#and the actual queue posting should start tomorrow!

[kyouka-supremacy]

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[chaotic-on-main]

sky my lovely!!! first off congratulations you absolute sweetie pie!! so deserved and I cant wait to watch you grow more <3

second!! im sliding a $5 across the ice cream truck counter very suavely to order a pralines and cream with hot fudge (my absolute favorite!!) I'm thinking awkward unspoken feelings friends to lovers type thing?? like how long can we ignore that we woke up in each others arms??? AGH okay I love you mwah mwah thank you

Order up!! One pralines and cream with hot fudge for Mars!

Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event

☾ Pairings ➼ Megumi Fushiguro x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, expletives, one bed, friends to lovers (almost), modern au

☾ Author's Note ➼ Hi Mars!! Thank you so much for sending in a request! I may be a Levi girly, but I gotta admit I had a lot of fun writing this. I definitely did not start this at 2am and decided to stay up til 5am to finish it. I'm queueing this up though, worry not. Also I realized last minute you might have wanted more of the aftermath of waking up in each other's arms so if you would like a second part to this, please let me know?? I wouldn't mind, as I have something in mind that could work. But if I had continued, it would have easily been over 5k words and I need to work on other requests LMAO.

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.2k

It would figure with your shitty track record, everything and their mother would do anything in their power to stop you from reaching your destination – your hometown. Due to traffic, multiple car wrecks, and now what felt like the heaviest thunderstorm known to man – you find yourself sitting behind the wheel 9 hours into what should have been a 7 hour drive. And according to the GPS display on the dash, you’re still a couple hours away from where you’re supposed to be.

Your knuckles turn white as you grip the steering wheel in distress. The rain comes down in sheets, making the wipers work overtime just to give you a few seconds glimpse at the road ahead. You sat in silence because you had turned the radio off a few miles back so you could focus. A cough to your right startles you and it takes everything within you to not swerve off the road.

“Shit! Megumi, what the fuck.” You hiss, pressing your hand to your chest in a means to calm your beating heart.

“I just coughed, calm down.” Your black haired companion mumbles, rolling his eyes at you. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Well excuse me for trying to keep us alive. If you couldn’t tell, there’s a lot of shit happening outside.” You scowl. In your high-strung concentration, you completely forgot about your best friend sitting in the passenger seat. He’s the whole reason why you’re even going back home in the first place.

One of his friends from high school is getting married back in the hometown where you all grew up. You knew of this friend by association, but that was it. You didn’t even know Megumi back then, even though you went to the same school as him. You had actually met him at the local community college before both getting opportunities in the same city post-graduation. Now that you think back on it, Megumi has been your roommate for as long as you remember.

Maybe that’s why you felt the need to help him when his car decided to take a shit, offering to drive him at the very last minute. You suppose you could have let him just borrow your car, but you were persistent to drive him yourself. You told yourself it was to make sure your car got there and back in one piece. Part of you tells yourself you’re a liar.

Megumi calls your name.

“What?” You squint your eyes, as if that would help you see what was out the blurry windshield.

“Let’s just pull off and get a motel somewhere. This storm is not letting up and it’s already so late. You need a break.”

“I promised to get you there. So I’m doing that.” You frown at the possibility of failing him.

“You’re not breaking that promise by pulling off for the night. We’ll just get up early tomorrow and head straight there.” Megumi insists.

“We’re only a cou-“

“Pull off on the next exit or I’m grabbing the steering wheel from you.” He cuts in wryly.

“Then we’d both be dead, is that what you want?” He doesn’t say anything to that. When you take a second to glance over, you’re met with a slight scowl.

“Ugh, FINE.” You get into the left lane and slow down, waiting for the next exit to come up.

.

Fortunately for you two, there are plenty of places to stay in the little area you pull off into. Unfortunately, every place you call has no vacancies due to this time of year except for a dinky little motel way down the road. It wasn’t your first choice, and you had even offered to drive down to the next exit to find something else. Megumi points out the next exit wasn’t for another 30 miles, so the dinky little motel it was.

“If I get murdered in my sleep, I want you to know it was all your fault.” You mutter to Megumi as you rip open the office door, dripping wet from just a few seconds of being out in the pouring rain.

“You can stay in the car then. It’ll save you money.” He mumbles back quietly.

“Pft, whatever.” You turn your focus to the clerk sitting at the front desk, currently blowing bubbles with chewing gum and scrolling through her smartphone. She doesn’t look up.

“Uh- excuse me?” You call out. She still doesn’t acknowledge you or your friend.

Megumi goes up to the counter and slaps a hand down onto the linoleum covered counter. The clerk jumps up, eyes wide in shock. It takes a moment for her to register there are two customers waiting for her.

“Can I help you?” She says, her tone drenched with boredom.

“Yeah, two rooms please.” Megumi says, holding up two fingers – his ring and pinky.

“Let me see.” The clerk says. She puts her phone down to click around the computer in front of her. She types a few things in, clicks around, then flickers her eyes above the screen to the two of you.

“We only have one room left.” Her monotonous voice was really starting to grate at you.

“Does it at least have two beds?” You ask, annoyance slipping into your voice.

You’re met with a shrug and a pop of bubble gum. You take a step forward, feeling the heat of your frustration simmering. Megumi holds his arm out across your chest and holds you back.

“We’ll take it, thanks.” With that, Megumi pays for it and is handed the keys in turn.

“Check out is 11am. Thanks for staying with us, or whatever.” The lady says, waving her hands dismissively before going back to her phone. If you weren’t so drained, you would have thrown yourself over the counter at her. Maybe it was due to being so drained that you were thinking of doing something so feral. Instead, you take a deep breath and follow Megumi out the door.

The rain still comes down in sheets as you and Megumi rush to grab the bags from the trunk and book it up to the second floor where the room you were staying in lies. Much to your ever growing irritation, the motel in question is one of those that have the open walkways, only the guardrail and overhang serving as protection. Not like it matters anyways, because the rain starts blowing at an angle and pelts you in the face as you struggle to make it to the room.

Your boiling pot of anger threatens to spill over when you stumble into the room behind Megumi to find that there weren't two beds – in fact there was only one. The smallest queen you had ever seen. In the grimiest looking motel room you have ever seen. Dropping your bag to the floor, you groan in frustration.

“That lady sucks.” You rub your face with both hands, pulling your cheeks down and staring over to Megumi. He’s grabbing some extra blankets and a pillow from the storage closet by the bathroom. “What are you doing, ‘Gumi?”

“Getting my spot on the floor ready.” He mutters without looking over to you. After tossing the bedspread onto the floor, he heads to the bathroom. You bound over to him quickly, only to have the door shut in your face.

“Like hell you will. Take the bed, I’ll get the floor.” You shout over the hardwood. He doesn’t respond. Instead of being a normal person who would just wait over the by the bed, you slam your fists into the door.

“You’ve been driving all day. You deserve the bed more than me.” You hear him say, muffled. You stare at the faded, thin carpet under your feet. It’s a dark burgundy, littered randomly with even darker spots. Perhaps it had been a bright red at one point?

“That floor looks like it hasn’t been cleaned since the 90s. Why don’t we just…” You trail off as Megumi opens the door, coming face to face with you. He wasn’t expecting you to be so close. You notice he had changed into dry pajamas, though you’re not sure how he did it so quickly. Nor did you see him bring clothes in with him. You must be really tired.

“Why don’t we just what?” A black eyebrow raises at you in curiosity.

“..Just share the bed.” You mumble under your breath. Turning on your heel, you head over to the side of the bed closest to the wall.

“Do what?” Megumi follows you, frowning slightly. He hadn’t heard you.

“Share the bed.” You say louder, not looking his way. In all the years you both had been roommates, sharing a bed was something that had never come up. It wasn’t needed, for obvious reasons.

“I mean, if that’s okay with you.” He replies back coolly. Your eyes snap up to his, and notice he’s watching you anxiously despite his tone.

“We don’t have to. It was just a suggestion.” You raise your hands up in defense, puffing your cheeks out.

“No, I think it’s the smartest choice we have.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Postive?”

“Just go change into dry clothes, dummy.” He rolls his eyes and walks past to his side of the bed. You trill your lips as you push yourself off the bed and into the bathroom after grabbing a pair of pajamas out of your small bag.

You find yourself on your side facing the wall about 10 minutes later. Megumi is tucked under the covers behind you, facing the window you suspect. It’s quiet bar for the ticking of the analog clock on the wall above the tv by the front door. Before getting into bed, he had made sure to lock every lock available to him.

‘Triple reassurance.’ He had said.

You roll onto your back and stare up at the ceiling. That thought from earlier today about why you were so insistent on driving him surfaces to the top of your mind. You turn your head to where Megumi currently lies, his back to you confirming your assumption from before. His black hair pools around his pillow. You think you’re the only person who has ever seen his hair down from his normal spiky style.

“’Gumi?” You whisper over to him. You’re met with silence, which means he must have fallen asleep. Exhausted from the drive today, sleep comes to you just as easily. Your last thought before falling into pitch black nothingness is Megumi's stupidly cute smile.

.

When you wake, you don’t open your eyes right away. You can already tell the sun must be up by the way your eyelids tint pink. Your eyes flutter open and you blink hard a few times to reorient yourself. An ugly navy striped wallpaper glares back at you. Where were you?

You take a second to think. That’s right, you and Megumi had stopped at a motel last night to shelter from the storm for the evening. A small gust of air blows down your neck and it takes everything in you to not jump up and out of bed. Something cinches over your waist and pulls you close and your eyes widen. Wait, Megumi.

Carefully, you slide your hand down to what was around your waist and a breath hitches in your throat. It’s an arm, and not just any arm. It belongs to Megumi – solely based off the fact he was the only one in the bed with you.

By the depth of his breaths, you can tell he’s still sleeping. Good, you think to yourself. Maybe you can move his arm off you gently and not wake him. However, when you go to wrap your fingers around his wrist, he digs his face into your hair and sighs softly. He’s pulling you in closer too, and this is where you’re drawing the line.

“U-uh Megumi.” You say. Your voice is crackly with the lack of moisture.

His breathing steadies out, and suddenly you feel him stiffen up behind you. Slowly, he pulls away and the sadness that comes with the absence of his body heat hits faster than you would have cared to admit.

“S-Sorry.” He mutters behind you, his own voice thick with sleep.

“No, it’s okay.” You squeak out. Pulling yourself out of the covers, you grab your bag and practically run to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you with a soft click.

You don’t come out for another 30 minutes, deciding to take a quick shower to calm yourself down. A few mental arguments later, you feel you can face him. This needed to be talked about. You wanted to talk about it. You take a deep breath and throw the bathroom door open. When you walk out, however, you see Megumi dressed and ready to go by the door, his bag in hand.

“There you are. Ready to head out? If we leave now, we can make it for the rehearsal lunch.” He looks up from his phone that he must have been scrolling on while waiting.

“I-yeah. Megumi, listen-“ You stop with your mouth open, ready to say what you had rehearsed in the steamed up bathroom mirror. But nothing comes out. Instead, you pinch your lips together and give him a nod. “Yeah. Let’s go."

TBH I don't know of any other JJK moots. So if you see this and wanna be tagged in my next JJK fics, please comment to let me know?? Thank you! (I will tag @romantichomicide95 tho because I know she's a Megumi girly)

[pinkkami]

Next to you - p.js

Blaring music, sweaty bodies, and alcohol: a summary of the usual clubbing experience. Although I never was a regular club-goer, I had to admit it hit the spot sometimes, especially as a stressed second-year university student who needed a bit of release every once in a while. And after a strenuous week packed with midterms, a night out was exactly what my body craved.

"I don't know if I can survive another week of midterms..." Rei mumbled as we were waiting in line to enter the club. Rolling my eyes, I turned to her and gently gripped her shoulders.

"Rei, right now I need you to focus on the fact that we're about to get absolutely plastered. You can worry about the future tomorrow" My words managed to coax a smile out of her, and I shot her a grin in response. Rei, my best friend since we had met back in our freshman year of high school. Her sweet demeanor and fierce loyalty were apparent from the first time we met, despite her shyness, and I immediately knew I wanted to pursue a friendship with her. Now, five years later, we were inseparable despite attending different colleges. She was an art major at Iwha University while I studied law at Seoul University.

"Wony's already inside with Yujin, and Hanni should be on her way here with Yunjin" my friend reminded me, and I nodded absentmindedly while scanning the clubs' queue for familiar faces.

"Also Heeseung will be there with his friends" My eyes immediately shifted toward Rei as she smiled slyly.

"You're kidding" She shook her head and pulled out her phone to show me that Heeseung had posted a story on Instagram just a couple minutes ago at the establishment we were about to enter. I squealed and hugged Rei.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed excitedly. You see, Heeseung had been my campus crush for about two years now. He was majoring in Business Administration along with our friend Yunjin, so I was able to meet him through her. His perfect smile and round eyes pulled me in from the moment we met and I had been smitten ever since. Although we texted every now and then, we were merely acquaintances, and I had been wanting to get closer to him for quite a while.

Once we got past the bouncers and left our coats in the cloakroom, the nervousness started to be replaced with excitement.

"Do you think I should shoot my shot?" I asked Rei.

"Absolutely! You've been infatuated with him for months, it's about time" She nodded encouragingly, and I bit my lower lip considering it.

"Let's just see how the night evolves, but first we need to find our friends"

We eventually located Wonyoung and Yujin having a drink by the bar. They greeted us with a warm hug and we wasted no time in heading to the dance floor. Soon after, Hanni and Yunjin joined us, blaming their tardiness on everyone but themselves.

At some point during the night, we bumped into Heeseungs' group and got to mingling. There were four of them in total, but I only really knew Heesung and Jay. I had met the latter a few months back at one of Yunjin's gigs, where they both performed with electric guitars. Even though his sharp eyes and defined jaw made him appear intimidating, he was extremely kind and polite once you engaged in a conversation with him. After that, I didn't expect to see him again, but he actually attended the same university as me, so we occasionally ran into each other around campus.

While both groups got to talking, I managed to sneak a couple of glances at Heeseung. Tonight he had combed back his dark hair thus exposing his forehead, making him seem even more handsome than usual. Then again, it may have been the alcohol talking. As distracted as I was, I failed to notice Jay walking in my direction.

"Hey Y/N!" I jumped slightly as my eyes met the young man's.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you" he chuckled while scratching his neck. I quickly shook my head.

"Don't apologize! I was just, somewhere else, I guess" I smiled apologetically, trying to diffuse the awkwardness of the situation. Jay nodded and looked over his shoulder.

"This place is packed tonight, huh?" he mentioned.

"Yep, and there are too many freshmen" I complained.

"I mean, we were all freshmen once" Jay replied, stifling a laugh. As I opened my mouth to voice my very strong opinion on this year's freshmen, I was met with a sight that made my throat go dry.

A few feet behind Jay, Heeseung was busy with his tongue down another girl's throat. Suddenly, my face felt very hot, and an all too familiar knot formed in my stomach. As much as I wanted to look away from the scene, my eyes were glued to their figures. Jay noticed the abrupt change in my demeanor and turned around, following my eyes. Judging from the pitiful glance he spared me, he had understood the situation all too quickly. Thankfully, Wonyoung stepped in and pulled me away, sitting me down on a stool next to the bar counter.

"I'm taking you home" my worried friend insisted, but I shook my head profusely. I flashed her the brightest smile I could muster

"No way, Wony! I don't plan on ruining your night just because I got my feelings hurt. Besides..." I leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"Didn't you have something planned for tonight?" Wonyoung turned beet red, stealing a quick glance at Yujin.

"That's not important! I can talk to her another ti-"

"That's what you always say! Seriously, if I don't hear an update from you tomorrow, I'm telling her myself" At this, she chuckled, but she still seemed hesitant to leave me alone, so I flashed her the brightest smile I could muster.

"Seriously, I'm fine Wony, I just want to go home, is all" This was enough to convince my friend, and we parted ways with a warm hug.

The cold air hit my face the moment I stepped out of the club. I tightened my fluffy scarf around my neck and began making my way towards my apartment. Thankfully, I only lived a few minutes on foot from the establishment, so I didn't have to rely on public transport.

I had only been walking for barely a minute when I heard someone calling my name.

"Y/N! Wait up!" I turned around, confused as to who it could be, and to my dismay, it was none other than Jay, who had seen the whole ordeal.

"Wonyoung told me you were heading out, and I wanted to walk you home" he smiled once he caught up with me, coaxing a shy grin out of me. He had always been a gentleman.

"Don't worry about me, I live super close!" I tried explaining, but Jay brushed me off. I sighed and just as I was about to begin small talk, the man spoke up.

"Are you okay?" I looked up at him, surprised to find his worry-filled eyes boring into mine. I quickly nodded, trying to seem as non-chalant as I possibly could.

"It just surprised me, is all! I thought he was single" I managed to utter out in an attempt to justify my strange reaction.

"He is single though" Jay noted. Maybe that should have made me feel better, but to be frank, it did exactly the opposite of that. It essentially confirmed the fact that he probably would have made a move on me if he were interested in me. And since he had never done so, not even once, it was safe to assume that he wasn't into me.

"Y/N?" Jay's voice snapped me out of my thoughts with a start, and I smiled apologetically.

"Sorry, I'm really tired, I can barely function" I wasn't sure that he would buy such a lame excuse, but he simply nodded and proceeded to swiftly change the subject. At some point, he insisted on carrying the extra bag I had brought, which had a couple of spare sweaters in it. I always make sure to bring spare outerwear to outings with friends in case any of them get cold.

After a couple of minutes, we were standing in front of my flat's door. I turned around and thanked Jay profusely for accompanying me.

"You don't need to thank me for being a decent human being. I couldn't let you walk home alone at this hour" he firmly stated with a wide smile plastered on his face. I smiled back at him and entered my apartment. The moment I closed the door, I curled into a ball on the floor. The image of Heeseung kissing that girl was burned into my mind, and all I could do was pity myself for not being the type of girl he liked.

Realistically, it was ridiculous to cry over a man I hadn't even dated. Nevertheless, over the past year, I had developed strong feelings for him. It seemed as though they were unrequited in the end.

Tears streamed down my face as I reminisced about a relationship that never happened, and soon, I was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Wh-why am I never the first choice?" I wept aloud, leaning against my front door.

Jay's POV:

"Shit, I forgot to give this back to her"

It was only when he had already arrived at his apartment that Jay realized he had forgotten to hand Y/N her bag back. He sighed exasperatedly and quickly made his way back to the young woman's flat. Thankfully they lived in the same apartment complex, so in less than a minute, he had arrived.

As Jay was about to ring the doorbell, he heard faint sobs coming from behind the door. He hesitated for a second, thinking he might have gotten the apartment wrong, but his doubts were quickly dismissed when he heard Y/N's shaky voice speak.

What he heard made him frown deeply, and he decided he would return the sweaters at a better time. As Jay walked back to his own apartment, he quietly whispered: "You are... you always have been"

[funnydbdnames]

ok hi lads!

i've officially upped the queue to 2 times a day, this should start happenin tomorrow. decided that with the steady flow of submissions we've been graced with we probably should do that now. i also figured out how xkit works so actually Adding things to the queue should be a lot faster and smoother of a process at least for me

if things slow down again i'll just lower it back to 1 but for now you get a whole 2 posts a day! yippee!

-mod mar

[streetslost]

I AM CAUGHT UP ON ALL MY BLOGS. anything not posted should be in my queue.  anything that doesn’t come out by the end of august... i... probably lost.  ( i think mid-august is actually the latest anything will be released on my blogs... ) thank you for patience!  apologies for delay and wait.  but i need the buffer time.  queued things aren’t because i’m not invested, i’m just.  trying to prevent another burying of things ajsklfd;ja  we’LL SEE IF IT WORKS... or at least for how long. i return to my apartment tomorrow/today (sunday... depends on when you read this), so i’m going to be semi awol.  however.  now that i’m caught up.  i’m.  hoping i can start doing some plotting, new threads, sending memes, and reaching out on my blogs.  i will still be very slow.  i return to work monday, we’ll see how i handle it all and how chaotic things get again. won’t be posting a starter call on any blog for a bit, will just make some opens or try to reach out to others’ starter calls and engagements... maybe try memes for get things going. ...but tl;dr i’m caught up, hope i exist soon, but please continue to have patience with me!  for those i said i wanted to do things with once i was caught up...  don’t be shy to poke me soon.  right now i’m just in recovery mode so i’m not ignoring you, i just am getting brain back after getting through allll the drafts and writing. side note for multi - will add ruff and update ponies’ pages asap but.  might be a week or so.  as i get the willpower to work on pages lol. ( gunna reblog this on all my blogs, sorry to my few friends who follow them all or a few! )

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki Character Drama CD Book Vol 1 - Okita

Alright! This is my first post of the month, so I’ll start by asking you to please support me if you can through my ko-fi, and paypal or patreon! Finally got my patreon back in order almost until the start of October though I now have a headache from translating so much lol! Sorry it took so long! Not sure what I’ll do for December yet as I’m considering translating just the 2020 CxM X-mas story and the only other Café Enchante content I have, and then subtitling the rest of the month... as I really would like to get a head-start on my 2023 queue (aka yuugiroku) and want time to get my video stuff out of the way. 

Also, I’m 100% certain that I’ll be shipping the Hakumyu Shinkai Saito-hen Blu-ray I’ve ordered this month since my proxy address has received the Morimyu CDs along with some other things that I was looking for, and I am getting super impatient... plus I helped my brother pre-order two FE3H figurines from Japan so anything else is going to be consolidated when shipping those.

Anyway. I ended up going with deciding to translate all of these Character Dramas... mainly because of Saito’s (obviously due to bias and bias>all :P), but most of them did make me smile while reading them... Slight angst warning for this one though cuz it’s souji hahaha. 

enjoy!

Hakuoki Character Drama CD Book Volume 1  Okita Souji-hen - Autumn Leaves Sentiments (not 100% bout the title name again)

Translation by KumoriYami

Act 1

Time: morning

Location: Bedroom

SE: the sound of sparrows

Yukimura:.....Nn.

【The sunlight stung me when I opened my eyes. The rain/storm windows [literally rain window] opened as they swayed, and chilling feeling from the autumn wind coming in,  reminded me that summer had passed.】

Yukimura: Huh? Why is the window open...

【I looked over to Souji-san, who should have been sleeping beside me.】

Yukimura; Eh? Souji-san, where did you go?

【I used my hand to check where Souji-san had slept in bed, but I wasn't able to feel any heat [word I have is 'temperature'], so it seems like he hadn't just left. As I hurriedly got up, someone from behind suddenly stopped me. 】

Okita: Ah, you're already up. You could have slept a while longer.

【Hearing that familiar voice, I turned my head and saw Souji-san, who was apparently in a good mood.】

Yukimura: Souji-san! Where did you go in your night clothes [alt: pajamas, but given the time period 'night clothes' felt more appropriate...]?

Okita: I woke up too early. After seeing your cute sleeping face, I thought of this..... here, for you.

【As he spoke, Souji-san decorated my hair with something.】

Yukimura: ? What is this...?

Okita: They're Momiji leaves [the tl i use translates to "red autumnal leaves", but since "紅葉 " is in the JP title, I'll be using that term, “momiji”, which are Japanese maple trees.]. The last time I picked wild vegetables with you, I found a maple tree. Afterwards, I realized that it was almost time for the maple leaves to be in season. Actually I originally wanted to come home before you got up to scare you, but that unfortunately failed.

【Once he said that, Souji-san stuck out his tongue with a mischievous expression. Seeing that expression, I couldn't say that I felt uneasy because he had left me by myself...】

Yukimura: Really.... in that case, shouldn't you have left a note?

【Souji-san showed an apologetic expression to me, who was a little angry.】

Okita: Sorry, I was only thinking about making you happy when I went out. As an apology, after finishing breakfast, I'll bring you to see the maple tree.

【With that, Okita-san pressed his index finger over his mouth, as if he were he were keeping a secret.】

Yukimura: hehe, I understand. Then let's go after eating breakfast, and once I finish drying our wet clothes [I'm assuming this is supposed to be "laundry"].

Okita: Eh, if you want to dry the laundry, you can do it tomorrow. I want to show you right away. It really is very pretty. The tree is dyed in red and yellow, it really resembles a dessert/almost like a snack.

Yukimura: I'm looking forward to it, but I must hang my clothes well before going. More importantly, isn't it cold outside? You'll catch a cold when you go in your night clothes.

Okita: Ah, speaking of which, it did seem a bit cold. Because all I was thinking about was the momiji leaves, I didn't notice it that much. But you don't need to worry, I'm fine.

Yukimura: The next time you go out, you must remember to change your clothes.

Okita: Nn, I'll change my clothes then. I don't want to make you worry.... Haaah [this is a yawn. i don't know what's the best sfx text to use], maybe I got up too early this morning, Maybe I got up too early in the morning, I'm still sleepy.

Yukimura: Then go to sleep for a bit, alright? I'll go prepare breakfast, I'll wake you up once it's ready.

Okita: Nn, that so. But, it's fine to have breakfast a little later, come and sleep with me.

【With that, Souji-san pulled my hand and tried to pull me back under the covers.】

Yukimura: But, I'm already awake...

Okita; If you can't sleep, just stay with me until I fall asleep before leaving.

Yukimura: In that case, won't we be too late to see the momiji leaves?

Okita: Oh, how bothersome. Then I'd better get up and get changed.

Yukimura: Then I'll go change and go prepare breakfast.

Okita: Ah, wait.

【With that, Okita-san put his hand on my head.】

Okita: Good morning.

【He smiled at me.】

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Act 2

Time: Noon

Location: Outside

SE: footsteps

Okita: Autumn is coming. You're right, wind is getting colder outside. Aah, I won't be able to take a nap in the sun soon.

【As Souji-san walked, he expressed his regret that summer was coming to an end.】

Yukimura: Ah, Souji-san truly loves taking naps on the grass.

Okita: Nn. It's fine now, but it's not doable in the winter. Although sleeping in a room isn't bad, it's more comfortable to sleep outside [when/where] the wind is blowing.

Yukimura: Speaking of which, while we were still in Kyoto, you would often take naps /

Okita: Indeed. At the time I often took naps on the roof to hide from the annoying HIjikata-san. Ahaha, I haven't fallen down even once.

Yukimura: Sleeping on the roof... Don't do that sort of danger thing in the future again.

Okita: I won't. Because I don't need to sneakily hide around like that anymore, and rather want you to take more care of me.

Yukimura: Really... Souji-san is always like this...

【As I spoke, I stared at Souji-san. There was something I always wanted to say to him... so I might as well take the opportunity...】

Okita: Since you're staring at me, is there something wrong?

Yukimura: Well, I find taking it's very comfortable to take a nap, but if you take too many naps, won't you be unable to sleep at night?

Okita: I'm glad that you're worrying about me, but I'll still be able to fall asleep. Because as long as you're lying down next to me, I can fall asleep immediately if I hold onto you. Don't you think so?

Yukimura: That's right.

Okita: As long as I'm holding you as you sleep/If I sleep with you in my arms, I will always fall asleep immediately. That way, even when it comes time for us to part, I feel that I'll always be with you... such a thing is obviously impossible.

【With that, Souji-san held my hand that he was tightly holding even tighter. His hand was gentle and soft, and I grasped his hand.】

Okita: I'm so happy that I'm able to walk with hand in hand with you like this, it's terrifying. We'll be there soon, so don't let go of my hand.

Yukimura: Yes!

-time lapse-

【After a while, we reached the momiji trees.】

Yukimura; Wow, how beautiful!

【The entire tree was adorned with red maple leaves, and looked truly unreal.】

Okita: Rights, it's really beautiful.

【Souji-san wasn't looking at the momiji leaves, but rather at me, and his expression seemed very satisfied. [reword later. the sentence structure is screwed up... but im lazy and have a tendency to follow what the tl does until i need to worry about subtitling]】

Okita: That's great. I just wanted to see you with that expression.

Yukimura: Thank you, Souji-san. You brought me to see such beautiful momiji.

【After expressing my thanks, Souji-san revealed a smile, and he finally looked towards the maple trees.】

Okita:....Ah, you may not remember, but this isn't the first time we've gone together to enjoy momiji. A long time ago... although I don't remember the exact time, but on the way back from a patrol, I brought you to mountains in Kyoto. At the time, while it was only the two of us, the feeling was completely different from now.

Yukimura;....I remember. It was quite windy that day, but the maple leaves were also very beautiful.

【Okita-san seemed to be startled by what I said. It seems that he didn't think I would have remembered. Then, Souji-san sat beneath a huge momiji tree and waved to me, so I sat down next to him. 】

Okita: I'm certain, that during that time, I started paying attention to you because you were the first person to listen to my jokes... No, it was just Kondou-san and you.

Yukimura:........

Okita: I didn't expect to recall that upon seeing these momiji, and how I would always say mean things to you. I hope you can forget that, at look at how I am now.

Yukimura: No, I won't forget that. Because that's an important memory from before I met Souji-san and when we lived here together.

Okita: That's really amazing, since you put it that way, it seems that it's become a very important memory.... Well, it's not that there are no memories that you want to forget. But the time we spent together with everyone is still firmly kept in my mind [reword later?].

【With that, Souji-san placed a hand over his chest, and I put my hand over his.】

Yukimura: Please don't forget any of your memories. Because we've been able to live together like this today, all of those memories have accumulated.

Okita:....Well, yeah. No that won't do, I always let you see how weak I am. In fact, I want you to depend on me a bit more.

Yukimura: I am always depending on Souji-san. I'm able to live peacefully in my hometown now because Souji-san is here.

Okita; I'm happy that you're able to say that.

【With that, Souji-san lifted his head and looked at the momiji.】

Okita: Let's go back after looking at these for a while. I really like looking at stuff together with you like this.

Yukimura: Nn, I like that too.

【Thus, the two of us snuggled up together and looked up at the momiji.】

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Act 3:

Time: Evening

Location: Bedroom

【After making the bed, I used one of the momiji leaves I had picked as a bookmark. At that moment, Souji-san came in from behind. 】

SE: Footsteps

Okita; What are you doing?

Yukimura: I want to make something out of the momiji leaves we brought back today as a souvenir/memento...

【As I said this, I put the maple leaf into the book that was in my hands. As a result, in order to not interfere [tl is 'disturb' or 'bother'] Souji-san hugged me from behind...】

Okita: As a souvenir from today, is it. If only we could ? I wish we could commemorate more [things like this] for just the two of us in the future/["I wish we could create more memories for the two of us in the future".... i suppose would work?].

【As he spoke, Souji-san gazed sleepily at the book that the leaf had been put into it. Seeing him like this, I knew what he was thinking.】

Yukimura:  We'll be together in the future, won't we?

【To alleviate my uneasiness, I said something like that.】

Okita: Nn, we'll always be together.

【Souji-san only said one sentence, and smiled.】

Okita: Okay, let's go to sleep. [I/We. got no subject in this sentence..] walked a lot today, and seem to be quite tired.

Yukimura: Okay.

【With that, we laid down together. After putting out the light, I closed eyes, but drowsiness didn't come... just then, Souji-san suddenly spoke. 】

Okita: Hey, are you asleep?

【Hearing Souji-san's words, I opened my eyes.】

Yukimura: No

Okita; Before falling asleep, I want to ask you something. Getting up in the morning... going for a walk together after eating breakfast, eating together, and then falling asleep like this...

What do you think of such an ordinary day?

【In the face of Souj-san's slightly impatient question, I thought of my response for a moment. 】

Yukimura: I think it's just because it's so normal, that's why its a very important day. I'm very happy to be able to live peacefully with Souji-san like this.

Okita: hehe, it's great that you can say that. But I think differently.

【With that, Souji-san patted my head.】

Okita:  Being able to spend my days peacefully with my lover/spouse, is already extraordinary for me. Every day when I wake up, you're right beside me, eating the meals you've cooked together, walking with you while holding your hand, and sleeping with you... For me, everything is already a miracle.

I want to spend every day with you together like this.

【Perhaps seeing the unease in my heart, Souji-san deliberately spoke in a gentle words to reassure me. 】

Yukimura: I love you, Souji-san.

Okita: Nn, I love you too

【After that, he gently kissed my forehead. Listening to Souji-san's words, my mind was at ease, and I finally closed my eyes. I could vaguely hear Souji-san's voice.... 】

Okita: Good night, see you tomorrow.

【I fell fast asleep】

Starring: Okita Souji.... Morikubo Showtaro  

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Like the Hijika one I translated for last week, I put in the -san suffix everywhere I though it would likely go. This is also going to be the last time I mention this... cuz I’m lazy.

[ickmick]

Inktober days 11-15!!

I PROMISE I DIDNT FORGET TO POST THIS, I HAD IT WRITTEN AND EVERYTHING BUT YET TUMBLR DIDNT POST IT??? So erm.... I scheduled it for 'today' at like... 2 pm i think? my time, that is... LOL (turned out the queue didnt work! so its 6pm!)

so anyways, I'll upload yet again on sunday (tomorrow!) since I also need to post on Halloween!! oh boy!! so theres my uploads for the rest of the month, if you want to check back :D

I've actually gotten further than I thought I would! very proud of myself! and you should be too, even if you've only done a few days!

heres week one and week twos posts!

this one actually has the doc drawing >:3c

plus some other fun ones! its all under the cut, enjoy!

heres the key as always, referring to my prompt lists!!

wh = welcome home

hc = hermitcraft (I have 2!)

ink = official inktober

gore = goretober

(actual gore will be triggerwarned! so far none has any blood or violence!)

Day 11

wh: butterfly

hc: mischief

ink: wander

life: lava

oh noooo... our local pesky bird!! he fellll... (attempted a new perspective!! a lil wonky but I tried lol)

and can I just say I LOVE how peaceful grian is in the last drawing? hes so pretty and soft looking!! i surprised myself!!

Day 12

life: soulmate

I got that major life series brainrot... if you cant tell, haha... and dont even get me started on secret life!! more on that in the final notes >:D

also I didnt finish bigb im sorry BFMSVSSB

Day 13

hc: fashion

life: safety

GRIAN IN CUTE CLOTHES !! feat mumbo in the corner to make up for the last few times of neglect rip

also, was low on spoons and unfortunately did not finish the potentially adorable moment between the buttercups in grians wings... smth... xD

Day 14

hc: hermit with a background

gore: parasite

ay more like parasyte, am I right? *ba dum tiss*... ... yeah ok sorry LOL that was def more of a meme drawing ngl

AND THE FABLED DOC DRAWING!!! I posted it on its own already because im unbelievably proud of it!! listen... i know it meant to draw a bg... like a forest or smth... BUT!! i thought it was kinda funny... and I swear i was going to actually di the prompt right! but I ran out of spoons XD

Day 15

ink: dagger

life: spyglass

gore: fungi

another low spoon day, alas! but hey, at least we have some AHAA shenanigans (simply grian giggling) and a not so scar safe object!! (a dagger!! who gave him that?? /silly)

whew, there we go!! i think this weeks set was pretty good! (not that I actually drew any THIS WEEK, but thats not the point XD)

also, thank you for all the love so far!! you guys are very sweet :D

Im especially blown away from this post of tango, because it was rushed!! but im appreciative still because the post is sort of funny!! <3

*vauge talk of first secret life episodes!!*

PLUGS OVER LISTEN.... SECRET LIFE? THE SYMBOL? JIMMY POINTING IT OUT? AHHHHH!?!? /VPOS

its so good already omg... ive watched quite a few of the povs lol... i wont say anything specfic because I havent properly spoiler warned! so I will leave you simply with the wise words 'the fanfic writes itself' /silly (and oh my god scar giving grian the dang blocks ACK /pos /pos /pos)

heres week fours, 5.1s and the last post (5.2)!!

okay!! have a good week!! and remember to be easier on yourself!! I hope to see you next sunday for the next week of drawings!! 💜

[annaraebananawriter]

Stage Fright

I realize that I have been posting rather frequently this month. I apologize if you’re overwhelmed by that, but rest assured (or not assured depending on your stance on the matter): I am also overwhelmed by the motivation I have stumbled into lately.

That said, I don’t really have too much to say today. Perhaps i can mention that it’s almost 5 am and I have not gone to bed yet, but you don’t really need to know that.

Just...happy reading!

Fandom: DSMP

Characters: Technoblade, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, and Philza

Warnings: None, as far as I know. Let me know otherwise!

Summary: “13-year-old Techno has to perform in the talent show. Unfortunately, his legs don't quite get the drift and he's stuck in the bathroom way past the queue. Luckily, his older brother Wilbur is here to save the day! (Techno-centric, Modern AU; Wilbur is 16) “

Word Count: 2503

~oOo~

Techno will forever regret letting Dream coax him into doing this stupid talent show. Sure, it was for a bet, but in all hindsight, a little thing like proclaiming his friend’s the better of the two in front of the whole school tomorrow morning really doesn’t seem so bad. It’s far better than living with the embarrassment that he couldn’t get his anxiety in check enough that he could perform in front of a hundred or so people and face failure.

Now he’s stuck under the bathroom sink, between the leaking pipes and the wall, all of his thirteen-year-old self shoved into that tiny space with his violin clutched tightly in front of him.

He sighs, shifting the barest amount after his foot started to hurt. His breathing had only just gone back to a reasonable level, and his heart has yet to catch the memo and follow lead. Closing his eyes, he lets his head fall back the small amount it needs to until it hits the wall.

He really wants to get up and go out there. Literally nothing is stopping him! He knew what he was getting into when he signed up a month ago, when Dream begged him to enter so he had someone to try and beat, and he knows that he can play his violin well enough to have a good chance at coming in first (he doesn’t mean to brag, but he also kind of will; the violin is hard for a kid to learn and stick with it and Phil has always said how proud he was that he stuck with it and showed a good interest in it).

But he can’t move his legs. It’s like they’re glued to the ground. Nothing of what Techno’s learned in all of his years of schooling has told him that this should be possible. Just the opposite, in fact. So, he can’t stop thinking in despair over what was wrong with him. And why now? Why not ages ago when he wared over to do it in the first place or not?

Why now?!

Techno huffs to himself, and glares at his knees. Phil had bought him a new pair of jeans, these ones with flowers embroidered on the side, for this too and here he was, sitting on the dirty bathroom floor. Ruining them! They’re gonna be all dirty and gross and everyone will laugh at him and then he’ll be forced from the competition and then his family will be disappointed in him and then—

What did Phil tell him to do when he was overthinking things again?

Right. Breathe.

He blinks the tears back and forces himself to inhale as big as he can.

This is stupid, he thinks. All I’m doing is giving into my anxiety instead of fighting against it, or working through it, or whatever Phil says I’m supposed to do with it. If I already wasn’t failing him by remaining here instead of actually performing for once, then I almost certainly am now with how easily I let myself spiral like that.

The bathroom doorknob wiggles—he had locked it earlier in the first minutes of his panic, and the people who had tried to get his attention had all given up by now—and Techno stops breathing. It goes silent again, before small clicking sounds fill the room. He frowns, remembering too late that his older brother learned how to lockpick a door on a whim one night and has used that skill for an upper hand when he deems it necessary.

The door opens and the worn sneakers, the right one basically all duck tape now thanks to Tommy’s genius, of Wilbur’s appear. The door shits behind him and the feet pause in the room, before turning the bit over to face Techno, whose own light-up Velcro Sketchers peeked through from under the sink.

His brother walks over and crouches in front of the sink, circular glasses peering down at him. He smiles. “Hey, Tech,” Wilbur says, moving to sit down, “How you doing?” The top of his head gets cut off by the underside of the sink.

It’s a little bit funny, but Techno doesn’t let his laugh out.

“Good,” he says back, even if the truth was that he was doing anything but good and would much rather be back home, safe and sound, snuggled under the comforter with his stuffed rabbit, Sir Billiam (“The third! It has to be the third because three is the greatest number!” “Thanks, Tommy. I’ll take that into consideration.”).

Wilbur snickers, eyeing the sink and the tiny space Techno has wedged himself in. “How’d you even manage to shove yourself in there?”

“It’s amazing what you can do under pressure.” Techno tilts his head as much as he can, hiding his smile. “And when you’re not freakishly tall.”

“Hey! I take offense to that.” Wilbur shakes his head. “And at the rate you and Tommy are growing, you’ll both be as tall as me in no time, so really you’re just insulting future you.”

Techno just wrinkles his nose at him.

Wilbur sighs, setting his head on his hand. “You gonna come out?” He gives a slight nod to the door. “Everyone’s waiting for you on the stage. They would’ve expelled you, actually, if Tommy hadn’t jumped on stage and stolen the microphone.” He chuckles as Techno groans like he’s been given the worst news in his life.

Which he might as well have.

“Don’t tell me he’s makin’ sex jokes again.”

That’s the last thing anyone needed right now; some eight-year-old on a stage telling jokes inappropriate for his age and swearing like some sailor. It’d be a memory to remember, but just knowing that he’s related to the eight-year-old who did it would be enough for techno to never show his face in the city again, even if no one else knew what he knew.

“I can say nothing. Tommy is a free man to choose what he wants to do.” Wilbur shrugs, looking far too unconcerned about this. Techno glares at him. His brother pauses and his smile turns sheepish. “Though we should probably get back before he gets arrested again and Dad needs to bail him out.”

“At least it’s not as bad as the zoo,” Techno mutters to himself, though it echoes in the bathroom.

“Nothing’s as bad as the zoo.”

That’s fair.

Techno tries again to get his legs to move, but they still don’t listen to him. If he wasn’t holding onto his violin, he’d be hitting his legs in a fit, frustrated that they weren’t working no matter what. He really wants to get this solved and go perform.

“I would love to come out, Wilbur, but my legs aren’t workin’,” Techno whines, shifting himself again. “I tell them to get up and they don’t get up. I’ve tried to bribe them, but they drive a really hard bargain and I don’t think I have the will to do what they demand.” He frowns, the tears coming back. He tries to keep his voice from breaking. “It’s like they’re frozen, man. I don’t know what’s goin’ on.”

“Ah.” Wilbur nods, stoking a non-existent beard. “Stage fright.”

Techno huffs. “I don’t get stage fright.”

Wilbur smiles brightly, leaning forward. “Sure you don’t! Then you’re free to go on stage and perform whenever you want!” He stands, moving out of his way. “Go ahead.” His brother waits for him.

Techno turns his glare to his knees again, blinking the tears away again.

Okay, work with me here. You can’t embarrass me in front of Wil like this. He might—ugh—maybe he’s—oh I might throw up just thinking this—but he might be right here, but we can’t let him know that we think he’s right. You hear me? We can’t. He’ll never let us live this down! We just can’t let him do this!

His legs don’t twitch.

You’re no help.

Cheeks heating up, Techno looks everywhere but at Wilbur as he crouches back down. “…maybe I get some stage fright.”

“Maybe,” Wilbur agrees, sympathetic. He holds out a hand. “Here, grab my hand.”

Techno glances at his hand and looks at him. “I’ve already told you, my legs don’t work.”

“I know. Just trust me!”

“Not in a million years.” But he takes Wilbur’s hand.

With a grunt, Wilbur pulls him forward and out from under the sink. Then he grabs him by the biceps and lifts him up, until his legs have no choice but to unfold themselves and stand too, holding his weight like they usually do. It’s kinda tingly, as they’ve been asleep for a while, but they’re awake and moving and finally, Techno can go perform like he’s supposed to.

“Bruh.” He glares down at his legs, pinching one of them for emphasis. “Where were you fifteen minutes ago? I’ve been waiting for you. Slackers.” He looks back up at Wilbur, bringing his violin close to his chest. “Thanks.” He gets the words out as fast as he can.

“Of course. Just my duty as your older brother.” Wilbur gives a slight bow, before he steps forward to grab his shoulder, leaning down for eye contact. “Techno, you do know that you’re the best violinist in the show, even if you don’t win?”

“I’m the only violinist in the show.”

“Exactly. That means you’re automatically number one. Even if you come in last place—which is really unlikely, because you’re you, but still—we’ll cheer just as loud as if you came in first, okay?” Wilbur looks very sincere, and the sentiment is nice, but Techno can only focus on one thing out of all of that.

“Please don’t.” He frowns, worried. “I don’t wanna go deaf.”

Wilbur laughs, letting go. “Now let’s get you to the stage so you can wow them all away!” Before he opens the door, he whirls back around and peers at Techno. “…something’s missing.”  He rummages around in the pocket of his jacket and pulls out something, eyes lighting up. “Ah!”  He reaches forward and ties it around one of Techno’s space buns. “There we go! Now you’re ready.”

Curious, Techno looks in the mirror. Around his left space bun, paired nicely with his pink hair, is a purple ribbon, tied into a small bow. It seems to be the perfect size. That’s one hell of a coincidence, if you ask him.

He looks back at Wilbur, an eyebrow raised. “Really?”

Wilbur beams at him and grabs his hand. “Let’s go!”

Together, they make their way through the backstage. Wilbur walks confidently, and techno tries to keep up, but he needs to be twice as quick to keep pace with his brother. It doesn’t help that he’s looking stubbornly at his feet, unable to face the other contestants who had succeeded in performing without a hitch. He doesn’t want to see their smirks and laughter and eyes that follow him, mocking him.

He already made enough fun of himself, thank you very much.

They get to the stage in time for Tommy to be manhandled off, all while fighting like a wild raccoon and saying so many swears, even the older kids on tech support have their ears covered in disbelief. The person dragging his little brother off stage pauses at the sight of him and Tommy stops fighting, snapping back to being the perfect angel.

“There you are!” Tommy exclaims, tugging his arm away and running to them. “Now knock them fucking dead, Big Man!” He gives Techno a tight hug before walking off with Wilbur, who gives him one last thumbs up before he leaves.

Techno takes one last deep breath before he goes on the stage.

It’s really quiet as he walks out, and he can almost feel the snickers at his shoe choice and jean choice and hairstyle, all very unconventional for a boy to be wearing. Someone in the audience coughs and he flinches as he takes center stage. His eyes flicker from audience member to audience member, all of them staring at him with bored eyes.

It’s so much pressure.

The longer he goes without performing, the more people start to get restless, and he feels bad because he’s wasting their time, but it seems his arms have been frozen with the same thing his legs were in the bathroom. Some members in the first-row whisper to each other about him and his cheeks start burning even more.

His arms aren’t moving. Why aren’t they moving?

He really needs his arms to move right now.

Please move. Please move. Please move.

Techno swallows, tears once again in his eyes. The audience blurs in front of him. His eyes flicker over them before they catch onto movement near the back. He pauses in his panic, confused.

Tommy’s shouting at someone, or at least trying to. Wilbur has his hand over his mouth and is staring up at him with an encouraging smile that widens when they lock eyes. Phil is there too, apparently choosing to ignore Tommy. He’s also looking at him with a smile, flashing him two thumbs up when his gaze lands on him. He mouths some words at him he can’t make out, but when he looks over at Wilbur again, he nods in agreement, so they must be some good words.

Techno breathes and closes his eyes.

Okay, okay. Calm down. You got this. You got this. You got this.

You got this.

He must’ve zoned out or something because all he remembers is the music and repeating the mantra of ‘you got this’ in his head over and over again until it’s all he could hear. And the next thing he knew, was that the music was done and the piece was finished, and the whole audience was silent. Belatedly, he realizes his eyes are still closed, and opens them, facing the audience, that’s still silent.

Techno rocks on his heels, the quiet crushing him.

“THAT’S MY BROTHER BITCHES!”

His head snaps up as Tommy shouts. His brother is sitting on Wilbur’s shoulders, hands raised in the air, whooping and clapping so hard it echoes around the room. Wilbur joins in after a moment with a whistle, and Phil follows suit with some more contained clapping, but with a proud smile on his face. The cheering makes the audience shift and all of them follow suit gradually until it’s a standing ovation.

Techno’s face warms even more—he wasn’t sure that was possible—and he runs off the stage before there’s any more embarrassment.

But something in his chest has lifted, and it continues to lift as he’s awarded the first-place award and his brothers pile onto him outside, as Phil corrals them all into a nice hug as he takes a selfie of them squished together, Techno smack in the middle. Something warm wraps around his heart and he knows that, despite everything, he wouldn’t change this for the world.

[wildflower-rain]

long post with just my musings about nothing. more a journal entry than anything else. all lighthearted stuff.

dont know if im in a mood but im considering stepping away from this blog and the internet in general for a bit.

been on here to much lately or something plus some other stuff. idk i may disappear briefly.

hesitant to do so because i think my unintentional attempt to keep stuff in this blog's queue is why my brain hasn't just rejected it. like thats not a big consideration point but it is there.

tbf there aren't many points here at all. i just kind of started thinking about this like two hours ago so yk, i may wake up and forget i said anything.

been less engaged in some ways anyway. and more in others. been on here for long periods but i normally try add a bit of commentary in the tags if only for my own memory and amusement. but i haven't seen much that ive really wanted reblog to begin with and ive had nothing to say about anything. also as i think i said in the last two posts here now i just dont have anything to say at the moment. nothing understandable and shareable at least. got real life stuff happening too. had a lot of work to do. and a lot of stress. not actually that much stress probably , not compared to normal because like every situation is a high stress situation to me. just how i work. but i may well be forgetting how stressed i've been. i'm not sure.

idk. this blog does help me sort out my brain some. which is a point to the the other side. this post is basically a journal entry. and thats really how i use this blog most of the time. rambling about random stuff. its more consistent than any journal i've kept or have tried to keep. wondering if it would be unreasonable to make a private sideblog to actually just use as a journal because apparently tumblr gets the thoughts out of me.

i should make a journal tag. maybe. i don't know. for some reason i have more faith in tumblr not losing all my stuff than my other digital note taking and journal stuff. and generally i think better in typing. i do have a physical journal. i just don't think as freely in it, my hand gets cramped or i cant write fast enough for my thoughts. so i like digital stuff. and apparently my brain sees tumblr as more likely to not lose my stuff and die than anywhere else. at least out of places that i like the format of. don't like the idea of dumping this all in a word doc for some reason. it would make more sense. i could stick things on a usb but no, instead here i am with my billion word tumblr post that anyone can see. maybe ill start copying things into word docs after the fact idk.

i dont know why im so afraid that all my shit will be deleted. i really havent lost that much digital stuff over the years, nothing important to me i dont think. not accounts, not saved info, not my own pieces of stuff.. maybe one or two things i dont remember. i dont know why i just dont trust stuff to not get lost becuase of some screw up. idk. its 3:30am i'm going to sleep now. i had more work to do but im tired and i need to do more stuff tomorrow so i might as well get some sleep.

goodnight tumblr. or goodmorning or whatever time it is when this gets released, imma queue it.

[nanlanmoarchived]

I actually wrote things today, guys! I did it! Lmao

I worked through most of my drafts and got them put into the queue. It should post everything over the next three days and hopefully I'll have time tomorrow to get on and post as well!

I'll start in the inbox next and go from there!

[dxfiedfxte]

I meant to do normal thread replies But was not expecting my dash commentary to catch so much attention at this hour. But it is not at all a bad thing, I'm actually very pleasantly surprised to see so many up still at 3 am (Over here anyway)

Thanks to everyone who participated (Anyone who missed I may type my reply to it tomorrow if I have time.) This was just the jump start I needed for my return tbh Crack posts or not, they definitely made my night. Feels great to be back, anyway as much as I'd love to keep doing crack shitposting, I really should at least try and queue a couple replies for tomorrow. I work a day shift 11 to 5:30 so I won't have much time before work.

I also made a proper rp schedule (Finally!) and I very much intend to put it to use at the start of next week. I'll make a follow-up post about that on Monday. That being said, this will probably be my last OOC post for the night. Depending on when I wake up, I'll see if I can add more to my queue. Have a great night everyone. Looking forward to being here again, on this blog and my other two active ones.

[dunefandomevents]

Dune Mini Bang 2023

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Writer Sign-Ups Open - May 1st - May 14th Check In 1 - June 14th Snippets Deadline - June 30th Artist Sign Up / Art Claims - July 1st - until all stories are claimed Check In 2 - July 14th Rough Draft Due - Aug 18th Posting Claims  - Aug 18th - Aug 25th Posting Schedule Announced - Aug 26th Final Drafts/Art Due - Aug 31st Posting Starts - Sept 3rd

GENERAL FAQ

Where can I post my fics/art? Stories and art can be posted to your own personal journal, Tumblr, ff-net, AO3, or wherever you like. For those of you with AO3 accounts, we will set up a collection that will go live on the day of the posting. If you don’t currently have an AO3 account but would like one, you can contact the mods for an invitation code to see if they have any available. You can also add yourself to the AO3 Invites Request queue.

For posting on other social media platforms, such as tumblr or twitter, please tag duneminibang2023 and @dunefandomevents , spread the word!

When do I start posting? We will open the posting date claims ahead of the close date. How many days it will be spread out will depend on how many writers we have signed up. If your story is multi-chaptered it does not need to be posted all at once, you should start posting chapters early so the story can be listed as completed by your posting date. You will be able to select a preference for where in the queue you are but ultimately your posting date will be selected by the moderation team.

What platform are these being advertised/posted on? AO3 will host the main archive collection - The collection will be created and ready to go for the Sept 3rd posting start date. Tumblr - Used for advertising signups and after posting starts we will cross post all stories to a masterlist. Twitter - Used for advertising signups and after posting starts we will be cross posting -  Linking AO3 collection / Tumblr masterpost. Reddit - Will be used for advertising signups.

The only account we really recommend to have is AO3 as it is the main collection but so long as you have somewhere you can post your story when it is completed and link it to us that is fine. If you do not already have an AO3 account and would like one please contact us on the discord server or send an email to duneminibang@gmail.com and we will see if anyone has an invitation code available.

What if I have issues or concerns with my artist/author? Sometimes authors and artists do not get along and this may cause problems with working together. If this happens to be the case with you, please email or contact the mods on Discord and we will try to do what we can so that everyone has a chance to have fun!

If you have not heard from your author/artist in some time after trying to contact them, you can reach out to us via email/discord and we will try to get in touch with them for you.

Extensions? I am pretty attached to the idea of starting posting on the anniversary of the Dune Premiere at the Venice Film Festival on Sept 3rd but if you really really need one please email the mods as soon as possible. One easy option would be to select one of the later posting dates but if that doesn't work we may allow a few extra days.

Can I drop out? We have high hopes that everybody who signs up can actually finish the round and share in the joy of the reveal with us, but real life can unfortunately get in the way and we completely understand! If you feel like you just cannot finish in time and no amount of assistance from us can help you, just let us know by asap! Ideally we would wish to know before artist claims have opened.

Is it possible to be banned? Yes it is. The following events will result in being removed from the event and a one event ban on next year; Lying about your age in order to gain access to the 18+ content Hate on another participant for their ship/character/content - we are allowing ALL content for the mini bang. Hate on another participant for any reason really Failure to meet the event requirements

WRITER FAQ

What are the word count requirements? Stories for this event should have a minimum word count of 5000 words. There is no official maximum word count but keep in mind the story must be completed and ready for posting by the due date. Ideally we are asking for the stories in this event to be brand new, started and finished during the course of the event. If you would like to enter with an existing WIP we ask that you do not post any updates to the story until the event has finished.

Allowable story types; Prose, screenplay, poetry, podfic, or a translation of an existing story. One-shot or multi chaptered. So long as the 5k word count is reached then it is good to go.

What is Allowed? It is open to all duniverses/adaptations, any rating or pairing. This includes OCs and Y/N stories though we want to warn authors that those kinds of stories have historically been hard to get an artist claim. If you are able to provide references such as face claims that would be great, or if after consulting with your artists they may choose not to include the OCs at all. These extra details should be submitted with your snippet submissions. Open to AUs or crossovers with other fandom universes but we require that the main character or cast of characters be from Dune.

Ex 1. Original Main Character set in the Dune Universe with the cast of Dune characters along for the ride. A-OK. Ex 2. Paul Atreides gets teleported to the Star Wars Universe and is now a Jedi. A-OK.

If you are not sure if your concept will be allowed please feel free to message mods ahead of time.

What is Not Allowed? At this time we are saying yes to everything. ((except the scenario mentioned above)) Yes, EVERYTHING (even incest pairings), so long as your story is appropriately tagged. Like tag all the things, over tag, cannot have too many tags. Please keep in mind if you are using a pairing or a trope/kink which is considered controversial that you might receive negative feedback after posting or struggle to get an artist claim.

How many stories can I submit? We are limiting entries to one per writer but your story may be multi-chaptered so long as all chapters are completed by September 1st and has been fully uploaded by the assigned posting date.

What are check-ins? These are a way for us to see what you’ve been up to and for you to make sure you’re still on track. It will give you a little nudge/reminder if you need it, but they are not compulsory. A form will be emailed out to the address you provided at sign up and posted to the discord server.

We will not be mandating a certain percentage completed between each check in but a good goal point would be; check in 1 = 30% story written, check in 2 = 60% and rough draft due = 80%

What are snippets? We are requesting 2 snippets from each author, 500 words maximum each for artists to use for artist claims. They can be from any section of your story. Literally, just copy and paste a few paragraphs into a document and send it to us. You should also include any visual references needed if your story contains an original character which you may want your artist to incorporate. They can be submitted via email anytime after the event starts until the snippet due date on June 30th.

Once claims have been finished we will be emailing, and posting on discord the final pair ups.

This year we are allowing Writers to find an artist prior to registration and have their concept pre-claimed. If this is the case then a snippet is not required. You just need to provide us with the artist's name when you sign up and they will need to complete the artist sign up when the time comes.

Rough draft requirements? For the rough drafts, stories should be at least 80% complete. You will not have to turn them in to us, just assure us that you are at that point. Anything less is at the discretion of the mods and those authors should speak to one of the mods asap. We will help you as much as possible to ensure the story gets completed on time.

What is, and do I need, a beta? A beta is basically a person who goes over your work to make sure that there are no spelling/grammatical errors and they can even be of assistance in helping you with story lines, etc. It is highly recommended that a beta looks over your work before posting. If you are having trouble finding a beta, try the event discord server. Don't wait too long to go looking though!

[thenewgradianhq]

WELCOME TO GRADIAN VILLAGE.

So, the name Gradian Village may sound a little familiar. The old version of the main was found at GRADIANVILLAGE-RP, and we’ve actually been around for a long time — over 6 years now in fact, to be specific. Of course, we’ve closed and re-open on a good few occasions due to changes in personal life affecting how dedicated I could be to running it. The fourth and current version, restarted on a new blog so it was nice and fresh, open in August last year, and was opened privately to old members with no activity rules or limits, in fact with pretty much no rules at all. We all missed the group, but we were all so busy with work and our personal lives, and so opening the group in this way worked for everyone, and not having activity limits to worry about meant no one’s muse suffered from the pressure.

However, to keep things a bit fresh, we’ve decided to temporarily open up our doors and go public, allowing anyone to apply for a character here, if there is any outside interest. This won’t be forever, we’ll only be accepting a limited amount of new members should we have anyone that is actually interested in joining and then will be closing to private again as none of us want to get overwhelmed with replies, and myself with updates on the main.

Tonight, i’ll be taking the time to set up an application, refresh the guidelines, and queue ads, ready to hopefully go public in the tags tomorrow and see if we catch anyone’s interest.

As mentioned above, we don’t have any rules on things like activity. You don’t get pulled up on an activity check if you haven’t posted for a set amount of time, you are free to post and reply as and when you want to. The most you’ll ever get is a private message from myself or Leanna just to check in if we notice you haven’t been around for an extended period of time.

With the prospect of new members, this isn’t going to change. The no activity limit was set for everyone’s best interests, and it’s still in everyone else’s and my own best interests for things to stay this way. As for the last 6 months, it will still just be a case of get online when you can, and just keep me clued in if you’re going to be absent for a significant amount of time.

In fact, accepting new members pretty much won’t impact anything other than giving us some more great characters to interact and write with. Nothing else is going to change on the main, especially my expectations for activity levels.

SO! With all of that being said, hopefully once we’re all set up and ready to go public, we’ll have some new members to welcome into our little group! If any of our existing members have anyone they think may be interested, please extend our page to them to check out! We’re only accepting a limited amount of new members, so depending on level of interest, those spaces might go quicker than anticipated!

While I start getting things set up, see below for some useful links to our HQ!

USEFUL LINKS:

HOME PAGE

BASIC PLOT

FULL PLOT

GUIDELINES [currently being reviewed/refreshed]

MASTERLIST

TAKEN FCs

TOWN MAP

BEHIND THE CHARACTERS

ADMIN TEAM

GOT A QUERY?:

If there’s anything you’d like to know about, click HERE to find our ask box, or alternatively, message the main blog for my Discord!

[tco-old]

Happy New Year!

Time to make some arrangements, of sorts.

Part of my own resolutions for the coming year is to become a bit more organized, in general. And one thing that definitely needs that treatment, in my eyes, is this blog.

I kinda had a more... sophisticated concept of this blog when I made it. Namely having stuff a bit more consistent when it comes to my own posts—stuff like weekly things—but between just getting my footing on the blog, having other responsibilities, *cough* and the Bowuigi brain rot *cough*, it all kinda got away from me.

So! I'm just generally gonna try and start instating stuff that happens a bit more regularly. For instance, I might start trying to spread out my Posts from the Universe a bit more so they're not just in huge clumps all the time. Maybe I'll actually try using the queue function for once in my life.

I've also got some plans in mind for some things I'll be implementing as weekly/biweekly posts—and one of those should be having it's first post tomorrow!

So, hopefully, this blog should be a bit becoming a bit less eclectic from here going forward! Let's see if I can keep that promise! ☆

[hawkinslibrary]

think i’m gonna start posting here again tomorrow

[ravs6709]

Every time I look at the name of this book I crave fried plantain. Probably because the book is called frying plantain, but still. I just really like plantain