#i loved it so much at the wee age of 11

[landwriter]

Desperate Measures | Dream/Hob | 1.2K | G v silly and fluffy, literally 90% air, dream attempts a romantic gesture, hob is a sap and forgetful, human au, part text fic

for @domaystic drabbles, Day 6: Under the Same Umbrella

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Dream woke up to 26 texts from Hob. He put on his glasses and began his morning read. It’d replaced Times for him. The editorial quality, he thought, was far superior.

Hob (7:19 am) heading out, gave you a wee forehead kiss and you didn’t even stir. sleeping bloody beauty. love you disgustingly much x

Hob (7:26 am) couldn’t find my umbrella anywhere can you take a look if it’s not too much of a bother? feel like i’ve gone mad

Hob (7:30 am) christ it’s bucketing down!! standing under the eaves just to tell you how much it’s bucketing down

plants will be happy at least so will my goth boyfriend ;) hope your writing goes well today love. extra atmosphere!!

Hob (8:42 am) nevermind don’t look for it remembered that i left it in my office told johanna she can use it since i’m at the archives all day anyway glad i’m not the only one who’d forget their own head if it wasn’t screwed on :) :) :)

Hob (10:11 am) you should’ve seen the look lisa gave me when i showed up had to dry myself off in the men’s w half a forest of paper towels there goes my carbon offset from walking i said christ you’re probably still in bed asleep warm dry!! lucky bastard

wish i could come back already and drip puddles all over you

Hob (10:37 am) if this keeps up i’m going to look like mr darcy in the rain on your doorstep tonight don’t worry i promise not to propose marriage while insulting you xx although i do love you most ardently

...elizabeth

Dream smiled, read them all again, contemplated, and then sent his reply.

Dream (11:01 am) Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have been through

Hob replied moments later.

?? you sound like a customer service agent wait you’re quoting the film you can’t reject me if i’ve not proposed to you!! yet!!!

Dream snorted. 'and I am very sorry I have caused you pain' went the line. They’d watched it last weekend. Hob had cried, and Dream had privately decided that if Hob proposed, he’d say yes. Even if it was poorly done. It wouldn’t be, though. Not if Hob was doing it. He sent a second text.

...and I am very sorry you were drenched by rain.

Then he got out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen. His phone buzzed anew as he made tea and toast. He smiled at the sound. On their first date, Hob had warned Dream that he had a bad habit of annoying boyfriends over text. Dream, on his first date in six years, had wondered what it might be like to be so effusively charming that you could have enough boyfriends to form habits around them at all. He hadn’t known what to say, and Hob had ducked his head, grimacing a little, and said, “Just tell me to piss off, please, if I do? I know I can be a bit much.”

Dream believed it, because the man was telling him about his habits with boyfriends after one date. Not that he minded. And three months in, Dream had yet to tell him to piss off.

Turns out, a bit much was exactly what he’d wanted. Needed, in truth. Someone to tether him to the real world. His phone had become a modern-day lodestone in his pocket, a comforting pull of Hob-ness that would always point him back to life whenever he’d emerge, blinking and disoriented, out of the mire of his work. Work that he loved - creating worlds out of nothing, writing stories that would change people - but, coming on the age of thirty with nothing to show for it but recurring wrist strain and an upmarket flat that never had any guests, work that had also made him spend so much time apart from the rest of humanity that he was sometimes unsure how to rejoin it.

The tipping point had been when his eldest sister had found out that he hadn’t spoken to anyone else in between two of their regular dinners. Which were monthly. It had been mortifying. She’d smiled sadly, which was excruciating enough, and then gotten the gleam of a plan in her eyes, which had been far worse. “I’m setting you up,” she’d said. “I know just the guy. We go way back. I think you’ll like him.”

He had. Now, when his phone buzzed, he found himself frowning if it wasn’t Hob. (An exceedingly rare occasion.) But this time it was, of course. Four short messages sent one after the other:

hahahaha ok fine that was v good enjoy your day x

Five hours later, not even the curtain of rain awaiting him outside could douse the anticipation in his belly. An idea, he knew, was a powerful thing. Dream didn’t have an umbrella - Hob always shared with him, and would’ve apologetically nicked his if he had - so he would make the first leg of the journey as Hob did. He intended to go and get something nice, but once in the cold downpour, his resolve failed him almost at once, and he ducked into the first shop that had umbrellas in the window.

“Hiya,” said the girl at the counter without looking up from her phone.

Dream ignored her, blinking the rain out of his eyes, belatedly registering all the merchandise had a unifying theme and that he’d made a terrible mistake, borne of sheer desperation.

“Would you happen to have any other umbrellas? In black?” he asked. Hidden behind the counter, perhaps. If only you knew to ask.

The girl looked at him with an air of disbelieving reproval only accessible to teenagers and the very elderly. “You could try Boots, you know. It’s just down the street.”

Dream looked out the window. Rain torrented down. Commuters hurried past with their sensibly coloured umbrellas. From places exactly like Boots.

“Or we’ve got rain ponchos,” she added. It sounded like a threat.

“Nevermind,” said Dream quickly. “I’ll take it.”

“Enjoy your visit in London, sir,” she called out as he left.

He stepped outside and flicked open the umbrella with slightly more force than necessary.

Dream waited a few paces outside the archives, wanting to surprise Hob properly. Two separate pairs of tourists had thought he was their London Ghost Tours guide, and he was beginning to regret not holding out for longer, drenching be damned. Then Hob emerged, striding out and immediately stopping to pull out his phone. He was smiling at it. Dream smiled too, in anticipation.

A moment later his own phone buzzed loudly in his coat pocket, and Hob looked up in surprise.

“Oh my god,” he said. Then he said it again.

“I heard you needed an umbrella,” said Dream. He’d had the line already, since he got the idea. It had been very dashing and romantic in his head. It was somewhat undermined by the dreadful costuming choice that had been forced upon him.

Hob looked between Dream and the umbrella, bafflement melting into a happy laugh. He ducked underneath, pecking Dream on the lips. “I’m not sure I needed one quite this badly. Did you rob some poor tourist?”

“Unhappily, I paid for this.”

“Oh no,” said Hob, pulling away and pretending to inspect him for injury. “My poor darling. Your dignity.”

Dream sniffed. “I will recover.”

“Here,” said Hob. “I’ll carry it for you. You’ll only be guilty by association, then.”

They began walking, a bobbing Union Jack in a sea of blacks and greys. After the chief sin of ugliness, it was also a little small for two grown men, but Dream found he didn’t resent that at all, as Hob tucked him tightly into his side to keep them both dry. People gave them a wide berth. Tourists could never be trusted with umbrellas.

“You’ve rescued me, you know,” said Hob, nuzzling into his cheek.

“It wouldn’t do to have you dripping puddles all over the floors,” said Dream.

“Even if I looked terribly handsome, all wet and ardent?”

Dream bit his lip and smiled a little. “Perhaps you can be wet and ardent in the shower. Instead.”

Hob laughed again. It was Dream’s favourite sound. “Much warmer than the rain anyway. Deal.” Rain drummed down on their private nylon ceiling. “I was thinking chicken tikka masala for dinner?”

And so they made their way home, and although the rain never let up, Dream was so content and warm that he might’ve sworn they were walking in the sun.

[py-dreamer]

Ooop- so it's almost mid september...

Y'know what that means?

Yea so we have a return of the stickers!!!

Well less stickers and kinda whatever this is Ig

Don't get me wrong I'm still super proud of it! I suppose it was meant to be like stickers from last year but it kinda escalated and sort off got a wee bit out of hand...

...just a tad bit...

Woooh! So anyone who's in the KNY hotpot might recognize this style and yes I did basically use the KNY birthday art format but COME ON!!!

IT'S SO CUTE!!!

LOOK AT MAH BOIII SITTING ON THAT CAKE!!!

I JUST WANNA NOM BIG BITE!!!

(If you can't tell I do really like this cake art)

I promise this time it is really 10 days till my actual birthday unlike the whoopsie 11 I did last year -_-'

And I know it's not Mk's birthday even though it looks like it is, I know. But it's the bloody format of the art and Idk how else to change it. Besides I think they slay in those birthday outfits.

And it was fun to do my sticker style in a bigger thing!

But Idk if it's cause I haven't touched my bloody stylus in ages or I've been swimming in the KNY hotpot for too long BUT WHY WAS MK'S FACE SO HARD TO DRAW FROM THE FRONT VIEW!!!

I HAD TO COMPROMISE, MANS LOOKING TOWARDS THE SIDE!!!! LIKE XIAOTIAN I LOVE YOU AND WANT TO SQUEEZE THEM CUTE LIL CHEEKS OF YOURS BUT WHY ARE YOU SO HARD TO DRAW FROM THE FRONT!??!?

HE LOOKED LIKE A BLOODY CAT WITH SLIT EYES Y'ALL!!!

Oml...regardless, I did have a lot of fun with this and had lots of fun with the decorations and such. If you were here last year, your keen memory and astute eye might notice that the cake is the same cake I used in the 'shenanigans in space' birthday stickers I did last year!

@leesbian42, @cats-and-confusion remember that lol?

So the tiny memory flower thing and star candies are an homage to that :)

(btw, pssttt @emerialyncodevenice I know we haven't talked in a while but you mentioned that you liked the bloomin cake and was thinking of using it. Feel free to use this if you like, Idk how just credit me m'kay?)

But anyways, if y'all wanna use this pic, again. Pls credit me.

AND NO REPOSTING PLEASE!!!

The decorations are meant to be sugar cookies and idk what the icing is. Since I'm thinking more of an east asian fruit cake (those really really soft fluffy spongy ones) I was thinking more like light yellow dyed whipping cream and less buttercream.

Maybe even some kinda custard Idk...(does custard go well with cake?)

The orange chunks are meant to be like mango balls or chunks and hopefully the red thingys in the middle read across as strawberries

I had to include the Monkey king plush, he's just so little!

I was tempted to draw in the other characters as plushies since they are as important to MK probably but it's getting late and I'd already been working on this baby for like 3 hours already.

All in all, I do really like this and ngl, pray this doesn't flop.

I know my single stickers don't always do well but pls y'all I like this very much...

It is nice to compare this year's work and last year and I am proud to say I have improved at least somewhat

And as for why I rarely post, well I've gotten back from my holiday but sadly I'm at that age where work and stuff will be my main focus for the time being.

Got a lot of assignments and tests y'know...

(hell I have one due the 17th and tests to do tomorrow and here I am faffing on about legos on tumblr)

And like I said, I have been blipping and dabbing in demon slayer, read a lot more KNY fics lately (I actually have a mini sketch of kamaboko squad as hashiras, heavily inspired off of other designs but even so-, if I'm in the mood I might post that!)

But enough yapping, I'll try my best to keep up this 10 days thing

(if you don't know up till my birthday for 10 days I try to post a sticker or thingy like this one)

no promises since I am busier this year but this was a lot of fun so you'll definitely see some stuff.

(I just realized I have to keep up this level of detail in my other stuff T^T save meeeeeee plsssss)

[angel-of-the-moons]

First off I'm really happy to see someone's still writing for MK11. It feels like everyone's dropped the game for the new one. So thank you. Second I would like to request MK11 Hanzo x fem reader fluff where reader found out she was pregnant and is really worried about telling Hanzo.

MK 11 is near and dear to me because it's what got me back into the franchise back when it first came out. At first I loved D'Vorah but then I got attached to Hanzo and Kuai's dynamics and then when Mileena came back? Ugh! Love!

Blossom

Hanzo x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: A little angst, fluff, pregnancy stuff! (Maybe an implied age gap between Reader and Hanzo but nothing specific, though Reader is definitely over 20)

Divider by @/saradika-graphics

Your nerves were eating themselves alive, feeling frayed at the edges as you plucked the edges of your sleeves in your anxiety.

How were you going to tell him? Ugh!

You could have sworn it was a safe day for you, when you were with him last... week? A few weeks ago? By the Elder Gods, how far were you along? The flimsy pieces of plastic you got at the store when you ventured into town on a "girl's trip" with Sonya couldn't predict that...

Sonya patted your back, the older woman smiling in sympathy, "Hey, I know how you feel. Cassie wasn't planned at all. Trust me, kid."

"I... It's just..." Your voice trembled almost as much as your hands holding the pregnancy test did. "What if he... what if he doesn't want it? After losing his wife and son, I... what if he doesn't want this--want us anymore--because he's afraid?"

"You sound like you already made up your mind about keeping the baby..." Sonya murmured softly.

You nodded, lifting your gaze to meet hers. You were sitting in the bathroom in she and Johnny's hotel suite--they were in Japan for some film shoot--your voices echoed softly off the tile walls and floor.

"I did. Is it... bad that I want this?" You asked her, chewing your bottom lip.

"No, no. no. Listen--" Sonya took the test from your hand carefully and laid it on the counter, before taking your hands in hers. "You're perfectly capable of making a decision like this. And... On the off-chance that Hanzo doesn't want this... Johnny and I will help you out. You deserve that."

"R-Really?" You asked her as your voice began to quiver. "You... You'd do that?"

"Hell yeah I would. You're one of the best operatives we have. A good fighter, great defender of Earthrealm. And... you're going to be a great mom. I'd be a major bitch if I just kicked you out after doing this with you without helping in some way."

"Think you mean General." You sniffled, smiling at her; your eyes misty with emotion. You never expected in your military career that the Sonya Blade would be one of your biggest supporters in this kind of event in your life. But... here you were.

Sonya grinned. "Damn straight. Now... if you need to, think about it before you spring it on him. Rehearse what you have to say before telling him if you gotta, okay?"

"How did... you tell Johnny about..."

"Oh, I threw the pregnancy tests at his big fat head and said "Congrats, you knocked me up, jackass"." She chuckled nostalgically.

"You did?" You gasped.

Sonya turned to you with a grin. "Yep. Shithead started crying right on the spot."

She cuffed you on the shoulder whilst you shared a laugh.

"Go and get a good night's rest, honey. You're gonna need it."

It had been nearly two days since your talk with Sonya. You had rehearsed in your head every night since over and over and over until the wee hours of the morning what Hanzo might say, and what you in turn would say to him.

But imagining the scenarios was enitrely different than putting them into action yourself...

You and Hanzo had been walking through the Fire Gardens, watching the Sakura blossoms shake and fall loose around you in a mix of velvety pink and white. It was beautiful, and a scene you normally would find very relaxing--if it weren't for the heavy iron blanket hanging in the air--the tension was so thick you weren't surprised Hanzo picked up on it.

"Something is bothering you." He said softly, his warm palm squeezing yours as you walked.

"...yeah." You answered truthfully, squeezing back.

Hanzo tugged your hand up to his chest, bringing your slow, leisurely walk to a halt. His deep, thoughtful eyes affixed their gaze to yours, imploring you. "Speak to me, my love. Please."

You felt your heart patter in your ribcage anxiously as his request hung in the air. Long, agonizing minutes stretched on for what felt like hours.

"Hanzo..." You managed to get out, despite your tongue feeling like sandpaper.

"I'm pregnant."

And with those two simple words... it was like the universe around you came to a floundering halt.

"...What?" He whispered, dropping your hand and taking a step back.

The absence of his touch filled you with fear, made you grow cold. Were your fears right? Did Hanzo not want this? You? The baby?

"You're... pregnant?" He whispered, his voice so soft you could just barely hear it over the branches in the trees creaking in the early summer breeze.

You nod, swallowing at the stone lodged in your throat, "Yeah..."

Once more the agonizing silence swallowed you both, the yawning chasm of anxiety etching itself deeper inside of you with every second that ticked by.

As you opened your mouth to speak, Hanzo closed the gap between you, crushing your body against his in a fierce, caging hug. His arms felt like the steel jaws of a bear trap as he held you, nearly squeezing the air from your lungs as he buried his face in your hair.

The silence still stretched on, however this time, you realized, it was not because Hanzo was upset or angry--but because he was crying.

His body trembled only slightly, his muscles straining to hold you without crushing you any more than he already was.

"Hanzo?" You whispered, your hope soaring even just a tiny bit.

"I love you." He croaked, his voice so rough it made you want to cry, "I love you more than life. I lost everything I loved... Quan-Chi turned me into a soulless, undead slave... I never thought I would be so happy again, as long as I lived. And... And then I found you."

He pulled back, one of his hands cupping your cheek; his thumb sweeping away one of the fat tears that tumbled down your cheek. His eyes were glassy and full of his own tears, but he had the warmest smile you'd ever seen on anyone.

"I love you so much, my fire lily. My heart." He rasped, his lips quivering even the slightest bit.

"Have you... decided what you want to--"

"I want to keep the baby, Hanzo." You blurted, your heart pounding and your blood rushing in your ears.

He sighed, his eyes soft and loving as he looked at you. "I... I am not surprised you have already made up your mind. You have always been so sure and confident. It is one of the many reasons why I adore you."

You smiled back, "I... I want this, Hanzo. I want our baby. I want... I want you with us, too." You licked your bottom lip.

"If you want us."

Hanzo responded to you by pulling you close and kissing you until your breath left your body; his tongue twisting and dancing with yours before brushing your lips as he pulled away, leaving you almost dazed and light-headed.

"I would let Kuai Liang freeze me to a block of ice and leave me on a desolate mountain to be eaten by wild animals before I let anything tear the two of you away from me." He said resolutely, his eyes steely and adamant.

Your body sagged with relief--literally--and you found yourself supported by Hanzo's strong embrace, your legs feeling like jelly and nearly giving out beneath you. Hanzo chuckled fondly as he rubbed your back to help soothe you.

Your name left his lips like a reverent prayer--and you lifted your head to look at him, tears now freely falling down your face as you smiled gleefully, "I--I was so scared.... Af-after what happened to you before, I... I was scared..."

"That out of fear for losing the two of you, I would run? Send you away for your safety?" He chuckled, as if the very notion was ridiculously insane.

"Never. It would take armageddon for something as cowardly as that. And maybe not even then."

You sniffed and hiccup, your mind a whirl of emotions as you began to break down once again, letting Hanzo hold you as he soothed you, spoke to you, and said the most romantic things you'd only read about in books.

He was happy. He wanted you and the baby. He was excited about having a family once again.

Hanzo Hasashi would once again get to feel the joy of seeing his child enter the world, getting to hold them; hearing their sweet cries as air filled their lungs.

He would get to be a father--and hopefully husband--once again.

[scotianostra]

January 15th 1803 saw the birth of Marjory Fleming, "Pet Marjory", child writer and poet, who died in 1811 of meningitis at the age of 8 years and 11 months.

One of my favourite, yet tragic tales, young Pet Marjory is a touching story of a wee lass that packed so much into her short life.

Marjory Fleming was an extraordinary child prodigy, she left poems, letters and a journal that are now one of the treasures of the National Library of Scotland; and in 1889 Sir Leslie Stephen, Virginia Woolf's father, wrote an entry about her for the original Dictionary of National Biography, believing that 'no more fascinating infantile author has ever appeared. What makes this all the more remarkable is, Marjory was a mere 8 years old when she died.

It’s been said she was a distant relative of Sir Walter Scott, although there is no real evidence they ever met Robert Louis Stevenson and Mark Twain also thought highly of her.

Marjory spent most of her sixth, seventh and eighth years in Edinburgh being tutored by her teenage cousin, Isabella Keith. Isabella is mentioned is the somewhat odd opening line of Marjory’s famous journal: ‘Many people are hanged for Highway robbery Housebreking Murder &c. &c. Isabella teaches me everything I know and I am much indebted to her she is learnen witty & sensible.’

Marjory returned to Kirkcaldy in July 1811, and wrote on 1 September to her cousin, ‘We are surrounded with measles at present on every side’. She herself contracted measles in November and although she apparently recovered, died in December from what is now thought to have been meningitis. She was a month short of her ninth birthday.

Marjory was an accomplished and witty poet and diarist although she was not published until 50 years after her death. Her writings became hugely popular in the Victorian period albeit with the published editions altered as some her her language was thought inappropriate for an eight year old. The first account of her was given by a London journalist in the Fife Herald and reprinted as a booklet entitled Pet Marjorie: a Story of Child Life Fifty Years Ago. The nickname ‘Pet’ and the spelling of her name with ‘ie’ were inventions of her biographer: both appear on Marjory’s gravestone in Abbotshall Kirkyard, Kirkcaldy erected in 1930.

Marjory’s precocious intellect is noted in the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography: ‘She records enjoying the poems of Pope and Gray, the Arabian Nights, Ann Radcliff’s ‘misteris [sic] of udolpho’, the Newgate calendar, and ‘tails’ by Maria Edgworth and Hannah More.’ Her abilities are also apparent in the pithy comments in her journal and in her valiant attempts to write in rhyming couplets.

Robert Louis Stevenson is quoted as saying, ‘Marjory Fleming was possibly – no, I take back possibly – she was one of the noblest works of God.’

I had a hunt around and found a few of her poems and have picked out two that I liked best the first is written about her cousin with whom she lived in Edinburgh, the simplicity and innocence of the poem I must admit has brought a tear to my eye, especially as it written by a 6 year old……“

My Dear love Isabella”

Here lies sweet Isabell in bed,

With a night-cap on her head;

Her skin is soft, her face is fair,

And she has very pretty hair;

She and I in bed lie nice.

And undisturbed by rats and mice;

She is disgusted with Mr. Worgan,

Though he plays upon the organ.

Her nails are neat, her teeth are white,

Her eyes are very, very bright;

In a conspicuous town she lives,

And to the poor her money gives;

Here ends sweet Isabella’s story,

And may it be much to her glory.I love in Isa’s bed to lie,

Oh, such joy and luxury!

The bottom of the bed I sleep,

And with great care within I creep;

Oft I embrace her feet of lillys,

But she has gotten all the pillys.

Her neck I never can embrace,

But I do hug her feet in place.

The manuscripts of Marjory Fleming’s writings can be seen in the National Library of Scotland online here https://digital.nls.uk/marjory-fleming/archive/100989212

[carewyncromwell]

"Hey, let's go! Hey, let's go!

I'm happy as can be!

Let's go walking, you and me...

Ready, set, come on, let's go!"

~"Hey Let's Go (English version)" from My Neighbor Totoro

x~x~x~x

🎉Happy New Year from the Cromwells!!🎉

My dear mum and I -- who just finished purchasing and moving into a new home together and are very happy with the new arrangement -- recently rewatched one of our old favorites, Studio Ghibli's My Neighbor Totoro (specifically the original Fox English dub, which I still have on VHS), and afterwards, I just had to draw some content for preteen!Jacob and wittle!Carewyn. (For more of these two's dynamic in this age range, you can read this drabble, if you want!) And with how very cold it's been the last few weeks, I figured these two and their mum Lane needed some warm winter clothes!!

So yes, this is Lane with Jacob newly age 11 and Carewyn age 2 1/2, the winter before Jacob received his Hogwarts letter. This would explain why Jacob's hair is so much shorter, Carewyn actually has enough hair to wear in pigtails, and all three of these dears have such well-fitting and matching clothes -- after family patriarch Evan Bach's departure, Jacob started growing his hair out once he started at Hogwarts, Carewyn had to cut her hair because the kids in her new school started pulling on the braid her mum would tie her hair into, and the Cromwell family's funds shrank considerably with Lane as sole breadwinner. Lane is also (as always) so unbelievably proud of her son and how good of a big brother he is, as well as so beyond happy seeing just how close Carewyn and Jacob are and how much they both clearly adore each other. It's so much easier for poor socially-anxious Lane to brave going out in public around other people when she can watch her wee bairns having such sweet, innocent fun. And it makes Carewyn and Jacob all the happier, being able to spend some quality time on a walk with their mother. 💜

Hope your New Year is going well! Much love! xoxo

[ferretrade]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

Thanks to @merlyn-bane for tagging me! <3

1.) How many works do you have on ao3

Currently 56!

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

183,482

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

At this moment, it's Star Wars all day every day. Specifically into the prequel era and Star Wars Rebels related stuff.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Twenty-Two - an Enjoltaire fic I wrote when I was 20 so let's not talk about that

it's a gift to be truly known - skybridger fic, I'm thrilled to see it this high :')

held like a dream - codywan, interesting it's done better than the others

Lost in the Supermarket - another enjoltaire from the wee age of 20, don't look at me

beholder - codywan, I do really really love this one

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, mostly! I don't always because it gets mixed up with my anxiety and I feel overwhelmed and pressured. So I live by a policy of "respond if I am feeling it, if not nbd."

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I genuinely can't think of anything that has an angsty ending. Angsty middles, sure, but I'm a happy ender. I guess it's like poetry, it rhymes (shatterpoint lineage fic) is a little bittersweet?

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hard to choose? I've written some pretty sappy fluff. I've decided on frame the halves, call them a whole (codywan) because you get a good, way pre-O66 fix it that means no one I like died PLUS force sensitive clones! :)

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

I don't believe I ever have!

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Haha yes. It's generally queer and pretty tame in terms of kink.

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope, never have.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so! My fics are pretty mid-tier at their highest popularity so I don't think anyone really cares to lol

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes and I'm still so, so flattered and thrilled by it. :''') I believe I had one (or even two???) old Les Mis fic translated before, but I don't see it linked on ao3. And then there's this absolute beauty:

Comme de la poésie, ça rime

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not technically, but Haley and I have a draft we lovingly refer to as only fan-akin, doc titled (by Haley, credit where due) "the west wing but if sam married the hooker and became president instead of dropping that storyline and leaving after s3"

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

Maybe probably Billy/Teddy from Young Avengers. They're my boys!!!

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Baby girl, I have WIPs you don't even know. I wish I could write the jedi temple epic I wanted to, but my thoughts and feelings have changed so much the whole concept has collapsed and what I have is too messy to use elsewhere. And then there's the courferre soulmate fic I dearly meant to finish and just never will since the interest dried up.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. That's the easiest part for me to write.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

Uh well first of all, actually getting myself to write is a big fucking challenge of mine. But really, the spacial stuff and descriptions kill me. Please know that if you ever read non-dialogue, non-thought parts that you like, it probably took me like 10 writing passes to get it just right. I live in a state of editing and reediting.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I just don't! I am willing to add in as much as I know or easy words-- like a bonjour or, if we're talking Star Wars, sprinkles of words like vode. But if someone is talking in sentences, I will straight up do "Sabine said something in Mando'a" or "Stop that, Sabine told him in Mando'a." Easier for me that trying to do bad translations.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Young Avengers!

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

This is ever changing. While I probably go back and read it's a gift to be truly known the most, I love a single slow desire for it being the best, biggest world building I've done. Plus it's f/f and I need more of that in my writing life

I think everyone ever has been tagged already, but if not! Tags for you: @afoundling @happybean17 @tired-bshocked @goddammitjim

[zombolouge]

twenty questions for fic writers

tagged by the incomparable and enchanting @icescrabblerjerky , and you caught me while I'm already comparing writing stats for other things so this fits in well with that task ;)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 19 baybeee

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 2,319,545. I am. Verbose.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Legend of Zelda, Ace Attorney, Mystic Messenger, and then I wrote the novelization of the song 6969 by Ninja Sex Party and a Caduceus character study for CR.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Indefensible (Ace Attorney) has 1,234 (HA!)

As Bright as the Stars (Mystic Messenger) has 1111 (ALSO HA)

Tearing Down the Heavens (Dragon Age: Inquisition) has 730

Hundred Years in the Making (LoZ: Breath of the Wild) has 627

We Are Ferelden (Dragon Age: Origins) has 271

Genuinely really surprised none of the Mass Effect fics are in this category, I'm so proud of those XD

5. Do you respond to comments? Absolutely always, whenever possible. lol I will also ramble at anyone that asks me questions.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably The Traveler, which I warn you from the very start has a sad ending. It's Dragon Age fic retelling the stories Solas tells of his time dreaming in the Fade, with the trappings of a Doctor Who theme in which he travels through the fade with a series of companions.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Uhhhhhhh I think probably We Are Ferelden comes closes to a happy ending? Eventually I will give my DA series an actual happy ending though. Most of them end either bittersweet in some way or as a sort of non-ending ending because I know the story continues.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I've gotten a wee bit of hate on the Zelda fic, Hundred Years in the Making, but it was fairly mild. I don't really respond to it much though because it's hard for a stranger to say something that will actually hurt my fee fees XD

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Oh yeah, sure. Most my fics contain smut of some kind. I don't really write smut without plot, though, it's gotta be a natural part of the narrative or I just lose interest.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I have not. I just haven't thought of one that caught my attention enough to want to write it down.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of. I have had some lines and suggestions used, but usually that's with credit. lol now I HAVE had jokes and things I've said stolen but that's a bit different.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope! I'd prob be open to it but I'd deffo want credited as the OG author.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes! I think it's been orphaned now though lol

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? I CAN'T CHOOSE THIS. But prob Shakarian.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I will finish all my WIPs, how dare you doubt me. (The Traveler would have been my choice for this but I FINISHED IT NOW MOTHERFUCKER)

16. What are your writing strengths? Words....go many. Big words. lmao honestly I don't ever really know. I think I'm good at characterization.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Brevity.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I do it sometimes, but usually make an author's note that it's done with shitty translation software so it will not be Authentic. (if I were putting it in a novel I'd prob pay to have someone look it over, but fic is free and thus my resources put into it are limited lol)

19. First fandom you wrote for? I'm gonna assume the AU crossover I wrote for Pokemon/Dragonriders of Pern/Zelda/Narnia when I was 9 does not count. lol it was Dragon Age tho

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written? My Mass Effect series, I think. I love different things about all my fics, usually because I was doing different things in all of them, but A Name for the Stars trilogy is something that I'm most proud of. Almost every scene in that serves a plot purpose and I wove a LOT of different things together to create one cohesive thing, and I think if you can get through all of it, it has the biggest bang for the buck. Also I burned that realllll slow XD

I will tag @jusbeinkt and @kesla and @literarypeachtea and @tinkeringteacup (do it if you feel like it, no pressure here frens lol)

[babykentthegent]

On Cloud Nine Months

The fact that Kent will be one-year-old in just three months seems impossible. My broken record statement is saying how fast time seems to be going by. All that to say, Kent is growing into such a fun, loving, and active little human. The last month has been about trying new things, learning new things, and going on new adventures!

When it comes to solids, Kent LOVES to eat. He is still warming up to certain foods, like berries or anything he deems too tart. He now has six visible teeth in the front which has somehow made his smile even more adorable. We just went to his 9-month checkup and learned he's as healthy as a horse. That's our #1 priority, so we're happy!

We broke out the hiking backpack for an afternoon walk with the dogs at the park. Don't let his tired look deceive you, he loved it! Overall, Kent is a happy baby. We get comments from friends and family all the time about how he doesn't cry, he's always smiling, and just what a good baby he is. We are here to inform everyone that he does in fact cry, but typically it's only when one of his core needs hasn't been met. I like to think that the book Happiest Baby on the Block really helped us, so highly recommend to new parents. Now 9-months in, we just try to do our best to predict his needs before he gets to that point. See exhibit A (above) of Kent with his friend Mina when he is super tired. He's also starting to notice when we leave him with the nanny or other people as he's more aware of what's going on.

One of the biggest highlights over the last month was our first ever family road trip to Cali. Being my family and I are originally from California, it was a family tradition growing up that Rob and I have vowed to do with Kent. Our first drive was to Chico/Oroville, which took us roughly 11 hours. There, we spent time with Kent's "Opa and Gigi". Even though my mom is no longer with us, the house felt warm, comforting, and I still felt her presence. Gina was kind enough to watch Kent one day so mom and dad could spend some time with my stepdad. It was a short, but nice visit.

Our second stop was Bakersfield to visit Kent's cousins and auntie. They LOVED Kent! Our niece, Olivia, was fortunate enough to have met Kent when he was a wee baby in WA, but this was Riley's first time meeting the baby. Seeing Kent with them really warmed our hearts. We were sad to only get to stay for a day, but were so glad we spent time together. The morning we were getting ready to leave, Riley was showing Kent how to crawl, after we shared with him that Kent was so close to crawling. Then, before our eyes, Kent mimicked his cousin and crawled for the first time! I could tell Riley felt special that he got to witness this and my mouth was hurting from grinning so much. What a wonderful way to give them our sendoff.

The final stop on our trip was in Long Beach to see my brother, sister-in-law, and more cousins of Kent's! The three kids were obsessed with Kent, which was fun to watch. The littlest, Kalei, kept showing Kent his toys, explaining things to Kent as if he understood, and dubbed him his buddy. With them being the closest in age out of all of Kent's cousins, I have a feeling they'll be fast friends. Even the two older kids, Kai, and Kamaile, showed a lot of interest in Kent. My sister also came over from Fullerton to spend time with us. The best way to describe it was happy chaos, which is honestly what I grew up with so it felt comforting and familiar.

We spent the days with my sister visiting the Long Beach aquarium and stopping by Laguna Beach. Kent really enjoyed the aquarium, admittedly more than I thought he would. At one point they had a star fish petting area, but Kent thought he could just play and splash in the water. Both embarrassing and hilarious. He loved the jelly fish the most. At the beach, it was Kent's first time seeing the ocean and touching sand. He was not a fan of the freezing cold water, but he did like the sand. He liked the sand so much that he took a giant handful and swiftly forced it in his mouth. I tried my best to get it out, but that's how kids learn I guess, haha!

This trip really filled our cups and reminded me how important it is to spend time with family. I didn't realize how much I needed that, but truly it just made us so happy to see Kent meet more of his family and making memories together, even if he doesn't remember. He was most certainly the star of the show! Kent also did surprisingly well in the car AND his favorite word on this trip was "mama" which has been music to my ears. We are hoping to make this an annual trip, either driving or flying to Cali. As for what we have to look forward to in the upcoming month:

Baby Proofing - Now that Kent is crawling, we need to further baby proof the whole house. We are in trouble!

Swim Lessons - Kent starts swim lessons on 3/9!

Hiking Trips - Now that Spring is around the corner and the weather is somewhat warming up, we hope to get out in nature more.

A huge thank you to our family for hosting us. We are beyond grateful to you and love you so much. Thanks for reading - until next time!

[trashexplorer]

BLCD Review: Cosmetic Playlover

Title: Cosmetic Playlover (コスメティック・プレイラバー)

Author/Artist: Narashima Sachi

Release Date: 2022/11/26

Cast:

Itou Kento x Kobayashi Chiaki

Takatsuka Tomohito

Oono Tomohiro

Synopsis: Trash

“No or stop, you unexpectedly say cute things.”

The beautiful assistant, Natsume, is forced to do pair sales with his junior Sahashi. Sahashi, who doesn’t take Natsume or his work seriously, overtook him in sales and annoys Natsume as he’s trying to act as a good superior… Once his act gets discovered, he’s threatened into becoming his sex friend?! Plus, he carelessly flipped Sahashi’s switch on!

“Is it all right if I get serious?”

This is a story set behind the cosmetic shop counter, with feelings of love appearing as Natsume finds his heart beating fast, although it irritates him.

Review Proper

When I was a wee young lass of years six, my grandmother called us out from our seaside exile to come live with her in the main house after my father’s death. I was a child of the sea, so adjusting to life in the city was difficult. The main house was just rows upon rows of hallways and rooms, and it was always deathly cold—concrete. Even at that tender age, I knew that the house was shrouded in mystery, but it probably was just a reflection of our equally mysterious family. Every morning on my way to school, I would pass a small, oddly framed family picture along the hallway which showed my grandparents sitting on a red velvet couch while my father, uncle, and my aunt stood behind them. By the time I became a freshman in highschool, everyone in that picture had already passed...except for my aunt who had her face scratched out of it. She had been missing even before anyone from our generation was born, so no one knew where she was or how she’s doing. She was our family’s biggest mystery and, quite possibly, the answer to every other mystery. She was the only one who knows our family’s history, after all. More years pass, and we’ve lost the house along the way, completely eradicating any chance our questions had of ever being answered. Now, we have all learned as a family to leave our curiosities to rest and focus on the present.

But who would’ve thought that at age twenty-five, another big mystery would find itself in my hands? 

The mystery of how Cosmetic Playlover ever got green-lit for a BLCD adaptation and multiple manga sequels, that is.

I mean, I knew it was gonna be bad from the Sakura Riko-looking art alone, but I didn’t know that it was gonna be that bad. I’m not even comfortable branding it as something that came out in the 2000′s ‘cause that would be an insult to some of them. Oh, I know. This is FUCKING SHOUJO SMUT PLOT BUT WITH TWO DICKS.

Specifically:

THIS FUCKING THING. NO WONDER I WAS SO PISSED OFF.

“Omg, Chesk. You’re overreacting.” No, I am not. Cause they have sex like 15 pages into the first chapter and right after Sahashi unzips Natsume-san’s pants, he gives it a squish squelch with a finger then puts his dick in it??? HOW WAS HIS ASSHOLE ALREADY WET??? EITHER HE HAD A PUSSY OR HE HAD DIARRHEA. See, I could forgive things being rushed in the manga ‘cause pages, ya know? But I expected the BLCD to give them more time, BUT NOOOOOO. THEY WANTED TO MOMOSE AN THE SHIT.

Anyway, I won’t talk too much about the plot here. It’s really just your run-of-the-mill shoujo smut with a rapist, black-mailing, edgelord top and a simp for a bottom. 👍 Their climax wasn’t even worth noting. Natsume-san was getting wrongly accused by stealing this one guy’s customers, so he keeps harassing him and Sahashi finds Natsume-san’s notebook with all his customers’ info on them and says the notebook was persuasive evidence that he wasn’t stealing the customers. EXCUSE ME??? WHERE ARE YOU TAKING THIS CASE??? AUDIT???

Moving on to the technicalities of things, I actually listened to this mainly because this would be Chiaki’s debut (Sugar Drug’s was actually released the same day, but I’m not too keen on Takuma being on top). Oddly enough, I think I have almost all of the CDs he’s been cast as a supporting role, so I was looking forward to him leading this time. How did he do, you ask?

Wow.

That was

Bad.

Ngl, this was even worse than Horie Shun’s debut. I’m not sure what happened here ‘cause he acts pretty decently in his other CDs, but he even struggled with stuff outside the bedroom. He never got his surprises right, for one thing. Both the timing and the sounds he made were so unnatural. But the most unnatural bit of it all were his moans in bed. He goes to deep but also uses vowels too big at every given chancee, it just—HE REALLY JUST “AHHAHUHUH” THE WHOLE TIME IT WAS SO FUNNY I KEPT LAUGHING THROUGHOUT THE BEDDINGS I’M SO SORRY. I can see that he’s trying to emulate the Tachi of maybe 2013, but he really doesn’t know how to do it properly. I would’ve preferred it if he just went the quieter route, if that’s how it was just gonna end up as. 😬 His moaning drowned Itou Kento out a bit that sometimes I just forgot that he was there lmao. Hopefully, he did better in Sugar Drug ‘cause Taku’s not that uhh great as a top, so if they both underperformed, that CD’s doomed lmaooo

Itou Kento did well here even though I kinda didn’t like how he started. This is a higher tone than what he usually uses, and I could just visualize what kind of shape his mouth was making that it just bothered me. Thankfully, grew on me after a while. His topping style here was a little reminiscent of Nakajiki’s usual, and I found that endearing. My man learned topping from his top. *wipes tear

The rest of the supporting cast did great too. I found it so funny that Takatomo was acting as a man much older than the two leads when he’s literally the same age as their actors lmao. Our other Tomo’s also showing potential. I’ve seen his name pop up quite a lot recently, and it’s just a matter of time before he gets a lead role. Hope he learns from this.

 Yea, so this was bad overall. If you’re a fan of this series, why? I wouldn’t recommend it because of the acting. It unfortunately sticks out like a sore thumb. I’m not sure if Mari—MARINE?! NO FUCKING WONDER! Yea, this’ll probably have sequels since the manga has 7 volumes and is still ongoing, and Marine loves that weird shit, so... Do I have any other recommendations? I don’t think I’ve ever listened to another BLCD that revolved around cosmetics. That was actually a good concept, ngl. But did this expound on the cosmetics? No lmao. 

[corvidcrybaby]

11, 12,and 15 for the fanfic ask game! Hope your weekend is going well 💜

-- @the-frankenman-writes

Thanks so much for the ask!!! <3

11. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

My stories are definitely equal parts character and emotion driven. I often write my fics to explore or vent complicated feelings that I have trouble articulating elsewhere, or that I might feel would be inappropriate to express in any form that isn't art (I struggle with this a bit in my personal life, so it's a beloved outlet). In order to do this, though, I need to craft characters who I find equal parts compelling and entertaining to read. Sometimes I nail it, sometimes I don't. Beyond this, I would describe my style as self-aggrandizing and crass but also heartfelt and tender. I like gratuitous violence, excessive swearing, and emotional beats that'll make you cry.

12. Who is your favorite author? 

Right now, it's without a doubt Sam Sykes, author of the Grave of Empires. Not only is his writing style every bit as sarcastic but also deadly serious as I would hope for mine to be, it's as vulgar and uncouth too - and I just fucking adore that about his stuff. I also love the way he creates characters and tropes and motifs and how unafraid to Rule Of Cool shit he is - and yet, I rarely question any plot contrivances because I'm just so hooked on the world he's created and the protagonists who are diverse and unique and special in a way that makes them all feel so fucking HUMAN. Sal the Cacophony is my favorite protagonist right now and she's a huge inspiration for Zemira if I'm being honest. Loud, obnoxious, irreverent, murderous, heartbroken, and hopelessly queer. It has everything I look for in fiction except vampires, LOL.

15. What is the fanfic you’ve written that you’re most proud of? 

That would be my current project, Lesions of a Different Kind, on AO3! It's my first long-form fanfic, and while I'd dabbled in fan stories before back on a Pokemon forum when I was a wee high school lass, this was my first time really digging into a story of my own creation and sharing it with the world. Writing was always something I wanted to explore more on a serious level but hadn't had the chance to till recently and I'm glad I took the plunge.

Lesions of a Different Kind is a product of many core facets of my existence: my adoration for extreme metal, a love letter to Hellsing, and a celebration of every element of myself - transness, Judaism, general delinquency, etc. I'm really proud of how I've incorporated a blind spot into the religious themes of Hellsing (although I will fight you over the fact that Hirano TOTALLY makes deep-cut allusions to antisemitism throughout Hellsing which often go unnoticed) by making use of golems, dybbukim, and the presence of Rabbi Loew as this Obi-Wan Kenobi style of character - or perhaps Prophet Elijah? Hehehehe.

It's a trans youth coming of age story, it's a Yiddish folk tale, it's a black comedy, it's gorehouse schlock, it's a fucked-up romance, it's about BDSM, it's about healing from past trauma, it's about hyperindependence and alienation, it's about being human, it's just a hodgepodge conglomerate of things I'm never not stewing on. The protagonist, Zemira, is just my id ran wild.

TL;DR i'm glad I wrote a self-insert because I'm fucking weird and it producted a really unique angle to write from.

[xxthefairywitchxx]

I remember my parents showed me and my sister Austin Powers and Blues Brothers when we were kids. Probably not age appropriate for eleven year olds but we turned out reasonably well, I'd say.

I've never seen the Blues Brothers, but I did see Austin Powers as a wee one, and it made me have a very....Interesting reaction? Preface this to say, I think 11 is fine for Austin Powers, there's worse shit you can see on Family Guy, and Austin Powers at least has the topic of consent as an onscreen discussion.

With that being said, I must have been younger than six or seven when I saw it, and I adored the movie! I know very much I loved the movie and the characters! The women with the machine gun titties scared me, though I was fascinated with them and their beauty as a small pan disaster...

The real strangeness would not affect me until I'd gotten an odd Austin Powers doll from a claw machine. Just your average celebrity look alike creepy kind of doll, nothing particularly special except it was one with a cloth body under the clothes I think? Hard plastic head hands and feet, but I could be wrong about that.

That doll terrified me, not because of it's creepy ugly face, or anything about the doll itself...But somehow I'd gotten it in my head that this doll must have a penis, because it was Austin Powers, and that man for sure had a penis(Though, I'm 99% sure you never see it?). And the idea of this doll having a penis scared me so badly! I can't for the life of me figure out why!

Regardless, despite that...Utterly bizarre occurrence, I turned out(mostly) fine, and still to this day adore Austin Powers.

[thefunbible]

Genesis 44

01 He bigly-requested the steward of his house, saying, “Fill the males’s sacks with food, as much as they can carry, and put each male’s money in his sack’s mouth.

02 And let’s fuck with them. Put my cup, the silver cup, in the sack’s mouth of the youngest, with his grain money.” He did according to the word that Joseph had spoken.

03 As soon as the morning was light, the males were sent away, they and their favorite donkeys.

04 When they had gone out of the city, and were not yet far off, Joseph said to his steward, “Up, follow after the males. When you overtake them, ask them, ‘Why have you rewarded superbad for good?

05 Isn’t this that from which my earl drinks, and by which he indeed does the best magics? You have done superbad in so doing.’ ”

06 He overtook them, and he spoke these words to them: "My boss told me to tell you, 'Why have you rewarded superbad for good? Isn’t this that from which my earl drinks, and by which he indeed divines? You have done superbad in so doing'".

07 They said to him, “Why does my earl speak such words as these? Far be it from your subservients that they should do such a thing!

08 Behold, the money, which we found in our sacks’ mouths, we brought again to you out of the land of Canaan. How then should we steal silver or gold out of your earl’s house?

09 With whomever of your subservients it is found, let him die, and we also will be my earl’s slaves.”

10 He said, “Now also let it be according to your words. He with whom it is found will be my slave; and you will be blameless.”

11 Then they hurried, and each male took his sack down to the ground, and each male opened his sack.

12 He searched, beginning with the oldest, and ending at the youngest. The cup was found in Benjamin’s sack.

13 Men aren’t emotional, but then they tore their clothes, and each male loaded his donkey, and returned to the city.

14 Judah and his male-siblings came to Joseph’s house, and he was still there. They fell on the ground before him, suffering some bruising and lacerations.

15 Joseph said to them, “What deed is this that you have done? Don’t you know that such a male as I can indeed do some of the best palm readings?”

16 Judah said, “What will we tell my earl? What will we speak? How will we clear ourselves? Skypal has found out the iniquity of your subservients. Behold, we are my earl’s slaves, both we and he also in whose hand the cup is found.”

17 He said, “Far be it from me that I should do so. The male in whose hand the cup is found, he will be my slave; but as for you, go up in peace to your spermer.”

18 Then Judah came near to him, and said, “Oh, my earl, please let your subservient speak a word in my earl’s ears, and don’t let your anger burn against your subservient; for you are even as Pharaoh.

19 My earl asked his subservients, saying, ‘Have you a spermer, or a male-sibling?’

20 We said to my earl, ‘We have a spermer, an old male, and a varmint of his old age, a little one; and his male-sibling is dead, and he alone is left of his old lady; and his spermer loves him.’

21 You said to your subservients, ‘Bring him down to me, that I may set my eyes on him.’

22 We said to my earl, ‘The wee-lad can’t leave his spermer, for if he should leave his spermer, his spermer would die.’

23 You said to your subservients, ‘Unless your youngest male-sibling comes down with you, you will see my face no more.’

24 When we came up to your subservient my spermer, we told him the words of my earl.

25 Our spermer said, ‘Go again and buy us a little food.’

26 We said, ‘We can’t go down. If our youngest male-sibling is with us, then we will go down: for we may not see the male’s face, unless our youngest male-sibling is with us.’

27 Your subservient, my spermer, said to us, ‘You know that my lady-spouse bore me two male-spawns.

28 One went out from me, and I said, “Surely he is torn in pieces;” and I haven’t seen him since.

29 If you take this one also from me, and harm happens to him, you will bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to Sheol.’

30 Now therefore when I come to your subservient my spermer, and the wee-lad is not with us; since his life is bound up in the wee-lad’s life;

31 it will happen, when he sees that the wee-lad is no more, that he will die. Your subservients will bring down the gray hairs of your subservient, our spermer, with sorrow to Sheol.

32 For your subservient became collateral for the wee-lad to my spermer even though your subservient’s market value is really, really, really low right now, saying, ‘If I don’t bring him to you, then I will bear the blame to my spermer a really, really long time.’

33 Now therefore, please let your subservient stay instead of the wee-lad, my earl’s slave; and let the wee-lad go up with his male-siblings.

34 For how will I go up to my spermer, if the wee-lad isn’t with me?—lest I see the superbad that will come on my spermer.”

[libidomechanica]

“Where be piercest shed that your mothers break”

A rispetto sequence

               1

These are these Four who must straight and at last down his Cheek, and tirl’d at thy minde; my mother’s face again, she goes and doth glory; but once again with his hair, and louder come to a lively his suit none at a winsome wee thine own that now abideth faith torn, in the dreary pole so marks his blues band, for shame, in self indeed! Where be piercest shed that your mother’s break.

               2

Were I often after, the quivering heart, soon life’s head upon our valleys shining frame her, world would not with Pearl, her fear my flower octave close doth dwelling years old; and a doubting myself the roofs. Though evening-sky, bare only wake with words masculine persuading roar, let’s given thee, o pity, and go; but when you departed up, intending; make speedeth.

               3

He laid the first love unacquaintance of feeding world equal balance upon the wet fields! And Grace, the blouse you most night cooled been sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye lights and kissed against them mastered with she the city. So if, my dear, they problem, that relationship is that an Eleventh he halted on those got he reckless reeks. Heart, soon falters all; the sunset, while.

               4

In. The gods in sundry shapes the noon-sun, with green-sickness, nectar from worse he fares. That once vowed the hills? If not I? Plays, as we reap in joy that sweet joy befalls me wandered to shepherds do, her face This story, let speak with myrrh and a crust, jutted the sense or wand’ring, thou dost, woe to fall, and something but Wisdom to any one especially do call me now.

               5

As meaning to be though soon as he eats at me. The smiled Neptune, it had stol’n of blood quaffing your brother Secrets, sat Sulayman spoke— Though Ioy her stoopegallaunt Age them quick to your own, as herself, he took full of the Wytham flats, red loosestrife of her round. Our two bodies his plain at first, for the richest dye, through raigne, Lord of such music, sole enemie. Thrilled tree.

               6

Then laughed at me. At them also, but tis madness the wooed with ceremony meet pour’d on her, so young Chevalier.—What is like, by now; I’ve watches his spreading of any. Their dams— how blest—but while sweet argument, too excel all or parch her hands of you, by which in our sweet kiss—you turn from thine alter’d from the stroked my wavering then to cadence of thy door.

               7

She heads; unwrapping out, he said, How’s married all, she turned the first rose or if your equal grew. Palpitated to see me a thousand then avowed. He cried—and no more endears, bitter gale has done away. Sometimes pacem oh my bow, or a clanging like-hat relation did see, when descried full heaven, blue-bells trembled. Awake them moue; if two gold from the sea.

               8

You must revenged for days, with you, so lustlesse meerely? Once from human feeling brere, for I have hard to moan and him harm. Embraced her this closest to me loving, not longing. Lines empaled, much loth to each greene, a goodly Oake cast him not the proud of the tide; the sun and Earth! Thus; thou die before she should see but all it be not the swete sonnes sigh. Said!

               9

And the same, since our face easy to undertook to dispense: your light Salmacis, her dreams, all nature’s delights began to breeding cockatiels—clutch, and blue-bells is myne for complain about you push you the loth, which, light.—An’ Charlie, he’s my day to none. And you were empty and many a lustful gland, I see Tweed’s silver sicke-bed lies in think of ruth for the loved.

               10

Out of the barbarous cheer, complete and caves! Terms, with gratitude; wise Head—clean Heart to stay his liege Lords of smoked rasp sound of the sent ambassadors with gold, all pleasure is not there by me releeued, and, to endure their heart, do anything with breathe outside of a dread to hear you are my heart in our hands. Long dallying lost sweet favour or deformed and darting smart.

               11

But when the northern window’d heart was the sea nymphs and look’d thy paine. For will in his Highland dreams are on her as a wayward love me, after dying like-hat relation there is the floor, above that today is my buddhist my naked truth. And the sweet society of trumpets—Lycius blushing strings us to empty- handed grows with beauty’s grace; while the heart.

               12

What daily tasted with the town of Sentiment, and two are nothing too-too kindly, shining shut of stately music picks up againe. Vessels, wine come down upon the Wheat-field, and shake. God grew fainted. She had force himself, that seems, as we rode, and, like any one especially do well that smell too much, the mountains, louder come to a room and gritty as silt.

               13

And Cyril and picked on my father. And suddenly in the end of adder’s steeds, wherewithal an antichamber. And yet I am all Quarters up, furious is young: the lake lies be. But don’t know time’s thievish progress trees the window and I sit and sing a Navy drill, thoughts, remorse which die for the lovely he is born in flowers and fare they lay in fold.

               14

You love; while one youth, and all this feet, and he, he rest. Fall ill or pageant at my foes choke on it and stricken, none right to shewe no succoure was begotten, bone bag man, what I knew not. Troubled hand light? No marueile Thenots Embleme. And in our houses or with the loom to another, humbly at you said Lamia, what cannot reach flowres for knee to-night!

               15

Heart, do anything at his presently was won by charms, faded at my soul from out them deep in a thought mought mistake a nest doth keepe no noise and nubby, yours. The warmth with my hair: the first, came jasper stone when a lightheaded Bacchus’ pards—and He whom you o’er-green den the dead, they never again, that is colowred crimes accountenance into my favored hat.

               16

The winter-eve is slight: and my mother, and like silver tincture by thy doors, those lampes of sheaves which we are the more the Berkshire hounds of every stroke, whose to be a rug—turned as someone hungry spellbound for amorous, as this. Yet she was endowed when only you art a fon, of the guy. Just as blight; but still with all these stanzas a life didn’t tell you’ve saved hill.

               17

Credulous, with the lady, Dians peere, while at leave with his tyranny, and, tumbling pomp, nor changeable chamber that it is said to think they’re not there, but of him to retrace that is flown! The sea as mere controlled, bright daylight vpon a rock languish you nothing oh my bosom when thou ask the skies. That in a vale, is rescued. Thou the tongue trance, except where sole in pride.

[survey--s]

586.

1. What time did you wake up this morning? What was the first thing you thought about? 6.50am - I checked the time, went for a wee and then went back to sleep.

2. Did you have any unread text messages when you woke up this morning? No.

3. When was the last time you had to get a new phone? What happened to your old phone? About two years ago - my old phone was just dying really. The battery was awful and whenever I used the camera it crashed or froze or turned itself off.

4. Can you name 5 people that you used to be close to, but aren’t anymore? Explain why. I'm not going to go into details but let's go with Linnet, Sophie, Katie, Jane and Mandy.

5. Do you know anyone who seems very unreliable when it comes to texting, and never texts back? Yeah, a few people but unless it's really important I'm not really that bothered about texting.

6. Have you ever fallen asleep in the middle of texting someone? Not actually in the middle of writing a text, but while waiting for someone to text back, yeah.

7. What sort of day have you had so far? What plans do you have for this evening? It's been perfectly fine - I haven't really done much though. I eventually got up at 8am, let the dog out, fed the cats, sorted the housework, had a shower, went to feed Charley (a cat I'm caring for over the road), had breakfast and since then I've just been messing about online and watching TV. The dog eventually wanted his breakfast at 10.4am and then Mike took him for a walk. I have no plans for the rest of the day as the weather is awful lol.

8. Do you have a bag of some kind, that you use daily, to carry your belongings? What does it look like? I wear a black cross body bag for work but normally I just use my pockets as it's easier.

9. Are you wearing any perfume/cologne? Just a coconut scented body spray.

10. Do you have any personalised jewellery, or colour changing mood jewellery? No.

11. What was the last cosmetic product that you bought? Vanilla body spray.

12. What was the last thing you wore, that belonged to someone else? I can't remember, I tend to do that more in winter when I borrow Mike's hoodies.

13. Do you talk to your close friends about personal things, like sex and periods? No, just because I don't really feel the need to talk to anyone about those things.

14. Imagine for a second, that you’ve married the person you currently love/like. Replace your own surname with their surname, and say it to yourself, in your head. Does that sound good to you? We're already married and share the same surname.

15. What was the last compliment you gave to someone of the opposite sex? I don't remember.

16. Who was the last person to send you a message containing an attachment? What was the attachment? Uhh, Suzanne. It was just a photo of Charlie being cute on his holidays haha.

17. Have you ever upset the person you love/like? Sure, that's what happens when you're married lol. I don't believe anyone in a long-term relationship never upsets their partner.

18. Do you know where your parents are at this moment? I assume my mum is at home as she just posted some baking on Facebook. My dad is probably out for a run as he always is in the mornings.

19. Have you ever kissed a picture of someone? Yeah.

20. When was the last time you had a conversation with a stranger? What did you talk about? Yesterday - about the puppy I was walking. I took Reuben out for the first time and he got a LOT of attention haha. He's super cute and really obedient for his age.

21. Have you ever kissed someone whose name started with ’M’? What colour were that person’s eyes? Yeah, my husband lol. He has pale blue eyes. I also had another ex called Michael too and he also had blue eyes.

22. What colour is your underwear? Where did you buy it? Black, and I think it was from M&S.

23. What’s your natural hair colour? Do you like it? Dark brown and I like it a lot more than I did when I was younger. I always wanted to be blonde growing up.

24. When was the last time you uploaded a selfie? I uploaded a photo of me with Simba about a month ago.

25. Have you ever been told that you were good in bed? Yes.

26. Have you ever felt as though you wanted to spend the rest of your life with someone? Sure.

27. Do you know anyone with the last name “Williams”? I actually don't think I do.

28. Do you have chocolate in your house atm? What kind is it? Yeah - Wispa bars, some dark chocolate truffles and some caramel dairy milk I think - plus some chocolate biscuits.

29. If you have pets, do you talk to them? Of course, all the time. They're probably sick of me hahah.

30. Finally, where did you find this survey? On someone else's Tumblr archives.

[snapheart1536]

Bad Arguments

Elizabeth I

She Was An Adult

Here's a lie purposely misrepresenting the customs of the time in order to push an extremely evil message.

And thus it must be stopped.

This filth, although similar to Girls Could Marry At Twelve, in fact builds upon its false foundations:

...But We Must Remember that Girls Could Marry At Twelve, and She Was An Adult by Tudor standards...

See the leap?

Girls now can marry at sixteen, two years off legal adulthood, so this fetish of wheezing pensioners and their imaginery twelve-year-old wives and how no one batted an eyelid and it was Fine and Normal and everyone's just too darned Victorian about This Sort Of Thing doesn't in any way prove these girls weren't also considered children.

Any old oik is free to just stroll up, look at what befell Elizabeth and call it exactly what it is: child abuse.

We can't have that!

The answer then is to introduce distortion:

Girls Could Marry At Twelve

Then equate it to a lie:

She Was An Adult

In two steps, they've concocted a ramshackle excuse for why it's all Elizabeth's fault.

No such thing in this fantasy land of children developing at different rates, oh no.

The law allowed marriage at twelve, therefore special birthday biology ramped up her foul, lustful urges from absolute zero to instant monomania at light speed, and there ain't no bloody 'off' switch here, love.

Once it's on, them hormones is ON, leaving Elizabeth demented for the rest of her much-begrudged life, thereby justifying every later depiction.

Nature of course oblingingly calmed down once the rules changed, and never again gave kids even an inkling before sixteen, because you can't degrade modern children how they do Elizabeth.

Why I daren't even suggest past experiences left Elizabeth the least inclined to trust men, much less fling herself into the sweaty gorilla arms of a hairy old stepfather.

As if! None of this fetid collective care one single iota for the actual truth:

• Elizabeth was an adult at twelve, but then Seymour stood as guardian, because she wasn't.

• Henry was an adult at fourteen, and yet Margaret served as regent, because he wasnt.

Funny how you never hear 'Boys Could Marry At Fourteen' to justify anything.

And my personal favourite:

• Katherine Howard aged 11+: Whore

• Elizabeth aged 13-15: Grown woman (whore)

• Mary aged 17-20: OMIGOD SHE'S JUST A CHILD!!!

Ignore all the pious, hang-wringing appeals to 'context', for adulthood is never a fixed position for them.

Rather, it shifts and scurries like sands in the wind, depending on who is cast as the villain.

And that's always Elizabeth.

Had she been under twelve, it would suddenly be The Tudors Had No Concept Of Childhood, thus Elizabeth was ackshully an adult whilst in her cradle, and still to blame whichever way.

Oh? So THREE adults were involved in this sordid situation, yet only the youngest is ever held accountable.

• Seymour, a fully-grown, middle-aged adult male, thrice Elizabeth's age, is just some poor, deluded sap at the mercy of a siren's song.

Yer can't expect a wee lad like that to have any sort of self-control.

• Parr, a fully-grown, middle-aged adult female, on her fourth husband, is the put-upon Real Victim in all this.

How was she to know holding Elizabeth down while her clothes got torn off was wrong?

Nah, a thirteen-year-old orphan is the true cause of all pain and suffering in the world.

For Elizabeth, obviously the seductive aggressor, supped harlotry through the bloodline and was simply born evil, and not only far more 'aware' than wide-eyed little Parr and Seymour were at her age, but such was her villainy she exceeded all their present years to boot, and was indeed the most adult-est being ever to stalk the universe.

But do remember: whilst she's An Adult, instantly physically and mentally mature since the magic age of twelve, also clutch them pearls at the depths of wantoness in a mere slip of a girl.

For the younger she was, the greater the evil, thus the more she is to blame, and the further they can stain her reputation and drag her down to their squalid level.

I mean, we simply can't have people to admire In This Day And Age.

Comin' over here and achieving things, bitch!

And that's the underlying message.

If so 'corrupted' in childhood, just imagine what a slut she was as a woman, and now see how laughable that 'Virgin Queen' (as if) tag really was, hah-hah-hah.

As long as they can blur the dividing line between children and adults, tricking your mind into accepting the most abominable acts for the sake of 'historical accuracy', then their job's done.

But for now, this Bad Argument provides the ideal fig-leaf cover defence so these perverts can keep on churning out the porn.

[noblemaiden-world]

Hello There - A Star Wars story

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⎉ Cast; Master Calian Graham (as Benedict Cumberbatch),Anakin Skywalker (as Hayden Christssen),Obi-Wan Kenobi (as Ewan McGregor),Ahsoka Tano (Rosario Dawson-Ashley Drane), Qui-Gon Jinn(Liam Neeson),Reader-y/n(as you).

—!!Details!! Your lightsaber colour: Yellow - pink or magenta-toned. You own three lightsabers,the mainly one that you will use throughout the story is the yellow,but your double-bladed lightsaber is pink/magenta.AND ALSO you and your master have a father/uncle!master!figure and padawan!childxreader

— warnings: pregnancy content,blood,angst,alternative universes.

— words: 5k

— summary: reader since her mom's pregnancy was gifted with force abilities on a planet called Hawko situated in somewhere on Outer Rim,not many people has knowledge that this planet even exist,y/n father used to be part of the Whills community until he fell in love with the brave hawko woman in Jedha,but this part of the history can wait.Y/n bond with the force is unbelievable strong which her future former master felt when both of them met at the first time,with permission of your parents Calian brought you to be trained at the Jedi temple and become a one of them.In the Jedi Temple within had some complications whose it was due to your age,11,too late to be trained,fortunately to you and your master he was able to jockey the council orders,being honest,his influence helped a lot when they tested you,fear you didn't feel,you were calm as a saint and well behaved.

But henceforth soon the problems will come while you grew older,attachments are forbidden,you constantly need to remind it to yeself,but as your master would say; "‐A clever girl you are,but too much stubborn and reckless tho,young lady."

A little music ambience influences a lot.

As I am a random writer and I'm constantly daydreaming,I thought, "why not write a story with the same character but in different realities/timelines?".So here I am bringing this idea out of my tiny Pandora box.

(The timeline is different/The multiverse and choices can change the end because this is kind of an alternative universe)

A few years before the Clone Wars

-You've been a wee distant young padawan,tell em what's bothering you?

-Sorry master.-I don't look into his pierced blue eyes that are in constant storming sea waves.-But I-I felt some disturbance in the force,as if it was telling me to pay attention in any details,cautiously.

-The force is speaking with you,I see.-he stopped in his tracks looking at me,spotting my belt that holds my lightsabers.-The colour of ye lightsaber,padawan...Means a lot,but I am able to see through this and taking a risk,I'd say that you're a gray jedi.-What does it matters now? He's always saying this to me as if I forgot anytime that my beliefs in the jedi order and its traditional methods doesn't work as once used to.

-As you are as well,master Graham.-I remarked calmly looking finally at his eyes,me and my master have a special bond and some similar ethical beliefs.-Don't you see Master,the Jedi council, their rules/laws,teaching methods,I feel that one day they will fall,all of us will fall undoubtedly,since the last war sir,the Jedi path is wrong and brings with itself sorrows,a life with fear and pain,suffer.-taking a breathe I continue.-Thus the nightmares that I've been having in my dreams mirror the old days something like the fall of the old Republic,Revan,Shan clan,Darth Malak,Tenebrae,Vaylin, Darth Nighilus,its like a holofilm in my mind...-Graham agreed with a simple head nod.

My master started his phrase in a dramaticlly tone,making me shuush.

-Indeed I trained a feminine version of myself.-he crossed his arms confirming his own statement.

-Hmmm,I don't like where this subject is heading on...Bad or good?Must I worry about it,sir?

-Depends on the point of view that you and others might see.-Graham maintain himself stoic as a rock in front of me,the way he is looking at me it's like as if my parents would look at me with worry,care,as if soon they'd knew that their kid would be hurt soon.-You are attached to someone else,love I dare to say,you hide it from everyone I know, unfortunately I am too good in corporal language and very cautious with the  child of mine,the way that you look at him...It's pure and naive love.

OK,I'm in shock how does...Dumb girl,you've should pay attention and be cautious,if ye master were able to discover,how much time do you have yet until the rest of them figure out?

I felt my face turn hot,shame.

-As a jedi master,your master Jedi.I must warn you about this,attachments are...-I interrupted him.

--Forbidden, strong feelings can lead you to a suffering life,I know about this, master,but please be honest with me,  do you not believe in this code any longer,do you?

He left a slight smile escape.

-Once I also loved,my young padawan,ouch...It was a forbidden love tho,when my master discovered ,she went feral,mainly when I revealed that she was a mandalorian,a mandalorian,a bounty-hunter,the old woman almost kicked my ass.

Okay,I am totally dumbfounded and astonished,A MANDALORIAN woman?!I would love to know more.

-Really?-way excited as I should be.-was she beautiful?Ah I forgot,they cannot reveal their faces.

-Well,she first tried to get rid of me because I screw up her mission,howevee in compensation I kind helped her,so...The rest is a good story from my past,but I won't tell you.-as if...

-Unfair,but I shall respect your wishes,master.-begrudgingly I said.-Above all this,what should I do with this?These nightmares,all my dreams seems  so real,as if I could touch them, feel what is inside.-a long breath escape.

-Is it not obviously?Finally we must start your training,a tough one which I was waiting the right time to recall.The others Jedi secrets,my secrets,tricks,my legacy and your dad knowledge,I will tell and teach everything that I know as possible as I still alive.

-Don't say such thing like that master,you will live a long life,your abilities even the ones in which don't belongs to the light side,master Graham, you can control them,I want to be like you one day.-He stared at my face studying before saying anything,have I said something wrong?

-You will never be like me y/n.-ouch,I didn't saw that coming.-You will,you must be yourself and even better than I ever could possibly think to be.-again,he stopped his talking,but his face went white.-How do you know about these...-he means,how do I know that he often practice and study the dark nature of the force?Well...

-Master,as you said my connection with the force is strong,and automatically when I worry about you because I feel something obscure I...This is how I knew,I was not spying on you and I never ever told to anybody else,but I was afraid that you might become a sith itself,I would've cry if you...

-I would never become a sith,nor turn to the dark side,I understand your worries but please,don't do it,sometimes some things that I do might be dangerous and you will know about it,I will teach you everything,just need to remind that there's not light without the darkness  and viceversa,but now this training you shall never say to anybody,not even for those that you care,your parents or even your former love, young padawan.

-About this master-my love private life...-You won't tell,will you?-He denies.

-As I told you,I also loved and you should believe more in me,don't you forget that since you're a kid I always brought you to see your parents and even received some teachings about the force with your father,the council would have expelled me and you if they'd discovered about this, which gratefully they didn't because I am...

-Because you have some tricks hidden in your sleeves,can do things that others can't and you want to train me all of it so I can become a...

-An excellent Jedi,no need to be selfish but learn that gaining control and power of yourself can also help the others,it'stm the right way,out duty is with the force and help the others,I might be harsh,sometimes rude or another bad stuff,but one thing that my mind leans on is in my loyalty with the force,not either with Republic or politicians, then what do you say to me?Do you want to learn all that I know and do so much more or...-I cut him off.

-Of course master,I want to be strong and clever,use my force abilities,control them and help the others.

-Then before all of this,wsrning you I must,we are gonna learn not only things from the light side but also the dark one,okay?

So it was true,Graham really connected himself with the dark side,though he still in the light side doing his Jedi duties...

-I know what you're thinking of me because of it,but as I told you,there's is no light without the darkness what you must know and do is still LOYAL to your morals and to yourself,do not seek for greedy things.

-Count me in,I won't disappoint you master.

-I know that you will not,I don't even will give you the permission to give up,then be prepared,it won't be easy.

-Oh please,don't even need to say that,I don't tend to give up nor even lose,never.

-Even when you're procrastinating?

A gasped sound came out of my mouth together with chuckling.