#I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL JULY 27 I NEED THIS NOW

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The Dragon Prince | Season 5 Official Trailer

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

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7/27/23 or 27 July 2023 🌊🦊&⚡🦔

Surge and Kitsunami travel across dimensions, seeking Dr. Jester’s unique guidance about a problem that’s recently been weighing them down. 

A sterile glow from the hallway cast light into the dim scanning room of Dr. Jester’s facility, where two of his henchmen were stationed. Inside the control room on the far side was a desk with several computer monitors. Beyond the glass window to the left of the monitors was the examination room. Dr. Jester sat quietly at the desk, reviewing dozens of images produced by the scanner. He had recommended full-body scans of Surge the Tenrec and Kitsunami the Fennec in order to examine their complex system of cybernetics. The very same cybernetic enhancements developed by the late Dr. Starline.

While he worked, the chaotic duo waited at a table behind him. Surge kicked her feet up while Kit stared at the screens intently. It was a familiar scene for the two cyborgs.

Cybernetics interwoven in the soft tissue... Why? It would've been so much simpler to build androids. Implanting such devices had to have been absurdly complicated, but credit where it's due.

Frankly, the doctor couldn't wrap his mind around the design of these internal supports. It seemed Dr. Starline was just as short-sighted as his idol. Yes, his idol, the Egg Emperor—better known as Dr. Eggman. Once upon a time, Dr. Jester and Eggman, too, worked together as allies. And like Dr. Starline, he longed to have his genius recognized by that man. It took an ambush for him to finally realize that Eggman had no respect for him whatsoever. However, Dr. Jester survived. 

Enough. He steered his mind back to the task at hand. He had a theory that the impracticality of the design was intended, possibly as a tactic to create dependency in the two subjects. It was another way to control them, as he alone had the knowledge to maintain their inferior cybernetic enhancements. Truly diabolical. It was all so amusing.  Once again, he had to praise that platypus.

He glanced at Surge and Kit. The movement alerted the two and they looked at him expectantly. 

"Well? You done?" Surge asked.

She and her companion hopped out of their seats and approached the doctor's chair. He supposed he'd gathered sufficient data. Now it was time to put on a show. Dr. Jester enlarged the scans on the screen and spun his chair around, ready to address them.

"Inside your bodies is an extensive system of cybernetics—"

"Yeah, we know," Surge interrupted, "Could ya maybe skip through the presentation a little, Tin Man?"

Dr. Jester glared at the petulant child, "—I know that you know. Will you let me finish?"

Surge scoffed at him.

"As I was saying, as much as I hate to admit it—it's more complicated than I had anticipated."

Surge and Kit exchanged slightly perturbed glances.

He got up from his chair and walked over to Kit, looking down at him, "Tell me, have you been feeling any pain lately?"

"A-A little. Why?" Kit asked.

"It baffles me how your tiny bodies accepted those cybernetics in the first place," he said, kneeling by Kit. "Unfortunately, there is a problem: your bodies will grow, the implants will not. That discomfort you've been feeling, Kitsunami? You could call it growing pains."

The doctor instructed Kit to remove his glove so he could examine his hand, to which Kit obeyed. Dr. Jester palpated his wrist with his fingers. The boy flinched as the robotic hedgehog felt the metal wiring. Once he finished, he slipped the glove back on.

"Every single piece of these implants will have to be replaced eventually, perhaps sooner for the little one. They were not designed to accommodate growth. You two will have to endure multiple surgeries until adulthood. And, if you survive that long, the cybernetics will still have to be replaced periodically."

His nonchalant tone did not match his worrying statements.

"Well, you're smart, aren't you?" she retorted. "Can't you design new ones? Ones that won't need replacing?"

"Growth-accommodating cybernetic implants do not rule out the need for surgeries; they only lessen them. Alternatively, we could try a single operation. Yes, I could extract the cybernetics entirely and—"

"But, then we'd lose all of our abilities,” Kit voiced his concerns. “What if we don't survive?"

"Yeah," Surge's brows furrowed, "we're not doing that."

"Ha! If you’re concerned about survival, then roboticization will save you from all that pain. Believe me, it's the best, long-term solution. Dr. Starline may have known how to maintain your enhancements and keep you alive, but, hm... He's gone, isn't he?"

That name. Just the mention of it left her shaking. She hated how it cut into her psyche. Surge gritted her teeth and clenched her fists at her sides. No matter what, that man just wouldn't stay dead. Her body and eyes sparked with electricity. Kit took a few steps back and rose into the air using his hydro coils. His eyes glowed red, perhaps as a warning.

"That's the best solution?! You, turning us into one of your machines?! Forget it!"

Surge and Kit moved to the doorway but were blocked by Dr. Jester’s robots, Saturn and Genesis. They took a step back, squaring up for a fight. Dr. Jester chuckled.

"Here's the thing, children: like any creator, Dr. Starline survives through his creations. Yes, through you, he lives on. I'll unmake you and see to it that his legacy—his loathsome existence—is erased! Either I rip that frame out of you, or I fully mechanize you!"

Suddenly, Surge screamed and, in a quick flash, lunged at Dr. Jester. She threw him off balance with an electrically charged punch. He stopped the following swing by grabbing her arm and absorbing some of her power. His teal and magenta quills lit up—the electricity gave him a boost!

"I'm no pushover, you know!" He shouted, slamming her down.

She gasped, "Kit!!"

Kit attacked Dr. Jester with a powerful blast of water. His metal body collided with the multi-monitor setup, shattering some of his fancy monitors in the impact. He tumbled off the desk. Thanks to Kit’s assistance, Surge was able to regain her footing.

"What are you two deadbolts doing?!" the drenched doctor screeched at the robots frozen at the door. "Neutralize them!"

Genesis squawked apologetically. Saturn approached slowly, kicking chairs to the side and flipping the table. Dr. Jester complained about the wanton destruction of his furniture and equipment. Surge and Kit turned to face the approaching robots. 

"Hey, Drippy," she called, "Let's hit ‘em with the classic combo: you submerge 'em, and I'll zap 'em!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Kit then conjured a sphere of water to cage the two mechanical monstrosities, leaving them vulnerable to Surge's subsequent bolt of lightning. It successfully incapacitated the roadrunner but Saturn was able to resist the shock as Dr. Jester did.

The doctor stomped his feet, calling Genesis useless repeatedly. Saturn turned his attention to the boy. He fired a beam from his mouth. It scorched his abdomen and he fell to the floor.

"Hey! Don't you dare ignore me!" Shrouded in electricity, Surge bounced wall to wall, smashing into Saturn each time. Saturn shielded his face with his arms. Once her attack stopped, he forced her back with a single palm thrust. She fell back to check on Kit.

"C'mon, kid! I need you," she said before jumping back into the fight.

Kit clutched his stomach and whimpered. His body screamed at him to return to Surge and support her in the fight. He opted to use his hydro coils to lift himself off the ground. His knees trembled, but he was standing. He'd recover. Go to Surge! Support Surge!

Surge shocked Saturn, and went at him with spinning kicks, but he didn't seem to slow down.

He turned his attention to Dr. Jester. Perhaps he could distract the echidna by targeting him. It worked on Metal Sonic. There was a good chance this robot would protect his master, too. Kit wrapped Dr. Jester's limbs using small bands of water. Saturn's head rotated 180 degrees, followed by the rest of his body, at the sound of Dr. Jester's yelp.

Surge grinned. It was an excellent opportunity. She bumped her sparking knuckles, touched them to Saturn's back and released a massive discharge. He powered off, his body smoking from the voltage. Kit proceeded to swing Dr. Jester around and sent him flying toward Saturn at high speed. They crashed into the wall.

Surge wiped her forehead and gave a wink and a thumbs up to Kit. He sighed in relief, returning to her side. They had won this fight.  Kit cautioned Surge about the two of them lingering for too long, in case something else happened. Surge laughed thunderously, and they headed out.

"You won't last long in your condition," Dr. Jester warned them at the threshold. He was pinned against the wall, tangled in the sleeping Saturn’s limbs. "As machines, you would persist.”

"Oh, shut up! You don't know what's best for us, old man. Sure, these enhancements are a curse, but we're nothing without them. The kid and I will figure it out on our own—like we always have."

Dr. Jester laughed incredulously, "Then, why did you come to me for help?"

They left his question unanswered. Surge made sure to stomp on the bionic roadrunner on the way out. 

Dr. Jester sighed and smiled, caressing Saturn’s arm, “I won’t rest until there’s not a single trace of him left in that world…” 

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Surge and Kit casually exited from a back entrance of Dr. Jester's lab. The struggle against the doctor left them battered, though the damage was only superficial. Surge's clothes were torn, but her body had nearly fully recovered from the fight. Naturally, it was the same for Kit.

"Well, that wasn't the worst thing ever," Surge said as she adjusted her rings.

"Surge? I think... I think he was telling the truth—a-about the cybernetics, I mean."

"Yeah," she huffed, "I've been feeling it, too. Like, a dull pain all around my body, especially around my eyes... Feels like I'm being crushed from the inside."

Kit gasped, "No! W-We have to get you help right away!"

"From where, exactly?" Surge rubbed her forehead. "Hey, your plan from before—what was it?"

"Oh! Uh," he trailed off, "you won't... like it."

She snapped her fingers and demanded he look up and answer her. Tiny sparks flew from her hand.

"We could ask, um... Tails?" he squeaked and covered his face with his ears.

Surge let out a needlessly long groan. Kit apologized profusely. 

"Fine. We'll go with your plan."

"Huh? Really?!"

"Sure, whatever. Not like we got any other options."

Kit smiled tearfully, "Okay!"

"So, where's the nearest warp-thingy?" Surge asked, stretching her body for a run.

"The checkpoint?" Kit scanned the horizon and pointed north. "That way. There's another stage not far from here."

"Perfect! Good on you for being so mindful of your surroundings!" She ruffled his hair.

He giggled.

"Let's go get our second opinion," she said, crouching with her gloved hands touching the pavement. "Try to keep up, Drippy! We're off!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Kit brought his arms closer to his chest and readied his water pack.

Surge disappeared in a flash, electricity crackling in the spot where she had been standing. Kit gleefully took off running—arms outstretched—at an equally impressive speed, propelled by a powerful stream of water. Under the polluted sky, two streaks of light and water disappeared over the barren hills.

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Update 2023-06-27

Hello world! Thanks again to everyone who's submitting, filling those boards with LIFE! You're all doing fine, no worries! By the way, even if the format you submit isn't quite the 300x400px space your artwork will inhabit eventually, I can generally resize and bend things into shape just fine! I'll only come back at'cha if I really, really, REALLY can't figure out a way to fit everything without cutting off important bits, after all, I DO want your submission to look the best it can be! Submission Deadline - End of June - almost here, by the way! Starting July the 1st, I will begin to put together those final files. This will, however, take a week or so, so if you can't quite make it and your submissions are a few days late (I've also heard there's some strange concept called "finals" going on for a certain percentage of population)... DO NOT FRET. I'd rather you take your time, do the important stuff first and then send in a picture or two or four that you really are happy with. Hey, I'm an artist, too. I'm well aware that the true definition of "deadline" is "a few days past the deadline". However, please consider this: As I wait for the rest of the submissions from the void beyond time, I will not sleep. I will not rest. I will not have my daily cup of coffee. I will SUFFER. Sure, nothing's stopping me from sleeping or drinking coffee, but I'm doing this to make a statement. Do not make me suffer for too long, I get cranky. Well, seriously now, as long as the "Submit" link is there and open, we're probably good. And like I said, finishing up those files will take a week or so anyway, and until then I can continue to collect and stick submissions in with the others just the same. After that? I will change my Pinned Post and enter Hibernation Mode! But who knows, once in a while I do have to get up and do what nature commands me to (even a Blog's gotta do what a Blog's gotta do), maybe I'll check back to see if more people found this place by then and are now filled with regret that they didn't get to take part. That would be horrible. Heart-breaking! Man, I don't know if I could live with myself, all those lost souls in search for a spot on the legendary Whiteboards... *sigh*... I still need to think about this. Might do seasonal re-openings, if it turns out more people would like to join later. Especially for that Wildboard? - Oh yes, that's my codename for the board that could potentially contain any OTHER character or item or place from The Stanley Parable. - That idea did come a bit rushed, I will admit. Hang on, hang on, I probably lost you all by now. TLDR; DEADLINE END OF JUNE, very soon. If you submit a few days late, THAT'S OKAY. Finishing up those final files will take a week or so on my end, anyway. After that? We'll see. Dang. This IS a pretty amazing project, after all!

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#5

I just wanted to write a cute short fluffy drabble about Eddie taking care of the reader's bruised hand and then her getting infatuated with his hands because of how soft and caring he is with her. It was supposed to be sweet and innocent but now I'm 6 pages in and he's about to go down on her, this was not the plan!

120 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

#4

Somewhere only we know

(Aemond Targaryen x fem Reader)

Summary: In the real world you and Aemond can't be together. At night, behind the doors of his chambers things are different...

Warnings: 18+ for smut, explicit language/content, fingering, oral (female receiving), orgasm delay, possessive/jealous Aemond, angst, some fluff

Word count: +2500

My mind has been full of this man since I finished the show last week, I just had to write something to get him out of my system (I don't think it's working yet lol)

(All my fics are on AO3)

You heard his footsteps long before he entered the room, his walk so familiar to you, you would recognize it anywhere.

A smile tugged on your lips when you heard him lock the door behind him. 

What happened in these quarters was not for anyone else to see, or to hear. It was solely between you and him.

Neither of you spoke, you didn’t even look at him, kept your eyes down, waited until you felt him move behind you.

His fingers danced across your shoulder blade, his touch featherlight but enough to put goosebumps all over you. He gently moved your hair to one side, exposing your neck to him. His kiss was soft, hungry and wet, teeth grazing the skin on your neck and shoulder, biting you gently only so he could lick the sensitive flesh afterwards. Make it all better. He always made everything better.

Your eyes closed in a heavy sigh as you leaned back against his chest. 

His other hand came to rest on your waist. Firm, solid, keeping you right where he needed you.

His breath was fire on your skin, not giving you a moment of respite. You were burning up already, and he could feel it.

“Lift up your skirt,” his voice rough in your ear.

An order, not a question.

You obliged.

He smirked when he noticed you weren’t wearing anything underneath. His hand snaked around your neck, lips brushing against your cheek.

”Look at you, my filthy girl,” he whispered,”So needy and ready for me, hmm?"

His grip around your neck tightened, not enough to choke you but enough to make sure you wouldn’t move.

His other hand sank down between your legs, teasing the inside of your thigh, touching you everywhere except where you needed him most.

“Please,” you begged.

Growing up you always believed you would never beg a man for anything but all those morals had flown out the window the day you met Aemond Targaryen. You would be on your knees all day and night if he asked.

“Please, I need….”

You didn’t get to finish your plea because his hand moved down lower, leaving no more need for words. All you could do was bite your lip and try to keep quiet while his fingers explored your folds, teasing your entrance and making perfect slow circles on your clit.

You could feel the press of his hard cock against your ass and you tried to move, give him friction but he was quick to stop you.

“Don’t.” A warning in his tone, he wouldn’t ask you twice.”This isn’t about me. Yet.”

Keeping quiet was no longer an option when Aemond’s fingers started giving you exactly what you had craved all night, pushing two digits deep inside your walls while never neglecting your most sensitive spot. Your moans started filling the dark room. You were falling and there was no stopping it now.

“Hold onto me,” he breathed into your ear as you started to succumb to him. 

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192 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

#3

Something for the pain (a smutty Eddie Munson one shot)

(Eddie Munson x female reader)

Story: After Eddie saves you from a bad date with Jason he takes care of your bruised hand and a lot more.

Word count: 4310

Warning: 18+ for explicit sexual content and language. Oral (female receiving), neck kissing, teasing, dry humping, the whole works. Lots of fluff too. Protective and soft Eddie. Mild angst (mostly Jason being an entitled asshole)

It was Saturday night and Eddie was having a smoke by the lake, taking a break from the heat in his trailer after what had been the hottest day in months. It had finally started to cool down now and he enjoyed being out here, feeling the soft breeze blowing through his long hair and hearing the calming sounds of the water in the background.

But his quiet alone time was interrupted by incoming noises, it sounded like a couple arguing and they were quickly coming closer.

So much for enjoying the peace and quiet.

Eddie moved from the water towards the trees, not feeling like interrupting anything or getting involved in a stupid lover’s quarrel.

When the voices approached Eddie immediately recognized the male voice, arrogant and entitled as always, Jason. Oh, now he definitely wanted to get out of here. But then he recognized the other voice, the girl, and he stopped in his tracks.

“Jason, let’s just go, okay? It’s been a long day and I honestly just wanna get home,” you pleaded, walking out in front of him.

“Oh honey, come on, don’t be such a spoilsport, the night is still young and I don’t intend on ending it just yet. At least not before we…”

You stopped and turned to him, crossing your arms and giving him a look,”Before we what?”

Jason moved closer to you, grinning and looking into your eyes,”Well, I spent all day acting all nice and proper in front of your family, being the perfect date. How about you return that favor?”

“What?!”

“Come on, it’ll be enjoyable for both of us,” he moved even closer. You took a step back but he had his hands on you before you could get away, gripping your wrists in a firm hold,”You know you want to.”

“Let go of me!”

“Give me a chance,” he insisted, pushing his body up against yours and trying to steal a kiss.

“Jason, stop,” you tried with all your might to push him back but he was stronger than you.

“Why are you being like this?” he wrapped an arm around your waist, making it even harder to escape,”You’re not a virgin, are you? Cause I don’t mind, I can teach you…”

“Get your hands off me!” you yelled and struggled to get away from him when a sound coming from between the trees startled you both.

Eddie Munson stepped out of the woods, an amused smile on his face,“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

He had his arms crossed and slowly moved closer, focussing all his attention on Jason, distracting him from what he was doing.

You used the opportunity to finally break free from him and create some distance between you two.

Jason turned his back to you to face Eddie,”Munson, this doesn’t concern you. Get lost, freak.”

“Oh, ouch, words hurt, dude,” Eddie grabbed his heart playfully and looked at you over Jason’s shoulder,”Was I interrupting anything?”

“As a matter of fact…,” Jason started.

“I was’t asking you,” Eddie dismissed him and kept his eyes on you.

Jason was quick to turn around and he gave you an angry look, warning you.

“I’m fine,” you spoke softly, avoiding Eddie’s eyes and thereby missing the almost disappointed look on his face.

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596 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

#2

MCU has been a big hit or miss with me these past years, I loathed Endgame but I thought Wandavision was truly amazing. I was genuinely disapppointed with Loki but then Spider man No way home blew me away and I even went to see it twice on the big screen.

So I watched Multiverse of madness last night and of course I have some thoughts. Spoilers under the cut

I had such high hopes for this movie, NWH already showed us what they could do with the multiverse and I think many people with me expected Marvel to go all out with that in a movie called MULTIVERSE of MADNESS.

Unfortunately not even half of the potential of the multiverse is being used here, and most of it is already shown in the trailer. For real though, marketing team, what were you thinking putting your biggest cameo in the trailer?? You do not play your best card right off the bat! I hadn't even thought of more big cameos until they showed me Charles f*cking Xavier in the trailer. THAT made me expect more.

And there was more, but it wasn't what I wanted. Can someone please tell Marvel that Captain Peggy Carter isn't as popular as they believe her to be? Whether it's Endgame or Haley and the stuff I read about her I'm not sure but the second I saw her I felt this huge dislike in the pit of my stomach. Maybe I wasn't the only one who wasn't a big fan because the audience stayed rather quiet when she came on. (In fact the audience reacted more when Wanda split her in half with the shield and honestly if I hadn't been team Wanda before that scene alone sure did it and was strangely satisfying! lol)

During NWH our audience cheered and clapped on multiple occasions, this time that only happened once: when sir John Krasinski showed up as Reed Richards. That was the stuff I think we all wanted to see more of.( I'm sure if Xavier hadn't been in the trailer he would have gotten the biggest cheers.)

Unfortunately that one big scene was where that fun ended. Can we also talk about how stupid it is to put all your big cameo's in one and the same scene and then quickly kill them all off? This could have been spread throughout the movie keeping the audience more engaged and excited who else would pop up.

But enough about the cameos.

Wanda Maximoff, I wasn't a fan of the character in the beginning but she has grown on me so much throughout the years and after Wandavision definitely became one of my favorite characters in the entire MCU. But this movie doesn't get her quite right. Don't get me wrong, evil Wanda is amazing to look at and the horror elements especially when she enters the house of other Wanda for the first time were amazing, some of the best parts of the movie for me. But she regressed in this movie, basically her storyline is a copy of what happened in Wandavision and next to being an all powerful witch they kinda reduced her to Mom Wanda and I really didn't like that part. Also where the hell was Vision and wasn't he part of the family she wanted? Because this movie solely talks about her kids. That annoyed me. The ending also, NO, I mean obviously she's not dead but just no, she deserves a lot better, please do better for her, Marvel writers.

Next to mom Wanda Marvel also wanted to show us a little dad Strange, neither were a good thing for me and that may be personal but it once again felt like Marvel putting down those family values it seems to love so much. Which brings me to America Chavez, the new young character that had to be introduced in this movie and I'm sure younger viewers love her but personally the character didn't add anything. It was a young girl who couldn't control her powers and needed help and of course by the end she realizes she had the potential to control it all along, I mean...been there done that? And even then it was lame.

There was not enough Dr Strange in this Dr Strange movie and I don't necessarily mean screen time but I feel like we didn't really get anywhere with his character because all his actions were focussed on either America or Wanda, or Christine. And his love story with Christine to me is just boring, in every universe.

The dialogue in the movie wasn't very good either, not funny and sometimes so standard it literally made me roll my eyes thinking "this is what we're spending time on when we could be watching Loki and Strange have a witty face off?" (just an example, I did not expect Loki in this movie tbh but it could have been great) I feel like in general this was a movie with a lot of missed opportunities and I've seen some fans saying well your expectations were too high and you set yourself up for disappointment but I'm sorry, no. Marvel set those expectations with No way home and all missed cameos aside if the storyline and everything else was strong enough people wouldn't complain so much about that, but it just wasn't. The writing felt lazy, and messy and uninspired and you can feel it pretty early on in the movie and unfortunately it doesn't get better.

Let's end with some positives then, the movie no doubt is entertaining and visually stunning, I mean even with the boring dialogue now and then I was never bored watching it, the possibilities created through the multiverse remain exciting and I really hope future projects will explore this in a better way. My man Wong is a treasure and he was one of the best things in the movie. Also Wanda, even though they did her wrong whenever Elizabeth is on screen she captivates the audience, she's the main star of this movie for me and I will always be team Wanda here.

Overall unfortunately this is another miss for me from Marvel and I can't help but feel a little bitter over what we could have had here, this was the movie to go all out with the multiverse and they failed.

631 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Even after his death the MCU is still so obsessed with Steve's sexuality that they had to explicitly state he was a sexually active straight man and not a, god forbid, virgin. They made a point of mentioning this in a show that has nothing to do with him, several projects after we said goodbye to the character.

And the fact that it was treated as a joke and so many people think this is funny is even more concerning.

Would it be funny if they talked about Nat like that? Or would that make it creepy and invasive? Newsflash, it should feel just as creepy and invasive when we're doing it to a man. In 2022 do we still call mature virgins sad and treat them like a joke? Have we not moved past this??

(Does the MCU even know ace people exist?)

I don't expect much from Marvel but this was so low and so cheap even I'm amazed.

1,033 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

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23,27, 99 for spotify wrapped ♥️

#23: please by chelsea cutler ft. jeremy zucker

this song is so soft and heartbreaking and I would make juke suffer with it but it would end with a HEA! it would be a college AU where the boys are alive but they haven't quite formed jatp yet. Julie and Luke are just friends, best friends, and everyone else knows they're in love but of course they can't see it for themselves. one night, after either a few too many drinks or maybe an exceptionally good sunset curve show or a house party or something, they have A Moment™️ and both of them realize oh shit, I'm in love. but they're both too scared to acknowledge it so instead they get awkward with each other, pulling away and miscommunication and breaking each other's hearts right alongside their own. it feels wrong, but they can't fix it until the rest of the crew locks them in a closet to figure it out (a metaphorical closet. probably actually the studio cause at least it has a bathroom). there's a heated back and forth about how weird things have been that finally culminates in one of them (probably Luke) screaming "I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU" and it stops Julie short and then this long silence stretches before Julie whispers "what?" but she doesn't sound mad, more wondrous, so Luke takes a few steps closer, until he's right in front of her, and he dips his head down so he can look right in her eyes as he softly repeats "I'm in love with you" and then they kind of fall into each other and kiss and make up and Alex and Reggie and Flynn and Willie all come running in, screaming and yelling over who won the bet and it's a big old dog pile of love on the floor of the studio that ends with Luke asking "wait, what bet?!"

#27: stay by gracie abrams

oof this would 100% be a break up fic. Luke and Julie break up and it's not pretty. it's messy and heartbreaking and each one of them suffers. their friends hate it, but they feel like it's what has to happen, they've been together for so long, they know each other too well, it's not healthy to be so codependent. but they can't quite quit each other. Julie keeps his sweater and wears it to bed at night, can't help but think of him every time she tries to put pen to paper. Luke's got her sweater too, the one she bought three sizes too big and left on his floor one day. he also tries to write her out of his system, fills an entire notebook with thoughts of her and still can't escape them. in moments of weakness they go back to each other. they meet in the studio, curl up on the couch, pretend it's like it used to be. sometimes they think about trying again, but they're different now. they don't fit in the ways they used to. they know they can't go back, can't rewrite their story, but when they wake up in the morning, limbs entangled, heartbeats synchronized, for just a moment they can forget all the ways that they're broken. for just a moment they can stay. before it all falls apart once again.

#99: twenty something by nightly

this song gives me ultimate late-night-post-house-party vibes. the boys are alive, the band (+Willie) all live together and they're slowly working their way up through the music industry as a band. they do a lot of local open mics and they live in a ridiculously giant warehouse apartment (that is really only hospitable because Willie has handy-manned his way through the entire place, hence why their rent is so cheap and why they never have to deal with noise complaints), so they throw house shows a lot. no one even realizes they live at the venue, so on social media it looks like they sell out big private spaces that no one can quite seem to find any information on other than evidence of previous shows, so it kind of becomes a bit of an LA legend to get an invite to a jatp show. they all live just on the edge of broke, but there's always food at the Molina household and they don't ever need anything more than exactly what they have. they're ridiculously happy, living in their glorified storage unit and staying up late playing music, surrounded by each other. basically a love letter to my early 20s lol

Send me a number 1-100 and I’ll say which song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist, and what kind of fic I would write if the song name was a fic title.

[etlunainmorte]

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"I think we should cancel the wedding, after all."

It's what Avery told V earlier that morning after rushing Nico to the hospital.

But, of course, the poet refused, telling them that Nico wouldn't want it to be cancelled. Therefore, he made a solemn vow to solve the mystery and drive out the evil spirit in their house as soon as he can. He even strictly instructed the couple to stay out of the house and wait for him to solve the case so nobody else could get hurt.

And a few hours later, he's back in the kitchen with his own familiars, reading and rereading (Y/N)'s journal, which manifested three months' worth of entries in a single day, as well as the strange writings on the photographs.

While (Y/N)'s entries on the diary itself bore the same stories of how she and Victor fell in love during those three months, the writings on the photograph were a different case entirely. Bearing messages like, I wish I'm with you right now, I wanted to see you so much, I wish we could read books together again, and Please, forgive me, V could not help but speculate that something happened between her and Victor that most probably tore them apart as lovers. And based on what he has seen the other night, with the way Victor and (Y/N) spent the evenings together? He actually came up with another speculation, a theory, suggesting another thing that could very well change the way Avery looked at her ancestor.

Oh, God, if it is true, then,...

"Young master, you should eat. Or you'll lose your vitality." Maria told him motherly as she patted his shoulder to get his attention.

V looked up from the photographs and saw the kind housekeeper offering him a plate of the most delicious - smelling cherry pie he has ever laid eyes on. "You and your grandchild should have stayed away from here just like your employer. Or you might get hurt."

"My grandchild?" Maria's eyebrows shot upwards at what V said, and when she realized who he was talking about, her face lit up with a smile and then slumped once more into her usual melancholic look. "Oh, that little boy! We're not related in any way." She told him as she placed the plate of pie on the table in front of him.

"If he's not, then,... ?"

"He was a lost little boy who couldn't get out." Maria vaguely confessed, giving V another issue to have a headache on. "Ever since then, he has stayed with us."

Us?

V sighed as he reluctantly took a slice of the pie. He took a bite, letting its wonderfully complimenting flavors explode in his mouth. Then, he took a few more bites, finishing the slice in less than a minute. Overall, it was a really fine meal. Avery really was lucky to have her as a helper,...

"You have not answered my question." V told her a few moments later, almost forgetting it because of the amazing pie. "Why did you choose to stay here despite the danger that is lurking in this place?"

To this, Maria only smiled as he offered him a glass of warm milk. "I have a duty to fulfill to the young lady. I can't leave until it is resolved."

"I see." V replied as he watched her take a seat on the chair next to him, just like on the first day he met her.

Maria nodded, then, all of a sudden, her mud - colored eyes widened as she stopped moving. "And I almost forgot!" She exclaimed as she fished out something from her pocket. She held it out to V. "I think you dropped this last night."

"I'm sorry - ?" Confused, V looked at the slightly crumpled noted in his grasp. He carefully unfolded it and revealed the message in it.

July 27, 1898

My dearest and humblest poet, Victor,

I will never forget the very first time we met. You kneeled before me, took my hand, then you kissed it, reciting to me a very sweet poem as you looked into my eyes.

I will never forget the days after that, of our little talks, of our how are yous and how's your days, of the way we embarrass each other when we caught ourselves looking into each other.

I will never forget the first time I sang for you as you played the piano, of the sweet melody that conveyed how I felt towards you. I will never forget the days, and nights, we read poetry together. I will never forget those mornings we have to sneak away from father to have little chats and laughs in the garden.

And most importantly, I will never forget those nights we wrote to each other and passed those notes through that crack in the door as you sat just outside my room while I waited on the other side.

Such little trivial things that other women might have done for you that I will always remember. You may forget me in the future when you meet others more memorable than I' am. You may tell them amazing stories as you did for me. You may find other reasons to laugh and smile with another as you have laughed and smiled with me. You may play the piano for another belle who would sing willingly for you. You may find more pleasure reciting and reading poetry for someone else. You may call another your "Little Wanderer", "Evening Star", "Beloved Muse", "Little, Innocent One", and "Little Lamb".

And most importantly, you may exchange little notes in the middle of the night with someone else.

All of these may happen when you finally meet the one for you, and you may fall for them just as easily as I have fallen for you.

I'm aware of all these things. How could they not love you? How could anyone not offer their heart to you?

We will part ways within a month, maybe a week, as my father has decided to enroll me in a boarding school in Paris. But, I want you to know how honored I' am to have met you. Of how grateful I' am when you indulged my foolish fantasies.

Of how thankful I' am that, in a very short time, you have made my dull and unhappy life meaningful and filled with hope.

Please, don't forget me, my dear, humble poet, and of those times we spent time together.

I will cherish those moments for as long as I live.

I will never forget May 11. I will never forget I have met the most wonderful man in the whole wide world.

I will never forget you for as long as live, V.

Yours truly,

(Y/N), your Little Wanderer, Evening Star, Beloved Muse, Little, Innocent One, and Little Lamb.

P.S.

I Love You

This letter,...

The one she gave Victor that night before she lost her innocence to him,...

It's the same one! It's -

"Such a curious little thing." V heard Maria say. He looked up and saw her holding his metal cane in her trembling, old, wrinkled hands.

"Maria, give me my cane back." V told her as he stood up, holding out his hand to her.

But, Maria wasn't listening to him. "To have witnessed such happiness, such tragedy,... such unspeakable horror. No wonder it draws out equally unspeakable powers of its own." She, then, looked at him and pointed the tip of his cane at him. "No wonder it has awakened the past." After a few tensed seconds, she finally gave the cane back to V and took the empty plate on the table. And before leaving, she looked at him one more time and spoke, "I think you should stop dwelling on the upper floors and explore other places here. You may find something worthwhile." And with a smile that truly unnerved him after those very vague words, she finally left him.

Her gentle, and yet sick, smile was still on V's mind as he walked around the very quiet ground floor that evening. Despite Maria's weird statements and his growing suspicion of her, he trusted her. After all, she's the one who gave him a clue regarding the second floor and the one who pulled him out of the vision last night.

And now, V was wondering whether he would actually see something on the ground floor -

He almost got a panic attack as he turned to his right and saw Doctor Christopher Lancaster's live - size portrait once more. But, compared to the time he first saw it that morning, the doctor's features somehow looked more sinister and intimidating now. His eyes looked realistically wider and more bloodshot, and the creases and veins in his face looked embossed from the painting, that if he so much as put one finger on it, he would definitely feel the warm blood rushing through it -

V was taken aback as the doctor's eyes unmistakably landed on him. And what startled him even more was when the doctor in the painting turned towards him and stepped out of the rectangular frame, leaving only the empty canvass where he formerly stood. The doctor strode with much resolute steps and easily went through V like he was smoke, feeling the freezing cold that emanated from him from his instant contact with him. He turned and saw the doctor discreetly making his way to the second floor.

V followed suit, and when he caught up with Lancaster, he saw Victor embracing (Y/N) as she cried, his hands going up and down her back to comfort her.

"Sshh, it's alright. I'm here. I will never leave you." Victor whispered to her. V turned to his right and saw Lancaster hiding just in time behind one of the pillars. He was eavesdropping. But, why?

"Father will take me away! He doesn't want me to be with you! He thinks you're too poor to marry me. He - "

"Sshh, now, now,..." Victor gently hummed as he cupped her cheeks and brushed her tears away with his thumbs. "Did I not promise you to give you everything in the world? Now, do you trust me?"

(Y/N) nodded as she laid her hands on his, feeling their warmth and drawing out the energy she needed from them to prevent herself from collapsing.

"Well, then, let us run away from here! Go with me to England, start a family of our own away from these aristocrats!"

"What if father finds out? He will have you thrown in a cell! And worse!"

Victor wrapped her in his arms and held her very close to his heart. "I will die before anyone could lay a single finger on you. This may sound unbelievable but, I have strong connections in Europe. Once we get there, no one here in America would be able to go after us."

"And what about the others? And Daniella?"

"We'll inform them beforehand so they could escape. I'll keep you and the others safe, I promise."

(Y/N) nodded once more as she and him shared a passionate kiss. V looked away just in time when Lancaster narrowed his eyes at the lovers planning their elopement. And when their lips parted, he cupped her cheeks once more.

"Let me know as soon as you have made your decision. I will contact my brother to prepare everything for us. Understood?"

"Yes, V."

"I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you, V."

"You should take a rest, for now, the moon claims you.”

She nodded and after one final kiss, the lovers parted for the evening.

And so did the doctor.

V swiftly followed after him as he made his way back to the ground floor towards the drawing room where several men were having a conversation. The doctor cleared his throat and caught the attention of the gentlemen.

"What brings you here in this ungodly hour, Lord Lancaster?" The oldest of the gentlemen questioned.

"Your daughter, Lord (L/N)."

The gentleman Lancaster referred to as Lord (L/N) sat up straight and regarded him more seriously now.

"And what about my only beloved daughter, (Y/N)?"

"The impoverished poet is planning to take her away to England. He claims that he has powerful connections there and that he would kill you if you so ever lay a finger on your daughter."

"My God!" Lord (L/N) exclaimed. "I never expected to have a murderer under my roof! Let alone someone as deceitful as Victor Blake!" He thundered, bringing down his fist against the glass top table that trembled beneath his wrath.

Lancaster came forward and went on with his lies even further. "Victor Blake is a traitor, a madman, and, as you have surmised, a murderer. And as we speak, he is shamefully having his way with the pure and innocent (Y/N). He will use her over and over again, and when she's worn out and he has finally become tired of her, he will toss her aside like garbage in the fires of Gehena and look for a new victim."

"And you have proof of this?"

"I do. Roselle?" Lancaster called and a few seconds later, a petite blonde maid stepped forward and curtsied before the gentlemen.

The blonde woman in white,...

The gentlemen's eyes widened as she undressed before them and showed them multiple wounds and bite marks all over her body. There were some ugly bruises on her thighs which looked like they were caused by a blow of a really hard object.

Was it,... from the cane? But, no! It can't be! This is impossible! Victor will never do something like this! He - !

"Victor Blake did this?!" (Y/N)'s father bellowed as the frightened maid put her clothes back on.

The maid didn't say a word and only nodded as her own shame made the tears fall from her tired eyes. Lancaster dismissed her and turned once more to the gentlemen, especially the Lord of the house.

"I beg you before anything like that happens to sweet (Y/N)." Lancaster pleaded. "Allow me to marry her, and then I will protect her. I give you my word as an honorable gentleman."

Not even a few seconds have passed when the oblivious father nodded. "Very well. Then, you shall have my daughter's hand in marriage, Lord Lancaster."

V's eyes widened as the things unfolded right before his very eyes. He closed his eyes and suddenly, he found himself standing amongst the small crowd in the entrance hall of the mansion. The Lord of the house was standing in the grand staircase, and as he loudly cleared his throat, successfully calling the attention of his very few guests, he raised a glass of wine and smiled at them.

"For this evening, we shall all celebrate! As our little summer gathering comes to a close, allow me to partake with you of a very wonderful announcement that would put a smile on your face for many years. Doctor, would you kindly do the honors?" Lancaster came forward, joining Lord (L/N).

The doctor looked at the guests before him, his sinister eyes purposefully lingering at Victor and (Y/N) who were blissfully whispering things to each other, laughing and not paying any attention to him or the Lord of the house.

He, then, smiled, just as V's eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed in anger of the manipulative man.

"As you wish, my Lord. And I will not falter. It is of great honor to announce that my beloved (Y/N) has agreed to finally join me in the altar to proclaim our wedding vows."

To this, the smile on Victor's lips vanished, and there was a look of utter shock in (Y/N)'s face. He dropped her hand, feeling the intensity of her supposed betrayal come down upon him like a rocky landslide.

"(Y/N)," Victor breathed in disbelief. " ... why?!"

"A cheers for the newly engaged!" Lord (L/N) announced, finally downing his wine as the others followed suit.

And right then and there, as the last drop of wine made contact with the greedy Lord's lips, he convulsed, collapsing on the stairs and dying in an instant, foam coming out of his opened mouth.

"Father!" (Y/N) called, unable to believe the chain of unlucky events that were crashing down upon her.

As everyone in the room shrieked and panicked, V's surroundings changed once more and he was transported to another room where (Y/N) was talking to the maidservant named Roselle. She and her personal maidservant were both wearing black.

"Roselle, I order you! Tell me what truly happened! Please!" (Y/N) pleaded, her eyes red and worn out due to the many tears she has shed. For her father who mysteriously died of poisoning, and Victor, who was still furious with her.

The poor blonde maid, now with more wounds on her face than ever, cried before (Y/N). "It's Lord Lancaster! He forced me to lie about young master Victor so your father would agree to have the doctor married to you!"

"Why?! Why didn't you tell me about all this?!"

"He threatened to kill me and my family!" Roselle kneeled in front of (Y/N) and clutched at the lacey helm of her black skirt. "Forgive me, my lady, please!"

"YOU, BITCH!"

V heard a furious howl from a distance at the same time the atmosphere around him changed. And as he opened his eyes, he saw several men in white taking away a body covered in a white blanket. It was lying in a stretcher, blonde hair coming out of the thin sheet.

Then, V saw (Y/N) reel in with pain, her face contorting in sheer torture. She held her stomach and kept one hand on her mouth as she ran away from the scene.

And before he could even catch up to her, the atmosphere changed once more, and he saw Daniella and Victor facing (Y/N) in another room.

With a black lace veil covering her face, she turned towards the two most precious people in her life and smiled at them.

"(Y/N), tell me you're lying!" Daniella begged her friend. "Tell me you won't marry that Lancaster! He has a reputation and,… he will kill you!”

"I have made up my mind. I will marry Christopher Lancaster." (Y/N) told them without so much as a pause or a tremble in her voice.

This made Victor inhale sharply as he turned on his heel and walked away from (Y/N) and Daniella. Not a minute has passed when (Y/N) went after him and called his name.

"Victor, please!" She begged as she collapsed on the floor and took hold of his cane.

"PLEASE, WHAT?!" Victor looked down at her, hurt and anguished beyond possibilities. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, (Y/N)?! WHAT IS IT?!"

"Listen to me! Please!" The girl pleaded as she cried and clung to his cane. "Let me explain! I - "

"SHUT UP!"

And then, the unmistakable happened: as Victor forcefully pulled the cane from (Y/N)'s grasp, it hit her face, making her fall sideways and hit her head quite badly.

And as her maidservant came to her, helping her on her feet as she wiped the blood off her nose, Victor left her there.

And (Y/N)? She cried and called him over and over again, begging him to not leave her.

But, he still left.

He left her.

"MR. V!"

He heard a familiar voice from a distance. And when he opened his eyes, he found Roman staring worriedly down at him. He sat up, his eyes stinging, his chest feeling heavy.

"Mr. V, are you okay?" Roman asked him as he and Griffon helped him.

"It's him." V whispered, feeling the pain in his chest increase.

"Who?"

The poet clutched at his chest, feeling his own tears come down his face at what he just witnessed. He looked at Roman and Griffon, and with an anguished voice, he spoke,

"It's Christopher Lancaster. He was the one,... behind (Y/N)'s suffering. And Victor,” V inhaled deeply as he clutched at the metal cane in his hand, his anger overwhelming him and taking over what’s left of his sensible reasoning as he began seeing red in utter madness and hatred. “He,… DID NOT LISTEN TO HER! HE,… LEFT HER!”

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[veterveter]

Hey hey, it's gay bike anon again! I'm more than honoured to get my own tag!!! I definitely would like to keep talking to you <3 And only love for you too <3

I'll gladly wait for your response to my ask (or asks??? we'll see one day ehehehe)! I feel you, when people cite some of my text messages from a few months (or more) ago I'm often like "nope, nah-ah, that's not me, you're wrong". Same for older essays, I often can't believe I wrote those. And even with things I wrote late at night a few weeks ago, sometimes I'm like "I wrote that? That monstrosity??? Okay, I need more sleep before writing". (My capacity of writing in correct English grammar usually goes to sleep before I do, same goes for varied word choice). But sometimes I'll see this project I've worked on YEARS ago and exactly recognize the pieces I wrote? Since the ask would be fairly recent, I suppose I would recognise my writing style and word choice and since I didn't wrote it whilst sleep deprived (I hope??) I'm setting my chances of recognising it pretty high. But we'll see one day, the mystery will marinate for a while... [I am rereading this in the daytime, and this is EXACTLY what I meant, at night I make the weirdest word choices?? I’m definitely not changing it though because I might find it kinda funny]

I snorted so hard about the way you talked about your almost-name, I'm giggling here like crazy. Apparently my name means something alike 'dedicated to God', but my parents aren't really believers, so gotta love that. The meaning of my sibling's name is 'summer', but I'm the one born in the summer, whilst my sibling is born in autumn, oops. Guess my parents never checked one of those sites/ books where you can find the meaning of a name hahaha.

I love how my ask was so weird and chaotic that you sent a screenshot to a friend. I LOVE that she had no idea what was going on. Then again, I watched the semis (obviously hahaha) but I had no idea what was going on either... But honestly it was peak Dutch culture, water and bicycles, I would just add an ode to 'hagelslag' and voila, the entirety of Dutch culture summed up... [Also: if you don't know: 'hagelslag' is just sprinkles which we eat on bread, yes, on bread, we do not not only eat sprinkles as on cake or on donuts, like in any other country, no, we put it on bread. It's actually a really popular sandwich topping here. My ultimate favourites are the chocolate ones, but you also have them in several fruity flavours (like forest fruit) and anise flavour.] Thank you, perfect chaotic energy is an ultimate goal I strive towards *bows like I'm Victorian royalty or something*

You're absolutely right, it went EXACTLY like that. Specifically, I would be studying for my exams, explaining topics to myself like I always do, so I'd tell myself "The six possible origins of economies of scope are indivisibility, specialisation, marketing, research and development, GUESS WHAT.. SUBWAY DRIVER GANDÍA... ehhh... what was I doing again??" OR: "one of the most detailed and most used models of responsive regulation is Brathwaite's piramid. His enforcement piramid visually shows, nope not important, SUBWAY DRIVER GANDÍAAAAAA" And I'd laugh, continue explaining theories and calculations to myself until my focus started lessening again and my thoughts would wander off again. I am VERY glad I'm not the only one who thinks about it from time to time, and I'm glad you're not suing me for any mental harm yet.

Yess, those pictures I saw from Promising Young Woman look so beautiful and aesthetic!! I'll probably watch it somewhere after the 16th, because I'll most likely have finished my last exams by then. I'll tell you what I thought about it! Thank you SO SO SO much for all the luck wishes!!!! I had an exam last Friday and I absolutely rewarded myself, because it went better than I expected and I passed an earlier exam and a paper too! I didn't buy myself a tricorne (yet), but I did buy funko pops (my inner economist said it was 100% rational because it was a really good deal hahaha). I still have two exams to go, so I could always buy a tricorne for finishing either of those, OR. EVEN BETTER. I'll ask my parents (or my grandparents) for one for my birthday. I mean, that would be hilarious. They'd be so confused. They've never seen S3 and S4 of LCDP so they'll have no idea, even if I tried to explain it. It would be so incredibly funny (and really really weird for them), I am laughing like crazy just at the thought of it.

I've never been in Finland before, but those temperatures do not sound legal indeed. I have no knowledge of Finnish law, but maybe article 3 of the European Convention on Human Rights, the prohibition of torture, would work? If I was the judge I’d 100% agree, so we should all sue the weather sksksks. I'm glad to have brought you rain though (and that I apparently possess the power to do so - magic weather controlling pirate seems like a nice enough job to me)!!! I hope the temperature has become at least somewhat lower. You're right, climate change should just... stop... right away. The weather is pretty weird here, right now: one day it will be super sunny and (at least) around 27 degrees and almost melting away, and the other day it will be raining and I'll be wearing my warmest sweater. Like, why the extremes??

I love that I am able to make you lose your coherent thoughts (that's probably why we have one brain energy about Underwater, because I, too, have the ability to make myself lose my coherent thoughts). I'm glad for your faith in my impersonation of Martín. I even started Duolingo Spanish again, and now know the phrase, "Yo bebo leche" (I drink milk) which obviously would be very important to him. Now I'll just need an Argentinian accent to go with it. Leaning menacingly on a cane would be GREAT, I love the idea. I'll open job applications for a Denver. Maybe my cat could help me, she, much like Denver, is super loud and she is super aggressive towards other cats, so there is potential there. And guiding dogs and even tiny guiding horses exist, why not a guiding cat?

I always assumed I would follow a more... you know… legal... career path, maybe even literally a career in law. But, my accounting professor also showed us how to manipulate financial statements ("so you can notice when people are doing this", uh-huh sure, sure that’s why) and another professor of mine also said that a criminal career sometimes could be the more rational, rewarding choice over a legally acceptable career. So, I suppose I should not be surprised by this sudden change of career plans. I should have seen this coming. And what better way to be able to avoid the laws than by knowing exactly what they are and how far you can go. And if that plan doesn’t work out, the books of law I have (they’re combined in two huge hardcover bundles) are really heavy and you could probably harm someone with them if you hit hard enough… Well, I suppose you can even leave “hard” away, just by hitting someone softly with those books you can bring serious harm to them… Ah, and like that one professor would say: in this scenario it would be a rational choice to become a pirate instead of a privateer. Oh dear, not Arturito :/ Mutiny would seem like a good option, I’ll take over the ship and become Palermo the Pirate. Sounds much and much better than “Arturo the Pirate”, since that isn’t an alliteration, sooo mutiny is reasonable even for that reason. And then there’s the fact that it’s Arturo, I mean, that says enough.

YOU LOVE UNDERWATER TOO????!!!! I completely forgot that you posted that! It seems we do indeed already have one shared braincell energy my friend <3

Last week has been pretty good (except for having to make a test at 9:30, what a godless time, I’m usually barely awake by then ehehehe), I think I aced the test I had, got back some good grades and finally got my first Covid vaccination (and only shortly slight dizziness as a side effect, so that's pretty great). And thanks so much!!! For now I’m safe from Gandía, but somewhere in mid-July I’ll have to take an exam on campus, so I’ll might be able to bring out my inner Palermo then.

How was your week? If the weather is still unkind to you (well, also if the weather *is* kind to you), treat yourself to your favourite ice cream and a break every now and then <3 Do you already have holidays or hasn’t your academical year ended yet?

You’re also right - this is conversation and we’re friends now <3 And I absolutely do like cookies! I would say my favourites are american cookies (though stroopwafels are reaally good as well) but honestly there are only a few kinds of cookies that I don’t love that much. And anything with chocolate in it is GREAT. I do also love apples and bananas, though grapes (which I just had) are even better! What’s your favourite kind of cookie?

Also, I know I have been giving you so many prompts already, but I saw this one in that list you reblogged and it gave me so much Berlermo energy: you live in an apartment with your best friend. the two of you always fall asleep in each other's arms, but one day, your friend isn't there. they've fallen in love with someone else. it's your other best friend, who recently moved in with you. and that's when you realize, that those nights you spent together, weren't so platonic after all. I would love it if you’d write it, but if you decide not to that’s absolutely fine too, no worries <3

By the way, I was going to post this quite a bit earlier, but my laptop (unlike me) decided yesterday night, when I was finishing writing this, that it was time to sleep, so I had to quickly dump this whole rant in Google Docs (it’s almost two and a half pages what the heck) and I was busy all day so I only was able to upload it just now. I swear I can ractually espond faster than after a week :) Have a lovely evening, much love from the gay bike country <3

Heeeeeeey you are back!!! How happy am I to see my favouritest gay bike anon return to my inbox!!! 💕 [Author's note: You can tell I started this reply right away because you've sent me three or four asks since this one and one can tell you are indeed back hahaha]

Yeeeeeees this is how one makes friends!! You know, I was just thinking the other night of how "gay bike anon" shortens to GBA, like the Game Boy Advance, you know. Make of that what you will, but it pleases me to know that you can also have a cute nickname for your cute nickname. Nicknameception.

Yes, exactly that, "I did not write that, and if I did in fact write that.. No I did not." Also, "the mystery will marinate"??? That's an amazing word choice and some day I will absolutely use it for something, just you wait. I think it just goes to show that you should write everything while tired, haha.

Haha I love that naming convention for you. It may make very little sense, but....... but. Also, happy birthday for whenever it is, presumably in the nearby past or future!! Lots of love!! You're the summer child while your sibling is... a summer child, but like, different.

Since you appreciated my almost-name story, I'll reward you with the rest of it: so my name is Tuuli, which is Finnish for "wind". My mum originally wanted to name me Pilvi, which means "cloud". And then she was like oh no this child is not at all serene and cloud-like??? and thus, a new me. I'm glad she had second thoughts, although I wonder if having such an ill-fittingly chill name would've done anything to alter my personality? Nomen est omen and all. There's some kind of an alternate universe where all of that played out, but I'm glad it's not this one.

Yeah either you watched the semis and have no idea, or you didn't watch them and have no idea. There is no way to get what was going on there, I'm certain they themselves also didn't get it. I had no idea about hagelslag but thjipgnhefjpihjo that's amazing, I love that for you!!!! There was absolutely no reason to go there but you as a country just... did that. Amazing. Please have some and report to me so I can live through you. And also, you are absolutely legit Victorian royalty [or something] *bows in return*. Also, I do love how you say "I watched the semis (obviously)." Imagine if you didn't and this entire time I was tragically misinterpreting the nature and intentions of your ask and you were just rolling with it because you've no idea what I'm on about but are also too polite to tell me that. Khhhhhhh

Your brain has priorities!!!! And they're honestly beautiful. Well done, brain. Subway driver Gandíaaaaaaaaaa~~~ My brain is filled with Berlermo quotes that come @ me at random times during the day and leave me just a tad shell-shocked, remembering how it all went down. I'm eating my morning yoghurt and my brain goes yo te propuse fundir oro juntos, and I'm just there like :)))))) Real nice, brain.

Have you had the opportunity to see Promising Young Woman yet? Hhhhh it's so pretty, every time I work on this reply [it's a lot of times, okay, I'm very diligent about this, I stare at this ask and craft snazzy replies in my head all the time, that's why I'm so slow in... actually replying] I'm reminded of that. I'm not a very visual person but the colours and the framing... that was really nice.

I am somewhat glad you've not been to Finland yet, you must hit me up when you come visit, I'll take you for coffee!!! It's actually cooler now (bless!!!!!!!!!!!), the last... four days have been reasonable 14-20 degrees, after four consequtive weeks of 25+. Kkhhhh thinking back to it makes me feel a little ill, but now beret weather is back. I own a lot of berets, dear gay bike anon. I'm going to my university city for the weekend and I'm already wondering which beret(s) I should bring with me. This is an important decision with potential long-lasting consequences. I don't know if you've played any of Telltale's games (The Wolf Among Us and the first two seasons of The Walking Dead are the best ones, fight me), but when you make a decision and the game goes "This character will remember that." and you instantly go oh no what have I done??? That's how I feel about choosing the perfect beret for my city outing. But yes, weather extremes are just the worst. We've been having the longest drought I've ever seen here (it's still not properly rained, for the record, on Tuesday it rained for an hour or so) while in other places there's awful flooding. That's awful.

Ahhh I'm so happy you're continuing your Spanish-learning!! I took a beginner's course at uni in the spring semester, I'm going to take the next one when uni resumes in September. And yes, I'm studying it for LCDP. I mean I love languages in general, but I never had a particular need to study Spanish, until this year I suddenly did. I'm also Duolingo-ing it! Very slowly and steadily. Also, I adore the idea of your cat being your Denver. What's your cat's name??? What do they look like?? Tell me everything, you can't just leave it at my cat, you simply must allow me to meet them. Also, you know why guide cats aren't a thing? Because cats are the worst. I love cats, but you can't just teach them to do useful things. They'll do them if they want to. As I type this, my cat is trying to catch flies at my feet. Her name is Muusa.

I studied accounting for my undergrad!! So I can join you in [[[preventing]]] tax fraud and [[[recognising]]] tampering with financial statements. We can make a totally legitimate business out of it. No but truly, I'm certain we were taught some of those things with the expectation that our future employers would expect it of us. Capitalism is so fun :)))))) And you shouldn't be surprised, academia is but a stepping stone to crime, honestly. Any dark academia book will tell you this. You start out learning Latin and wearing turtlenecks, you end up with murder. That's just how academia works. And you seem to have already chosen your weapon... you're well on your way. :) Palermo the Pirate sounds great!!! I support your mutiny. I don't think I said, but this is my favourite word of the English language. Mutiny. Mutiny????? It doesn't sound very serious. It sounds cute, actually. I love it.

I'm so happy to hear you got your covid vaccine!!!! I had mine a month ago or so - I typed you a reply to the subway Gandía thing on the train ride back, actually. I was really stressed about getting it on my right arm, because I'm left-handed, and last time I got a vaccination (like a decade ago) they insisted on giving it on my left arm and I was sad :( But this time!! I got it on my chosen arm and was very pleased. So anyway, that was a segue. I'm glad you got your covid shot and were side effect -free!!!

My week has been good, thank you!! I went to my uni city for my niece's birthday on Monday, and as said I'm going back on Friday (tomorrow). So this time in between has felt like exactly that, time in between. I started reading Call Me By Your Name. I had my Korean class last night. Now I'm hanging out with my cat (she has stopped chasing flies and climbed to my lap) and talking to you. My holidays started already in May! And uni resumes in the beginning of September, but I'm a tutor for new students so I need to show up three weeks earlier for the orientation weeks. Yes, we do three weeks of orientation (read: three weeks of drinking). It's a bit insane.

Now I need to ask you again how your week has been, since I'm so slow. How has your week been?? Are you free from your exams?? When does your uni resume?

Stroopwafels are so good ahhh I'll have to buy them when and or if I see them. Possibly when I'm in central Europe but haha I can hope to be lucky and see them at a store with imported stuff, you know. My favourite cookies??? Omg maybe these ones - they have this truffle filling, and they're fun to eat (this is important in cookies, you see):

And of course they're Fazer. Because Finnish people have only one setting, apparently. Or maybe that's just me. But all cookies are great, honestly. I like making American cookies, that's always a fun pastime (and you get to have cookie dough, that's like half the fun). I've actually not made them for a lifetime??? Maybe I should, soon. I'll keep you updated. Also, brookies. I love making brookies, they're great.

I really really appreciate being given prompts, I hope you know that!! Thank you!! Consider me pocketing this prompt and maybe eventually some day theoretically getting back to you about it!! You're right - it has Berlermo energy. Insofar as either of them actually have other friends. :)

Thank you for this kind message, dear gay bike anon <3 I'd apologise for my slowness in replying but I think I'd rather you just assume that I'll get back to you, and thank you for your patience <3 Your kind and funny and chaotic asks always brighten my day. I hope you'll have a great rest of the week and just... all the nice and fun and good things and great vibes in life. All the best, dear gay bike anon <3 Take care!! And greetings from Muusa as well - she just yawned and I presume that means "greetings".

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Urgent Bulletin - Special Fox Furry in Need

There is a furry located within Florida who is in need of some fur love. Currently, he’s living within a tent in the woods and claims that medical conditions are about to take his life, but refuses to seek medical treatment or help.

Currently his family is searching for him to help him out, but they do not know of his location and he apparently is moving his campsite nightly to avoid the park rangers in addition to anyone attempting to provide support.

While possible to be a hoax, it’s the duty of an organization like FenNN to do the right thing and bring this to the attention of the furry fandom at large in order for those in FL to be aware and if you’re in a position to help, do the right thing and extend that help.

Update 7/5

A local FL furry by the name of Ripner has confirmed that he is currently supporting “Duxfox” or “Dux” which is his actual real furry name. It appears that he is really living alone in the woods and that the local furry community is making regular weekly trips to supply food.

So there is a 36 year old male in the woods right now, complaining of various medical emergencies and lamenting the fact that any night they could die from them, refusing to seek any medical assistance.

Ripner claims that Dux doesn’t have a job as scientologists took over his place of employment but in the below logs you can see that Dux has claimed that it was his parents calling his place of employment. Additionally, he’s changed his name on Telegram, deleted his account and was telling even different stories to other chats.

So the question is is there a real emergency and is he in danger like he claims to which we have Ripner confirming that his situation is dire, but that he is in more danger exposing himself to his abusive parents.

We also know foxs has a near constant access to electricity and that he’s now within the Orlando area, like within Ocala National Park.

Even more deep, can we trust Ripner isn’t causing Fox’s problem? Is Ripner being exploited? This is deep and we’re going to continue finding out the truth of this very scary situation for the fandom.

Update 7/4

Happy 4th of July!

It looks like his furry name is “Duxfox” and is part of the bathroom scene.

Here are some logs of him. Those who interacted with Duxfox allege that he did the same thing he’s doing now on Special Foxy.

Logs:

Additional Logs:

Deleted Account, [10.12.16 16:27] [In reply to Longbottle] there are stable furries and some volatile ones. To me, it's a mixed bag having met many furs. Deleted Account, [10.12.16 16:30] passive-aggression is a highly travelled mode in this sub culture in my experiences! Deleted Account, [10.12.16 16:32] Most furries don't have the whole bag of support I guess is what I'm trying to say... Deleted Account, [11.12.16 02:36] [In reply to unci 🐾 narynin] heya! I'm 34! :D Deleted Account, [11.12.16 02:36] er, sorry, just turned 35! Deleted Account, [12.12.16 13:25] there ya go! :3 Deleted Account, [12.12.16 13:25] i have a place to live and my health and a great roomie and i'm looking for work so life is nominal for now Deleted Account, [12.12.16 13:25] better when i get back to work again! Deleted Account, [13.12.16 11:17] i didn't get active until about 1997 Malcolm the Bear, [13.12.16 13:11] [In reply to Deleted Account] That's around the time I discovered the fandom.  Didn't get active until 2003. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 13:12] [In reply to Malcolm the Bear] i was really afraid to meet furries for the first couple of years. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 13:12] the first furry i met was sibe in 2000. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 13:13] i avoided the furry fandom for a couple of years after that. he was a psycho. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 13:13] then i found cool furries in like 2005+! Deleted Account, [13.12.16 16:53] bark, bark, bark of the ruffles!~ woof as he can be! Deleted Account, [13.12.16 17:03] [In reply to Lion ⚣🇺🇸] not me. and i have played dux fox since 2008. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 17:05] i use the internet lightly Deleted Account, [13.12.16 17:07] i know how 1s and 0s work though... i'm just saying... imma hacker fox! Deleted Account, [13.12.16 17:09] *types in code and mashes his paws all over the keyboard* yess... yes! i have hacked lion and can now see him naked. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:34] hi dolphin! Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:34] one of you saved my life once Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:34] i was caught in a riptide and pulled out to sea. the beach was very distant Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:34] i was probalby going to drown and something was pushing at my feet Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:35] i'm crying hysterically Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:35] the dolphin is under me trying to keep me afloat Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:35] and then i held onto his top fin and he pulled me back to shore. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:35] no joke. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:35] a dolphin literally saved my life. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 23:05] did you know that every grain of sand on miami's beaches was placed there by a person? all the beaches are eroding. Longbottle, [13.12.16 23:06] Clearwater is like that too Deleted Account, [13.12.16 23:06] i have heard, and i just lived there for 3 months Longbottle, [13.12.16 23:08] Why did you leave? Clearwater is awesome. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 23:09] company didn't want me. come to find out it was run by scientologists Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:11] *busts a huge fart* sorry :v Wolfric the Pipe Wolf 🌑, [17.12.16 12:12] Really?  <_< Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:12] i really farted :V Wolfric the Pipe Wolf 🌑, [17.12.16 12:12] Congratulations.  Was it really necessary to announce it? Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:16] grossfox :D Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:18] i'm not looking to impress anyone~ Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:18] well sorry that i fart. i guess you'll have to cross me off your list of potential mates, malcolm :P Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:19] no farting foxes! Malcolm the Bear, [17.12.16 12:19] I'm already engaged to Wolfric. Malcolm the Bear, [17.12.16 12:19] We've been mated for over 8 years. Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:19] cool well all the more reason to be on a hookup chat. Malcolm the Bear, [17.12.16 12:20] [In reply to Deleted Account] This isn't a hook-up chatroom.  This is just a place for older Furries to hang out. Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:21] well whatever, you're judgemental on something i have no control over :P Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:22] i guess i could save up all my farts and wait until i'm around you :v Malcolm the Bear, [17.12.16 12:22] You control whether or not you announce it in here. Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:23] why does it bother you so much? Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:27] okay so... Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:27] i just farted... Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:27] its not a fetish Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:27] you both turned it into something when it was nothing :3 Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:27] furries suck :( Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:27] [In reply to Bormac Dragon] you turned it into a fetish when it was just a fart. i don't think you need to type anymore. Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:28] furries are trashy, but they don't fart. ever. Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:28] because if you farted, that would be their fetish. Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:28] *makes notes* Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:28] how dare you fart around furries Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:28] what are you trying to turn them on??? Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:28] looking at gratuitous porn is just how furries say hello Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:29] if you really want to get sexual and turn up their blush, start farting. Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:29] porn doesn't phase furries Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:29] but farting... look out! :O Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:29] *gigglefits!!!*❤️ Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:29] its too easy. way too easy ❤️ Bormac Dragon, [17.12.16 12:29] Talk about turning something from nothing. Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:30] hey don't worry about it Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:30] i pretty much don't need this from trashy anyone Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:30] its yalls fetish, not mine Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:31] 40 people above the age of 30 Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:31] and 150 people in the farting fetish furs room Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:31] i guess it really is a fetish. hrmf Malcolm the Bear, [17.12.16 12:31] I wish blocking a user prevented you from seeing their posts in chatrooms as well... Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:31] agreed Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:31] totally agreed! Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:31] which is why i can't stand furries anymore :\ Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:31] the annoying shitbreath troll is everywhere in this group now.

~ FenNN News Desk