#holy shit i did it

[paintpanic]

I FUCKING DID IT !!!!!!! TRUE ARENA BEAT!!!!!!!! THE HARDEST ONE!!!

[castle-of-ruin]

Reacher Comes to Visit 2

A/N: Alrighty folks. Here it is. Part 2. A smutty one. I'm so beyond nervous. This is my first ever smut piece. I hope that all of you enjoy this.

Pairing: Jack Reacher x f!reader

Warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex (let's be realistic here it's fiction. I didn't do the right thing. Wrap it up!), lotsss of consent, oral (f!receiving).

Please please let me know if I missed any warnings!

I do not condone the copying of my work. Do NOT repost my work.

Reblogs, likes, and comments are all welcome. Again, I hope you enjoy.

Some visual inspiration for those who care.

The next morning, you awoke to an empty bed and empty house. You would expect nothing less. They had a job to finish, and you knew they were not sticking around long. Getting out of bed, you pull on some clothes and make your way to the kitchen. Much to your surprise, the place is spotless. A smile pulls at your lips. They might be a rough and tough bunch, but at their roots, they were good people. You laugh to yourself quietly as you imagine the four of them scrambling around your house and cleaning. Surely, Neagley was the one who orchestrated the whole thing. It was a heartwarming gesture, considering you may never see them again.

After fixing yourself a quick breakfast, you take the seat at the table and eat your food in peace. Reacher flashes in your mind more than once as you finish up your breakfast and put your plate in the sink. You didn’t know if you would ever see Reacher again, but every part of you wanted to. Something told you that he would be back, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. Especially when you didn’t know if he was going to make it out of whatever mess he was in, alive. You shake your head, letting out a scoff. Knowing Reacher, he would be just fine. He was a great fighter and unbelievably strong. That much you had witnessed when he saved you.

The rest of the day went by rather quickly, and once again, you found yourself getting ready for bed. It was well after nine o’clock when you heard that familiar knock on your front door once more. A gasp escapes your lips as you pull open the door and reveal Reacher on the other side. He gives you a small smile and shrugs his shoulders.

“I know, I look like shit.” He states with a smirk.

You took in the blood along the collar of his shirt and the even bigger bruise under his left eye.

“You’re right. You do. Come on.” You yank him in by the sleeve of his jacket. He comes in without any restraint, allowing you to guide him to the bathroom.

“Take that off,” you instruct.

The jacket slides off his shoulders as he shrugs out of it. You could have sworn you heard him wince but didn’t bring it up. Your eyes widen at the gash on his side, peeking through the holes on his shirt and the small cut on his neck. Whatever happened, he got beat to hell and back.

“Shit, I’m surprised you���re still standing, big guy.” You dab at the cut above his eye.

His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you close to him.

“I can’t help you if you’re holding onto me, Reach.” You tell him as you stand between his legs.

Reacher pushes you back slightly and looks up at you. He didn’t need to speak to tell you he didn’t care about his wounds. That wasn’t why he was there. No, it was his want to hold you true to that promise you made him last night. Your hands rest easy on his shoulders as the two of you stare each other down in your small bathroom. Slowly, you allow yourself to place your hands on his cheeks, and he closes his eyes for a brief moment. He needs this just as badly as you do.

“Can I?” You ask, eyes drifting to his lips for a moment.

“Yes,”

Leaning in, you kiss him, this time with more fervor than before. His grip on your hips tightens, as if that's possible, and he stands towering above you. You can feel the countertop pressing into your lower back as he leans into you. Slowly, but surely, he backs you into your bedroom, not breaking the kiss for a moment.

Finding the hem of his shirt with shaky fingers, you tug at it softly, signaling to him what you want, asking for permission. Before you can verbally ask him, his shirt is flying into the other corner of the room. You laugh quietly and squeal when his hands find your ass and he lifts you in the air. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, you kiss him again. Getting lost in the way his stubble scratches against your cheeks or the way his skin was so warm, you could feel the warmth through your blue jeans.

Reacher places you on the bed hovering above you briefly before attacking your lips once more.

“Let’s take this off, yeah?” He asks, fingers easing beneath your shirt.

You nod, giving him the okay. He pulls the shirt over your head and throws it across the room, and it lands with a loud thud. Reacher removes himself from you long enough to unbutton his pants and pull them off before he’s right back between your legs. You bite your lip as his black boxers hide no part of him.

The button on your pants pops open easily in your fingers, and you shimmy out of them. Reacher helps you get them off your ankles and drops them. Warm fingertips trace up your thighs, over your hips, and along your sides before Reacher hooks around behind you and undoes your bra. You shiver, as cool air wraps around your newly exposed skin. The chill is soon replaced by Reacher’s warm mouth as he uses his tongue to play with your nipples. Soft pants fall from your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck once more.

“Fuck,” You moan out.

Reacher hums against your skin.

“This is not the time for you to tease me, Reacher.” You practically growl.

You feel him chuckle against you. Instead of listening to you, Reacher moves down your body, littering your skin in kisses. His fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties, and he looks up to you for a brief moment, asking quiet permission to take them off. You nod, and that's all he needs to practically rip them off you. Before you can adjust to the cool air his tongue finds your clit and you buck against him. Instinctively grinding your hips in unison with his tongue. Your moans grew louder as he worked at you longer, his large fingers toying inside of you. As you grow closer to release the warmth is ripped away when Reacher stands up once more. You almost protest, but stop when he rids himself of his boxers finally and comes back to you.

You watch as he runs his hand the length of his abdomen before settling on his cock. He strokes his cock in his fist a few times before running the head of his cock through your slick folds. A moan falls past your lips as he thrusts into you. Slow at first as he allows you to adjust to him, and he finds his rhythm. His hands hold your hips down as he thrusts into you, his pace picking up. Reacher drops his head into the crook of your neck and moans quietly. He bites down softly on the sensitive skin of your neck and you gasp.

Once again you wrap your arms around his neck as he fucks into you. He kisses you roughly as his thrusts meet yours. Moans fill the room as you feel yourself inching closer to your impending orgasm. A gasp falls past your lips when he lifts your leg, changing the angle in which he thrusts into you.

“Fuck,” You groan as he slows his pace with the new position.

Every delicious drag of his cock had shudders rippling through you. Cursing again, you pant out his name and close your eyes, the euphoria building in the pit of your stomach almost too much to bear.

“Look at me,” He instructs, gripping your chin softly.

Opening your eyes, you look at him, taking in the way his breathing labored, the way his pupils were blown out of proportion, and his green eyes were much darker than normal. He kisses you again, this time softer than before, but still just as bruising. Heat pooled in the pit of your abdomen as Reacher’s pace increased again. You were aware of each slow drag of his hips and counter thrust as he held you close as he neared his own release.

The coil in your stomach snaps, and you come, clenching around him as your orgasm wracks through your body. Not far behind you, Reacher finds his own release and collapses beside you. Spent you curl yourself up beside him and snuggle into his side, wanting to stay this way for as long as you could.

After laying there quietly with one another for some time, you prop yourself up on your elbow and take him in once more. His breaths were even once more, and his eyes drooped with exhaustion. Surely, he was exhausted after the day he had.

He surprises you by turning to face you. “I won’t wait two years to come back next time.” He murmurs, barely loud enough for you to hear.

“I’d like that.” You tell him, placing your hand on his shoulder and leaning in to kiss him again.

He pulls you close and holds you tightly, and as you drift off the sleep, he presses a kiss to the side of your head. Today was the day things would change, and for the better.

No pressure tagging some of the mutuals: @xxidontwikeitxx @cryingwriter @supernaturaldawning @gemstone-roses @a-reader-and-a-writer @quaritchscupquake

[bunnibeezness]

KH OC Week Day 7: Future

Years after they began their hunt, Miko finds themself among old and new friends, and more at home than they've felt in a long, long time.

However, their task remains. They will find him. They will make him regret his decisions.

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And that's a wrap on @khoc-week! I can't believe I actually made it. I'm really proud of everyone who participated this year, and everyone who's been interested in Miko's story! It makes me so happy that other people would be invested in them. I love their story and I want to start telling it in more detail.

You all rock!

[GENERAL WARNING: this blog contains properly-tagged adult content, which at some point might include posts about Miko's story (but none of the KH OC Week posts will). You have been warned!]

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[Image ID: A two-panel comic of Miko, a humanoid dream eater.

Panel 1: We see Miko from the back, as they stand on a cliff overlooking a rocky desert. Narration is superimposed on the image. It reads: "It's been years, too many years since the Master of Masters ran away. Years since he left those children to die. I wonder if he knew that I would be hunting him. Is that why he ran so far, tried so hard to wipe his existence from memory? Did he know I would use the skills he taught me to seek him out? I'm getting closer every day."

Panel 2: A close-up of half of Miko's scowling face. The narration reads: "It won't be long now. No matter how long I must traverse the realm of sleep-- no matter how many nightmares try to hinder me, nor dead ends I encounter-- stay on guard, Master. Your days are numbered."

End ID.]

[cryoux]

Wanderer x reader - Soul Invasion

(Part two to Dream Invasion)

The Wanderer had honestly forgotten you were there for a moment, too absorbed in his own racing thoughts. When he returned from his mental journey, the lengths of which he didn't care to admit, he was acutely aware of you. Your eyes, staring at him, seeing him for who he really was. Though right now, that would be a liar and a creep, he assumed.

"I can't be that nice to look at," he said dryly, in an effort to get your uncomfortably nice gaze occupied with something other than staring into his soul.

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head before looking back up at him. "You know you are, jerk." You pointed out, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The Wanderer couldn't hide his shock at the statement. It seemed you quickly realized your mistake, though, when you coughed awkwardly and averted your gaze.

"I mean, from an objective standing." You said quickly, but the damage had already been done. If the Wanderer had a heart, he was sure it would be pounding in his chest right about now. But he didn't, so it wasn't, and therefore he shouldn't logically be feeling this. He couldn't logically be feeling this. Yet your eyes dragged up to meet his, and he was reeling again.

The long silence was getting more awkward by the second. The Wanderer almost possibly felt bad for you, so he rolled his eyes and remedied the situation the best way he knew how.

"Shut up."

You fixed him with an unimpressed look, but it appeared that his clever words had given you the gift of conversation again.

"Glad to see my near-death experience hasn't shaken you up at all," you shot back. The Wanderer almost laughed - your near-death experience had shaken him beyond repair, had damaged him so much that he was now having these feelings. It was all your fault, wasn't it? It was your fault he was feeling this, your fault he couldn't get the stupid feeling of your lips on his out of his stupid head.

He only scoffed. "Why would I be? It wasn't our near-death experience." Except it was probably the closest he had ever gotten to a heart attack, the Wanderer thought.

Now you rolled your eyes at him, yet that smile played on your lips: the very same lips that he currently struggled to get out of his thoughts.

And then he was hit again by the stabbing, aching, pounding reality that you had kissed him in that dream. That you were the one who supposedly couldn't hold yourself back. That you liked him. He didn't feel worthy of such pure, happy feelings. The only things that most folks associated him with were fear, snark, and general rudeness, so why did you feel differently? It stumped him so much that he may as well have written it down as his thesis for that damned Akademiya project Nahida told him to do.

What was it these scholars did after their hypothesis? Experiment? Research? Seethe in a pool of horrible rage and frustration? Nevertheless, the Wanderer found no real issues with his particular question, so he launched it forward into the heavy air.

"Why do you stick around?" He asked, sounding as nonchalant as he could, even though he felt sick with anticipation.

You seemed surprised by that question. He had taken you off guard, yet for once, he didn't feel like gloating about it. Instead he made tense, unwavering eye contact, staring at you even as you looked away.

"Because you're not that bad." You responded with a shrug. Not that bad? Well, it was already a huge improvement from conniving, evil, and loathsome.

Plus, apparently 'not that bad' equated to a kiss, even if it wasn't strictly real. A kiss that, by all means, should not have happened. Yet here he was. Here you were.

You really had a way of defying his expectations, in a way that almost seemed personal sometimes. It was almost like you were created specifically to challenge everything he thought, to argue with every mindset he'd gained over his life.

The Wanderer may have invaded your dreams, but even there, you managed to invade his thoughts. His feelings, his emotions, whatever garbage melded together to constitute a heart. Perhaps it was his soul; his soul you had invaded, made a home in, and stubbornly refused to vacate.

"Is everything okay?" Your voice cut through his internalized crisis, bringing him back to harsh, confusing reality. You were confused, and for good reason. He had just been scowling at your face as he ventured his mindscape.

So, oh powerful Balladeer, oh divine creation, how would he respond? Was being honest even an option?

Would you even still like him if he was vulnerable?

Something about your eyes, the way you looked at him quizzically, but not harshly, told him you just might.

So he let out a massive sigh and allowed the words to leave his tongue. "What is it you see in me?"

How dare you look at him that way, with fondness buried in your gaze. He hated it. Or maybe he hated himself.

"You…" your voice trailed off, and it was a horrifying moment of anticipation. "You're mean. You can be cruel. Sometimes I want to yell at you, other times I just want to understand you." Another pause as you gathered your thoughts.

"But… you have good in you. Something tells me you weren't born this way, but life forced you to become something else. I actually like being around you. You make me laugh, you protect me without even realizing it sometimes. And hey, you brought me here, so you saved my life." You explained, looking around at the little village hut the two of you were in.

The Wanderer tried to find a lie in your words, but there wasn't any. Everything was true, distressingly true. Even if he didn't want to, even if it didn't make sense, he cared about you. And somehow, you cared about him.

He couldn't meet your eyes as he processed it all. You looked at him so comfortably, it was despicable. It was its own kind of cruelty.

"You're an idiot." The Wanderer scoffed, glaring at the bed you lay on. He should have prevented your injury, he thought, proving all of your words right. "You're an idiot for liking me."

You sputtered for a response, and the word 'cute' crossed his mind, and he couldn't tell who he hated more in this moment: You, or his own mind.

"I- Okay, I didn't say I liked you, just that I… I've grown a little fond of you, alright? I know you don't feel the same, so it doesn't matter anyway." You spoke quickly, trying to sound convincing, but your attempted indifference was futile. He knew the truth. And maybe he just couldn't resist the chance to tease you with it.

He smirked at you, in the way that had always made you a bit shy, and now he could pinpoint the reason.

You liked him.

"Really? That's not the message I was getting earlier…" he snickered, leaning closer to you. He was always so in control on the outside, but truthfully, he was on the verge of breaking down for good.

You frowned at him. Wait, he didn't know, right? How could he? There was no possible way, he was sure you were thinking. Just like how there was no possible way for him to develop feelings for you. And yet…

The Wanderer sighed. Oh, he really didn't want to explain this to you. Or to anyone, for that matter. It was terribly complicated -seeing that he'd erased his existence from the world- to explain anything from his past, so he had just decided not to.

But something in him said you deserved an explanation, and he wanted to punch that something in the throat.

"What are you talking about?" You blurted out after an admirably long thought process. Or, that's what he assumed. Maybe it was just a jumbled mess like his was.

A sigh preceded his words, a common occurrence. "Not too long ago, I was… exposed to a great deal of divine power. It granted me extra abilities, and appearing in dreams and visions was one of them. You…" The Wanderer paused. Did he really want you knowing that he was worried about you, when he saw you in that nightmare? …maybe not. That was not something anybody needed to know.

"I wanted to check on your condition." He concluded, leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms. The way you were looking at him, so adorably confused, made him wish he had a heart so he could tear it right out of his chest and be rid of this turmoil.

"Wait, so you were actually in my dream?" You asked nervously, and the Wanderer only nodded.

Your face turned bright red as you processed the information, then stumbled over some form of response.

"Oh shi- I'm so sorry, I didn't know- I mean not that I wouldn't have- I mean I would, and I did, but only because I thought you weren't actually there, and that was probably really weird for you but also it's kind of weird that you were even in my dream in the first place, not that I particularly mind but it's just a strange thought and-"

…silence.

The first thought the Wanderer had, that broke through the quiet reverie, was something along the lines of: your lips were lovely.

He couldn't care less if you had chapped or perfectly soft lips. All he knew was that he'd never felt this alive before. You were warm, you were breathing, you were shaking, you were imperfect, but at that moment he couldn't think of anything more attractive.

Heh. What a curse you were.

[allonsyarrow]

I FINALLY FINISHED IT! after a year and a half of writing, I have finished my first ever fanfic! It has been a long and suprising road, but Learning to Live is finished. I'm so proud of my work and I'm so happy so many people enjoy it! I will definitely be writing more stories. Thank you to everyone who has been with me for the ride, the last chapters will be posted soon.

[mvickym]

So the world didn't end today and I have a degree now??! Slay.

[violetspark14]

day 31 • halloween costumes

costume explanations are as follows!!!!!

connor: barbie because hes strong and independent and learning to love himself and NOT because hes feminine (courtesy of @othystt)

kevin: elsa because he grew up a gifted kid who was forced to live up to expectations which he then realised were stupid

arnold: samwise !!!! he talks about it himself (courtesy of @moesasaur)

naba: uhura (i was initially going to do rapunzel but kevin was already a disney princess) she shows up in making things up again and i thought it was cute

[fortheloveofwbb]

Y OOOUUU GUYS!!!

omgomgomg i just made my first move EVER on this girl I’m talking to and she said she was down to go out fuck fjdhdhd. I’m like so I’m still shaking…. I’ve never been on a date or even asked anyone out what’s like a good first date ideas and shit?? like what should I expect??? what should I do?? help help help I’m panicking and I can’t even ask my friends bc some don’t know I like girls and all are straight….

like this is all so new to me like I’m 21 and i never even like talked to anyone let alone a girl I’m so lame help

[damn-daemon]

Chapter Six Politics and Pride

“If you wish for the entire North to rally behind the cause for independence, then by all means, continue in this line of thinking. It is the North that must punish its own traitors, or you risk war all the same.”

“So we are to both act upon this and not. By all means, tell us what sort of logic you are attempting to persuade us with.”

“Forgive me, I did not realize that I needed to explain the intricacies of politics to the Hand of the King,” Elyse hissed.

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[whitherwanderer]

30 // amity

Breath slow. Eyes open. Hands steady, for once. It was nice not to feel how much of her strength she’d lost and still be able to aim straight.

When was the last time she did this? When was the last time she did this and felt something good?

She squared her posture, pulled her arm back tight, and stared down the first bottle she’d perched on a rock. She took her time. She felt through herself, the wind, the savory calm. And when she was ready, it wasn't a matter of letting go in the way she was used to. Instead, she gripped tight. She squeezed the trigger.

Her arms jerked, but she held herself steady. It wasn’t as loud as she remembered, though the shot rang through the desert and scared the nearby birds into flight or silence. And her target? Sif’s heart nearly burst into flames in her chest when all she could see of it were glittering shards of brown glass littering the dirt. But she pulled a deep breath. Then another. Measured. Composed. For a beat.

Her boot came down hard into the gravel and her arms went up in the air, barking a laugh at herself as she pulled the weapon—this hard-won trophy, a symbol that she wasn’t a failure but merely changed—close to her chest to feel the heat off of it. “Gods, damn it. Finally,” she sighed, an irrepressible smile on her lips.

If only she had more than a precious few bullets, she might have fired off another round or two, become more familiar with the weapon, built her confidence and learned her limits. But this? This small, long-sought victory was enough for now. Enough to assure her that she could still be good for something. That he alone wouldn't have to bear the responsibility of protecting them both.

Spinner would have Her way of turning her fortunes tomorrow, Sif wagered, but today? Today was hers.

She settled down in the shade of the ironwood under which they’d made camp and set the weapon aside in favor of a flask, lifting it to the heavens in thanks before bringing it to her lips. As a bitter taste flooded her tongue, she was given pause, then huffed to herself.

A battle-in-progress that she was fighting on a quieter front. Tea.

[bpmbea]

GUYS BARRY SWIFT IS THE FLASH!!!!!

[poyoofthestars]

Terastal Irregularity (a Magopon AU fic)

Chapter 3: Dreams and Tales Lost to the Stars

//Yay! I actually uploaded on my birthday!

//Teal Mask spoilers ahead, be prepared

“Wa? Magolor? What do you mean by that?” Sailor asked, not understanding what Magolor meant. “Is anyone going to tell me anything? What’s happening? I can’t get anything!” She said, wanting to know. Magolor looked like he didn’t want to talk but,Meta Knight did not want a lie. He wanted the truth, and Magolor is going to give it him. He sighs and says, “Well, I suppose I better start talking. You saw how I handled Dipplin earlier. That crystallized state is called ‘Terastallization’. It’s a phenomenon in the Paldea Region.” He pauses, giving everyone time to let it sink in.

“I never thought that I’d open the can of worms this early, but it is what it is. Anyway, this little tale that I’m going to tell you starts in the Land of Kitakami. Well, at least parts that are important. My name was Ogerpon, the so-called Ogre of Kitakami’ but there’s more to the tale. Long time ago, a friend and I were traveling until we came across Kitakami. But because we looked different, we were cast out of the village and we had to stay at a mountain. Honestly, nothing really changed except us staying in one place. No one bothered with us like helping kind, but there was someone that took pity on us. The village mask maker.” Once again Magolor paused, taking the Teal Mask from his head, looking at it for a while then continuing,

“He made the masks, yes the Teal Mask was part of it, so we could attend the Festival of Masks. Soon enough, we were the talk of the festival. Word spread about the beautiful masks here and there. And it only took three lousy Pokemon to ruin it all.” Tears now started to fall from Magolor.

“When I left that fateful day, I never knew it was the last time… I… I would see my friend. I don’t know what happened, and that hurts me! If only I knew… when I returned to the den, I only found… my Teal Mask… and signs of a struggle. It Arceus damned stung!” He said, tears now flowing down, close to a breakdown. Meta Knight may have suspected Magolor hid so much, but he never expected it to be so much. So much to the point that it would trigger an emotional breakdown. “I never thought… that it would be this much. No wonder he didn’t want to share the tale. I can keep Sailor quiet about this. And because almost no one studies that far in time, they would take him for crazy.” Meta thought, shocked at the amount of emotional baggage Magolor had.

“Magolor?” He asked to the mage, who was still crying, blaming himself. “Magolor! Calm down. Take deep breaths, follow my lead. In, out, in, out.” Meta said, trying to calm Magolor. The mage was able to, but he still looked pained. “S-sorry. I-I’ll continue now.” He said, pained by what was going to be said next, but still powered through with it, though Meta Knight tried to make him stop. “Those l-lousy idiots, t-they took the other three masks. The Hearthflame Mask, the Wellspring Mask, and the Cornerstone Mask. I made them pay, pay for that. They were killed by me… and I regretted everything. They were revered as the heroes and me as the villain. Is it so, so wrong to avenge someone?! Ever since that day, that cursed day, I never showed my face to anyone.” Magolor said angrily while also staying calm.

“This little thing between me and the villagers stayed the same… until she came. Juliana, a student from Paldea. The first time I met her was during the Festival of Masks. I could tell she wasn’t a local. So I thought I could interact with her as a child. All went to the drain though, because I accidentally dropped my mask. Not wanting to be suspected, I left. Unfortunately, I was forced to leave the mask. Juliana was really kind, she returned the mask. But somehow, those Lousy 3 came back to life! I got my butt kicked immediately. I’m forever thankful both of them. Carmine.. I hear she used to be harsh, but she mellowed down. As for me, I wanted to go with Juliana, but Kieran, Carmine’s brother, wanted me to go with him.. and he challenged Juliana with a Pokemon Battle that she ultimately won.” He said, looking much better now. Ultimately, he decided to continue.

“Not to brag but, I’m one of the few Pokemon that can Terastallize by will without going berserk. Most Pokemon, like Dipplin here, need help from either the Galapagos idiot or a Tera Orb. Said idiot is not doing his job. Why did Briar get all fired up about the idiot in question is a mystery to me down to this day.”

“What?” Meta Knight asked Magolor.

“An onion.” Magolor snickered, continuing their little conversation. “Well, we should keep moving. The place with the most Tera energy is just around the corner, this way now!” He smiled, leading the way. Magolor himself was now in a good mood and considering the emotional breakdown he had earlier, this was better.

“Well, we’re almost there, prepare your eyes for a heck of a view. Tera energy gathers up in there. So you may see crystallized objects on the way. Aaand here we are! The Terastallized Caves. A.K.A, our destination, and a chunk of the Underdepths of Area Zero.” He said acting like a tourist guide.

“I- wow, it’s beautiful! And the energy clumped themselves into these crystals?! The readings are getting really high! And is that a tree?! How?!” Sailor queried, unable to comprehend the view before them. “Dunno anything about how they form. All I know is that they come from the idiot. I’m sure he’ll love your questions.” Magolor replied, then tapped the tree twice. “All we’ll have to do is wait.” “Umm.. how long?” Sailor Dee asked. Magolor then looked at the direction of the caves, but nothing came. “What in the name of the Original One is going on. Sure he’s an idiot, but he doesn’t completely ignore the code.” Magolor said, moving toward the caves. “Hey! Idiot! You there?! Oh come on. You’ve got to be kidding me.” He said, not receiving any response from Terapagos.

[allbluedepths]

Little celebratory post for myself: as of this evening, I’ve finished the project that’s the equivalent to a thesis for my master’s degree. Now to catch up on everything else — and graduate in under a month and a half!! : )

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

I directed a chorus today. Like, at a performance the chorus was getting paid to perform at.

I don’t usually direct a chorus.

I did direct a (very small) school chorus when I was in high school and college. That was roughly a decade ago.

I haven’t had ANY formal training in music ensemble conducting, but I did learn some things by being in choirs (like, really good ones) as a kid. I also learned a little by being the “lab rat” for a choir director’s workshop that my childhood director ran and taught every year.

But again, nothing where I was the intended student.

Despite all that, today went really well. And I was really nervous about it.

Yay small wins!

[owlcryptid]

I am just a piece of meat.

[borathae]

I just finished Magnus Venatio. Holy fuck. I just wrote the last word for it and now I’m actually done. Oh my fucking god.