#adding these tags due to recent ‘events’

[mx-pastelwriting]

Saving My Fanfiction Work

First. Side note: This post was only intended to give resources to fanfiction writers and enjoyers. My talk on recent political events was a context/reasoning on why I made this post. Also I’ve had to add more information to this post over time due to people’s confusion in my comments. Explaining it was to make sure that this post didn’t come off as out of the blue for my followers and this community. Which is fanfiction.

Also, why I made this post was from people asking if they could download my fanfiction because of the recent political events in America hence why I named it “saving my fanfiction work” and added my context. So this was also a post to tell people that liked my fanfiction they could download it as long as it was for their personal collection. I merely just wanted to list resources to people who wanted to download fanfiction and don’t know where to start or don’t have the immediate resources. I’m not here to fear-monger. I am just giving resources and the reasoning on why I’m giving them along with urging people to look into those information/recent events as staying aware is important. I respect everybody who’s given their opinion and yes, some of my grammar in this post is not adequate as this post was merely made for giving/stating resources.

Lastly, I will no longer update this post with comments as I’ve said my peace, nor will I pay attention to the notifications as they are muted. As my page is for fanfiction not politics. Thank you for the people in this community who share this post for the resources see you around the tags! Stay safe friends!!✨ Remember I love you! And you are loved!💛

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Due to the recent events in the United States. To clarify the recent events being Trump becoming president of the United States, Project 2025 more than likely going to be integrated. If you are not familiar with Project 2025 I urge you to look it up.

Along with the KOSA bill that has many problems and it has passed the senate now needing the finally vote in the house, which both are majority red. Go here to learn more on why it needs to be stopped and how you can. This is another component that will harm our communities. Go to: stopkosa.com

With all of its harmful plans some of the plans are to take down/restrict internet sites that have LGBTQ+ communities that means communities like the fan-fiction communities/sites in the United States.

I am only giving resources to those inside and out of the US in case they banned sites that hold fan-fiction. Better safe than sorry.

Being that I live in the US the possibly of mine and many others Fanfiction has the possibly of being in danger. Therefore I'm giving you recourses. (I'm not leaving or stopping my writing, I'm here for the fight!)

For those wanting to save my fanfiction, I give you permission to download them off of AO3 and to be used for your personal collection. Meaning, your eyes only. To clarify I’m saying this as others have asked if they could download my fanfic so for those who would like to you can.

If you do not know how to download them many others on online have tutorials on how to download them and add them to our phone libraries.

Here are some links to tutorials:

Downloading Fanfic

Adding to Iphone & Android Library

Adding to Kindle Library - Video on How (On TikTok)

Adding Book Covers (At the bottom) - Good EPUB Cover Changer (I use this)

Types of Files and What they mean

Please stay safe out there! Remember to follow the rules below.

DO NOT share the downloaded file anywhere online.

DO NOT repost the downloaded file under your name.

Fanfiction is protected under copyright law when plagiarism is involved. If you plagiarize my work, either a piece or whole in any language, I will take legal action. Inspiration or the same idea does NOT apply to this, only word-for-word plagiarism in any language.

♥ mx-pastelwriting does not consent to their fanfiction being copied, copied & credited, translated, used in videos and/or audios, screenshotted, used in AI, or reposted on any other platform without permission.

♥ mx-pastelwriting does give consent to "reblog," sharing links to direct work, and being in recommend lists.

Please stay safe out there friends! I love you so much! Know that there will always people that love you and in for the fight to make sure you are loved!

And here are some resources in case you don’t feel okay! Resources here

[cottonlemonade]

Fake Dating Your Ex

word count: 2852 || avg. reading time: 12 mins.

pairing: University AU pining ex!Kenma x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff + angst

warnings: bullying

request: For a midnight snack I’ll get a 15 and 24 and go back to sleep with kenma please || fluffy-angsty, fake dating + jealousy, ex Kenma

“Question.”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna ask yet.”

“Fine. What?”

“How would you, as a person… as a…. as a human person”, you shook your head for a moment but then decided to roll with it, “feel about accompanying another human person to an event?”

Your ex finally looked up from the console in his hands with profound confusion written all over his face.

“What?”

Bracing yourself you tried again, spelling it out this time, “Would you please come with me to my high school reunion?”

You expected him to frown, sure, but instead of the immediate shot down he asked, “Why?”

Not a No. Okay!

Pulling up a chair from the adjacent lunch table to sit down across from him, you used your hands in a nowhere near helpful fashion to explain, “I got invited and originally I said No because why would I want to go but then this girl who used to bully me-“

“Momoka.”, he added.

“Yes.”, you said in surprise, “Her. Anyway, she messaged me and asked if it’s because we broke up.”

“How would one correlate to the other?”

“Because while we were dating I may or may not have bragged pretty excessively about you.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And you were all over my social media for two years and well, now you’re not, so she was asking if we split up.”

“We did.”

You tried not to click your tongue, thinking any sass would lower the likelihood of him agreeing to play along. “I know, but I don’t want her to know. So I may or may not have kinda sorta said that we are doing better than ever and just because you gained so much more popularity that we are trying to keep it on the down low and”, you took a deep breath, “she said I should bring you then and I may or may not have said Yes.”

“Y/n.”, he groaned.

“I know, I know! But I will get you SlimeBlast2 and the new Counterforce if you just pretend to be my boyfriend for one more evening. We can even leave early!”, you offered, spurred on by the fact that he hadn’t yet simply gotten up and left, “You can say that you have a planned stream that night and be back home before you know it.”

He thought about it for a moment while he resumed his game.

“Why have a reunion three years out of high school anyway?”

You mimicked her voice. “Because she is moving to America with her doctor fiancé and wants to say goodbye to everyone before she leaves. - Tch.”

He paused the game again and regarded you with a studying look. You, on the other hand, were focused on kneading your chubby fingers and not meeting his gaze.

“When is it?”

“So this is what all that streamer money can get you, not bad, not bad.”, you said as you slid into the passenger seat of his new car. Kenma didn’t comment on that. Nor did he compliment your little black dress that had him do a minuscule double take the way it hugged you in all the right ways. You broke up six months ago and instead of wallowing in a dark room as you had done, Kenma chose retail therapy - to the extent that every other day another out-of-breath mail carrier was ringing his doorbell and handed him anything from new consoles to games to figurines and even a body pillow because, thanks to you, he was now incapable of sleeping without something soft and squishy in his arms. This car was one of those more recent purchases, an impulse that surged in him around the same time he watched you flirt with a TA. He also felt the forgotten price tag itch in the back of his black button-down and matching dress pants he wore tonight.

The drive to the venue was mostly silent due to a mixture of old comfort and new awkwardness. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you play with your fingers, twirl your hair, scratch at your neck, and chew your lip.

“No one forces you to go to this thing.”, he eventually said. His GPS announced that you’d arrive soon.

You stopped scrunching your dress, sighed, and looked out the window onto the well-lit row of restaurants and bars you were driving past.

“I know. Social pressure does, though.”

“You never really cared about what people thought.”

“Ha! Good one.”, you countered drily.

“I mean it.”

“You only think that because we didn’t know each other in high school. This devil-may-care attitude”, you gestured vaguely up and down yourself, “was carefully curated once I was finally free of these people.”

“So, why not just ignore the reunion and go do something fun?”

“You know, if you’re gonna keep being right and logical, this night is not gonna work.”

He smiled and rolled to a stop in the parking lot among many other cars.

“We can still leave.”

You scratched at your neck again. He reached out to grab and trap your ever-busy hand in his, laying it gently on the middle console. He waited.

“Yeah… maybe you’re-“

“Hey!”, a muffled call accompanied by knocking on your window cut you off. Outside stood one of your former classmates waving excitedly.

Kenma grimaced.

“Look who I found getting all cozy in the car!” The large private room in the restaurant was filled with a whole bunch of people you hoped to never see again. They sat on the floor around the long table, apparently a couple of drinks ahead already.

“Oh my god, Y/n! I can’t believe you came!” Momoka got up to greet you like an old friend. Her cheeks were pink and she was clearly not too steady on her feet.

“What’s this? - Is that a hickey?!”, she squealed with mock scandal, pointing at your neck.

Your hand shot up to cover the reddening mark.

“I-uh-“

“Yeah, I just… couldn’t help myself.”, Kenma said in a tone that wouldn’t convince anyone sober. Luckily no one was.

She turned to him and as if she’d known him for years she slurred, “Well if it isn’t Kodzuken! I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t think you were real. I mean, of course you’re real but what would you ever want with our Y/n, when you could have anyone!” She laughed and ushered you both to sit next to her.

“I’m so sorry.”, you whispered to Kenma while cups of sake were pushed into your empty hands.

“Tell me, because I’m dying to know”, Momoka said, leaning forward, “how did you two even meet?”

The handful of former classmates in your general vicinity stopped their conversations to listen.

Kenma and you looked at each other.

“We just met at uni.”, you shrugged and pulled a platter of food closer to have something to do.

“Oh come on, Y/n-chan, there’s gotta be more to it than that.”, Momoka playfully pushed your shoulder.

“It was our first day actually.”, Kenma said, “I was sitting in the cafeteria playing a game and she came up to me with her tray and asked if she could join me.”

You caught his eyes and smiled, touched that he remembered.

“Of course, you met over food. Our Y/n loooves to eat, doesn’t she?” Momoka giggled into her sake.

Unfortunately, your mouth was just full of maki roll.

Kenma frowned.

“So, Kodzuken - or should I call you Kenma? You’re probably so tired of people addressing you by your username. Like hello, I’m a human being, too! So Kenma, what is it like being a streamer? I, personally, love YouTube. I think if I hadn’t gotten engaged”, she raised her hand to show off her ring, “I would have also gone into streaming. It looks so fun. And you’re just playing games all day. I love playing games. You could say I’m a gamer girl myself.”, she laughed and brushed her hair behind her ear like she was confessing something embarrassing, “I have played Animal Crossing over 100 hours. I know it’s too much, but what can I say, you understand, right? Sometimes you can’t put a game down for months.”

“… right.”

When he didn’t answer as bright-eyed and infatuated as she hoped, she turned to you with a devious smile, “Our Y/n should definitely do some of those… uh eating shows! You know, the ones where they just eat ungodly amounts of food at once. She’d be so good at that. Honestly”, she chuckled behind her hand, “I could have sworn she was training for that in high school.”

“Excuse me. I have to go to the bathroom.” You pushed your untouched sake further away, stood up, and walked quickly out of the room, sliding the door closed behind you. Muffled voices, cheers, and laughter could still be heard. You swallowed the lump in your throat and took a few deep breaths. Slipping back into your shoes you walked over to a corner with an open window that looked over the quiet courtyard that was closed for guests because of the snow. What a horrendous idea to even come here. Why did you think it would be any different? People didn’t change. As soon as you were in the company of your bullies suddenly you turned back to the timid little fat girl that was pushed into cold showers with her uniform on, that was tripped in the hallways, hackled in class for a wrong answer. The girl that was pointed at whenever she ate something. It didn’t matter what it was.

Normal lunch? - What a glutton!

A homemade salad? - Who is she trying to impress? As if that is gonna do anything.

It was only in university that you found people who accepted you for who you were and not what you looked like. And Kenma had made you feel loved and wanted for the first time in your life. Until he didn’t. You vividly remembered the night you broke up with him. His genuine shock when you told him that just hanging out and watching him stream was not how you envisioned your relationship to be like. After over two years of dating, you realized that you wanted more than dry texts and being the one to initiate intimacy. Kenma was a great listener and didn’t rush you into anything. He let you grow on your own and was truly happy when he saw you smile. But it wasn’t enough. You didn’t regret breaking up with him. It was the right thing to do. But whenever you felt stressed or overwhelmed you did seek out his streams. His calming voice and deadpan comments still helped you truly relax. You wondered if he missed you too sometimes.

“You’re gonna catch a cold.”, Kenma said behind you.

“Hey.”, you sighed, “Sorry I dragged you into this.”

“Don’t worry.” He came to stand next to you, close so that his arm was touching yours for a sliver of warmth. You both watched the snow fall for a moment.

“You really toned down just how obnoxious those people are.”, he noted, “I understand that you’re upset.”

“Oh, I am not upset. I am way past upset. I’m freaking miffed, that’s what I am.”

He gave a playful gasp. “Damn, not the m-word. - By the way, that girl hit on me the second you left the room.”

“Oh god, really?”, you scoffed.

“Yeah, apparently I’m on her list.” He put the last word in air quotes. “Like she can sleep with me and her fiancé would be fine with it.”

“Wooow, congratulations. Doesn’t that make you feel extra special.”, you said sarcastically.

“Absolutely.”

“Truly the bedrock of any good and healthy relationship.”

He chuckled under his breath. “I know, right? As if I’d ever want anyone else when I have you.”

A pause followed in which you were trying to find covert ways to push your face in the snow to cool it down and Kenma regretted ever learning to speak.

“Listen…”, he said after a minute or so, “why don’t we get out of here? You made an appearance, proved I’m real and now you can go enjoy your night. Maybe… maybe we can head to your place, get some pizza, and watch a bunch of those trashy Christmas rom-coms? I know Netflix is flooded with them right now.”

You stared at him for a moment, then squinted suspiciously. “I’m gonna yell at the TV, you know that.”

He smiled and his eyes softened.

“I’m counting on it.”

You looked down at your arm that was still gently pressed against his, thinking.

“Alright.”

“Alright?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I’m gonna go get your stuff then. - Here.”, he fished his keys from his pocket, “You can wait in the car, I won’t be long.”

You turned the keys over in your fingers as you watched him go, shaking your head in an attempt to smother the bubbling feelings in your chest. As you walked out towards the car, you tried to remember in what state you had left your living room when-

“Y/n?”

Very confused, you lifted your head and saw a young man standing a few meters away. He was maybe a head taller than you, broad shoulders were well hidden underneath a soft sweater and coat. Nothing about the man seemed familiar, not the glasses or the styled black hair. He must have noticed your confusion when he put a hand to his chest and said, “Izumo.”

Kenma was very glad that he wasn’t raised to be polite so he just gathered your purse, scarf, and jacket, said you both would be leaving, and closed the door behind him. Even though at most 20 minutes had passed since your arrival, it felt like you and he had stood by that window for hours watching the snow. He should tell you that he wasn’t over you.

He should tell you that he wouldn’t make the same mistakes again if you’d give him another chance.

He would ask you to take him back.

His steps lengthened at the thought of being back at your place, cozy on the couch and having an absolute ball listening to you rip the movies to shreds. Pulling his puffy parka tightly around him he hurried in the direction of his car and saw you talking to someone. At first, he was worried it would be another bully but then you laughed. His steps slowed.

N…no! He was not about to lose his opportunity to get you back to some random hunk with a sleeper build. Picking up the pace again, he thought hard about what to do. What happened next was not one of his proudest moments. Kenma came to a halt next to you, lay your jacket over your shoulders, and said, “Here you go, babe.”

“Oh, hey, you’re Kodzuken!”, the guy said and had the audacity to give him a genuine smile, “I’m a big fan! I’m glad to see you two are doing well. I wondered if you might have broken up because you haven’t posted about him in a while, Y/n.”

You laughed nervously.

“No, nothing like that.”, Kenma said, and, developing a life of its own, his arm naturally wrapped around your waist, “Everything’s great.”

“That’s what I thought.”, the guy said brightly, his eyes flitting momentarily to the mark on your neck and to Kenma he added, slightly flustered now, “You got yourself a good one.”

“Did you want something?”

“I- uhm.”, Izumo blinked, perplexed, “No, just catching up. But I see you’re on your way out. Have a good night you two. And Y/n, we should totally have coffee.” Kenma pulled you closer to him. “You know, when you have the time.”

Very glad his much-practiced glare was still hitting the mark, Izumo bowed to both of you and went inside.

Once in the car, Kenma looked at you, mentally preparing himself for a scolding but found you smirking and nodding your head.

“What?”, he asked.

“Nothing just…. Didn't have you being jealous on my bingo card this year. Interesting.”, you clicked your tongue in amusement, “Very interesting.”

“I wasn’t j-“

You met his eyes and cocked your brow.

He mumbled something and turned to focus on his steering wheel so you wouldn’t see the hue of pink blooming in his cheeks.

“Izumo was bullied in high school, too.”, you explained, “So he was one of the few people I got along with. We weren’t ever super close or anything but I’m glad he seems to be doing well.”

“Oh. Well… okay then.”

“So no need to be jealous, babe.”, you echoed his tone with the last word perfectly.

His face felt even warmer.

“In my defense, he looked like he was about to ask you out.”

“Uh huh.”, you became, if possible, even more smug and clicked your seatbelt into place, “I mean, could you blame him?”

It was remarkable how quickly your confidence bounced back by simply watching Kenma squirm for an answer.

art: 8.amidori_RN on Twitter

a/n: thank you so much to the anon for this absolutely juicy request. I hope you enjoyed it! And thank you everyone for waiting 🌱🌟

[cupiid-777]

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 (𝐂𝐚𝐥𝟐𝟐) - The virus in my post apocalyptic dr

Physical symptoms (before major infection): Muscle spasms, muscle cramps, skin sore outbreak, vomiting, fatigue & temperature fluctuation, a burning sensation in the skin, dulling of all senses. Psychological symptoms (before major infection): Confusion, despair, paranoia, irritability, visual hallucinations and loss of facial recognition.

Calculi Comosis from an evolved species of Ophiocordyceps unilateralis. This species takes control of a patients muscles, and driven to it's need to survive, makes said host eat and spread the virus to other living creatures. It is spread through fluids such as blood or saliva, and we have recently discovered that it is rapidly contagious if any fluid from an infected patient enters another. Often these symptoms may cause young people and senior citizens to pass away before the infection can fully spread due to a rapid overwhelm of one's immune system. From what our research can decifer this virus causes full loss of control over ones muscles and severe slowing of the heart rate. The virus creates and destroys blood cells continuously within the host. It is essential to note the infected seem to be fully conscious (See test subject 8 & 12) However they seem to follow in the ways of the victims ophiocordyceps unilateralis, their physical bodies controlled fully by the infection. So far, we have discovered two varients:

Chriekithuene varient (C1V) Physical symptoms: Seemingly unable to speak, uncontrollable hunger, seem to be relearning how to use their bodies, partial or full loss of sight, enhanced sense of smell, seizures, loss of brain functionality, and apparent enhanced form of muscle paralysis, severe internal bleeding.

Psycological symptoms: Unable to aquire information at this point.

Hypochrynkeite varient (H2V) Physical Symptoms: All symptoms of C1V, Decay in the skin, full loss of sight, hightened hearing, burning in the light, severe enhancement of speed, hunters, highly sensitive flesh.

Psychological symptoms: Extremely aggressive. AVOID AT ALL COSTS.

Currently, there is no known cure for Cal22

So I was gonna just do a normal intro for this dr... but then i found THIS from my notes 2 years ago.

NO this was not based of The Last of Us. I hadn't watched it at the time, we had learned about Ophiocordyceps unilateralis (that fungus that controls ants and small animals in the wilderness) in class and i thought it was fucking awesome and wrote a little story. Then realised it was already a thing in tlou. sorry for yapping, this still upsets me /lh

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ʚɞ  ~Blog Introduction Post~ ʚɞ  

Howdy there!! Ok. So. It’s been long enough. Probably should have done this earlier but here it is now!

Anyways, hello! You can call me Ves/Vesanal or some variant of that! I love to write and do art because I like to suffer creatively twice. I am getting back into writing after a while and I will be using this blog to share my works as they come along!! I have some projects I’m working on that I am very excited to share with y’all!! 

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→Here is some info about me:

I love love love making art and writing. Those are two of my greatest passions in life

Pronouns are She/Her

Plotter by heart, I cannot call a story finished if I do not know every minute detail. Quite overwhelming at times but I get by!

I am a stressed out college student who probably shouldn't be scrolling tumblr all day long but here I am. 

Computer Science/Math Major, I couldn’t decide on which subject to drain my soul from so I picked both. If I am a bit inactive at times it is due to this 

Love to yap and listen to certified yappers about fandoms and OC’s. Infodump about WIPs to me!!! I will gladly listen!!

Proud lesbian, and yes the lgbt girl in CS stereotype is alive and true. If you have a problem with this you are on the wrong website friend

Some of my favorite genres are Fantasy, Sci-Fi, and Drama. Gotta love TV shows and movies to absolutely nerd out over :D

The type of music I like is all over the place but mostly I stick to hard rock, heavy metal, and thrash metal (I would be more than happy to tell y'all about the bands and like and even recommend some)

My MBTI personality type is INTP-T

I am a complete Tumblr NOOB. Please bear with me here while i try to figure out the hellsite <3

My time zone is CST/CT (Central Time)

You can DM me anytime. Along with asks too, but please do not send me any promotions or begs for money. PLEASE. I have gotten a few of those recently and I just want to say that is not what my blog is for. Other than that, asks are completely open! If you have a question, please ask me!!! :) <3

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→Some of the wips of mine:

(There will be separate intro/masterposts for each of these when i get to them

The Bone-Binder’s Covenant 

(click link to see masterpost)

Basic Premise: The Bone-Binder has broken his promise with the land of Pytharios, and is now terrorizing the region to get what he wants. Chosen directly by the Queen, Aerlyra Ghorne–a promising yet incredibly unsure woman–is tasked to stop him for once and for all. With the help of her assigned crew and companions who join alongside her during the journey, she hopes to do just that. 

Tags: #The Bone-Binder’s Covenant or #TBBC

Genre: Dark Fantasy; Adventure

Status: Active (Somewhat done and planned, still getting a feel for everything, still brainstorming some ideas)

I will be adding more links as I post!!

We Die As One

(Adding masterpost soon)

Basic Premise: Tells the story from a series of ancient journals that are uncovered showing the events following up the total wipeout of all magic. The journal entries focus on a group of scrappy, young heroes who are on a mission against the world, and fail to stop the evils of the world from taking over. All that is left of them is the journals, leaving the ways of the past to be seen as a distant memory and an inspiration to the new generation, who see how the world came to what it has become.

Tags: #We Die As One or #WDAO

Genre: High Fantasy; Action-Adventure

Status: Active (ish, still in idea-phase)

I will be adding more links as I post!!

I still have more WIPS but those are secrets for later ;)

I’ll be posting mainly about my wips, ask games, the occasional art, and writing memes so stay if you are into that!! You can ask me questions any time, don’t be afraid to ask!

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This is a non-fandom related survey regarding how people of color feel about activism (specifically attending in-person rallies and protests) in our current climate:

Hello my loves! For the past few months I have been a part of the national 50501 movement that has been instrumental in planning the nationwide protests taking place all across America. Saturday's rallies topped more than 5 million people across the US, and we want the next one to be even bigger!

There have been questions raised recently about whether or not the organizers are reaching POC, or if the events feel unsafe or if POC feel the purpose of these rallies is not inclusive. I'd love to get a better idea of how folks feel about this!

For the purposes of this survey, I am speaking about the nationwide grassroots movements opposing the current administration's tactics including the violations of human rights and dignity, deportation of immigrants without due process, attacks on our LGBTQ communities, erasure of diversity initiatives, daily executive overreach and disregard of the United States Constitution. If you agree with the current administration, this survey is not intended for you.

Thank you for your time and your thoughts! Please pass this on for visibility, even if you're not a POC!

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Fandom New Year's resolutions...

I found myself thinking quite a lot about this fandom and my place in it over the holidays. It was already on my mind due to Faves Fest, and the hate anon I got on Christmas Eve and the general discussion on the confessions blog on whether shipping Wille/Felice was "allowed" made sure it remained there.

I've summarised some of my thoughts as resolutions concerning my presence in the fandom in 2025.

Keep writing and posting my "diabolical" and "deranged" thoughts here when I feel like it, and especially "dying on the hill of Henry and Walter's entirely made up relationship" on ao3. Sorry not sorry, anon. That's the corner of the YR sandbox that I have enjoyed playing in since August 2021, and I will keep playing until l run out of things to say or stories to write. .

Keep reblogging my friends' posts and posts by others interested in the non-Wilmon aspects of the show (when I come across them). Including gifsets etc! I'm not naturally great at paying attention to those because I'm more of a text post person, but they still deserve to be seen by as many people as possible. .

Spend less time scrolling tumblr as a whole. It takes far too much energy and headache-free time away from fic writing and keeping up with my friends. .

Make a safe and comfortable space for my more personal posts. Frankly, the haters scrolling my blog feels similar to that one time when someone broke into our basement storage and tried on some of my old jackets, leaving them in a bundle on the floor with the sleeves turned inside out. I washed them, but they all went to goodwill because I didn't feel comfortable wearing them anymore. In the same spirit, I've taken all personal posts except my intro off this blog and reblogged them to a new one that is currently set to private. When it's ready, I will make a separate post asking if anyone wants to follow me there. .

No longer allow anons. I have wanted to keep them on in the past to provide a forum for thoughts that people might be too shy to express on their own blog, such as the Stedrika debate a while back and some past anons about August's ED and accountability, but I'm done risking hate for it. If you want to discuss something with me, you are always welcome to do so in your own name. Whether in agreement or mutually respectful disagreement! .

Radically accept the state of the fandom at large: interest in our corner of the sandbox is what it is. My friend and I had made some plans to liven things up, but after recent events, I'm backing out. I don't want to spend my remaining time in the fandom feeling demoralised; I want to focus on what I enjoy. At the risk of sounding like an obnoxious brag, I can look back on my past contributions to the non-Wilmon corner with pride. Countless people have told me it was my longfic that got them interested and invested in Henry as a character, and it also started the Walty ship that has since become a fandom staple! (Receipts: my fic was the first one from Henry's POV, I added the Henry/Walter tag on ao3, and my readers coined the ship name. The fic was quite popular in its heyday, with 700 to 1,200 reads per chapter. It's still the fourth-most commented fic in the fandom, the most kudo'ed fic with a non-Wilmon focus [although Wilmon do feature prominently as side characters], and the 116th most kudo'ed out of the total 5,880 YR fics on ao3.) But the time for that has been over for a while now. Interest in non-Wilmon aspects and characters, which was always remarkably low, has waned as the people in the fandom have changed and new seasons have been added to the canon. Which is perfectly fine; everyone enjoys the show in their own way! Live and let live. Except... Even that seems to be a controversial opinion nowadays. The sad fact is that weirdly puritanical, fundamentalist sentiment has gained more and more ground in this fandom as time has gone by. There are people who feel the need to police others' shipping, opinions, and interpretations of canon. People who see all characters who either stand in Wilmon's way or represent the establishment that Wille is meant to break free from as rotten and unworthy of further exploration, and by extension, the fans who still want to explore them as morally dubious. People who see themselves as righteous warriors and anonymous hate mail to their "fandom adversaries" as a force for good. I never thought back when I was posting my longfic that I would one day be sent hate on Christmas Eve for making an analysis post about Henry and Simon's dynamic for an event that was meant to be about celebrating your fandom faves. Or that I would dread to publish said hate anon, because I was afraid people would either agree with it or more likely ignore it. But here we are. To reiterate, I'm not going anywhere. I'm just going to focus on enjoying my corner rather than trying to wave people over. .

Thanks for reading!

[grapejuicebluesx]

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In a surprising turn of events, music sensation Harry Styles was recently spotted enjoying a cozy dinner date with none other than Taylor Swift's best friend, Y/N Y/L/N. The sighting has ignited a frenzy of speculation and excitement among fans, who are eagerly speculating about the potential new romance brewing in Styles' life.

The One Direction heartthrob and A-List actress were seen stepping out together for an intimate dinner at a trendy restaurant in Los Angeles. The duo appeared to be engrossed in each other's company, laughing and sharing animated conversations throughout the evening.

Harry Styles, known for his charismatic personality and magnetic stage presence, has had his fair share of high-profile romances in the past. However, this recent sighting has raised eyebrows due to the association with Taylor Swift, who is not only a global superstar but also an ex-girlfriend of Styles.

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Neither Harry Styles nor Y/N Y/L/N has made any public statements regarding their relationship. It remains to be seen whether this dinner date was merely a friendly outing or the beginning of a romantic journey. Fans and followers will undoubtedly be eagerly watching for any updates or confirmation from the parties involved.

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Stay tuned for more updates on Harry Styles, Taylor Swift, and their entwined personal lives, as the world eagerly anticipates the next chapter in their captivating journey.

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[imaginesbymk]

/ LUCID WAVE /

Jones, an aimless businessman, purchases a program called LUCID WAVE that records your dreams via microchip for you to replay them on desktop. Convincing himself that his dreams are foretelling his future, it starts to grow into an addiction when he goes premium and alters his recordings into cinematic experiences, neglecting his priorities.

TRIGGER WARNINGS - death, some swearing

AUTHOR'S NOTE - this was my midterm assignment for my Creative Writing elective in my final year of college, Feb 2024, however this version is longer and I tweaked more things. My goal was to initially write a genre fiction that the reader could look over the first couple paragraphs and go, “This would make a really good Black Mirror episode.” Pls give it a like, reblog + feedback !

AS OF THIS MONTH + MOVING FORWARD I AM ABOUT TO DROWN IN BILLS - I WILL BE MOVING OUT DUE TO RENT ISSUES, SO POSTING MY ORIGINAL WORK TO PROMOTE MY WRITING COMMS IS EFFECTIVE. NO PRESSURE BUT PLEASE COMMISSION ME <333 SHARING THE LINK AND REBLOGGING IS GREATLY APPRECIATED

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As soon as I woke up, I took two steps to my computer and sat down. I learned by now to wait at least four seconds for the logo to disappear, then, by muscle memory, click the X of the popup that makes its presence on my screen. This occurs as soon as the microchip was inserted. I logged in with my Face ID. Error. 

I blink my eyes a bit to wake myself up. Then I logged in again. Error.

“Jesus Christ.” I finger comb the knots out of my hair, leaned back in my chair, and stared blankly into the camera for a second attempt scan. The robotic-like voice chirped through the speaker.

“Welcome, Jones!”

“Shut up.” I pressed the X on the next ad then headed straight to the top left hand corner to make a new Dream Pod.

The left hand side showed the sidebar of my documents saved, a quarter of my recorded dreams were used as live wallpapers for my PC.

White or blue-white skies in my dreams are common when I go to sleep after drinking. I went to bed after downing five shots with Romus then collapsed in my bed, dropping my microchip on the ground and finally dabbing the gel on my temple. The microchip beeped and I blacked out.

There were times where I passed out in my bed or my couch, completely forgetting to apply the gel and microchip to record my dreams. On such slip ups, I end up having the most eventful dream or nightmare. LUCID WAVE won't generate a cinematic experience for you. Those were frustrating.

Today is casual.

I journal the title, DREAM 47, and hit PLAY, sipping my cold, unfinished coffee from yesterday. 

I couldn't look up on my dreams so I couldn't make out the colour of the sky, or if there were skies in my dream. Ahead of my point of view I was riding a skateboard, however. I have never skateboarded in my life, not even as a young boy. Too many injuries happen when you’re basking in the great outdoors. The visuals on the screen were blurred, but I paused the playback and adjusted the quality. I hop off the skateboard and it rolls away into the bushes - something I would have done if I felt impending doom of a knee scrap. In my point of view, I couldn’t tell if I was even wearing a helmet riding this skateboard. 

A boy in a sticker-patched helmet who looked to be at least twelve ran up to me, his voice echoing like tunnel vision. His speech was inaudible, but I could read his lips. “Hang in there, Jones.”

“Huh?” I hear my dream-voice mutter.

The kid scoots past me to skate down the bowl. 

I immediately recognized the boy to be one of the neighbourhood kids that recently adopted his pet hamster. What was he doing in my dream? Whatever. He's an alright kid, never came across as bratty.

The next frame showed someone handing me a bowl of lightsticks people wear around themselves at raves. Raves make me ill.

The person who handed me the bowl of lightsticks nods at me. It wasn’t anybody I recognized in particular.

Someone calls my name through the music and I spin to my right and wave at… the high school valedictorian from ‘94, who was now apparently a hot–shot chief social media officer for LUCID WAVE. 

“How’s the job hunting?” Saul yells over the rave. 

Dream-me scoffs.

But then the blinding neon lights and the stage stripped apart. Saul wasn’t beside me anymore, and the ravers were all gone. The grass was gone. The music ceased. Now it got dark. I was lying in bed. I muttered under my breath as I tried to switch the filter to make it back in colour, but it turned out to be the filter in itself. The abruption was in a grayscale filter, almost too saturated and blotchy that it looked like a silent film.

From the corner of my screen, a humanoid hung upside down from my ceiling.

This was what I was waiting for while I was conscious in my sleep. I remembered it so well. Last night I was having mild dreams, then it crept into sleeping paralysis.

The humanoid blinks then crab-walks over to my side of the bed. I laugh in excitement as I quickly cropped the 5 second frame of the humanoid in my dark room and saved it as a sidepod, coining it “UNTITLED 1920s SHORT HORROR FILM."

After I hit save, the screen dims. Would you like to continue to third visual? The screen asked me. I click YES.

Third dream, I was in some sort of banquet hall with a bunch of people, and I seemed to have time travelled. Everyone’s too cyperpunk. Their appearances made them seem like it was wrong to consider them humans anymore. I was the only one in the room without any sort of body modifications done on me.

Over time, I noticed a pattern. Each dream that had to do with my personal life lasted an hour. Each dream that had to do with my career lasted twenty minutes less. Any other dream that was just unhinged and random, if I was riding a giant cow in Southcentral L.A wearing a divesuit, it would be no less than ten minutes. 

Another thing I noticed, my dreams since Night 1 were not in chronological order, which makes my job harder. 

Third dream was queued. 

I checked the features of the third dream. It lasted a bit and it occurred around 4AM, this dream was not what I remembered compared to the skateboard and cyborg meeting. 

Time check. 07:28AM. LUCID WAVE played another unskippable ad and I blew cold air in my mug. As I sipped slowly, I realized it was still the cold coffee I never finished the other day, so I began to pour it down my system. The ad ends and the visual comes to view. My fingers press the mouse, proceeding to edit the next scenes of my “dream movie", when I nearly spilled cold, leftover dark coffee onto my lap.

It captured it so slowly that I was so sure a man in a black suit was speaking into a microphone. His smile was big with tears of joy in his eyes. He was giving a speech to me and whoever was beside me. When I turned to my right, a woman in white appeared, holding my hand. I felt a surge of warmth when the pixels clear up a bit to accentuate her smile. She was beautiful. I have never seen her before, but I felt as though I knew her my whole life.

The man in the black suit giving his speech raised his champagne glass in the air, “Y’all, I can only say so much but my speech is slurred. I’m ending the speech there.” A roar of cheers and hollers erupt in the background. “To the bride and groom-”

In a split second, the screen began to glitch and I let out a cry of despair and irritation. I helplessly stare at the program crashing on me.

WE ARE CURRENTLY EXPERIENCING A LUCID WAVE OUTAGE DUE TO HIGH TRAFFIC. TOO MANY MOVIEZ FOR THE SNOOZIES. WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK! REFRESH OR CHECK BACK IN A BIT! 🛌🌙💤

I let out another yell. If I paid premium, my user would be prioritized during the outage and I'd be back to viewing and editing within five minutes. The longest I waited for the piece of shit to light back up was a whole day. When I couldn't wait any longer, I took a nap in the middle of the day, foolishly forgetting to apply the sticky gel on my temple for the microchip to capture my dream of me meeting my favourite Twitch streamer.

As I waited, it dawned on me like the sun that was rising above the buildings just now. This was yet another piece of evidence of my theory, that I could be making money off of, but all I could do first was dissociate in my seat. LUCID WAVE is a menace if it’s just faulty wiring, but I hope I’m wrong about that. 

My expression darkens. DREAM 47 was significant today, but not because of sleep paralysis. I've gone nuts about this, but something in my gut tells me that I'm dreaming of my future. The beautiful bride in my dream smiled at me like I had hung the moon, and I am aching to find out more about her.

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Romus arrived. I winced as I handed the package and remote to Romus. “It’s all yours.”

“It’s rare nowadays to give up a hologram projector,” he says. “Now, be straight with me. Are you sure you want to give this away?”

“I’m nearing nine-hundred bucks to pay LUCID WAVE premium.”

Romus chuckles lightly. “God, not that stupid iMovie app for sleep.”

“You’ve read the reviews, right?” I counted the wad of cash he handed me. I mentally counted three-hundred dollars to add to my first making of six-hundred after selling some old clothes and my massage chair. “One guy made his into a manga series on his social media. I sent him an email asking what program he used to make for his–”

“Can I borrow your car?” Romus cuts me off. “Just a quick beer run. I’ll be fast.”

“I sold my car.”

Romus blinked. Before he could question me on it, I ushered him out of my apartment so he could figure it out on his own. 

I sigh in relief, stuffing the nine-hundred dollars all together and stashing it safely in a manila envelope. I withdrew everything at the bank the next day and avoided the bank teller’s inquiry about the 200 credit card debt from last autumn. I clicked the GO PREMIUM WITH LUCID WAVE+ option at the side of the screen as soon as I raced back to my condo. 

The little comment flew up on screen when the cursor hovered over the option. 

GO PREMIUM WITH LUCID WAVE+ Unlock special editing tools Skip the ads Skip the waiting room of WAVES (LUCID WAVE users) during outages Access community discussions on dream interpretations Sleep aid which includes ASMR, ambiance, relaxing music and meditation! 

As soon as I continued to sign up for premium, my heart sank. It was a $999.99 monthly prescription. I was short on $99.99. I buried my head in my hands, knowing that my mysterious bride in DREAM 47 was still blurred out in the playbacks, and being short on a hundred dollars tore me apart. I am almost certain I am seeing the future before my eyes on my recorded dreams, of my life when I’m in my mid 30s, married and more alarmingly extroverted than I could ever imagine myself being. I’m seeing a version of myself that I don’t recognize at all. It’s a sheer distortion, but in this dream, as well as the collection of others, it’s my ideal life. 

That was when I looked down at my Rolex that cost me the electrical bill wrapped around my wrist…

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In DREAM 39, I was an intern for my former job’s rival company and it was a higher pay than my last job. I finally knew what was going on with the clarity enhanced with the premium effects.

My beloved Rolex was gone. I’m glad I sold it to someone who had half his hair dyed red, otherwise I wouldn’t have known that the woman in my dream, a glimpse of my future, destiny, whatever I should call it, is named Cynthia and she is my wife. That dawned on me for the rest of the evening as I downed my beer that Romus shared from his run. The new features during playback allows me to adjust the blurriness of the wedding reception and my best man’s speech. It wasn’t Romus. 

I didn’t sleep. Rent was due in a few days. I submitted the transaction on my phone with half of my severance pay before opening LUCID WAVE. The mental note I made that I was down to $60 in my savings left my mind immediately when I unclipped the microchip from my temple and plugged it in, feeling the oiliness of the device on my fingertips. I made a mental note to buy cleanser.

Four seconds. The LUCID WAVE logo to disappear and it took me straight to the homepage without X-ing off popups on gambling Casino apps.

I grabbed the eye drops from the pencil cup and shook it before squeezing two drops in my left eye. Then I made a blank face and stared into the camera, trying to log in.

“Welcome, Jones!”

I headed straight to the top left hand corner to review the rough cuts from DREAM 39-47. For three weeks, I went straight to work like an editor in post-production of a high-grossing film. A month's worth of dozens of dreams I collected from night and midday naps...

Cynthia and I were married in my dreams. Putting all the pods together and splitting some frames apart felt like finishing a puzzle. Cynthia was beautiful. The clarity settings on LUCID WAVE+ emphasized her boasting smile. When we walked on the beach in DREAM 48 on our honeymoon, I felt like we were floating in mid-air that caused abruption of our footprints in the sand.

My honeymoon dream was saved into a film: "CYNTHIA."

Romus calls me at around 7am as I adjusted the volume of last night's REM. DREAM 113. “Yeah?” I put Romus on speaker.

“You are full of shit,” He says.

“Look who’s talking,” I chuckle lightly, hovering my mouse to the end of the playback, and lowered the clarity of the sun shining in my dream so I could see Cynthia yelling at me about something I couldn’t fathom. Cynthia points at me in first person point of view as Dream!Me argued back while looking back and forth at the road.

“Jones?” Romus yells over the other line. “JONES!”

“Yes, I’m still here.”

“Jones! What is happening to you?” Romus exclaims.

I blink in surprise. Romus and I insult each other playfully, but I could tell this was different, just by hearing his voice this early in the day. Though I couldn’t place the last time we were together, confusion washed over me. Did I do something wrong?

A slight pause. “Huh?”

“Remember when you said you’d make it to my AirBnb?” 

My heart sank, reading the date on my dekstop. Romus turned 27 two days ago.

“Romus, I am so sorry–” I plead as Cynthia continued yelling at me in DREAM 113, or DREAM 39, whichever sidepod it was I was editing into a film, tears pouring down her face. The audio like a faint echo, and that was why I couldn’t hear anything. I pressed several buttons and amplified the speakers.

“Screw you.”

“I’m so sorry about missing your birthday,” I said. “I was caught up with my own shit that I just forgot.”

“What own shit? You’re not even working!” Romus yells again. 

I was too far gone, but DREAM 113 intrigued me. My heart sank even deeper as the playback went to its last minute and Cynthia was inaudibly yelling at me. I kept playing around with the editing tools for the audio to reset.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see that Romus was still on the phone, yelling at me, but I couldn't hear him. I tuned him out. I turn my full attention back to Cynthia. Why was Cynthia yelling at me? Why was she crying?

“You know what your deal is, asshead?” Romus scoffs. “It’s that goddamn dream-maker thing. You missed my birthday, Jones. My birthday and my Dad’s funeral. That shit has got to go, man. You’re still at home doing nothing but staring at a blue screen until you turn blind!”

“Romus, I’m hanging up.”

“If you hang up, I am no longer your friend,” Romus warns. “You will never see or hear from me ever again.”

“I’ll live,” I snap.

“How can you live with the fact that you pawned your great uncle’s Medal of Honour?!”

“I needed money, Romus.”

“Then get a job!” My eyes rolled at his response. He yells again, “I work at a sketchy bodega! You have a f–cking marketing degree! I’ve referred you to my sister’s manager and she never heard back from you! Guess when that happened? Last week!”

“I needed to see Cynthia!” I mutter. 

“Cynthia isn’t real!” Romus screams. “Your dreams are not real! That dream program is lying to you! Your brain is melting because of that thing! Cynthia isn’t REAL—-!”

A scream rings out of my vocal cords as I watched in my dream point of view, Cynthia’s head slamming into the windshield after the black pickup truck collided into us at the front of my car. I jumped back, falling out of my chair and landing on the floor, taking the chair down with me. 

My ears began to ring and Romus’s calls from my phone echoed away until it became nothing but incoherent sounds. Romus finally hangs up.

My eyes blurred until a tear ran down my cheek in the same pace as sweat trickled down my temple, wiping the stain of the microchip. 

Cynthia’s eyes glazed at me as we laid in my car flipped over to the side of the road. Her eyes stay opened for a long time until she took her last breath right in front of me.

The playback ended, but now my screen was blurred.

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[yourlocalxiaosimp]

Due to recent events, I feel like now would be a good time to set a few boundaries.

General boundaries

- no asks for money/go fund me asks. I’m tight on money and they make me uncomfortable

- Requesting drawings of ocs is fine

- I will not draw any irl people, but you can request a persona (a you-adjacent character)

- Please don’t send any chain asks. They feel a bit pressuring

- No assholery (homophobia, transphobia, aphobia, racism, sexism, etc.) will be tolerated. You will be blocked.

^this does not include making fun of assholes cuz that’s funny

- Asks about my ocs are very welcome, and in fact encouraged

- venting is a-okay, sometimes you just gotta tell someone :)

- this isn’t exactly a boundary, but please bear with me if it takes a while for me to understand what you’re asking me

- NO NSFW! Swearing and fictional blood is fine but besides that GET OUTTA HERE

Apparently I need to add a direct message section to this

-everything mentioned above

-I would prefer it if we’d have interacted at least a bit before you direct message me

-I don’t mean to like an asshole, but please don’t ask me for help with extreme issues. I’m barely an adult; I cannot help you.

-^this doesn’t mean you can’t ask me for advice. Do know that I’m not the most skilled in advice giving

Uhm. New section! IF I HAVE NEVER TALKED TO YOU DON’T TAG ME IN SHIT. IT’S CONFUSING, SLIGHTLY WEIRD, AND MAKES ME VERY UNCOMFORTABLE. (at least interact with one of my posts first)

This post will be added onto as I figure what I am and am not comfortable with.

[ingravinoveritas]

Did you see this picture yet? The first thing I realized was Michael's hand on David's back and their lovely smiles.

Hello! Yes, I did certainly see this group picture that was posted this morning, after every other picture had been posted. This is from Georgia's Insta, so for those who haven't seen the original post, here is a screenshot, along with a close-up of Michael and David, so we can see a little better:

It seems that Georgia's hashtag has been causing some confusion due to her use of an idiomatic expression, so for non-native speakers, the word "tits" has multiple meanings--colloquially, it's another word for breasts, but in British slang, a "tit" also refers to someone who is a fool or an idiot. So Georgia is saying here that she has tits, Anna has tits, and Michael and David are a pair of "tits" (idiots), which gives us the number three.

I did notice and enjoy that there is a "beading" theme to this picture, between David's suit and Anna's dress. I actually very much like her dress and how flattering it is, and it's something I would wear myself, although probably in a different color than white. I also love the way David's jacket sparkles, and there is something about him wearing it while standing next to Michael (who looks one box of bleach away from Aziraphale) that makes it have even more of a "the angel and the Starmaker" vibe to it. Because it's them. You know?

That was a large part of the impression I had of this picture, as it were. Of there being two distinct couples here, but perhaps not the couples you'd assume. It actually reminds me a lot of the picture that the four of them took in Lapland last year, which also looked like two gay couples rather than two straight ones. They all seem to look very comfortable in this arrangement as well, in a way that I felt was somewhat absent from a few of the pictures that were posted yesterday.

To your point, though, I did notice Michael's hand on David, and the warmth that radiated out just from that single touch. His hand is also noticeably low on David's waist, which echoes how we've seen Michael with his arm around David in the past, and is a lovely complement to David's hand being near Michael's neck. Michael's hair is also a bit disheveled compared to the red carpet photos, and I love the idea of it being messed up from a snogging session he and David were having in a coat closet before the girls pulled them out for a pic. Actually possible? Maybe, maybe not. But it's still a delicious thought.

Another thing I noticed is that there is something to the way Michael and David draw the eye in this picture. Georgia and AL are posing/smiling in the same exact way they do in every group picture...although unlike the others, this one wasn't a selfie, and so I wonder if that could be why they seem to be giving off a sense of discomfort to the camera. With Michael and David, the feeling is more one of hesitation. The warmth and crackliness and connection is still there, of course, but it's also almost as if they're holding back, somehow. Which doesn't seem very much like them, at least from what we've all see over the years.

It is a nice picture overall, though, which makes it unfortunate that Georgia's caption sort of takes away from the moment a bit. And given that she's been in the habit of adding these types of cutting comments/tags to a lot of her recent posts, it feels less like "British humor" and more like knowingly taking a dig at Michael and David. She could have just as easily posted the group pic without the hashtag, so at least for me, that's what makes her using it feel so deliberate.

So those are my thoughts on the Oliviers group picture. I am glad that we actually did get one of Michael and David, and to know that they did have the chance to interact at the event. I'd love to hear what other folks think as well, so feel free to add your perspective in the comments. Thanks for writing in! x

[finickyfelix]

Seven Line Tags:

I have let so many various seven line tags pile up, so let's try to get several down in one go. This week I was tagged in a Seven Sentence Sunday tag by @the-golden-comet and a Heads Up Seven Up tag by @melpomene-grey, and last week I was tagged in Seven Sentence Sunday tags by @theink-stainedfolk and @drchenquill. Thanks for the tags, everyone! I'm sure I have even more from before then as well, but I'm not scrolling back that far.

I can't show most of my most interesting recent writing due to everything cool being a spoiler, but here, have the last seven sentences I wrote, they're not too spoilery.

The day had been unimaginably long for your short life, the events of many days crammed into the span of one.

For a while you simply lay there in the dark, mind swimming with thoughts you couldn't articulate, still holding in your arms the man who had done so much to you. His breathing was even, quiet, strangely peaceful. You couldn't see his face in the dark, but you imagined it, as calm and as peaceful as his breathing. You had seen him calm many times, the majority of the times you'd seen him in fact, but never peaceful. You didn't think that he was capable of being at peace, especially after what you'd learned today. He probably wasn't at peace now, either, just so deeply asleep and exhausted that his slow breathing crudely mimicked peacefulness.

Tagging my tag list, who are below the cut, as well as open tag for anyone else who wants to show me seven sentences!

Hello tag list! Sorry for probably tagging you all too much recently; please remember you can always ask to be removed at any time and I will not have any hard feelings over it. @the-letterbox-archives, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @the-scaredy-crow, @tragedycoded, @drchenquill*, @fifis-corner, @melpomene-grey*, and @cedar-sunshine

(* you don't have to do it, since you tagged me.)

As always, please let me know if you'd like to be added to or removed from my tag list. Especially please ask if you'd like to be removed; I am so scared of annoying people.

[eretzyisrael]

by Canaan Lidor

Mervyn Kersh, a Jewish Londoner and D-Day veteran who turned 100 on Dec. 20, has lived through some of modern history’s most tumultuous chapters.

But the events of recent months have stirred fears in Kersh unlike anything that he has felt since he stormed the Normandy beaches 80 years ago, Kersh told JNS in several interviews in the last few months.

Fears for the destruction of Israel—a place this British patriot also calls home—and about antisemitism on display in his native England.

Kersh, who fought with the British Army during the Allied invasion of Nazi-occupied France, now fears both for the safety of the Jewish state and for that of Jews in the United Kingdom. (He celebrated his 100th birthday with family in London.)

Looking back on his role in helping liberate Western Europe, Kersh has mixed feelings, not about the bravery of his comrades or the necessity of the war but about whether the sacrifices he and others made still hold the value they intended.

“I thought what we did was worth it,” he told JNS. “I have my doubts now.”

The Hamas-led terrorist attacks in southern Israel on Oct. 7, 2023, which Kersh calls his “first home” even though he has never lived there, and the resurgence of Jew-hatred in Europe and beyond have left him questioning whether his generation’s hard-fought victories have been eroded.

“Our politicians are repeating the same cowardly lack of military action as those politicians did in the mid-1930s,” Kersh said about the British position on Israel’s fight against its enemies. “All words but no action while the enemy was still relatively weak.”

The recent decision by French officials to honor Gaza Strip journalist Motaz Azaiza during the D-Day anniversary events, which Kersh attended in France in June, added to Kersh’s disappointment.

Azaiza, who has accused the Jewish state of “genocide” and justified Hamas’s actions, received Normandy’s Prize of Liberty. That included a $27,000 award, but it was mostly the symbolic weight of the recognition that angered Kersh.

‘We became occupiers, victors’

This frustration is just part of Kersh’s broader unease. Rising Jew-hatred, both in Europe and internationally, has cast a shadow over his belief in the progress made since World War II.

“I thought life in the U.K. and Europe was pretty good for a long time,” Kersh said. “But since October, it’s really changed. The way so many have jumped to attack Israel—verbally, physically or financially—has me deeply worried.”

Kersh’s connection to Israel and his Jewish identity runs deep, dating back to his youth. Born to “British, British, British Jews,” Kersh grew up in London during a time of rising antisemitism. 

Bullied for being Jewish, he learned to box to defend himself. By the time he joined the British Army, he was unflinchingly open about his faith, even wearing a dog tag identifying him as Jewish despite the risk if the Nazis had captured him.

Kersh told JNS that he knew “plenty” of Jewish young men who wrote “CofE,” for Church of England, on their dog tags.

“I kept mine as ‘Jew,’” he said.

During the Normandy campaign, Kersh took pride in his dual identity. “I was a British soldier but more importantly, I said I was a Jewish soldier,” he said. 

When his unit entered Germany, one of his first stops was Bergen-Belsen, the concentration camp where tens of thousands of Jews, including Anne Frank, perished.

He could not enter the camp due to a typhus outbreak, but Kersh met survivors who reinforced his connection to the Jewish homeland. “Every one of them, except one, wanted to get to Eretz Yisrael,” he said, using the Hebrew for the “Land of Israel.”

Kersh’s visits to pre-state Israel in 1946, while still in the British army, cemented this bond. His pride in his Jewish identity has been a constant throughout his life, even during moments of danger, he told JNS.

“I enjoyed telling German prisoners of war that I was Jewish,” he said, of his encounters during the war.

Reflecting on his wartime experience, Kersh spoke of a shift in perspective as the Allies advanced. In France, Belgium and the Netherlands, he felt solidarity with the people he helped liberate. But crossing into Germany brought a sense of justice.

“We became occupiers, victors. That made a big difference,” he said. “Liberating the French, Belgians and Dutch felt good. But defeating Germany—that had to be done.”

Nearly eight decades later, Kersh fears the world is losing sight of the lessons of history. As antisemitic rhetoric and violence surge, he sees parallels to the threats his generation fought to overcome.

“Israel is again facing a Nazi enemy, only this time by another name,” Kersh said, of jihadist terrorists.

Kersh’s perspective is informed by decades of covering Jewish community and general current affairs as a journalist. 

Before his retirement, Kersh had worked as news editor for the now-defunct South African Jewish Herald and as the writer of Kersh’s Corner, a column in a regional paper in Manchester and Liverpool. He also ran a small printing shop business and wrote a study of the events of the Torah and early Prophets, until  the death of King Saul.

Despite his current concerns about Jew-hatred, Kersh draws hope from the Jewish people’s resilience.

“We’ve been through so much, all the way back to Abraham, the fighting Jew,” he told JNS.

[kaiowut99]

Duel Links Re-Translation Mod Project (Announcement post I guess?) - Dark Yugi In-Duel Line Re-Translation Test (WIP)

(Alternate project tagline: #LetYubelSayLove)

(Forgive some video stuttering, my Nvidia game recording thing was a bit buggy 😩)

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So. For the longest, I've been hella curious to figure out where the text for Duel Links is in the file assets, the in-duel lines in particular--as I'm sure most folks know, the English dubtitle text applied for the English dialogue is, nine times out of ten, inaccurate or decently simplified vs the Japanese audio played on the same line, and it's a bit wild that we still don't have a second English option for a more faithful take this long after Konami gave us the Japanese voices natively on Steam and made modding the game to get them a thing of the past. But for all my occasional searching through the files, I had little luck due to encryption and junk; at some point in September, I got curious and did more digging and was able to find some card text, at least, but nowhere near as much as is in the game now, and still no dialogue lines.

And then, 2-3 weeks ago, I saw that Aura (Octomaidly over on Twitter, part of @entamesubs handling Studio Bridge-era YGO fansubs for SEVENS+) had been working with a couple of folks to decrypt and re-translate the in-duel lines for SEVENS characters and came across her video on Twitter sharing her progress; I immediately reached out to find out how they're doing it and mentioned how I'd like to try and re-translate pre-SEVENS stuff, lol. (You can watch her latest video demoing her re-translation for GO RUSH world here; find her work as it develops on the NexusMods page for it.)

After connecting with Aura and the folks helping her and getting set up to work on things, I set up a quick re-translation for Dark Yugi's lines, had it all imported for a test-run, and recorded this demo test vs Kaiba to see 'em in action; I did fix a few things since recording this, like some line breaks here/there, but also fixed the one mention of "Dark Magician" in the cut-in shot since this was a test of my OCG-name translation (more on that below) and thus "Black Magician" should've been there--but all told, it looks pretty good overall!

All that to say that this is now another lil' project on my list 😅 It's very cool that this is finally doable and I'm looking forward to working with Aura and co to make it happen--though do note that it'll be at a bit of a slower pace since work on my finalized GX subs (currently revision work on 117-119 is underway) and Tag Force Special is a bit higher priority. That said, the nice thing is that working on in-duel lines in TFSP kinda does half my work for me here, lol; maybe half of Dark Yugi's lines, for example, are recycled verbatim from TFSP--the only difference being that Shunsuke Kazama is actually voicing him--with the rest being lines newly added for him in DL, from lines for dueling other characters to cards he didn't have lines for in TFSP, and this should be the case across the board for anyone who showed up in TF[SP].

My intention is also to work on two translations: one with OCG card names and one with the TCG names, as we're doing with TFSP, and I'll be starting this off by working on the first five characters from each series that appeared in TFSP, since that's how I'm working on the story events there (so for DM, working on Dark Yugi, Kaiba, Jounouchi, Ishizu, and Mai first), and then once done through VRAINS, that might probably be the first version of the mod I'd release. Or maybe I'll release a version as I get each set of five done; we'll see lol. I do plan to contribute my translations to Aura's project, as well. (Also we just recently dug up event dialogue text so those will be re-translatable, too; doing this for the older series' events that likely won't get reruns will at least be worth it since you can spend Gems to get those event scenes)

But overall, it's pretty encouraging--stay tuned!

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Prem Thakker at Zeteo:

Mahmoud Khalil, a Palestinian who helped lead negotiations between Columbia University and student protesters, had appealed to the school for protection from harassment and possibly Immigrations and Customs Enforcement agents one day before the Trump administration detained him on Saturday, emails obtained by Zeteo show. The most recent among the leaked messages was an email Khalil, a green card holder, sent to Columbia interim president Katrina Armstrong on March 7. “Since yesterday, I have been subjected to a vicious, coordinated, and dehumanizing doxxing campaign led by Columbia affiliates Shai Davidai and David Lederer who, among others, have labeled me a security threat and called for my deportation,” he began. “Their attacks have incited a wave of hate, including calls for my deportation and death threats. I have outlined the wider context below, yet Columbia has not provided any meaningful support or resources in response to this escalating threat,” he added. “I haven’t been able to sleep, fearing that ICE or a dangerous individual might come to my home. I urgently need legal support, and I urge you to intervene and provide the necessary protections to prevent further harm.”

The message was especially notable given several reports of ICE being spotted on campus throughout the week and Columbia’s own guidance published this weekend about “potential visits to campus” by ICE. In the memo, the school said faculty and staff “should not interfere” in “exigent circumstances” where ICE agents seek access to university buildings or people without a warrant. Columbia University and Lederer did not immediately respond to Zeteo’s requests for comment. Davidai, who had been suspended from campus last year over allegations he had harassed university staff, denied collaborating with the Trump administration to get Khalil deported. “Let me be absolutely clear: I have never had a direct line to the administration. Even if I did, I would never use such influence to target an individual. This is not who I am or what I stand for,” Davidai told Zeteo. “Like many, I’ve called out Khalil’s repeated legal violations and demanded accountability. But as I always remind my students, just because one event follows another doesn’t mean it caused it.” In online posts, Davidai had called Khalil a “terrorist supporter” and suggested he should be deported, tagging Secretary of State Marco Rubio. Khalil’s March 7 email came after an earlier Jan. 31 email he sent, in which he urged the school “to take immediate action to protect international students at Columbia facing severe and pervasive doxing, discriminatory harassment, and very possibly deportation in retaliation for the lawful exercising of their rights to freedom of speech, expression, and association…” Khalil cited a threatening post by the pro-Israel organization Betar in January. In the post, the group wrote that he said, “Zionists don’t deserve to live” – a statement Khalil “unequivocally” denied making in his email to university officials. Betar also wrote that ICE⁩ “is aware of his home address and whereabouts” and that they “have provided all his information to multiple contacts.” “He’s on our deport list!“ Betar added. [...]

Targeted Removal Before Arrest

On Thursday, March 6, Khalil emailed Gerald Lewis, the vice president of Columbia Public Safety, and cc’d Armstrong regarding the deactivation of his university ID. Khalil wrote that during a campus protest, he was approached by public safety staff who informed him his ID had been deactivated due to not being registered for classes this semester. “I am a recent alumnus, having graduated in December 2024, with my degree set to be conferred in May. By now, I believe you’ve confirmed that I entered the campus like any other Columbia affiliate, swiping my ID and showing it to security,” Khalil wrote. “I questioned why I was being singled out, as I am aware of other Columbia affiliates who were in similar situations and were not approached, despite being in close proximity to me at the time,” noting that the staff who approached were “well aware that I am a Palestinian national, as we have previously communicated and worked together to ensure safe campus protests.” “However, when I asked for clarification on how I was identified and why I was the only individual approached, they refused to provide any explanation,” Khalil wrote, questioning why he was the only individual targeted and who issued the instructions for the staff to approach and remove him from campus. Khalil wrote that the lack of a clear justification raised concerns for targeted discrimination.

Zeteo reported that Mahmoud Khalil sent an email to Columbia University’s VP of Public Safety Gerald Lewis and cc’d Interim President Katrina Armstrong about being the victim of harassment and doxxing from pro-Israel Apartheid fanatic Shai Davidai and his affiliates a day before his illegal arrest and detention by ICE.

[born-to-lose-writing]

No Road Romance – Chapter 5

Pairing: Roger Daltrey x reader

Summary: When you start going to The Who's shows, you regularly hook up with Roger, but after a while of being his groupie and a friend, you're beginning to think you like him more than that.

Tags: fluff, sexual references

Words: 1,115

A/N: This update is kinda late, but I promise I'm not abandoning it! Actually, I was thinking about the order of events so this will end up having twice as many chapters as originally planned!

Tag list: @slit-skirts

As the months passed, you developed a closer friendship with Roger and during many of your meetings you didn't have sex or even make out, which was unusual for you at first.

Once in the middle of the recording sessions of The Who Sell Out, he managed to get a day off and miraculously decided to spend it with you rather than unwind at his own home. While you had proposed to get his mind off work, you didn't get annoyed at him for talking about how stressed he was, among other reasons, due to the expectation to contribute his own songs.

“Last time I had to write one to get 500 quid in advance. I didn't think it would become a habit,” he groaned, tugging at his hair.

“I liked See My Way,” you remarked with a smile, sitting beside him on the edge of the bed.

Roger sat up. “Thank you, dear.”

You couldn't really help him with this specific issue, but you didn't feel like not writing a song for the album would be as huge of a deal as he thought. He had a unique voice and stage presence that could hardly be outweighed by the fact that he wasn't going to be one of the principal songwriters in the band. Still, you gladly listened and didn't play the problem down or give him unsolicited advice.

He sighed and looked into your eyes. You cupped his cheek and kissed him softly in reassurance. As usual, he immediately returned it, but this time he didn't deepen it, put his hands on your waist to bring you closer or make any advances otherwise.

You were so used to having sex when he was frustrated – even more so if he had been very busy recently to let off some steam – that this felt strange. For a moment, you thought he didn't want you anymore, but the warm look in his eyes when he pulled away told you that perhaps he just wasn't in the mood.

“Thank you for listening to my rambling, it means a lot,” he said sincerely, reaching up to wipe away a loose eyelash on the side of your nose. Then he held his pointer finger up in front of you, whispering, “Make a wish.”

You closed your eyes and after a few seconds of thinking carefully, you blew on it. Of course you weren't going to tell him what you had wished for, even if it involved him.

Following the conversation about his songwriting dilemma, the two of you baked shortbread fingers, which you were planning to take to the park for a picnic later.

It was your first time working in the kitchen together and you had to admit baking with him was much more fun and more productive than baking on your own. Once winter came around, you would have to invite him to make gingerbread if his schedule allowed for it.

Having fun in the kitchen didn't mean throwing the ingredients – though there was the obligatory flour dot on each other's noses – but the chatting and joking around as well as the spontaneous decision to make double the amount of biscuits and Roger's eagerness to roll the dough you were separating into smaller parts next to him.

While the trays were in the oven, Roger picked up a book from your shelf and sat on one of the chairs around your small table. “What are you reading?” you called from the sink, bending to try and catch a glimpse of the cover.

Grinning, he held the book up for you to read the title before placing it on the table again. Love Poem Collection. The poetry book he had bought for you a couple of months ago and which you had read through several times since then, even adding your thoughts on the side written in pencil.

You smiled and sat down across from him, leaning over to see on which page he was. He didn't let himself be bothered by that and continued reading without looking up before turning the book to read your annotations. At that, you sat back, mildly embarrassed.

You hadn't expected him to read it – or this book at all – so you had written down whatever had come to mind, thankfully staying vague enough, although you weren't sure what you had written in regard to this poem as it was one you found you related to quite well. It wasn't like you had scattered deep love confessions for Roger across the pages – you weren't in love with him anyway – but even your unrelated feelings were too personal in your opinion to let anyone read them.

When he had finished reading your additions, he slowly looked up and wordlessly smiled at you. Then, the timer rang and you turned off the stove, taking the first tray out. You took one of the shortbread fingers and walked over to Roger. “Open up,” you said and he took a bite, giving you a thumbs-up as he chewed.

After the biscuits had cooled down a little, you put them in jars and packed something to drink along with a blanket, which you put in the boot of Roger's car. You let him pick the location because you trusted his choices and you had already taken him to your favourite café last time you had met. Besides, he was busy and stressed enough at the moment, so he deserved to have a say in where he would spend his free day in between studio sessions and gigs.

The picnic was relaxing and to your surprise, barely anyone recognized him or if they did, they left him alone except for a sudden smile from afar. You absentmindedly picked some flowers around you and stuck them in Roger's hair behind his ears while he poured two glasses of wine. He grinned at the tickling feeling on his scalp and turned to face you with big eyes, making you giggle at the sight.

“Hold still, I'm taking a picture!” you exclaimed, rummaging through the bag to find your camera at the bottom. The different lengths of the pedicels and almost connecting blossoms in the centre with the afternoon sun shining through made it look like he had a halo. In conclusion, the perfect motive and you hoped it would have the same effect on film.

Roger kept smiling for long after you had taken the photo and asked, “Can I get a copy of that one?”

“Maybe,” you teased, only now realizing that you hadn't given him any of the other pictures you had of him. That could make for a proper, different kind of physical birthday present next year.

[metropolitankei]

In Crumbs and Time - Masterpost

This masterpost will contain full game + twohats spoilers. As more posts are uploaded, this post will be updated accordingly. At the time of posting this, 2 of these were uploaded to the site recently due to me forgetting to post them at the time.

This masterpost will be pinned to keep track, and ease of access!

Also, Asks are open for AU drawing requests and AU information, if you want to leave anything behind there! Whether it be a silly idea, or a genuine question, don't feel afraid to ask! I'd be happy to answer any questions or make silly lil drawings! You can even ask the ICAT characters questions, and I can answer those questions with said characters answering it. (finally decided to have this moved up here so it's not below the cut, and also added some stuff to it.)

Also if you want the content for any other AUs I've made, look here for: Shooting Star, @role-reversal-isat for Role Reversal AU

Other stuff that'll be linked here: My strawpage post, Commissions!

Main ICAT Info:

Designs, More designs, Sadnesses

Inclusion of canon ISAT events:

Glass Shard (Mind the CWs in the tags), They love you., A forgotten country, Seeing yourself, Broken, Failing, Rotting, Big Siffrin ref, About the Vanilla Kingdom (<- no art), Past VB and PPC (<- canon event under the cut for the post), Abnormality Dancin' Star Candy, Failed FriendQuests, Das Love Bop (<- Animation #3), Hey Astronaut (<- Animation #4), Oh, how greedy, Dreamcore (<- Animation #5), Abracadabra (<- Animation #7, only canon-inclusive stuff is the special skill portraits + Mira's DISAPPEAR)

Not necessarily canon to ISAT, but applies here:

Some more stuff, Loopception, Close call... right?, He's alright now, Mal du Pays posting, Euphrasie's shawl, Cookies for the road, Vanillian aging (<- no art), Vanilla Bean's Parents, Parental Reunion, Around the World (<- First AU anmiation!), Override (<- Animation #2), post-canon sloopis, Mother Mary, Destroy Me (<- Animation #6), A Parent's Worries

What if they were in Cookie Run Kingdom?:

Team Info!, Gacha Pull <- (style study), Memory of Friends <- (another style study)

Inclusion of canon Cookie Run characters:

BeastYeast <- first use of a canon Cookie Run character

Compilation of Inbox Answers/Doodles:

Asks: Sonic + Tails Cookie (don't take seriously), Cookie Earrings (has canon Cookie Run characters for examples), Clover Cookie

Doodles: Nighttime comfort

Other's Fanworks:

Nothing at the moment. Feel free to tag me if you end up posting any fanworks for this AU!