look at each other with such immense love, care and compassion it’s almost sickening.

“You will always have me, Sam. I can promise you that much.” You smile at him, and he pulls your hand towards his lips and plants a kiss.

Oh, you have no idea. You will always have me.

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 40]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

You paced around your living room, chewing on your thumb nail. When you heard the bell, you jumped slightly but scrambled to answer the door. Eden, Seonghwa and Jongho stood there with serious looks on their faces.

"Thanks for coming so quickly." You let them in. You looked around the outside before closing the door and locking it.

"What happened?" Seonghwa immediately jumped into protective mode, hugging you tightly with comfort and reassurance. Eden and Jongho sat on the couch.

"My old landlord sent me this... It happened after I left." You showed them the picture.

"That's not good." Jongho frowned.

"Luckily you got out of there. If you had decided to leave at a later time, who knows what could have happened." Eden shook his head. You gulped while Seonghwa rubbed your back.

"But you got out. It's okay." He comforted. You fought back the fearful sobs that tried to escape.

"We can't keep counting our lucky stars and praying for close shaves though. I'm glad you told us this instead of keeping it to yourself, Indigo. This right here means that this person or persons are escalating. They're showing that they are capable and willing to get in close proximity." Eden said.

"What should I do? I asked all of you here because I don't know what to do now. My old landlord will be getting the police involved, I told her I'll help with whatever I can." You sighed.

"You didn't contact the police before this?" Seonghwa asked, a small look of disappointment that you didn't do what you promised him you would.

"I'm sorry. I just..." You buried your face in your hands.

"No, don't apologise. This is not your fault, not at all." Jongho placed a hand on your knee.

"Eden hyung, does anyone know that Indigo moved or her new address? Who knows besides you, Maddox hyung and the Ateez members." Jongho asked.

"Only a handful of people that needed to settle the logistics and securing the apartment. I tried to keep it to as little people as possible so that word won't get out and possibly reach the ears of this person." Eden explained.

"I'm starting to think this is being done by someone on the inside." The youngest thought out loud.

"Why?"

"You and Mingi hyung barely have time to go out on dates. The only time someone would have seen you two together is in the company building. And who else knows where you lived?" He reasoned.

"That's true. When Indigo joined, her profile was kept as blank as possible and the media doesn't know her." Eden nodded.

"I still say we keep things under wraps while we launch our own investigation." Seonghwa suggested.

"I agree."

"No, this is exactly what I didn't want. Seonghwa and Jongho, you need to focus on the comeback. And Eden, I'm really grateful for this but you have more than enough on your plate with producing. I'm not going to add on to any of what you're doing." You said, looking at all 3 of them.

"But we can't let this go, Indigo. It's not right. What if you get hurt? This person can't get away with doing this to you." Seonghwa frowned and squeezed your hand.

"I'll go with my old landlord to the police. I promise, this time, I'll make a report." You said firmly.

"You update us on everything, okay?" Jongho requested.

"I will. I've already told ahjumma that I can't see Haneul for a while, I can't risk this person seeing her and threatening her. That's my main fear." You informed.

"Indigo, you need to worry about yourself too. I know you prioritise the safety of Haneul, Mingi and us. But please, this person could seriously harm you. You have to be careful." Seonghwa said.

"I'll make up an excuse to prevent people from entering the producer's floor. Only artists and producers are now allowed. And I'm sorry but you need to make sure no one sees you and Mingi, even at work." Eden sighed.

"Okay. With the comeback and music video coming up, we hardly get to spend time anywhere so that's easy." You nodded.

"Remember that we're in this together, Indigo. You're not alone, you don't have to suffer alone." Jongho patted your shoulder with an encouraging smile.

"Thank you." You shot them a grateful smile. You seriously don't know what you would do without them.

"When are you going to the police station with your landlord?" Seonghwa asked.

"Later this afternoon." You replied. Eden insisted on going with you for moral support. Althought Seonghwa and Jongho wanted to go with you since their schedule permitted, you all decided that it wasn't a good idea in case fans spotted them at the police station. It would just bring more attention to you.

"You'll be okay. I'll protect you." Seonghwa whispered as he hugged you. The words he told you were exactly the same as what you've been repeating to Mingi in silence.

That you would protect him and put him first. This person might get to you but you won't let them get past you to hurt Mingi.

"I'll see you soon, Hwa. Thank you." You mumbled. Seonghwa nodded and patted your back.

"You know where to find us if you need us. You're never a bother." Jongho said as you hugged him before the two Ateez boys took their leave.

"Eden, there's actually something else I need to talk to you about before we go to the police station." You gulped. Eden nodded and sat down on the couch, the coffee you made him in his hands.

"Mhmm, I'm listening." He nodded.

-

Just as you guessed, there wasn't much to be done by the police. There were no suspects to go off on. All you could do was file the report, submit the photos of everything that has happened so far and for them to keep the record.

"Indigo. You're here!" Wooyoung stopped dancing when he saw you at the door of the dance studio. He ran to you, lifting you up and spinning you around.

"Woo!" You squealed in laughter before he put you down. He gave you a big smooch on the cheek.

"Don't get me wrong, I love that you're here for me. But what are you doing here?" He asked, a cheeky smile on his face.

"Honestly, I don't know. I'm on break but I suddenly thought about coming see you so my feet naturally came to find you then here I am." You shrugged while giggling.

"I'm glad you're still thinking of me even though silly Mangi is always all over you. He's like your guard dog or something." He winked flirtatiously. You threw your head back in laughter. Wooyoung is probably the most vocal about his 'jealousy' and how he doesn't like that you spend most of your time with Mingi now.

"But Woo, I don't want to bother you if you're practicing dance." You said sternly.

"No, I promise you're not. There was just some free time so I hitched a ride with San to the studio. He's working out with our trainer now. I have English class in... an hour." He checked his watch.

"Oh, how has English class been okay?" You asked in English. You see Wooyoung's eyes widen in slight panic as he scrambles.

"Uh... Yeah! You know... English is easy! Okay!" He recovered with a smile. You laughed.

"Don't do that to me out of nowhere! I was not prepared!" He yells, slapping your arm in outrage. That only made you laugh more, making you crumble on the ground.

"You're so mean!" He pouted.

Instead of remaining in the stuffy studio, you and Wooyoung sat at one of the lounge areas in the artists' quarters. He ordered delivery coffee for you both to enjoy while you talked. Wooyoung was someone that you could talk to about anything under the sun.

"Are you excited for the comeback?" You asked, leaning back against the couch. Wooyoung sipped his coffee and nodded his head with a smile.

"It's always exciting yet nervewrecking when presenting new stuff to Atiny. You know, new songs, new album, new choreography, new video. I want them to like it." He said

"I get it. But they're your fans, they'll love it, for sure. Even if it's not their favourite, they'll always support you." You assured.

"I'm glad I get to showcase more of myself with each comeback. Whether it's dance, vocals or performance aesthetics." He tapped his chin.

"It's thanks to you, you know?" He looked over at you.

"Me?" You blinked, pointing at yourself.

"With each producer we work with, we discover more about ourselves as artists. We figure out what our strengths and weaknesses are in music. But I think working on this album with you, a lot of us learnt more about ourselves. You pushed us to experiment and try new things, especially during song camp." He explained.

"I think there's always more to an artist. No one is ever one dimensional in that way. Sure, strengths are highlighted but we rarely give ourselves a chance to try." You shrugged.

"That's true." Wooyoung nodded in agreement.

"How has your time in KQ been so far? Do you like it here?" Wooyoung asked you back.

"I do like it here, it's been good working with all of you, Edenary, the other creative teams. I'm learning a lot." You hummed.

"But...?"

"There's no but. I would say it's different. I have always been used to working alone and still am, in some way. But being here and working with the team has been really insightful." You explained.

"It's my first real taste of the industry above the underground scene. And I'm grateful to have a good experience right from the get go." You added.

"Right? We're one of the nicest out there." Wooyoung scoffed proudly. It's true, everything has been nice and smooth. You and Edenary hit it off well, understanding each other on a personal and musical level. The Ateez boys as well, all of you shared synergy.

"I've definitely picked up a thing or two here that has made me a better producer. Like Hongjoong helping me with my current OST project, I wouldn't even know where to start with that." You said.

"Well, in turn, we've learnt a lot about producing too. From you. And I think Hongjoong hyung also learnt some things from you."

"I hope it's good things." You chuckled.

"Of course, we only picked up the good things. None of us would want your terrible eating and sleeping habits." He snickered, making you slap his arm.

"That's mean and uncalled for. I'm improving and trying to follow a routine schedule now, okay?" You sulked.

"Sure..." He cooed, pinching your cheek.

"I've been saying this the entire time but this is the first time I experience working closely with idols orthe actual recording artist. I remain anonymous so I usually just send in my work and possibly edit a little here and there before the connection is cut. It's an experience for sure." You smiled softly.

"I don't blame you. The industry and the people that come along with it can be cruel. Especially since you're alone, you protect yourself in any way that you can." Wooyoung nodded.

"That's why I find it hard to believe we got along so well so quickly. I'm usually more private than this." You laughed.

"We're very trusting people."

"That you are. Not just the 8 of you but Edenary as well. It's not a cold producing factory here. It's a cooperative ecosystem, which I appreciate. " You agreed.

"Does that mean you'll stay?!" He asked excitedly, as if he had been waiting to ask this question, his previous conversations leading up to it. But at the way your face faltered, Wooyoung's excited smile fell slightly. Not for long though, he picked it back up quickly.

"It's okay, you don't have to answer that. Sorry, I asked. It was insensitive of me." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"N-No, Woo. There's nothing for you to be sorry about. I don't know what my future is going to be like in this industry so I don't want to make a promise I can't keep." You forced a smile.

"I understand." He nodded.

"Will you go underground again?" He followed up.

"I don't know. If there are good opportunities, maybe. I'm not boxing myself in a for sure plan. The music scene is always changing. I'll go wherever I'm wanted." You shrugged.

"You're wanted here..." He mumbled but you pretended not to hear him. You loved the boys, you really do and they have become such good friends. They've taught you a lot but you didn't know if your future was with KQ. You reached over to grasp his hand, bringing it to rest on your thigh.

"I would hate to disappoint you by saying one thing and doing another." You patted the back of his hand.

"Indigo, you would never disappoint me. I was being selfish by asking, you should do what's best for you and your career. Anyone would be lucky to have you on their team." He smiled.

"Thank you for saying that."

"I can't say I speak for the rest btu I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you had turned down a big opportunity just to stay with us." He said.

"Whatever you decide, wherever you go, we'll always be a family. You're not getting rid of us so easily." He grinned.

"Of course." You reached over to hug him. Wooyoung squeezed you tightly, the both of you letting out giggles. You realised that he was one of the ones that always appreciated tighter hugs.

"Ahem." Someone cleared their throat. You turned to see Mingi standing there, fresh out of the shower, towel slung over his shoulder and a judgemental eyebrow raised. You stifled a laugh as Wooyoung just continued to hold you, challenging Mingi.

"Let go." Mingi commanded.

"No. She was mine first." Wooyoung growled. Mingi squinted his eyes at Wooyoung, his jaw tense. He stepped forward and tried to separate the two of you.

"Ow, ow, Mings." You winced. Mingi immediately stopped and Wooyoung let you go.

"Sorry! I'm sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?" Mingi cupped your cheeks, guilt and worry crossing his face. You laughed.

"I'm fine, Mings. Your rings were just digging into my collarbone." You rubbed your sore collar. Mingi let out a sigh of relief but he still felt bad for hurting you even in the slightest.

"This is your fault." Mingi hissed.

"ME?! How is it my fault? You were the one who came and interrupted!" Wooyoung yelled, feeling wronged for getting the blame. Mingi glared, his arm protectively curling around your waist as he hoisted you up onto his thigh. But you squirmed, remembering where you were and your conversation with Eden.

"We shouldn't, Mings. Someone might see." You told him gently, not wanting to hurt him by rejecting his affection.

"But we're in the artist lounge and you had no issue hugging him out in the open earlier." Mingi nodded over to Wooyoung, who rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"You're right, we shouldn't have done that." You told him.

As you turned to continue talking to Wooyoung and drink your coffee, Mingi frowned slightly. You were acting weird. But Mingi wasn't going to bring it up now when Wooyoung was here.

"What do you think, Mings?" You asked, turning back to him. Mingi blinked in confusion.

"What?"

"Are you alright?" You frowned in worry.

"Yeah, I am. Sorry, I just spaced out for a moment. What did you say, baby?" He raised his eyebrows to show that all his attention was on you now. From the expression on your face, Mingi knew that he didn't convince you but you didn't press further.

"Wooyoung suggested for the whole group to come over to my place tonight for dinner. We can have takeout and just chill. Also as a housewarming of sorts." You relayed.

"Oh. If that's what you want, baby. It's your house." Mingi smiled softly, stroking your hair.

"Is everyone free tonight?" His question now directed at Wooyoung.

"Yeah. There's Idol Radio table read but that ends at 7:30. We can just start first then Yunho and Hongjoong hyung join us when they're done." Wooyoung nodded.

"Only if you're not tired." Mingi said.

"But are you sure you guys can? Don't you want the night off to relax and sleep? Plus, you're all on your diets..." You checked.

"That's for us to worry about, baby. We can relax at your place too, like you said, it will be a chill night. I'm sure the boys miss hanging with you. As for the diets, how about we buy the food, hmm? We know what we can eat so we'll buy what we need. So you don't have to worry about a thing." Mingi kissed your temple.

"Okay." You nodded. Wooyoung giggled excitedly, sending the group chat the invite. Everyone replied almost immediately, excited to just kick back and chill with you tonight.

"I have to go for my English class. I'll see you two tonight." Wooyoung stood up.

"Thank you for the coffee and the chat." You waved back. Wooyoung sent you a wink, which made Mingi tighten his hold on you.

"What's your schedule for the rest of the day?" You asked him. Mingi took his phone out to check his schedule.

"Well, I finished my work out with the trainer for the day. Then at 4, it looks like I've got Japanese class. I might head to the studio afterwards just to check in with Eden for a bit." He said.

"Should I wait for you?"

"No need. It'll be chaotic tonight so go home and get some rest if you're done with your work." He rubbed your arm lovingly. You nodded, naturally leaning back against Mingi's chest until your brain reminded you again of your surroundings and you sat up.

"Baby, are you sure you're okay? Is something the matter? You know you can tell me anything." Mingi asked, his eyebrows coming together in worry.

"I-I know. I'm fine, I just remembered I have to submit one of my production drafts." You lied.

"Alright." He pressed his lips into a thin line.

"I'll see you tonight, Mings. Have a good lesson." You squeezed his hand with a small smile. Mingi nodded with a soft hum, wrapping an arm around you to hug you loosely and briefly.

Once you were out of sight, you let out a sigh of relief. Mingi was definitely suspicious now, you had to act more discreet, which meant you would need to change your own habits. You couldn't act comfortably around Mingi anymore and risk anyone else seeing the two of you together.

Mingi stood in the lounge, where you left him, staring at the hallway where you disappeared off to. There was a dull ache in his chest.

You were acting different, not entirely, but as if you were trying to put some distance between you and him. Mingi felt like his worse nightmare was happening right before his eyes.

Were you getting sick of him? Or this relationship?

The feelings you had for him, were they slowly fading away?

~

Series Masterlist

[livingdeadmlm]

Back in February you mentioned you are interested in writing a Moder office au for rdr (if I am not mistaken) Could you share some of how you Invision the gang in 2010's?

I did! I love office romances so much I don’t know where the love came from but is it there and has been since I was a kid.

BUT I ABSOLUTELY CAN TALK ABOJT HOW ID INVISOM THEM IN 2010’s I am at work rn so sorry for any formatting issues or if I forget anyone/anything

Okay so

Arthur I imagine would be about the same, johns older brother who goes around doing odd jobs for people in town.

I absolutely believe Arthur would be very late to technology and he still has a whole shelf full of CDs and DVDs and a box with all his and John’s favorite movies on VHS. At most he has a ps3 MAYBE a ps4 in his room that he only uses to watch movies and like YouTube videos.

But Arthur surprised everyone when he made an instagram account on his own with no profile photo but posted anything he found on the road on his story. Think one day it’s a nice sunset and the next one is a photo of a wild bunny resting on his lap taken at such an awkward angle.

The only actual posts he has is ones Mary-Beth and Tilly posted for him of him on his birthday and other holidays

John though is much more on the internet but has somehow avoided any of the right wing pipelines that were so prevalent at the time. He thought pewdiepie was stupid from the jump and each year that passes he’s only proven right

I think John would be into the alternative music scene. But knows no actual band names even though his closet is mostly band tee shirts and denim jackets

“Oh wow cool paramore shirt! What’s you fav song?”

“What’s a paramore?”

“…”

But I’ll get self indulgent here I think both John and Javier love getting into arguments on the internet with other people.

When either of them start loosing they’ll tag the other and just shit on the one person in the replies.

And on a few occasions is Sean who they’re fighting with without knowing because he has like 10 accounts on every platform and keeps forgetting his password.

John loves random ass games he’d find at the local GameStop.

He played all the Dead rising games with Hosea Dutch and Arthur watching after dinner for a few weeks.

Javier has a Facebook account he got logged out of and it has photos of when he was one of the OG emo kids from the 2000’s

Occasionally one of the gang members sends a screenshot of his old Facebook statues updates and he wants to explode them with his mind.

Karen will text him ‘rawr XD’ sometimes just to make him mad

Javier also has a big physical media collection and sometimes he and Arthur will trade CDs or DVDs

Charles isn’t as behind as Arthur but will he is the one Arthur will text asking about acronyms and what they mean.

Charles thinks it’s really funny when he’s out fishing to take photos like those white guys on dating apps holding their fish.

Charles has a Xbox 360 and a Wii set up in his living room even though both consoles are very well loved they work great!

Lenny has a PS4 and played OG Fortnite on his beat up school laptop

Lenny also likes to write down song lyrics in a notebook and write what he thinks it means vers what it means in context.

Lenny can’t drive so occasionally it’s Arthur or Hosea that offer to take him to class

Arthur and Lenny have a shared YouTube playlist of music that’s an absolute mess of genres but they made one after Arthur’s CD bag was too full to carry all their music.

Hosea and Dutch’s text messages are funny to read because Dutch needs reading glasses but refusing to wear them so all his messages are in all caps and Hosea responds very politely because he knows Dutch isn’t upset

“BRING MY MY BOTTLE FROM THE ROOM PLEASE I FORGOT IT”

“Okay dear”

Or even worse Dutch will send voice messages to everyone and at MINIMUM they are a minuet and thirty seconds long.

Hosea figured out how to connect his phone to his car speaker and listening them while out running errands

Sean streams every Sunday night and gets pretty regular views but he gets timed out on twitch often for cursing so much

Lenny usually is his duo on streaming nights

He had Charles on once but hasn’t had him back because the chat was dying over Charles sounding so attractive and it bruised his ego.

Karen absolutely is a Basic White Girl on Instagram in the best way ever. When those Starbucks secret menu drinks started she’d go in when Mary-Beth was working with Tilly by her side and they’d ask for a drink Mary-Beth had never heard of before to fuck with her.

Mary-Beth has posted to her insta story begging people to stop asking for whatever unicorn frap bullshit they found on Pinterest cause she’s just throwing whatever in a blender and praying for the best

Speaking of Mary-Beth has both Tumblr and Pinterest and it’s all photos of cute bookshelves in old houses or whatever current fandom she’s in

Mary-Beth has a YouTube channel where she talks about the books she’s reading and rating them

Karen has a vlog channel where she’s really popular for being relatable and real but she posts like once a month

Tilly would absolutely become a cosmetology student with Abigail and as support most of the men in the gang go to their school so they can practice on their hair.

Except Dutch. He likes his hair too much and while he knows both Abigail and Tilly are talented he’s nervous cause his hair is already so hard to maintain.

BUT (because at least where I live in the 2010’s you had to do waxing, hair, nails and makeup classes) Dutch does have them fix up his nails once a week and leaves a huge top to make up for the lack of haircuts

Arthur watches Karen’s and Mary-Beth’s videos to support them. He will comment and like each video

“Well said 👍”

“Karen when did you record me.”

Hosea has FarmVille on the family computer in their home and a Facebook account to be nosy on other peoples lives

Mary-Beth and Tilly unironically love twilight and each year fall came around they’d rewatch the movies together as a girls night.

Abigail joined them now and then cause she thinks the movies are fun to laugh at

[s-sputnik-k]

Results are in! Ngl I was expecting the Codywan to win so I'm pleasantly surprised that you guys want to see my clone oc fic :}

In honour of the poll winner, here's a bit of extra info about a couple of the ocs that I made for this fic:

Drift | INFJ | Strategy and vehicle specialist

About: Wise and sensitive, often acted as an anchor for his batchmates growing up. Now that he's separated from them and finds himself in this specialist group, he's put up a friendly front while he assesses this ragtag crew. While he seems calm and a little distant to most, anyone who knows him well would know he's as turbulent as his driving

Notable features: Disney prince middle part haircut, painted nails, purple armour paint

Jam | INTP | Mechanic and comms specialist

About: Intelligent but indecisive, always searching for a better answer and reluctant to conclude things until he has all the facts. He has an absurd and meta sense of humour that sometimes nearly breaks the 4th wall, but he's often too distracted in his research to realise how close his theories are to the truth. He's private, forgetful and easily distracted, so he's created his own shorthand to write his notes in

Notable features: Regulation clone haircut, geometric tattoos under his eye, behind his ears and on the backs of his hands. They're written in his shorthand language so only he knows what they say, and only one of his batchmates really knows that they're just formulas and notes that he needs to remember. Pink/maroon armour paint

Foster | ENFJ | Leader and strategy specialist

About: Previously a lieutenant leading a platoon in the 212th, but has been out of combat for some time to recover from an unknown medical condition. In the meantime, he made himself useful by helping to train cadets, and has found his love for leadership beyond just the battlefield. But duty calls, and as soon as he's discharged from Kamino, he finds himself assigned to lead this new secret squad

Notable features: Short side part, neat beard and a few small commemorative tattoos that match with his old batchmates and his brothers in the platoon. 212th yellow armour paint

These are the first three of the seven clones on this crew, and I'll also be working on art to show their appearances. Thanks to everyone who voted, I hope you enjoy the fic when I start posting it! (further updates will also be tagged with #schrodinger's chancellor to make it easier to find on my profile)

[natsmagi]

Hey there! Just a general question. Your account is rated 16+ and you're all about it, but kind of frequently post softcore porn and revealing art (a lot of chest groping, sexualized outfits, etc). You've advertised your 18+ poipiku and just limited it to followers only with no additional passwords, but that also permits your followers who are minors to see. Just asking of why do you need the engagement from 16 and 17 year olds? (and of course younger, of not being a priv acc, because many below that follow you) I’m just curious! Is it that hard to make your accounts 18+ and block minors and people with no age in bio?

hello! the 16+ on my profile is more of a content rating, NOT a desired audience rating. in my eyes i had always viewed warnings such as 16+ to be for raunchier stuff but nothing explicit, and 18+ to be for the explicit stuff, so i had just made the assumption that since my stuff is raunchy and not explicit itd make sense to slap a 16+ content warning on my page. however this topic is rather nuanced, and you can argue some of my art treads too closely to being "explicit," so, if i am wrong on this, im more than willing to update my abouts. this account has only ever been a place for me to share my art, and i havent really stopped to think about who might be watching enough as i generally try to avoid thinking about these accounts as much as i can. and for that negligence i do apologize

as for the poipiku stuff; i created it so id have a place to post nsfw stuff without flashing people with it. i always state on the post that it is 18+, indicating i do not want those younger to be interacting with it. i cannot control what my audience does or doesnt do, nor do i have any way to tell if im being lied to or not when it comes to ones age. i like to avoid using my art tumblr and art twitter as much as possible, so if i were to add a password it would still be something easy to crack that minors may still disrespect. i made it followers only so my stuff wouldnt spread further and to minimize its reach

either way, my art accounts are predominantly places for me to simply post my art and, on occasion, my thoughts. i do not use my art accounts as a hangout place or somewhere to socialize, and i avoid checking my followers alot because i dont wanna obsess over numbers and an audience for my own sake. i am not always on this account, and i barely touch my art twitter at all, i dont really know everything thats going on and whats happening as i try to keep to myself and stay in my own little bubble.

i understand what youre getting at, and if you think there are better ways for me to go about keeping minors safe online then im more than willing to hear it out. please note though that this account is not my entire life. this is not where i spend most of my time. i have other things i need to do, thus i do not have time to monitor every single person who interacts with me. this accounts sole intent is to simply share what i make, and i hope that those too young to interact will respect that its not for them, because at the end of the day theres truly only so much i can do.

you are making this sound predatory when its just me being overly avoidant of interacting with others, which by proxy has lead to me giving lackluster precautions which is worthy of criticism on its own. you dont need to make it into something bigger. i agree that i probably couldve set better boundaries, but at the end of the day i dont use these accounts alot and i try to mind my own business, because frankly i dont like having alot of eyes on me. but the negligence of my accounts is definitely an oversight on my end, so for that i do apologize. i had added the 16+ rating before i started posting raunchier stuff, and its kinda snowballed since. so either way it likely is time for an update

[amelias-calamity-quintet]

Amelia's Zelda Calamity Quintet Resource List

Hi there, I'm Amelia (she/they). You may also know me as Hart or Echo (my old handle was echosound). This is a master post of links for my works as well as all the tags I use on this blog. This post will be pinned on the blog and I will update it as needed so check back if there's something new.

You can find my profiles here: AO3 - Wattpad

Expanding Hyrule Community Discord (16+)

Quick FAQs

Is this a main blog? This is a side blog, my main is @amelias-hart.

What kinds of LoZ fics to you write? All of my fics are fully original legend and long form stories. My average chapter length is 3k and the shortest of my fics (not in a series) is currently drafting to be like 100 chapters. You can read the spark notes here.

How adult/mature are they? It ranges, but typically it's pretty tame. I don't really handle gore and explicit scenes, and I'm not a fan of dark fantasy generally as a writer. If fics are rated adult/mature, it's typically because the main characters are largely adults.

Is there romance? We're on that Zelink train, absolutely! There are no explicit scenes, again, so the range here is fluff (GoS, RA, aTfA) to some more mature flirting with some innuendo being about the most serious content (DAD). Maybe a more intense kissing scene once the slow burn gets through to that or a fade to black (MoaH).

How do you write so much? Autism, baby. Got that clinical hyperfocus going.

Do I need to read your fics in a certain order? No, all of them are stand alone but they do share a linked timeline in the following: GoS -> MoaH -> RA -> CoL -> DAD (And honestly it's really just GoS and MoaH with any "serious" timeline lore connections). You can read more about the Quintet here.

Can I make fanworks of your characters? Yes, absolutely, you are more than welcome to make works based on mine, please tag me in them or send me them! If you post art and are ok with it, I'll include them in relevant works with a link back to your blog! You can see more about that on this post.

Fic List

Goddess of Secrecy (Complete) - #goddessofsecrecy, #gos, #gosspoilers

Hyrule has only ever dreamt of an end to the resurrection of Demise. With the returning of an ancient power, that dream could finally be fulfilled. Can the Hero of the Fourth Goddess save Hyrule once and for all?

Fic Links: AO3 - Wattpad

Mark of a Hero (Updates on Tuesdays & Fridays, 2 of 9) - #markofahero, #moah, #moahspoilers

Hyrule is at peace, or so the Royal Family would have its people believe. Something is afoot in the kingdom, and someone needs to do something about it. Least likely would be Marksmen Link Sayre- a mercenary and monster hunter doing his best to get by. Until a job goes wrong, and he gets roped into the secret plans of Hyrule's princess. Now Link must play the part of the Hero to dive deeper into the mystery, and maybe stumble into a legend of his own.

Fic Links:

Book 1: AO3 - Wattpad

Book 2: AO3

Book 3:

Book 4:

Book 5:

Book 6:

Book 7:

Book 8:

Book 9:

Prequel:

Series Link: AO3

Arc Progress & Spoiler Reference

Character Reference Page

General Setting Resources Page

Restoration Age (Hiatus) - #restorationage

Hyrule has grown. The fairy tale kingdom that has endured for eons is no more. And while historians argue over what history needs to be preserved, Hyrule endures and thrives in the modern age. With the proverbial guide book gone, where will the kingdom go now? And what would a Hero mean for a country that no longer needs a Hero?

Fic Link: AO3 - Wattpad

Cinders of Life (Hiatus) - #cindersoflife

Hyrule has burned. No more is the vibrant kingdom that was once protected by the Hero. Now is the reign of evil, an evil without end. Hope is a word used without meaning, and hero is all but lost. Could one even stand if the people of Hyrule don't even know what they would be calling on?

Fic Link: AO3 - Wattpad

Day After Destiny (Hiatus) - #dayafterdestiny

Hyrule is beginning its new golden age. The king and queen prepare to hand their crowns to their daughter and her husband. It is a union out of legend, though legend is far from anyone's mind in Hyrule. For who would call upon ancient war heroes in a time of peace? The wars for Hyrule have been won.

Fic Link: AO3 - Wattpad

A Taste For Adventure (Hiatus) - #atasteforadventure

Hyrule thrives in a time of great bounty. The fields are full of food, and the people are content. But something is brewing in the corners of the kingdom, something to leave a bad taste in the mouth. Perhaps it's time for a new Hero to step up to the plate!

Fic Link: AO3

Other Custom Tags List

#original legends/#loz: original legends - Community tag for Legend of Zelda works about original iterations of Hyrule. Check out @expanding-hyrule for more details.

#moahmemes - This is for memes and quotes redone with the MoaH cast for fun, mostly for character exploration and cause it's funny.

#moah worldbuilding - In character worbuilding snippets about various topics for the MoaH era of Hyrule.

[hayanwulf]

Questions questions questions!!!

How many asks do you get per day? How many are in your inbox right now? What are your current WIP's? What are you working on rn? How do you get these amazing ideas? How do you WRITE SO GOOD?

And now.... the million dollar question.

How are you? Anything exciting happen this week?

(you don't have to answer anything you don't want to, forgive me if I made you uncomfy )

Helloo, dear reader. Well, I’ve got semester exams coming up in less than a week, I guess that counts as exciting?

Haha, not super stressed though, don’t worry. Writing self-indulgent fics happens to be a great way to de-stress, so you might even see one or two one-shots pop up in my ao3 in the next few weeks.

I get rather infrequent asks, there is no regular rhythm. Currently there’s like 20 in my inbox (10 ironstrange, 10 strangefrost). Some of these are kinda super old actually, since I also write with the pace of a snail lol. (writers block is NOT fun)

My current wips.. if you mean the ones I’ve posted on ao3 already? There’s roughly 10. If you mean all my projects? ....Way too many to count, I’m afraid. My creativity is always running wild — way too wild, like seriously I lack the discipline required to sit down and write only One Thing before jumping into another lmao. You can look up the tag #wip game in my profile to have a sneak peek at few of my wips.

Out of the wips shown in #wip game, currently working on Out of Sight, Out of Body. From my posted works, working on my most recent isekai ironstrange, and Protege of Magic & Science might finally get an update, as well as some of my shorter posted wips that I really ought to have completed a long ago (Water Has Memory, Two Black Cats, Your Savior, For An Unspoken Vow).

Also working on a wip mentioned nowhere else thus far. It involves a world where powerful, dangerous winged fae dwell in the woods, a certain lonely fae who lives amongst the humans as a human healer, and a blacksmith who went through an awful tragedy, turning into a vengeful fae hunter...

(psst—I need a name for this story, guys, anyone got any good ideas?)

Anyways. Gee, I’m flattered you think my writing is so good. I suppose I love to feel and make others feel intensely, and that’s what mainly inspires my writing style. But then I turn the page back to see what I’ve written and go eugh, what the fuck is that? (impostor syndrome is not fun) Certainly enough to give me a constant low-burning posting anxiety, but thankfully I have readers like you to help me dispel that. So thank you.

I’m not sure how to answer where I get these ideas. It’s a complex mix of consuming other media — comics, novels, movies, fanfics (including other fandoms, not just marvel) — imagining what ifs, looking at common tropes/cliches and going do people not get bored of seeing the same predictable shit again and again? lemme twist something, the internet, the fandom, the english literature, tragedies & regrets of my own life, and everything in between. Sometimes all of them contribute to this new idea that popped up in my head, sometimes it’s none of that and was just a dumb half-remembered dream.

But the most important aspect is and will always be: the desire to share. I have these characters in my head that I absolutely adore, in this specific scenario, and they react in this specific way. And I know it’s so good, it’s sweet and beautiful and agonizing and heartbreaking all at once. But it’s not enough. It’s not enough because I want others to know how heartwarming and gut-wrenching this thing is. I want to share it, with the people who adore these characters just as much as I. This urge, this need to share the love and joy is what gets me to write. And as long as I have it, I’ll keep writing.

[woahpinkhorsegirl]

Hi mlp tumblr and bluey tumblr! Im Pink! Im hoping to share my stuff on here and discover other stuff!

This is my sona! She's a changeling but stays in her pony form almost all the time, just her preference :)

Im gonna start posting OCs and whatnot for both fandoms soon, but i wanna put here the list of Deviantart basemakers i used from at various points, mostly early on when i forgot to credit them. Hopefully I'll make new refs eventually and they'll have proper credits.

I have a huge MLP and Bluey next gen thing to post too so either look forward to that or check it out if its out by the time you read this!

Other information about me, if you'd like to know:

I am 19 years old, white, American, and ace bi. I'm a ciswoman but I go by all pronouns, she/he/they/it and neopronouns are all acceptable, whatever you see fit or comfortable to call me!

Trans people of all kinds are welcome on my profile, alongside queer people in general! I am pr0-choice and pr0-p4lestine, I don't talk about my p0litical stances much but those are the two most important i can think to mention.

Disabled people, with both invisible and visible disabilities, are also welcome (these feel obvious but I've seen people who make it feel necessary)

Non-white people are also welcome (again, unfortunate that I feel the need to clarify that, but I use twitter so :/)

I also saw a random post about this but just in case, anyone with coping mechanisms (like age regression) are also welcome. I won't judge you for doing what you need to do.

If i look like im censoring some words by using numbers or symbols, that's a force of habit. I don't like appearing in search terms unless I actively want to, it usually invites the wrong people, so i "censor" terms that I think might draw the attention of bad apples.

Uh just some boundary stuff I guess? I love OC interaction and I also enjoy RP. I don't like giving my discord to people so any of that is gonna have to happen here. If that's inconvenient or not gonna cut it, then my apologies :(

Uh my rules for RP are a tiny bit strict but not in the way your probably thinking.

Im one of those "planning ahead" type of roleplayers who like to map out a scenario and key events before we begin and occasionally take pauses between major scenes to plot elements of the future. If you can handle that, then I'd say your golden! Im not picky with the length or detail in responses, as long as theres something to work with, I can usually move things along. The only other restriction i can think of is: when it comes to the sexualities of my characters, please respect them. Thats really it :)

I do platonic roleplays, adventure, romantic, and slice of life. I'm not much for action stuff unless its the spice thrown into the other types occasionally. I'm pretty flexible though, so we can talk about it individually if need be.

Oh, and no nsfw RP. I dont do s3x, and im not much for depicting "elicit substances" to put it lightly. Alc0hol might be the only exception, if its kept in small doses. If for some strange reason our characters end up in a s3xual scenario, we're skipping to the aftermath.

Edit: Some of my OCs have romantic interests made/owned by my boyfriend. This element can be removed for romance roleplays if need be (although they will still be with his OCs outside of the roleplay)

So yeah uhm I think thats it! Im not sure if you can edit things on Tumblr but if you can then I guess I'll update this as needed! Thanks for checking out my blog!!

[lazarus-afterdark]

Lazarus's Profile

(Every time I went on Jeanz's profile(<3) I was like damn I really need to do this for Laz, so here's me getting off my ass and doing this properly. Details and military file below readmore)

(To Be Updated)

Nationality: Australian

Race: Mixed

Ethnicity: Hispanic

Born: February 14

Age: 38 years old

Name: Salazar Blackthorn.

Alt. Names: Lazarus (Current Callsign), [Redacted], [Redacted]

Pronouns: He?/Him? (he doesn't fully understand what pronouns are, he'd probably just nod and respond with whatever you called him including neopronouns. There's probably gender fuckery there that he hasn't figured out)

Alignment: RAEME(Royal Australian Electrical and Mechanical Engineers), Australian Army, Australian Defence Force (ADF), TF141(partnered), Japanese Special Forces Group(partnered,past)

Rank: Lieutenant (ADF), Artificer Sergeant Major (TF141),

Orientations: Polyamourous Bisexual

Height: 6'11 (213cm)

Build: Hourglass, but a bit hard to tell considering how bulky they are. Simular in build to König if you need a reference.

Eye Color: Dark brown

Hair: The base is a curly black, but the edges are burnt straight, making it seem almost wavy. Hair curls up around his ears, but if pulled at it goes down to his shoulders, allowing him to tie it into a ponytail when he needs to.

Misc. Appearance Details: [dark] light skin, arm band tattoo, heavily calloused fingers, minor (and not so minor) scars of all kinds litter his body like a tattoo tapestry,

Revealed Appearance Details: Y shaped scar on torso (iykyk)

Notes/Headcanons:

Joined the 141 as part of the alliance between countries, being part of Australia's inclusion (and thus was hired by Laswell)

Lazarus seems to have a poor opinion of anyone who uses his first name

Due to at one point cooperating with the Special Forces Group he became lightly obsessed with Asian foods

Favorite alcoholic beverage is Sex on the Beach, he will never admit this

Favorite non-alcoholic beverage is Jarritos Sangria

Will carry anyone if asked

Chronic Pain, which his job certainly does not help

Does weights and maintains his physique literally just because he wants to carry around his men

Enjoys foods with strong flavors and only hints of sweetness

Has a little garden, someone else has also been taking care of it, but he doesn't know who

His favorite constellation is Lupus

He loves animals but refuses to own any

His garden has a nest of sparrows now, they get along relatively well

[cre-art-lve]

Here's a link to my blog, but also I'll make the post here!

Let Us Dream of Something Different - February 6th, 2025

I do not know who reads my blog. I don't have analytics turned on and I do not have a space for people to comment. But I feel like we all need a space to speak, even if it's to no one but ourselves. Social media has made many things public. I remember... Edmodo? What a throwback. That was a school blog of sorts. Only your class could read your words. And they had to. And during that time, everyone had a blog through tumblr or something. We had those abstract geometric shapes as our profile pics. And there was really no incentive to promote or market our words. 

Currently, things feel very bleak. But bleak feels too passive a word for what is happening right now. We want to set fires, we want to shake those in power, we want the world to change. But we have never known a world without capitalism. Our imaginations are limited. Every TV show, movie, and book operates on a system of currency and government. We do not have popular stories without those elements. If we do, it's from the perspective of the untouchable rich (Bridgerton, ACOTAR, etc). And we either dream of escaping the rat race, or we dream of being swept away into the world of the privileged. 

We have many old thinkers who wrote of other forms of government that may perhaps work. Propaganda has made the idea of any other system seem demonic or unpatriotic. So we do not have many updated ideas. They do not write about the rise of technology. They do not write about the change of human values. They do not write about a world obsessed with line goes up. 

There are no gates out of Omelas. There is no untouched forest holding a simpler world we can escape to. We cannot simply stop participating. Well, we could. But that would mean being homeless and without our modern luxuries of clean water and air conditioning. How willing is your average person to go without these things? Climate change also makes it harder to give up. The hotter the world gets, the harder we will work to keep our ac. The more we hear about the lack of clean accessible water, the more we feel we have to hang onto what we get. And the harder we work, the hotter the world gets. 

There is very little we own. 

So we feel despair. Adam Conover said in one recent video, that despair is a useless emotion. I agree. We should be taking action instead of despairing. We read so many books about the few heroes who resist fascist regimes, and we think if we were forward thinking enough, that that would be us. 

But the difference between those characters, and us, is that they have nothing to lose. We have everything to lose. We could lose our homes, our livelihood, our rights that were written in flammable paper. Our lives. We want to say to our kids in the future that we were part of the resistance, but very few are. 

So with everything to lose, what can we do? What can we do to at least support the few heroes that try?

I think we can start with giving up some dumb luxuries. Just so we don't feel so powerless. I think we can give up streaming services. I definitely don't read as much now that I have an endless supply of anime. I think we can give up some social medias. I deleted the apps and that helps tremendously. Also, I think they do hardly anything to encourage me. I understand the importance of connection, but I do not understand the importance of product placements and gossip. Especially if I do not personally know them. I think we can give up on new fashion trends and makeup. Fast fashion previously purchased can last a while washed on cold and hung to dry. Makeup always expires before you use it all. I understand the importance of looking presentable, and the confidence it gives. But that does not include the latest and greatest stuff. So at least buy it less. Any step forward, even going in circles, is progress. We cannot dodge the passage of time after all. 

What else can we give up on? There are probably more things we don't need. We probably don't need the smartest phone now that I realize most of them brag of being used for even more social media or doing thinking for you. I probably don't need smart watches. I really don't find it helpful to know how many steps I took. I mostly just disappoint myself with it. I don't need more than one pair of glasses. So I will stop buying so many. These are my personal things. I know this does not apply to everybody. 

I think we should spend a lot of time this summer looking at the clouds, laying on a blanket on the grass. Doing free activities. Time is money after all, and we should not be giving that away so easily. I think revolutions started because the population was not sedated by modern luxuries. People only had each other for entertainment. When we cannot afford anything anymore, we will go back to chatting for fun. I think that is something the rich do not understand. As they no longer or maybe never needed to chat for fun. Maybe they'll try to stop us from doing even that. 

I think we should borrow and trade. The lack of the passage of currency between hands will show a stagnant economy. Line will not go up. We should borrow from libraries, from friends if libraries aren't funded in the future. We should trade things with our friends. One good for another. This makes no one richer than the other. 

I think we should write more. We should have recollections and copies of what happened in our lives. The brain can be faulty and we can always lose memory. We should also not feel obligated to write of such high caliber and popularity to get published by a big company for the big bucks. We should just write to trade stories. Our own silly tales should not be incentivized by anything but being told to someone else. We should just write to purge our feelings and thoughts to be read again at some later date. We should draw funny comics for our friends. No one needs fame to survive. To live a happy life. 

If the world goes to shit, my dreams of being a comic book writer, writer, and artist will simply morph into a livelihood of traveling around telling stories. Hopefully my cats like me enough to follow me around. People still lived long fulfilling lives during the fall of civilizations. And we as a species are bound to grow, change, live, and die. So let us protect our friends. Let them know they can have shelter with us. Let us give our kids memories of joy so when times are tough for them, as times are inevitably tough on everybody, they have a memory to sleep happily with. 

Let us dream and imagine better societies. Let's write them down and share them. Let's think of the systems set in place to sustain peace. The nitty gritty details. When someone says something to challenge your idea of sustained peace, think of what can be put in place to discourage corruption and evil. These are hard and confusing thoughts, but ideas are polished, not born perfect. 

I know we are creatures of ease. Any mouse and chimp experiment can show us that. We do what's easy and enjoyable by nature. So what can we dream up, so that a society can find it easy and joyful to be good and kind, and insanely difficult and tiresome to be corrupt and evil?