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quodekash · 11 months

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this is me putting all the thoughts i had while watching star in my mind for the first time into one post, because originally i reblogged the same post over and over again adding new thoughts and it takes a million years to scroll past, so yeah. here they all are, in one place, and i can finally delete all of those posts.

also, if you’re curious about the timeline, this was all posted on the 5th of march within 8 hours. and i had like a solid three, maybe four hours in the middle there where i didn’t have my laptop to watch it. so... yeah.

anyway, press the keep reading if you dare, good luck.

finally binging star in my mind, wish me luck

#technically i can only watch a bit of it cos im going out in a little over an hour#but im starting it and i might get super invested and finish it tonight

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WINNY??? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?? I DIDNT KNOW HE WAS IN THIS ONE

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*asdf voice* hEy! you two should kiss!

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THIS INTRO IS BEAUTIFUL OMG

i already know im gonna cry watching this

gosh darnnit

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S A T A N G

ILY SATANG

WITH ALL MY SOUL

GJRGNKTRHTUIOHUTH

#he hasnt even had any lines yet but im ready for him to become my favourite character

(this is future me here and, yes, past me, he did in fact become your favourite character)

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no wait am i gonna get attached to these two

#i didnt ask for a side couple#low-key hoping they aren't actually a ship just for the sake of my mental health

(future me here again: THEY ARE BUT THEY ARENT AND I KIND OF GOT WHAT I HOPED FOR BUT ALSO WHYYYYYYY)

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HI SATANG ILY

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at least one of them is a lesbian. surely.

#if theyre not canonically then they are in my mind because women

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SATANG’S CAHRACTER’S NAME IS SEAN AND I CANT STOP LAUGHING

#something about it is just so funny to me#funny in the same way that all the msp actors' names#you've got awesome names like gemini and ford and satang and captain#and then theres just. mark.

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PLS HIS SMILE IS SO FUNNY

did you just fracture your skull? :DD

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BRO I GET THAT YOU’RE WHIPPED BUT THERE WAS NO REASON TO GET THAT CLOSE TO HIM

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arE YOU TELLING HIM THAT BECAUSE YOU’RE JEALOUS??

#gosh darnnit im already invested in these two#at least the soundwin brainworms will have some company

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BECAUSE HE’S FREAKING JEALOUS I KNEW IT

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BRO YOU’VE ALWAYS GOT YOUR ARM AROUND HIM

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wHAT

THAT WAS FREAKING QUICK??

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“just when he appears to be drowning, the waves wash him to shore. he survives for a brief moment before the waves sweep him back into the ocean. no matter how hard he tries, he’ll never be able to swim well. he cant even resist these little waves. he just never can...”

BRO THIS MATCHES SO FREAKING WELL WITH MY SOUNDWIN WAVES-WIND ANALOGY THINGY THATS AWESOME also im crying

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HELL YES

what the flip does that mean

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NEVER FEAR, THE OISHI ICE TEA IS HERE

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hEy! you two should kiss!

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HE’S SO WHIPPED THIS IS AMAZING

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HIS FOND LITTLE SMILE- I CANT

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hEy! you two should kiss!

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“have you been my boyfriend before? how do you know im a sh***y boyfriend?”

IS THAT A CHALLENGE

ARE YOU ASKING HIM OUT

PLS LET THAT BE YOU ASKING HIM OUT

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BRO

AND NUEA IS SO FOCUSED ON DRAWING HE DOESNT EVEN NOTICE WHATS HAPPENING

BRIUGRUGRBGR I LOVE THIS

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is this an indirect kiss i see

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hey man you’re on the wrong bed

also THATS A REALLY FREAKING GOOD DRAWING OH MY GOODNESS HES SO TALENTED

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HE FREAKING KNOWS

(gaydar coming in clutch)

#side note: satang's dimple means literally everything to me

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friends, enemies, and everything in between, we have found our captain

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he knows what hes doing and i love him so much for it

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let the man ship in peace

also you’re wrong btw

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THE COMPETITION HAS ARRIVED

(hi, future me here again, im deeply ashamed with what ive said here, im pretty sure all of us were initially under the impression that fah was some kind of romantic interest. i didnt have the slightest inkling of knowledge that they were brothers, and knowing that now, id just like to apologise for, uh. this.)

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he’s never backing down

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this is such a mood

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HAH

and sean pretending he didnt see anything is pure gold omg i love him

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CALLED OUT BY THE MOTHER

also welcome to part 9768 of Mothers I Would Like To Adopt Me Please

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HE’S SO WHIPPED I LOVE IT

also i love her

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IM OKAY IM OKAY IM OKAY IM OKAY

#maybe if i say it enough times itll come true

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GIJRKRKHBR SEAN SEEING KLUEN GIVE HIS FLOWERS TO NUEA IS FREAKING HILARIOUS JBEHGBRHRGB I LOVE HIM MORE THAN I CAN EXPRESS

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this show is as bad as merlin

every single character in merlin has had a crush on merlin, gwen, or both

every single character in this show has had a crush on nuea, kluen, or both

#mostly nuea but still

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ive just realised, we’ve reached the obligatory beach episode!

#yayyyyy

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HE’S SO ATTENTIVE GJRNHGBRHBG I LOVE HIM SO FREAKING MUCH

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IM CRYING HER REACTION IS SO FUNNY

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SEANS BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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okay so ive finished the show now

final thoughts:

I LOVE THE SUNFLOWER THING RHJBFHRJB

theyre so happy and fluffy and sweet and cute and good vibes and ghfghgfbhf i love them

i cant wait to binge fah and prince’s show soon

IM SO MAD THAT THEY DIDN’T MAKE SEAN AND MAITHEE A CANONICAL COUPLE. THEY GOT SO CLOSE. THEY WERE VERY CLEARLY TEASING IT. ILL GIVE ALL MY EVIDENCE IF I NEED TO (i doubt i will tho cos someone definitely already has, im nearly a year late to this show lmao), BUT IT WAS SO CLEAR THE WHOLE TIME THAT SEAN IS WHIPPED. ILL FREAKING TAKE THIS TO COURT IF I HAVE TO

conclusion: that was a good show and i would probably rewatch it if i needed a short one to take up my time on a boring day, but it wasn’t quite as good as bbs or msp (but honestly what is?)

i did like it tho and im excited to consume fan content over the next couple of days

#its not gonna take over my life tho#not nearly as bad as msp or bbs in terms of brainworms#but i did enjoy the episode#im gonna go to bed now

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wELL. that was exhausting.

i managed to keep the tumblr spamming to a low as i got through the last few episodes, but thats only because i was spamming my friends.

im glad ive done this, its been bugging me for a while

okay buh-bye now, have a good day, if anyone actually read through this, uh. wow. i want to give you a hug for suffering through all that, jeez

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gatorkid509 · 1 year

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I posted 86 times in 2022

That's 22 more posts than 2021!

19 posts created (22%)

67 posts reblogged (78%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@momolady

@thecaffeinebookwarrior

@gatorkid509

@far-side-skies

@gothamcitycentral

I tagged 34 of my posts in 2022

#storm hawks - 20 posts

#sticker album - 7 posts

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles - 4 posts

#rottmnt - 4 posts

#my art - 3 posts

#stickers - 3 posts

#repo mantis - 3 posts

#storm hawks oc challenge - 3 posts

#rise of the tmnt - 2 posts

#repton - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 98 characters

#even thought i now think it's portrayal of killer croc is one of the characters poorer adaptations

My Top Posts in 2022:

A preview of some Storm Hawks redesigns of the Raptors, I've noticed the Raptors never really get a chance to be re imagined by other SH artists despite being very well liked in the fandom, but that's all going to change thanks to me.

Here's the 4 preview sketches! Not full body because I want that to be a surprise.

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12 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

Finally got a chance to enter @far-side-skies Bird Month Challenge, I’ve attempted to participate before, but usually stopped either due to art block, not finishing on time and work. But this month I was determined to actually do the art challenge, and now I have and I defiantly want participate in future Bird Moth Challenges( Assuming I don’t quit half way through -_-; ) And yes, I did color it traditionally with my markers since I’m still figuring out my new drawing tablet and a new art program. So I had to be really careful when I was coloring, as well as trying to find the right colors to fit this months Sea Hawk theme.

So allow me to introduce the famous Atmosian film star Calliope Pandion.

Age: Reported to be around her late 30s( She doesn’t like sharing her real age)

Home Terra: Terra Atmosia

Bio:

Beautiful and very talented, Calliope actually had a pretty rough start to her acting career, taking bit roles and rarely getting a speaking part. But her big break came when a then unknown movie director Carmilla de Luna chose Calliope for her then upcoming movie Desert Heat, a romantic film that needed a beautiful actress to star along side the male Raptor lead. When they finished filming and the film was released, it was a huge hit with audiences( Mainly with human women) and propelled Calliope to stardom. Since then she had starred in multiple films, and has continued to act in more of Carmilla’s films since they both wouldn’t have gotten famous without one another. And with Carmilla, she has been dubbed as “ The Woman Mates With Monsters” by her fans( Her mainly human fans) due to a lot of her films having other species as her love interests. Their are however rumors that she actually hates working with actors and directors of a different species and treats her co stars badly behind the camera and Carmilla’s back, but they have yet to be proven.

Trivia:

- She has starred in about 42 movies in her 10+ years as an actress.

- While she does have many fans, she does have her haters, may of which are of the different species of Atmos that criticize how their species are depicted in her films( One Blizzarian hater stated that the film Eternal Snow had depicted Blizzarians saying “Hoser” to many times.)

And that’s Calliope, the idea of a famous actress in Atmos that’s secretly against other species has actually been on my mind for months, as well as @uncertainty5‘s BMC OC AVADA also giving me inspiration as well.( And no, I don’t think Calliope would work in one of AVADA’s movies since not only she’s heard he mainly makes propaganda films for Cyclonia, but also because he’s a Merb.

And Carmilla de Luna is a female parody of actual director Guillermo del Toro.

I hope you guys like( or hate) Calliope, I had fun drawing her and again, I’m so glad to finally have a chance to enter @far-side-skies Bird Month Challenge.

And good luck to all the other artist who are participating

12 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

Mission to Find Lost Storm Hawks Stickers almost half way achieved!!!!

Look what came in the mail today!!

The Stickers for the Storm Hawks Sticker Album!!!

I bought them of of ebay from who I believe also sold me one of the sticker albums, they were selling them as a sort of "mystery bags" and I brought them mainly because I was curious to what they are. And I did not expect them to contain the SH Stickers at all.

Though as you can tell, 5 of them are cut in half, possibly due to them being bigger then the custom mystery bags or they're made to be like that. And I don't know what's going on with the Sky Knight council sticker, it looks really weird.

Still, I'm glad I finally got my hands on some of the actual stickers since, like I've said before, they are really rare and hard to come by.

I know I should be filling the sticker album with them, but I don't think I want to, mainly because they look so good on their own. Maybe put them on my wall via thumb tacks/push pins since I don't want to simply stick them on my wall since it would be very hard to take them off. I'm not sure yet.

Also I totally fan girled when I saw the Murk Raiders sticker since they are my favorite Squadron next to the Raptors.

13 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

Yeah, I fell back into one my very first fandoms, The Batman a.k.a. an underrated gem that gave use some of the best designed villains, one of the best versions of Batman, and some of the best episodes. Though it does have a lot of flaws( I still hate that they made Poison Ivy a teen just so she can have a connection to TB Barbara. They could have obivously made Ivy a botany teacher who turns bad, I know student/teacher friendships aren't seen as much in media because of student/teacher relationships, while controversial, are more widely known, but it's still possible)

Sorry, back to subject, I absolutely love the Team Penguin episode, something about this group of Gotham misfits banding together because Penguin saw a movie about teamwork just gives me the feels, and it makes me wish they teamed up again just for fun.( Maybe without Penguin because that means they can use either Firefly or Ragdoll's names for the group, The Gotham Gangsters/ Villains United sound much more cool) and it would mean more screen time for Ragdoll and Killer Moth as they didn't really get much screen time after that episode( Ragdoll made a slight cameo in Rumors and Killer Moth got a mention, which sucks as I find his mutanted form adorable and so fluffy!!!)

So for this drawing, I was curious about whether or not Killer Moth has instincts of a moth since he's now mutated into one, and I couldn't help but think he would unintentionally annoy Team Penguin with his new habits of chewing on their clothes and attraction to bright lights( an irony because Ragdoll makes jokes if Killer Moth has these abilities when they first meet). I'd imagine he would fly behind Firefly because of Firefly's jetpack emitting a bright yellow glow and trying to get close to it that they would crash into one another when he gets too close.( And he's definitely going to apologize for it since he can't help it.)

So yeah, here he is chewing on Ragdoll's sweater, I did color it with markers and you can definitely tell I did a pretty botched job at coloring KM's fluff, mainly his neck fluff as it looks too close of a color to his outer fluff, and I made part of his antennes. I also botched Ragdoll's colors to despite having the right browns for him, I made the left patch too dark so that hides his x shaped eyes( Speaking of which, how does Ragdoll see with those X shaped eyes on his costume? do they have tiny holes that let him see? This has been bugging me since I first saw him). I took a picture of the sketch just before I colored it just in case I botched it with markers( And of course I did) so expect a digitally colored version eventually.

Though I do have to say, I did get them pretty accurate to how they look in the show, Moth was, of course, really hard because of the fact I don't usually draw insects, but his fluff was really fun to draw. And Ragdoll was surprisingly easy for me, maybe it's because he's not as complex as other versions of him.

And might I add that Team Penguin was very close to becoming an all animal themed team if they included an acrobatics villain with an animal theme. Though I will let it slide as the only other animal themed villain that knows acrobatics is Catwoman and I don't think Penguin was willing to ask her join due to the last time the 2 teamed up.

Now I want to write headcannons for Team Penguin, doubt I'll actually do it, but who knows.

And so, I think that's pretty much it, tell me what you think.

18 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Guess what came in the mail today!!!

A official Storm Hawks Sticker Album!!!!!

I saw on the official Storm Hawks Wiki that there was a photo of a sticker album cover that was released in I believe Germany by a company called Panini. I thought " Whoa! Cool!!" And immediately went to eBay to see if someone was selling one! And their were two!! Both from different sellers, and I bought from both because I have no self control!( Actually the one you see here was more pricey, the other less pricey one with hopefully arrive in about a week, but I'm a bit concerned since they didn't give a tracking number, I hopefully find out soon)

And when I opened it I was both amazed and confused.

Amazed because I was looking at years worth of unseen pages that went right under Storm Hawks Fans noses.

And confused because they're wasn't any sheets that included the stickers like most sticker books I've seen/had, most of them either have the stickers at the end or in the middle. Does that mean I have to do more hunting for the actual stickers? UGGGGGHHHH!!!!!! Nooooo!!! I actually wanted those stickers!!

But... on the bright side, it has a POSTER!!!!!!

See the full post

26 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Didn't think this year was that special for me #or that this review thing works

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gaoau · 4 months

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Kissing with my feelings, kissing with my thoughts

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With the days rolling by, [Name] almost lost track of herself. She tried a little harder to keep an eye out for the amount of food in Ai's bowl. She forced herself to become more attentive at her job and pitch in with those ideas she never dared bring up. She put in some more effort to gaze at the colors surrounding her for a bit longer. Sometimes all she saw was blue.

It was enough for her.

As she walked out of the building, a folder and papers in one arm, her other hand busy with her phone, she heard her name being called. She stopped in her tracks and craned her neck backwards. A co-worker caught up to her, jogging. "[Surname]-san!" she called out once more as she came to a halt before [Name]. "We're going out for some drinks, would you like to come?"

[Name] followed her pointing thumb towards the group of people by the office doors, awaiting her reply. She blanked at the opportunity, at the offer to interact with minds of her own—similar, but not the same, so different. Truthfully, she hadn't taken the time to relax and drink the night away in so long she couldn't even recall the date. And truthfully, this spontaneous invitation came out of nowhere. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea to engage with more people.

A smile grew on her face as she fully turned to address her co-worker. She didn't remember her name. She didn't remember her like how she remembered Chifuyu and Kazutora. Years of working in the same office, but she had better awareness of two men she'd met little over a month before. She wasn't fine with that; she didn't like it.

So despite it not being a bad idea, [Name] remembered Chifuyu before she thought of anything else. The painting he had commissioned, and then the dog he trusted in her hands. All the trust. Yeah, she had to get home to Ai first. "Can I take a raincheck on that one? I'm a bit busy today."

Her co-worker blinked back at her, almost surprised. "Oh. Yes, of course. Maybe next week?"

"That sounds good. I'll see you guys on Monday."

"Alright. Have a good weekend, [Surname]-san."

"You too." She wanted to reply back with her name, but it really didn't pop up in her memory no matter how hard she tried. She sent a wave towards the rest of her colleagues, receiving the same amount—if not more—enthusiasm when they waved back. It caught her off guard more than she expected. She definitely needed to try a little harder with them as well.

Through the door to her apartment, [Name] could hear the expectant excitement oozing out of Ai as he tapped his nails on the floor. He had already become conscious of the melody of her keys by the time she came home and it became a part of his own routine. When she finally opened the door, he greeted her with a dance on his hind legs while she welcomed him into her arms. He fit so snugly, so perfectly. [Name] was meant to hold him now and forever.

She placed him back on the floor after enough baby-talking. As per usual, movements already ingrained in her muscle memory, she flung her folders, her bag, and her shoes onto their designated organized messes. She browsed through her fridge to make a mental note for groceries. She had an energy bar as a snack before dinner. She changed out of her work clothes. She did the dishes from the previous night. Ai followed her around as she attempted everything in her power to show no fear.

But she was still terrified of the ginormous canvas sitting at the dinner table.

Taking a seat across from it, [Name] forced herself to think clearly. There was no way she could possibly work on something so stupidly gigantic. What was she meant to draw on it? A landscape? A portrait? A collage? Dots and lines and squares and call it abstract?

It had been running through her mind for the past few days, but she couldn't decide. She couldn't settle for an adequate measure of how bad of an idea it was. Some days she found it was fine, and others she wanted to punt herself into the moon for ever thinking she could think. Crumpled post-it notes and ripped pieces of paper littered the floor around it in a circle, ready for a ritual to summon the gods of inspiration—or the devils.

The more she stared at it, the less she understood what she was glaring at. Her thoughts circled around her head one after the other in a loop. Landscape, portrait, fruit, flowers, abstract, shapes, angles, angels, devils, animals, fish, dogs, Ai—oh, Chifuyu.

That was right. She shook her head to expel her obsessions from her mind. Chifuyu had commissioned her. If there was anything she should prioritize, it was the man with high expectations of her. It was no healthy motivation, but it was the most she could do to keep herself grounded. She found the thought of Chifuyu always grounded her.

Somehow, with the strength of a thousand dying warriors, [Name] managed to tear her eyes away from the disgustingly huge canvas waiting for dinner to be served. She caught a glimpse of Ai's pitying eyes gazing at her with curiosity. A smile crawled onto her lips. She knelt to sink her fingers into his fur. He closed his eyes in glee.

"If it weren't for you, bubs…" her voice died off into the silence. She wasn't too sure how to finish that sentence. She wasn't too sure she even could. Ai peered up at her as if he understood. Maybe he did. "Yeah, you're right," she chuckled to herself.

Another canvas waited for her in its stand. It was the right size for the wall Chifuyu wanted to decorate. She took a comfortable seat before it, her various supplies in reach as she gathered all her creativity. It didn't need to be perfect; she simply needed to start.

A cat. Chifuyu wanted a cat. A black cat. Very simple, easy, accessible, something she could work with as if she had done it a billion times before. Add black onto the white to create something, to build upon the jarring nothingness with contrasting tones of ink and acrylic. There was no need to think about values or tones or cohesion among the colors. It was just black. It was all welcoming and common.

Her eyes remained glued to the blank canvas screaming back at her. She tried picturing the cat in her head. She tried to remember the one she'd poorly drawn on a spare piece of paper that Chifuyu had given her. She tried her best to think of what a cat looked like.

She really didn't know what a cat looked like.

Which was fair. She didn't own a cat, and even if she did, it didn't guarantee she could replicate it accordingly. Only having a general idea of what the animal's features were shaped like wasn't quite enough to slap it into paint.

Finally, she gave in to her struggles and reached for her phone. If anything, she could browse the Internet for any sort of reference to actually draw a cat. The anatomy, the distance between the different elements of its face, the curves and straight lines, the reflection of the light on the fur. The eyes. The pigments in the eyes. The blue eyes Chifuyu had asked for.

"Ah, man, this is harder than I thought…" she muttered in distress, bringing her finger up to her mouth. She chewed at the skin on the corner of her nails. Image after image of different cats traveled down her screen. She hummed, "D'you think I should ask…?" It was an idea. She didn't know how good of an idea it was. She didn't know if it was an excuse as well. Her pondering hum morphed into a growl.

Before she could bite her own finger off, an incoming call startled her out of her wits. She blinked dumbfounded at the caller ID displaying on her screen out of the blue. Her eyes refused to focus out of her concentration. It was late at night on a Saturday. The kanji were blurry as she tried to read and make sense out of them.

"Oh, it's Chifuyu-san! What the—?" She shook her head without finishing her own thought. Her finger swiped on instinct to answer the call. "Hello, Chifuyu-san! How are you?!"

"Good night, [Name]-san. I'm doing good, how are you?"

"I'm…" She glanced quickly at the fuming canvas before her. A tight smile grew on her face. She laughed at herself. "I'm good, too, thanks for asking."

"Anytime. Sorry to bother you so late, but I just remembered Ai's tag."

Confusion pushed through in her questioning hum. Her eyes scanned the room to find the mentioned puppy sleeping beside her feet. The tightness of her awkward smile dissipated into endearment. He had a bed of his own but he stuck by her side, lying on the hard floor. It really felt like he understood. She slipped her phone onto her other hand, wondering out loud, "Ai's tag?"

Chifuyu chuckled through the speaker. "His nametag. Remember?"

Oh, yeah, the nametag. "Oh, yeah, the nametag."

"Yeah, we set an order for it almost two months ago. I'm sorry it took so long."

But as Chifuyu blabbered apologies [Name] didn't need nor would ever dare ask for, the gears in her brain turned at speeds they'd never reached before. Names, names, names. There was so much behind names. Matsuno Chifuyu. [Surname] [Name]. Ai. Matsuno for wilderness and a vast forest of pine trees. [Surname] for an identity so out of reach. Ai for love and pondering and the color of the sky.

Her glower burned through the empty canvas. It held so much vigor, she should've seen herself. She would've surprised herself.

Instantly, she scrambled. She sprang onto her feet, alarming the sleeping Ai by her side. She whispered an apology to him and then remembered Chifuyu on the phone while darting across the room. "Oh, yeah. Okay, Chifuyu-san, thanks for the reminder. When would you—" She bit her tongue when she slammed her finger on a drawer. It didn't stop her from rummaging through all her belongings. "When would you like me to come get it?"

"Are you okay, [Name]-san?"

She chortled into her phone. Why the fuck couldn't she find a spare piece of paper? "Yeah, just looking for something."

"Oh, alright." He sounded so amused in the little chuckles that slipped. "Well, whenever you're free to get it, you can just give me a call and I'll wait for you."

[Name] hummed, "That wo—No, actually—Fuck, where—? Oh!" She barely caught sight of forgotten post-it notes across her shelf. "Found 'em!" Immediately, she snatched a nearby pen and began scribbling the kanjis for Chifuyu's name. "Do you think I could come snap some pictures of cats for reference? I told you cat anatomy is weird. Their heads are just… odd."

"Are they?" In his own room, Chifuyu turned to analyze the shape of Peke J's face.

[Name] creeped behind the disgustingly ginormous canvas at the dinner table. "Try drawing one." Taking a deep breath, she slapped the post-it note on it as if she were killing a bug. For later reference.

"Fair enough. Then, would you like to come a bit before I open? Since I open later than usual tomorrow."

A closed, empty shop just for the two of them. For peace and calm and pictures she needed. She shook her head. "Oh, no, I wouldn't want to take up time from your late morning. I can just drop by when you open."

"It's no problem," he reassured, and [Name] could swear she was hearing his soothing smile through each of his words. "I commissioned you, so if you need some help, it's only natural I give you a hand."

[Name] didn't agree. Not really. It wasn't only natural to help her out. Creating the painting and finding the suitable resources to bring it to completion was all part of her job, her obligation. But Chifuyu was just nice like that. He held so much genuine kindness in him; so much aid he was willing to offer to someone like her without a second thought. The moment she couldn't walk by herself, Chifuyu held out his hand for her. It was the simplest of things. She felt her chest tighten at his softness.

Noticing her silence, he let out another quiet chuckle to bring her attention back to him. "I'll be waiting for you early tomorrow, then. Don't leave me hanging, [Name]-san."

She wouldn't dare. There was no protesting. "I—Well, okay, then."

"And you can bring Ai with you."

"Oh—Okay. I—I'll see you tomorrow."

"Have a good night, [Name]-san."

"You too, Chifuyu-san."

By the time she removed her phone from her ear, she couldn't look straight at Ai pawing at her feet. He seemed so blurry. Why did he seem so blurry? Her heart felt so sore after so little use, and now it burst with how full Chifuyu's kindness made her feel. She was starting to like the sound of his name.

She settled on the floor to welcome Ai into her embrace. Her tears vanished into his fur. He didn't mind it a bit.

Chifuyu unlocked the door for her, instantly cooing at the dog in her arms. The puppy began running on thin air in an attempt to rush towards Chifuyu. [Name] dropped to the ground so she could allow Ai to break free without flinging him like a cat. He was more than welcome against Chifuyu's apron, and he allowed his tongue to run all over his face as a greeting. [Name] laughed as she fiddled with her camera.

With the bundle of energy following behind him, Chifuyu reached towards the counter for the nametag. He displayed it for both [Name] and Ai to see, as if the dog understood what it was. "We have a gift for the handsome boy." And sometimes it really felt like he understood with the way he barked in response.

Chifuyu knelt to get access to Ai's collar. He was not only a handsome boy, but also quite polite as he stood still, letting the man clasp the metal piece as jewelry. [Name] spared a glance at the window to catch the people walking the streets toward their destinations. She noticed the sunlight pouring in at a perfect angle. When she turned back to Chifuyu, the light was bathing him in a golden hue of comfort.

She snapped a picture of the two of them without thinking.

"There, all done!" Chifuyu grinned to himself, admiring his own work. Ai seemed to smile back at him as he shivered in excitement. His grin turned towards [Name] while he rose from the floor.

Simultaneously, she knelt to Ai's level. "Come here, boy, lemme see." He approached instantly at the sound of her voice. He recognized boy more than he did his own name. "You sure look handsome with this now, bubs."

She traced the strokes engraved on the metal with her fingertips. Eighteen strokes to become Ai; for self-pondering, for reflection, for the sky on a hopeless and rainy night, for ai love you, and for love itself. Ai for all the things [Name] needed to remind herself. Ai for the reason she was alive after walking aimlessly for so long. Ai for how sore her heart felt now that she was putting it to use again. Sometimes, appreciation and empathy starts with a tiny, little puppy.

She returned her attention to Chifuyu as he beamed down at her so brightly, agreeing Ai looked so handsome. She couldn't put into words or ideas just how glad she was that he forced her to drop by the shop early. "Thanks again, Chifuyu-san." Moments with nothing more than him and Ai were all she could ask for. She didn't need more, but she wouldn't settle for less—not that he would allow her. There were no disruptions and she could enjoy the peace and joy in Chifuyu's mind to the fullest.

Sometimes, appreciation starts with a puppy. Sometimes, a man is what follows.

Her eyes shot wide open at her own thoughts. Molten lava replaced the blood in her veins, rushing to her face in an eruption of embarrassment. She darted away from the puppy and Chifuyu's gaze in a split second. Her camera and the cats set up for adoption were a perfect distraction from her insides burning up.

Chifuyu's voice blended with Ai's curious paws as one chatted her ear off and the other explored. It really was a lot more lovely than she had bargained for. If the two of them would allow her selfishness, she didn't want to settle for anything less.

#Raison d'Être #Tokyo Revengers #Matsuno Chifuyu #Chifuyu #Matsuno Chifuyu x Reader #Chifuyu x Reader #Tokyo Revengers x Reader #tokrev #tokrev x reader

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Black Skinhead

Lots of people talking about how Kanye is playing 4D chess right now, that he's "freeing his soul" and all of this is planned. Now, I'm not going to say that it isn't. I've never known someone so focused on their craft to be this sloppy. Mans said he wanted to change rap, he did that. Mans said he wanted to change fashion, he did. Mans said he wanted to get out of his contracts, he did. How he did that last one is what everyone is baling on this cat over. If we give the dude the pass on the antisemitic sh*t, just for argument, what's left is a whole ass hypocrite. This man is out here spitting in the faces of the people who got him where he is, black folks, and his die-hards are eating this sh*t up. Why? Bro, i love Kanye. I do. Those first five albums are classics. Through the Wire and Mr. Brightside got me back into music after MTV burned me out. Dude put Cudi, my personal favorite rapper, on. 808s and Heartbreaks, for better or worse, has informed and ENTIRE generation of rappers. One could argue that album is just Ye doing his best impression of Cudi but i digress. Mans has wrote hit after hit. Those Red Octobers are some of the dopest shoes ever made! And then this goofy motherf*cker decides to never take his meds again, throw on a MAGA hat, and hang out with Candace Owens while wearing a White Lives Matter shirt? Word? What the f*ck would his mom say about this? What the f*ck would his grandpa say about this? You just gonna spit in the face of THEIR struggle? You just going to disrespect the fight they put up? You are the direct descendant, literally a single generation removed, from the civil rights struggle. Your ma was arrested for a sit in. She pushed education as the key to success. Ye can't possibly be a stupid man. There has to be some semblance of calculation on his part, sure, but this behavior is trivializing literally the entire struggle your mom went through. Why? Because you want to get out of some contracts that made you an actual billionaire? Now we can circle back around to the antisemitic sh*t. What the f*ck? Death Con three? Really? Goading Adidas with the whole un-droppable thing? Bro, do you know Adidas was founded by a whole ass Nazi? AA ton of those businesses were. You can't get on a podcast, say out loud hoe you can be as anti-jew as you want and the company with actual skin in the Nazi won't drop you, and then shocked Pikachu when they drop you. Again, there may be some truth in all of this being performative nonsense in order to get out of the contracts he had already signed but nah. Kaye is having a bad time right now. He is, very publicly, having and emotional and mental breakdown. Dude refuses to take his meds and the people he ha around him, whoever is left, are not helping this man even his sh*t out. Kanye is not a genius. He is not playing the system against itself. He's sick and easily manipulated because dude is not in his right mind. Candace Owens has sold this man the worthless Fed honey trap, Parler, immediately after pulling that stunt at Paris Fashion Week. Mans is drawing comparisons to Herschel Walker. Instead of being uplifted as the richest black man in the US. Actual antisemites are out here co-opting everything he's saying. It's frustrating to see because entangled in all of what hateful rhetoric he's spewing, there are gems of legitimate wisdom. The Jews were black. You should own your own sh*t. The industry is full of snakes. People who don't look like us, own all the sh*t made by us. These are truths never spoken out loud, truths that should be heard because they're not being taught, but who the f*ck is going to listen to anything a crazy n*gga say after getting on Twatter and proclaiming he going "death con three" on the Jews?

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Saturday 12 December 1835

11 ½

No kiss cousin getting up and a linen to prepare yet ready in 1 5 hour F38° and soft morning at 9 5 at which hour breakfast -sat talking to A- of the railroad till 10 10 - I have been grave ever since yesterday noon and the licence business A- thinks it is about the railroad and my aunt’s being poorly but I think more and more A- and I will not get on together forever and my mind turns to the thought of be at liberty again out from 10 ¼ till 12 with Robert Mann and co. all hard at work cutting and getting sods and sod-banking all against the puddle banks of the Lower fishpond - a capital job - Frank and Mark Hepworth (between the times of the Northgate soil carts coming) helping and told them to get another barrow-man

SH:7/ML/E/18/0144

came in at 12 a little while with my aunt then ½ hour with A- Marian had just sent her up this morning’s HX Guardian newspaper announcing the death of Miss Lucy Ann Edwards of Pynest at Torquay in Devonshire - Mr Harper came at 1 and staid till 3 ½ - had seen Mr Parker who proposed (an amendment agreed to [readily]) just instead of paying Mr Nelson etc vid. line 6 from bottom of p. 275 and the whole of p. 276 £200 now to last till March it would be better to give him £80 and the rest (on the certificate of Mr Husband that work to that amount was done) by £25 per time once a week or fortnight as required - I gave Mr Nelson junior (Stephen - the father’s name is James) a check, on the Yorkshire District Bank for £80 on demand for which Mr Harper took and gave me Mr Nelson’s receipt - the Nelsons clever men and honest, but cannot get on for want of money, and if they had completed this Northgate job, and got £200 or £300 by it, they would never think of taking another job till had spent all the money - and thus they have never anything to begin a job with - the Lodge going on pretty well - very well, but Booth will hew and do his work too smooth - too much soigné to be in character with the design - Gave Mr Harper all the calculations he had made about the water wheel and Washington’s levels of sections and of the drift and Engine pt and wheel - and Shay’s specification of a water wheel 30ft diameter and 5ft breast, and desired Mr Harper to see Mr Leather and take his opinion and pay him for this and for his coming over - Mr Harper to be here again on Monday fortnight the 28th instant - he gave me particulars of note to write to one or 2 wheelswrights to send specifications of wheels 30ft diameter and 5ft breast and call upon Mr Harper with them next Monday fortnight - the 29th instant at the White Swan Inn H-x - A- came in just before setting off to Cliff Hill to ask Mr Harper to shew her how to find the point of sight in a picture - this led to much conversation - no certain rule - no artist follows any certain rule, or even owns rules very rigidly - nothing but practise makes an artist - exampled several errors in the known system of perspective - mentioned the systems of Green and others - talk about Mr Brown who said he had a perfect system of his own but would not discover it would not tell it or teach it at the mechanics Institute where a class of 200 understood that they were paying him for teaching them all he knew - Mr Harper had offered to publish Mr Brown’s system and run all risks if he might share the profits, I think he said - but Mr B- declined this - Mr Harper said perspecticians proved the truth of their theory by Euclid i.8 I brought down Euclid but I could not see nor could Mr Harper clearly shew how this 8th proposition if 2 triangles have 2 sides of the one = 2 sides of the other equal each to each etc etc and the contained angle equal the 2 triangles must be equal - Mr H- said there was another proposition - he turned over the whole of Euclid but could not hit upon the proposition he meant - most of this passed after A- was gone when he entered a little more largely into the subject of Mr Brown - I shewed him again the drawing A- had brought down, one of Mr B-‘s - H- said it was very bad - a bad copy of an old engraving - waste of time to study or try to learn drawing by this means - should copy nature, and good pictures - Hardings Drawings Books very good - the 2 best books he Mr Harper knew were Harding on the use of the lead pencil £2.12.0 and Burnett’s hints on composition sight shade and colour - Mr H- very civil - said he would lend A- these works - send them here immediately on his return home and when here next spring would go out for an hour or two and sketch with A- - Mr Jubb came during Mr Harper’s stay - just saw him for a minute or 2 - my aunt very poorly he will come again tomorrow - his own proposal - A- off to Cliff about 2 ¾ - I out from 3 ½ to 5 35 - the men Robert Mann and co. had worked very hard and got the puddle-banks sodded up to the old level so that the plugs were put in and the water suffered to come into the pond again (1 masked by the sodding - the other 2 chained together by a staple driven into the top of each as I had mentioned - that a hooked stick might catch the chain and thus pull out both plugs at once and with ease) - dressed - dinner at 6 ½ - coffee - ½ hour with my father and Marian then till 9 35 writing out journal up to the end of Thursday that is to line 4 inclusive of page 275 25 minutes with my aunt till 10 10 pm at which hour F42° Soft damp day and soft damp night.

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Diner Gal - Reggie x Reader Part 12

Requested: Nope

Word count: 2,661

Warnings: Not that I know of.

Summary: Julie and the Phantoms ( + Flynn ) go to a musical diner/café/restaurant for inspiration and hopefully a future gig but they end up meeting a very special waitress.

Note: So writer's block on the last chapter/part of your story sucks a whole bunch but we finally did it! I finally finished this – we don’t need to talk about how many months it’s been, sh! THIS IS THE FINAL PART!!!

A few songs in this chapter – I’d recommend listening to them as you read:

Jump in the Line/ Dead Mom Reprise – Beetlejuice the Musical

Obvious – Dear Evan Hansen

ENJOY!

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Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here Part 4 here Part 5 here

Part 6 here Part 6.5 here Part 7 here Part 8 here Part 9 here

Part 10 here Part 11 here

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After a few hours of frantically drawing and writing up the final setlist, plans, room arrangements and digging through Cal’s office to find the list of reserved tables, Y/N was finally ready to call her job done. And now to jump right back into ghostly matters, which started with finding Julie and Willie and hoping they had some sort of plan figured out.

“Hey hey, look who’s finally back from the other side!” Flynn’s exclamation was met with winces from the boys and a wry smile from Y/N, “It sure was an adventure, Cal really should organise that office. How’s decorating going?” Flynn sighed in response, “It would be a lot better if some people actually helped out instead of talking to thin air.” She sent a mock glare to Julie who sent an eye roll straight back, “Kinda dealing with bigger and more important things right now, but sure I’ll blow up a balloon right after.”

“So, how has the whole possession thing been going? Any solid way to get Cal back?” Y/N asked, anxiety crawling up the sides of her stomach. Willie looked around at the group, all of whom were fidgeting and avoiding his gaze, sighing he turned back to her, “There is a way, but there’s no guarantee it will work.” Y/N nodded, gesturing for him to continue, “You have to establish a connection first then everything after that is up to Cal and his willpower. This situation is a little different to the one these guys got themselves into, and I’ve also never seen this before so this is the best I can come up with.”

She scrunched up her brow, how on earth did you make a connection with a possessed person? And so she asked exactly that, “Do something that means something to both of you; you’re in the music business, are there any songs that you two would sing together? Something like that. Apart from making the connection, there’s not much else you can do. I’m sorry.” Willie responded, Alex rubbed his arm comfortingly, “This isn’t your fault, it’s no one's fault but Calebs.” Y/N nodded in agreement, “Exactly, you’ve been so incredibly helpful, you all have,” She looked around the group, yes that includes Flynn, and smiled, “Thanks a bunch, you guys.” Her smile quickly transformed into a smug grin, “Luckily, I know exactly which song to use.”

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A few hours passed and Le Paradis du Chanteur was ready to go, all of the evening’s acts were either out front or preparing in the back. She had seen Julie and the guys a few times in her rushed panic to get a song ready and change the setlist last minute, everything was completely ready and fine, of course, but it didn’t stop Y/N from worrying.

All that was left was to let the guests in, find Cal and make sure the first act was ready (not in that order). She huffed as she hunted down the first act, she supposed they weren’t actually that bad – in fact she could tolerate their outfits somewhat and their music was good. The members were a little annoying but good at what they did so who was she to judge.

Their clothing was easy to spot – they do look like a pack of highlighters (as their nickname would suggest) so it took Y/N no longer than 3 minutes to find them and less than 5 to check in and see that they were practically ready to go on the spot.

Now to find Cal, a challenge she was ready to face head-on, probably. It took Y/N quite a bit longer to find him but, after asking around and getting her co-worker to point her in the right direction, she found him sitting in the kitchen, blank as ever. Y/N sighed and pulled him into the main area, hoping he would at least interact with the guests if they spoke to him.

She hoped that this evening wouldn’t turn into a disaster but who knew at this point – she walked to the entrance and put on her best smile, and went to let everyone in.

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A couple of acts had already gone and she was up next on the newly improved setlist – here goes the performance of a lifetime.

Y/N breathed out, stepping towards the mic, “Hello, everyone! I hope you’re enjoying your evening so far, we have only a few acts left to go! Before we continue, I’d just like to sing a little something in honour of our amazing manager, Cal!” A series of applause and a few whistles followed her words, Y/N relaxed, if anything went wrong at least she could say she tried. “As I’m sure some of our regulars know, Cal has always been one to enjoy a good musical, you’d hope so with this line of work.” Another ripple of laughter and a few cheers, a grin spread across her face. “When I first joined this diner as a performer, I auditioned with the song I’m about to sing for you now, I like to think of it as our song. Not to mention the fact that for at least 2 weeks after I got the job I couldn’t stop singing it, I think every one of the staff here tonight, and those who aren’t, know the song word for word now, sorry about that. So, with no further ado, I give you my audition song.” Taking the mic out of its stand, Y/N stepped back, spotting Cal sitting in the back corner, face empty of anything, as the backing music started up.

Shake, shake, shake, Senora

Shake your body line

Shake, shake, shake, Senora

Shake it all the time

Y/N hopped off of the stage and skipped around tables, whenever she passed a staff member she dance with them for a second, before they would both move on, quickly forming a line.

Work, work, work, Senora

Work your body line

Work, work, work, Senora

Work it all the time

The line quickly made its way back to the stage, everyone now singing to each other and dancing together. Y/N closed her eyes and quickly prayed that this was working. She skipped around the line, pointing at different staff members to sing the solo lines.

My girl's name is Senora

I tell you, friends, I adore her

And when she dances, oh brother

She’s a hurricane in all kinds of weather

She laughed as she went back to her place in the line, smiling at her co-workers beside her.

Jump in the line, rock your body in time

(Okay, I believe you)

Jump in the line, rock your body in time

(Okay, I believe you)

The line jumped slightly to the left every time they sang that line and then danced with the people around them, some workers went to tables and started dancing and singing with the talent scouts or any families or regulars that had booked a place that evening.

Shake, shake, shake, Senora

(Ahh)

Work, work, work, Senora

(Ahh- Woo!)

Y/N grabbed Sam’s hand and led them to the middle of the floor as she sang, turning to face them, trying to contain her giggles, as they did a mock opera performance.

Cal, I know you’re listenin'

Doesn’t this just blow your mind?

I was on a mission

This is what I left behind

She made her way over to Cal, hoping to see something behind his eyes. Y/N pulled him up by his hand and danced him over to the line of performers at the front.

I'll miss you every day

Seek a little strange and unusual

And you will find

The line, still acting as her incredibly enthusiastic backing vocals, started spreading out, a few stayed on the stage while others jumped off to dance and sing with the guests. Sam came over to Y/N and Cal and brought into a weird little circle dance as Noelle and Casey cackled from a nearby table.

Life beyond all comprehension

A mess in multiple dimensions

A little unconventional, I know

Y/N’s eyes widened in worry as Cal groaned in pain in front of her. She waved Casey over who quickly grabbed him and sat him down on a nearby, empty chair.

But, Cal, I am home

I'm home

As soon as she had finished singing, Y/N rushed over to Cal. “You okay?” He grunted in return, “Been better, but then again I could probably be a lot worse.” Her breath hitched as he squeezed his eyes tight and groaned again. His breathing quickened slightly before he let out a big breath and a purple light appeared on his neck. Y/N pulled his collar down to get a better look at it but as quickly as it came it faded away again. “You doing good, Callerina?” He rolled his eyes, “I will be when you stop with those nicknames…and when Sam stops dancing like that.”

She laughed, tears pricking at her eyes, as Cal snorted at Sam’s ridiculous dancing, they were completely embarrassing Noelle as they forced her to waltz around the room. “I thought they said they were a professional dancer when I hired them. Oh well.” He turned to face Y/N, the twinkle back in his eyes, “I thought my return would be more dramatic, I’ll be honest. But this is alright too.” Y/N rubbed at her eyes as she scoffed at him, “Of course, only you would say this wasn’t dramatic enough.” Cal shrugged, “Well when you reach old age, like me, you’ll learn that even bending down takes a lot of effort, might as well make it worth the trouble.” Y/N rolled her eyes, “Cal, you’re 31. You’re not that old.” He sniffed in response, “I watched you grow into the ghostbuster that you’ve become, didn’t I? I think that’s old enough.” She scoffed, though a fond smile played on the edges of her lips, “Well, since you ruined our nice moment I might as well get back to orders and making sure all of our acts are okay.” Cal’s eyes widened at that, “I forgot, I’m so sorry you had to do that all alone, I’ll let you steal anything you want from the diner kitchen after this as a sorry and thank you gift.” She grinned, “As if I wasn’t gonna do that already.”

Y/N walked away, giggling to herself as she heard Cal squawk in indignation behind her. This was totally worth it, she had her family back and a new family as well.

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It was now the end of the night, lots of people were ordering the last things to eat or drink or finishing up what they already had before they left. All performers were out on the floor, taking orders, entertaining young children or talking to talent scouts if they had the time. It was the noisiest it had been all evening, even with all the bands and music, performance and dancing that had occurred.

Julie awkwardly stood on stage, fiddling with the mic stand. “Excuse me? Hi. Um, so I know this is kinda weird and short notice but one of our band members has a message for a special someone so we hope you enjoy.” She steps back from the mic and moves over to the keyboard towards the front corner of the performance area, Reggie practically vibrated behind the mic whilst the other two musketeers glared at him to chill out before he caused the mic to screech.

The audience had quietened down and now sat in expectant silence, Y/N continued serving, though the short notice act did seem to capture most of her attention (albeit confused stares but her attention nonetheless). Reggie took a few deep breaths, readying himself to poof and basically confess his newfound feelings to a living girl who captured his undead heart, wanting what you can’t have really had been taken to that level, huh.

Julie’s fingers danced across the keyboard as Reggie poofed in and strummed along on the acoustic guitar Julie had pried from Luke’s cold, dead hands, he had wanted to keep the song simple, strip it down to its purest form, mirroring his feelings. That and the fact that he had done this last minute and dragged everyone around him into it, so showing off and using flashy techniques was something they just didn’t have the time to add in.

When we know something is true

Beyond question or doubt

There's no particular point

In pointing it out

Reggie strums his guitar, looking solely at either the guitar or the mic, trying to gather up his courage. He wrote this song for Y/N, why couldn’t he just look at her?

Blue is the colour of sky

'Cause mothers all worry

And old people die

A phone rings, a bee stings

It's something you don't need to hear

It's just clear

He looked back at Julie, finding her smiling at him encouragingly. He smiled back at her in return. He could do this!

Why go stating the obvious?

It's so painfully obvious

How could you miss

Something that's this plain to see?

When it's glaring and staring

Right at you

So obviously

He looked up to meet Y/N’s eyes, she had stopped moving around after handing out her last order, instead, she stood staring at him, completely awestruck. He almost chuckled, how could she stare at him like he hung the stars when she was brighter than the sun?

When you get bored you draw stars

On the cuffs of your jeans

You still fill out the quizzes you find

In those teen magazines

And you dance like nobody's there

Awkward and perfect

You don't even care

Something courageous, amazing, contagious

And kind

All combined

Y/N huffed out breathy laughs as she stared at him, the stupid, leather-covered, ghost boy. She knew she hadn’t fallen in love – she hadn’t fallen anywhere, she had walked into her feelings, completely aware and content. He made it easy, Y/N hoped she made it easy too.

Why go stating the obvious?

It's so painfully obvious

How could you miss

Something that's this plain to see?

When it's glaring and staring

Right at you

So obviously

Sam grabbed her by the hand and pulled her towards the stage until she was right in front of it – right in front of him, “Have fun with your Romeo, don’t forget about us when you’re off on dates.” They cackled as they ran away, narrowly avoiding Y/N’s punches.

Sometimes the words

We tend to withhold

But they're exactly the words

Someone needs to be told

But oh, thinking they know

We never say "I love you

I love you

I love you"

Y/N smiled up at him as he beckoned her onto the stage. She never thought when she took up this part of the job that she’d end up meeting a bunch of ghosts and their human companion + friend, have her manager be possessed and garner feelings for the golden retriever incarnate.

'Cause why go

Stating the obvious

It's so painfully obvious

How could you miss

Something that's this plain to see?

When it's glaring, and staring right at you

So obviously

As the song quieted down, Julie shared looks with Alex and Luke pretended like he wasn’t tearing up at the sight of the pair on stage. Sam and Noelle smiled at each other and Casey rolled her eyes, she truly was surrounded by idiots that she had somehow adopted, not that she regretted it necessarily but she would never admit it.

“Hey, Y/N,” Reggie stepped away from the mic, “I’m not in love with you or anything, but I think I could be if you’d be okay with that?” The girl in question chuckled, “I think I could love you too, eventually. But how about we get to know each other for longer than a week first, sound good?”

“Sounds perfect, Diner Gal.”

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HELLO & SORRY

@youngmoviemaker I was your Ava’s Demon Secret Santa! And I’m late!! I have no excuse other than. I’m a chronic procrastinator. But I wanted to try not to rush this so it didn’t end up too horrible. Anyway, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Happy New Year!! Here’s a fic about Christmas, even though it’s not Christmas anymore. @theavasdemonsecretsanta

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It had finally happened somehow. It took years of scraping together pennies from minimum wage jobs and living at home with their parents for longer than was socially acceptable, but now Odin was finally putting down the last box in their new apartment. They’d saved for years just to have enough for the deposit on a one bedroom apartment in California. When they first started dating Ava detailed her dreams of living close to the beach. So Bakersfield wasn’t quite the beachside property of their dreams, but it was closer than it had been before they moved.

He patted a box, labeled in Ava’s blocky handwriting KITCHEN. “W-wanna see if we can f-f-find some dinner?”

“That box is all pots and pans, good luck eating cast iron.” She laughed as he dug through the box to confirm. He supposed they hadn’t had much food to pack for themselves moving out of their family homes.

“W-well...” He scratched his chin. “We co-could order in-n?” Odin knew he had a good thirty bucks kicking around somewhere. No answer came to his question and when he looked up from the boxes to investigate why he saw his girlfriend gazing out the window. It wasn’t much of a view, just the city streets and air pollution.

“I can’t believe it’s already December and there’s no snow,” she said after a few moments.

“It d-d-doesn’t sn-n-now much h-here.” If at all. ‘The snow’ was a destination for Californians. That’s what came with wanting to live near the beach. Or at least, two hours from it.

“I don’t know how it’ll feel like Christmas with no snow.” Christmas had honestly been the last thing on Odin’s mind. They were far too broke now to pull out all the stops on gifts and dinner.

“N-next year we can g-g-go b-back home.” It would always be snowing there in December, and their families would expect to see them for the holidays.

“Where are we going to put the tree?” She asked looking around the living room with boxes stacked in every corner. It looked like more than it really was due to the low ceilings and general cramped space. Odin looked around with her.

“I g-guess...” He pointed to the deepest corner furthest from the door. “Th-there.” It’s away from the kitchen, which isn’t actually a separate room and is instead divided by a metal strip in the ground that separates yellowing carpet from yellowing tile. She stood in the corner as if sizing it up.

“B-but... We p-r-r-robably can’t afford a t-tree this year.” He hated letting her down, and the look on her face dampened significantly to let him know he had done just that.

“You’re right...” She sighed, still standing in the corner to size it up.

“N-next year,” Odin assured her, walking over to pat the top of her head. “Christmas will be p-perfect next year.” A pretty big promise to make considering they wouldn’t have much more money then either if things continue like they had. She nodded though, giving a sniff almost like she’d been crying. The two fell into each other’s embrace, Ava burying her face into his chest like she intended to nest there.

“L-let’s find some c-ca-sh. There’s a s-s-sushi joint w-we passed.” They probably couldn’t afford delivery and sushi but he’d go get it for them.

Digging around in a clothes box, Odin tracked down a twenty dollar bill in the back pocket of his discarded work jeans.

“F-found it.” He held up the crumpled bill triumphantly and at the sound of his voice Ava ceased her own rooting around for spare change.

“I got a dollar twenty-five.” She announces proudly, holding up a crumpled bill that had been through the wash and a dingy quarter. Odin held his hand out for that too.

"You c-can c-c-call and order while I'm w-wa-walking," he told her standing at the door and wrapping himself up in his coat and scarf they'd left on the floor where a coat rack should go. She nodded understanding before hunting down her cell phone. Talking to people gave her anxiety, but she knew Odin had a rougher go of it, especially on the phone he could be hard to make out. So he would go get it and face human interaction face to face while she dealt with the phone call. It seemed to be a pretty fair trade. When he got out the door and down the several flights of stairs (elevator was busted) he realized his coat and scarf were a bit much. The people around him were all bundled and shivering the same, but the weather felt like a crisp spring day back home more than the middle of December. He let the grey hand knit scarf sit open around his neck. It had been his Christmas present from Ava last year. She spent all her free time while he was working the graveyard shift. It was supposed to be a blanket but she decided to stop at scarf and he loved it just the same.

By the time he got to the sushi joint, he was sure Ava had enough time to order. He looked at the cheesy lanterns and fish tank, which felt like any other sushi place he’d been to. Not that there were very many back east. When he saw the plates though he could already tell this was nothing like the sushi at home. Probably having something to do with the fact that this fish was a lot fresher.

“H-h-hello.” Odin coughed, as if that would shake off his stutter. It was always worse in public, when people were new or staring at him. “O-order for A-Ava. Or-or Odin.” The woman behind the counter looked very bewildered by his stammering but checked the tags at her side. She picked one up and looked it over?

“Odin?” She said it more like udon, but he nods. The white receipt paper is slammed down onto a spike with several other receipts before she turns to walk away. He’s left looking at the bowl of mints and toothpick dispenser for a few moments before something catches his eye. Just behind where the woman’s head had been there’s a tiny tree sprouting up on a shelf. It’s growing severely to the left in order to avoid hitting the shelf above it, tilted and awkward. Maybe in need of water but he’s not quite sure.

When the woman comes back with a takeout bag she tells him it’s 15.50. Odin points to the tree behind her.

“H-how much?” Her face looks at him in that same bewildered way as before looking back to where he’s pointing.

“Not for sale.” She shook her head to emphasize the point.

“How much?” He repeats digging in his pockets for the money and handing her all of it. She looks over the money, and he knows it’s probably worth more than six dollars but it’s worth a shot. “P-please?” His intense gaze pierced into her own. She looked around uneasily and Odin couldn’t help but think about how he was about to be banned from the nearest restaurant on their first day in the new apartment.

“Ten more dollars. Come back later.” Her words are short and precise, so unlike his. He claps his hands together once, making to bow like an idiot.

“T-thank you! Th-th-thanks so much!” He ripped the food from her hands so ecstatically she flinched.

"We close at eight o clock!" The bell inside rang as he threw the door open, back into the pseudo cold air.

He didn't return that night, mostly because he couldn't get ten dollars, but it also wouldn't be much of a surprise to Ava if he brought it home with him that minute. Instead, the next day Ava was going to report to her first day on the job. She'd mooned over the idea for months, she'd be working in a stocking warehouse which didn't sound like something young girls mooned over. The part she loved? Not one of her coworkers could speak English, and she couldn't speak Russian. It was the perfect job, with the lowest amount of human interaction possible. Odin wished they were hiring two new staffers, but he was focused on his art. Which meant staying home and drawing commissions for table scraps.

But it was a table scrap that got him back to the sushi place for the tree (and maybe a California roll, which he and Ava had eaten in abundance to celebrate their move.) The same woman stood behind the counter, and Odin wondered if perhaps she was the owner. Or the owner's wife. He'd figure it out in time. He didn't hesitate a second in slamming his card down on the counter, narrowly missing her receipt spike.

"T-tree." He didn't want to waste time mincing words. She gave the same look, and he now knew he would recieve it every time they came. Likely with Ava looking on questioningly at his side. But it was no surprise to her that Odin could be... Abrasive. It was to this woman though. Nonetheless, she turned and grabbed the tiny tree before ringing him up for a large container of rice. He had never punched in his PIN so quickly in his life, usually there was some sort of hesitation in spending. Not for Ava though.

He practically ran home, the tree swaddled in his arms and sheltered by his body. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something shining on a wrought iron rail. Christmas lights. They had wrapped fake tree like garland around the rail and hooked small red Christmas bulbs in it. He looked around for several seconds, determining that no one was really looking at him, before nicking one and sticking it in his jacket pocket. Then he really did run home, tree still safely tucked against him.

They hadn’t unpacked much of anything, and both of them had pretty much no furniture to their name. They’d left two twin beds back home in the room in their parents houses knowing from experience that cramming the both of them on one didn’t work out comfortably. But one thing they had lifted out of Ava’s room was the bookshelves that had belonged to her great grandmother before her. They were real wood and handmade, clearly something better than they could put together from ikea. It stood pressed against a wall near the kitchens entrance. He set the tree there, from one shelf to another so it would continue growing in the way it had. Odin kept the bauble in his pocket, waiting with bated breath where a couch should be for Ava to come home.

It had only been a four hour shift, to get her training done and acquainted with. He didn’t know how much training was possible if there was a language barrier but she actually came home with a smile on her face, ready to gush about her day. He wanted to let her, and he tried to listen, but over her shoulder his brown eyes kept flicking back to the tree with anticipation.

“...So they showed me-, what do you keep looking at?” She turned her head to follow his gaze and stopped dead when she saw the only thing sitting on their shelves. Knowing this was the moment, Odin took her by the waist, pulling her over to the book shelf.

“Y-you were upset we didn’t have a t-tree so I...” he trailed off not sure how to explain his adventure succinctly to her. The noise the comes out of her mouth is so high pitched he wonders if it made the neighbors dog ache.

“It’s so cute and tiny!” She tells him, like he might have missed that part.

“Uh-huh.” Odin reaches into his pocket and offers the ornament to her by the hook. “Wanna p-put the first d-decoration up?” He offered as her small voice gasped.

“Hang on.” His brow furrowed, confused at her not instantly saying yes. He watched her pick the tree up from the spot he’d picked and shuffle across the room to the corner she had stood in the other day.

“Perfect,” she said holding out her hand for the ornament. “We can put our presents under here.” Small tree, small presents, it worked out. He knelt down at her side, handing her the bauble again watching as Ava inspected their warped reflection in the shining red plastic with a smile. She reached forward, hooking it on the lowest branch and sitting back to admire her work.

“It’s like Charlie Brown.” She put her head on Odin’s shoulder, relaxing into him. He hadn’t seen the movie in years, but the image of a sad small tree was an iconic one. He laughed, nodding his head as he reached into the other pocket for his phone.

“We can w-watch it,” he suggested going to find somewhere to watch the movie free and illegally. Ava nodded, hunkering down on her spot with him leaning to see the small screen. He found it for them, and shortly after a blanket that was intended to be a throw. It wrapped tightly around them both, making them look like a lump on the floor in front of their tiny Christmas tree, single bauble, with a thin blanket and a small screen to watch on. It wasn’t much, but already Odin had lived up to the promise of a perfect Christmas.

#younoviemaker #theavasdemonsecretsanta #flaming arrow #christmas #avaodin #ava ire #odin arrow #avas demon #ava’s demon #long post #I’m on mobile sorry!!

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Saturday 23 August 1828

10 1/4

Off to Halifax down the old bank to Mr Parker’s office at 8 20/60 went to Taylor’s about tin boxes, then called on Mrs Veitch, not at home, and then took Mr P- [Parker] my aunt’s deed of gift for receipt of ten shillings and natural affection, and other good causes of her 1/4 share of the Hampsted property to be sent to London to be registered – gave directions for preparing a paper to be signed by my aunt releasing the estate from the £1200 to which it is subject under my grand father’s and aunt Martha’s will – returned up the old bank and got home at 9 3/4 – breakfast at 10 – stayed down talking to Marian till 12 1/4 –

Her expectation is from Miss Duffin of three or four thousand pounds and her further chance from Miss Mosey of Beverly thinks she may get between the two as much as eight thousand pounds. Hopes to clear Skelfler has always had these prepossessions particularly of late. Mr Inman behaves as ill to his own family as to his wife. His brother Roger in partnership with him married a Lincolnshire farmers daughter. Marian told Mrs Roger in reply to Mr Inmans expecting that if we did not marry, his children would be provided for. That if she, Marian, died they would get nothing but if she was rich enough she would give the youngest her goddaughter a thousand pounds and Sarah five hundred and always take care that Mrs Inman was comfortable. Fears Mr Inman will spend all he can. Pitys Mrs Inman for this and if she can will make her an allowance of necessary if my father died. Had thought of living at Beverley with Mrs Brown and Miss Mosey, I said it would throw her into a different line from mine but if she got her eight thousand pounds it was well but Miss Mosey a year or two older than I and Marian might wait all her life – but it was a respectable place to be at and I was satisfied Marian thought I should not like it or she was getting accustomed to the people here and should like to live here but then she might not marry as I liked for instance, I should not like to marry Mr John Priestley no, of course I should not, and said I, there is a double awkwardness. It would be calculated that she should come in for the estate at my death so as she remained unmarried it was a different thing but if she married, the person should be told that they could have nothing to do with it but explained that my uncles motive was quite a conscientious one and had nothing to do with the unworthiness of anyone – should be glad if Marian did not marry for if she married to please me I should of course be sorry for her children who would be my nearest of kin not to inherit – if she did not marry it would be different – oh, said she, I could not promise not to marry that would be enough to make me wish it I don’t know what I shall do I should not think it right to marry as long as my father lived but afterwards I should wish to have a comfortable home and has no idea of ever marrying to please me. Should not like to live with my aunt and me or, as I understood, with me only. Had been used to be independent could not bear constraint should not like to be in Paris for long my society so different from hers I said if she would like to live here abouts why not say. Here there would be servants in the house and only one condition that of not having the Inmans no objection to Miss Button but to have as few Weighton people as possible, the fewer the better. Oh no, that was the thing she could not bear constraint else if she had four or five hundred a year and could have an open carriage would pay me rent and stay here as for that said I, it is all nothing I should not want rent I am only afraid of your marrying all in a hurry people might be glad to marry your apparent expectations and I should wish you to try whether you could not like a different rank in life. All I ask is this, try first you know nothing of the world as yet have no experience only see a little first promise me that if anything happens to my father you will stay quietly here and do nothing till you hear from in one way or other. You ought to come to Paris first and if you like not to be with my aunt and me you can have an apartment in the same house or near and be as independent as you choose. Perhaps you may like my friends better than you think. I want you not to be eaten up with ambition but a reasonable ambition is surely desirable ambition in any shape seemed not to her mind. Well said I, Marian, all I can say is there never surely were two people so nearly connected so, so totally unlike in every thing, we have not one idea in common surely it is a pity you know I never say more than this, however, I am better satisfied to have heard all you have told me than if you had kept it all as you intended to yourself. We need not perhaps say more on the subject we ‘have finished it off’ I hope you will get your eight thousand and that all will go well – Skelfler as we had observed before does not clear six hundred a year at which rates she will only have about two hundred and fifty per annum I said therefore that in this case she should live better with Miss Mosey than here. My father has paid off Mr Eden and got the money at four and a half percent of the trustees for Mr Clarke of Godmanham and Mr Jennings of York has the Skelfler paper –

Came upstairs at 12 1/4 wrote the above of today which took me till 1 1/4 – at my letter drawer again – at 2 5/60 Mrs Henry Priestley and her nephew in law Mr Priestley Salisbury of Liverpool called and sat 1/2 hour – my father and sister at dinner did not come into the drawing room –

From 2 35/60 to 6 1/2 looking over letters – dinner at 6 35/60 – from 8 to 9 1/2 again looking over letters –

Read those from Mrs Milne (five of them) and my answers. What a correspondence. How she commits herself shocking, well I got off when and as I did. Does she keep and ever see my letters, what can she think why call me tuft hunter why say one syllable against me –

Went down stairs for 35 minutes at 9 1/2 – came up again at 10 5/60 – Cordingley brought me up some silver and stayed talking 20 minutes – my father very poorly a little while before my return – looking very ill, and being very feeble – but now quite better again – all seems to go on pretty well – fine day -

#anne lister #marian lister #1828 #shibden hall #anne lister code breaker

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breakdawn-avenue · 5 years

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Something like this

Summary: After a stressing and long shift at Café Nagi, Yusaku would love to return home and spend some quality time with his boyfriend. But he didn’t count on Takeru who, apparently, has other plans for the rest of the afternoon. It doesn’t help that both of their Ignis are just as eager to jeopardize his sanity. Word count: 1.870 Note: I participate in the YGOShipfestSEE! and the following one shot is my gift for @icanandiwant (hope it turned out okay) I would also like to make a shoutout to the mod @madicham for helping me out. some of my questions may have been self-explanatory but they were still ever so nice and answered them with patience. Interacting with them was always a pleasure. it may have been their task but I’m definitely not taking their help for granted so a huge thank you for 1) helping me out, and 2) co-planning and hosting this nice and sweet event altogether! I also would like to thank all the other mods for making this event! also, see the end of this page for my personal concluding comment

Starting to date Takeru was one of his scariest, toughest but ultimately best decisions he ever made. Once he reaches the front door of his run-down home, however, Yusaku questions his decision after Christmas as well as after Valentine’s Day and White Day once again. It’s decorated – he’d rather claim vandalized – with a wreath made up with fake grass, a little basket with three coloured little eggs as well as a brown rabbit made out of felt paper. Yusaku resists the urge to shiver. Christmas and Valentine’s day are one things but this is going too far. This will attract people’s attention to the maximum, not only of his neighbourhood. He rips off the wreath and opens the door. After entering, he heaves a sigh and closes the door behind him. But he isn’t able to take two or three steps as he gets attacked by both of their Ignis. Stunned, Yusaku notices that both of them wear some kind of headbands with ears in their respective body colour attached on them. Flame’s additional pair of ears are way longer than Ai’s since they fold behind his head. They talk blissfully with him. In between, Yusaku thinks he picks something like “Let’s all be rabbits!” and “Takeru-chan should get you a headband as well!”. But once the Ignis catch up on his speechlessness, while Yusaku starts to scream internally, Ai giggles and Flame heaves a sigh. He doesn’t know why but it sounds a little bit fake. “ ...I can understand Ai – but how on earth did he-... ?” »Please, no, don’t ask- « »Takeru-chan baited him with the biggest toy truck he- « »Don’t say it!« Flame shouts with pink cheeks. Ai giggles again. »This is his favourite toy we’re talking about. You won’t get it anyway!« he mocks his fellow Ignis. Flame looks like pouting as he clenches his tiny fists. “What are you two even talking about?” Yusaku wants to know. Both Ignis look back to him but before any of them can answer him, quiet stomping can be heard from the stairs. Just a second after that, Takeru enters the hallway with one of his sunshine-like smiles that spreads to his entire face as soon as he sees Yusaku. His heart leaps up to his throat. He almost misses that both Ignis return to the main room. The second thing he almost misses is that Takeru holds Roboppy in his arms. Like a little girl holding her favourite doll or plushy. The third thing he barely registers is that he almost lets go of the wreath. Sadly, only almost. “Yusaku- ” »Welcome home, master!« Roboppy greets him happily with a waving emoji on her display as well as waving her robotic arms. The image of the two in front of him is almost too much to handle. Yusaku tries to steel his determination to talk this nonsense out of Takeru. But he pre-empts him: “Yusaku!” His name sounds so accusing with the slight high-pitched tone in his voice. Yusaku is absolutely screwed to be weak for voices. “Why did you put down the wreath?! It took me about half an hour to hang it up and make it look good on the door!” Takeru raises his hand and points accusingly to the wreath. Yusaku is now able to see what costs Takeru had to pay for putting up the wreath. He should throw away his hammer immediately. He sighs. “People will notice- ” “That’s like exactly the whole point of it!?” “I still don’t want people to notice me!” “I won’t let you become a stinky hermit!” How flattering. Takeru presses Roboppy closer to him. The cleaning robot warns him or else he hurts himself. Yusaku can see that Takeru is just about to open his mouth again. “We won’t have this kind of conversation right now,” he shuts him down and walks up to him. Takeru pouts and lets his hand fall down. It remembers him of Flame just moments ago. Once Yusaku reaches him, he gently takes his right hand into his left hand. Takeru flinches a bit. “And this is the second reason you shouldn’t have done it in the first place,” Yusaku explains with a quiet voice. Takeru’s smile turns a bit lopsided now. “You could kiss my hands until I feel better again, you know?” Yusaku drops his hand. “Your flirting is horrible,” he laments and walks past him. Takeru chuckles. “Which is why you love me!” “No.” Takeru follows him to the main room. But he bumps into him since Yusaku stops just in front of the stairs. From up here, he can see what Takeru has been doing during his shift at Café Nagi. “Takeru... ” Yusaku is certain that his face doesn’t betray him. But even he can feel that his hold on the wreath is too strong. He might even break it. He had no idea that there were even shops in Den City that sell these western type of things but Takeru was able to get his hands on them. Or he simply ordered them from the network. Then the Ignis most definitely helped him. But the headbands are probably software made by the Ignis themselves that they were able to convert so that they could use them outside of the Duel Disks. And while they were programming this software, they let Takeru go crazy in his main room. While he briefly scans the main room, Yusaku is certain to count at least 20 little grass nests with at least three or four little, colourful eggs in them, ceramics as well as hand-crafted rabbits, probably made out of coloured hay, have taken over his desk with the computer, his bed, both window sills, the table – which is full with different items – and the cupboard where he keeps his Duel Disk in. Takeru even put up a big, thin branch and hung up these little colourful eggs on it that stands behind the table. Takeru moved it a bit to make some room for the branch. And instead of facing each other, both chairs are now facing the branch. “ ...I can’t believe it, Takeru- ” “Do you like it? I wanted it to look nice- ” “ ...How much?” Takeru just blinks for a second. Yusaku turns around so fast that he almost knocks down the other. “How much!?” Takeru blinks again. “I won’t spoil this moment with unnecessary facts- ” “Takeru. How. Much. Did you spend on this-... everything!?” The recipient sighs quietly. “No, Yusaku. Don’t worry about it. My grandparents gave me a bit more pocket money due- ” “I don’t care what they did! This was unnecessary! You definitely need the money- ” “Exactly! To surprise you and make you a gift!” Takeru says with a bright smile. But it still doesn’t calm down the other. “Takeru- ” “Don’t you even dare to repay it with money! It was my decision to make this gift! You should appreciate it more- ” “I bet you paid so much for it, and I have no idea how to- ” Takeru giggles. “If you want to repay me so badly, you could do this- ” He leans forward and steals a kiss from Yusaku’s lips. He isn’t fast enough to turn his head away. “Or- ” »Hurry. Up! You two! I want to draw!« Ai laments who’s sitting impatiently on the table. »Be patient. They’ll have to wash the eggs first,« Flame explains. »Then get your butts down and start working!« Ai demands. Takeru snickers while Flame scolds the other Ignis. “Someone’s eager!” “This conversation isn’t over!” Yusaku hisses as Takeru wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him down the stairs. “Yes, it is!” the other teen disagrees and puts down Roboppy on the table as they reach it. Ai grabs an egg and floats up to Yusaku. “Slow down, Ai. We still need to wash them first,” Takeru stops him and takes away the egg as well as the dented wreath. »Why?« the recipient wonders. “To avoid getting infected with salmonellae,” Yusaku explains in a grumpy voice. »What’s salmonellae?« Ai wants to know. »Why don’t you just look it up?« Flame suggests. Yusaku’s breath hitches. As much as he hates the fact that Takeru spent the Cyverse knows how much money on this unnecessary decoration, he doesn’t want to spend the rest of the afternoon in the bathroom with the Ignis’ lack of discreetness. Takeru himself only flashes him a bright smile again. “Do you even know that its origin isn’t as happy and fancy as you like to show off right now? Yesterday was Good Friday, right? In the Christian belief, the son of their God- ” “Yusaku... ” Takeru whispers with a quiet, grave-like voice and an offended expression on his face. “I forbid you to spoil this date with your unnecessary facts!” “ ..Who said this would be a date to begin with!?” Takeru as well as both Ignis start to laugh. Dating him made Takeru bolder. Yusaku isn’t certain if it’s a good thing or not. He feels that his cheeks get warmer with each passing second. He knew that starting to date Takeru would change his life. But he never thought how groundbreaking it would be. He never thought how self aware he’d become – the way he lives, his unhealthy eating habits, his horrendous sleeping schedule. The way he treats school. Takeru even changed his own treatment towards this institution just because of him. It’s not that Takeru doesn’t mind him be like that, he doesn’t want to change him as a person. He only wants to improve his quality of living. Even if he still loathes the fact that Takeru spent so much money for his gift – which he absolutely shouldn’t have done, and setting up the wreath on his front door – Yusaku thinks he should relent just a little bit to show his gratitude that Takeru tried to make a gift for him. Even if it’s an unusual gift. Then again, Takeru seems to always have been interested in different cultures than the Japanese’s. He should be more grateful for the fact that he makes Takeru feel good about sharing his interest with him. “You will pay for it!” he swears quietly after pecking the other teen’s left cheek before he takes a seat.

At first, Takeru stares disbelievingly at him. A second after that, his smile gets loop-sided again. “Bring it on!” He then turns to the Ignis. “And after we coloured and decorated the eggs, we’ll go egg hunting” »Egg hunting?« both Ignis inquire stunned. Takeru nods eagerly. “Well, it’s just called like that. I didn’t hide eggs but chocolate and toys!” The Ignis lament the fact that they can’t taste the sweets but they cheer on the toys which is why they rush their Origins to wash the eggs. Yusaku bites down on his bottom lip. Takeru has a bad sense of direction. Adding his reoccurring bad memory, he doubts that they’ll find anything even with the Ignis’ help. He sighs quietly. Dating Takeru is scary. Sometimes, it’s tough. But most of all, it’s the best decision he ever made in his life.

A/N: the things Takeru did in this one shot are actually things I never did myself (or any family member of mine). if anything, I picked them up from the media because if anyone read my bio, that someone knows that I’m a Catholic Christian. even if I live in Germany with them, they taught me the (Polish) way of celebrating Easter – go to Church, eat (fancy) dinner with the family and spent time with them – like a lighter version of Christmas. which also means no presents what some (or even many?) Germans do (which baffles me but that seems like a tradition so I’m not complaining).

#YGOShipfestSEE #yugioh vrains #Fujiki Yusaku #Homura Takeru #Ai #Flame #Ignis #Roboppy #Firestormshipping #look new territory for me again :D #bA's writing

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cats-artbag · 5 years

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MASSIVE INFLUX OF SWAPOUT REPLIES [March - April 2018]

Yep :D

I’ve had a few ask about a fanfic of SwapOut :O Do you guys mean a fanfic version or like... a kinda expansion of the story? Like side stories etc.? I guess that’d be cool to do!

@mistytheguardian yep :D

And nah it’s a thing :

@agent--pluto @colourdrago @ajleanon5

Yep, for one, his HP is a full 680/680 (same as UT!Pap’s health). Which would’ve made the origin of his scar even more confusing since he isn’t “hurt”.

And Swap probably doesn’t wanna risk Sans seeing things that he might’ve been able to see.

@fr-e-sh--h-otca-ts (holy shit your username is 👌 in more ways than one) @bstick-2015 @superblueluver

Aha I love it when you guys pick up on the little details when I actually do have little details >8′D

Aw thank you so much!! aAND PFFHAHA I’m sorry, I tend not to reply immediately to things (hence these massive reply posts I do every now and then)

I’m flattered!! I love him as much as everyone else so I wanted to do him justice <3 Just don’t be creepy to him!! But really thanks I’m happy for the comment!!

And all the other nice people who dropped by! :

@tiny-lil-dragons (wish tumblr would just tag people properly)

Aw thank YOU for actually making an account just to follow me! :O It always feels amazing when people care about my stuff enough to do so <3 And thanks! I do spend a lot of energy in this comic, really appreciate it!

@einsamenaufstieg

Oof I should’ve replied to this WAY sooner, and if I did, I can’t remember. Go ahead!! There have already been several UT comics of characters crossing universes so it’s definitely a thing we do haha x’D Frisk in Underswap would be interesting!

@batmanfan3492 @nicte-boonart @dittoqueeno @calista-222 @em-n-underhell

Thank you thank you THANK YOU!! I’m really happy that I’m able to evoke emotions in others with my work, it means my story which I’ve worked long and hard on is coming across to you guys :’D And to be honest, I probably still take way too long to get poses down (if you watch my drawing streams you would’ve seen how horrendously long i take to draw a page) and to get the colouring and everything down so that I’M happy with it. So to hear you guys loving it is a real relief <3 And hearing that my comic is one of the best to you is like?? a shock?? cos i certainly don’t think so but wOW IM FLATTERED THANK YOU

Again, thanks for all the asks and the love!! ;w;/ I seriously appreciate them and I wish I could reply to them sooner but it takes me so long to get around to them. I literally have to sit down for a good few hours and just reply to asks without doing anything else... and usually I have too much on my mind already or spending time for myself or opt to do the pages with the time I have instead D’| You’d think replying individually once they come in would be better too but tbh I still kinda prefer it this way in huge chunks cos its not as spammy?? idk

So for those who take the time to send asks or comments or anything and kinda expect a reply but not really cos you know the person’s busy but you’re kinda hoping anyway, I know how you feel!! I’m gonna consciously put aside time for the rest of the months’ asks in my inbox while I’m too busy for pages!! Finally!!

[MORE REPLIES TO COME]

#undertale #underswap #sans #papyrus #undyne #inboxthings #swapoutcomicask

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nutslovesdolts · 5 years

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My Take on Angsty Dragonslayer (kinda)

(I got permission to use the idea for this from the original person also this is a different spin on it)

(This goes off Yang being a Mother that experiences periods of intense depression and or sadness after birth being near the baby so yeah)

(In my Dragonslayer stuff if theres a kid involved I'm gonna have em named Amber so yeah)

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Yang's point of view: *It had been a year since Yang left... she ran away from Jaune and her newborn Amber almost 2 weeks after her birth... but why? Every time she looked at her, she felt so much dread... so crushed... she couldn't tell Jaune... he was so happy... so she ran... and ran*

*by this point Yang was falling apart... not a minute went by where she didn't want to go back and be with her husband and child... but how could she... what could she say... how could anyone ever forgive what she had done... she had become Raven and she hated herself for it...*

*She had even been keeping tabs of the two, and Ruby who had stepped in to help Jaune after their attempts to search for Yang had failed... Ruby stepped in to help take care of another...*

*Yang began to cry quietly into her cracked and dirty hands, the tears pouring out as they always did...*

This had to end...

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Jaune's point of view: *1 year... 2 weeks past his daughter's first birthday.. a year and two weeks since the love of his life... his wife... his reason to live... had left...*

*all through that time he wanted to shut down... to give up, but he wouldn't complete the cycle... he wouldn't be the Tai to his Raven... but even that thought always just added to his sorrow*

Ruby: Jaune...? *Ruby asked placing a hand on his shoulder, knowing full well what was wrong*

Jaune: ... sorry... I just... ... sorry

Ruby: ... It's not your fault Jaune... you've been a great father to Amber and you know she needs you

Jaune: *smiling sadly* but not without the help of her Auntie Ruby... I can never make this up to you you know...

Ruby: you don't ever have to, besides... Yang... she was basically my mom for a good part of my life... she... ... I owe it to her at least...

Jaune: ... Ruby...

Ruby: hmm?

Jaune: do you think she's ok...?

Ruby: Amber? Jaune you do such a good job taking care of her oh co-

Jaune: No... Yang... *looks at Ruby with tears in his eyes* I just... miss her so much...

Ruby: *softly hugs Jaune* ... me too...

Jaune: *crys into Rubys shoulder until he hears Amber crying updtairs* Thank you Ruby...really *he goes upstairs leaving Ruby on the couch*

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Ruby's point of view: *she and Weiss had been helping to take care of Amber (and if he was really honest, more so taking care of Jaune) ever since Yang left... Ruby was so worried Jaune would just shut down like her father did but somehow he stayed strong... or as strong as he could... Ruby just couldn't understand how Yang could have left him, they were so madly in love and she was SO excited to be a mother... Yang always spoke to Ruby in private how much she wanted to give her child everything her own mom had denied her...*

Ruby: *sighed for a long while and got up for a snack, checking the cabinets she found very little... Weiss had been helping financially support Jaune for a while even offering to have Jaune and Amber come live with her and Ruby, but Jaune was very adamant about staying in case Yang came back and no one wanted to push him, that being said Jaune was never very good at taking care of himself, case in point the empty cabinets (minus the stacked baby food filling most of the leftmost cabinet)*

Jaune: Amber is asleep, hopefully for the night, she was pretty tired after all that running around with you today haha

Ruby: she's not the only one haha, also Jaune, you may want to run down to the store, all you have is leftovers and tea

Jaune: oh right... I ment to go earlier hehe *he said rubbing the back of his neck* I'll run over there now

*he grabbed his coat and went to the door* If she wakes up just sing to her, you know she loves it

Ruby: I will, be safe!

Jaune: I always am *he said knocking his shield and walked out the door*

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Yang's pov: *She had seen Jaune's breakdown from afar, but what hurt more then anything was watching him sing to Amber to calm her down... she could read his lips... it was the same song he always sang to help calm Yang down whenever ptsd struck or she would have a panic attack... he was always there for her... but she left him...*

*she slid down the limb of the tree she was perched in and started sobbing... not quietly like always, but unhindered as if all that she had done came back at once... she fell out of touch with the world around her... and neglecting to see the blond haired warrior walk down the path in the direction she was perched...*

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Jaune's pov: ok so I have to get milk, flower cookies *he smiled at both Ruby and Amber's favorite snack, a small bit of the cloud over him lifting for a brief moment* eggs, vegetabl... * he paused as he thought he heard a voice*

*he strained to hear where the source may have come from as he followed the sounds forward down the path*

*as he got close he thought it sounded a bit like Yang... but it couldn't be... he crouched and crept quietly forward*

*he kept onwards until he was at the foot of a tree looking up he saw a woman crying, her hair was torn dirty and matted, her clothes were patched up so baddly it seemed like none of the original material was there at all, but what caught his eye the most were her arms... or arm... one was muscular but thin compared to the other... and the other was...*

*Jaune went completely still for a moment... her other arm was a metallic rusty color, where there had once been yellow paint there were now red stains and scratches, the yellow only helping to highlight the damage...*

*he felt tears fill his eyes but forced them back... she was shaking, and sobbing... his Yang needed him...*

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Yang's pov: *she could hear something climbing the tree... she knew it was probably a Grimm coming to kill her... with how many negative emotions she was spewing it wouldn't surprise her if she was attracting every Grimm in Remnant... ... it was ok... she deserved this... she would just let them take her... she was finally defeated...*

*she tensed up tightly as she felt something touch her real arm before realizing it was comforting... not painful, something had wrapped itself around her...*

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Jaune's pov: *he was holding her again... his Yang, his wife, his love... but she never looked up, not stopped her tears*

Jaune: *he knew what he had to do... he started to sing...*

((Admin note add your own favorite song here, I won't make you try to figure a tune out))

Yang: *she started freaking out more, it was Him... it couldn't be him... not like this... not to her...not after all she had done... ... but here he was, holding her... loving her, calming her like he always used to...*

*she heard his voice shake a bit and felt tears on her sholder... she still couldn't move... sh just couldn't, what could she do...*

Yang: .... Ja... I....

Jaune: *hugging her tighter* shhhh... Just... please don't leave... pl..please... come home... *he put one arm under her legs and his other behind her back* can I take you home? *he gazed into her Lilac eyes for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he wiped her hears away and stayed there for a moment, just resting his hand on her face*

Yang: *she couldn't speak... she couldn't move, afraid that if she did her body would carry her away again... so she just gazed back longingly into his eyes*

Jaune: *this was all he needed, he slid off the branch with Yang in his arms and hit the ground with a heavy *Thud* before walking back to the warm glow of their house in the distance*

.......

Ruby: *she heard the door opening again* Jaune, what did you forget? There's no way you made it there and back alre-

*she dropped the tray of tea she was holding letting it shatter on the floor... in the doorway there was the Knight, holding in his arms her lost sibling, very much worse for wear... she wanted to be mad, she wanted to SCREAM at her how could she do this... but instead she just felt happy sorrow welling in her chest...*

Jaune: Ruby... she can't talk yet, can you go draw up a bath...? I don't think she has had one in a long time... *he said giving the still frozen Yang to Ruby hesitantly*

Wait before you do *Jaune began to take the rusted metal off of Yang's arm and got no protest, the skin where the arm was connected to was raw and dirty, giving the impression it hadn't been off in a very long time* I'm not sure I can... see... Yang like that for a bit... or if it's even right to... sorry

Ruby: *gently taking Yang from his arms, with a knowing look* I'm her sister, it's alright

Yang: *Jaune had never in their relationship passed up a chance to see her without clothing before... it actually hurt hearing his words..., she was almost glad Jaune had taken her arm, it was something she couldn't live without meaning she couldn't just run again*

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Jaune: *he took Yang's arm to the now dusty workshop and placed it on the table, before she left Jaune had become quite a master of maintenance on the prosthetic, always earning a reward from Yang for a job well done... the thought made him sad for a minute before he looked at all the work thag had to be done*

Jaune: at least this'll take my mind off stuff...

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Ruby: *she had stripped her sister with much difficulty, her clothes had practically fused with her skin, the number of cuts and scars with dried blood made Ruby wonder how the heck she hadn't gotten infected... she then realized she hadn't *

Ruby: you know... *she started, never looking at Yangs eyes as she lowered her into the water* ... I may never understand... but you're my sister and I'll always be here for you... but dad... well... when you're ready you need to talk to him...

Yang: *any calmness she felt after being placed in the water was now long gone hearing about her father... oh god what had this done to him...* I...

Ruby: don't... just don't try yet Yang... please... ... just pull yourself together... *Ruby said running her hands through Yang's now matted and disheveled hair*

Yang: *she just began to cry again...*

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To be continued in Part II if anyone wants it,... yeah this was a nightmare to write on a phone... also yeah I may have hit the word/paragraph limit and yeah... so stay tuned?

#dragonslayer #rwby #yang #rwby yang #yang xiao long #jaune #rwby jaune #jaune arc #rwby ships #whiterose #that counts right?#yeah...#dragonslayer part 1 #agnsty dragonslayer

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beca-mitchell · 6 years

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remember the day, pt. 11

Summary: Chloe’s birthday creeps up on them.

Also on AO3.

Word count: 3,861.

My recommended songs for this chapter are: Things I'd Do For U - Astronomyy; I Can't Fall In Love Without You - Zara Larsson.

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Chloe whispers into the quiet air of Beca’s bedroom, "Tell me a story.”

It surprises Beca and maybe Chloe, a little, too because she stiffens as soon as it leaves her lips. Beca just focuses on holding Chloe’s hand a little tighter, tugging her close.

“What kind of story?” Beca asks curiously. “About work? A famous person I met?”

“No,” Chloe says softly. Slowly. She breathes steadily. “A story about us."

Beca stares up at the ceiling, sifting through a thousand memories all at once. She has no particular favourites because they all compete for the same level of affection. Beca only has affection to give when it comes to her memories of her life with Chloe, however, so she takes care in selecting a few.

Heaving a sigh – neither sad or resigned – Beca begins.

Lying in their bed, Beca tells Chloe about how she had feigned liking pineapples on pizza because Beca had enjoyed pineapple on pizza. She tells Chloe about how she brought Chloe to an album release party once and Chloe had spent the entire night chatting with one of the more senior record execs without realizing who he was. Beca had been horrified at first, but she relaxed seeing how at ease Chloe had been with her co-workers and industry professionals.

There was yet another time that Beca recalls, on a laugh, where Chloe’s family cat had been so suspicious of Beca at first and Beca spent nearly one entire day trying to get that damn cat to like her. By the end of that trip, Marshmallow had given a stamp of approval, clawing at Beca’s jeans and refusing to let her go.

As Beca talks, she finds herself unable to stop because it feels so freeing to finally share these memories with Chloe. In no way will she ever fault Chloe for not knowing or asking earlier because they both wanted time to exist as themselves again after the accident, but God, she only feels herself falling more in love with Chloe with each passing breath she takes. When she had proposed, she didn’t know that it would bepossible to fall in love with Chloe more than she already was, but there’s so much that she loves and appreciates about every moment she gets to spend by Chloe’s side, even if it’s just breathing steadily and remembering what it’s like to so truly feel for another person.

And Chloe – Chloe drifts to the sound of Beca’s voice in her ear, quiet and intimate in the confines of the bedroom that they once called their own.

Gradually, as Beca finds her little anecdotes are winding down, Chloe's breathing grows heavy. It evens out slowly and she musters up enough strength to press a kiss against Beca’s cheek. “I love you,” she says, signalling the beginning of her slumber.

"I love you, too, Chlo," Beca murmurs, feeling a heavy sleepiness fall over her as well.

She can’t wait for tomorrow.

Beca spent so much time trying to figure out how to just live day-to-day, but there’s something so permanent and enduring about how she feels about Chloe and how they’re living, especially now. It’s hope, love, and immense gratitude all rolled into one.

They don’t begin their days with good mornings or end their nights with good night - not anymore. It’s all in the “I love you” they exchange with surety and confidence and Beca has never felt luckier.

This is real.

They weren't young adults fresh out of college. They had fallen in love twice in one lifetime.

Falling in love with Chloe the first time around had been ridiculous with how it crept on Beca and exploded around her, but that had been then . Even with that knowledge and the memories of being with Chloe, falling in love with her a second time was completely different and more intimate. It was an addition, if anything.

Everything had evened out relatively even if the memory of the accident still echoed in Beca’s mind like a replayable nightmare.

We’re happy.

To Beca, even as she drifts off fully, this is a point where she can look back and finally feel okay ; she can finally look back and see the entirety of the mountain - the majority of it, at least.

And with Chloe by her side, it seems like the rest of the trek is finally doable.

It’s all about reaching that peak in which Beca can see the potential for a story to tell people and share with them this triumph in their lives together.

It's the kind of story that she would like to tell their children.

One day.

Beca hasn’t allowed herself to think about that in a while.

One day.

“Bec?”

Beca hums in response.

“I love you,” Chloe says, propping her chin on her hand. She reaches out to play with the strands of hair that fall from Beca’s bun.

Beca stifles a smile, focusing on writing her email to her co-worker. “Thank you very much,” she replies lightly.

Chloe makes an aggravated sound and pokes Beca’s ear as best as she can. She shuffles her chair closer and tucks herself into Beca’s side as best as she can, sliding one hand up her thigh and the other around her waist. “I love you,” she murmurs again. “You’re not gonna say it back to me then?”

It’s on the tip of her tongue. Beca loves telling Chloe she loves her – she adores everything about being in love with Chloe Beale.

She also loves teasing the hell out of her fiancée.

“Maybe later,” she mumbles, resisting the urge to turn to Chloe and kiss her senseless. It doesn’t help that Chloe is currently kissing her neck.

“Later?” Chloe repeats.

“Maybe tomorrow.”

“I can’t believe I agreed to marry you,” Chloe says, finally giving in and reaching up to cup Beca’s cheek. She turns her head gently and leans in to press a slow, sensual kiss against her lips. “I should rethink this engagement,” Chloe murmurs, happy to have distracted Beca from her work when she feels Beca’s hands around her waist. She pushes at Beca’s shoulders forcing her to slide her chair back and moves to straddle her thighs, draping her arms over her shoulders.

“I’d believe you if you weren’t currently trying to seduce me or the fact that you just told me you loved me.”

Chloe snorts at that. Her gaze softens and she moves to rest her forehead against Beca’s. “I love you,” she says. “Even when you’re being completely annoying.”

Beca’s laugh is light. Finally, she gives in. “I love you, too. So much. Don’t you forget it, Beale.”

She knows Chloe won’t.

It’s starting to feel like summer. Even though it’s the beginning of June, Chloe loves the cool breeze it brings with it even if there are some unbearable hot moments.

She has all but moved back in with Beca, but there’s something about the apartment that doesn’t quite feel like it’s their own anymore and she knows that Beca feels similarly. Chloe runs her fingers over familiar ridges and shelves, but she feels nothing too strikingly sad or happy as she does so.

It just... is.

They’re preparing for a weekend away at a beach house rented out for Chloe’s birthday in a couple weeks. She feels giddy and excited, mostly at the thought of spending evenings cuddled up next to Beca with the sand all around them. She’s excited that Beca wrangled Aubrey and Amy and a few other Bellas to join them, though she had been adamant that they get a beach house with distinctly separate rooms.

Chloe rifles through her drawers, trying to figure out where she misplaced her favourite t-shirt. She’s sure she left it at Beca’s from the last time she stayed over, but she’s having some difficulty locating it.

“Chlo,” Beca calls. “I did some of your laundry with my own.” She holds up the t-shirt. “Looking for this?”

Chloe grins, leaping into Beca’s arms. “Thank you. Life saver.”

“You should just move in again,” Beca says, laughing. It’s lighthearted and free, like she’s joking, but Chloe isn’t when she pauses and seriously thinks about it.

“Okay,” she agrees quietly after a moment.

Beca is trying to kiss her when she draws back, like she’s unsure if she imagined that. “What?”

“Okay,” Chloe repeats. “Let’s...I’ll move back in.”

“I...I’m - I was just joking,” Beca attempts to say, but it’s weak and her eyes are wide. She’s also a little slackjawed.

“I’m not,” Chloe assures her. “I...I would love to move back in. If you’ll have me.”

Beca makes a kind of strange high-pitched squeak before she’s tackling Chloe into a hug and burying her face into her neck.

Chloe hugs her back, laughing delightedly. “So, that’s a yes, right?”

Beca pinches her side and they tumble onto the bed.

They don’t actually figure it out so soon, but it’s on the table and in their plans for the future. That’s enough for Chloe.

Though -

Chloe I want you to help me with something.

Aubrey This better be good.

Chloe It is, I promise.

Aubrey I was just kidding...but I’m intrigued now. I’m in.

It’s a good birthday - great, even. Chloe loves being around people who make her laugh like no tomorrow.

Beyond that, she loves how often Beca smiles.

She catches Beca in a similar state of mind, based on how often Beca is staring right at her, often with an expression of love or awe or something in between.

As they sit around the fire pit, at their little slice of the beach for the weekend, Chloe stares around at the people she loves - the people she has come to love. She feels a swell of affection rush through her because this is her family. Her parents, her brother - she has always known this to be true that they are her family in blood and their endless support.

But she has learned that family comes in spades, especially from people who are willing to be there for her time and time again.

They’re sharing memories when Chloe tunes back into the conversation.

Chloe looks down at the blanket covering both hers and Beca’s laps, fiddling with a loose string. As she fiddles, Beca’s hand comes up to caress hers, covering her hand fully. It makes Chloe smile and she only tugs Beca closer even though they’re already both warm from the gently crackling fire in front of them. Tilting back, she can feel Beca’s steady breathing against her and the sure comfort of Beca’s arm wrapped around her back, her hand stroking comfortably at her hip.

Beca is the promise of everything wonderful – the promise that Chloe’s life would forever be good , so long as she remembered that Beca Mitchell was it for her. There is no comparison, no compromise in Chloe’s mind these days. She can’t imagine anything else.

And even though the occasional stab of pain comes with the reminder that there are truly memories she will never see or recall again, Chloe finds strength in the promise - both from Beca and one she made to herself – that it didn't matter she no longer has those memories. It’s because she has Beca, Beca has her, and that alone is enough – better than any memory.

Beca holds her closer, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, like she senses Chloe’s brief inner turmoil. Chloe squeezes her eyes shut, focusing on breathing deeply for the moment and how nice it feels to just be wrapped up in Beca’s arms.

"Chloe, why are you crying?" Aubrey asks, eyes softening. She says it quietly like she doesn’t really intend on letting everybody else hear, but it alerts everybody and they all turn to her with a concerned expression.

"Oh,” Chloe murmurs. She hadn’t even realized she had been shedding tears. She smiles a little wistfully at Beca who fixes her with a loving gaze. “No reason. I’m just happy to be here. Also, that wine was pretty strong,” she says to Amy.

Chloe finds it amusing how readily they all accept that explanation.

Their friends nod and get back to their conversation, but Chloe tunes out. She smiles at Beca, less tearful than before, her heart filling itself to the brim when Beca tugs her hand to her lips to press the gentlest of kisses to her knuckles. Then, she mouths the words that had once terrified Chloe to the core: I love you .

Chloe knows.

She kisses Beca, to the soundtrack of their friends cooing and cheering them on.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

Chloe drags Beca out to sit with her on the beach to watch the sunset when their friends are busy amassing swathes of alcohol for a night of drinking.

She wants this quiet moment with her girlfriend, just for a moment before they have to return to reality.

She thinks that Beca looks adorable in her zip-up sweater and leggings.

“Tell me a story about us,” she says to Beca when they’ve settled comfortably.

“Again?” Beca laughs a little. “Okay, what would you like to know?”

“Tell me...about the first time we met.”

“You’ve heard it before,” Beca points out.

“I know. But I feel like I’ve heard it from other people. What were you thinking, then?”

“Okay, okay. I…” Beca blows out some air, ruffling a strand of hair that fell into her face just moments ago. “I know the first time we met was at the activities fair, whatever Aubrey told you. But the first time I really...I really consider to be our first time meeting would have to be when you accosted me in the showers at my residence hall.”

Chloe bursts out laughing. “What?” Pause. “No, wait, sounds about right.”

“Yeah, you’re fucking crazy,” Beca mutters, though there’s no bite at all. Chloe grins. “You just kind of burst into my shower and asked me tosing with you.”

“Why would I do that?” Chloe asks thoughtfully, like this is a legitimate academic inquiry. Beca giggles at the mindful expression on her face.

“I mean, you heard me singing or something. And you wanted me to audition for the Bellas.”

“Oh, well that makes sense,” Chloe says, still thoughtful. “You have such a beautiful voice.”

It’s so unexpectedly sincere and lacking all humour because of how serious Chloe is with that sentence that Beca reels for a moment. “Thank you,” she replies quietly.

“What happened next?”

“And we just...sang together. Titanium,” she points out, feeling less of a pang now than she might have just months ago. “It was popular at the time.”

“I love that song,” Chloe admits, recalling the time they sang together on the balcony.

Beca nods, sucking in a breath of air. “And...I guess I just love that memory a lot even though you freaked me the fuck out back when it happened. I just think about how far we’ve come and how stupid I was to deny how attracted I was to you, even then.”

Chloe hums, pleased. “I like that story.”

“I like you,” Beca says, feeling her own eyes well out with unexpected tears. They’re not particularly sad. Just from the excess of emotion. “I love you,” she amends.

“I love you, too,” Chloe says, reaching for Beca to kiss her. “Thank you for making this birthday incredible. And don’t bother denying how much work you put into it.”

Beca laughs, digging her fingers into the fabric of Chloe’s sweater. “Happy birthday, baby,” she murmurs, deepening the kiss momentarily. She squeezes her eyes shut, willing herself not to cry because of how incredibly happy she feels at the moment.

When she pulls back, Chloe is looking no worse for wear, if not a little teary. Her cheeks are a little flushed and the sun is already casting a beautiful glow upon the side of her face.

“I have a story about us,” Chloe says softly, interrupting Beca’s assessment of her features. “And I hope to remember it for the rest of my life, so I’m going to tell you about it right now.”

Beca thinks she might cry again because of how intimate this all feels suddenly. She focuses on just staring right into Chloe’s eyes and nodding slowly along.

“What’s your story?” Beca asks, wonder on her face. “What did you remember?”

“It’s not so much something that I remembered,” Chloe says slowly. She unhooks the chain around her neck, holding out the engagement ring for Beca to look at.

“You’re…giving me your engagement ring?” Beca asks slowly, like she’s not sure whether she should be hurt or hopeful.

“Just to hold,” Chloe says gently. “I’ve read that inscription so many times since you gave it to me. I’ve memorized how it feels and imagined countless times what must have been going through your mind when you first had it made for me. For us.”

“To look at you is to remember love,” Beca echoes, repeating the engraving she memorized so long ago. “It’s true,” she says on a sniffle.

Chloe smiles, her own eyes beginning to water. She hates it when Beca cries. “I know this was a weekend meant to be spent with our friends – the friends you worked so hard to reintroduce to me and bring back into my life.”

“It’s your birthday,” Beca can’t help but say, reaching out to cup Chloe’s cheek. “Of course we want to spend time with you.”

“Beca,” Chloe warns, a smile on her lips. The ocean breeze ruffles Beca’s hair a little and she can’t help but reach out and tuck the errant strand away because all she wants to do is look at Beca’s face, unobstructed for once - unobstructed by self-doubt, lingering worries, pain, headaches - all the plights of the past year or so.

Chloe has never felt happier to be alive and she’s so glad that she gets to come home to Beca every day.

“Sorry,” Beca murmurs. She bites her lip, as if physically restraining herself from speaking. Chloe can’t resist, so she leans in, digging her hands into the sand and presses a kiss against Beca’s lips, if only to soothe her momentarily.

“As I was saying, this engraving has meant everything to me over the past year and I’m sure it meant a lot to me back then as well. We don’t...really talk about the things I can’t remember,” Chloe says slowly. “And that’s okay.”

“That’s okay,” Beca echoes, reaching for Chloe’s hand. She doesn’t seem to care there’s sand all over it. She weaves their fingers together.

“I...don’t think I’m ever going to remember everything, Beca,” Chloe says, like she has a thousand times before. “Some things will never come back. Maybe the memory of how you proposed to me the first time will be one of those lost memories. But, I don’t want us to be sad about that - not anymore.” She waits for Beca to nod. “This story that I want to share with you, it starts from the moment I opened my eyes in that hospital bed and had no idea who you were. Even then, I knew that you were somebody important, regardless of whether I remembered that you and I were engaged.”

“Chloe,” Beca says thickly, choking on a sob.

“And, since then, you have never wavered, not once. I have never felt more comfortable to be myself and it’s all thanks to you. You make me better. You make everything about our relationship better. You make us better and I can tell that it’s the same for all the people in our lives.” She gestures around the admittedly empty beach. “You have...touched every single person in our lives, I hope you know that.”

“I mean, so have you,” Beca murmurs. “Everybody you meet thinks you’re incredible.”

Chloe smiles, touched by Beca’s ability to constantly parry a compliment with her own. “This is all just to say that I am so in love with you, Beca Mitchell.” She digs into the pocket of her hoodie, feeling around for just a moment. “I know we can’t recapture everything completely, but that’s not the point. The point is, this is the story from here on out. Today, as I celebrate another year in my life, I want to know that you and I are in this together forever. Do you know how lucky I am to have experienced love with you twice?"

Beca inhales sharply at that, beginning to cry in earnest.

"You have always been there, helping me rewrite and reread my story when I couldn’t find the words.”

With a trembling hand, she pulls out the ring she had managed to wrangle from pursuing and locating some of her own funds from before the accident. It’s a delicate princess cut with a shiny, simple band.

“You don’t have to give me back my engagement ring, not yet,” Chloe says gently over Beca’s quiet crying. “I just want you to know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you because life’s too short and I don’t want to wait another day.”

She doesn’t have time to say anything else because Beca’s arms are around her neck and she’s pushing Chloe back in the sand, crying into her neck while simultaneously pressing kisses over whatever skin she can find. Chloe holds fast to the small box, reaching up to tangle her fingers into Beca’s hair.

Finally, Beca’s lips seek out her own and they’re kissing as gently as they had for their first kiss or even their second first kiss.

Now, Chloe thinks this could constitute as a third first kiss - the one that is irrevocably imbued with the knowledge that they’re going to make it.

“Yes, by the way,” Beca mumbles against her mouth. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” She can’t muster more words, even if her brain is screaming at her to say something more.

I’ve always been ready to marry you, even back when I didn’t have the words to say how I felt about you. Even back when you didn't know a thing about me.

“That’s good,” is all Chloe can think to say now that her words have seemingly run out. She pauses, propping open the box so Beca can look at the ring. “There’s an engraving of my own,” she murmurs. “It’s simple, but.” She resists the urge to shrug self-consciously.

Beca takes the box with her own trembling hand and peers at the band as best as she can in the dying sunlight.

There, as clear as day, reads the inscription: I remember.

Beca looks like she might burst into a fresh onslaught of tears, so Chloe quickly takes the box back and removes the ring. “May I?”

“Yes,” Beca says quietly, again. Together, they watch the ring slide onto Beca’s finger and it glints beautifully in the pink and orange of the sunset. “This is my favourite story,” she admits, unable to tear her eyes from her hand. She’s not really looking at the ring so much as she’s looking at the way Chloe’s hand is gently holding hers and the fact that Chloe had put a ring on her finger at all.

I’ll never forget this, she thinks.

Aloud, “I’ll always remember this moment,” Beca assures Chloe.

And with a deep inhale, Chloe says, “Me too.”

tbc // fic tag

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years

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Tuesday 28 May 1839

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very fine morning at my desk at 8 ¼ having dressed A- who gets terrible in lowness high time to be off – she can do nothing she says if she is not with me – at A-‘s cottage rental till breakfast at 9 5/.. in about ½ hour – then came upstairs and wrote note to ‘Messrs. Parker and Adam solicitors Halifax’ to say I knew nothing of the demand of Messrs. Nelson – I had paid them all allowed by Mr. Harper – he expected here on the 5th of next month on his return from London and I had no doubt he would do all that was necessary respecting the letter addressed to P. and A. by Mr. David Crossley – then wrote to ‘Messrs. Hammersley and co. Bankers London’ to ask them to order by Messrs. Ferrère Laffitte and co the payment to Mr. Cusinberche ainé (of no. 27 Rue St. Victor, Paris) of 360 francs – and should be much obliged to Messrs. H- to get me a foreign office passport as usual for myself (Madam Anne Lister) and Miss Ann Walker (ma niece) and my 2 servants Christian and Catherine Gross – he German native of Weimar – she English – hope to be in London a few days – intending to proceed as direct as I conveniently can to St. Petersburg – passport to be visé at the ambassadors of Russia, Prussia, and Austria and by the ministers of Holland Denmark and Sweden – if any difficulty at the Russian embassy, can settle this while in town the other signatures being obtained – sent off this letter (and the note) by George at 11 ½ - A- had been sitting by me writing to her sister but her letter was not ready – at 11 ¾ had Hinscliffe – came to speak to A-but she asked me to go to him – said the lease (new coal agreement) should be ready for him to sign at Mr. Parkers’ office on Friday morning – he begged hard for the new term to be extended 2 years instead of one beyond the old term end in November 1842 – so that A- consenting his new agreement, will expire in November 1844 – then other talk – mismanagement of towns’ money etc – money thrown away in highway repairs – should be laid on in wet weather if laid on in dry – now – ½ to take off in dust – alluded particularly to dross – then talk about the Harpercliffe wood Sutherland coal loose – he said it was worth £10 a year to Mr. Whitley – but should be kept open for the Sutherland coal – and then afterwards kept open by W. and S- jointly and an acreage received for loosing other coal on Norwood green – more beds there than one – and tho’ the coal lower there than at Harpercliff wood, yet the water might be pumped into the Harpercliff wood loose by an engine – told H- he should agree with Mr. Whitley for that coal, and then with the Sutherlands – why! perhaps he might try – had talked to SW. about the Sutherland coal but could never get any answer – I said with regard to Whitley and Captain S- they had best pay one another an acreage, and then divide the acreage paid up all coal belonging to anybody else, or on the other side of the Leeds and Whitehall road – yes! H- thought that would be very fair – Hinscliffe kept me till 12 ¾ Holt and DB. being waiting for me – A- had had luncheon – went into the cellar and got her a pint bottle of Malmsey Madeira and then went back (had been a minute or 2 before) to Holt and DB. Had my little case-plan of the estate on the table, and talked over the line of maingates from A.P. to W.P. – long talk about this matter and pencilling out on the plan lines shewing board and end etc. etc. Holt seemed to come round to my plan of driving end and board from AP. all the way – he thought one turn would do – then went back to his own cross-cut-coal straight line – then to consider about it – he said my way would be more expensive in rails and yarding, and his would be a better maingates – to be well considered about – Holt to come tomorrow and DB. and the gates to be lined out – brought his bill, which including about £2 for A- = from last settling to the 11th instant (and all goings to Low moor at 5/. per time = £2) about £30 – His salary and Booths’ to be settled – he said either either he or DB. should seek custom – I said it would not do for him H- to do it – I should appoint DB. and make him agent, and send the offer to contract for ¼ the gas-house contract (=550 tons) at 8/. per ton in his name for me – I said all must be done for as little as it could – could Robert Mann take the engine, and Joseph be banksman at WP. H- said there would be enough for Joseph to do in the bottom by and by – and Robert as always settled to bank the coal at so much per score and run all risks – it seems then there will be work for the 2 Manns – said I could not well have 3 men at £50 per annum (JM. has 52 guineas a year) and pay Holt and Booth and all – true – but I must keep Robert Fielding the Low moor time out i.e. 6 months from the beginning of the engine – and then it seems Holt has an offer of a lad (Hanson) DV. vouched much for the family) at 13/. a week – told h- to think what he ought to have and what DB. ought to have to be set down to the colliery – they must remember not to oblige me to let the colliery; and if I could not make 3 1/2d. per load profit, I should be ill off – 4 1/4 loads per yard at 3 1/2d. = about £300 per acre or not much less – to consider about his own salary and DB-‘s and let me know tomorrow as also whether he would like to take Pump (John Oates’s) or not! – on telling h- on my first entering the room, or rather hinting at his folly about High royds, it was all talked over – H- thinks P- behaves ill – he said he would not take less than £2300 and H- did not expect that £2250 would ahve been taken of Stocks – but it seemed H- would have given this price himself tho’ he owned they never offered above £2200 – However JO. told him the other day. he was tired and would let him Pump if he liked – H- had told him, he could not do that, but he (Holt)

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would tell me what he had said – H- seemed not knowing how I should take it – I said immediately I should like nothing better than to be well rid of JO. and have H- in his place – told him the quantity of land – said I had made up my mind to have a new settlement with JO. pay no more for Hartleys’ cottage nor anything else, but for the farm as it now stood have a clear £60 a year – and would H- take it on those terms? but then said I turning to DB. perhaps there will want a good deal doing – H-‘s wife may want a drawing room, and then I must have the £60 a year for the land there will be without the piece let off to Mallinson which (tho’ I had at first said I would allow for it as it had best go with Mitham) I thought I ought to have – H- would still have 29DW. 8 perch. ------ what I had taken for coal-staith and reservoir which would not altogether be more than a DW.? this to be considered about DB. went with H- to shew him the land and talk things over – DB. to come here again this evening and Holt to give me an answer tomorrow – they welt at 3 ¼ and I came upstairs and till 4 25/.. (A- returned from Cliff hill about 4 10/..) wrote all but the 2 first lines of today – then had A- went down to Booth before 5 and with him an hour – talked over Holt, and the maingates and his having Pump at £60 – I should want £70 of anybody else – and would let him at £70 on the agreement but I would give him £30 per annum for looking after the colliery considering the ten pounds extra towards the rent so that he would sit at a rent of £40 a year in reality – I thought £20 per annum for Holt, and the same for Booth enough the one for measuring the coal works, the other for keeping at accounts – had B- till 6 – then with A- till 7 – pothering over her letter to her sister the Rookes coal loose – dinner to 7 10/.. to after 8 – A- and I out at 8 10/.. to 9 – some time on the low terrace – Robert and co. at getting scraplings on to to it and levelling it today but I have never been able to stir out the whole day – we walked to back Lodge (or where is to be) to Whiskam flat and round by the Lodge to the paddock water drift and hay barn – ½ the top end parpoint walled up – to be done tomorrow – began today – then scrambled home up the wood – coffee on coming in at 9 – [A-] read the newspaper while sat by me writing her journal – then read French and I came upstairs at 10 ¼ at which hour F56 ½° inside and 46 ½° outside – very fine day – then at A-‘s cottage rental and calculating and writing out outgoings till 12 40/.. tonight mine are twelve hundred independent of the colliery and hers six hundred and fifty –

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atrixfromice · 5 years

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Yesterday’s ramblings over art appreciation

Just some mushings I wrote yesterday but I didn’t post because it was just too sad...but I think I need to post a quote of a bit of it today, because...

cos I have some personal trouble that’s devasting me, but which it’s quite delicate, so I can’t talk it about with anybody...except my close friends, but I don’t wanna bother them much with it either *blush* So instead I’ll talk about the things about what’s is considered art nowadays that frustrates me, because it’s artist stuff, so I can talk to my fellow artist, some of they might feel identified with me. I feel that might help me out to overcome my frustration in general and feel better about my current situation in general.

It is ok to feel down sometimes when you’re passing through hard times... Isn’t it?... I just...I try so hard to balance my own feelings and the others’ to keep the sadness to myself so I don’t spread negative feelings to the people I appreciate the most! but sometimes it’s just too much to keep inside..

I think I should do like my friend Jame and just say that I’m down and I would like you to send some cute hug gifs to be remembered that I’m appreciated...that I’m not alone...but I think too much and I feel too much sometimes...So sometimes it's relieving to talk about that and makes me feel better.

I promise this will be the last “sad writting” I’ll do. I’ll do my best to try be more light and positive on the things I write from now on! Because I know sad feelings are not fun to read *blush*... I wouldn’t like to scare away y’all folks, specially not right now you have been so nice and supportive with me! so, don’t worry you don’t need to read this :) Ignore it *blush* Probably I’ll feel better just with writting it.

But in the case you read it, I would like to hear your opinion about it. Do you think there’s justice for artists on these days?....Great artists get the feedback and love they deserved? Or like me do you think there’s some artist who get appreciation they don’t deserve cos they have not been worked for it? And some artists who deserve appreciation cos they work hard to do great things don’t get it?

I also wonder...if there’s no man justice for artists...God’s justice exist on these case?...

I wanna believe it does...even if I haven’t seen it yet but...I think it will arrive to me one day and I’ll get the answer to solve this problem of lacking of time and energy and my dream of finishing this webcomic will come true. Cos God knows I’ve been working hard on this projetc and I’m giving my soul and mind to it!

It's been a while since I really felt I have the strenght to draw something really well done, just cra...I mean, messy sketches.

Things are no longer like they used to be on the internet either....Are they?...People on dA doesn't really appreciate artwork like they used to some years ago... Long are the days where I used to get great feedback anywhere ...and when I see a 13 years old opera singer that becomes famous for singing on a talent show, even if is not a good singer, just because of their short age...or a 20's or less years old who gets to work for big studios like Disney, dreamworks or Cartoon Network, because they think their ideas are "awesome and brilliant"..when their cartoons stories and characters are not even creative or well developped!But the same silly and hollow stuff we usually see on cartoons recently...

And meanwhile, I'm here trying with all my heart to create a comic that can be creative, funny, original, heartwarming, and also meaninful!! I care about the narrative, the character's personality and design, the character's backstories, the graphic visuals, that the pace of the story is fluid, that the story has no plot holes, and all that sh-I mean, stuff people have to care about when they make a comic. And plus to that, that everything can be scientifically accurate while being also meaningful, endearing, funny, and entertaining!

I’ve seen, that every new cartoon is just a shameless clone of something that had been made before, or sometimes a silly weird mix of a lot of other cartoons made in the past (*coughstarvstheforcesofevilforanexample*) Dumb, shallow, or/and gross out humor powered. That's the "winning formula" for a cartoon show, movie or comic to attract the people in these days, for what I've seen.

But... why?....why?!!...I just wanna know why....

It’s not much better an original, well developped story and characters than just a clone of other existing cartoons?

For me it is!!!

So that’s why I'm still here pouring every bit of my soul and brain power to it! And using the little strenght I have after work for it! Without any resources, without any kind of help from anybody. And nobody cares about it!!

And then I realize that this feeling...

That overwhelming feeling that tears me down and makes me feel heavy and useless...like an insignificant piece of *ehem*...space dust... The feeling that my comic doesn't avance because I have not the strenght to draw it, and it will likely never be realized...And I feel like it's not fair that dumb and shallow nonesense its trendy, and a well thought story is boring and unnoticed. And I'm not talking just about my work, but also I've seen a lot of great artist and great webcomics being ignored and unnoticed.

I just feel it's not fair....that the justice it's lacking in these situations! And when I see that, I feel like a looser... Like... Like a really insignificant old and pathetic looser which nobody cares about, who has done nothing relevant or really valuable in her life.... I work all the day and when I get home I barely have the force to keep my eyes open, much less to draw...This is when I realize things are no longer like they used to be... But even if I had energy left to draw...would it worth the effort to do it? I wonder that very often... I would like to ask you a question, right here, right now. If I would die tonight...would you miss me? The people I know where I live answer its a no....or “yes” on my mon’s case.... And I wish yours it's yes....I hope with all my heart it is a yes, because I wanna know I’m not alone in this world!...I don’t wanna feel...insignifant...

Sorry, I don't want to sound pessimist, and usally I’m not! I'm all the contrary, I'm very positive. I've just had a hard day today and it's really frustrating to not be able to do new drawings anymore because of lacking of energy.

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