#I forgot to post this on the 20th lol but it's here now :)))

[interstellarlyinlove]

Established Relationship (May 20th)

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@wolfstarmicrofic

“What do you mean? What’s there not to like about summer?” Sirius asks, looking at Remus from above the book he’s reading. The book the both of them are reading, actually, except Remus is a quicker reader so now he has to wait until Sirius finishes to be able to talk to him about it. 

“The stickiness of it all,” Remus says, resting his head on Sirius’ shoulder and closing his eyes. They’re sitting under their favorite tree near the Black Lake and today is their last day in Hogwarts until next September. Sirius is spending the summer with Remus and his family. 

“When else am I going to spend my days eating ripe fruit and wearing too-short shorts? Summer is great.”

Remus smiles. “Sure. If you say so. You're burnt for three months straight, though.”

“I would’ve been too powerful if I had the ability to tan and not burn.”

Remus laughs. “Yeah, that does make me feel better about you being unfairly gorgeous. At least you can’t tan.”

“The universe gave me a boyfriend that tans beautifully though, so I’m not complaining.” Sirius looks at Remus. “You’re unfairly gorgeous.”

Remus’ favorite thing in all the universe is Sirius complimenting him. Still, he makes a face. “Gross.”

Sirius closes his book. Remus raises an eyebrow. “You are never going to finish that book, Godric. I swear you have until tomorrow before I spoil it for–”

“What do you want to do?” Sirius asks, kissing Remus’ cheek. 

Remus blinks. “Like, right now? I want to read to you, maybe make out a little bit, you know how it is.”

Sirius laughs Remus’ favorite laugh. “Sure. I mean, I’d love to. I just meant, like, later. Like, next summer.”

“Next summer?”

“There’s no more Hogwarts after next summer.”

“Ah,” Remus says. Next year is their last at Hogwarts. “That’s a little terrifying, isn’t it?”

“A little.”

“I think I’d like to teach,” Remus says, then he flushes. “I mean, if I could. A werewolf teacher sounds pretty horrible, doesn’t it?”

Sirius flicks Remus’ temple. “I hate it when you say things like that. You’d be an amazing teacher. Academia looks too good on you, moonstone.”

Remus might die. Having Sirius believe in him even more than he believes in himself is something that is so dear to his heart. He wants to tell Sirius this but he flicks Sirius’ temple instead. “You’re sweet. You’d be an amazing healer.”

Sirius looks at him funny. “How do you know what I want to do, and I don’t know that about you?”

“I’m a better boyfriend,” Remus says, grinning. “Also, everyone knows everything about you because you are a professional blabbermouth.”

“I am not.” 

“It’s cute.”

“I do not talk a lot,” Sirius says. “I will take a vow of silence right now.”

Remus laughs. “Don’t! Your blabbering is my favorite thing about you.”

“How romantic,” Sirius says. His voice is monotone but Remus knows he’s trying not to laugh.

“I’m excited about living with you. After school”

“You want to live with me?” Sirius asks, and he sounds sincere. 

“No, I don’t, actually,” Remus says, and he flicks Sirius’ temple again because how can he not? “Don’t be stupid. Who else would I live with?”

Sirius’ smile is the sun. “I love that you love me. It’s my favorite thing.”

Remus’ heartstrings tug. “Why do you say things like that? Godric.” He pauses. “You loving me is my favorite thing, too. Whatever.”

“We need to learn how to break into vaults.”

“Sure.”

“I need to steal some of my family’s money. Really. I wasn’t thinking about buying a flat before getting disowned. I should’ve toned it down a little bit. Did you know I officially got disowned on a stupid Tuesday night while making new paper from old scraps of paper? It’s a whole thing where you shred it and then dunk it in water and wet tiny scraps of paper have such a weird texture. Anyway, It came out of nowhere, really. The disowning, not the paper making.”

Remus laughs. “You are such a blabbermouth.”

[kaleida404]

[aihoshiino]

Da Vinci Magazine Jan. 2024: A Q&A with Ai of B-Komachi!

In the January 2024 issue of Da Vinci magazine, there was an in-character interview with Ai as written by Aka Akasaka that you can read a translation of here! What I forgot to mention on that initial post is that there was also a little lightning round Q&A the original anon didn't translate at the time. Thankfully, they did post it and I just... completely forgot it existed until now. ;9 Shout out to past me who remembered to save it and kept me from having to dig thru the 4chan archives for it...

Unlike the original interview, this is my translation! So any goofs and gaffes are entirely on me lol. This is also totally spoiler safe, so you can read both this Q&A and the original interview no matter what point you are in the series.

Get to Know Ai Better! Q&A Session

Q. What motto do you live by?

A. I really like "Tomorrow is a new day." I'm one of those people who forgets all their worries after a good nights' sleep. (laughs)

Q. Tell us how you refresh yourself!

A. I like taking naps on my days off. I was saying earlier that I forget my worries once I've gotten some sleep but with this job, it can be hard to find the time to actually do it. Not just that, but lately I've been waking up in the night to take care of this and that, so when I do have the time to sleep, I really conk out.

Q. What is your routine on days off?

A. I wake up, prep some milk… oh, um - I like cornflakes so I always need milk for breakfast. Then I go for a nap (laughs). I know some of the other B-Komachi members like going to beauty salons or nail salons, but I don't do nails and I let my hair grow out so I'm usually just at home (laughs). I even cut my own bangs! I've been doing it for years so I'm pretty good at it. I've even cut other peoples' hair once or twice, though not anyone in B-Komachi.

Q. Your 20th birthday's coming up soon. What are you looking forward to doing once it arrives?

A. I want to try drinking alcohol. The president of my agency keeps saying, "I can't wait to have a drink with you!" He makes it sound like a lot of fun, so I'm curious to know what getting tipsy's like.

Q. What book left the biggest impression on you this year?

A. It's a manga, but I was moved to tears by "I'll Go With Sweet Today". The heroine is a girl who distrusts people and develops anorexia, becoming terrified of eating… I have a bit of that in me too, though not quite to the same extent she does, so I could really relate to her and her journey to recovery really moved me. If there's ever a live-action version, I'd love to play her!

Q: What would you like to do after the Dome concert?

A: I'd like to go on a trip or something. Where would be nice... Oh, I've heard of 'Mito Natto' before, so maybe Mito!

Q: What's something a fan said that made you happy?

A. You know, I didn't used to read any fan letters at all. But there was a time I was getting tired of being an idol and I was planning to quit, so the president made me sit down and read all the letters I'd gotten. That was the first time I'd ever realized just how much support I was getting and it made me go "in that case, I'll give them all my love and support in return!". I even wrote a song about it. So now I treasure all the letters and words I get from my fans. I actually got a gift from a fan recently, some 'star sand'. It was really beautiful and my real name "star" in it, it made me really happy. I've still got it displayed in my room.

Q: What is "true love" to you?

A. I guess if I had to sum it up, I'd say true love is being a genius who doesn't lie. I think maybe people lie to avoid lying. I'm not sure if that's a good answer and even I don't know if it makes sense, but it's just something I feel.

Q: Do you think you're a liar?

A: Hmm~~? That's a se~cret! (laughs)

[nervocat]

before I go completely offline at the end of tomorrow, I wanted to say a few things hehe

first, on a slightly negative note (sorry about that..) my great grandma was in the hospital today and is now in a nursery if I remember right, idk, and she has dementia and went mostly deaf and blind as of late and it's hit me hard and I believe my family plans on visiting her this weekend instead of on December 16th like we planned

And it's almost been a year since my grandpa died on the 20th and my gender dysphoria is also hitting me a little hard as well so.. anyways! Enough venting from me lol :,]

Onto other things — since I'll be completely offline for awhile (accept maybe a few moments here and there), if you want me to see something or whatever @ me pls, I won't be going through all the posts from the people I follow because that'd be a lot lol

also, to anyone who's forgotten or have wanted to do my Christmas tree thing I'm putting it here so it's back at the top of my account and is obvious this time lol (I'm very grateful for the 5 messages I DO have tho hehe, love you guys/p :33)

I'll be back to check in on things on Christmas morning and my birthday, which is VERY soon after that (Jan 1st) and my requests are obviously closed (I'm sorry to those who have requested I'll get to them I promise 😭😭)

I'm sure I forgot some things, but if you have any questions, my inbox is open ^^ (and pls ask any questions youn have no matter how serious, I'll answer)

Also to the anons sending my mutuals hate, I'm 14, but I WILL fight you, shoo!! 🤺🤺

[trissaysmoi]

August 24th, Saturday

Moi!

I wasn't supposed to write a journal entry today coz I've been yapping all day anyway. I've written three long rants for this blog today alone. But doing so will beat the purpose of having a daily journal in the first place. So, here I am.

I've spent my morning reflecting in life which prompted me to write my first essay of the day. But before I did that, I first wrote a quick news article for the paper.

The rest of my afternoon consisted of more reflecting and writing my essays. I also did my quick laundry and caught up on social media.

In the evening, I had a quick online meeting in my uni org. Us seniors are now preparing for the election of new executive officers.

I almost forgot, it's my legal birthday today lol. August 24 is the birthdate written on my birth certificate even though my biological birthday is actually August 20th. It's just a typical typo error that I decided not to change anymore because having two birthdays is an interesting thing to tell other people.

I usually celebrate my birthday on the 20th (which is also what I did this year) so today is just an ordinary day for me lol.

It's already 12 am but I still have to fold my dry laundry since I'm going out tomorrow and God knows when I'll be having the free time again to do it.

I'm also watching an Indian movie called "The Lunchbox" (2013) which is an interesting watch. I'm literally giggling at the plot lol.

Lastly, I posted some pics of mine on facebook today and it's already close to a hundred reacts. But ykw those reacts don't matter until he reacts to it. He hasn't been online since I posted it tho coz he's notoriously known as an early sleeper. I'll update if he sees it already tomorrow lmao.

[kaus-quietis]

A Circus Library - quick recommendations of short stories, poems, comics and novels I've recently read #1

Hello there! I'm the circus resident poltergeist, Eliott, managing this blog until Lav comes back. Today I offer you a slightly different formula of my super awesome super rare super bookclub post, as Lav would say!

Hello hello hello! Is this a bookclub?! Is this chaotic ramble?! Ding ding! You got it wrong!

Writing full on reviews is tiedous and long, and while I appreciate doing it, I'm myself not always in the mood to read a long post explaining why a book is genius. Do I love that from time to time? Yes! Do I have the attention span to write one now? Nope! However, I still wanted to share some titles I recently (re)discovered, and that I think are marvellous reads for anyone wanting to dive into something new.

Here you'll find a few recommendations with the shortest of words to tell you why they are great, or just scream about it.

short disclaimer before I begin because this is tumblr and while I forgot a lot about this website, I remember how the TW thing works lol, it's at your own discretion to search for the works beforehand if you have any trigger you don't want to encounter.

Jack Spicer - Billy the kid

The master of my fate, captain of my soul as Timothée Chalamet would say idk I barely know the guy. Classic and gold, Spicer is an amazing writer and this poem is phenomenal. It's quite short and perfect if you want to know more about the wonder that was US American poetry during the 20th century. Of course I'd encourage you to read all of his works, but Billy the Kid is perfect to start somewhere.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa - Hell Screen

Classic and iconic, I've recently pushed further than Rashomon and boy oh boy am I never turning back. Hell Screen is a phenomenal short story displaying all the elegance and cruelty Akutagawa can incorporate in his works. It's mesmerizing, it aches, it's everything I love. I read this story in Jay Rubin's translation (Penguin Classics), and even though I do not speak Japanese so I cannot compare, I dare say it's a very good one.

Lucie Bryon, Thieves

I never recommended comic books before but I wanted to for a change! I am a huge comic book lover, but most of the ones I usually read are not available in english language. This one is, though. Thieves is a beautiful comic about growth, falling in love and finding acceptance in others and in yourself. It's light and heartwarming, like eating candy.

Ottessa Moshfegh, Lapvona

Now, this book exploits one of my biggest plot weaknesses ever, and that is fucked up people in medieval settings. Lapvona tells the story of Marek, a sheperd's son, who'll be caught in a series of unfortunate events, political struggles, and secrets, all inside the town of Lapvona. It's dark and unsettling, the characters are scandalous and horrible, yet sickeningly human. Now, I said to check the TW yourselves, but be very careful with this one, if you can think of a TW, then it's certainly in this book.

Osamu Dazai, Early Light

In the Storybook ND series, this book contains three short stories : Early Light, Three Hundred Views of Mount Fuji, and Villon’s Wife. I'd recommend the three of them, as it's a fantastic dive into Dazai's shorter works. I think that reading his short stories is very important to understand his work and the width of the subjects and stories he wrote about. It helps that once again, in my opinion, the translation chosen by this publishing house is so good.

This is it for today! Here you have five of the works I read (or re-read) this summer, and that I'd warmly recommend. There are two short stories (Dazai, Akutagawa), a comic book (Bryon), a novel (Moshfegh) and a poem (Spicer). 'Till next time!

[bylightofdawn]

My PTO for Wednesday got approved, I have TWO WHOLE DAYS OFF IN A ROW.

...I also forgot to ask for my mom's birthday off soooooooo...we're going to see how that plays out. That's not until the 20th.

But fuck yes, two days off, I cannot even recall the last time that happened. I'm kinda shit at taking personal time, it's kind a bad combination of personality traits that makes me feel guilty when I ask for things even though it's my fucking banked vacation time and it's utterly ridiculous to feel this way.

Also? The wind is blowing like crazy. Like my windows are rattling from the force, that's how gusty it is. I'm lowkey worried some of the tree limbs are going to snap off in the night, that's how gusty it is being. We're manifesting positive energy here though and not letting ourselves worry about such things.

Now, I have an hour and a half before I call it quits on the computer and I am going to make a concerted effort to actually write for Seeds so I'm off of social media for the evening. Assuming my wrist allows cause it's being a little wimp at the moment. Unless my power goes out at which point expect a whingy FML post. LOL

[soda-boots]

Moths surround me, thought they'd drown me

This is a slightly concerning and definitely incomplete recount of yesterday (the 20th).

So post Passages, I have breakfast yada yada yada. Meet this girl named Antonia (we have breakfast and then dinner together actually with her friends Jessie and Islay). I go on the stand for xpression for a few hours and then go on the cinema crawl with the other committee. Meet some interesting people on there actually (most notably Lachlan). However before that I go to Rituals to see where Mo works and end up buying a 37 quid umbrella. Its a gorgeous umbrella and it better hold up. I rush back to my flat for my meeting with Jason and I think it goes quite well. I have dinner after and come back to my flat. I finally have the fantastic idea to go to the club... alone. I've never done it before and it's something I've always wanted to give a go. It's not like Jack and Haleemah are turning up at the club anytime soon and no one has ever invited me to join their group before (as far as I recall). I do try my best to be adventurous and this just me exercising that. I promenade to the shop to buy 2 bottles of cider and a can of pimm's. Downing one bottle and the can, while listening to Songs for You, I'm trying to hype myself up for this event.

I try inviting Lachlan to the club, but he can't make it (fair enough). Good even, this is a private event for me. The night starts to blur a little from here (but I can still remember pretty much all of it). I speak to Ellis about coffee or something and how coffee/alcohol makes me sleepy. An hour and a half before vaults opens to help the timeline. This is 7:27pm now.I talk about violet from Charlie and the chocolate factory I think at around 8

Going through messages to recount events is so funny lol. I listen to 'dem boy paigon' to hype myself up' and I believe I leave my flat say 8:40 pm -ish. I'm baskily power walking through these streets, no headphones on (I considered not even bringing my phone to stay fully immersed but I disregarded that whole ideology).

I walk by a bunch of people also going to town. These group of friends all walking and laughing together. At the time, I was so unphased by the juxtaposition of me alone and them in a bevy. It didn't matter, I was determined to have fun. {here begins ramblings from my notes app about how I'm feeling, what I'm hearing and seeing and comments from me}

‘We’re walking at gay speed “

This was so funny and initiated the whole idea

I wonder if it’s actually this cold or the alcohol has warmed up my body in some way 

It didn't feel as cold at first, but then again I was definitely tipsy, if not flat out drunk at this point. I felt quite warm in my chest actually

Speed feels a bit weird. I’m kind of dizzy, like in an odd state of vertigo . I should have worn my glasses because I why is verything a little bit more blurry 

I actually forgot that I felt like this. Time seemed to be moving very quickly at first. Like I was just racing through the streets. Everything had a slight blur filter on it and I was a bit dizzy. It was a strange feeling to be concurrently aware and so distinctly detached in this way.

I walk down the street towards the vaults and why do I start to sing 'mystery of love in my head'

Bounded by the time I cried ! I built your walls around me . White noise what an awful sound. Fluttering by rouge rivers. Feel my feet upon your the ground . Shall I find no other. oh woe is me 

For context, I'm struggling to type accurately (I know I'm sobering up when I can do it better again later in the night)

The walk felt like nothing 

It did feel strangely quick.

It’s closed (the vaults) . That’s so sad (one that it is closed and two that I got here while it was closed ) 

Of course in my eagerness, I get to the club while it's closed and now what do I do ? Go to another club (I'm determined !!!)

I just met Edward and his mum from film soc. I wonder how the interaction was from their end.

I stumbled back when I stop to speak to them. Edward is so nice and his mum seemed lovely. As I mentioned I wonder how that interaction was from their end. His mum had a strange but friendly expression on her face (she goes back to Belgium today).

Moving on, I see Rhys at some point (and I think it was around here. I also see Mo at some time while I’m on the cobbled streets near vaults but that’s earlier than this I think ). I trudge to Zinc and it's closed for a social !

I went to zinc and they were having a Taylor Swift Soc event. They’re playing all to well (10 minute version) that’s so cute . I think it’s Taylor Swift society . I don’t think it’s Taylor society because they started playing paint the town red by Doja cat 

I'm out of it at this point. The see-sawing between whether it is Taylor swift society or not. I was a bit upset that I couldn't go to Zinc (but I just walked towards fever) because they were playing music I liked. I love how looking back I kept asking the bouncers, how I could buy a ticket and they so nicely and attentively answered me. I must have so clearly looked clueless. I couldn't get into fever too till about 10 and I just left .

Timeline update - 9:27

I tell Ellis I might go home. He suggests I go to a pub, and so I do

Don’t dwell on your feelings too much if not you will cry !

I'm quite emotional it seems.

Have you ever had a krispy kreme? Was it crispy (context - I saw a Krispy Kreme van ) 

I'm walking back to vaults here and I can't find it again, but notice bar named Pixy's. I read the board and walk by some guy who acknowledges me and I walk past. I get a bit lost and then walk back to Pixy's. I go in and the guy from earlier kind of jogs and he's the bartender. How hipster of him lol. I have no idea what I want and say that to him. He asks what I don't like, I say lemon because I don't really know (in actuality, I do enjoy lemon flavoured things). He makes this drink with watermelon and thyme vodka, lime cordial and apple Frobisher, and it tastes so good ! He says if I don't like it I don't have to pay for it (ok sales man). I did pay for it. I probably would have lied and said I liked it regardless of how I actually felt. He put in all that effort to try and impress me (ehhh did he?)

I went to a bar called Pixy’s and I got this thing made with watermelon and thyme vodka and then like cordial and a apple and something Frobisher 

I sit and have my drink and every move I make has so much more weight to it.

Every movement feels exaggerated . Like with each sway, the strength grows more and more 

I’m definitely less coherent than I think I am 

Oh I’ve tried vodka now ( kind of)

There's a group of ladies having a great time in front of me. Once again the juxtaposition of them in their gaggle (but oddly I don't think about that at the time). I actually look back now thinking oh I actually had a fun time. I leave Pixy's and pass a bar called 'The Mermaid'. Just like with Pixy's I circle back to it very soon after and go in. I hoped I didn't fall down the stairs down into it. I go in and the art is very 'art nouveau' and the decor so heavily influenced by Art Deco. It was a shame there wasn't any have music playing. The walls were dark green. There were some geometric features within it.

I go to the bar and the man hands me their menu. Scanning it I notice a negroni and other things I recognise some other drinks. However, I loved the names of their mock tails more so I order one.

I went to a bar called the mermaid and ordered the rejuvenation. It has tomato and pineapple juice . Such a weird tasting drink. So tangy. The taste of tomato is highly present. Very acidic 

While he makes my drink, drink I have a chat with the bartenders. They ask why I'm out and I'm like I've never been to a club and none of my friends have really been interested so I'm doing it myself. The lady bartender seemed quite proud of me. the guy making the drink mentions it's a weird one unless you like tomato juice. I get my drink and sit in the corner and sip on my strange drink. It tasted nice as far as I can recall. I sit down and I'm texting people, Max (I see his new haircut) and Ellis (who is baking a bread). I might have texted Haleemah too. I hear a cuckoo clock ...

The cuckoo clockification of my mind 

There’s a really large plant here at the mermaid. I’m texting haleemah, max and Ellis. I texted Louise earlier 

The bartender compliments my jumper when I leave. The irony of me going to a bars named pixy and mermaid when I do a fantasy creature show isn't lost on me. I finally get into the vaults and of course I am one of two people there. Addendum: I text Louise before I leave my flat, while I'm pre-ing and when I first get to the vaults and it's closed

Help why did the dj at vaults start playing started at the bottom at vaults . The dj started playing burna boy 

Did I really offer the money back to the vaults workers after they forgot lol. The other guy in here (Andy) introduced himself 

I’m trying so hard to manufacture this fun night and I’m failing a bit miserably. The workers are in beanies and that’s really cute. I feel very uncomfortable when Andy comes around me 

They weren't wearing beanies, it was bucket hats. Andy is rather odd. He is quite tall and imposing and dwarves me, it doesn't help how close he keeps coming towards me. He seems to be having a lovely time on his own though. In a way maybe I should be more like him and let go. He's also here alone (like I am) but I would hope I don't come off that odd (now I have the implicit fear that I do). I leave and go off to the cathedral.

I’m at Exeter cathedral now. Why do I rely on religion so luck for some form of wholeness ?

It's that catholic school and religious family conditioning. I listen to 'goldwing' by Billie Eilish and walk around the cathedral; Examining the sculptures on the facade. I recite the Lord's Prayer and a Hail Mary (which I had to look up because I never formally learned it). I read the quotes/etchings on the floor around the cathedral and in a weird way they bring me comfort.

"Oh God give me of thy fullness

Thy surrounding and

thy peace"

It's attributed to traditional Celtic. I also view the monuments around and try to open some doors. It's 11 now. I know this because the church bells ring ( I never knew we had a church bells and it rang !)

I never knew Exeter had a church bell. That’s adorable and quite gothic.

Oh wow not Francis not noticing me . Uhh my god 

Francis is my old flatmate for context. I basically had to chase him to talk to him. I also noticed Jack B from the radio

Why does everyone wear such dark clothing at night. 

Contrasting my bright yellow jumper

Such a long queue at fever. It’s actually a bit cute how long it is 

I think it’s quite cute how long it is, it might be time to call it a night. I’m so over this whole thing 

I love how u still hold the vindication against America. In actually I did try and I did not enjoy. I did not like the whole night thing: I’m not saying I won’t reattempt but for a while. The club may just not be for me .

Of course I heard an American accent and got war flashbacks.

I leave fever and go back to vaults (for clarification this is the second time I will be inside ) and got to go right in since I got branded (stamped) with a pass.

Oh there are more people at the vaults now. 

Andy just keeps saying the most random things to me. “ I ain’t fucking racist “ the bartender even asked if I was ok . Andy if you need to start your sentence that way you’ve already missed it  He seems a bit nice.  I might be  sobering up because  I’m sobering up and feel more coherent (also I’m typing a lot better)  .

Why do I struggle so hard to villainise people? The bartender gestures towards me asking if I'm alright (nice of him I guess). I leave Vaults again. I leave vaults to join the queue at fever under the thought process that the line there will be more lively than this dead club.

People are so nice and caring here. Someone asked me if I was alright .

This occurs on the street for clarification.

I join the queue for fever and eventually end up talking to the people infront of me. They tell me I look 19/20. I literally turned 18 3 months ago. Can I just go a night without being ferociously humbled ??? Can I ? They were lovely however. Even offering to pay for my entry since I had no cash. I left soon after that

In a weird way it was contemplative. I’ve reached the point where I’m detaching my feelings and externalising them. I truly abhor  drunken patter.

I want to listen to seether by veruca salt .

Can’t fight the seether. I can see her till I’m foaming at the mouth.

For the final time I am back at vaults and it's finally lively.

I left fever and now I’m back the vaults . There a lot more people here and I still feel a bit more out of place: maybe it’s the music . The heart palpitation induced by this bass is simultaneously awful and glorious . They literally recognised me at the door. A guy literally said I was the second customer . I’m a bit sick from that lol . This haze / smoke smells so odd 

I know every song this dj is playing. He’s so cheesy . 

There was a weird amount of older people there and it was a bit odd. Not be ageist or anything (my ageism is showing). I tell a guy happy birthday because he's wearing a party hat and dance a little with this group of first years

And I actually began to enjoy myself it felt nice and fun . I kept locking eyes with people which was slightly disconcerting by oh well. The haze started to pick on and the lights flashed more aggressively and with party in the USA blaring in the back I finally left for home at 1:30-sh my first time clubbing was not bad at all. While I wish it was smoother. beggars can’t choose.

BBQ SOCIETY !!!

I hear someone scream that from firehouse while I walk back home. I love how it is still lively.

I think u try so hard to be interesting and fun and worthy of affection. A lot of the time I don’t notice but I think I might just be too insecure to truly be my own person in a way that I’m happy with. Sure I get glimpses of that every now and again but ok the whole I don’t think I'm that confident enough to to truly exude it . To actually go out and be

The come down lol. I think I'm saying here that I try to do all these things to make myself feel interesting and fun so I can come across that way to other people. I have the fear that I'm just so uninteresting.

Met Chris , Connor and will at the bottom of block d. They were so nice and fun. I'm going to go off to bed

We had a little conversation and my night ended like that.Chris, Connor and Will (and one more other person actually but he went of earlier ) are guys that live in the first floor of my building that I met when I got home. They seemed like fun, nice guys. Chris had a rather sad speech about him justifying racism he had received when he was younger (he’s from Singapore). I don’t think racism should ever be rationalised. For context, it was a child being racist to him (so he definitely picked that up around) which is so disheartening. Even thinking about it now (about 12 hours later makes me feel ill) .

I will fix any grammar errors later but that's it really

[swildy]

@spnprideweek​ day 7: free space

[star-sworn]

Melody of Memory: B-Side (the outro)

Whew! Finally got this story sorted out. I had writer’s block on this for a while, but all the creativity and love I’ve seen in the community for the anniversary, I really wanted to make this happen. Sora’s POV from that scene in Melody of Memory. Please enjoy! 

AO3 for the Deep Lore

Chapter 2: In a World Without You

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I can’t do this without him.

As she lay on the cool, glassy floor of the Final World, Master Xehanort stalking toward her, all Kairi felt was failure.

What would it even mean, if Xehanort struck her down in this place? Would she die in her sleep? Or just never wake up? What would happen to Sora?

Sora…

She’d given up a year of her life searching–searching for anything that might help find him. And she’d failed. She’d failed him.

Why wasn’t she strong enough?

Kairi had been strong enough, once before: when Sora had found her, after Xehanort had shattered her. Reunited with Sora, Kairi’s heart had felt whole once again, whole like it never had before. And when they’d had to fight Xehanort, they’d done it together. He’d been right by her side the entire time, giving her that beaming smile that pierced her heart, even amid the chaos around them. Fighting with her, healing her when she was hurt, but above all, believing in her. His belief had made her feel stronger than she’d ever thought possible.

But he wasn’t here to help her this time. The thought of dying without ever seeing Sora again was too much for Kairi to bear. 

Now Xehanort was towering over her. Her alarm bells were blaring inside her, telling her to move, to do something, anything, but she was held captive by exhaustion, paralyzed by fear. With a chuckle, the old man raised his keyblade over his head. Kairi recoiled, her shoulders pulling in and her head ducking down in a pitiful attempt at self defense. Her eyes squeezed shut for the inevitable blow–

Huh?

Kairi felt a strange tingling sensation spread through her right arm. As if controlled by an unseen force, her arm shot out in front of her, completely of its own volition. Moments later, she heard a loud, metallic clanking sound. Then everything was still.

Why wasn’t she dead by now? Kairi opened her eyes, and once her vision adjusted to the brilliant light of the Final World, she saw the last thing she ever expected to see.

She was holding a key above her, blocking Xehanort’s strike.

Not her key. Not just any key.

The Kingdom Key.

Sora’s key.

Sora?

The moment his name entered her mind, the tingling sensation began spreading through her whole body. Warmth washed over her, that felt just like the warmth of the setting sun back home. The scent of the ocean breeze filled her nostrils, and the savor of the paopu fruit bloomed on her tongue.

Sora.

She would know him anywhere.

He felt like home. He was her home. And he was here. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him. He was here with her somehow, in her time of need, though it should have been impossible. With no voice to speak to her, he told her what he wanted with all his heart.

But he couldn’t do it alone. So Kairi opened her heart to him utterly, allowed him to pour inside of her until he spilled over, until she thought her heart would burst. And so, with no arms to hold her, she felt him wrap around her like a warm blanket, like an iron shield. As her body lifted itself off the ground, Kairi let her eyes fall shut.

She knew now that everything was going to be alright.

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Sora awoke to the clang of metal striking metal.

Did I make it in time?

When he opened his eyes, Sora was completely blind. His limbs felt like they were made of lead, his reflexes dull and slow. Everything felt wrong somehow–though he knew he was lying on some sort of solid ground, it was like he wasn’t really tethered to his body, wasn’t tethered to anything. All he could tell was that he had his keyblade held out in front of him.

Then, like a splash of ice cold water, Xehanort’s grating voice cut through the darkness. “Ah, look who joined us!”

Sora’s anger gave him the push he needed to rise to a kneeling position. Even in the darkness, his heart was desperately searching for Kairi. He wanted nothing more than to throw his arms around her, but he couldn’t get any sense of where she was. He could feel her, but he couldn’t see her. She was nowhere, and she was everywhere. He could feel her heart, and that part of it was missing. Now he was really angry.

Kairi?

As he called out for her, Sora burned with only one thought, only one purpose: I’ll keep you safe. That was what he wanted, with all his heart. As if in response, he felt her presence grow stronger, their connection burn brighter. Sora leaned into her essence, using her as his anchor to tether him to this world. As he did, he felt himself grow stronger, more balanced, more solid. Not just stronger, but strong–stronger than he’d ever felt alone.

Sora slowly rose up to his full height, all his senses growing sharp except for his vision, which remained completely dark. Then, his eyes squeezed shut in a strong blink, and when he opened them again, he was nearly blinded once more as light and color bombarded his eyes. He had fully, finally, crossed over. As his eyes regained focus, Sora took in the familiar, ethereal landscape of the Final World, and the dark form of Xehanort in front of him. His brow furrowed and he shifted into his battle stance.

“Get away from her,” Sora growled. With a gasp, Sora’s hand shot up to his throat: He’d spoken, but no sound had come out.

“As I thought,” the old man gloated. “Your voice can’t reach us here–now I'm certain of where your heart is.”

My voice… can’t reach? But Sora was sick of the old man’s riddles. He put all his questions out of his mind. Right now he didn’t care how Xehanort was here, or why, or what the old man had to say. Kairi. I have to protect Kairi.

Where was Kairi?

She’d been right here, right where Sora was standing, he was sure of it. When his vision had returned, he’d seen Master Xehanort backing away slowly, his keyblade at his side. And that loud noise he’d heard when he first got here–it must have come from Sora’s keyblade blocking Xehanort’s attack.

Without turning his back to Xehanort, Sora did a quick scan of his surroundings. Kairi was nowhere to be found. But that couldn’t be right—he could feel her essence, even now. His heart called out to her again, and this time, Sora realized his heart had no voice here, either. Yet, he felt the warmth in his chest grow stronger, and power surge through his veins once more.

Now Sora was beginning to understand. He must have taken Kairi into himself to shelter her, while he stepped forward to defeat Xehanort. He’d done it before, all those years ago when Destiny Islands had fallen to darkness–why shouldn’t it happen again in her time of need? While Sora found it strange that he’d somehow managed to take her body in too, Xehanort was raising his keyblade up once again, and Sora didn’t have any more time to ponder the situation. As he prepared himself to fight, Kairi’s heart blazed inside him. From beyond whatever barrier was keeping her from him, he could tell they both wanted the same thing: vengeance.

“I will never let you hurt Kairi again.” 

Sora knew he had no voice, but said it anyway, for his own sake. It was a promise he fully intended to keep.

Charging toward Xehanort, keyblade raised, Sora could feel Kairi’s strength coursing through him. Though there was something keeping them from communicating, she freely gave her power to him–and oh, what power she had. Kairi may not have been as experienced of a keyblade wielder as Sora, but she more than made up for it in strength of heart. Kairi was one of the bravest, strongest people Sora had ever known. When she called upon her heart’s power, he’d seen her perform miracles. And it wasn’t because she was Princess of Heart–that was all Kairi, his Kairi. Her incredible strength joined with his–and his anger making him burn brighter and fight harder than he ever had–Sora was going to unleash holy hellfire on Xehanort.

With a voiceless roar, Sora thrust his keyblade skyward, and brought down a surge of thunder that made the brilliant Final World go pitch black as he blanketed the sky in thunderclouds, the lightning bolts so bright they were nearly blinding.

Never again.

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As he watched his old enemy stagger backward in defeat, Sora let his shoulders relax. With Kairi’s energy coursing through him, he wasn’t even tired, despite the arduous battle he’d just fought. With a final groan, Xehanort convulsed, and a pink crystal in the shape of a flower’s petal burst forth from the old man’s chest, and floated gently over to Sora. He couldn’t help but reach for it, grasping it tenderly in his hand and bringing it up to his heart: to Sora, there was no treasure more precious in all the worlds. 

It’s alright. You’re safe now.

At last, he could rest. He’d done what he’d set out to do–he’d upheld his vow. At once, he felt himself begin to slip away. Part of him wanted to resist, to cling to this world with everything he had–but deep down he knew it would be useless. It was already a miracle that he’d been allowed to cross to this side and save Kairi. He knew whatever force had banished him wouldn’t tolerate further transgression. 

Kairi, he thought–because he had no voice to say it–I'll come back to you. I promise. He prayed she would hear him, somehow.

He closed his eyes, and as the same golden sparks enveloped him, Sora was torn away from the girl he loved once more.

It never got easier.

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When Sora opened his eyes again, he found himself floating in darkness. What about the strange city? Had he made a wrong turn? What would happen to him now? The darkness seemed infinite.

But then, below him, a golden light blinked into existence. Sora shielded his eyes as the disk grew larger and larger, its edges shedding a swirling flurry of pink petals as it expanded until at last, Sora registered what he was looking at.

It was Kairi’s heart.

The rosy pink surface of the glass station bloomed with a soft light. Resting along the left side of the circle, of course, was Kairi: she looked exactly as she did the last time Sora had seen her, with her short hair and her pink dress. Her eyes were closed, and a serene expression graced her pretty features. Her legs were slightly bent, as if she were floating in some unseen air, her hair slightly lifted as if caught in some invisible breeze.

Beautiful, was all Sora could think.

Like on his own station, in one hand she held her Keyblade down at her side, but in the other, Sora noticed that Kairi was clutching something to her chest, over her heart.

Is that…?

It was her good luck charm, the one Sora carried with him always.

Then Sora gasped in awe when he saw that from Kairi’s back sprouted a magnificent angel wing of the purest white plumage. It extended all the way across the station, folding in on itself at the far right edge, as if wrapping itself lovingly around the portraits arranged in a circle at its center.

What?

It was at that moment Sora noticed something was wrong: there were only five portraits where there should have been six. The one at the upper left of the circle was missing, because a piece of the station was missing. The glass of Kairi’s station was divided into seven petal shaped shards, and there was a crescent shaped hole where one petal surely should have been, just to the right of Kairi’s form.

But within moments, the empty space began to shimmer, and Sora sighed in relief as the final missing piece of her heart materialized, making the station whole once again. Starting at the top and moving clockwise, Sora marveled at each of the six portraits: First was Naminé, then Axel, then Aqua, then Kairi’s grandmother at the bottom, then Riku, and then–

Me.

The portrait directly to the right of Kairi, the one contained on the missing petal piece–and the one closest to her heart–was of him. In his portrait, his arm was reaching forward, reaching toward Kairi, his head tilted ever so slightly. Though he was smiling at her, gazing at her adoringly, he could see the sadness in his eyes. This must be the last moment we had together on the paopu tree, before I vanished, Sora realized. It broke his own heart to learn that that moment had been etched into Kairi’s, too.

Sora floated down, down, down, until he landed gently on the glassy floor, bathing in the soft, rosy light of her heart. He could live off that light. He knelt down and placed a hand on the glass over Kairi’s beautiful face. Sora looked up as a voice echoed from beyond the darkness:

Thank you, Sora.

Sora’s hand passed through the surface of Kairi’s station, the glass rippling as though it were made of water, and he found himself falling once more.

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The abrasive sound of laughter jolted Sora awake. When he opened his eyes, he was lying on his side, sprawled on the pavement. Yet, he could see the night sky of the strange city right in front of him. But how—

Then he realized it was merely the reflection on the puddle’s surface that lay just inches in front of his face. Oh.

As he lifted up onto his elbows, Sora groggily touched a hand to his face. He felt the grooves and indentations of the asphalt etched into his arm and cheek. But that didn’t make any sense–he’d left this world, hadn’t he? There certainly wasn’t any asphalt in the Final World. It was then Sora realized that he hadn’t actually left, not really: whether it was his heart, his mind, or some other part of him that had leapt through the puddle to Kairi, his body hadn’t made the journey, instead lying abandoned here until he’d reclaimed it. Sora figured he shouldn’t have been surprised by that fact–he had been banished to this place, after all.

But if he’d left his body here, then that meant…

The conclusion he’d reached in the Final World–that he had somehow sheltered Kairi inside him–hadn’t been right.

It wasn’t that Sora had sheltered Kairi, but that she had sheltered him.

Kairi…

She’d always been his light, his guardian angel. She’d brought him back from hopeless darkness, back from the edge of life itself. He never stopped being amazed at the wonders she could do—the wonders she did—for him. He’d needed a body to carry out his will, to keep her safe, and she had made it possible for him to step forward to realize this wish. Sora didn’t know if the revelation that he had possessed Kairi filled him with more horror, or wonder. She must have trusted him completely, to open herself up to him like that. And he’d never gotten the chance to thank her…

As he stared at the puddle’s glassy surface, Sora racked his brain, trying to understand what had happened, how he’d been able to get to her in the first place. He’d been so seized by his worry and anguish, his desperation to help Kairi, that the actual events were a haze. He remembered the feeling of a tear sliding down his cheek, then a flash of golden light, and–

The paopu fruit. Sora clearly remembered the taste of the fruit on his tongue moments before he’d taken the plunge. A small smile crept onto Sora’s face. It had worked. The fruit had bound them together, even across the chasm of existence.

Now that Sora was back to… wherever he was, and he began processing what had just happened, his emotions threatened to overwhelm him. He’d been terrified he was about to lose Kairi all over again. And even after he reached her, come so close to being with her again, he’d been kept hopelessly apart from her, too. He hadn’t been allowed to talk to her, to feel her touch, to hold her in his arms. But he’d seen her. After so long, he’d seen her beautiful face. He’d heard her lovely voice. She knew he was alive. She was alright, and she was looking for him.

Sora tried to hold back the tears welling up in his eyes. At first, he wasn’t sure why–it wasn’t like there was anyone here to see him cry. But Sora got the feeling that if he started crying, he didn’t know if he would ever stop. But as the jumble of his emotions overtook him–his relief, his grief, his pain, his wonder and gratitude, loneliness, confusion, and the overpowering force of his love that eclipsed all the others–the tears finally poured forth, and Sora wept. Sora wept and wept, wept for what he’d been given, and for what had just as quickly been taken away.

It was bad enough to be separated from the partner of your heart–but to be reunited, and then ripped apart again, was even more unbearable: The loss was the same, but the pain of it doubled.

At some point, a cool breeze blew into the narrow alley, and Sora started at the sensation of something brushing against his cheek. Wiping the tears from his eyes, Sora noticed his surroundings for the first time.

Huh?

Glancing around him in confusion, Sora thought for a moment it was snowing, which had certainly never happened here before. But then he realized what it really was: scattered on the ground and swirling in the air all around him, kicked up by the sudden gust, were dozens of magnificent white feathers.

Are these… mine?

He picked one up off the pavement, gently stroking it with the back of his fingers. It glowed with a golden light at his touch, and the ghost of his bond with Kairi flickered inside him. So his new theory had been right: they really had joined together again.

All the previous times they’d been separated, Sora had always felt their connection burning brightly in his heart. But there was something very different about the world he found himself in now. He couldn’t feel any of his ties to his friends, not even to Kairi. He feared his connection to her–which had saved him so many times–had been irrevocably severed. Sora’s heart rarely ever felt alone, until he’d been sent here. He knew that was partly because for most of his life, it hadn’t been: Ven had always been with him, not to mention all his other friends. But in this strange place, Sora felt true desolation–or at least, he had, until now.

It’s still there. Our bond–it wasn’t broken. It was there, all this time…

“Even if we’re apart,” he said to the feather, his face breaking into a smile, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks, “we’re not alone anymore–right, Kairi?” Back then, he’d said those words to make her feel better. Now, he took what comfort from them he could.

Sora cradled the feather in his palm, running his fingers over it again and again. The first time he had summoned his wing was during their battle against Xehanort, just moments after he’d found Kairi again. He never would have gained that power if Kairi hadn’t come back to him, if he hadn’t made his sacrifice. So Sora decided he would keep this feather with him from now on, until he made it back to Kairi. Whenever he felt sad or lonely, he would look at it, and it would remind him of what it had all been for: for the girl he loved more than life itself.

Sora wasn’t crying anymore.

After carefully placing the feather into one of his pockets, Sora remained seated on the ground next to the puddle, occasionally tracing a finger across its surface, watching the stars and skyscrapers bend and warp in the ripples. Deep down, he knew that the image of Kairi wouldn’t return–but he just couldn’t bear to leave, not yet. Sora had no way of knowing how much time he passed like this, lost in his thoughts and his memories. The events that had just transpired were so miraculous, so wonderful and heartbreaking and bizarre, Sora wasn’t entirely sure they’d actually just happened.

Had he ever been asleep? Had he ever been awake?

“Thank you,” Sora suddenly said to no one in particular, looking up to the sky. He’d been forbidden from seeing Kairi for so long, forbidden from holding her, from telling her he was alright, that he was fighting to come back to her–but he had been allowed to protect her. It wasn’t nearly enough, but for now, it had to suffice. Though his brief reunion with Kairi had reopened the wounds of his grief, it had also strengthened Sora’s resolve.

He’d upheld his vow–but he still had a promise to keep.

When exhaustion finally overtook him, Sora balled up his hoodie into a makeshift pillow. As he lay on his back, gazing up at the dim stars overhead, he retrieved Kairi’s charm from his pocket once more. He brought it to his chest, resting it over his heart with fingers wrapped gently around it.

And finally, after so many nights of lonely sleep,

in a world without her,

he dreamed of her.

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There is always sleep between part and meet with our usual words on the usual street

So let us part like we always do... and in a world without you I'll dream of you

When I come to, let us meet with our usual words on the usual street

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[joojconverts]

Hey there! You mentioned on a previous post that you can count the historical cc accounts on one hand. That made me wonder if you have other accounts or friends you can recommend out there for world building? You'll always be my favorite though hehe

Hii! Thank you so much hehe! Here are the ones that are active here on Tumblr, and that only or mostly make historical cc, apart from me:

@deniisu-sims; lots of historical build/buy mode cc there, with some CAS touch! Love her!!

@danjaley; if you love medieval stuff, this is the place to go! Always downloaded her stuff, even way back, when I had no intention of converting cc! CC finds, and mods, too! Iconic haha!

@simdreams; Love her stuff! You'll find a lot of good clothes there! 20th century up!

@declaration-of-dramas; Medieval mods! a must for medieval gameplay! A lot of talent!

@sims3medieval; if you’re looking for a world-builder, she is the one to got for! Even though she’s not that active, she’s definitely worth it!

@toreno-werty; really nice stuff for old west gameplay!! Check it out right now!

@windermeresimblr; some really cool hats for renaissance and medieval gameplay!

ALL THESE CREATORS NEED SOME APPRECIATION!!

When I told you I could count on my hands, I wasn't lying lol! if you want to check around for old historical CC, go to @ts3history! A LOT of finds in there!

I'm SO sorry if I forgot someone, my memory is not that good today, but I'm almost sure I included everyone!! Please let me know if I forgot anyone!

[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

Family Is Overrated

Word Count: 1,687

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, Jody Mills (brief), Bucky Sims, Lorraine Fox, Alicia & Max (brief)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst

A/N: uhm.... it’s here, sorry it’s bad lol haha i suck

A/N 2: this is part two of Ace!

A/N 3: Based off of Season 12, Episode 6, Celebrating The Life of Asa Fox

Masterlist   Ace

“Who’s gonna tell Jody?” you asked, standing around with Lorraine and Bucky.

“I don’t know,” Bucky sighed.

“Well, someone does. She was his closet friend,” you looked at him.

“I can’t do this,” Lorraine’s eyes watered up.

“I know, I’m so sorry for your loss, Lorraine. If you need any help….” you gave her a sorrowful look.

“Will you plan the funeral?” she asked you.

You knew you couldn’t say no. After everything Asa did for you, you needed to do this for him.

“Of course,” you nodded.

“Will you tell Jody?” Bucky turned to you.

You nodded softly.

“Thank you, dear. I know I can count on you,” her eyes watered once more.

“Of course. I’m sorry,” you wrapped your arms around her before leaving with Bucky.

“Why are you making that face, Ace?” he laughed softly.

“Asa’s gone. I knew I should've stayed with you two, it’s all my fault,” you gave him a look.

“Wasn’t your fault Ace. Mistakes were made. It was Jael’s fault,” he sighed.

“After this wake, I’m going to hunt him down. He’s dead,” 

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Bucky crosses his arms.

“Yeah, I can do it,” you shrugged.

“By yourself?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, so?” you gave him a look.

“Look, no offense, Ace, but you're just a kid,” he started.

“I’m not a kid. I’m 21 for crying out loud!” you raised your voice.

“That’s still young. You’re too invested into hunting,” 

“I’m fine. You don’t know what you’re saying. Bye,” you pushed past him, getting into your car and driving off.

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Asa was a well-known hunter in the community, everyone knew about him as everyone knew about you.

It had been years since you last saw Sam, Dean, and Jason, or talked to them.

You’ve been going around hotel to hotel, hunt to hunt, finding any hunter that needed help. It took your mind off of everything. You didn’t care about people knowing that you were a girl, or how you looked. The only thing that you kept, was who your family was and your name. People told stories about Sam and Dean, while you just stayed quiet. 

You dialed Jody’s number, getting ready to tell her about Asa. You met her many times, she was a nice person, but you didn’t know too much. You know she had two adopted daughters, both a few years younger than you, and you knew she was sheriff of Sioux Falls.

“Hey, kid. What’s up?” she picked up the phone with a cheerful voice. You felt your feelings drop, hearing how happy she sounded, and you were gonna ruin it.

“H-Hey, Jody. What’s going on?” you sniffled, taking a deep breath.

“Just have some friends over. We’re watching a movie. How was the hunt with Asa and Bucky?” she asked.

You paused, taking a deep breath.

“T-The demon…..” you started.

“The demon killed Asa,” you said softly.

You could hear her shallow breathing as your heart broke.

“Uhm, t-the wake’s today, and we’re cremating his body tomorrow. Lorraine wanted to get him out as soon as she can,” you explained.

“O-Oh,” she stuttered.

“I’m so, so sorry for your loss, Jody. I wish I could’ve saved him,” you started.

“No, no, kid. It’s not your fault. I-I’ll, uh, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” she sniffled.

“Okay,” you said softly.

“Okay,” she hung up the call.

You groaned to yourself, wiping your face, getting ready to go to Lorraine’s house.

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“Quiet down!” you yelled for what seemed like the 100th time.

Hunters were loud. Drunk hunters were louder.

You sighed, grabbing a beer.

“You Ace?” you heard a man from behind you ask.

You turned to see him talking to Bucky.

“Nope,” he shook his head.

“I don’t get it, I’ve asked every hunter here, none of them are Ace,” the man sighed.

“Well, you didn’t ask me. Nice to meet you,” you gave a sarcastic smile.

“You?” he asked in disbelief.

“Do you have a problem with that?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Just…. not what I was expecting,” he replied.

“Now, I have a question for you. Did you ask every hunter here, or did you ask every man here?” you pushed off the table, crossing your arms as he went silent.

“Didn't think a woman could be the fiercest hunter here? Do you have a problem with women?” you walked near him, watching him tense up.

You saw Bucky hold in a laugh from the corner of your eye.

“N-No, no ma’am,” he stuttered.

“That’s what I thought,” you scoffed.

“M-May I just say it’s an honor to meet you. I’ve heard the stories about you, all the great things you’ve done,” he started.

Stories?

You knew that hunters knew you, but you didn't know they told stories.

“Oh, uh, thanks…. I think?” you hesitated briefly.

“So, how did you start hunting?” he asked you.

“My mom was a hunter, and when she died I felt like I had to take on her legacy,” you explained.

“What about any other family? Like your dad? Any siblings?” he bombarded you with questions.

“Dead. My dad died when I was a kid, and my brother died some time ago,” you lied.

“Oh, I’m so sorry for your loss,” he gave you a sad look.

“Well, it's been a while, and I’m okay,” you shrugged.

You gave a small smile, finding your way to find Lorraine.

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“No labels, that’s a red sign,” Dean muttered to himself, picking up a beer bottle.

“Nah, it’s good. Homemade,” Bucky smiled.

“I’m Bucky Sims,” Bucky introduced.

“Dean Winchester,” he replied.

“Whoa, the Dean Winchester? As in like dead four times Dean Winchester?” another hunter, named Randy interrupted.

“Yeah, it, uh didn’t stick,” he gave a small smile.

“I mean, Asa was famous, but you’re here, and Ace is here? This is gonna get interesting,” he exhaled.

“Ace is here? I’ve always wanted to meet him,” Dean started.

“Uh, she,” Bucky corrected.

“Oh, really? Good for her,” Dean said, opening his beer.

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“Oh, hey Alicia, Max,” you greeted the twins, standing in front of them.

“Hey, Ace, this is Sam,” she introduced you to the man standing in front of them.

He turned to you, as you felt shivers go down your spine. 

Sam

“Oh my god,” you gasped.

“What the!?” he jumped up, looking at you in shock.

“I-It’s nice t-to meet you,” you stuttered, walking back.

Holy shit, oh my god

You panicked, walking to the back room.

“(Y/N),” you heard Dean call your name.

It’s been years since anyone called you by your name.

“Please, go away,” you said, walking into a room, with Sam and Dean entering with you.

“(Y/N), please, just talk to us,” Dean said.

“Shut up. Leave me alone, please,” you begged.

“You’re Ace? You’re freaking Ace?!” Dean raised his voice.

“So what if I am?!” you yelled at them.

“No, Ace was around before you left,” Sam remembered.

“I was Ace then, and I’m Ace now,” you said shakily.

“What the hell?!” Dean yelled.

“Just stop! Both of you!” you yelled.

“(Y/N), just listen,” Sam started.

“No! You have nothing to say to me, Sam. Do you think I-I forgot what the last thing you said to me was?!” you yelled.

“That wasn’t me, I swear. Look, when we were at the hospital, we were all waiting, i-in the waiting room. They weren’t letting us go in. We saw a shifter leaving your room, and then you were gone,” Sam’s eyes watered.

You went quiet.

“Where’s my brother?” you asked softly.

They both gave each other a look.

“Where is he?” you raised your voice.

“He’s gone,” Dean answered.

You felt your heart drop.

“W-What… what do you mean?” you stuttered. You knew, but you couldn’t. He couldn’t be gone.

“He’s dead, (Y/N)!” Dean yelled.

You jumped slightly, as your eyes watered.

Sam elbowed Dean, motioning to him to calm down.

“(Y/N),” Sam started.

“I’m sorry-” he continued.

“Please, j-just don’t. God, everything was okay before you came here,” you sighed.

“Okay? You call that okay? We looked for you, for so long! We thought you died, (Y/N)! You disappeared!” Dean yelled.

“Y-You think I was gonna stay there, with you?” you spat.

“We were gonna fix things,” Dean started.

“There was no fixing things! I told you that I-I hated you! And I still do! Do you think I-I wanted to fix things after everything that I said? I was in pain, Dean, and you made it worse. I bet you still don’t know where I was going that day,” you shook your head.

“Maybe I don’t, okay, but we’re family. We’re supposed to hate each other, and we’re supposed to fix things,” he said softly.

“What makes you think I want to? Look, out there, with all the hunters, I’m Ace. (Y/N) doesn’t exist. You two don’t know me. You can stay for Asa’s wake, but after this, I never, ever want to see you again,” you said shakily.

“That’s not your decision to make,” Dean said, as you started walking out of the room.

“It’s not yours either. You were the worst father. I’d be shocked if you even knew how old I am,” you scoffed, about to leave.

“You’re (Y/N) Winchester, born on April 20th, 1995. You’re 21 years old, your favorite color is blue, your favorite book is ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’. You wanted to go to Yale, and you’re my daughter. And I love you, so much. And I’m so sorry that I didn’t show it.”

You froze, your hand on the doorknob, as your tears fell to the floor.

“I spent years looking for you because you’re my kid, you’re my family, and you mean the world to me,” Dean walked next to you, putting his hand on yours, slowly taking it off the door.

“You’re smart, you’re fierce, you’re brave, you’re kind, you’re beautiful. And you’re too good for our family,” he turned you to face him.

“Family’s overrated anyways,” you sniffled, closing the door behind you.

(Posted @  on July 16, 2020)

Tagging - @vicmc624​ @beancave​ @yoongi-holland​ @samsgirl93​ @the-and-sign-anon​ @cryingskies​ @skyelikestowrite 

[geekgemsspooksandtoons]

Happy birthday @celuna21

Today is an important day. Despite the...weird recent thing I showcased on my FNAF blog. But before that, I did wonder of posting this thing here.

I just wanna say again or so, happy 21st birthday Luna. You're genuinely one of the kindest human beings I've ever met. Despite my weirdness, but that isn't the point. You're such an understanding person who doesn't deserve shit. You are a loving person who deserves the world. And I'm grateful to have you as one of my good, best friends. :)

While I admit, I didn't make anything before I went on vacation. It was weird thinking of ideas of what to make for you. But considering what you told me that it's fine or something. I'm just glad you told me that some days ago.

Fucking shit...it's not the 20th...it's the 19th...I'll leave this in the drafts.

1:58 am..it's the 20th now...and I can't believe I forgot this, wow lol. I was trying to go to bed. Anyway, happy 21st birthday Luna. :) 2:00 am.

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A totally self indulgent compilation of my favorite works on this blog of the year June 13, 2019 - June 13, 2020

I wanted to do this for the blog's first anniversary but then completely forgot about it lol.

The following lists are all in chronological order according to the date each post was first published.

Top 10 panel edits:

#1: Don and Gilda - Chapter 138: Demon serch (1)

Date: Jun 14th, 2019

Time: ~ 1:30 h

My very first redraw from my very first edit posted here, so it deserves an honorable mention. Back then I was young and inexperienced, I didn't even apply a gray filter (lmao I was so unskilled I even unintentionally scratched the picture, I hadn't realized until today). I'm actually very happy my first redraw was of Don, boy deserves all the love.

#2: Emma and Ray - Chapter 140: I’m Here!

Date: Jun 28th, 2019

Time: ~ 1 h

Back then this looked like so much work to me!!! And to this day, I think it turned out pretty well. I'm particularly proud of how the bow turned out. This is one I was really proud of right after having finished it; it gave me the confidence to try redrawing bigger areas. Also, the edit were I first applied the opacity of layer / opacity of brush for the gray filter that would have stuck with me.

#3: Krone's birthday edit

Date: Jul 15th, 2019

Time: 15 mins

I don't know I just really like how Krone's hair vanish to a more sketch-like style here– and consequently, how I managed to replicate such effect. I think Krone's beautiful.

#4: Emma, Norman and Ray - Chapter 153: Coward

Date: Oct 4th, 2019

Time: 4:07 h (and 67 layers lmao)

Probably the single panel redraw I'm the most proud of. That Norman panel was beautiful and very poignant at the end of a chapter I adored, so I believe it deserved all the time I've spent working on it. It's far from being perfect - the back of his head is too plain, and the difference between my brushes and the original brushes is pretty visible - but I still like it very much and am extremely attached to it. The horn looks kinda big but I honestly believe it to be more of an issue with the original than with what I had redrawn lol. Funny enough, the whole picture didn't make it to the final edit and had to be trimmed.

#5: Full Score Trio - Chapter 154: A Breakthrough

Date: Oct 11th, 2019

Time: 29 mins

I don't have a particular reason for this I just think Emma's hair turned out amazing. It took just half an hour and I didn't even use references like. Wow. @Redrawing skills where did you go please come back

#6: Mujika and Queen Legravalima - Chapter 158: The Reason I Was Born

Date: Nov 17th, 2019

Time: 2:09 h

Sis I love this so freaking much. The shift from redrawing almost exclusively people and clothes to redrawing this mess was so fun and refreshing. Even though it's a mess I think it turned out very clean and overall it looks beautiful? I remember after finishing this I felt so powerful, like now that I had redrawn this thing I would have been able to redraw anything I set my mind on lol.

#7: Emma - Chapter 161: Never Be Alone

Date: Dec 13th, 2019

Time: 57 mins

Again no particular reason except this is a very cute Emma and I think the redraw turned out pretty well. There's this big lock on the left that doesn't make a lot of sense but overall I really like it. Cute Emma is cute, and I love her determination.

#8: Emma - Chapter 166: Going Back Home

Date: Mar 9th, 2020

Time: 3:45 h

I'M SO FREAKING PROUD OF THAT RIFFLE I have not the slightlest idea why this took so damn long BUT I'M SO PROUD OF IT

#9: Norman's birthday edit

Date: Mar 21st, 2020

Time: 1:04 h

This is cool! I didn't know I could manage to draw this, but I did it! The feathers were particularly hard to clean but I think they turned out fine.

#10: Full Score Trio - Chapter 174: A New World (part 1)

Date: Apr 6th, 2020

Time: 2:11 h

I just think they're very pretty? I can't understand if I like Ray's face a lot, or not at all, but I think overall there was a lot to redraw and it turned out pretty cute! Sorry Gillian.

(Also insert pretty much every panel from the chapter 177 Isabella edit– I've spent so many hours on basically every panel there's no way I could choose only one).

Top 5 edits as whole:

#1: Emma and Ray - Chapter 140: I’m Here!

Date: Jun 29th, 2019

Complessive time: 2:57+ h

The very first edit I'm actually proud of; I'm really attached to it. It's the first edit I had put all of my effort into, and I remember feeling anxious people would have left it without notes. It kinda feels weird to think about it now, because I really don't care about notes anymore; yet, it somehow makes me happy to think that past-me wasn't let down. Thank you @neverlandstrio for your support, you may not remember but it really meant a lot to me back then! And it still makes me smile. You're the best!!!!!!

#2: Mujika and Queen Legravalima - Chapter 158: The Reason I Was Born

Date: Nov 20th, 2019

Complessive time: 7:12+ hours

This whole edit was an hella wild ride. It's midnight before a school day, when I think: "Mh, it's been a while since I last made an edit, why not make one about Musica and the queen from the last chapter?" And seven hours after this was born. I'm particularly proud of the queen's redraws on the 3rd, 7th and 9th picture (ofc), the areas which have been redrawn are pretty huge yet I think the difference with the original is almost impossible to notice?? @Redrawing skills where did you go please come back (part 2)

#3: Emma - Chapter 174: A New World (part 1)

Date: Apr 12th, 2020

Complessive time: 6:53+ h

I think the panels that were selected work very well together, especially considering the close-up / full body alternation. I love Emma, and I've always been kinda sad noticing that edits that focus one her take the less notes... She deserves all the love. Also, fun fact: for the last but one panel, I had redrawn Emma's whole left ear before remembering she doesn't have one, so I had to redraw the panel from the start. Besides from the error with the ear, the reason why this (and all the others after) took so long is because official panel take way longer to clean.

#4: Isabella and her children - Chapter 177: Mother

Date: May 22nd, 2020

Complessive time: 13:41+ h (ahah.)

Lmao tbh I can't understand how this has so few notes it's like. Technically speaking, probably the best edit I've ever done. I don't even like Isabella that much, I haven't got the slightlest idea why I decided to spend so many hours on this. Anyway, I find the composition (full body on the left / headshots on the right) really good looking in this as well! And I think the redraws turned out fine, especially Isabella's.

#5: The Promised Neverland manga ending countdown→ 1/7 chapters: chapter 1 - Grace Field House

Date: Jun 9th, 2020

Complessive time: 1:59+ h

I don't know how I came up with that idea for the composition but I find it really beautiful??? I think it does a pretty good job conveying the sudden, terrific shift of atmosphere from the first chapter, and I think that sharp bridge is very nice. I'm very, very proud of this.

Honorable mention #1: Full Score Trio - Chapter 154: A Breakthrough

Date: Oct 13th, 2019

Complessive time: 3:44+ h (+ 1:13 h of working on a panel that ultimately didn't make it to the final edit)

A very good chapter, and the edit turned out surprisingly amazing??? All the redraws look great and make it almost impossible to distinguish them from the original; honestly I feel like I'll never be able to redraw so neatly again lol.

Honorable mention #2: Don and Gilda (+ Norman) - Chapter 160: Shackles

Date: Dec 11th, 2019

Complessive time: 3:14+ h

That one is really one of my favorite scenes; I'm telling you peoples, Gilda and Don are a blessing to the earth. I think I've never mentioned it, but Gilda's hair is a nightmare to redraw??? More specifically, it takes me h o u r s to fill the texture without making it look too weird, it's the worst.

Honorable mention #3: Norman and Ray - Chapter 179: Compensation

Date: Jun 6th, 2020

Complessive time: 4:16+ h

I was so glad to finally be able to make a Norman / Ray edit, and it turned out it was just in time before the series' finale. I like how it turned out and I'm pretty satisfied with the redraws (even though my sister helped me with the lineart of some panels - it was exams time and I really couldn't afford to spend more time on it), too bad we didn't have more chapters that focused on the boys. Ray sweetie one day I'll fix your ear it's just today's not that day.

Btw, I justed realized I have never done an Emma / Norman centered edit? I'll have to make one eventually. I remember considering focusing on them alone for the chapter 154 one, but then I thought "even if the manga is gonna ignore Ray, I will chose to do not" lol.

Top 5 long posts:

#1: Reconstruction of how the Grace Field children were settled in the three bedrooms

Date: Aug 28th, 2019

I just had really a lot of fun doing it. I love putting all the little things to their own place, it's so calming to do and that's why I love making this kind of things. Also, loved how @temporoom contributed to the post! It was so nice of them to add what they had noticed to come up with more exact conclusions, that's one of the things I love the most about the internet.

#2: A study of how many times the characters of The Promised Neverland call each other through the first season of the anime

Date: Sep 10th, 2019

I REALLY LOVE IT! I mean it *was* kinda stressing to note everything, but it was very also very satisfying to see everything methodically divided and organized! And it's not just that– it's also the fact that it looks good. That's one post I have fun rereading because it's actually pretty! Also, even though it can be very stressing to learn to use new programs and sites, it's always very satisfying to look at the final result. Again, I really adore compiling these tiny little details! I would love to make more posts of that kind if i had the time.

#3: The Promised Neverland musicals headcanons

Date: Oct 27th, 2019

I mean it's literally. Putting my two favorite fandoms together how could I not love it. This is another one I really enjoy rereading, I find all the musical / character associations so fitting! I really want to make a second part, I hope to find some time to do it.

#4: Considerations on the reward / eventual series' finales (and Emma's sacrifice)

Date: May 7th, 2020

It's always nice to put down all your thoughts regarding a particular matter. It can take a lot of time (at least for me it does because... I need time to think about things), but it's so satisfying to see all of them there once you're done. Bonus points when, like in this case, it was something asked by someone else because “Wow! Somebody wants to hear my opinion on this subject! I'm flattered (◍•ᴗ•◍)”

#5: Some other considerations on the series' finale and Emma sacrificing herself

Date: Jun 13th, 2020

Pretty much the same as above. It's like some kind of clarity when the post is done and signed. Another fun fact, I had to censore the post a lot; the first version was extremely sharp and harsh, but I believe it's right to express your opinions calmly and politely.

Bonus: A thread of what the tpn characters would wear at the Oscars

Date: Feb 9th, 2020

Imagining all the children in those pretty dresses makes me so incredibly happy (╥﹏╥) I go back to look at that post a lot. I really love red carpets, I love looking at pretty dresses!!!!!

Lmao it's so funny how the post of mine I like the most are also the ones with the less notes

Anyway this was just a personal report! You don't have to read it all (or any of it actually). But it was indeed fun making it! Here's to many more months in the fandom!!!

[legendofzeldasilentprincess]

AIGHT FRIENDS. ITS TIME FOR ME TO DIP (for a bit lol)!

EDIT: I was making this as I was slowly linking stuff to this post and then came across the BIGGEST SPOILER of the game and I am so upset at having come across it 😭😭😭

I forgot that there are already reviews (both spoiler and non-spoiler ones) out there for Age of Calamity before the actual release date

SO

I believe it’s time for me to avoid tumblr for now, because as much as I want to really like REALLY look at the spoilers out there (especially to my Zelink fam which I wanna fangirl with so badly) I’m gonna have to force myself and try my best not to give in and wait until the release tmrw and enjoy it through and through playing the whole game through my stream!

If you’re interested in watching the gameplay with me come join tmrw:

Thursday, November 19th @ 11pm EST (Eastern Standard Time) for some one hour gameplay of Story of Seasons AND THEN going straight into the midnight release of Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity Friday, November 20th @ 12am EST

Here’s the schedule for the weekend of when exactly I will be streaming and playing!

and this is my twitch link to my channel: twitch.tv/krezuko 

You can come join right before I even start Age of Calamity or just come and chill early by then as I play another game and wait until midnight lol.

I will also try my best to post both Japanese and English Dub of the cutscenes/clips along the way on my youtube channel: reyes i play games

Thank you guys for those fun amazing headcanons up until the day of the release, it was so much fun creating theories or analyzing those small trailers with you all!

I hope to see some of you during the stream because I aim to playing the game ALL NIGHT (and maybe morning) LONG LOL.

I WILL BE BACK ON TUMBLR SOME TIME THIS WEEKEND TO MAYBE FREAK OUT OVER SOME STUFF THO!!

[petork]

-105 please

NB i am told this was meant to say 1-50

thanks queen <3 here we go

1. Who is your favourite ghost?

lately? it's been kitty. and i'm contractually obligated to love the captain

2. If you could see the ghosts like Alison, which one do you think would come the closest to making you want to leave the house?

the obvious answer is julian but probably actually robin, i HATE being spooked (as the asker can attest xx)

3. How would you feel if you couldn’t see the ghosts, but knew they were there, like Mike?

i'd feel mad jealous even though i'd actually have it pretty good. the other person would be trying so hard to tell me how much it sucks and i'd just be like 'but... goast.....'

4. Would you want to see ghosts like Alison, or would you rather be ignorant to their goings and doings?

again my immediate answer is I WANNA SEE THEM but i also know that might suck in many ways. at least for a while. i am not a patient person so i don't know if i could learn to live with them like alison could. but on the other hand... the chance to actually talk to people from the fucking actual past... thinking emoji!

5. If you were a ghost living in the house, would you rather be upstairs with the main nine ghosts, or downstairs with the plague ghosts?

upstairs for sure, sorry to the plague ghosts but i do not want to hang out in a basement for eternity

6. If you were someone who died in the house would you rather be “sucked off” immediately, or would you like to hang around a bit and get to know some of the other ghosts before getting “sucked off”?

i would probably just end up staying forever because i'm scared of the void of death.... <3

7. Which ghost would you miss the most if they were “sucked off” in the next series?

UNBELIEVABLE question? i'd miss ALL OF THEM. but see question 1 also

8. Which ghost do you think you’d get along with the best?

it's hard to say. i think they would all get on my nerves because as said i am not very patient. but the one who would irritate me LEAST... maybe pat?

9. Which ghost would you say you’re most like?

captain. not to be a cliche but i'm gay and repressed. and also irritable and grumpy

10. Which ghost would you say you’re least like?

JULIAN

11. What is a (popular or not) fan theory that you love?

(pasted from prev answer) i don’t actually like ship it because he’s definitely older than her, but a couple of people have said kitty sometimes acts like she has a crush on thomas. which is cute to me even if she does need to get better taste (love u kitty xxx)

12. What is a (popular or not) fan theory that you don’t quite agree with?

(pasted from prev answer) not so much a specific theory but i disagree with the general idea that anything of consequence went on with the captain and havers. i think it was meant to come across as just a snippet of the captain’s poor sad gay life and, as several brain geniuses have pointed out, due to the timing of germany invading france + the captain’s medals the flashback must have been from a good few years BEFORE he died. and i think the flashback was the last time they ever saw each other, so i don’t think that a) havers has any link to the captain’s eventual death or 2) anything romantic ever happened between them

13. Favourite ship and why?

captain x my cute oc boyfriend because i've tailored it to my exact needs. why ship retail when you can ship bespoke?

14. Least favourite ship and why? (Please be nice though!)

patcap as we all know. like YES i'm a contrary bitch so i don't like things that are popular and i do think i'm better than everyone else... but really idk why exactly i just don't gel with it at all. and when i've tried to read fic in the past it feels to me like their characters are kind of flattened. and i think the captain is too much of a bitch. and i think pat is serving us normie heterosexual. it's the 'cinnamon roll' ship of this fandom and i can't STAND (metaphorical) cinnamon rolls. AND ALSO pat is not the simple soft dad cinnamon roll fandom often makes him out to be! like he is a very nice person but he's also fucked up and insane like all of them. anyway my brain charges extremely low rents

15. If you could go back in time and live in the house/on the property at the same time as one of the ghosts when they were alive, who would you pick?

captain. need to know wtf's going on with him

16. Would you rather inherit the house (and its ghostly inhabitants), or just visit?

realistically... visit. i think i would lose my mind eventually if i lived there

17. Do you think we’ll ever know how every ghost died? Do you think there will be anyone whose death we’ll never learn about?

i hope we do, but i also appreciate that isn't the sole point of the series, otherwise it would be kinda boring and discovering how they died wouldn't be as impactful. if there's anyone's death we don't find out about, i think it would probably be robin? lol what if it was so long ago he just forgot

18. What is your favourite Ghosts fanfiction?

so i'm stupid and i never use bookmarks on ao3..... i've read a LOT of different fics i like but do you think i can revisit them? no! because i'm stupid! so i cannot fairly pick an absolute fave sorry

19. What is your favourite Ghosts fan art?

THIS <3

all the babies and children on here talk about horrible histories the show being 'their childhood'........ put some respect on terry deary's name. and this artist did!

20. Tag 5 favourite Ghosts fandom content creators!

honestly i'm not good with like. knowing people. but here are 5 fanfics i've enjoyed (based on the author's replies in my inbox because, again, i am too stupid to use bookmarks)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28287567

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29868645

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28653192

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28067277/chapters/68761830

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26957662/chapters/65795407

21. Are there any historical periods you wish we’d have gotten to see a ghost/ghosts from but didn’t?

(pasted from other post) not to be predictable but i would have liked to see a 1960s ghost. like a mod who crashed his scooter or something. we have enough 20th century ghosts though but i believe the us remake has some kind of hippie ghost…

22. What is something you’re hoping to see in a future series?

flashback to the captain getting some. like implied or whatever. i can't cope with him dying a virgin. he needs this

23. What is something you’re hoping to see in a future series, but know we probably WON’T get to see?

(pasted from other post) alison meets someone else who can see ghosts, and we get to see the ghosts at THEIR house…. i always love it when we see extra ghosts but i know they probably won’t make any recurring because it would come off as running out of ideas. but i still think they should add a 90s teenager named roy

24. Which lesser-seen characters would you like to see more of in future series?

tbh there's none i can think of that i think we should SEE more of, they get a pretty good balance. there are some i definitely want to learn more about though

25. Are there any characters you wish we’d see less?

don't make me pick a least favourite child </3 but also i think thomas could probably tone it down a bit.

26. Favourite one-liner?

I'LL WAIT FOR YOU, MY COMELY NUG - me whenever i order chicken nuggets on just eat

27. Favourite episode?

DON'T EVEN... i like 2x06 and 3x05 a lot

28. Top 5 headcanons for [insert character name here]?

i'm going to do the captain because obviously i am

- he may or may not have been lavender married

- he may or may not have had a drinking problem

- public schoolboy with domineering father, clearly

- IF he had a lavender wife then she spent all her time in the company of her 'odd' female friend who wore men's clothes, smoked cigars and drove a motorbike. the captain was obviously clueless

that's 4 so a cheeky one for fanny:

- she did a lot of medicinal coke

29. Whose costume is your favourite?

kitty. gotta love an ott ballgown

30. Whose costume is your least favourite?

that's an offtopic question. you have been stopped.

31. If you could do a complete redesign of one of the ghosts’ costumes, whose would you change and how?

i would give thomas his double denim

32. If you could play any of the existing ghosts, which one would you want to play and why?

i think i'd be good at playing mary. meek weird girl who says things that don't make any sense? omg she is LITERALLY me

33. Which ghost would you least like to play and why?

julian, i'm not getting my pussy out

34. What one thing would you miss most if you became a ghost and had to live by the same rules as the Button House ghosts?

FOOD. food. eating and food.

35. How do you think one or more of the ghosts whose deaths we haven’t seen died? Or, if we know the cause of death but not the reason for the death (like Mary being burned as a witch or Humphrey being beheaded), why do you think they were killed?

i think mary's execution might have had something to do with her husband's death and her being unfairly accused or something. also like, she just acts kinda weird, and we know how that often played out for women back then...

and i think the captain died in some really boring mundane natural causes way (congenital heart attack or something) but he's stuck around because a) he's never come to terms with the whole h*mo thing and 2) he was just really mad that he died so boringly

36. Favourite [insert character name here] moment?

CAPTAIN GETTING KITTY TO SMILE

37. What do you think [insert character name here] was like when they were alive? Do you think they were exactly the same as they are now, or do you think there were any major or minor differences?

ok i'll do fanny for this one. i think she was less domineering when she was alive, in death she clearly thinks of herself as above the other ghosts and bosses them around, and when she talks shit about george it's not like he can get back at her in any way. but it would be interesting to see how they interacted when both were alive

38. It’s your turn to pick a movie for film club! What are you watching?

(from prev post) i haven’t seen any movies errr….. maybe austin powers because it’s so sad that julian died just a few years before it came out because he would love it and get really annoying about quoting it all the time and it would be really funny for the captain (who thought the movie was unironic) to have to deal with that. and fanny would NOT COPE.

39. Would you rather share a room with Thomas (constantly sighing and reciting bad poetry) or Fanny (falls out of the window screaming every night)?

fanny. men be quiet challenge

40. If you could do some kind of historical swap (i.e. place a ghost in a different period from their own), who would you choose and what period are they from now?

i would like to give kitty the chance to be a 20th or 21st century girl. maybe an era like the 60s or 80s that was known for daring fashions, i think she would luv it

41. Let’s settle this once and for all. Who’s the real leader, the Captain or Pat?

fanny

42. If the ghosts could eat, what is one food you would like to share with them that they might not have tried before?

doritos tangy cheese, mountain dew baja blast, 4loko. i would make thomas try a jalapeno. i would also make them try my cooking experiments because i do that to anyone i live with

43. You’ve heard rumours of a tenth upstairs ghost who doesn’t often venture out of their room to visit with the other residents of the house. Who are they? (i.e. make up a ghost OC. I know i’m putting you on the spot. I just want to see what you come up with.)

it's george button and his bitch ass is too scared of his wife to come down. his downfall comes when he finds out there's another gay ghost and simply has to clap them cheeks (he fails)

44. Tell me a song you think [insert character name here] would like, or a song that reminds you of them!

i think alison's probably already introduced him to them but thomas + anything by the smiths. i would also make the captain sit quietly and listen to a tracy chapman cd (for my lover...)

45. What song(s) do you think would annoy certain ghosts the most?

the smiths would annoy everyone except thomas. literally they'd all be trying to re-kill him

46. Who is one actor you’d love to see guest star? What kind of character would you like to see them play?

steve coogan as like. anyone. preferably a ghost. a roman centurion ghost if you wanna get cultural. but seriously i just want alan

47. If you could have one Horrible Histories song in Ghosts (either sung by a ghost/ghosts, or playing on the TV or computer for them to watch), which one would you want it to be and why?

that song about how no 'british' stuff is actually british. like tea. i want julian to melt down

48. What do you think the ghosts’ jobs would be in a modern living-human AU where they’re all just chaotic housemates?

captain & kitty: have their own wedding planning company

julian: still a politician but instead of an mp he's like a parish councillor. handforth antics

fanny: headteacher

robin: cool off the shits teacher at same school who undermines fanny wherever possible. deals weed to students

mary: runs a shop selling like healing crystals and incense and dreamcatchers

humphrey: customer service supervisor who actually likes his job because he takes no shit and just fucks with every single customer

thomas: unemployed podcaster

pat: dogwalker

49. What is one modern invention you think [insert character name here] would be surprised or confused by?

fanny would be so baffled by any Feminine Products. when she discovers tampons it's all she can talk about for a week. the mooncup made her go into a coma

50. Name an AU you haven’t seen someone create content for, but which you’d love to read a fic or see some art for.

not to be the way i am but i'd love if anyone ever drew art or something about my au which is a modern-day au where fanny and captain are alison and kitty's divorced parents, julian and robin are captain's brothers and alison's wack uncles, mary is their childhood nanny, thomas is a student lodger at button house, humphrey is a cat and pat is just some guy. but yeah in the past i've had a couple of anons on here mention it and i did melt into a puddle... i think if someone did art i'd explode and die. in a good way like