#Thanks to all the new followers too 8D

[lxkexbxss]

Sorry for not being on here a lot...monkeys wrestled my attention from the turtles once more and they refuse to let me focus on anything else ewe;;;;

[istadris]

How do you think the mainverse brothers would react to the Missing Half Duo and vice versa? Like say there was a situation where Mr. L got paired with Mario and Doc with Luigi and the two groups were separated for a bit

Oh boy, I was hoping for an ask like this 8D!!

[referencing to this AU ]

For the sake of the narrative, this teaming up would happen quite a while after Dr Mario and Mr L grew used to each other and start actually settling.

But this encounter and pairing with the mainverse Bros?

To make it short : It's a MESS.

Mario and Mr L make a terrible team. Mr L has relied on himself for most of his life, then only recently started to trust Doc to watch his back, and was starting to look after him, seeing it as his job to protect "this soft-hearted idiot"; with Mario, who's used to take point and go first, it only clashes. He's much more assertive and agressive than the Luigi Mario is used to, they're both horribly stubborn, leading to all sorts of conflicts and struggles.

Mr L troubles Mario. He's always seen it as his mission to look after Luigi, and now that he's confronted with a version of his brother who had to grow up alone, he feels even more protective, to make up for what Mr L didn't have.

Mr L doesn't want Mario's protection or concern, he doesn't want him to risk his life for him (not again), it's bad enough with the Doc who's a mother hen...but at least, Doc gets him in a way mainverse!Mario never will. Only Dr Mario has an idea of the pain Mr L went through, only him knows what it's like to lose his brother. This Mario, who's happy, who's carefree, who's had his brother his all life and never had to feel guilty about, ooooh, he pisses him off!

The truth is, deep down, Mr L is scared. And as he's always done to survive, he hides his fear and pain under anger and lashes out at anyone in range.

He's faced with a Mario who's so content and stable in his life, the perfect Mario. And he know Doc is currently facing a Luigi who is more gentle, more kind, more balanced. More like his real brother. This Luigi is the better version of him, the one Doc is probably missing; Mr L is convinced that Dr Mario will prefer this Luigi to him. Why wouldn't he, after all ? Mr L is a troublesome, feral, nasty parody of the brother Dr Mario lost, who would want him as a brother?

He couldn't be further from the truth.

Doctor Mario likes Luigi. He likes everyone. He figures he would like every Luigi in the multiverse. But unlike with Mr L, he can't bring himself to get close with this other Luigi.

He looks and acts and behaves so close to how he imagines his own twin would have lived, based on his old memories...but it feels even more empty. Makes him realize that the version he imagines never grew up, may have been another person. It's so close yet so unbearably far. It's like being given a glass of water that he's not allowed to drink in the desert.

For all his similarities with his twin, Mr L is NOT his Luigi, never will be and never cared to try. Thanks to that, Dr Mario is spared of a cruel illusion, and he has grown attached to this new brother. He's flawed, he's a mess, he didn't choose him.

But what is someone you never chose, who gets on your nerve yet shares a bond no one else understands and that you love despite everything... but family ?

I want my brother back, he suddenly thinks during the adventure, and the realization that he's thinking of Mr L and not his little brother is enough to make him stop and swallow a sob, he who has always kept his emotion tightly locked where no one could see.

As for Luigi, he doesn't know what to make of this Mario who's so different from his brother. He's too calm, too passive; Luigi is used to follow after his brother's decisions, but now he's paired with someone who also expects someone else to take the lead, and it's extremely awkward, on top of the disturbing notion of being around someone while being a clone of their dead relative.

With my friends, we had discussed at some point that there might have been a moment at the beginning where, an angry Mr L might have shouted at Dr Mario :

"I'm not the brother you want, but I'm the one you deserve!"

And by the end of this adventure, he would have come to Dr Mario to apologise and confess:

"You're not the brother I wanted... but you're the one I need."

[charmerquilled]

I just want to put it out there, for anyone new who has followed recently ( or anyone who has been a long time follower), that asks/submissions/and threads are closed and going through a phase of clean up! 8D I promise, I'll get my stuff back in order again soon (I REALLY want to finish my art piece first because it will be front and center on my blog's background and such and I'm too excited to see it come together) But this means I am going to have a TOTAL clean out. Clearing my ask box, clearing all threads. I want to start over without the pains of moving blogs lol. Same rakan, new everything else haha. I hate to delete things, but I haven't truly been active on Rakan for a year due to life, and I'm just now starting to get my passion for writing back. So thank you for your patience with me. I love my golden chaos birb and I can't wait to throw him at peeps again.

[mable-stitchpunk]

Let me just say i adore how you continue to adapt current Fnaf lore into the Home series in ways that preserve the general flavor and fashion of the canon, while still changing and integrating it into Home canon in what feel like very natural ways.

Like, the concepts of “remnant and agony” being more *suggested* through Eleanor and Vanny, taking on a different feel to them as we learn about it alongside our ensemble cast. Or Chica’s hunger that was played for laughs in SB now having a much darker, tragic source as a trauma she suffered from Baby’s actions way back in AFLH - was NOT expecting that to come back around!!!! Or, speaking of the previous sequel, having OMC be the twist villain manipulating everyone’s perceptions.

Anyways, again, loving the new chapter, loving all the work and effort you put into this story while also put into your other projects! <3

Oh, thank you kindly! 8D I've been trying to sort of slow-sow some of these ideas without making them seem too jarring. Like, putting them in in a way where it would make sense with the rules of the world, so they will belong in it.

OMC is going to be a tough act to follow, admittedly. 😅But that's one of those cases where everything fell in the right place right from the get-go and held out until the end.

I've got something coming and I cannot begin to express how hard I had to plan to get it just right, but I'm very excited for it! Now it's just a matter of execution...

Thank you again!

[nei-ning]

Hi! Sorry if this is really random but I been wanting to let you know (for a long time) that I really do love your work; both art and writing wise. I pretty much been following you for years (I believe it all started at DeviantArt) and even though I leave the fandom for a while, I always come back to enjoy your works (and HummerHouse too). So I basically followed you in all different platforms that you're in. 😂 Sorry if that sounds weird but you're definitely on my list of being one of my favorite TMNT creators in the fandom, both TCest and Brotherly fluff. I'm also sorry if I never reach out to say anything after all these years of seeing your work (and seeing your improvement) but crazy fandom behavior have scared me away in reaching out to creators in fear in making them feel uncomfortable or being harassed for liking certain content (which unfortunately has happened to me before). But anyway, I really do love your work and I always feel a sense of joy whenever I see that you updated or made a new fic or fanart. 😊

AAH OH MY GOD! LONG TIME FOLLOWER! HELLO! 8D I'm so happy you finally approached me with this lovely message! <3

First of all, this isn't random AT ALL! Any normal person LOVES to get feedback, comments, support, interact with their friends and fans - all in positive way, of course :3 This message of yours made me SO HAPPY that there's no enough words on this planet for me to express my joy! :D

You, like everyone else, are FREE to follow me in as many place as I have account at! :D That's why those accounts have been created, after all. So that people can follow me :3 So there's NOTHING creepy about that! Anyone who thinks it's creepy to have followers follow you more than in one place should have only one account then.

Aaah, TMNT fandom has start to get more and more "rotten apples" in it, but you shouldn't let them stop you from leaving comments to creators. Usually most of us WANTS feedback to our works! It is our FUEL. It keeps us CREATING. If we get silent treatment, we most definitely think: "Aren't my works / skills good enough?" Or I think like that. If someone gets offended by your feedback, then it's all on them, not on you. You just wanted and expressed your support for the author. If they can't take it, too bad. NOTE: Support / Feedback ALWAYS should be left with love and kindness! (Sadly this isn't happening in TMNT fandom at times)

Anyone is ALWAYS FREE to send me feedback, ALWAYS! As long as it's left with kindness and with good manners! Any negative comment, attack etc. will get the said user blocked without a word.

But awwh, awwh, awwhh AND AWWWHH!! I, honestly, am SO HAPPY about your comment! I am so thankful you were brave enough and approached me with this comment <3 It made my day, truly! I haven't got this kind of messages in AGES! Thank you! <3

[commander-yinello]

A Keeper - Part 5

Fandom: Guild Wars 2

Pairing: Zhou Yao x F!Commander (no specific name or race)

Chapter 5 [AO3 Link]

Word count: 1089

Genre: Toothrotting, cliché fluff, awkward silliness and good friends meddling

A/N: The last part! Thank you so much everyone, you've left me such sweet comments and tags that will fuel me for weeks <3 <3 <3 Can't wait for the next in-game patch with hopefully more Yao so I can write more fic 8D

“Aaaand? How did it go?” Taimi bounced straight towards the commander when she entered Joon’s lab the following morning.

The commander stayed completely calm, giving away no hint of emotion while she picked up the holopad. “You know how it went. Your lackeys were there. And you’re not off the hook by a long shot. Romantically stunted, how dare you.”

Taimi’s ears drooped a bit, then perked up. "I told Gorrik to stay quiet! I mean, I only wanted to help. I will take any punishment, but I have to know how it ended with Yao. Commander, tell me please?”

"Hmm, the commander simply responded. She tapped on a few buttons. "How’s the situation with the undead?"

"Noooo commander!" Taimi wailed as she understood that her punishment was happening now. She pulled at the commander’s clothes. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry sorry sorry, tell me pleeeeaaaseeee!"

The commander tried not to let slip a tiny grin as Taimi continued to beg and plead, pacing around her like a puppy desperate for treats.

“I promise I'll never do it again!”

"Do what again?" they heard behind them. It was Joon, with a new type of mech traipsing behind her. In her arms was a big stack of yellowed old documents.

"Oh Joon! Hi," Taimi chuckled nervously and let go of the commander.

“Hey Joon,” the commander greeted her with ease. Joon narrowed her eyes at the two of them with suspicion.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but Taimi, could you help me with these?”

Taimi gave the commander a look and walked away with Joon. The commander giggled to herself and leaned on the nearby counter, pretending to stare at her pad when she was deep inside her thoughts.

She’d tell Taimi soon enough. Yao had made no agreement with her to keep it quiet, though they both didn't feel like yelling about their date from the Kaineng rooftops. Their date, the commander repeated in her head, and it was still unbelievable even though she couldn't deny it. Even the kiss felt fresh. She pushed her face into the holopad to smother the tickly feeling that ran up her spine.

Her ear intercom rang. She held a finger against the device around her ear to activate it.

"Hey commander," she heard through her ear intercom.

“Rama?” she said, surprised. She hadn’t expected to hear from him this soon. “Sup?”

Ever since Rama joined the Best Friends Detective Agency (“Don’t call it that!”), he was part of their private network. Taimi had even set up one on one connections so that not everyone would have to hear every detail that wasn’t relevant for them.

"Hey… I want to apologize. In my head it was all fun and necessary but afterwards I considered that maybe it was a terrible idea. I’ve breached my trust with a good friend as well. Yao hasn’t responded to me all morning."

The commander smiled. Despite his don’t-care-eff-off attitude, Rama had a heart as big as his hat. She decided to cut him some slack.

“I don’t think they’re ignoring you. Probably sleeping off last night.” She knew she had said too much now.

His voice rose an octave from his usual timbre. “Wait, really?” She could hear him mutter congratulations to himself. Then he coughed and steadied his voice. “I mean, I’m really happy for you two.”

The commander rolled her eyes, even if Rama could not see it. “Please keep it to yourself."

"I would not dare spread this around town like a gossipy grandpa. I have standards. Some, that is."

"Good. And you can make it up to us by joining us at a sushi place Yao recommended.”

“Aw what? You know I hate that stuff. Can’t I buy you two a few drinks instead?”

“You’ll have to ask Yao that, not me,” the commander finished, all smug.

A loud sigh and Rama surrendered. The commander ended the call, knowing Yao would follow up and let Rama go on sushi-free. There was just something fun about holding your friends hostage after they pulled a stunt.

Truthfully, not much had happened. They had spent a long time making out and by the time they were able to disconnect from each other, it was really, really late. It was a bit embarrassing to discover how entangled their limbs were. Yao offered to make her more tea in one of their hip flasks so she could drink it and stay awake walking back. But there was no way she could sleep with all the adrenaline in her body.

She thought about how hard it was to leave, and so tempting to stay the night, were it not that both she and Yao needed to do important work in the morning. About how they both had wonky smiles when Yao didn't want to let go of her hand, and the promise to see each other soon.

She didn’t walk, she floated on a cloud of hearts all her way back to her apartment in Kaineng, courtesy of Navan. A trio of Brotherhood cronies interrupted her happy thoughts and they were lucky to live to regret it.

Last evening had been awkward because they were both so stubborn in their own way… but she’d do it all over again. It was worth it.

Like the devil, when Joon and Taimi returned, Yao entered the lab, wearing their usual gear. They hadn’t seen her yet and waved at Joon. Taimi’s ears flew up as she immediately locked her sight on the commander. The commander tried so hard to keep her facial reactions as passive as possible.

But there was no point. The second Yao looked her way, their whole face brightened with a smile and raised eyebrows. The commander could not stop the blood rushing to her cheeks or her eyes from darting away then quickly looking back. Nor could she fight the smile that crept onto her lips.

Taimi gasped, balled her fists and became a tiny siren, excited squealing underneath her breath.

“Taimi, are you okay?” Joon asked.

“Yep! Totally fine!” Taimi almost yelled, then she grabbed Yao’s wrist and forced the poor engineer to hobble along.

“You two are going to tell me everything!” Taimi grabbed the commander’s hand as well. The two of them were dragged by the tiny asura who was stronger when she was determined, leaving poor Joon alone and confused.

The commander made a note to let her know soon. After all, there were no secrets amongst friends, old and new.

THE END

[smb3]

i’m so tired of people’s reactions to things, I’m just not going to pay attention anymore and just enjoy my own shit. 

I had a really fun time with the direct yesterday and it was fun to strean and chat with people before they went online to see others’ reactions but like... people are all pissy about them putting earthbound on switch since it’s been on wii u forever. just look at the reaction to it being on switch, all the people thanking itoi and nintendo, all the fanart being made and reposted, all the people streaming it. obviously when you rerelease something it causes a huge surge of interest in that thing that isn’t replicatable otherwise. I may not love that fact myself either but like... that’s the reality of capitalism

same with mario kart, people are salty that we aren’t getting mario kart 9. I mean, I follow mario kart pretty closely and it’s always a top selling game in all of the three major territories, every month, not only on switch but in total. if they released mario kart 9 at this point it’d cannibalize the sales of 8D and confuse consumers. it just doens’t make sense for a new mario kart to come out.

not to mention that this is kinda the best case scenario because 8D is great and has great tracks, for another one to come out on a system with the same power means that you can play not only the previous 48 tracks but the new 48 too all in one game, not having some locked to the last game and whatnot. but people are still pissed off or memeing about never getting mario kart 9. just shut up please. i beseech you

you’ll see people ask them what they’d want in mario kart 9 and they say new characters, physics and items. sure. characters would be neat (I do suspect we may see SOME in the DLC), items are great too but physics? like come on. it’s fine to say that you want a refresh of the series but ultimately this is the same hardware, how different can it really feel to get a new installment? mario kart wii to 8 is a huge leap. 8D to 9 on switch would be... small. just makes sense to add more to 8D.

plus... it’s literally DOUBLING the amount of courses from 8D which already had the most courses of any mario kart game. people will say “double dash is the best” and really mean it. I love all kart games but double dash has 16 tracks and most of them are pretty forgettable, its controls are really loose too. imagine if it was the only mario kart game for 8 years, lol. just say you’re nostalgic and move on.

the direct was pretty damn good, imo. strikers 3, wii sports 2, live a live localization, kirby just gets better and better, mario kart dlc after five years on switch, earthbound and beginnings on switch, xenoblade 3 coming this year... the switch is in its fifth year of life and we’re still getting banger announcements like these. I’ve been a nintendo fan all my life and the fifth year of a console’s life usually has like one game coming out for it. literally in nintendo power for the gamecube I remember “hello kitty roller rescue” being the only game coming out and it was... rough. the switch this year alone has bayonetta 3, splatoon 3, botw 2, legends arceus just came out and was so good, xenoblade 3, kirby 3D, mario kart DLC, strikers 3, wii sports. it’s nuts.

[iamnightduchess]

May I ask for your nsfw reikasa headcanons 😳 for the As you Are universe and the It’s Gotta Be you universe? 😁

Did someone ask for some N.S.F.W headcanons? *__*

ReiKasa Fic AU/Modern AUHeadcanons (R18+) #1

Hello Nonnie!

Your Ask is the most pleasant surprise this last weekend but old is gold! <3 I have no excuse for the delay other than I was cramming up all my brain power to finish Part 1 of Until Dawn. (Do check it out when you have the time!) Thank you so much for the honor! I got you fam, so please find below some seriously steamy headcanons (Content Warning: Mature Readers only!) omg i am blushing hard while I’m writing this haha

Let’s go for ReiKasa in Canonverse then the modern AU ;)

As You Are

** Contains reimagining of scenes yet to be written/published in As You Are. So some fic spoilers ahead!

In Ch.12, it was heavily implied that after consummating their marriage, Reiner & Mikasa actually got to another round of ‘lovemaking’ in the shower. When their first time had been gentle, slow and tender, the shower sex was quite the opposite. It was harder and urgent.

At this point, Reiner discovered four new things about his new wife: i) Mikasa actually loves it when he pressed her hard against the wall and took her from behind, ii) Mikasa’s weakness is her breasts *points to point i*, iii) Mikasa has a muscle kink. She came on his third deep thrust in the shower, biting hard on his forearm as she did, and iv) Mikasa’s favorite position would be standing up because of *points to point iii* She loves seeing the way his muscles protruded when they flexed to support her weight. That explains the impromptu war room sexing afterwards.

Meanwhile Mikasa discovered three new things about her new husband: i) Reiner has not even a single scar on his body due to his shifter powers when she has numerous marks on hers from long-term ODM usage & that one time when she got her ribs broken by a Titan, ii) Reiner loves the tattoo on her back and the scars on her body, and iii) Reiner’s weak spot is his nape. The moment she bites his nape, he just gets hard.

Both Mikasa & Reiner are biters. But Reiner is the ‘territorial’ one. By the next morning, Mikasa’s skin looked like she had a really severe rash on her neck and her chest. No wonder Gabi was worried. Mikasa had to wear high collared blouses for one week, even inside their shared home.

Mikasa is the first one to initiate oral sex. She is after all, a seasoned blade wielder ;D

In future chapters, the first time Reiner went down on his wife was because of yeap, jealousy & yes, his ‘territorial instinct’. Lets just say it will have something to do with Porco ‘Pussy-eater’ Galliard ;) Galliard will be making a move on his dear wife at a function and Reiner is not happy about it.

Reiner loves seeing Mikasa in a formal kimono and getting her out of it - layer by layer.

Reiner & Mikasa have a very balanced power play in the bedroom. When he’s the dominant one, she’ll be the one yielding and vice versa. This couple is bound to have angry/jealous sex somewhere down the road and things can get very ugly when it happens. But, that only happens when the balance is thrown off the scale.

Reiner actually has amazing hands made for awesome massages. In a future chapter, we’d learn that things get hot and heavy inside their private onsen at the Azumabito Residence and it all begins with a simple back rub. *winks*

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It’s Gotta Be You

10 Date Rule (thank you @shingeki-no-scenarios for some of this amazing ideas!)

Right before their first official date, Reiner suggested the 10 Date Rule to Mikasa, which she agreed to, as he wants to prove to her that he’s not like the other men she’s dated before, who expected sex on the first date. There was only one rule: the only physical display of affections allowed are only a chaste kiss & hand-holding. Just that.

The first 3 dates had been outside so it was very sweet and very innocent. Reiner would always end their date at her front door with a simple kiss on her forehead or her cheeks. They had a night in on the 5th date and that was when things got interesting.

5th Date - Reiner made dinner at her house and they spend the rest of the evening just cuddling on the sofa, watching a rom-com movie together. Just having his arms around her was actually enough to turn her on but Reiner was very persistent in keeping their date chaste. Mikasa just had to leave a pair of sexy lace teddy lingerie hanging at the back of her bathroom door. Reiner can’t stop himself from imagining her in that.

6th & 7th Date - Reiner had to borrow one of Bertolt’s old hoodies from college with some questionable stains on it to help him be less attractive on their consecutive home dates. Mikasa just had to be a tease by spending the rest of the evening in a pair of tiny midriff shirt and a pair of lace boxers, devouring her Green Tea Häagen-Dazs and licking the spoon clean with a loud slurp or sipping on the straw for her smoothie too fucking slow. There had been a lot of tongue action coming from her that two nights. Reiner had to imagine a naked Zeke to kill whatever potential boner he could have had. It was torture.

8th Date - They had candlelight dinner and slow danced. The grinding wasn’t helping. Oh, and that off-shoulder red dress she was wearing on purpose, he was so close to ripping it off her that night.

9th Date - Zeke came over for a visit & ended up drunk-crashing at Mikasa’s place. Reiner had to stay over to help just in case & just the mere thought of Zeke just killed whatever romantic mood they were in. Felt like they were babysitting a grown-ass baby brother.

10th Date - Reiner had bought champagne to celebrate their tenth date at his place & he actually spruced up his bedroom with rose petals and those fancy scented candles to set up the mood for their long-awaited sexy time. However, Mikasa had to sit in an emergency surgery that night and ended up sleeping in the Medical Centre’s staff room in exhaustion and totally missed their scheduled 10th date. They made up with a lunch date the next day and they definitely went to town that night at his house. They never even made it to the bedroom ;)

People just assumed that they have a frequent & super active sex life. It’s quite the opposite as they enjoy more domestic activities together like baking and home improvements. But they still maintain a weekly date night even after being engaged to each other. Reiner’s a super cuddler so he’ll be the one who initiates the little intimate gestures in public. But behind closed doors, Mikasa would be the more handsy one, which Reiner really loves.

Reiner is built like a Greek God and Mikasa made sure to ‘accidentally’ walked into the bathroom whenever he’s in the shower ;) While Reiner always made sure he’ll be in the living room when Mikasa practices her yoga routine. Just so he can plan ahead on which position he can get her in the next time they’re in the mood ;D omg that sounds more pervy than I intended

Mikasa loves to wear one of Reiner’s shirts when they’re at home together because she knows it will drive him crazy with need.

Reiner occasionally wears reading glasses at home and Mikasa gets weak in the knees when he does. She almost always like to get down and dirty while he’s wearing the glasses :)

They spent their first Christmas together with the Jeagers and Zeke almost walked in on them having a quickie in their dad’s basement.

Reiner & Mikasa would be those couples that still have a burning fire in their relationship even as they grew older. That’s also how baby Ryder was conceived unexpectedly when the twins, Rémy & Miraé just turned 10. They thought they were done having babies 8D

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I had super fun time working on this headcanon, Nonnie! I hope you like it 💖 Keep ‘em coming if you’d like to read more & please don’t be discouraged from sending in Asks because sometimes it’ll take a long time for me to write because of my other writing projects/RL commitments but I would always follow through :3

Thank you & take care!

xoxo

[theoniprince]

If you had to pick one name/alias/moniker to go by, fandom-wide, what would it be?

Where, besides Tumblr, can people find you doing fannish things? (Obviously only mention sites and usernames you actually want to be found at. Don’t expose your secret identities on my account.)

What other names have you gone by on these platforms, including Tumblr, if any?

When did you join the IT fandom? And what got you into fandom, to begin with?

What are your favorite ships, or characters, if any, and why? What do they mean to you?

In what ways do you participate in fandom? (ex. Posting memes, reblogging/commenting on content, writing fanfic, making fanart, creating fanmixes, etc.)

Do you have any in-fandom inspirations? Other members of the community that drive you? (And if you have the time/energy, in what ways do they inspire you?)

Name and link some of your favorite works, please!

Do you have any works of your own that you feel particularly proud of, or wish more people would’ve consumed? Please provide links if possible.

Have you ever participated in a fannish event (ie. IT Week, a fic Big Bang) or applied to be a part of a fanzine? If so, which ones, and can you please link them?

Without any form of bashing or lashing out, what is something you feel this fandom is missing?

First of all thank you so much for asking me!!! 8D It was a pleasure to answer all these questions. During this I got quite emotional (haha Stanpat, Eddie). It showed me again how much I love this 8DDD

( I apologize in advance for all misspellings and my sloppy English =_=)

If you had to pick one name/alias/moniker to go by, fandom-wide, what would it be?

Oh, what a start XD I'm not that into nicknames. Generally people using my first name to address me or my username which is mostly onyprince (in reference to a character from Hakuouki) ID Sometimes they say Oni or J(ay) (Nickname for my first name). Do as you wish (though I like ‘J’ the th most) 😉

Where, besides Tumblr, can people find you doing fannish things? (Obviously only mention sites and usernames you actually want to be found at. Don’t expose your secret identities on my account.)

Twitter. But everything I post there is also here. Feel free to follow my account, but you don’t have to. https://twitter.com/oniprince_

What other names have you gone by on these platforms, including Tumblr, if any?

Oniprince_ (Twitter) yeah… you see, I am pretty boring XDDD

When did you join the IT fandom? And what got you into fandom, to begin with?

Actually 23 years ago (haha I am old XD) When I was eleven I saw the miniseries with my cousins for the first time. The horror factor wasn't that important to me or maybe I didn't see it that way. It was more like an adventure story with an unfunny and nasty clown. A group of friends who had to endure an adventure. In any case, it entertained me well, even if I was not aware of some elements like that it’s a story about growing up, friendship, love and all these issues around becoming an adult XDD Then with 13 I read the book. It was a  new experience, and I loved every single word. Over the years I talked with friends and Kingsianer (XD) about it and read it for a second and a third time. At this point I could start a list with things I don’t like about the movies, but I’d rather mention on thing I really appreciate about them: they are a good opportunity for a new generation to explore this universe. Every adaption like the book itself is a reflection of a specific decade and what is more yeah… immortal, universal and diverse than a story about growing up. It was a discussion with a dear friend about book to movie adaptions some weeks ago that probably brought me back to this fandom

Nevertheless there are things from the book I would have loved to see in the movies. Let’s be honest at this point if you want to adapt such a brick of a book you simply have to cut some elements. You can’t please everyone

What are your favorite ships, or characters, if any, and why? What do they mean to you?

Ships:

Stanpat - orz q__q they are such a sweet couple and it is so heartbreaking, they never ever had a real chance to become parents. They would have been excellent parents. Imagine them on a beautiful summer day. They have a picnic with their children and Stan would watch birds with them. He would tell them all about the birds and keeps a journal about their observations with his kids

Reddie - Despite the constant teasing their realtionship seems like a natural, casual und easy thing from the start. And Eddie likes the nicknames. These secret names are like another identity. He can be someone else. They take care of each other. Their relationship is a deeper friendship that runs mostly on an emotional level and is sometimes expressed through small, physical gestures. The chemistry between them is indescribable. It is cute when 90s Eddie immediately starts to giggle as soon as Richie makes a dumb joke at their reunion. And thing about the little moments when Richie pokes Eddie and calls him cute. I am won’t quoting this one passage in the book that leaves much room for speculations, but there is no doubt their special bond is official. In any case, the decision to make Richie gay in the movies gave the ship another push. I don’t complain. I love it. Though I still think Eddie would have been a better option. There are already some scenes in the book which are like an invitation to speculate about his sexualityTheir chemistry is very obvious and believe me, there is nothing I would more appreciate than a happy end for them Q__Q

Benverly  „Your hair is winter fire

                   January embers

                  My heart burns there, too

This is one of sweetest things I have ever read in a book and that is all I need to explain why I love this ship.

Fav, Characters:  Hmm when I read „IT“ for the first time I had a crush on Bill. He ist the born leader and in my childish, pre-teen way found his stuttering cute. There is something about him that cast a spell on you. It is perfectly understandable that he was a role model and an inspiration for his friends – especially for Eddie. In my personal opinion book!Bill ist the best Bill.

Richie - I love this chaotic megane dude. He is this silly type who use jokes, pranks to protect himself. His voices are like safe heaven (the same goes for Bill, whose stuttering almost disappears, when he pretends tob e someone else). He hides himself and his insecurities behind them. It is a shame that he doesn’t know what an impact he had on his friends. Richie seems to never ever shut up and sometimes his trashmouth is still talking, when he better should be quite. And I am famous to fall for funny characters. He can lights up the mood immediately ( and OMG…. I love Harry Anderson in the miniseries. A real entertainer, BUT BILL HADER…. Bill Hader…just to make it clear BILL HADER  did such an amazing job. He rocked the movie and I still think, not just because I love this dude since over a decade, without him… the movie wouldn’t  have been so entertaining)

Eddie - He is in these abusive relationships. First with his mother, who keeps him small and makes him believe that he is weak. At the end her own fears of beeing left behind prevented her son from becoming a self-confident adult. Eddie always thought he is weak and fragile. Although he knows that he doesn’t need all this medication, his childhood experience were the reason for his coping-behavior as an adult – he still uses his inhaler. He married a woman who is like his mother. Mike's call was something of a turning point. Until this call Eddie could not overcome his fears and had to face them again as an adult. I can remember. While reading the book there were several moments of silence and I stopped reading and thought: poor Eddie.

Ultimately, his story is about a hero who surpasses himself, overcomes his fears and by sacrifice himself he protects what is most important to him - his friends. It just touched me. Eddie gave his life for his friends and I think you can say he's my favorite character. His death may be a tragedy, but it was necessary for his character arc. My theory is that Eddie represents someone who has lost track in his life and prefer to stick on old but unhealthy patterns.It is almost like Eddie stands for missed opportunities, but at the same time it is never to late to change something. He is a hero. There are so many things I would like to talk about, therefore I should start an own thread XDDD

Oh and Bev - I could always identify with her (not bc of abuse or domestic violence. My childhood was amazing). She is the only girl around the losers and I was the only girl in my  favourite clique too. We spent most of our time outside  - it was great. Of course I had other friends (female) as well, but with my boys… it was always special).. As you know as an adult she falls back in old patterns. Her husband is tyrannical man like her father. Again Mike’s call is a turning point.  Maybe the Benverly arc is the most satisfying. I was… I am very happy that Bev got her happy end.

Last but no least - I like Ben, Mike and Stan too. They have all there unique character treats and you sympathize with all of them. The Loser’s club is bunch of adorable idiots who just doing their best to become adults. I think it is normal that their friendship feels more intimate in the book – I highly recommand the book.

In what ways do you participate in fandom? (ex. Posting memes, reblogging/commenting on content, writing fanfic, making fanart, creating fanmixes, etc.)

Mostly fanarts, but recently I thought about posting my own theories and sharing my hcs and random stuff about the characters and the different relations.  

Do you have any in-fandom inspirations? Other members of the community that drive you? (And if you have the time/energy, in what ways do they inspire you?)

The fandom is full of amazing artists and writersand actually it would be a, but i want to name those who inspired me the most (mainly artists – hopefully I copied the links correcty):

https://tonyofthetrees.tumblr.com

https://meowsteryyy.tumblr.com

https://slashpalooza.tumblr.com/ ( you have to check out ‚Loose Ends‘)

https://coldcigarettes.tumblr.com

https://vvanini.tumblr.com/

https://eggocrumbs.tumblr.com

https://twitter.com/10_sgan

https://twitter.com/kasphacked

https://twitter.com/tac_nor

(oh.. the list got longer than expected IDDD)

Do you know this?

https://ragnarozzys.tumblr.com/post/189890790551/those-early-hours-after-a-sleepover-when-you-wake

Have you ever seen something as cozy and cute before I///D? – me neither XD

Trust me they are all worth a visit and I am sure most of us already know them 8D

Do you have any works of your own that you feel particularly proud of, or wish more people would’ve consumed? Please provide links if possible.

My art I provide on tumblr can be found here:

https://theoniprince.tumblr.com/tagged/myart

Honestly I like these the most:

https://theoniprince.tumblr.com/post/649446311120273408/my-first-reddie-sketch-now-scanned-the-quality

https://theoniprince.tumblr.com/post/649548606679007232/close-to-you-now-scanned-with-coloured

https://theoniprince.tumblr.com/post/650697175346593792/hammock-iconic-richie-is-reading-a-monthly

Have you ever participated in a fannish event (ie. IT Week, a fic Big Bang) or applied to be a part of a fanzine? If so, which ones, and can you please link them?

Oh… unfortunately I am not feelin‘ very confident about my own artworks. Sometims I have the feeling I am not creative enough and that my ideas are more or less boring. Nothing special ID Totally dumb – I know. As I mentioned before I came back lately to the fandom… I guess I missed many amazing IT weeks. I participated in some weeks/mainly shipweeks in other fandoms (Yakuza/Ryu ga Gotoku, FFXV) If I find an interesting annoucement I can imagine to participate in the future ; )

Without any form of bashing or lashing out, what is something you feel this fandom is missing?

In general… the fandom is really friendly – I hope so. Lately I have seen some salty comments on different stuff, topics… and well.. I have just an advice: life can be exhausting enough and time is always running. Don’t spend time on things you don’t like. Discussions can esclate quickly and worde can hurt too. So, just thing about before you jump in.

Thanks again! <3

(Special lil sketchy piece of art I did for this ask)

[ash-etherwood]

Top 5: writing memories, songs, characters that are not blank rune, runes, food

♡

Linda I love you but are you trying to kill me … that’s so many Top 5’s! But alright, I’ll do my best! (Answers will probably switch between German and English RIP to every non-German-speaker who follows me and wants to read this for some reason I swear I’m normal)

WRITING MEMORIES

5.) The entire time I spent finishing my first (second?) longer writing project It was the year 2012 and it was a cyberpunk story about my friends’ and my edgy self inserts riding dinosaurs, fighting aliens and being badass. The plot twist in the end was that my character was secretly evil and wanted to kill everyone. (Things to show your therapist) The final boss fight made zero sense and also everything was incredibly weird and stupid. But sometimes I still think about those times when I sat in my grandma’s living room at night, eating chips and listening to Vocaloid covers while thinking this story was the coolest shit ever. Truly simpler times.

4.) Researching something about universities in Texas for OvF on a rainy Saturday afternoon I have no idea why this memory is still sticking with me to this day (I think it was around 2016 or something?), but I remember that it was just a really nice day and I felt really at peace at that moment?

3.) The entire writing process of Bathroom Blues It was such a spontaneous project and I still have no idea how I managed to power though it in just a little under two months! Also it was just incredibly fun seeing you getting excited over new drafts and I loved coming up with new plot points and Halloween costumes for everyone with you. :-D Truly a summer worth remembering.

2.) FINALLY uploading the prologue and intro chapter of WWBL Not really a writing memory, but that moment was … so sexy and magical. Seriously, you have no idea how long I had been waiting to finally start that story, waiting for the Steckbriefe to roll in and see people react to the prologue and generally the idea … I even made one of those countdown graphic thingies for the designated upload date! 8D At that point I had planned that story for about six months and just … yeah, that felt powerful to me.

1.) Writing the prologue for WWBL When I first started the draft for that prologue I was sitting at the window in my favourite hotel in Winterberg, Sauerland, wore my dark green flannel, had the window wide open breathing in the cool mountain air and allowed myself to listen to my WWBL playlist for the very first time. God, that felt so amazing. I even have a photo of it (which somehow makes it look like I have the biggest football shoulders in the universe) my sister took that night. God I miss Sauerland. )’:

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SONGS

My apologies to every favourite song of mine that I forgot about, I have a whole playlist of them, but I think these are some of my oldest faves … (Honorable mentions for Don’t Mess With Me and Not That Big by Temposhark, Goodbye by Apparat, Me And The Devil by Soap&Skin, Heart Heart Head by Meg Myers, Pain and Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace, Beautiful Crime by Tamer, Gravity Of Love by Enigma, In Flames by Digital Daggers [thanks Phi u_u] and Murder Cries by Snow Ghosts AHHH FUCK IT I could’ve just made a playlist,,,)

5.) Vater Unser by E Nomine Starting off with some weird shit, won’t we? I’ve been in love with this song since fifth or sixth grade, when I was just starting to develop an actual music taste and although I have many favourite songs by E Nomine, this one has to be my absolute fave. Every time I can relate it to a character it makes me love said character even more. (Also I think about it every time my mom forces me to go to church for Christmas so … yay? I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t even be able to remember the Vater Unser if it wasn’t for this song. 8D)

4.) Wires by The Neighbourhood I think this is the newest all-time fave on this list, I found it in … 2015? Thank you, Youtube AMVs. Yeah man, this one is just … on so many playlists it’s not even funny anymore.

3.) Heathens by Twenty One Pilots An edgelord classic but like … it’s on EVERY playlist of mine. Every single one. It’s just so good. The first time I heard it was on the radio tho, when I was having breakfast with Jessie and I forced her to shazam it because it immediately stuck with me,,,

2.) Imaginary by Evanescence My first Evanescence song ever and the first step towards becoming who I am today I think. This song has like … such a big history for me, man. It single-handedly turned me goth in 2008 and I have never really thanked it for that.

1.) Eternal by Evanescence Might be my favourite song of all time. The number of dramatic RP scenes I have written with this in the background … man. Oh, also this song is the reason for one of my oldest internet nicknames, ‘eternala’, which subsequently shortened into Etschuh and then Tschuh, my main nickname until 2017, when I came out as trans and finally found an actual name for myself I was comfortable with!

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NON BLANK RUNE CHARACTERS

I know this was probably supposed to be about fandom characters but I can literally not come up with a single character right now that I love with a special burning passion and that is not my or one of my friends’ OCs so you’re getting OCs now. u_u And boy do I have a lot of those.

5.) Jackson Tracey from atroCITY (mine) This little piece of shit kept me company for a pretty long time and is still very close to my heart for some reason, although I haven’t drawn him or really thought about him in detail for a while now. My favourite thing is how I only realized what a horrible person he was after I stopped regularly working with him but honestly good for me. 8D His storyline and personality is kinda convoluted and tbh I’m not really sure how much of it is canon anyway (atrc was always a little weird about canon rip) but yeah. He’s an obsessive stalker piece of shit who pities himself way too much and he is also a semi-immortal demigod who likes knives. I hate him but he also helped me a lot with some gender and sexuality stuff so thanks I guess.

4.) Mayoko Imai from Century Riders DXPrototype (Maus’ and mine) Mayoko is a magical girl protagonist with a cool cyborg arm prosthetic and her main character trait was that she was basically a reverse weeaboo, a Japanese girl who was obsessed with American media, culture and comic book heroes! I actually love her concept a lot and she also had a pretty cool character arc in her story (which Maus and I wrote together and actually finished btw!), although it could use a lot more … polishing from today’s point of view. But I love her anyway. She always wanted to do the right thing and be a hero and got broken pretty cruelly and her ending is kinda bittersweet I guess? Ahh there’s just so much nuance to it … anyways, CR3 also stuck with me for a very long time and I enjoyed the time with her a lot. :3 (Her name had a cameo in Another Incident btw heehee)

3.) Tessa *insert extremely long chain of unnecessary first names here* von Lean from Nobody Is Perfect and Infernal Temptation (belongs to one of my old school friends) Tessa is just … a hand full. I love to hate her. She is badly written and developed and just OOZES mentally ill teenage girl’s idealized self-insert power fantasy, but she just … man, she was a big part of one of my most drama-filled high school friendships which I love looking back at so much. Tessa has fucked so many of my characters … good for her tbh! There are actually two versions of her, one is just a ‘normal’ teenage girl and one can shapeshift into a cheetah, but both of them are very close to my heart. I should really adopt and redesign her some day.

2.) Judy Khayat from Original vs. Final (mine) Look, I love all my OvF-characters and every single one of them is special to me in their own way, but Judy is just … the most complex of them all I think? Man, she went through so much … she is actually one of my oldest (semi)-active characters (I created her in 2009) and her latest version is from 2016 but I should really, REALLY revise her again tbh. She has a very complicated backstory that I didn’t handle as carefully as I should have, and anger issues and religious conflict and depression and PTSD and then Vance of all people becomes obsessed with her for no reason and decides to traumatize her even more … yeah. God I really love her but I seriously need to work on her. A LOT. I should also finally rename her tbh … let’s just see where she takes me next.

1.) Okami (I don’t even remember if she has a proper last name rn lol) from Split Realm (mine) Yeah, that bitch is just my favourite OC. She’s also very old, probably from around 2009, and initially was a magical girl with fire powers who I played in an RP with my friend Flauch but boy did she grow up! Holy fuck. Okami is a horrible person but I love her so much. She is so violent and full of anger and pain and sadness and treats everyone around her like shit and she is in love and she is a demon but also apparently the personification of the concept of Chaos but she just wants to be a teenager again and run away with the love of her life and ahhh it’s all so hopeless for her … also she turned out gnc af with time passing and pretty much went through a gender/sexuality crisis in real time with me, her creator, which is always fun. :^D I haven’t drawn her in a while tbh. Should really do that.

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RUNES IN BLANK RUNE

I’m just gonna go with the arcs here, okay? Also this entire answer might look completely different if you asked me again tomorrow, you know how indecisive I am with Blank Rune shit ahha,,,

5.) Jera Look. I know I’m boring and stupid. But I just love Tave and Liam having their disgusting little foreshadowing talk, okay? I can read it over and over. I just love my horrible little shit crime boys. Also Rhy and Phillip are there. (’:

4.) Isa This one is here because it was the first arc I witnessed in real time which gives it a very special place in my heart and it also … hit pretty hard at the time. But having read Fehu it’s become even better now! It’s just such a wonderful, tragic romance between two horrible, ruthless boys and I … I’m not immune to Rhy, sadly. :-/ Just like Phillip.

3.) Wunjo We still haven’t seen everything that leads up to Wunjo yet, but we DO know more than we did initially (wow shocker) and it’s just always a fucking blast. Also, it has the first mention of Ash’s real name … the first Rhy POV (which what the fuck!! I always feel like we had one before but we didn’t!! Wild) and it has crazy blood-soaked murder Tave, my beloved. :///3

2.) Eiwaz You guys have heard me fanboy about Eiwaz so many times already. Eiwaz-OT3 (and Kain) my beloved!!! It’s just SUCH an amazing starting point and there are so, so many things that tie back to it and every time we find out about a new one my heart makes a little jump … und es beginnt von Neuem indeed.

1.) Gebo One of the most painful but also the most beautiful arcs yet in my opinion. It’s been hyped up for so long and boy did it deliver. God, my heart still hurts when I think about that last scene. Also all the dialogue … the golden lines we got … and it’s an arc without Rhy! Crazy!! :-D I just love the relationship between Ash, Astrid and Jakob so much. God fuck I want what they have. Just maybe without the murder suicide,,,

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FOOD

5.) Diese Sonntagsbrötchen wo die Verpackung so plopp macht, wenn man die Folie abzieht Better than normale Brötchen for some reason. Most of the time. See 2.) Look man, I just really love a good breakfast …

4.) Chocolate cupcakes with cream cheese topping One of the first things from a certain baking book I tried when I was getting into baking back in 2019. God they are so tasty. I don’t make them often so I don’t get used to them too much and eating them still feels special but ahhhh I love them so much!

3.) Grünkohl mit Kartoffelbrei und Mettendchen One of my favourite things about autumn/winter and one of my biggest comfort foods. God I love this shit so much. I just put … mountains of Grünkohl and Kartoffelbrei on my plate every time and I will just warm it up for four days straight until there’s no more left. It turns me into a fucking caveman. I’m not even big on eating meat but … yeah. Everything is different when there’s Grünkohl.

2.) Normales Brötchen mit Butter und Scheibenkäse aber ich bin beim Frühstücksbuffet im Hotel Oddly specific but that’s just how it is. Sorry. Nichts geht über Brötchen mit Käse.

1.) Chilli-Knoblauch-Nudelauflauf My beloved. My comfort food. I eat it literally every second day. At least one hour in the kitchen every time. Fresh ingredients. My only vegetable intake. And I’ve been doing that for three years. I just love it so much, man. I cook it for everyone who visits me. Chilli-Knoblauch-Auflauf cured my depression.

[atelier-dayz]

⭐star⭐

The Patching Up Scene! 8D

After they hand off an excited Skywalker to the pilots in the cockpit, Jango isn’t completely sure why he follows Kenobi, though part of it is curiosity and another part practicality. Kenobi shoots him a questioning look when they reach his quarters. 

“Do you need help with some of those wounds?” he offers. There’s one he can see, wrapping around Kenobi’s right side to his back. Jetii powers or not, he doubts Kenobi can treat it properly on his own. 

“Oh…” Kenobi hesitates for a moment, but ultimately nods. “Yes, please, if you don’t mind.”

Okay, I honestly did not plan for this scene to happen! It just naturally happened, the next logical thing. Obvs Jango likes Obi, but also after a battle, you patch up your fighters. Nothing to question about it. *nods*

Between the two of them, they gather up the ship’s medkit, a small basin for the antiseptic wash, and a few scraps of clean cloth, before returning to the jetiise’s room. 

The moment Kenobi unties his belt and starts unwrapping his tabard and tunics, sand begins skittering to the floor. Jango eyes the growing pile, thankful it isn’t his problem to clean up. 

“Shouldn’t have laid down in the sand. You’ll be getting rid of it for days,” he says, and Kenobi shoots him a weak glare.

“I was tired,” Kenobi grumbles. “Besides, sand gets everywhere anyways.”

Kenobi strips down to his smalls with all the modesty -- or rather, lack thereof -- of a warrior who has been in front of too many medics. The myriad of scars of different ages on his body is certainly evidence of that. Jango is still baffled, because he’s fairly sure jetiise were less...careless with their padawans than that, but he saves those questions for later.

Obi’s childhood, man...and the scars you see are only the ones on the outside.

The wounds from the darjetii, now fully visible, makes Jango want to hiss in sympathy. Kenobi has two shallow burns on his left arm and one on his right forearm to join the old jetii’kad scars. But the Zabrak had cut deep into Kenobi’s right upper arm. Jango couldn’t quite see bone, but Kenobi is kriffing lucky to not have any nerve damage - at least, not that he could tell. Other than the wound that wraps around Kenobi’s side that he’d noted earlier, the last is a slash across the side of his left thigh, not as deep as the ugly one on his arm but deep enough. 

I imagine some of the old lightsaber sabers came from too many tussles with Bruck.

You’ve got some pretty important nerves and arteries in your upper arm ie the radial nerve LOL The outer side of your thigh, not as much, hence the instructions for epipen injections to be given against the side of your thigh. 8D /random trivia

He’s honestly impressed that Kenobi could walk or move his arms so freely, much less continue fighting the way he had.

“Well, at least you’re not bleeding,” is all Jango can say. 

Hurraaay instant cauterization (oof the burned tissue though)

Kenobi grimaces and sits himself down on the bunk they’d set the supplies on. 

“Painkillers?” Jango asks, opening the medkit. 

Kenobi shakes his head. “I’m alright for now. Perhaps before I sleep,” Kenobi says. “The Force helps me dull the pain.” 

Jango huffs. More jetii sorcery, though that explains a lot. 

He finds the antiseptic wash and pours it into the basin over the cloth they’d collected. They clean their hands, and Kenobi starts wiping clean his left arm, careful over the burns. 

I almost glossed over this stuff, but it pained me to not mention CLEAN HANDS. Clean hands during wound care, folks. I restrained myself from having them dig out gloves or something LOL

“I’ve got your side,” Jango warns Kenobi, before pressing a dampened cloth to his right side. He starts cleaning the wound from Kenobi’s front before moving to his back. 

Jango should have expected it, but somehow he hadn’t. Up close, he sees barely-there Lichtenberg scars that he’s seen before on others, from electro-jabbers held too long against skin. He also sees whip scars across Kenobi’s upper back, faded enough for Jango to tell he had gotten them far too young. 

The slave guards on Bandomeer, to quote, “beat them savagely with an electro-jabber.” I imagine prolonged contact with an electro-jabber would lead to injury and scarring like you’d see in a lighting strike but smaller/more localized. (Note: Some caution if you  google what it looks like!)

“How old were you?” he can’t help himself from asking, but managing at least to keep the words less sharp than he had wanted.

“What?” Kenobi starts to twist to look at him but thinks better of it. 

Jango brushes a hand along one of the whip scars instead of explaining, and Kenobi stiffens for a moment, before relaxing. He moves on to cleaning his leg wound, and Jango thinks he might not answer, which is fair. Jango resumes cleaning the side wound. 

“I was just shy of thirteen," Kenobi suddenly says. "Deepsea mining on Bandomeer."

Jango curses under his breath and has to keep himself from inadvertently pressing too hard on Kenobi’s wound.

Thirteen, as a mining slave. A deepsea mining slave. 

Every slave knows that deepsea mining is the one of the worst positions to be in. The life expectancy is five to ten years maximum. Kriffing hell, some slavers use deepsea mining as a threat to make their slaves behave.

This I unfortunately based on what I learned about slavery on sugar cane plantations in the (American) South. Being sent South, to a sugar cane plantation, was a threat (Northern) slave owners would use to make their slaves behave. Life expectancy decreased dramatically if you were working on a sugar cane plantation. (If you’re in New Orleans for tourist purposes, many people recommend Oak Alley Plantation. But that’s because it’s very pretty. It glosses over its history of slavery though, and its tour focuses on the owners. Please go visit Whitney Plantation too. They do not gloss over the history and all the awful things that happened there. The tour guides are phenomenal, and you learn a lot from them.)

"It was only for a week, but it was long enough to...understand," Kenobi murmurs.

Long enough for him to have scars to this day. To say nothing about however it must have kriffed him up at thirteen. 

"One day would have been too long," Jango growls. "Where was your jetii master in all this?" 

He gestures roughly at Kenobi’s right arm, and Kenobi holds out his arm for Jango. Jango begins carefully cleaning around the deep wound. 

“He wasn’t my master then,” Kenobi says. “To make a long and rather complicated story short, I had been sent away to AgriCrops on Bandomeer as a--failed initiate, and got myself involved in Master Qui-gon’s mission on Bandomeer. I discovered Offworld Mining tampering with AgriCorps and was captured...I woke up as a slave on one of their deepsea mining platforms.”

Even that sparse a recounting is too much to unpack. But foremost on his mind, the jetiise had sent Kenobi away to be a farmer? With everything Kenobi has said and especially considering the duel Jango had just witnessed...had they been blind? If there is such a thing as a good jetii, Kenobi is likely it. 

👀👀👀 @ Jango

“How’d you get out?” Jango asks.

“Master Qui-gon found me. He disabled my collar, and we escaped the guards. We managed to disable the other slaves’ collars once we were on the mainland as well. They revolted and freed themselves,” Kenobi says with a small quirk of his lips.

Jango grunts in approval. “Good on them.” He drops his cloth into the basin. “Let’s get patches on your burns and your side. Your arm definitely needs stitches. It’s up to you on the leg.”

Kenobi looks at his leg wound thoughtfully. “Are there any of those deep incision BactaBonds?” he asks. “If not, then stitches will do.”

Mentioned it on AO3, but I based BactaBond off of Dermabond. it’s Dermabond but more magical because bacta.

Jango pulls out all the bacta patches they’ll need for Kenobi’s burns and side wound before digging around the kit. Sure enough, he finds a tube of BactaBond and the roll of mesh tape that came with it. 

“You’re in luck.”

He hands the BactaBond and the mesh tape to Kenobi. Kenobi nods in thanks and begins fixing up his leg wound. Jango starts placing patches over the wound wrapping around his side. 

Okay, so I want to note that when you have burnt up tissue, you’re supposed to remove the dead tissue when cleaning up burns because that dead tissue isn’t gonna do you much, but I didn’t want to get more detailed than I already was, and I decided to just...handwave it as part of the magical bacta healing effect LOL

They work in silence. Jango knows from experience the BactaBond and mesh tape can be an absolute kriffing pain to apply properly, so he tries not to disturb Kenobi as he finishes patching up his side. 

He waits for Kenobi to finish with the mesh tape before handing him some dressing to cover the whole thing. They quickly cover up the burns on Kenobi’s arms with bacta patches before finally addressing the deep cut on his right arm. 

“Are you sure you don’t want pain killers?” Jango asks, assessing the wound. It really is a nasty injury. With the BactaBond, he could probably get away with one layer of stitches instead of two or three.

“I will be alright,” Kenobi says again and hands Jango the BactaBond. 

Jango grunts. “Suit yourself.” 

He applies the BactaBond into the wound before pressing the wound edges firmly together. Kenobi doesn’t even flinch, sitting there quietly with his eyes closed while Jango picks up the suture needle and begins stitching close the wound. 

I would like to draw this scene one day. Or someone can draw it for me. LOL 

After some consideration, Jango says, “I was sold to a spice transport.” He keeps his focus on closing the wound as tidily as he can, but he can feel Kenobi’s gaze on his face. “I was there for two years.”

"...How did you end up escaping?" he asked.

"Pirates attacked the ship. I freed myself in the confusion and ended up making a deal with the pirates.”

“Quite a few pirates would take the spice and the slaves…” Kenobi remarks.

“I had the upper hand on them. Besides, ‘Hondo Ohnaka would never deal with slavery’,” he quotes, “or so he claims.”

"Ah," Kenobi says in the tone of everyone who has ever met Hondo Ohnaka. Jango pauses in his suturing to look at Kenobi.

"You’ve met." 

Kenobi sighs, sounding as exasperated as anyone who has dealt with Ohnaka. “It was a very...trying mission.” He smiles wryly. 

HONDO OHNAKA IS A DELIGHT. Also I love the idea that the pirates who attacked that spice transport and gave Jango the opportunity to escape were Hondo’s crew. Idea thanks to blue_sunshine’s Desert Storm.

Also the ways in which Jango and Obi can connect with their experiences. Just aaaaaaah *flailing Kermit*

“I am not surprised.” Jango finishes up the sutures and assesses his handiwork. It’ll do. “Patch or plain dressing on top?” he asks. He thinks plain dressing would do just fine, but the patch might not hurt considering the extent of the wound.

Kenobi gestures to the patch, so Jango applies the patch. 

“Done. Listen to Jinn and get some rest. I was tired just watching that fight,” Jango says.

Kenobi gives him a half-hearted glare, but doesn’t make a word in protest as Jango stands and starts collecting all their first aid detritus. Despite his protests, Jango suspects Kenobi’s ready to pass out. 

An hour long high speed lightsaber duel in the sand. Can’t believe Obi wasn’t asleep on his feet. LOL

[skgway]

1832 Nov., Tues. 13

9 10/..

11 35/.. 

Fine morning strong white frost – Fahrenheit 47º at 9 20/.. a.m. – Breakfast with my father and Marian at 9 1/4 in 3/4 hour – Then 1/4 hour with my aunt – Then Hinscliffe came about the coal at the top of the hill – 2 acres

Had heard Rawsons men in the upper or hard bed above them, so that they have been stealing my hard bed. Rawson’s water head hold points in a direction to Coley chapel – If not now they can soon get 100 yards breadth below the present waterhead driven by Oates and Green and Company –

Hinscliffe came to bid me the price given under the old lease £205 per acre. Said this would not do, for I had [given] the other applicants the 1st time of seeing them the price between the 2 leases (£205 and £230 per acre) i.e. £217.[pounds] 10. [shillings] 0. [pence] an acre and I did not intend to take less – H– [Hinscliffe] said that was an advance and he could not bit it without consulting his partners – I said I told him at once that I thought the other applicants could afford to give as much as H– [Hinscliffe] and company could, and that they seemed as if they did not intend to be outbid –

I added that  £217.[pounds] 10. [shillings] 0. [pence] was the price I 1st mentioned to them but that the other day, I had said as they did not agree at first, they would now find me rather worse to agree with and I had not pledged myself to take even £217.[pounds] 10. [shillings] 0. [pence]  per acre – Had had the coal (Lower bed) valued at £300 per acre –

Shewed H– [Hinscliffe] my calculation – (vide top of page 227) – He said they paid their banksmen 1/6 score (corves)  and that I had made no allowance for "straight work" (i.e. water heads and vents cutting, – Driving and preying away which he seemed to think would add to the expense 1 /. [shilling] a score – 

‘Well!’ said I, ‘you see from my present calculation (page 277) the coal at 7 /. [shillings] clear per score = £423. [pounds] 10. [shillings] 0. [pence] per acre but 4840/4 yards or 1 acre = 1210 the no. [number] of scores per acre – Now 1210 sixpences additional for the banksman and 1210 shillings for straight work = £90. [pounds] 15. [shillings] 0. [pence] and £423. [pounds] 10. [shillings] 0. [pence]  - £90. [pounds] 15. [shillings] 0. [pence] = £332. [pounds] 15. [shillings] 0. [pence]’ and if H– [Hinscliffe] would, as he said, be content with £50 per acre profit then 332. [pounds] 15. [shillings] 0. [pence] - £50. [pounds] 0. [shillings] 0. [pence] = £282. [pounds] 15. [shillings] 0. [pence] the price I ought to have per acre according to his own shewing –

H– [Hinscliffe] owned that the Lower or soft bed in the upper bend was 18 inches thick, tho’ he said at first (but came round afterwards) that 5 corves per square yard was rather too much to reckon – He said too that there would be good 1/2 a corve a yard more § out of the soft bed in the low ground – The bed was prouder – I need not be afraid of more water coming this way – When Rawsons have got more coal 5 or 6 years hence, their coming down so much lower will send the water the other way –

Speaking of Lightcliffe coal, a good deal yet to get in those 2 fields near Lidgate – and the flashes belonging to Miss W– [Walker] bought of Dr. Alexander – Thinks the stone that comes out today at Knoll top is the 3 score yards quarry i.e. 60 yards above our hard or upper bed –

Just as I had written the above, at 1, came note from Miss W– [Walker] and Loudon’s encyclopedia of gardening and 2 volumes of Plutarch’s Lives with the parcel from Mr. Ainsley. She says, 

‘I scarcely believed the parcel would come, but here it is and you will perceive carriage paid. You will do for me about this as you think best in returning it. I am better this morning thanks to you, my love, for it. My heart cannot give utterance to what it would say to you on this subject, but if I do recover my health I shall ascribe the blessing under the mercy of providence to you. Faithfully and affectionately yours AW [Ann Walker] –

What a difference between this note and the last! Went down to my aunt for a few minutes to shew the fine fine Miss W– [Walker] had sent her and off to Lidgate at 2 – Having first written the following to shew to Miss W[alker] 

Lightcliffe Tues[day] 13, November eighteen hundred and 32    

Sir, I am requested by Miss Walker to return the parcel unopened as it must have been sent off before your receipt of my letter of yesterday. I am Sir etc. etc. etc. A Lister (my usual signature) – 

At Lidgate at 2 25/.. – Found them at dinner – Tête-à-tête with Miss W– [Walker] in the dining room from 2 3/4 for an hour – Then an hour with her and Miss Harriet Parkhill in the sitting room and home in 1/2 hour at 5 20/.. – Miss W[alker] looking good spirits and better. Sat on my knee. Kissed her every now and then but nothing more. 

She said she could not express how grateful to me she felt. Shewed her what I had written to him, which she approved. She could not have believed he would have behaved so. Again said she used to feel affection for him but it seemed gone now. I cheered her up. Said she would be better and more able to judge by and by, and then she should try again. 

I wonder what will be her feeling towards me six months hence? Will she let me leave her behind me? Yes, my own mind is quite reconciled to this. I seemed to have ceased to think of, or wish for her, as the future companion of my life. But we now get on better together than we have ever done before. 

Made up the parcel for Mr. A[insworth]. Dinner at 6 10/.. wrote about 1 page of inquiries to Mr. L. Maclean about the basket of Willow cuttings sent off from Coll house by the maid of Morveu Steamer to Glasgow on Monday the 29th ultimo Miss L– [Lister] would be very much obliged to him to say if he had received the basket and by what coach he had forwarded them here (giving my address) mentioned the Glasgow London mail via Leeds as the best –

At 7 sent off by John my letter to "Mr. T. Maclean, 23 Argyle Street Glasgow. North Britain postage paid" and my note on letter to the "Reverend Thomas Ainsworth" enclosed in a parcel directed to the "Reverend Thomas Ainsworth, at Miss Bentley’s, 1 crescent, Salford, Manchester per mail Tuesday 13 November 1832" The parcel contained the drawing room scrapbook and the narrative sent to Miss W[alker] but unopened –

Above 1/2 hour in the other room and returned to the Drawing room at 8 1/4 – In the few minutes of being alone with Miss Parkhill she asked again if I had not heard of Miss Walker’s engagement. ‘No, the report had not reached me.’ Asked the gentleman's name. Well, if was a Mr. Fraser he died at Cheltenham. Must be true. She had heard it at Wakefield, and it came from his mother –

Poor Miss W[alker]. Her secrets are not well kept. But I wonder at Mrs. Fraser –

1/2 corve per square yard = 2 corves per score and there being 1210 scores in an acre ∴

2420 corves at 7 1/2 d [pence] = £75. [pounds] 12. [shillings] 6 [pence] throw off 1/2 this for expense then 75. [pounds] 12. [shillings] 6 [pence] = 37. [pounds 16. [shillings] 3 [pence]

∴ the coal in the low land is worth more by £37. [pounds 16. [shillings] 3 [pence] per acre than the same coal (Lower or soft bed) in the upper land – My uncle was aware of this greater value of the coal in the low land from his selling all pulled at Trough of Bolland slip-in pit at

£230 per acre and all pulled at the Willy hill pit at £205 per acre

Rawson sells upper bed at 7 d [pence] a corve and Lower bed at 8 d [pence] a corve –

1 6d [pence] a corve = 10 /. [shillings] a score

2 7d [pence]_______= 11/8. _______ [11 shillings/8 pence a score]

3 7 1/2d [pence]____= 12/6. _______[12 shillings/6 pence a score]

4 8d [pence]______= 13/4_______ [13 shillings/4 pence a score] throw off 1/2 for exp[ense] th[e]n one ac[re] or 1210 scores

1 at 5 /. [shillings] = £302. [pounds] 10. [shillings] 0 [pence]

2 –  5 /. [shillings] = £342. [pounds] 18. [shillings] 4 [pence]

3 –  6/3. [shillings/pence] = £378. [pounds] 2. [shillings] 6 [pence]

4 –  6/8. [shillings/pence] = £403. [pounds] 6. [shillings] 8 [pence]

∴ tak[in]g the coal at 7 1/2 a corve £378. [pounds] 2. [shillings] 6 [pence] – £250 = 128. [pounds] 2. [shillings] 6 [pence] profit to the purchaser at 8      [a corve] £403. [pounds] 6. [shillings] 8 [pence] – £250 = 153. [pounds] 6. [shillings] 8 [pence] [profit to the purchaser]

Had just calculated and written the above at 10 40/.. when after reading the Courier 10 minutes went to my room – Fine frost day – But very thick and hazy – Fahrenheit 45 1/º at 11 p.m. the Duchesse de Berri taken at last – Taken at Nantes –

[in margin] § vide page 289 

[in margin] vide page 288

[in margin] page 298

An Encyclopaedia of Gardening, comprehending the theory and practice of horticulture, floriculture, arboriculture and landscape gardening including ... a general history of gardening in all countries, etc by John Claudius Loudon

Plutarch's Lives,: Translated from the Original Greek, with Notes Critical and Historical, and a New Life of Plutarch

[jadekitty777]

Fall For You

*Runs in screaming and slams this down with forty minutes left to go* 

I will not lie that this one is not my best. Time crunch got to me and I kind of rushed this one. Um, but... I finished? 8D

Thank you everyone who has taken the time to read, reblog,or comment on my stories this week! Your support has been greatly appreciated and encouraging. Another thank you goes out to the many of you who inspired me to write some of these stories; they wouldn’t exist if not for you. Finally, a thank you to all the other participants who made such great fics and art this week;  you all are awesome!! 

Day 7: AU

Dedicated to: @tama-negis (I formally apologize though; you deserve something so much better than this)

Rating: K+

Pairing: Qrow/Clover

Word Count: 2.7k

Ao3 Link: Fall For You

Summary: To Qrow, there was no greater feeling in the world than the sensation of flying through the air, nothing but the bar and Clover to rely on.

That's why the fall was so devastating. [Circus AU]

~

“Net check!”

Qrow rolled his eyes as Clover fell backwards off the trapeze platform, saluting as he went. He looked over the edge just to make sure his partner hadn’t died, before shouting down at him, “You know, after two years, that’s decidedly less impressive.”

“Don’t lie. You love it just as much as you love me.” He was too far to actually see if he was winking, but Qrow knew he definitely was.

Rather than respond, he just continued on with the safety check. He gripped at the bar, pulling on it. No give, no worrisome noises. Rigging seemed secure. He took another step back, before doing a running leap off, holding on tight as he traveled over the net until he came to a stop at the center of their stage.

He twisted his body upwards, landing on the top of the bar and swung back and forth lazily, listening carefully to everything above him. During a performance, over the roaring crowd and blasting music, it was impossible to hear any of the small, subtle sounds of the cabling above. So, any out of place screech or worrisome clonk that could imply something was about to give would go completely unheard. But in the near silence of the empty Big Top, he could hear even the tiniest creak of the frame as it bore his weight.

Nothing out of place.

He slipped his feet off the bar, freefalling for a fraction of a second before his arms caught it. Everything held. Just as it had the last two times they’d done the check throughout the day. He thought it was a little excessive, but James was a stickler for routine, and after taking partial ownership of the circus, had immediately enacted the three-check rule.

There were a lot of those kinds of changes the performers of the former “Marvelous Circus of Oz” had to put up with when they officially became partners with James’ “Fabled Ace Ops”. Higher demands on performance training, complete restructuring of acts and teammates, stricter guidelines on fashion. Qrow wasn’t even allowed to wear nail polish anymore.

“You got to be fucking kidding me!” He remembered shouting at his new boss. “What do you think’ll happen Jimmy? Is my polish gonna eat through the bar?”

Ozpin had to pull him aside after that one, practically pleading for him to cooperate. It was hard to continue being pissed off when he had to face his old friend’s weary, desperate eyes. He knew this was a shitty situation, for all of them. But it was either this or all of them be out of a job. So, Qrow let it go and tried his best to play nice.

Though, he supposed as he turned around on the bar to face the platform Clover was once again standing on, not everything that had resulted in the merger was terrible. Sure, he’d been downright hostile when James had first reassigned Raven with Summer’s act and appointed his own star trapeze artist to him – but it didn’t take long for Qrow to warm up to the other man. Clover was like a magnet of good qualities: friendly, confidant, encouraging, honest.

He was also ridiculously attractive, so that was a plus.

Qrow rocked his body, gaining momentum until he could swing himself back over to the platform, securing the bar down. “Alright, we’re good.”

“No, you missed something.” Clover spoke up.

“What?” He looked around, doing a mental catalogue of his checklist. “No, I didn’t. Wha-ah!”

Strong arms wound around his waist, pulling him in and a big, wet sloppy kiss was planted right on his cheek. “You forgot the kiss for good luck.”

Qrow snorted. He didn’t believe in superstition, especially with names like theirs. He had to of gotten every good luck-bad luck comment probably known to the universe. Didn’t mean he wasn’t above teasing about it. “You’re disgusting and a heathen.”

Clover gasped loudly, before whirling them around, letting him go. “Oh Qrow, my love! How could you wound me this way?” He backed up the two steps it took to get back to the edge, hands crossing over the center of his chest. “The pain, it’s just too much to bear! Goodbye cruel world.”

And with another wink, he went back over.

Qrow tried, he really did, but even biting down on his lip didn’t stop the guffaws that escaped as he looked down again. “You’re an idiot!”

“Joke’s on you,” He hollered back triumphantly, “I’m yours!”

Even with the distance between them, he was sure Clover knew he was smiling.

~

The night was going spectacularly well. The audience was receptive and easily emotive. They’d gotten loud cheers for Summer and Raven’s silk dance and wows for Elm and Vine’s high-wire act. It had been a while since they’d had a crowd this good and the rest of the crew was feeling it too, all of them buzzing to get on stage and feed into the energy.

“Alright, Marrow and the kids are finishing up. Qrow and Clover you’re up. Robyn and Tai, get ready to follow.” Oz called as he snaked his way between the teams, popping his top hat back on his head as he went.

“Ah, what a shame that your act will be completely overshadowed by ours.” Robyn taunted. Though she lacked malice, her pride wasn’t unwarranted.

When people thought of circuses, they thought of all the typical acts: animal taming, clowns, trapeze work. No one really thought of fire arrows. It was the only act of its kind in the world, and one that had happened by complete mistake.

Robyn, from James’ crew, was an extremely precise archer – able to split her own arrows and even bounce them off other obstacles and still hit a target’s bull’s-eye. Tai, from their circus, was their fire performer, his talents ranging from being able to spin and juggle batons that were ablaze on either end to swallowing lit torches and breathing plumes of fire upwards like a dragon. Early on into the merger, the two just happened to be practicing by one another, showboating and trying to one up each other on their skills. One thing led to another, and Tai ended up challenging Robyn to shoot through his flames and still hit her target.

It was when she pulled it off, that the idea to combine their acts was born.

Qrow wouldn’t deny it made for a hell of a sight – but that didn’t mean he’d let her get away with her ribbing without giving back a bit of his own, “Please. Ours will be so good, they won’t be able to get it off their minds long enough to pay attention to yours.”

“Hah, you wish!”

Clover, smug as can be, threw an arm over his shoulders as he added, “Now Robyn, you know wishes are for stars, of which Qrow and I happen to be.”

“And they say I blow a lot of smoke.” Tai intervened with a wave of his hand, “Get on outta here you two before you end up holding up the whole show.”

Anything more that they might have said was interrupted by the sound of laughter floating in with Marrow, Ruby and Yang as they returned backstage. The three were propped up on each other’s shoulders like a human Leaning Tower of Pisa. Qrow and Clover were quick to assist the younger man bearing their combined weight, helping the younger girls down on their feet.

He didn’t have a lot of time, but Qrow still took a second to ruffle Ruby’s hair. “Good job kiddo.”

The eight-year old gave him a tooth-gaped smile, saying, “Break a leg Uncle Qrow!”

“In thirteen places.” He promised, before following his trapeze partner out into the darkness of the stage.

“And now, it’s the moment you all knew was coming. Introducing our Flying Aces, Qrow Branwen and Clover Ebi!” Ozpin’s voice boomed from where he stood in the center of the stage.

Qrow linked his arm with Clover’s just as the spotlight moved to capture them, both of them raising up their free hands up high as if catching the applause from the audience. So close, it was obvious how similar their clothing was – himself in a black leotard that blended into red and Clover in a complementary white to green one. Though turned from the crowd, on their backs was a design choice Qrow himself had insisted upon: Wings to follow the color gradient.

They were the Flying Aces after all.

Oz continued with his announcement, but having heard it so many times before, he mostly tuned it out as he and Clover split from one another, each of them climbing up the ladders to the platforms opposite each other. As the final words from their ringleader faded, the lights below went out, bringing all the attention skyward.

Qrow unhooked the bar that he’d secured only hours ago. The music started to roll, but the moment he went swinging off the platform, it was as if everything else faded. There was nothing except him, the bar and the sensation of wind and weightlessness as he turned his body around, hooking his knees around the edges and hanging down free. As his movement slowed, he eased his grip, gravity bringing him down into a short drop before his ankles caught onto the edge instead. After another few moments, he unhooked his left, all of his weight now on just the right leg as he let his free limbs spread out wide like a taxidermist’s greatest prize.

Mostly he was a distraction, performing small tricks while Clover got into place, throwing himself off his own platform to gain momentum so he could prepare to catch him. He knew his partner was ready when he signaled him with a salute. Qrow pulled himself up so his legs could dangle once again, pushing himself into motion once more. At the apex of their swings, he let go, Clover gripping his wrists easily. They flew together briefly, before he returned him to the bar, Qrow doing an easy spin midair to catch it.

It was his second leap that earned them applause, this time somersaulting twice in midair before being captured. Even over all the white noise in his ears, he could make out Clover’s exhilarated chuckles and a breathless laugh left him as well. This was something they shared: The excitement of the flight, the adrenalin born from hanging freely nearly thirty feet in the air, the thrill brought on with each completed trick as their routine built together.

The joy of doing it all with someone he loved.

Without question, it was that last one that made him do what he did next.

Qrow’s hands clasped onto the bar as he was thrown back to it, swinging his legs up and fitting them between his grip so he could hang upside down again, this time prepared to grab the other man so they could move into the second part of their act.  Clover took his turn to fly over, doing a flip of his own.

But Qrow didn’t move into position for the catch.

Hours later, when asked, he wouldn’t be able to tell anyone precisely what it was that warned him – maybe he heard something snap. Maybe he noticed a change in his balance. Or maybe it was just a feeling in his gut. But somehow, he knew.

So, for the first time since they’d perfected the move, Qrow missed.

Clover went flying one way.

As the rigging broke above him, Qrow went the other way, further and out of control.

The freefall sensation wasn’t unfamiliar to him – he’d dropped thousands of times before. On those rare cases it was unintentional, he was usually even talented enough to make it look like part of the act.

The white-hot agony that laced through him as something impacted his side with the force of a bullet was new though, unexpected in its ferocity.

It was all his mind could grasp at until he was bouncing off the edge of the net and the ground rushed up to meet him.

~

Incessant beeping roused him.

His first thought was he immediately wanted to go back to bed. Whatever the hell he had been doing must have been brutal, because his body ached all over, particularly centralized in his shoulder and hip and his stomach was especially throbbing.

Qrow made a noise in the back of his throat, trying to raise his arm to shut off the alarm, only to find it oddly weighted. His head flopped to the left and he grumbled, “C’ver, ‘larm.”

Suddenly the weight lifted, still there but entirely focused on his wrist. Oh, it was a hand.

“Qrow? Hey babe, you awake?” Clover’s voice coming from above him rather than beside him was what finally got him to open his eyes.

Immediately he realized he wasn’t home in the trailer when instead of just more bed and a window, there was a machine next to him and a wall a few feet away. The machine was the thing making the noise. His gaze rolled around, taking in the IV stand next and gathered a pretty good guess on where he was.

A shift made him look towards the figure hovering over him. His partner looked like a wreck, expression pale and drawn. Dark circles were laden under sleepless eyes.

“Hey.” Soft as his voice, Clover’s hand brushed through his hair, “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.” Qrow replied, swallowing around his tongue which felt oddly swollen. “Heavy.”

“Yeah that’s probably the anesthesia wearing off.”

“Anesthesia?” That didn’t sound promising.

His partner took a moment to pull the chair behind him closer, sitting down right at his bedside. The hand still holding his squeezed lightly. “Do you remember what happened?”

Shifting through his own head, vague memories of spotlights and soaring through the air came back to him – as well as a stomach-dropping sensation that wasn’t meant to be there. “I fell.”

Clover’s voice shook a little, “Yeah, you did.”

There were a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but the most important one came out first, “How bad am I?”

“You’re gonna be okay. You, have a few fractures but, nothing major broke.” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “Your stomach’s a mess though. When the cabling gave out, part of it snapped back and hit you. It ripped right into your intestines. You were in surgery for six hours.”

Qrow took that in sluggishly, focusing mostly on the first part. It meant he could still perform. The rest of it could wait for more thought another day.

So, he moved on. “What ‘bout you?”

“Hm?”

“Where were you when I fell?”

“I, uh,” Clover’s laughed, but it sounded a bit wrong. “Down on the net. I was uh, flying over to you and you just didn’t catch me. I think you knew something was wrong, ‘cause Summer said you never even reached for me.”

The significance of that hit him instantly. There were a few universal rules any trapeze worker knew – the topmost being just how vital it was for the flyer to swing after a catch. The human skeleton was a surprisingly delicate thing, and the arc of motion that followed alleviated all of the pressure the body underwent from the flight and drop. But, if the flow of motion was hindered or stopped all together, say by a snapping cable line, all that pressure suddenly didn’t have anywhere go and instead the force would compact onto the body.

At best, the sudden whiplash would have injured Clover’s spine, maybe bruised an organ or two.

At worst, it would have broken his neck.

His partner lifted his hand, lips pressing against the back of his skin as he whispered reverently, “You saved my life.”

Qrow let out a slow breath, mouth pulling up in a smirk. “Nah. I just took falling for you real literally.”

This time, when Clover laughed, it was much more genuine, even as tears finally flowed from his eyes. “You’re an idiot.”

His reply was a victory: “Joke’s on you. I’m yours.”

With no distance between them, neither of them could miss the other’s smile.

[killfaeh]

Péguy

Hi everybody! In this news feed I've told you a few times about a project I named Péguy. Well today I dedicate a complete article to it to present it to you in more detail but also to show you the new features I brought to it at the beginning of the winter. It's not the priority project (right now it's TGCM Comics) but I needed a little break during the holidays and coding vector graphics and 3D, it's a little bit addictive like playing Lego. x) Let's go then!

Péguy, what is it?

It is a procedural generator of patterns, graphic effects and other scenery elements to speed up the realization of my drawings for my comics. Basically, I enter a few parameters, click on a button, and my program generates a more or less regular pattern on its own. The first lines of code were written in 2018 and since then, this tool has been constantly being enriched and helping me to work faster on my comics. :D This project is coded with web languages and generates vector patterns in the format SVG. In the beginning it was just small scripts that had to be modified directly to change the parameters and run individually for each effect or pattern generated.

Not very user friendly, is it? :’D

This first version was used on episode 2 of Dragon Cat's Galaxia 1/2. During 2019 I thought it would be more practical to gather all these scripts and integrate them into a graphical user interface. Since then, I have enriched it with new features and improved its ergonomics to save more and more time. Here is a small sample of what can be produced with Péguy currently.

Graphic effects typical of manga and paving patterns in perspective or plated on a cylinder. All these features were used on Tarkhan and Gonakin. I plan to put this project online, but in order for it to be usable by others than me, I still need to fix a few ergonomy issues. For the moment, to recover the rendering, you still need to open the browser debugger to find and copy the HTML node that contains the SVG. In other words, if you don't know the HTML structure by heart, it's not practical. 8D

A 3D module!

The 2020 new feature is that I started to develop a 3D module. The idea, in the long run, is to be able to build my comics backgrounds, at least the architectural ones, a bit like a Lego game. The interface is really still under development, a lot of things are missing, but basically it's going to look like this.

So there's no shortage of 3D modeling software, so why am I making one? What will make my project stand out from what already exists? First, navigation around the 3D workspace. In short, the movement of the camera. Well please excuse me, but in Blender, Maya, Sketchup and so on, to be able to frame according to your needs to get a rendering, it's just a pain in the ass! So I developed a more practical camera navigation system depending on whether you're modeling an object or placing it in a map. The idea is to take inspiration from the map editors in some video games (like Age of Empire). Secondly, I'm going to propose a small innovation. When you model an object in Blender or something else, it will always be frozen and if you use it several times in an environment, it will be strictly identical, which can be annoying for natural elements like trees for example. So I'm going to develop a kind of little "language" that will allow you to make an object customizable and incorporate random components. Thus, with a single definition for an object, we can obtain an infinite number of different instances, with random components for natural elements and variables such as the number of floors for a building. I had already developed a prototype of this system many years ago in Java. I'm going to retrieve it and adapt it to Javascript. And the last peculiarity will be in the proposed renderings. As this is about making comics (especially in black and white in my case), I'm developing a whole bunch of shaders to generate lines, screentones and other hatchings automatically with the possibility to use patterns generated in the existing vector module as textures! :D

What are shaders?

Well, you see the principle of post-production in cinema... (Editing, sound effects, various corrections, special effects... all the finishing work after shooting). Well, shaders are about the same principle. They are programs executed just after the calculation of the 3D object as it should appear on the screen. They allow to apply patches, deformations, effects, filters... As long as you are not angry with mathematics, there is only limit to your imagination! :D When you enter a normal vector in a color variable it gives funny results.

Yes! It's really with math that you can display all these things. :D Now when you hear a smart guy tell you that math is cold, it's the opposite of art or incompatible with art... it's dry toast, you'll know it's ignorance. :p Math is a tool just like the brush, it's all about knowing how to use it. :D In truth, science is a representation of reality in the same way as a painting. It is photorealistic in the extreme, but it is nevertheless a human construction used to describe nature. It remains an approximation of reality that continually escapes us and we try to fill in the margins of error over the centuries... Just like classical painting did. But by the way? Aren't there a bunch of great painters who were also scholars, mathematicians? Yes, there are! Look hard! The Renaissance is a good breeding ground. x) In short! Physics is a painting and mathematics is its brush. But in painting, we don't only do figurative, not only realism, we can give free rein to our inspiration to stylize our representation of the world or make it abstract. Well like any good brush, mathematics allows the same fantasy! All it takes is a little imagination for that. Hold, for example, the good old Spirograph from our childhood. We all had one! Well, these pretty patterns drawn with the bic are nothing else than... parametric equations that make the students of math sup/math spe suffer. 8D Even the famous celtic triskelion can be calculated from parametric equations. Well, I digress, I digress, but let's get back to our shaders. Since you can do whatever you want with it, I worked on typical manga effects. By combining the Dot Pattern Generator and the Hatch Generator but display them in white, I was able to simulate a scratch effect on screentones.

In the traditional way it is an effect that is obtained by scraping the screentones with a cutter or similar tool.

Péguy will therefore be able to calculate this effect alone on a 3D scene. :D I extended this effect with a pattern calculated in SVG. So it will be possible to use the patterns created in the vector module as textures for the 3D module! Here it is a pattern of dots distributed according to a Fibonacci spiral (I used a similar pattern in Tarkhan to make stone textures, very commonly used in manga).

Bump mapping

So this is where things get really interesting. We stay in the shaders but we're going to give an extra dimension to our rendering. Basically, bump mapping consists in creating a bas-relief effect from a high map. And it gives this kind of result.

The defined object is always a simple cylinder (with 2 radii). It is the shaders that apply the pixel shift and recalculate the lighting thanks to the high map that looks like this.

This texture has also been calculated automatically in SVG. Thus we can dynamically set the number of bricks. Well, this bas-relief story is very nice, but here we have a relatively realistic lighting, and we would like it to look like a drawing. So by applying a threshold to have an area lit in white, a second threshold to have shadow areas in black, by applying the screentone pattern to the rest and by adding the hatching that simulates the scraped screentone, here is the result!

It's like a manga from the 80's! :D I tested this rendering with other screentone patterns: Fibonnacci spiral dots, parallel lines or lines that follow the shape of the object.

Now we know what Péguy can do. I think I can enrich this rendering a bit more with the shaders but the next time I work on this project the biggest part of the job will be to create what we call primitives, basic geometric objects. After that I can start assembling them. The concept of drawing while coding is so much fun that I'm starting to think about trying to make complete illustrations like this or making the backgrounds for some comic book projects only with Péguy just for the artistic process. Finding tricks to generate organic objects, especially plants should be fun too. That's all for today. Next time we'll talk about drawing! Have a nice week-end and see you soon! :D Suisei

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[misslisterkeepsajournal]

1826 Thursday 19 January

7 10/55/60

Went into the stable came in again at 7 25/60 - (did not make my fire this morning - soft and mild - preferred being without the smell of smoke) sat down at my Desk at 8 1/4 - read over M-'s [Mariana's] 2 last letters - crossed the latter 1/2 page 1 page 2 and part of page 3 of my letter written yesterday - wrote a little more about Mrs. B- [Belcombe] shewing more irritation of feeling than what I wrote yesterday -

'I have altered my letter to your mother to oblige you; but it is against my own judgement - Perhaps I may not write at all - I shall wait a few days, and consider about it - why should your mother think so much of what I said - If there seemed no justice in it, why not laugh at me and my opinions? I hope this will be the last letter in which I shall name to you this miserable subject - I will keep up appearances for your sake - I shall always remember the kindness shewn to myself, but I wish to receive no more - why am I to omit those passages? Why would they so irritate? Because the reasoning is too strong, and sophistry could scarce make head against it' -

Vide pp. pages 1 and 2 for the following

'every member of my family to be displeasing to you (quoted from M-'s [Mariana's] letter of Saturday 14th instant page 3) would be a drawback on my happiness which I think you would be sorry for' - Perhaps I should not be less sorry than yourself - Perhaps it might not be in my power to dislike all the members of your family, even if I wished it - I do try to remember 'that the precise nature' etc. etc., and shall therefore, on leaving out the sentences in my letter to your mother to which you object, alter or omit 2 or 3 other expressions which might give 'some of the family strong ground on which to guess', etc. etc. Some casual remarks were made during my absence from home, which gave me an opportunity of completely doing away with any such guesses - you stand on the very ground you wish - It rests entirely with yourself to keep it - Let my faults and follies have been what they may, your shadows do not rest on you - Remember this - do me justice on this point - and set your mind at ease' -

Then sealed and sent off my letter to M- [Mariana] (Lawton hall) which took me till 9 3/4 - from then till 12 20/60 wrote 3 pages and one end to IN [Isabella Norcliffe] - chit-chat - nothing particular - gave our best thanks for a fine hare which arrived at Northgate for us on Tuesday - then wrote 1 1/2 pages to CN [Charlotte Norcliffe] - uncertain whether IN [Isabella Norcliffe] was gone to Croft or not, and wishing my letter to her to be read to or by Mrs. N- [Norcliffe] and CN- [Charlotte Norcliffe] (on account of the mention of some cheap shawls I could get for them) sent it open to the latter to be forwarded if necessary - enclosed both my letters (to IN- [Isabella Norcliffe] and CN- [Charlotte Norcliffe] Langton hall) in a small blue paper box with the cachet à roulette I got in Paris, to CN- [Charlotte Norcliffe] - sent a shilling for Burnett to pay the 8d. [pence] I forgot to pay for the letter to Miss Mc.L- [Maclean] forwarded from here - sent off this box, and went down to breakfast at 12 1/2 - staid talking to my uncle and aunt -

Went upstairs at 1 3/4 - an hour reading a little French and looking over Gregory's Conspectus - went out at 2 3/4 - James came again today the 1st time since Saturday last - he and John Booth making the new path at the bottom of the Dolt staid with them till near 5 - then walked to Hipperholme lane ends - got home and went upstairs at 5 40/60 - dressed dinner at 6 1/2 - afterwards wrote the last 9 lines - Very fine, sunshiny, mild day - Barometer 1 3/4 degree above changeable Fahrenheit 41° at 9 1/4 p.m. at which hour came up to bed - just before read aloud to my uncle and aunt the copy of my intended letter to Mrs. Belcombe, noting the omisssions M- [Mariana] wished me to make - my aunt would have the letter as I first wrote it, or not at all - E..O. - Just before getting into bed read from page 34 to 52 no. number 27 Edinburgh Philosophical Journal -  

Reference: SH:7/ML/E/9/0051

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Admittedly, I’m Hard to See

Fandom: Beetlejuice the Musical Chapters: 1/? Pairing: Beetlejuice x OC (Holidae) The Players: Beetlejuice, Lydia Deetz, Holidae Bell Word Count: 1,305 Warnings: Not at this time, but we’ll say M for Language

Notes:

I apologize in advance... for the whole thing. It’s been a minute since I wrote things I felt like posting. 8D

In Which a Stage is Set

It was a weird house.

There were the obvious architectural modifications that made the tri-level craftsman become a modernist nightmare, sure, but there was something else. A vibe, however trite the word had become lately. This aura of unsettling that washed over the place in waves. Even the oddly barren trees and dead grass reflected the "obviously haunted" house look it may or may not have been trying to go for.

Then again, knowing Lydia Deetz, it might have been very intentional.

The aforementioned woman hopped out of the passenger side of the small u-haul truck, stretching her arms upward with a satisfying pop. Even though it had only been since the previous weekend since she had visited her old home, it still always felt like a new experience coming back to the house. Her stepmother was always rearranging the furniture or painting the walls some awful color scheme. Nothing she ever picked would ever be Pantone color of the year, so to speak. Because of Delia's habit of switching design schemes on a dime, the house was always in a state of what the artsy woman called "new flux".

Ever since the Maitlands had gone to their permanent home in the Neitherworld, Delia had been free to let her creative juices flow out into the rest of the house, not just the upstairs area they had allowed her to express herself upon.

Hearing the drive side door open and shut heavily, Lydia turned her attention back to her traveling companion, gesturing to the house in a "ta-da" motion.

"Well? Better in glorious technicolor right?" Lydia walked to the back of the truck to unlatch the lock. "Better than the black and white study at the last show?"

"Glorious isn't... isn't the word. Visually distressing is more accurate. Why the extra wall facade tacked on like that?" The other woman replied.

"Delia", Lydia replied.

There was a nod of understanding, "Explains so much."

Both girls were similar in terms of their lack-of height, but that's where the physical similarities started to pair off. Lydia Deetz was petite and dressed like a fancy little doll stuffed onto the rack of thrift shop; a look she had perfected over the years to a fine science. The other woman, a one Miss Holidae Bell, had a good several pounds on Lydia; choosing to hide her shapely form under ratty jeans and a well-worn, baggy sweater.

Holidae ran a hand through her bobbed, chestnut colored hair, staring up at the house. Her friend was right; seeing it in person was completely different than the photography showcase they hosted last month at the art gallery. Or having lived vicariously through the vivid descriptions late nights in their small college dormitory, a pastime they often shared every time Lydia came back from her home visits.

Sudden movement in a tiny attic window caught her attention, her head tilting forward as she stood on her tiptoes in a attempt to see better.

"Hey Lyddy, didn't you say your parents left yesterday?" Without taking her eyes off the window, Holidae reached out to the side to grab the suitcase she was handed.

Lydia was digging around in her bag for the house keys, "Yep. The 8:20am to Rome."

Holidae jerked her head toward the attic, "Something's moving around upstairs."

Fumbling suddenly with the keys, the other girl shook her head, "Couldn't be... oh, maybe they left a door open! Bad drafts upstairs. Plays up the whole haunted house look, wouldn't you say?"

Lydia's oddly fast reply didn't go unnoticed by Holidae, "Huh. I suppose so. Irresponsible though, what if someone got in and robbed the place?"

"It's Delia. I was lucky to get the spare key set before they made it to the airport." Dragging a heavy suitcase up the gravel walkway, Lydia approached the front door to unlock it.

Holidae stood watching the window for a few more moments before following suit, unable to pinpoint the feeling that her friend was being a little shifty. Maybe Lydia had been truthful during her late night ghost stories about dancing around in the air, or her photos of "ghosts" she took when she was younger. Holidae always chalked it up to her friend's penchant for the bizarre, but it wasn't as though Holidae herself was a skeptic about the supernatural. It was one of the reasons the girls had bonded so quickly as roommates.

There was never any judgement made about one or the other's eccentric qualities. Just a casual acceptance that well, that's how they are. No harm done. No questions asked.

Well, Holidae thought as she crossed the threshold into the house proper, it would make for an interesting occupancy.

As both women made their way into the relatively normal - for a change - footprint of the house, a pang of guilt struck Lydia deep in her chest. She didn't like lying to Holidae, but certain facts about the home's... other guest... weren't something to be discussed within the first few minutes into the house.

Breakfast, maybe?

Or never?

She doubted she could really get away with keeping the attic's occupant a secret for the long term; he wouldn't stay quiet with someone new in the house.

The other occupant was less of a guest and more of a very permanent resident. It's the unfortunate result of not reading the handbook thoroughly, Juno had told him; not that she encouraged him to read the thing cover to cover. The less he knew, the more she could ignore him.

Beetlejuice watched from the attic window; a thin trail of smoke rising from the cigarette he just lit up. Lydia, his best bestest friend in this world or beyond, had done her best to explain the new housing situation to him. Truthfully, he may or may not have zoned out during the conversation, but he got the gist of what she was trying to say.

No, she is not some breather replacement best friend.

I will of course come and talk to you all the time!

Just be good... please?

Don't scare Holli or so HELP ME, BJ-

Things like that. Like he was some little kid.

...that last point was probably high up on Lydia's priority list, but not so much on his.

He took a drag off the cigarette, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation below. Lydia had accurately described Holidae's appearance, he mused, must be a photographer thing. Thicker build than the waif-like Lydia - which was something she had not imparted to him fully - but he was infinitely thankful for the surprise. Meat on a breather was something he had admitted to himself he was keen on, not that he would turn any sort of partner down based on looks. He was an equal opportunity demon, after all.

Beetlejuice's face broke out in a very wide grin when he noticed Holidae staring upward, and he waved just for kicks, "Oh-ho, you're going to be too much fun, aren't you?"

He pressed his face comically hard against the window glass, banging on the frame as hard as he could. Holidae was still staring, meaning something he was doing was getting through to her. Sure, Lydia could always see and converse with him with ease, and that was something uniquely special about his friend. It would make sense that she would find another living soul that had the same affinity for the strange and unusual to pal around with when she wasn't hanging out with him. Just how strange was yet to be determined.

Stamping out the cigarette, he wandered back to the center of his little attic space, "Might as well get the introductions out of the way. Would hate to be a poor host."

With a small puff of smoke, he disappeared into lower floor of the house.