#if this has typos don’t tell me it’s 1am-

[l3viat8an]

Ro!!! I need to hear some Perv!Lucifer thoughts!! I’ll take anything 🛐🛐🛐

Nsfw! Ofc, ofc nonnie! Just a little thought to share :)

CW: gross, afab reader! Lucifer technically stole your panties + sniffs and uses them

Lucifer isn’t a pervert….at least he doesn’t think he is. and he definitely never thought he’d be doing something like this….yet here he is, hiding in his office with the door locked….sniffing your panties….It was a mistake, in a way-

He found them earlier in the shared bathroom after you’d showed and left….for some reason he couldn’t stop himself….it’s just a plain red, pair of panties, nothing special honestly, no lace or anything like that.

But they have your scent….and it’s almost annoying the way his body reacts to it, the way he can feel his pants tightening.

a hand slowly moving to run over his still covered bulge, mind moving to thoughts of you, about your cute little pussy, how he should be between your legs…and how cute you’d look on your back, in his bed, begging for his cock…

Lucifer almost feels bad about what he’s doing, leaning back in his chair, undoing his belt and pulling out his cock.

Taking your panties in his hand and wrapping around his cock…slowly, almost teasingly stroking his cock until he’s covering the crotch of your underwear with his cum.

[blocksruinedme]

22. describe your writing process from scratch to finish.

28. handwritten notes or typed notes?

44. any writing advice you want to share?

22) my writing process!

be living my life, possibly babysitting or driving (maybe talking about blorbos)

think "hey what if...."

become possessed

from there it splits Version A - the fastest, and rarest, one

A1. get to my couch (or a different laptop place, or a notebook if desperate)

A2. Frantically let words spill out of me, often wishing my fingers could keep up with my brain. It's sometimes almost painful, needing to get the words out

A3. edit for a variable amount of time an post

My first published mcyt was like this - watched ranchers in the crossover at 11am, ideas marinated all day, came up with "what if tango's the key to fix fwhimmy" walking to my car at 5pm, started writing like 5:15 and published at maybe 1am. almost 5k long. Insane. that was MY EX STOLE MY SOULMATE.. | Empires SMP S2 1.19 (rated T) and I'm told also With Their Knife to His Throat (rated M) but I legit have next to no memories of writing that one, I think it was 48 hours from idea to published (4k).

B - normal version. Note: all of this is interspersed with working on a lot of other stories

B1: Have an idea, probably frantically but maybe it builds

B2: Think about it a lot, maybe ideas in a little notebook if they are coming at the wrong times. 

B3: write down bits of prose as they come, do a lot of outline in gdocs. 

B4: start writing from the beginning based on outline but also what feels right - in any given moment, i know more about the story than i did when i wrote the outline

B5: if i’m lucky write chronologically and work through the outline and add things. Often a section isn’t coming and i skip ahead. If it’s not happening, it’s not time for it to happen. To write the way I really want to, I need to know how it ends, so I can have the story build. 

B6: probably fuss a lot

B7: beg people for help and to tell me it’s okay to publish

B8: stress a lot about if it’s good enough and about minor changes i could make

Optional: B9: put it down for 1-7 months (i just published a fic from january, and two of my bang fics are from september and november)

B10: publish it pretty much the same as it was in B8

(I deleted C by adding B9 but already wrote D)

D: Probably just the once

D1: See a prompt for driving after dark and get unexpectedly interested

D2: write 2k of notes while trying to get another story done

D3: Give myself 6 days to write those 2k of notes and then it’s 20k and my longest fic ever and oops needs a lot of typo fixes: The Key to His Problem (rated E)

The editing etc process:

 During every version of this I have a gdoc shared with people and am begging for advice. If i can’t decide on a word when i’m writing and have some flow going, i say “they were all [very] surprised” and leave a comment (or just the brackets) to come back later and fix it. THIS IS MUCH OF HOW I WRITE FAST. The first draft is to get out it out of my head, the second draft is to get it into the reader’s head. SOMETIMES the flow is perfect and i don’t need to do this, but like, idk, 10% of the time? 

A lot of the words in [brackets] will wind up staying as is, but it gives me permission to move on without feeling like i’ve settled. 

Editing sometimes involves a lot of of editing passes, sometimes just because i want to work on it and don’t want to write. This can mean the early parts get soooo much more love. 

Sometimes I print out a fic that has gone through a set of editing and do more on paper. It can be great. I just see the story differently, and it mostly keeps me from adding huge amounts, and i catch errors i didn’t otherwise. 

Usually i put up the ao3 draft a few days earlier and start adding tags and putting in my text (which i do in html) to look at it. The title often comes the day i publish, cause i wait till the end.

28. handwritten notes or typed notes?

typed unless i don't have my laptop. I started carrying around a pocket sized notebook in march and i'm onto my second one. I got it in a Japanese stationery store and got hooked, i have this line in many sizes, here's my pocket notebook -https://www.jetpens.com/Maruman-Mnemosyne-N184A-Twin-Ring-Memo-Pad-A7-Graph/pd/7379 I've written in this baby in the corner of a club cause i had ideas waiting at the bar for a drink.

44. any writing advice you want to share?

You have to get the words out. You have to get the words out. You have to get the words out.

Good words can be, often are, born of less good words.

Don't be afraid of editing! Great fiction generally comes from editing! Put down some fucking words even if you hate them and get to the next part. I do this, I am not preaching advice I don't take. I'll leave a comment sometimes to tell my future self I didn't think they were good words, I just needed them out. It's fine, I survive every single time.

If you don't need to edit, swell! But if you're stuck, just keep writing something -- or if that won't work, or you feel shitty, take a break. Work on another story, do something else, but if you're miserable and slamming your head against the wall, STOP! Don't hurt yourself! Because you shouldn't hurt, and because you'll associate writing more and more with hurt.

Get other people involved. Share snippets with your friends (if you've got an appropriate discord, make a channel for it!) Trade off reading with your writer friends. If you like my writing, know that not a single word I've ever published hasn't been read by multiple other people. My pre-fic writing was generally group works, so that's what feels normal. The idea of publishing with not even anyone to say "Hey Vee, this makes sense in your brain but not mine" is terrifying. You don't need to Have Serious Beta, it can just be cheerleading or really general "point out if anything is a big problem". I found out this week i am a "phenomenal cheerleader" -- your friends, or some kind soul on a discord, don't need to give you literary analysis to say "this part is cool, your fic is good, i hope you publish!"

Fandom is shared joy. Share your joy in every way - cheerleading others, getting other to share joy with you on your works, leave comments, leave kudos, reblog, make happy posts, keep the negativity to smaller spaces, SHARE THE JOY. I've been in fandom legit longer than some of you have been alive and it's always the joy, that's what it always comes back to. Hold onto the joy, that's what will last in your hearts. <3 <3 <3

[botwstoriesandsuch]

OK SHUT UP SHUSH SHUT THE FUCK UP IT’S 1AM BUT SHUSH LISTEN! HEY, LISTEN!

I AM GIVING YOU THE TOOLS TO FIND THE EXACT DISTANCE OF ANYTHING ANYWHERE IN HYRULE, CUSTOM MAKE YOUR FIC JOURNEYS TO THE METER, FIND THE AREA OF ANY TOWN OR LANDMARK, OR JUST FIND OUT HOW BIG (or small) HYRULE KINDGOM TRULY IS ONCE AND FOR ALL SO GO AHEAD AND SAVE THIS POST TO YOUR DRAFTS CAUSE YOU MIGHT WANNA SEE IT FOR FUTURE REFERENCE

 Ok so this all starts with THIS

FEAST YOUR EYES LADIES, LADS, AND GENTLEFOLK ON THE ONLY PIECE OF INFORMATION IN ALL OF HYRULE CONCERNING DISTANCE AND TIME. 

[Image ID: A screenshot from The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, depicting a picture of Ash Swamp hanging in Impa’s house. The dialogue box from Impa reads, “Does it look familiar? From this village, you should be able to get there in a half day’s time.” End ID]

Impa states that it would take you half a day, about 12 hours, to travel from Kakariko Village to the depicted 13th memory, which is at Ash Swamp by Fort Hateno. 

Now here is where I took this information. I took it to

objmap.zeldamods.org

A fantastic online Botw map resource with tons of features like finding specific objects, and highlighting areas, and placing pins, and the basics of showing the locations of everything like shrines and korok seeds and all that. 

BUT the thing that we care about today is this ability, here:

DRAW!

With those widgets on the right, I can specifically mark lines and shapes and the website will give me the distance of it in meters!

“But Kip, if the map already gives you the distance of anything you want then isn’t this entire post pointless?” Ashshshshshhshh no, shut the fuck up, shush shut, no, stop, silence, I am high on caffeine and I haven’t slept for two days. No. 

As great as the map is, the exact ratio isn’t the best. Like, it tells me that the length of Hyrule is only 10km, or 6.2 miles. 

I wager that realistically, Hyrule would be a bit bigger than that. And THAT, is where I come in. Or, more specifically, Impa.

Impa states that it takes 12 hours to travel from Kakariko to Fort Hateno. (I am saying Fort Hateno and not Ash Swamp because I am going of the nearest prominent landmark location near the 13th memory, and I highly doubt that Impa knew the exactly square foot patch of dirt that Link needed to stand on to activate his memory)

According to Google, it takes around 10 to 12 minutes to walk a kilometer. (I am assuming Impa was referring to walking and not riding, because I feel like she would have said, “You should be able to get there in half a day’s ride” or something of the sort. So, walking it is)

So: 

12 hours divided by 12 minutes 

(Which is 720 minutes / 12 minutes)

gives us

60

The distance between Fort Hateno and Kakariko village is 60 kilometers.

Badabing badaboom, great job! We did it. BUT NOW this is where our handy dandy online object map comes in.

[Image ID: A screenshot of the Breath of the Wild map showing the area of Kakariko Village and the plains in front of Fort Hateno. A blue line highlghts the path from the village to a marker on Fort Hateno. The line reads “1.89km.” End ID]

[Image ID: A screenshot of the Breath of the Wild map showing the area of Kakariko Village and the plains in front of Fort Hateno. The blue line from the previous image is still there, however, there is now a more prominent yellow line. The yellow line runs from Kakariko village, but ends at a marker point at the location of the 13th memory at Ash Swamp. The yellow line reads “1.55km.” End ID]

So while this map doesn’t give me distances that are exactly to my liking, it DOES give me a measuring means that will stay consistent. SO! As you can see, the map says Kakariko to Fort Hateno is 1.89km. (And just to be safe, I also did the distance exactly to the point of the 13th memory as shown in Impa’s picture, which came out to 1.55km. But! It’s doesn’t matter anyhow, because) We’re going to round this to 2km for the sake of my sanity because surprise surprise! I actually suck at, and hate, math. 

So the map says Kakariko to Fort Hateno is 2 kilometers, but we know that in real life, the distance is actually 60 kilometers. So, if you want to use this object map effectively, you have to make a means of converting the “false” measurements, (which I will be refering to as “zelda” (kilo)meters, or zm/zkm) from the actual ones. 

So THIS is what I fucking did oh my god help me it took me way too long even though it was really simple in hindsight I was just stupid and spent two hours trying to get the ratio equations right when really all I had to do was divide, it was a whole thing, anyhow, read away. 

[Image ID: A screenshot of MATH oh my god it’s fucking math...BUT it’s kinda color coded so that’s nice. The top left of the page depicts text. In red text reads “zkm (Zelda km) = per the measurement on the objmap.zeldamods.org” and below that, in black text, reads, “Kakariko to Fort Hateno = 1.89 zkm ~ 2zkm,” which is underlines in yellow. Another line of black text reads, “Impa says it takes half a day’s time to travel from Kakariko to the 13th memory location AKA 12 hours.” Another line of black text reads, “It takes about 10-12min to walk a kilometer,” which is underlines in green.

Handwritten in blue ink is the equation, 

“12 hours = 720 min

720/12 = 60″ 

The 12 is highlighted in green, and the 60 is underlined. In green text, below it, reads, “It takes 12 hours to walk 60 kilometers.” In black text under this, it reads “So Kakariko to Fort Hateno is 60 kilometers.” Another line of black text under this reads, “So based on that, we can find the actual values of a zkm (Zelda kilometer).” 

Handwritten in yellow ink is the equation,

“2zkm = 60km

1km = 30km” [typo, I meant 1zkm = 30km]

The 60km is in blue, and the equation 1zkm = 30km is circled. 

To the right of everything, in bigger, yellow text, reads “So: 1zkm = 30km 1zm = 30 meters

The map of Hyrule measures roughly 10zkm (length) by 8zkm (height) [typo, I meant width] giving it an area of 80 square zkm.

Therefore, the “true” size of Hyrule Kingdom os 2400 square kilometers.” End ID]

SO ARMED WITH THIS NEW KNOWLEDGE, you can now use this map to measure whatever you want, and by converting 1zm to 30 meters, you can get accurate result as to what that distance is. 

Chart the roads, measure the rivers, the map even gives area tools for polygons, squares, and circles! This entire post was born out of a desire to see how long the characters in my fic should rest for when travel between different stables. 

Now before anyone asks, yes! 2400 square kilometers is fairly small. That’s around 930 square miles. I believe even Wales is more than three times bigger than that. BUT! Considering Hyrule is a medieval kingdom that’s actually pretty sizable considering the average size of a Kingdom was 100 to 900 square kilometers. 

And juuuust to double check, I ran the size though a Medievil Demographics generator, and 2400 (under the conditions of Fertile Land with 64% of the land being arable since I figured roughly 46% for lakes, the ocean, plus unusable land was more than enough to cover the Hebra, Death Mountain, and the Gerudo Desert. Which honestly is even MORE generous considering there are races that occupy these areas, but I digress) This still gives Hyrule Kingdom a good population of 108,000 people! Before the Calamity when all of its villages were up and occupied, of course. So the area is definitely more than enough, and can still give Link a more realistic amount of time to travel between areas (when you add eating and rest of course. Don’t make my guy walk for 10 hours straight from the Great Plateau to Hebra D: plz)

TL;DR: Hyrule is 2400 square kilometers; use the map, plus the conversion 1 zelda meter to 30 meters to measure anything you want; I am tired

Quick Edit: Please note that this conversion is for the purposes of people out there who need more realistic means of measuring distances for larger scale travel and such, like for writing fic journeys, or dnd campaigns. This conversion isn’t the best for smaller scale measure like buildings and such (EX: I’ve checked with buildings in Castle Town and the Coliseum, and they come out much too big, just a symptom of game design ratios not being perfect since it’s hard to balance consistent measurements and the immersion and plan a creator has for their game world!) So if you are measuring those smaller entities using the linked map, just stick with the given zelda meters! (EX: The Coliseum radius in zelda meters matches up nicely with the real world Roman Colosseum, beating it out by a few dozen meters!)

Also if you are a true believer in the interpretation of Impa’s dialogue as “half the amount of daylight hours,” see the reblogs!

[princezukohere]

Selfish R.C

okokok so I’m kind of nervous, it’s been awhile since i’ve really wrote stories so this could be shit but I was at work and the song Selfish by Madison Beer played in my headset and I got this idea and I spent the last two hours writing and rewriting. 

No warnings really, cursing, I probably have typos that I didn’t catch it’s 1am where I am and I am a tired girl but I wanted to post this now instead of waiting so I hope who ever reads this enjoys!

Rafe Cameron X Reader

(y/n) = your name

angst filled, one fluff moment

My requests are open, I do not do domestic violence, I do not write rape/sexual assault/self harm, I can imply it but I will not write it.

Rafe being an addict, no inclusion of his family or the pogues

Two years were being washed down the drain, you had finally decided to walk away and it was the most heartbreaking thing you could’ve done, no the most heartbreaking thing you could’ve done was sit and watched the boy you loved continiously treat you like shit while he threw his life down the drain. Rafe Cameron was perfect, or at least at some point, he had been. When you and Rafe started dating you felt like the stars were aligning. Girls want a fairytale and you couldn’t lie, it was never a fairytale with him, but he had those beautiful blue eyes and his smile...his smile was like watching a dad hold his child for the first time. He looked t you like you were the best thing to ever walk into his life, he made you feel welcomed and love, and though he was an asshole you were so blinded by the love that you thought he was giving you. 

You were sixteen when he asked you out, you had hung around him and his friends, his old group before Topper and Kelce. He asked you to the winter formal and who were you to refuse the ocean eyed boy. Your mother had been more than delighted when you told her Rafe Cameron asked you to the formal.

“Keep that one around, you’ll marry rich.” She told you as she helped you with your hair and this light makeup look she had told you would keep his attention, boys liked a natural look, although her hair was pinned up and her face caked on. She’d always say ‘the older you get the less a man might find you attractive’

“Money isn’t everything.” You mumbled at to your mom, “What if his family goes bankrupt?”

“The Camerons could never go bankrupt, if they do you run, your father’s money can only get you far but marry a man like Rafe Cameron and you’ll be set for life.” She told you pressing a kiss to the top of your head. A man, Rafe wasn’t a man, he was a boy who couldn’t get himself together but you didn’t know. 

When Rafe picked you up, his tie matching your dress, hair slicked back, and the brightest smile on his face when he led you out to his dads’ car. He took you to dinner and picked up the check, he opened the door and helped you out, he danced with you all night, and when he dropped you off he didn’t expect a kiss goodnight though you did give him one for a great night. Where was that boy? 

Boy, you're such a lost cause

Now your name is crossed off

How you gonna fix this?

You can't even fix yourself

Rafe was snorting a line at another kook party, you sat on the chair next to him tending to your drink, “Cmon babe.” He said as he handed you the rolled-up bill, you accepted handing him your drink as you looked at the white powder that was lined up perfectly, courtesy of your boyfriend. 

“If she isn’t going to do the line give it to someone who will,” Topper said as he reached for the bill aking you slap his hand away, you got off the arm of the chair lining the bill up as you snorted the line, you threw your head back, Rafe’s hands tending to your waist as he pulled you into his lap. One line and you were good, that’s what you said every time though you knew that you shouldn’t do any. Rafe turned your head that way you’d be looking at him, he brought his lips to yours and you accepted the kiss kindly. Topper snatched the bill out of your hand so he could do his line, the bill got past around and soon it was Rafes’ turn again. “Babe cmon, it’ll be here when you come back.” You told him but he accepted the bill anyways, denying your request to get some fresh air instead. 

I bet you thought you gave me real love

But we spent it all in nightclubs

All you ever wanna do is lie

Why you always such a Gemini?

On your two year anniversary, the plan was to get done up nice and have a nice dinner. Rafe said that was the plan but soon you were on the same route to Barrys’. You stayed silent and when he asked if you wanted to come in you denied, he said he’d be right back but you knew that lie. He left his suit jacket in the car for you before heading inside where he resigned for the next fifteen minutes. When he came back you could instantly tell he was high, you slipped your heels off so you could get in the drivers’ side. 

“Babe I’m fine,” Rafe said but you shook your head pulling open the car door slipping into the seat. He got inside the passenger side taking your hand in his pressing a kiss to the back of it. “After dinner, we have a nice little surprise.” He said holding up the baggy. 

“Almost like I said I wanted you sober.” You told him but shook your head as you backed out of Barry’s yard, “Can you pull up the GPS? I don’t know the way from here.” You asked trying not to spend the entire night upset with him. 

“One more detour.” He said which only causes you to sigh and follow the GPS to the location he set it to. “You have to come in, we’ll be in and out, I got some for Topper.” He said once you pulled up to the country club, it was kind of late but Topper had a way with words and now there were some of their close friends inside waiting for him to bring the goods. 

You walked inside with Rafe, Topper, and Kelce cheering for him as he tossed them the baggy.  “You have to join us for a couple of lines since you did us the honor of bringing the goods,” Topper told him with a smirk, and Rafe being Rafe could never turn down a line. You sat in the corner of the country club watching as Rafe joined them for line after line. At this point you might as well had walked home, Rafe couldn’t drive and you weren’t driving him just for him to think you’d stay the night like normal. You walked outside back to the car leaving the keys inside the side console, hopefully when he found them he’d be sober enough to get himself home. 

I wanted you to change, yeah

I shouldn't love you, but I couldn't help it

I always knew that you were too damn selfish

“Rafe you aren’t going to change! You constantly say that you will, that you’ll get better but you don’t.” You yelled at him as he stood at your bedroom door, “You lie and you lie and you blow me off for drugs and for Topper and Kelce and I’m done! I’m so fucking sick and tired of it.” Yout old him your eyes were wet but no tears had fallen, not yet at least.

“So what, you’re going to give up on me? On us, because I relapsed?” He yelled back his face red, the veins in his neck and forehead popping, but you shook your head. 

“You don’t get to guilt trip me, you can’t relapse when you haven’t tried to stop. Telling e a week ago if even a week that you’re going to stop and then doing some he moment Topper calls you up isn’t a relapse.” You said your voice quiet, “You’ve gone longer than a week before, I know you have.” You said licking your lips. 

“Y/N….baby, I’m trying okay? I’m trying so hard and it’s hard to stop, I- please don’t give up on me, not yet.” He said softly as he reached out for you, “Please.” He asked you could’ve taken his hand. You could’ve said yes, you could’ve told him that you’d help him but you’ve heard that same plead before, word for word as if he memorized it just for times like this. When you were finally slipping away from him because Rafe was selfish and he knew he had something good and that he was fucking it up. Rafe knew that you were fed up and you deserved better, that you could find better, Rafe also knew if he lost you because he refused to get help them he’d lose everyone else to so why not hold onto you for as long as he could? Why not keep the one thing that had been his no matter how many times he fucked up. 

But it's not possible

Plus I'm not responsible

For your self-made obstacles

You shook your head when Rafe stepped closer to you, “No.” You said firmly the tears finally starting to fall, “No Rafe, I...i’m not giving up, I believe that you can fix it, I believe that you will get better, I know that you will but I can’t, I can’t fix you, I can’t help you when you don’t really want help. “It’s not possible to help someone who doesn’t want to be helped and i’m not responsible to fix you or to help you anymore.” You told him trying to wipe your face but the tears kept flowing. “I love you Rafe, so fucking much do you get that? I have loved you more than you deserve, I have loved you more than my heart could allow but...you are do damn selfish.” You said your voice breaking as you finally let the tears freefall. “You never pick me, you’ve never picked me. You pick coke, you pick the boys but me...i’m an afterthought and I can’t be an afterthought anymore.”

“You’ve never been an after thought y/n...I, everything i’ve done has been for you, everything I want to do is for you, to make you happy, to keep that smile on your face, that’s why I took you out the other night you remember? I did that because I love you, because i’ve wanted you to know that I can get better that I can and I will.” He said as eh tried stepping towards you, stumbling a bit. “You have to believe me.”

“Rafe.” You said softly stepping towards him, you grabbed his face in your hands looking into his eyes, “You’re high?” You asked in disbelief, “You’re so full of shit.” You told him pushing him away from you as you turned away from him. “Get out, I need you out of my room and out of my house.”

“It was the last time, i’m all out, I was going to flush it but i-”

“But you what?” You yelled turning to face him once more, “One last line was still more important.” You told him, you licked your chapped lips as you walked past him opening the door. “Maybe you should try some therapy,  you should lose a couple home boys, 'Cause I need you to understand that I can;t be with someone who can;t evens say no to one line.” You said holding the door wide open, “I loved you, I won’t lie and act like I didn’t or that I don’t but this can’t work, we don’t work.” And just like that Rafe Cameron, high as a kite walked out of you life, the same way he walked in. 

Two years were indeed being washed down the drain, because the most heart breaking thing you did for the last two years was watch the boy you loved continue to treat you like shit while he threw his life down the drain. You put yourself through hell trying to keep up, you changed yourself and your way of thinking to make him happy and though he never asked you did. Rafe Cameron was perfect, or at least at one point he had been.

[majesticnerdynerd]

Author Interview Tag

I was tagged by @iris-best-taken-in-small-doses, thank you for tagging me! <3

Name: Vee

Fandoms: Primarily Sherlock BBC, but also RDJ Holmes, Harry Potter, and the Fallout games universe, plus Supernatural and bits of Doctor Who which I’ve seen and liked

Where you post: Ao3, I love this site

Most popular multi-chapter fic: So far it’s my first ever published fic from earlier of this godforsaken year, Harry Potter and the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, which has just a few days ago surpassed 2k hits. It’s a crossover between HP/SH, and I must admit I do neglect it a little because I have a second fic I publish, which brings us to....

Favourite story you’ve written till date: Definitely Reichenbach Falls. I speed-wrote the first 8-and-a-bit episodes over the course of 2 months while also studying for transfer exams, and I keep my pace up and it is my main focus at the moment. It’s also the most ambitious crossover I’m attempting, because it is the Holy Trinity of SuperWhoLock, and a Gravity Falls AU, so it offers a lot of lore I am proud that I came up with. It has its own challenges I like to tackle, especially when it comes to intertwining characters from numerous TV shows to coherently worked together, plus their character arcs and character developments that are to come. I hide easter eggs here and there and put some of my soul into it, so it is very dear to me. I think I am doing the job adequately so far, but time will tell. :) I do love HPatAoSH, because it is my first fic ever and I am still excited about it, but I put it on the backburner and procrastinate on the chapters I post usually

Fic you were nervous to post: Both my big series, really. One never knows what reception they’re going to get, and we all hope to get the characters to interact just right. The HP crossover because it has two timelines that later intertwine in 1997 when the Golden Trio asks the Baker Street Dumbass Detective Duo for help and I need to make certain corrections in some earlier chapters. Reichenbach Falls because it is SuperWhoLock and as I said, it’s huge, 3 parts in 1 work, so 300 chapters give or take in total, and I hope to do my best with everyone’s characterisation.

How you choose your titles: Depends. HP/SH was a bit self-explanatory, and I think it fits well into the AU and foretells what’s up in a sense that you know who is involved and if you know both fandoms, you get a whiff of a couple shenanigans. Reichenbach Falls was a bit difficult to name and I stalled on it, but then on one hot summer day that I spent cowering inside the house like the pale gremlin I am, I thought hm,,,,, the show is called Gravity Falls, but I can’t use that of course. And then I remembered that Reichenbach is a thing, the waterfall is in canon as well and BAM - Reichenbach Falls. It’s all more about a sudden epiphany than hard thinking, it comes by itself. 

Do you outline: Yes, but do I stick to it? Nah. I do write steps for each episode for RF, but those serve only as a mild reminder of what the end goal is, and I wing the rest to my standard. It works well so far. With HP/SH, I just wing it and rely on the past chapters because as I mentioned, I’m a sorrowful procrastinator on this one for now. My outlines are general which gives me space to improvise and improve on the run, which I like, it doesn’t restrict me in any self-induced way, so I prevent mental blocks nicely. 

Complete: Living Musical, which is a one-shot I wrote for Steph from inevitably-johnlocked. Fluffy, too! And it needs revision because I wrote it in 4 hours until it was 1am and I have no recollection of that evening anymore. And... god, I need to fix the typos. *facepalms*

In Progress: HP/SH crossover and Reichenbach Falls I linked above already. They’re plenty to take care of :D

Coming soon/not yet started: this is what I am excited about! I have a new AU in mind, either some postapocalyptic wasteland AU, but most probably also an AU of the game Fallout: New Vegas at the same time (it’s basically the same concept). I have the basic plot in mind and down, and ohhhhh guysssss I really like it. I’d also like to make it an interactive fic where the readers may choose which factions John and Sherlock could join, which would affect the ending of the fic, much like what happens in the game, but I’m not decided on this. But there is great potential, I think, though I need to make a big mindmap and brainstorm all that would need to be involved, so there’s lots of lore to consider (which I already got started on). It would be another huge fic, and I plan to write at least half of all that could be published before sending it to ao3, possibly. We will see, but you can see how my mind is overworking itself already... >:) it looks quite badass (but that’s just me so far), and its working name is Fallout: New London. Actually, there’s a prologue and first two chapters that are constant (meaning that it is firmly locked to the AU and can’t be influenced by choices) and in progress already and semi-drafted because I am a psycho like that, but no details yet! I have no self-control.. but yeah, this is the biggest one I’m excited about out of all the fics my mind invents.

Do you accept prompts: ehhhh, maybehaps? I don’t know. Probably not at the moment, maybe in a year or so. I like the idea of doing Christmas prompts, so maybe in 300 days approximately, who knows?

Upcoming story you are most excited to write: Currently, it stays on Reichenbach Falls and its 2 later seasons, because that’s when things get real >:)) also Fallout: New London. so much johnlock in sight.

Upcoming story you are most excited about: Due to my lack of time at the present moment, I nowadays mostly revisit some comfort fics if I feel like shit, but I do keep my eye out on @iris-best-taken-in-small-doses‘ The Corvus That Calls at Night. I am subscribed to the ao3 profile so once it an email popped up and I saw ‘medieval’ and all the other priceless tags (pls check them out I love them) I went oo >:D I am merely waiting for my holiday spirit to kick in fully so I can put my feet up and catch up to my reading; there’s also @simplyclockwork‘s Hired Gun I keep my eyes on, and I patiently wait for @jbaillier‘s Messages From Deep Waters -- I remember that back in August(?) she posted a post about doing research on sea fish and how to gut them? Not sure on the English word or if I’m correct at all right now, but hmmm Scotland staged AU, I like that. Also her You Go To My Head stories that are coming, I love them dearly, and I am so excited there’s going to be more Medical Husbands content :’) 

[eyeslikefoxglove]

Episode 2 - Wei Wuxian has Foot-in-Mouth syndrome & Foxglove absolutely has a crush

Alright let’s go! It’s almost midnight so I might have to go to bed and continue tomorrow but... YOLO? I guess?

Fair warning, I will gush about cinematography and scenery like a lot. I have zero professional knowledge about it, but it’s pretty.

Wei “let me be really damn sexy when drinking” Wuxian.

He’s so done with everything omg it’s hilarious.

Ok but the actress who plays A-Yan is GORGEOUS.

Why does this show do “creepy yet beautiful” so damn good?

This might be my inner Rumplestiltskin talking but the second I heard “wish-granting fairy” I had to scream bullshit; all magic comes with a price.

My god Jin Ling would’ve gotten la zapatilla for talking to the people in the net like that if my granny had been there.

And I’ll never stop wondering who the fuck is in charge of logistics here. Because there you have A CIVILIAN wandering into a forest covered in magic nets.

That fucking donkey.

Watching this for the first time, with not prior knowledge must be fucking disconcerting. Because you have this literal walking disaster, who everyone (besides the gorgeous man in white) wants dead. But he’s a fucking mess and mostly harmless. So why? And it’s hilarious.

So maybe not that harmless. (Ok but badass WWX is kinda hot)

AND WWX DONE GOOFED. Feet in mouth syndrome at its finest.

Him sassing JL is hilarious.

OH HEY THAT’S MY HUSBAND RIGHT THERE!

But FR, the first time I saw JC in this scene I screamed: oh not he’s hoooooooot.

It’s the cheekbones. And the long hair. And the hands. And the fact that my self preservation instinct was left in-utero because I think getting that man riled up and angry over stupid shit would be hilarious.

... in my defence my family’s love language is being assholes to each other; but with affection you know?

JC: I am badass and have a temper don’t fuck with me.

Me: ok that’s valid but you’re also kind of an angry grape and spent ten minutes trying to find a polite way to say “fuck off and die” via letter.

WWX: why am I so unlike today.

WHEN ARE YOU LUCKY MATE? WHEN?

ooooooohhhhhh petty petty smackdown round one!

I love that JC is throwing digs at LWJ and LWJ is not even looking at him. I mean, the ducklings are carrying the conversation so this must not even be new to them.

Jin Ling is the Peacock, Sizhui is Shijie and Jingyi is a WWX/JC hybrid.

JC: what’s the bad news now?

Honestly? Same.

Why does Netflix not translate HJG as HGJ?

JC telling JL that he’ll break his legs if he fucks up has the same energy as my mum threatening me with making me go out on a Friday night if I don’t pass a test.

And yes, I make jokes about threatening physical violence here because it is my hc that, after the kind of parents the Yunmeng siblings had, JC took a look at JL and decided right then and there to stay away from his own parents’ methods.

I mean, one of my dad’s fave swears is: lord give me patience, because if you give me strength they’re all dead.

Which I find hilarious, so I can’t help but see the same thing in those two.

WWX finding out he’d disparaged his orphan nephew’s parents: It was at this moment that he knew he’d fucked up.

... well, that was creepy.

(Can I make the “compass that doesn’t point north and wooden sword” joke? Please?)

JIN LING SHUT UP.

Nopenopenopenoooooope.

So quick question, despite WWX coming back with his own body in this adaptation he does have a golden core right? Because he does some talisman and array things and he does mention when everyone is shit out of luck in the Burial Mounds that he, LWJ and the Ducklings are the only ones with spiritual energy. But he also gives his sword to WN to fight more often than not and he mentions that his body is “fragile”. So...

WWX just went into scolding/disappointed parent mode lol.

He just deduced everything correctly from a bunch of glittery grass. He’s fucking Sherlock and I can understand why NHS wanted him to help with his brother’s murder.

(Brief interlude so I can thirst over JC’s hands for a second again)

Jingyi is, as always, A Mood.

THE CINNAMON ROLL IS HERE.

“The Yiling Patriarch is not here!”

He’s right behind you mate.

So everyone is wearing Kevlar under their robes right? I’m going to assume so, because otherwise WN would’ve caved LSZ’s chest in with that chain throw. I mean, he punched right through stone so...

IT’S HERE.

IT’S HAPPENING.

NOBODY PANIC.

THE WRIST GRAB.

IS THAT A TIIIIIINY SMILE ON LWJ’S FACE?

THE DOUBLE WRIST GRAB.

LWJ’S SURPRISED FACE.

*screaming into a pillow*

Oh hey, hubby is back!

OMG I’m laughing at him scolding JL. Can’t help it.

Full disclosure, I love Zidian’s design.

Petty smackdown number two!

Lemme go on a Zidian tangent tho: IT’S A LIGHTNING WHIP. That shit should be devastating. Do you know how much voltage is in lightning? Too fucking much. Every time someone got hit with it you would have at least second to third degree burns, not to mention broken bones, muscle spasms and if you’re very very unlucky cardiac arrest. But you don’t. It doesn’t make sense? Help?

... why am I being logical over A FUCKING MAGIC WHIP.

Idk, it’s almost 1am don’t ask me that.

He really wanted his brother back didn’t he. I mean, he was so sure WWX was possessing that body and when nothing happened his face got all surprised and sad. That’s not the look of someone who wants to torture and murder the dude. That’s for sure.

LJY: didn’t you kill him yourself?

JC: conceal don’t feel don’t let them know.

Again, brilliant tiny flashback. We still don’t see what exactly happened at the cliff. You see LWJ holding onto WWX, you see a close up of JC stabbing down from above, but then it cuts to a wider frame and WWX is already falling. We are meant to assume JC did something like stab him on the face or hurt LWJ’s hand.

I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS OVER JC OK? He’s an angry grape but he’s my angry grape and he misses both his siblings.

Amazing transition again to a mega long flashback.

SHIJIE IS HERE. JC IS SMILING. WWX’S BIGGEST PROBLEMS ARE STEERING CLEAR OF DOGS AND HIS HORRIBLE ADOPTIVE MOTHER. *goes crying to read time-travel fix it fics*

(I’m gonna stop being all thirsty over JC at least until the SunShot Campaign bc 1. I think his mega crush on WQ is adorable and how I wish it’d worked out. & 2. He’s what? 17 at the beginning of this flashback? That feels creepy.)

It’s a little disturbing what WWX says about alcohol easing the mind tho. I mean he’s 17?

JC: A-Jie WWX is being mean to me!

So that’s episode 2 done. It’s 1am and my cat is begging me for food so I bet the neighbours love me right now. I’m not going to take any responsibility for typos or weird turns of phrases because I’m tired.

Tomorrow I have to actually start packing my flat so I might not get another episode out but who knows.

Thanks for reading!

[idiosyncrasy-at-its-finest]

March 8, 2020.  A message for a friend I never shared (+ mini blog post)

Routine sweeping of my google drive.  Not sweeping because there’s over five hundred docs, probably (almost all of them stories + pieces of fiction + journal type thought jots + poems).

I wrote this at 12 am.  It’s just over three pages long in docs.  I shared it (w/o sending an email notification) to the person this was for.  When I woke up and remembered what I’d done, I unshared it.  I don’t think he ever saw it.

Disclaimer: I don’t have any romantic feelings for him.  People have thought so and that just makes me feel awful (since he has a girlfriend).  I had a crush on him when I was in seventh grade (he was a freshman).  I’m a rising junior now, and he’s going off to college.  An iVy lEaGuE boy <3

Writing remains unchanged except for a ‘wh’ I corrected to ‘with’ and another typo (I was really tired (+ sad) when writing this).

Hope you enjoy because I cried while rereading this.

Title in docs: it’s too late for this

Hmm I looked this over.  Dumb.  It’s okay.  It’s 1am.  I’ll chalk it up to being sleep drunk or whatever it is I go through.  Or hormones.  Yeah that’s it.  Yeah this makes zero sense but it’s like a stream of consciousness type.

March 8, 2020

I think the word love is kind of fake now, I do.  Everyone uses it so casually and I’m guilty of the same thing.  Idk why I’m writing like… this.

Okay.  Hi.  I’m feeling a lot of things right now and, to be frank, I don’t like it.  It’s strange.  And weird.

One: dependence.  I have friends, yeah, and one go-to friend who’s pretty much always there for me when I need her.  But when I don’t need her, like in school, there are these hurtful, biting comments, these eye rolls that really really hurt.  I’m just not as comfortable with her as I used to be.  And I have other friends, sure, but not ones that I can rely on for everything.

But you?  I think I’m a bit too reliant on you.  I spoke to someone on omegle (multiple people really, but I digress), and they said not to do drugs.  Wow symbolism or whatever.  It’s not like you’re a drug per say, but I just have a really really really bad addiction.

You’re kind of like candy.  I love it but know that it’ll give me headaches after.  And in your case, or our case, it’s not like you give me a headache.  It’s me.  I really dislike that.

Let me start over.

I love you.  More than I should.  I don’t feel as much with other people.  Not as many positive emotions.  My family makes me really sad sometimes, my friends get me really annoyed.  They both can make me feel happy, but you… you make me feel like I’m on cloud nine.

Do I know what that is?  Not really.  Do I care?  No  A little bit.  I don’t like not knowing things.  And yet…. I digress.

I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything about it or text me more or whatever but you are important to me.  That’s it.  You are important to me.

You are so important to me.  I kid you not, everything you do affects me.  When you say something that isn’t exactly positive, my mind reels over it for hours.  If you ghost in the middle of a conversation, I obsessively check my phone.  I realize this behavior may be displayed in psychopaths and yet… I trust you’ll stick with me.

Maybe it’s because you treat me so well.  I’m not sure.  You entertain my questions, you listen to me.  I’ve been called annoying my whole life, my family tunes me out, I’ve developed the habit of talking to myself.  People jokingly point out that I talk too much about myself, I talk too much in general.  They think it doesn’t hurt.  It does.

But you make me feel heard.  Most of the time.  And then other times I remember that I’m not the only thing in your life.  You have other friends, a girlfriend, other priorities.

I love you so much I would never want to hurt you.

But I forget I’m not as important to you as you are to me.  I care about you so much it hurts.  My stomach tightens every once in a while when I text you.  Not quite butterflies but something else.  A snake, maybe, squeezing my insides.  It makes me feel like I’m about to explode.  This hasn’t ever happened to me before.

And I talk about you too.  Probably too much.  My friends once joked and said that if you broke up with your girlfriend it would be my fault.

I didn’t like that.

I suppose you’re on my mind more often than you should be, but I can’t help it.  And maybe this sounds like a love letter— and I guess it’s because it is— just not that kind of love.  A special kind.  A kind I’ve never experienced before.  A kind reserved just for you.

It’s really late.  I’m sorry you had a bad day.

I’m not quite sure what to say anymore but I know there’s lots.

I think that you probably don’t know the effect you have on me.  I don’t either.  Maybe it’s because I’m going through a particularly rough time dealing with… who knows what.  It’s not a simple mood swing though.  I’ve been feeling… off… for ages.

Everyone says I’m so happy.  I like that they think I am.  I love to make others smile!  And with you I’m always so negative.  I’m sorry.  I just feel guilty being sad with others.  And I’m tired of being sad alone.  I don’t like where my thoughts go.  No extremes but… it’s lonely.  And overwhelming.

When you’re here for me I feel like I can be myself.

But in school.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for always insisting you don’t love me.  I know you do or at least I hope you do since you always say so.  It’s just that whenever you’re near I want to cling onto you.  You’re my lifeline.  You simultaneously drive me insane while being the only thing that keeps me sane.  Somewhat sane.  Every time you leave, I hurt a little bit.  And it’s not your fault.

I tried, for a bit, getting rid of you.  Decided it was unhealthy.  Unhealthy to love someone the way I love you.  But I was too weak.  I muted your notifications, I didn’t start conversations, I took you off my private story.  It only made me check more, wait more anxiously, feel more alone.  And you hadn’t even noticed.  I don’t think you knew you were even taken off.  That’s okay.  I’m not sure what I was expecting.  And it’s fine you don’t always start conversations.  You kind of are now though.

When you told me you kind of missed me the other day, I smiled.  Really wide.

And I remember last year, maybe.  I gave you a hug and immediately you’d asked what was wrong.  We barely talked last year and yet you knew.  You could tell, better than anyone else.  I’d spent the previous night crying, but I didn’t want you to know.  I think I told a joke and you laughed.

And another time it happened, where I hugged you and you asked what was wrong.  But that time nothing was.  And I laughed because I realized it was so you.  To maybe act like you don’t care about me but then really be there when I need it.

But sometimes it feels like you’re embarrassed of me.  I’ll hug you and you’ll pull away, tell me you have to go.  And I feel like a burden.  Boy if I haven’t been called one before…

And I’m sorry for calling so much.  It’s annoying, I’m annoying.  I know.  And I’m sorry.

I don't text that often.

A tedious task— just see each other at school.  I prefer to call, as well, so my hands are left free and I can do other things.

But I text you a lot.

Also.  When I called you.  And you called me [a nickname only family + close friends call me].  And asked what was wrong.  It felt nice.

But I think I’m too attached.  I don’t like it.  I don’t like how I say ‘I love you’ without having punched you beforehand.  I don’t like how real it is.

It sounds like love, doesn’t it?  Like I’m in love.  Maybe I am.  I think I’m in love with the idea that maybe someone really will always be there for me.  But I’m not in love with you.  Not like some people say.

Again, I’ve spoken about you.  You’re on my mind a lot.

Will I send this to you?  Maybe.  It’s weird talking to ‘you’ and yet not really.  I think I might share it with you.  But I won't send an email.  I don’t need you to know about this

I didn’t even end with a period.  I shared it with him, at 1 am I believe, thinking I’d update it every so often.  He wouldn’t have gotten a notification when I shared it, so I figured if he saw it, he saw it.

I would constantly tell him I loved him more and every time he argued back, saying he cared more for me, in my head I’d be screaming: “no, I love you more” because it really felt like it.  Still does.  I’m not sure where I got these trust issues, but they’re here and they’re mine.  He wouldn’t hear me out, so I had to type it.  I can tell him anything, I know that.  He’s like the brother I never had except we’re not always at each other’s throats like many brothers and sisters are.

[badlydrawndrawnings]

a messed up widdershins-caliban family mini-theory/headcanon

[bare with me i wrote this around 1am in my time zone and thought to post it now instead of at a more reasonable period like 1pm maybe you’ll catch typos]

So Mrs. Widdershins and her first husband are clearly not part of the sugar bowl generation (i think that’s the term for vfd members who are children when the original schism happened?). They’re original schism members, since Fernald is always technically lump with the sugar bowl generation to keep things simple.

But we have Fiona, who is definitely lump with the Baudelaires and Quagmires children (idk what term is used for them). We know that Fiona’s birth happened when Fernald is a teenager: greater than or equal to 13, but less than or equal to 16. I’m excluding 17 because babies in the asoue world can remember memories one thought they wouldn’t remember and Fiona could be barely be two when recalling fernald and captain widdershins fighting and fernald’s departure, and 18 because it’s age you become an adult in the asoue world.

Other things to considers: Widdershins isn’t actually that much older than Fernald but still older than Fernald for Mrs. widdershins to accept the proposal and Mrs. Widdershins’ death may be connected to the Anwhistle Aquatic fire that took Gregor Anwhistle’s life (since she may have worked with Gregor to created the medusoid mycelium). 

The biggest thing to think about is that Fiona in the Grimm Grotto, says this about her biological father: “My father moved away!” (page 291, in my copy at least). I always thought it as sad detail how Fiona’s family is broken, but after discovering when a child takes in their steparent’s surname is like, basically an adoption, Fiona is Fiona Widdershins for a reason. 

Widdershins adopting Fiona is possible proof Mrs. Widdershins’ first husband wants nothing to do with his old family. With Mrs. Widdershins’ death, the first husband could have fought custody for Fiona (and Fernald, if he didn’t switch sides at this point) or at least visitation rights, but didn’t. Widdershins adopting his late wife’s children may have been his way of trying to keep the siblings together, but in the end could only adopt Fiona. While Widdershins will never win best father of the year, Widdershins would only win second place for worse father of the year.

The first husband will wins first place for worse father of the year, because i think he is Thursday, and left his child again in his marriage to Miranda Caliban. So, like, this is what i have theorize/headcanon: Mrs. Widdershins and Thursday are the youngest members of the original schism generation. They are sometimes mistaken as being the oldest sugar bowl generation members (that goes to monty) and are flatter.

Mrs. widdershins and Thursday always planned Fernald’s birth, and only him. Seeing how Parents with two or more children have a greater chance of dying after their children are kidnapped taken, having one child gives Fernald a greater chance to be raise by them for longer, before getting indoctrinated into VFD.

Their plan work. Fernald didn’t even had to get kidnapped taken. VFD treated him as a kid who always hang out at his parents’ workplace. Fernald got to know several of his parent’s co-workers, two including Captain Widdershins (VFD forced Widdershins to babysit Fernald as a way to toture him [Widdershins]; Widdershins ends up becoming a weird big brother figure instead -i say this because Fernald still got along with Widdershins when the photo was taken) and Gregor Anwhistle (who constantly worked beside Fernald’s mother).

As a teen, Fernald learns from his parents that he’s going to be a big brother!  he’s excited, because holy **** he gets to be a big brother and teach his little sibling everything! Mrs Widdershins isn’t as excited, but excited enough for Fernald’s sake. Thursday though...he doesn’t really talk about his feelings about his second child. When Fiona is born, Fernald and his mother care and love her. Captain Widdershins and Gregor -and other vfd member that visits the family- dotes over baby Fiona.

Thursday isn’t really involved with the family now, and starts to not come home as much. Eventually after several weeks, he moved out. A divorce happens, giving his ex full custody of the children. Within a month of the divorce proceedings, Captain Widdershins and Mrs. Widdershins begin dating. After the divorce is finalize, Widdershins finally pops the question, and Mrs. Widdershins actually becomes Mrs. Widdershins. Fernald is a bit weirded out by the fact his metaphorical big brother is dating and eventually marries his mother, but nothing really changed between them.

While this is going on, Mrs. Widdershins starts working more and more with Gregor and became close to him. like super close. Close to where Mrs. Widdershins threw herself into flames to make a blind attempt of saving of work they made together. like how a mother tries to save her own child from death.

With mom and Gregor dead, as well as Captain Widdershins ‘maturing’ and demanding respect from Fernald not as a big brother but as a (step)father, Fernald tries contacting his biological dad to ask why he isn’t fighting Widdershins’ adoption. There he learns dad flat out moved away, as well as  discovering the reason why dad left via another vfd member *coughkitcough*. While arguments between Widdershins and Fernald were always about the Anwhistle Aquatic fire and Mrs. Widdershins’s death, the ‘ban, ban, absolutely banned’ topic they fought over once and mutually agree to never bring up again is whether Fiona is really Fernald’s half sister.

(Why it became ban is something Widdershins forgot. Fernald remembers though. While upset at first, Fernald realize that in the end, it was Widdershins who returned to them, not Thursday.)

Thursday think Fiona is Gregor’s daughter. The VFD member Fernald talks to takes Thursday’s word as truth. After all, if Gregor and Mrs. Widdershins were willing to betray VFD with the Mycelium, they could have betrayed loyalties to Thursday. With Thursday elsewhere for the next several years, the VFD member gives her opinion on the topic at hand: despite the fast courtship and wedding, Fiona can’t be Widdershins’ kid, because Gregor is more closer in age to Thursday and Fernald’s mother, as well as spending more time with Gregor than Widdershins before Fiona’s birth. Thursday’s last words to her before he left the city is that he thinks Widdershins got seduced (the vfd member didn’t lie here).

Fernald think Fiona is Widdershins’ daughter. For starters, mom really did agree to date Widdershins after dad asked for a divorce. And she really did married someone who is a big brother figure to Fernald. Problem is, Fernald is already upset at the idea mom is a cheater. With the vfd member having such a low opinion on mom over the mycelium, Fernald doesn’t want to think of the possibility mom seduced Widdershins. So Fernald thinks Widdershins is the homewrecker, and just because Widdershins is Fiona’s dad doesn’t give him the right to be a father to him [Fernald].

Widdershins thinks Fiona is Thursday’s daughter. Just because he [Widdershins] and Mrs. Widdershins got to together fast doesn’t mean he was sleeping with her before hand. Sometimes people naturally fall in love and get marry fast. Widdershins even tells Fernald that Mrs. Widdershins loved Thursday and would never had betrayed him [Thursday] in any way, and that he [Widdershins] would never ruin anyone’s marriage (Widdershins legitimately thought Fernald and Fiona’s parents were the types to stay together until death).

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Thursday had asked VFD to move him away from any major water related places. At this point, Thursday still have tiny respect for Gregor and his ex. When VFD asked the reason why, Thursday said he and his ex-wife agreed to not see it each other for the time being (the divorce was not amicable). So now, Thursday works in the city. 

Thursday meets up with many sugar bowl generation members. There he meets Miranda, and they began dating. Thursday is hesitate to go further, because he got word from kit his ex agreed to married Widdershins (Thursday wonder why his ex and Gregor didn’t hook up). As time passes, he thinks Miranda is the one and finally popped the question. They had a small wedding with two guests because they don’t have the money: Miranda’s sister Olivia and another VFD member kit sent in N’s place because N is on a mission. After the marriage, the two decided to go to the island with other VFD members. Thursday gives his two cents about the newly wedded Widdershins, and leaves.

While happy with his new wife and the idea of their future child Friday, Thursday comes the realization he misses being an active member of VFD (Ishmael’s rule of the Island factor into it). While not as young as he used to be, Thursday still wants to help the noble side, even in the smallest ways. After an argument with Miranda about retirement and protecting their child from the rest of the world, Thursday ends up leaving, hoping that someday Miranda will follow suit and take their child back to the mainland.

Thursday being on the island pretty much caused him to go through an update crash course on what the hell happened. He is a bit surprised his son switched sides; but he does not believe Fernald has hooks for hands. In regards to Fiona, Thursday heard not kit but from ike and josephine that Widdershins adopted Fiona shortly after Fernald switched sides.

Thursday frankly decided to keep a safe distance from the Widdershins family as a precaution of Fiona wanting to visit him. In fact, upon his return, Thursday does everything to avoid getting into contact with them, to where they have no idea the man even return from the island.

By the time of The End/Chapter Fourteen, the last piece of news regarding Fernald and Fiona Thursday hears is more of a rumor: they’re back in the city and in the care of Widdershins, and for some reason they’re living with Gregor’s brother (Thursday thought D never adopted H in time before her death), who may or may not have adopted the Quagmires children? Thursday has enough trouble enough trying to verified the rumor Miranda and Friday are back on mainland, having the incredibly deadly viper as a pet. 

[askyancy]

Yancy’s Trial

OOC: The following is the ENTIRE court room scenario that took place on the discord. Hey if you ain’t on there look how much you’re missing!  https://discord.gg/VRayPQs Better hop aboard huh! This Court case was between myself and my partner @markimoojackaboi​ who was in charge of the whole event with myself as: Mr Wallaby/Wilford, Yancy, Dr Parker, Bambam, Sparkles and him as : Mr D. Iplier/Dark  and our wonderful Warden @thegayneighborhoodcannibal​ A lot of Wilford’s case was assisted by the theorists of the server who spent from 5:30pm - 1am EST trying to corral Wilford into actually being a lawyer. Needless to say that didn’t go well but at least someone has that ability.  Please forgive any typos, mistakes, formatting as tumblr is a bitch.  Consider this the transcript of the case. Enjoy the read! It’s a long one!  -Mort

Saturday 30th November at 5:30 PM

Officials have started arriving, board members, District attorneys and the sort, all filling into the spectator seats. No jury, seems no one showed up for duty, or rather this was a prison case and not necessarily in need of one. This was at the hands of officials. Stepping through the doors you get the scent of the mahogany wood lining the entire facility, the traces of perfume and cologne from the officials and the scent of something..candy? The two lawyers directing the case are up front at the main two tables, a rather colorful suit on Mr Wallaby, but he looked most certainly charming, save for the fake mustache... on top of a mustache.. Whatever, you choose not to question it. You take a moment to linger in the stands listening a little to what Wallaby might be saying. Something about pancakes and syrup? Taking your seat at the front on an end seat, a notepad sits in hand. Taking notes on this case may be important to assist and who knows, maybe you'll even get called as a witness... A friendly face approaches, patting you on the shoulder, they seem to have familiarity with you and sit to your left. "Hey you remember me right? Arnie Velmont? We went to law school together?" You nod. "Yeah yeah! You don’t mind me sittin here? Don't really know anyone else here" A wave of the hand. He's fine. Your silence holds strong. As everyone takes their positions, a certain inmate is brought into the room a little roughly by Officer Rex, and made to stand to the side, he's heavily cuffed and clearly shaking. Even the Warden is shown to where he can sit. "All rise for the honorable Judge Bagel Noface-Noname." Rex announces, the crowd stand and so do you. The judge rolls onto the high seat and onto the table, settling there. The crowd sits and you follow suit. The court was now in session.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 6:08 PM

The prosecution waited in his seat for the Judges opening. Familiarize everyone with the case number, that sort of thing. He waited a little uncomfortably long, as the judge didn't actually have a visible mouth. The Man in the charcoal jacket and grey tie to match and thinly rimmed glasses, a mister D. Ipliére rose to his feet, rubbing his hands together and clapping them together. "Your honor this case is as open and shut as a  bad book," He looked up at the judge, "What we have here is bloodstained hands... And we will punish those responsible for this heinous act." He moves back behind his table and sits down, tucking his seat in so he was close to the desk. He'd make a perfect bureaucrat the way he prepared to take notes. But then his eyes snapped towards Yancy, irises like obsidian. He had the composure of a statue, but he had the presence of a coiled scorpion... ready to strike if you looked away for too long.(edited)

WallabyYesterday at 6:14 PM

Wilfor-Wallaby blinked as he watched, a quick mutter to himself over something before he stood. He didn’t have pants on. Looked like heart boxers... but oddly somehow he still looked good. "Your honnnooor~ What we reaaally have is an innocent sugarmuffin of a man who has done no wrong by anyone.. look at his widdle baby faaaceee" Yancy blinked, looking up, confused, taken aback and shook his head. Fuck.... This was gonna go horrible. "And I'll prove it!" he smirks, a smug lil fluffball as he sits back down "I’m doomed" runs across Yancy's mouth silently.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 6:27 PM

The DA was  firm man, imposing in a different way than say the Warden for example. He rose again so the.. Judge.. Wonderful... "The Prosecution would like to call prisoner 6247 of Happy Trails Penitentiary to the stand for cross examination." he was a rock in a river."

YancyYesterday at 6:32 PM

Yancy's stomach dropped and he started shaking again. oh god. oh fuck ok. deep breaths. done this before. He let Rex man handle him up to the stand, settling in the seat. Poor Yancy... he looked ready to cry. Wallaby frowned. This wasn't good. Calling his client up immediately. Hm.... Well.. If Yancy did as good as he had been maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Yancy's eyes passed over the prosecutor. A handsome man with an intimidating look. This man wasn't just his prosecutor... but his executioner if things didnt go well. Rex huffed putting a bible in front of Yancy. Yancy pulled a face at it. "m'not..er..religious type ya know.. uh...." Wallaby paused, dug around in his small brief case and held up something small, hurried over to put it on the desk then scuttled back. "..... yer kiddin" Rex raised an eyebrow and shrugged as Yancy obediently placed his hand on the pudding cup and then his other up...as best the cuffs allowed anyway. "Ye swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you...pudding cup" "I swears..." Yancy fidgeted a bit. Nervous.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 6:47 PM

The Prosecution's lip twitched slightly at the sight of the pudding cup. "Mr Yancy, is it?" He asked, moving again to the side of his desk, a couple pieces of paper in his hand. He made eye contact with the defendant.

YancyYesterday at 6:48 PM

Yancy tensed as the intimidating man came forward to question him, immediately flustering. "Ah wh- Well yeah but uh.. I er.. I go by Yancy." His cuff chains rattled a lot, a lot of hand fussing.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 6:51 PM

The man leaned back a little to move his long dark locks off his face and adjusting his glasses with the free hand. He touched the thinned rims just with the tips of his fingers with the confidence of a man who would never leave a fingerprint o n the glass. "My apologies, I forgot about prison names. If you would please make your statement for the record." He leaned his hip a little on the desk, looking at the paper.

YancyYesterday at 6:54 PM

Yancy shivered but lowered his gaze to the wood in front of him "I... I d-dont hav-.. I mean I dunno where youse.. want me to start I-..." His voice was barely audible, just loud enough for the prosecutor.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 6:55 PM

The prosecutor looked up at him. "I'm sorry did... did your defense not prepare you for this?" He asked, a smooth cold voice like a polished stone as he glanced over at Mr. Wallaby...His lip twitched subtlety.

YancyYesterday at 7:03 PM

Yancy went wide eyed and withdrew into his seat. Wallaby glanced over huh... poor Yancy. Didn't look too good "Ah.. just tell em what ya told me!" He gave a beckoning motion with his hand and a thumbs up. Yancy stared and sank a bit more in his seat "E...er... o-okay... " Yancy glanced up at the judge then the room "I er.... " Yancy cleared his throat. Deep breath. It's ok. "It kinda started with er... these t'ree inmates deys... sendin me messages. t'ought nottin of it a foirst and then t'ings escalated. Dey's called me out I called dem's out.... We agreed to meet up... I er.. we met up in de hallway and deys got the drop on me. T'ought I was meeting just one alone and dere was t'ree o dems... " he swallowed "Deys stabbed me..... I was in medical fer a whiles and... while I was dere deys attacked my friends.. set my cell on fire.. all my..belongins.... a-and den I heard em down the hall... deys was tryna hurt my friends..." he ran his hands together "I-.. I remember going forward t'.. t' Frank and... I.. I dunno I- I dont remember what happened next but I wokes up on the floor with my friends holdin me away .... I-.. den d' ward'n came in and I-........ " he trailed off his voice shaking.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 7:11 PM

The man's face softened in what looked like pity. "It's alright, you don't have to go further than that. Thank you for sharing." He full on faced Walllaby... He breathed sharply through his nose to compose himself  a little, clearly annoyed at the candy-coated defense lawyer. But he maintained himself, his voice never raised in volume from what he started with. He turned back to face Yancy. His face softened. "You've been through so much in this last week, haven't you?" He said, peering over his glasses a little. As non threatening as such an imposing figure could possibly be.

YancyYesterday at 7:13 PM

Yancy slowly nodded before he croaked out a more audible for court "y-yes" Wallaby leaned back in his chair feet up and a phone in his hands, grumpily swatting at that mosquito... gonna get it... you just wait... Yancy pinched his eyes shut "oh god..." whispered from him, just loud enough for Mr. Ipliére to hear it. Poor guy was terrified.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 7:17 PM

The lawyer looked at him with a slight head tilt... the poor thing.. "Are you alright? Do you need a moment?" he asked almost... sweetly.

YancyYesterday at 7:20 PM

Yancy shook his head. He shifted in the seat, bracing himself, deep breath. 4....7....8..... 4....7.....8.... "N-no I'm okay.... I-..... Just brings back some memories o d' last time I was in here... ya know?" he smiled bitterly but sat up, seemed he was capable of taking care of himself despite his lawyer being a useless mindless doofus. "You had questions, sir?"

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 7:29 PM

The prosecutor nodded. "Any time you need stop, alright?... I know this is a heavy burden to ask of you..." A strange and seemingly indirect way of thanking him for his bravery. "Would you mind telling us, for the record, when did these messages start?" He leaned away from his desk.

YancyYesterday at 7:35 PM

Yancy took a deep inhale and sat straight. Be honest. Be short. "About 2 weeks ago? I'm not sure on de exact date, but it's been about 2 weeks." The more the prosecutor spoke the more Yancy seemed to relax a little. Wallaby had sat up again and was now digging through his bag, pulling out a large pieces of paper with crayon.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 7:44 PM

The Prosecutor looked down at his sheet, cross referencing something unseen. He nodded and moved over to the box. "Your honour, I hold in my hands Exhibit A, the direct messages received." He looked down at his sheet. "Yes it's.. quite colourful language..." He traced the lines with his fingers... looking for something specific.

YancyYesterday at 7:47 PM

The judge makes no movement, its a bagel. But the honorable judge does seem to approve. It seems the prosecutor is permitted to continue. Yancy looks away. God.... this is gonna show he had a phone... he could get the Warden in a lot of trouble if he wasn't careful..... Deep breath... Just a stage. Just another performance. A court room performance. He was just playing the criminal. Nothing wrong. Just..... why'd the prosecutor have to be so damned handsome! Wallaby finally digs something else out of his bag. a large wooden letter A. That's his exhibit A... yup...

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 7:54 PM

The prosecutor straightened his spine. "Such texts as and I quote, "What a boring game, let's make it interesting., a knife emoticon- Favorite stab wound," end quote.  That's quite frightening.." He didn't leave room for pause. "Or this one, I quote, 'Tell our dear friend BB that Sparkles is next. I'll make sure to leave a bedazzled finger under their pillow, Heart Emoji' end quote." He moved teh hand with the paper in it down to his side, quickly. He spoke loud enough to make someones ears ring. "Lastly and -i- quote Starlings are aggressive. Reckless. They pick fights at any chance they get. But enough of them. It's good to see you, mockingbird. -' End. Quote."

WallabyYesterday at 7:57 PM

Wallaby raised an eyebrow as he listened this time and stood up "Awbjection your honor. Relevance. How is this reveleleelephant to the matter at hand?" he waggled his stache a bit. He'd taken his pants off again. "Yancy sank a bit, bit his tongue. Well of course it was.. relevant... that was  Frank and-... Or was it? Maybe he should trust his lawyer? God.. he didn't know anymore.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 8:01 PM

The prosecutor raised his hands defensively, waiting the judges ruling. ..... A tap of the gavel. "My point, if it please the court, is his response to that very last message sent, A text message back... I quote. "y-youse…. All o youse is fuckin DEAD" end quote.

WallabyYesterday at 8:04 PM

Wallaby huffed, fake mustache atop his mustache hanging off a bit "Awbjection your honor! My client was very angwee. Those kinds of messages would make anyone mad! Doesn't mean that he'd hurt them! Sayin n doin are very different!" and yet here they where. Yancy bit his lip. shut up. stop talking. sit down youse dumb mustached fuck.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 8:12 PM

The Prosecutor backed up, hands up a little. "Withdrawn, your honour." He turned back, waved a hand a little, and faced him again, the man of someone commanding a stage. "The messages were sent to a cellular device in your posession, Yancy. Sorry... Yancy." He corrected himself. "How long have you, a convicted murderer with a wrap sheet to boot had a waterproof, shockproof, cellphone?"

YancyYesterday at 8:17 PM

Yancy went pale, like he'd just seen a ghost, but slowly he knew being honest was key here. Then again if he answered he could get the warden, Hawk, Scarlet, a lot of others in trouble. He looked up at Wallaby. Wallaby was frantically waving his hand in front of his throat, shaking his head, giving zip lips and shushy gestures. "I... uh.......... I plead... fifth... your honor" he bit his tongue discretely inside his mouth. fuckfckfuck. He had to trust his lawyer.. shit.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 8:19 PM

The Prosecutor froze for a minute...

The Fifth Amendment, or Amendment V of the United States Constitution is the section of the Bill of Rights that protects you from being held for committing a crime unless you have been indicted correctly by the police.

He nodded. "... No further questions, your honour." He went and sat down... pen to paper and ready.

YancyYesterday at 8:26 PM

Yancy let out a sigh of relief. Welp that was one frying pan to deal with later.... His stomach twisted as he saw Wallaby wriggle back into his pants and hop his way to standing and wobbled his way over "Hey buddy!" ".....the heck are youse doing?" Yancy hiss whispered. "I'll assk the questionssss!" he smirked and Yancy went pale again. "Now .... Getting to the reaal grit o the situaaation! You mentioned in your stawry that you dont remember what happened between sneakin up on Frankie and waking up next to his dead bawdy. Correct?" "...Correct" Yancy was shaking again, it was audible in the chains as his leg bounced. "Do you get black outs often?" "I-er..... no" "Hm ok. Would you say you lose time? Or memories? any memory lawss that kinda thing?" he waved his hand around, rather sure of himself there. "Er... n-no...." Wallaby paused, turned "really? ah ok" welp there went that defense.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 8:30 PM

The prosecution takes notes. His rival sounded like he had just been plopped into this without warning! Meanwhile he himself had been studying the ins and outs of this case. He almost felt bad for the kid. But you'd never know by the looks on his face. He imagined this would be over quickly.

WallabyYesterday at 8:36 PM

Wallaby continued after a little waggle of the stache that was now fully falling off his face. One more of those and it was a goner. "Awlright. Would you saaaaay.... that this black out may have been connect to any mental health issues you may suffer from?" Yancy paused. Oh ..aha.. that's where this was going ok. "I er.. maybe... I was.. seein Doctah pahrkah fer a lotta stuffs." "So you would say that Doctah Pahrkah... i say dat right? Ah.. Would you say they were a credible source of informaaation on your mental health status that could have been the causes of this black out?" "... Yes?" He didnt sound sure but went with it. "Awlright. Next question. What were you doing before the incident? Before all the rawr rawr stabby stabby murder?" Yancy winced at that bit but hoped everyone would ignore the phrasing "I was... asleep. I was in my cell asleep on... confinement after a fight broke out with different inmates earlier. Er... dats another longer story though. Not related" "The bagel will be the judge of that!" Wilford huffed at him "So you were asleep!" "Yes" "Then how did you get in the cell?" "I.. I gets nightmares. Deys wake me up..keep me up a lot... I dont get a lot o sleep" "Ahuuuuuuuuhh.... Do you think this lack of sleep could contribute to your black out?"

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 8:38 PM

Prosecutor raises his hand a little, barely looking up from his paper. "Objection, your honour, what's the point of all this speculation?"

WallabyYesterday at 8:43 PM

Wallaby paused "W- weeeellll... My poinntttt if ya let me get to it mister bawsy pants!" no regard for court ettiquette but that was a Warfstache for ya. "Is that if the boys sleep walkin he cant be accountable for his actions" He huffed, turned around "Where ya?" "I..... no? I dont know I dont remember but I do remember waking up and hurrying over" "Why the hurrry" "I heard my friends yelling sounded like they were in trouble.... then I saw..them and I-... Next thing I knew I was... being dragged away" "Sounds like sleep walking" Wallaby huffed and wandered back to the table "Your witness" he smirked at the prosecutor and Yancy put his face in his hands.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 8:46 PM

The Procecution rolled his shoulders back a little, rising to his feet. "Your honour may I approach the bench?" He asked. ...... He began the walk, but stopped, waiting for Wallaby to follow. This was more so he could talk to him in the middle of this.

WallabyYesterday at 8:50 PM

Wallaby linked and hopped up to join him, a hushed conversation...There's a lot of faff and fuss from Wallaby before he hugs the prosecutor with a squeaky noise then shuffled on back to his desk to sit back down, a smug look on his face

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 8:58 PM

The prosecutor straightened his tie and moved back... seemed his opposition was trying to plead insanity. “The court would like to call Dr Aiden Parker to the stand.”

YancyYesterday at 9:00 PM

Yancy relaxed and hopped out of the chair letting Rex man handle him again, nothing h wasnt used to. Dr Parker stood, fixed his suit jacket and wandered over. He set a small stone on the table

"I'm also Agnostic but this is a truth stone."

He let Rex give the speech. "

“I swear.”

 On to questioning. He set his hands neatly in his lap.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 9:01 PM

The prosecution is now limited to three questions each.”Dr Parker, you are a psychiatrist, correct? You’ve got an astounding CV. He said tapping his finger down onto the table next to him.”

Dr. ParkerYesterday at 9:04 PM

Parker keep a professional look to him. "I am the on site psychiatrist for Happy Trails Penitentiary, yes. .... and thank you" Wallaby raised an eyebrow, watching curiously. Seems at least his focus is in the right place now...(edited)

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 9:07 PM

*Two professionals back and forth with equal composure. “What’s it like working with some of the most dangerous people ever convicted?”

Dr.ParkerYesterday at 9:09 PM

Parker raised an eyebrow then put it down again.

"No different to the rest of my field. Danger only comes from those who feel it necessary to be a threat. I have yet to find anyone who is to be dubbed "dangerous" in my books"

His voice was odd... so were his eyes but they didn't hold much distraction.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 9:16 PM

The prosecutor mentally thanked the doctor for his easy manner and setting the foundation. “And yet within hours of being discharged from their medical bay, he was setting off small explosive devices, he manages to get re-armed, and now there he sits..” he points to Yancy, “having stabbed another human being 73 times. That’s more times than a human should naturally be able to do on their own by almost double.” He scuffed his heel and paced. “How many times will this happen again before a professional such as yourself considers them Dangerous.”

WallabyYesterday at 9:22 PM

Wallaby piped up "Awbjection! The bawmb was Bambams" Bambam went wide eyed and looked ready to bolt but stayed put. Yeah ok...they'd take that hit for Yancy. IT was their idea.... Parker waited for them to finish "

“Yancy was recently put in my care as per the Warden's request on regards of rehabilitation. The Warden believed that Yancy was capable of full rehabilitation and chances for Parole that Yancy was hoping to achieve. Called it Vacation."

He offered a small twitch of a fond smile

"However. Yancy has been unable to sleep. Myself and Dr Rothgott have discussed this and recently prescribed him medication to take to assist this, two days prior to the event occurring. While I agree 73 is ..excessive by any means, I also believe that Mr. Iplier was not in control of his actions at the time. Mr Iplier suffers from a great deal of what could potentially be Post Traumatic Stress. This in turn could be triggered by the sight of his attacker, bringing back the memories of his father of which he currently serves sentence for."

Parker sounded like he could have been a lawyer if he wanted to. How many court cases in his time as a doctor? "

“This being said, I would like to repeat that Yancy is new in my care and currently under going treatment. His sessions were recently pushed to daily one hour sessions.”

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 9:26 PM

The prosecutor put a hand on his desk and leaned back against it for a moment as if to think... He paused... “...One final question. Do you think, in your professional opinion, that this Post Traumatic Stress response, violent as it may be.... let me rephrase..” .... “Do you think he would do something like this again?”

Dr.ParkerYesterday at 9:27 PM

Parker leaned back a little confidently. "

“No. With the proper treatment he is now getting and the medication he is now receiving, I believe given the time for those medications to take effect and with a detective now on the case of what has been going on at the prison, the chances of Yancy having another episode are incredibly slim."

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 9:33 PM

The prosecutor looked down, nodding slightly. Unfortunately he was running out of time. “No further questions.”

WallabyYesterday at 9:35 PM

Wallaby hopped up "Defense would like to call Warden Murder'Slawghter to the stand" He waggled his stache with a smirk. Gonna get em so good oh yeah! @The Sandwich was in for it! Look at this handsome fella- wait....... Abe?.. wait... no.. hang on.... OH! how about that! Abe had a brother! Wait what was Abe’s last name again? didnt matter!

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 9:37 PM

the prosecution looked a little confused. Didn’t he have any questions?... oh well he’s made his choice... time was slowly ticking away.

The WardenYesterday at 9:40 PM

Mr. Murder-Slaughter stood when his name was called, looking down at himself to ensure his attire was in order before making his way to the stand. He wasn't the religious type, but he swore on the bible anyways. He wasn't about to swear on a pudding cup. He licks his lips and makes sure his mouth wasn't too dry before he spoke. His expression was stern.

WallabyYesterday at 9:44 PM

Wallaby wanders over to the warden and smiles "You look a lawt like a friend o mine! ah anyway! Warden you over see everythin at the prison correct?"

The WardenYesterday at 9:46 PM

The warden nods slowly, hands folded neatly in his lap. He tried to ignore how his palms were starting to become sweaty. "I do."

WallabyYesterday at 9:46 PM

He nods and continues "And would you say you were close with your inmates, or rather Yancy?" he keeps his questions short n sweet

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 9:47 PM

Prosecution scribbles something down.

The WardenYesterday at 9:47 PM

Another nod. "Yes." His voice is steady and calm as if he had done this before.

WallabyYesterday at 9:48 PM

He continues "Alright, if you know Yancy so well, is this something that happens awften with him? Would you say he was a dangerous inmate?"

The WardenYesterday at 9:50 PM

The warden suddenly sits up straighter. "Yancy is rarely ever, if not never, a violent individual. From what I've seen before the incident has been a rather tender and kind person; I do not think he is a dangerous inmate."

WallabyYesterday at 9:51 PM

Wallaby nods. "You walked in on the scene right? Can ya describe to us what you saw, specifically Yancy?"

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 9:53 PM

Pen was at the ready, so far so good from the prosecutor view

The WardenYesterday at 9:55 PM

Mr. Murder-Slaughter is silent for a moment as he ponders over the question. "I...." He clears his throat and shifts where he sat. "When I arrived on the seen I saw Yancy, accompanied by Michael Gregory, Andrew Gregory, Jason Campell, Henry Valmer, and Tamara Rose, over the body of Frank Wallace. Yancy looked... Scared, to say the least, like he was shell-shocked. He didn't seem aware of his surroundings at the time." He looks at Wallaby the entire time he spoke.

WallabyYesterday at 9:57 PM

Wallaby nodded along, his back to th warden and more facing the crowd. "But can you describe to us the scene itself. The gruesome details the wounds the murder! ahuh" he turned to face him now. "What about the murder weapon, who had it?"

The WardenYesterday at 10:02 PM

"There was a lot of blood, and glitter. At the time of the scene I was not aware of who the victim was, only that he was clearly dead. Yancy and the other inmates I named were covered in Frank's blood." He starts to narrow his eyes as he wracks through the memory for details. "I believe the murder weapon was on the ground next to the body."

WallabyYesterday at 10:03 PM

Wallaby wafts a hand and wanders away "No more questions your honor. Your witness" He smiles to Mr Ipliére and takes his seat. Yancy is glaring at the pink mustache on Wallabys face with a look that could kill. He was doing so good dammit!

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:06 PM

The prosecution took a few minutes, writing something down before repeating. Standing up and beginning the walk. “Mr. Murderslaughter. You boast a safe place for rehabilitation over punishment. But surely your establishment has punishments In place.”

The WardenYesterday at 10:06 PM

"We do." He curtly nods in confirmation, watching the other closely.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:07 PM

The man stopped in his tracks and adjusted his glasses. “For the court, would you please go into detail?” He had to make this case solid.

The WardenYesterday at 10:11 PM

Mr. Murder-Slaughter huffs a bit. "Depending on the degree of the misbehavior, inmates may be confined to their cell; made to work janitorial duties while monitored by a guard; sent to solitary; or loose certain privileges such as un-timed showers, extra dessert, and ability to participate in monitored group activities."

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:14 PM

Mr D. Ipliére remained like a brick wall in terms of comfort to be around. He paced a little with long slow strides. “Really? It almost sounds like you’re running a summer camp rather than a maximum security prison.… how can you expect to rehabilitate those with a 25-to-life sentence?”

The WardenYesterday at 10:19 PM

"It is rare I'm required to use any other form of punishment. Most inmates, including Yancy, show upstanding behavior and a sound ability to adhere and obey prison rules." The warden speaks up almost immediately.(edited)

WallabyYesterday at 10:20 PM

Wallaby takes out the banana....

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:23 PM

The prosecutor brought his hand up a little, coiling it into a loose fist. “And yet within the days leading up to this, there was another violent incident wasn’t there? And somehow it was only just out of view of the cameras. A lot of stuff seems to get missed....” his pacing sped a little. “Just how well do you know your inmates, Warden?”

WallabyYesterday at 10:25 PM

Wallaby slowly starts squeezing the banana

The WardenYesterday at 10:29 PM

Mr. Murder-Slaughter's eyes flickered over to the loose fist the prosecutor held up. "The violent behavior comes from the three inmates. I believe-" He pauses, staring past Mr. Ipliére and at Mr. Wallaby. He watches him squeeze the banana, his brows furrowing. "Er- I know some inmates more than others."(edited)

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:32 PM

The prosecutor steps towards him... deep in thought but yes never moving from him. “... one final question for you warden. Would it be safe to assume that a prison with divided gangs, literal tunnels between cells, and that such violations that make Alcatraz look like a country fair... such a prison can hardly call itself maximum security, wouldn’t you agree?

WallabyYesterday at 10:33 PM

Wallaby squeezed the banana so it spluttered everywhere "Awbjection! Leading the witness!" ((Edit: It’s against prison rules to squeeze the bananas. An intimidation tactic by Wallaby))

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:34 PM

”Withdrawn your honour... no further questions.”

WallabyYesterday at 10:36 PM

Wallaby grins. Got em! "No further questions."

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:38 PM

”The prosecution would like to call prisoner 112113 to the stand.”

BambamYesterday at 10:39 PM

Bambam's chest sank. Shit... shitshitshit ok.. They slowly stood, letting Rex shift them over to the stand. They'd swear on the bible. Carefully leaning back, glasses nudged back up their nose and fixed the Prosecutor with as big a fuck you stare as they could manage.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:41 PM

The prosecutor was as phased as a stone. “You’ll have to forgive me, they seemed to have submitted your papers wrong I can’t seem to figure out your pronouns. Would you state for the record what you would like to be called?”

BambamYesterday at 10:43 PM

Bambam raised an eyebrow "They them.... Though I guess he/him is fine for like.. legal shit, just prefer they them... Agender." they didnt care about announcing it. Proud and comfortable in what they were. Their eyes flashed over to Yancy, then back again.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:45 PM

The Prosecution offered them the first genuine smile. “Mx Bambam. Would you state your relation to the Accused?”

BambamYesterday at 10:46 PM

Bambam set their hands in their lap. "He's my best friend. Known him for 4 years now. "

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:48 PM

”And in the four years you’ve known him, has he ever behaved like this before?”

BambamYesterday at 10:49 PM

Bambam frowned. He'd sworn to truth. "No.... I er.... Didn't know that was..even in him. Wasn't like him at all"

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 10:51 PM

The prosecution furrowed his brow slightly. “And you were there for the incidents both inciting and the crime were trying the Accused for?”

BambamYesterday at 10:52 PM

"I was attacked by one of the assholes responsible for all this mess, and was there for them trying to kill my friend Hank, of which Yancy prevented yes." Bambam fed a little more information out. Get that shit into court early. They sneered a little, desperate to do everything they could to help Yancy.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:00 PM

Mr. D.Ipliére faced them head on. "And how did he prevent this attempted murder on.. Hank." Making sure he got the names right.

BambamYesterday at 11:05 PM

Bambam fidgeted a bit, growing annoyed. This was bring back bad memories. Court. Cuffs. Questions. Judge bagel. They wrung their hands together. Picking at the edges of their nails. "He protected us.... Yes it was excessive. But he kinda..snapped ya know? Wasnt himself. Me n Tiny had to pull him off but hes a strong guy. Took us a bit. Second he came to he completely shut down inside, didnt say a word just starin.... I’ve never seen him like that. But I dont blame him.... If he didnt do it ... those three bastards would just keep hurting us. Two of em are still at fucking large. And instead of trying to follow the trail of glitter we left on em, we're stuckin in court over stupid shit that wasn't Yancys fault! Meanwhile those two remaining dick heads are plotting a new way to get us all killed." they growled a little and settled back down. "Sorry just... Yancy got hurt because Warden told him not to hurt anyone. If we stuck by that we'd all be dead. What Yancy did was self defense and protecting us..."

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:11 PM

The Prosecution stood and watched him spill. "It's alright, I understand that you all care for each other." His eyes were fixed on the witness. For a few moments he didn't look like he would say anything and would force them to be in silence for hours. "I know this is difficult, so.. in your own time. What do you think would be the reason as to why these three individuals are so easily able to slip out of the grasp of the guards seemingly unnoticed? What sparked the firecracker" He asked, tucking a hand in his pocket.

BambamYesterday at 11:12 PM

Bambam fidgeted their hands again, and yet unlike Yancy didn't make a sound with the chains. "Wish I knew. I've suspicions of my own on why they're attacking us, mainly him. ... but they’re speculations."

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:14 PM

Mr. D.Ipliére nodded and turned on his heel, moving to the box and taking something out. He got closer to the stand. "Can you tell me what this is?" He said, holding up a photograph of a shiv. But there was a bunch more sheets of paper in his hand here."

BambamYesterday at 11:18 PM

Bambam leaned in to see the more minute details. "...27. Gave that one for Tiny to borrow. Defensive. It's a shiv. One of mine. I make them, I've a stash, Warden knows of this as I confessed and they have been arranging a cell search to confiscate em" Honesty. Yancy appreciated that. His face was in his hands again, his stomach churning, he felt sick.

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:20 PM

Mr. D.Ipliére smirked and tucked a couple pages back. "These are all you're work, correct?" He said, "Let the record show I am submitting evidence found at the crime scene."

BambamYesterday at 11:21 PM

Bambam nodded "All mine. If they've a little B notched in the bottom they're mine. Some are a bit less specific but I can identify them."

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:24 PM

He put most of them back... but held onto one.. He brought it back over. "This one in particular... did you make this one? Just confirming." ... He knew the answer. He gave them enough time to answer. .... "So how is it then... That Yancy came to acquire not one but two of your shivs and use them against this group of people twice? Did he say anything to you when he got them?"

BambamYesterday at 11:26 PM

Bambam gave the confirm. "Every single one of my friends has a shiv made by me. For defensive purposes. I fail to see how this is relevant. We had weapons. Yes. That's nothing new here."

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:30 PM

The Prosecutor was sharp tongued.... but he softened. "Lets take it elsewhere then. You were there when he was discharged from medical. Did he in any way indicate that he would retaliate against the group that put him in there in the first place?"

BambamYesterday at 11:32 PM

Bambam licked their bottom lip. Irritated. "no. He was more worried about our safety since while he was in medical both me and my sibling were sent to medical as well. One for a cell invasion that I tried to tackle and unmask the bastard doing it, and then my sibling for when they set Yancy's cell on fire. We have the next cell over and my sibling got smoke inhalation." they grumbled a bit. "The real culprit needed to be in this court are the bastards running around dressed like a burger and a swan."

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:33 PM

The Prosecutor nodded. "Thank you, Mx. Gregory. No further questions." He said, swooping back behind the desk."

WallabyYesterday at 11:39 PM

Wallaby waggled his stache, the fake one falling off revealing a pink one. Abe nearly jumped out of his seat. SON OF A BITCH! He stayed seated. Had to behave. Shit.. Oh ho ho! Got him this time! He'd wait outside and arrest em! "Mx Bambam can you pleaaaseee explain to the court. If you make shivs for all of the inmates. Was it one of yours that killed the victim?" ".... Yes." "Was it one of yours that did the damage to Mr Yancy prior to the murder?" "......... Yes" "Ahuh. So in a seeeenseee this is more your fault?" "wh- What!? No? I mean... Yancy asked to borrow one. He never used it when he was confronted. It got stolen by Frank. We still havent found it." "Yeah huh." Wallaby spun his hand gesturing to continue. "Er... plead the ..fifth..." Wallaby rolled his eyes. "Question dropped. Next question." Wallaby rounded on Bambam

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:41 PM

The prosecution suddenly looked... confused. Objection on the grounds of leading the witness, but at least he caught himself.

WallabyYesterday at 11:48 PM

"You mentioned that you and Mr Yancy were close friends? Besties! Do you have bracelets?" Bambam gave the biggest wtf face imaginable. "Would you say that in those 4 years Yancy has shown any strings of violent acts at all?" "Wh-....." Bambam's face dropped. Yes... yes there was. The friendly shivvings to rookie guards, the fist fights with newbies. Not to mention that fight with Y/N.....  "Yes..." "Ahuh. Can you list a few instances?" "....... Couple of fist fights with other inmates. Kinda... dominance thing ya know? He's got a reputation to uphold. Nothing more than a black eye or anythin' nothing big. Served solitary for it each time" "What about those shivs of yours? Any violent tendencies?" "....... " fuck. What could he do. Pleading the fifth wouldnt work cos it wasnt about them here. Couldnt lie. Likely wallaby had the answer already. "We er.... contrary to popular belief we like it at Happy Trails.... We er.. sometimes have to ensure that we don't land up in parole. We dont want to leave. So..... Sometimes.. we have to er... Prod a couple guards or fellow inmates to ensure that doesnt happen...bu-..." no buts "Though we make sure not to aim anywhere lethal, or permanently harmful." "So what youre saying is that Yancy has a history of stabbing fellow inmates?" "Wh-. I" Wallaby raised a brow "How does that help his case? I-.... Youre gonna get him killed!" "Answer the quessstion" Wallaby waggled his stache at Bambam who shifted abruptly "What? No! He doesn't go around killing people! HE's a sweetheart!">>Wallaby frowned "He has 3 prior murder charges" "We all do" Bambam sneered "Doesnt mean were gonna go ape shit for no fuckin reason!" "And yet he did" "He wasn't himself!" Bambam stood up and Yancy did everything he could to keep his own composure. Sparkles shifting to stand and try to tell Bambam to sit down but Jimmy caught them. "But theres chance he could do it again?" "No! He had a trauma reaction to someone who tried to kill him and wasn't himself! Disassociated afterwards and just f-" he paused and looked to the prosecutor, then the bagel judge "This is fucking bullshit!!"/e

Mr. D.IpliéreYesterday at 11:57 PM

The judge seemed to warn the witness to watch his temper and language with another tap from the gavel, however it might've just fallen off of it.. It was for not though. Bambam's sudden outburst would get them held in contempt. The prosecutor didn't seem to mind the case practically making itself. Like he said. Open and shut. He began putting some papers into an organized pile to put back in the evidence box.

BambamYesterday at 11:58 PM

Bambam kicked up a fuss as they were dragged out by Rex, tossed out of the room and given to some other guards to take care of. Sparkles could be heard jingling as they started shaking. This was bad. "No more questions~" Wallaby smirked and wandered back to his desk, leaning back and opened his snickers. omnomnom~

December 1, 2019

Mr. D.IpliéreToday at 12:08 AM

The prosecution Put the rest of the file back into his briefcase and waited for the judge's word... Again longer than necessary. Closing remarks.

"Your honour what should have been a cut and dry case was dragged through the mud and hung out to dry. But we all know who's responsible for these horrendous actions. And we have to keep in mind the safety of not only the Accused, but the people he spends his time with and around. Therefore, I surmise that if the appropriate punishment as dictated by this our court was followed then the real problem - no - the real threat... would remain in place." He adjusted the rims of his glasses. "You've heard it here today that the prisoners don't wish to leave Happy Trails. That suggests not only that rehabilitation is not working, but that it is fostering this kind of environment where behaviour like this thrives. Gangs growing, crime rising. Fifteen years the prison goes without a fight. And now, suddenly, it's all growing. And it's all... Surrounding... The Warden." He paused. "But we're not here discussing the misdeeds of a prison warden, if we were we would be here for a very long time your honour." He chuckled. "But what the accused isn't the chair, isn't one death on our hands enough? Isn't this suffering enough? Daily one hour sessions aren't enough for a prisoner with PTSD. Real security measures must be put in place to protect everyone. These crimes cannot go unanswered. I hope you'll make the right decision, your honour. Think about what's best for the state, for the prison.... for the world."*

WallabyToday at 12:20 AM

Wallaby stood. "What we clearly have is a ruthless psychopathic murderer on our hands! One that can't be controlled! If not the chair then clearly the padded cells are what waits them!" Wallaby huffed. "While they are most certainly a sweetheart, inside lies a beast waiting to jump owut! I hope you make the right decision your honor!"

Mr. D.IpliéreToday at 12:20 AM

There is a feeling in the air... like an old tube tv being left on all night.. there seems to be a red static effect around him for a few moments.

The bagel contemplated this for quite some time.........The room was silent... tense as it awaited a verdict.

In the case of  Mr. Y. "Yancy" Iplier for the murder of Mr. Frank "Tooth Wallace in this the year of our lord 20biteen... We the carbed find the defendant...

The door to the back of the courtroom swings open and loudly shuts behind as a woman in white storms in . She walks all the way from one end of the room to the other, storming like a man on a mission. "Your honour, this court room is in serious violation and has grounds to be dismissed as Mistrial."(edited)The prosecution looked mortified. "On what grounds?" "FOR ONE THING THE DEFENSE IS EATING THE JUDGE" "You're being ridiculous." "No! This whole thing makes no sense at all! Why does he have a giant letter A? Why does he have a GUN?" This woman was not pleased.*

WallabyToday at 12:34 AM

Wallaby goes wide eyed, quickly putting the half eaten judge down "wh- n-noooooo! It's a perfectly respectable cowurt room!" Wilford started to protest, gun wafting in the air

Mr. D.IpliéreToday at 12:36 AM

The womans eyes lit up like fire behind her glasses. The Prosecution's demeanor cracked a little. She turned on her heel and just... walked behind the judge counter... Taking a piece of paper from in front of where the bagel used to be and reading it out loud. "Mr Y. Yancy. On the grounds of improper legal council proceedings and a seemingly under prepared lawyer defending you, I have no choice but to dismiss this case. You're free to go." She says firmly, taking the gavel and tapping it with a loud solid crack.

WallabyToday at 12:40 AM

Wilford fidgeted and wandered closer to Mr. Ipliére ..... "I-............." He fidgeted his hands together "Are we fired?"

Mr. D.IpliéreToday at 12:45 AM

Mr. Ipliére smirked. "Probably won't be allowed to run another court show, ol' boy." He said with a little smirk. "Now... you should go celebrate with your client.  Enjoy the rest of your night, Mr... Wallaby." He gave a slight smile... And watched the woman put the courtroom back in order. The trial would go through an evaluation and, most likely, completely be appealed. She marched over to them both. "YOU! What in HELL where you thinking?" She asked loudly. "Kathryn please-" "NO! Don't you Kathryn please me! you were COMPLETELY unprofessional and nearly cost this man his life." There was a loud popping sound and the red around the man got a little brighter. He tried to walk away from her and his silhouette seemed.. delayed behind him. "Hey Get back here!" She shouted. He was leading the hurricane away from Wil and Yancy. No more shouting for one day...

WilfordToday at 12:47 AM

Wilford jumped back a bit "ah... probably nawt... ah but a good defense case from you! Sawry if my prosecution was a bit har-!!!" He jumped back and looked to Mr Ipliére. choosing to run with him instead. Heh this would be fun! More fn than a boring court room! "You still want that smoothie?" He chuckled as he ran with Dark away from the hurricane that was Kathryn.

DarkiplierToday at 12:51 AM

Dark shook his head. “....sure fine. Your treat though. I did so much research for thi-“ “GET BACK HERE” Power walking faster thank you fuck

WilfordToday at 12:52 AM

Wilford laughs, taking Dark's ring hand and suddenly they were gone with a little waggle of a pink mustache... left his pants behind. Yancy stared in...absolute disbelief. He was certain he was going to get the chair. Ba-bambam... they'd done so much to protect him. And the doctor too! And-..... Mr Dark... He glanced down to his right hand, thumb running over the letters. ....... Thank you.... both o you.... He kept his head down, just waiting. His body was still shaking, his back hurt it was so tense, his ribs hurt from hunching forward, his eyes were burning as tears fell down his face. Slowly his eyes passed tot he Warden........ Slowly but surely the officials obeyed the ruling of the angry woman and eaten bagel.... They filed out. Rex came to grab Yancy and the other inmates, dragging them all back to Solitary. Yancy, to the wardens office to discuss further with him. Court was no longer in session....

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[saeyoungsspaceprincess]

Horror Movie (Zen x Reader)

Okay, that was just a short idea I wrote to a friend of mine, but I wanted to write it down! Hope you enjoy~!

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Zen was still at work, and after cleaning the whole house and checking up on the RFA, you eventually got really bored.

You decided to put on some movies, but everything seemed boring to you.

In the end, you chose a horror movie, got yourself some snacks and grabbed a drink.

...

As the movie got scarier and scarier, you felt yourself get more and more paranoid. You seemed to hear noises where nothing at all could possibly make a noise there.

The next jumpscare has you falling off the couch and that made you decide - you don't want to watch this movie anymore, at least not alone.

You want to reach for the remote when suddenly, you hear a noise coming from the door.

You freeze.

Another noise.

This time it's an actual noise, not just your imagination. Someone is breaking into your house.

You take a deep breath and reach around to find something, anything, just to defend yourself.

You can hear footsteps.

The first thing nearby is a deo, you take it and hold it firmly so you can just jump up and spray immediately.

The footsteps are, by now in the living room, the room you are in and you freeze again, what if you don't make it?

You feel the presence of this person now right behind you.

Strong arms wrap around your small form, still frozen in fear. Until you feel a kiss being planted on your cheek and hear a small "I'm home, cutie!"

You immediately relax and turn your head, placing some pecks onto your boyfriends lips and giggling slightly.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack Zenny, I thought you were an intruder!" you giggle again.

"You're watching horror movies alone again? No wonder you were so scared, cutie. But don't worry, no intruder will get past me, I will always protect you!" Zen exclaims while walking around the couch and taking a seat nearby you.

"Do you want to finish watching the movie?" the albino asks.

You nod and your boyfriend sits down near you, holding his arms open so you can crawl on his lap.

Once the two of you are settled, he starts stroking your hair and humming lightly, calming you down. You didn't even realize you were this tense.

The comfort of being close to him, the way his hands stroke your hair and his beautiful humming quickly lulls you into a comfortable sleep, the movie long forgotten.

Smiling, Zen looked at you, fast asleep on his lap. With ease he lifts you up and carries you into the bedroom, tucking you into bed and climbing in near you.

He pulls you closer and falls asleep as well, dreaming of how many happy memories the two of you will be making.

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It's nearly 1am and I'm finished! I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading everything 'till now!

And if you find any typos you're welcome to tell me, I don't mind that at all~!

[miraculousmumma]

Love square alphabet ask! I am debating between Out of the Ordinary, Random, and Vulnerable, and I legit don't know which square side I want, so surprise me? :D?

Oh these are good ones!  I’ll try do what I did with the previous ask and cover all four sides in an established relationship post reveal scenario!  Hope you like it!

O = Out of the Ordinary(What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

I mentioned it before but during and post an akuma attack Ladybug is still all business.  She just can’t shake the responsibility and feeling she needs to get away before her transformation wears off.  She still prefers to do this without Chat Noir present.  Old habits die hard.

Chat Noir feels so at home in his own skin (tight suit) that there is nothing he wouldn’t do in front of or for his lady.  Except for one thing.  Getting ‘caught short’ in his suit once was quite enough to let him know that fumbling with a zipper that was actually a large bell after one too many energy drinks on a late night photoshoot wasn’t subtle.  He had never been so relieved (haha) that no one was there to hear him cursing as the tinkling bell chimed his frustration and desperation.

Marinette won’t let Adrien cook, and she won’t tell him why.  She adores him; he’s handsome, and sweet, smart, just plain amazing...but this boy could burn water.  He brought her breakfast in bed one morning and Marinette smiled and ate what was possibly the worst meal she had ever tasted in her entire life.  From that point on she promised herself that she would firstly, never let him cook again, even if it meant dragging herself from her bed every day before him to ensure he wasn’t able to let loose in the kitchen.  And, secondly, that she would never tell him just how awful he really was at it.

Adrien will never let Marinette pay a bill.  It doesn’t matter if she tries to pay when excusing herself to go to the bathroom, or if she insists in advance that she will at least pay her share, Adrien always somehow beats her to it.  She’s pretty certain he calls in advance and hands over his card details, as he never leaves the table to do so, lavishing all his attention on her from the moment they arrive to the moment they leave.  

There was also another thing Adrien had never done for Marinette.  Thanks to the internet, mostly memes and ‘best boyfriend ever’ posts, he wanted to buy her sanitary products.  He wasn’t embarrassed to do so, he wanted to be her knight in shining armor...what he wasn’t expecting was the absolutely extensive range of products he was confronted with.  He tried calling Alya, wondering if Marinette had a preferred brand, style, shape, type, flow rate...that’s a thing?! In the end, he got help from the store clerk, bought one of everything to have delivered that afternoon, and a couple of extra things to boot.  Marinette didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when the delivery arrived.  Box after box of sanitary products finished off with a large box of chocolates, a bottle of pain medication, and a bouquet of flowers.

R = Random(How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

Adrien is very spontaneous, both in and out of costume.  He will turn up on Marinette’s balcony with a picnic basket, surprise her with tickets to the latest Jagged Stone concert or to fashion week but always last minute.  Sometimes he will simply pick her up without letting her know where they were going, once even ending up in Italy for pizza because nothing is too good for his princess.  His opportunity to be spontaneous when she is Ladybug, however, is a little more difficult.  At least once a month though he will try and set them up a sunset picnic at the top of the Eiffel Tower for after patrol.

Ladybug is all business, even after the reveal, even after they get together.  The suits are for emergency use and patrols only, not for galavanting about like two lovebirds...which is why Adrien was absolutely amazed when she tapped on his bedroom window one night and invited him out for a yo-yo around town.  He was even more surprised when she dropped down in the middle of a shoot, insisting he needed to be taken to safety.  There was no akuma attack, Ladybug just hadn’t seen her busy boyfriend in a couple of days and was having withdrawal.

As for Marinette though?  She doesn’t go for grand spontaneous gestures, hers are more subtle but mean the world to Adrien just the same.  Sometimes he would find a note from her in his bag, telling him to ‘slay’ with a doodle of a ladybug and a selection of kisses.  She made him cakes, crocheted little amigurumi keyrings (he has quite a selection hanging off his bag now, to the point he began a new trend), and her texts?  The girl may be shy and still stumble over her words, but in a text she’s very articulate and sometimes downright suggestive.  Several times Adrien has found himself hot under the collar on a shoot due to the nature of their contents but, the most spontaneous she ever was, was when she sent him a very cleverly posed photograph of herself, laying on her bed and biting her lip with one shoulder strap of her vest hanging down.  Adrien feigned illness and left the shoot in minutes.

V = Vulnerable(How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

These two trust one another 100%.  They trust one another more than they trust themselves.  This lets them be completely open with the other, able to express anything and knowing they will still have their backs.

Adrien finds it harder, coming from such a strict and unloving home (just gonna say, I fricking hate you, Gabri-douche), and the first time he breaks down he apologises repeatedly while trying to make himself stop.  It was Mother’s Day and all it did was remind him that his was gone and he had no idea how or why.  When the tears wouldn’t stop he took himself off as Chat Noir, hiding away on top of Notre Dame, but Ladybug knew just where to find him.  She sat behind him with her legs either side of his hips, curved her arms around his waist and rested her cheek against his back.  In just minutes Adrien was able to calm down enough to tell her everything; how he felt, which days were worse, and she listened intently, never once telling him to pull himself together.  In fact, the most she spoke was when she told him he had no need to keep apologising.  She would listen to him for a thousand years and a thousand more if that was what he needed.

Marinette wants to be perfect.  Adrien is perfect, he deserves the perfect girlfriend, which means for a long time Marinette won’t let her guard down.  She has complete and total faith in him, but not in herself.  She might embarrass him, she might do something the press doesn’t like, what if Gabriel hates her?  The list went on.  It took some time but eventually, she relaxed. She knew she wasn’t perfect and Adrien made sure she knew that didn’t matter to him.  He loved her for who she was.

Ladybug doesn’t like showing her vulnerable side. She’s the hero of Paris and as such, she prefers to be cool, calm and collected at all time.  It doesn’t mean she is, but she tries.  And in those times where she can’t remain in control, she knows her partner will be there for her; with a witty pun, a kind word, or a flirtatious wink that helps her see the bigger picture.

Sorry if there are any typos!  It’s 1am and I’m tired out so I’m heading to bed!  Thanks for asking!

SFW A-Z ASKS!

[elliotwarren]

Completing NaNo

I’m still kind of overwhelmed at what I just did and I know I still have OODLES of work to do before it’s really finished but last night, about 1am, I finished NaNoWriMo. 50,000 in 2 weeks. A couple of people asked me how, so I wanted to share. 

Stop editing. Just stop. Fix typos if you really want to, get your formatting how you want it (because personally I can’t write unless it’s formatted exactly how I always do it), but stop editing. It doesn’t matter if you start seven sentences in a row with ‘She did this’. You just wrote seven sentences. 

Don’t force a scene you’re not feeling. If it’s not working, stop. Write a couple of sentences to summarize the rest of what is supposed to happen, and jump to the next scene. You can come back to it later - it’s not going anywhere.

Word sprints. Do them. If you’re comfy, or competitive, it’s a great way to do it - turn off your phone, the television, put on music if you write with music, shut off all messaging apps, set a timer, and go. Write in 15 minute segments, take 5 minutes off, and do another 15. 

Set your goals in chunks. Instead of thinking ‘I need to write 1700 words today’, do ‘I need to write 200 words in an hour’. It helps. 

Stretch your fingers. 

If you have the spoons, go until you don’t. There were a few days where I didn’t write at all because I woke up with a headache, miserable, and exhausted. 

That said, please do not neglect your job, your mental and emotional health, or your school work. 

This is where I stress that I am an unemployed freelance writer. I have been pet sitting for the last week, which involves sitting on a couch and eating junk food and periodically telling the dogs to stop barking at the stray cat outside. Outside of stressing about being unemployed, I am doing nothing. I am recently back on medication, which has given me a mental boost. I have nothing but unlimited free time to write. So please don’t take my accomplishment to make yourself feel bad about what you have or haven’t done.

There is always next year. I’ve competed in Nano for several years now, and I’ve never finished until now. 

While I reached 50k, the novel isn’t ‘done’, and probably won’t be for a long time. I have a lot of scenes I skipped altogether, and right now one of the characters looks like of like an obsessive stalker because I was too excited and skipped half of the building relationship. The book isn’t even done yet, I just hit 50k in the middle of an emotional train wreck of a scene. Probably the last three thousand words is someone just crying. Stream of conscious writing is a dangerous thing.

You can do this! And if not today, if not this month, next year!! Hell, even if you never finish, who cares? Most of what I’ve written isn’t great. My project isn’t the worst thing I’ve ever written, but it’s definitely not the best. But I don’t care, because for the first time in my life I started a book and I’ve finished. Good luck, take care of yourself, and keep going! 

[snibnoom]

JULY 25, 2018. KST 2:30PM VERSION.

Disclaimer: I’m really sorry for any typos in this. It’s almost 1AM here when I’m finishing this. If there’s a typo and/or something doesn’t make sense, please send me an ask and I’ll do my best to answer it quickly and/or fix the post!

Fantagio: overall company. Think the big Fantagio Corp., not specifically Fantagio Music or Madin Entertainment (which manages the actors/actresses) or any of their other subsidiaries

Fantagio Music: the subsidiary that deals specifically with their music groups and trainees. Hello Venus, ASTRO, Weki Meki, Ong Seongwu, etc.

Na Byungjun: founder and former CEO of Fantagio

Woo Youngseung: former CEO of Fantagio Music

JC Group: Chinese finance company that bought out Fantagio and now owns the company

Wei Jie: JC Group’s CEO and, by default, Fantagio’s CEO

Park Haesun: the (supposed) new/current CEO of Fantagio Music, also the apparent CEO of Box Media (home to Matilda)

In all places where there is Fantagio followed by * (ex: Fantagio*), it means JC Group, as they have full ownership of Fantagio now. I just want to put that out there so people don’t get confused with at which state of Fantagio these things were occurring.

JC Group bought up 50.7% of the Fantagio stocks (public stocks, meaning literally anybody can buy them) and promptly booted Na Byunjun (founder of Fantagio) out of his spot as CEO. Since then, Fantagio* has reduced how much they own of the stocks to about 30% but they have stated they have no plans to sell the management rights.

TL;DR: 

Dating rumors have arisen around Kang Hanna (with Darren Wang, a Taiwanese actor). Kang Hanna is currently working with a freelance manager in filming “Familiar Wife” while trying to resolve issues with Fantagio* in court. However, Fantagio* is saying Kang Hanna hasn’t worked with them in 4 months and is violating her contract.

KEMA is also fed up with Fantagio*’s lack of proper explanations for their illegal actions following the dismissal of Na Byungjun. Fantagio* also has not yet given KEMA the proper information in the case of the 4 actors who filed contract disputes in mid-May.

KEMA is suggesting that, unless Fantagio* cooperates and provides the proper documents and detailed explanations, they will react strongly.

This got ridiculously long so I put it under a cut. If you have no idea what’s going on, I really recommend reading through this tag first. It explains everything from start up to right before the current developments (which are in this post)

Rough translation of this, concerning issues specifically with Kang Hanna

Kang Hanna has time remaining in her contract, as it does not expire until the first half of 2020. However, she is currently working independently on a new drama while fighting a legal battle with Fantagio* over her contract (a battle which started in mid-May).

There are, reportedly, rumors of Kang Hanna dating a Taiwanese actor, Darren Wang (also known as Wang Da Lu, Korean: 왕대륙). She was spotted with Darren Wang in Taiwan on April 11 (after previously being spotted with him in Japan). She denied the dating rumors through a report from Fantagio*, and then was seen touring the Vatican with him on April 18. Reportedly, she has not been contacted by Fantagio* since then.

She is currently working with a freelance manager to film “Familiar Wife.”

“According to officials, the contract has yet to be finalized due to problems with [Fantagio*].”

NOTE: I don’t know what this contract is, if it’s for the drama or if it means Kang Hanna’s contract with Fantagio*. The article wasn’t really clear and my Korean isn’t the best, but this is the gist of it.

Fantagio has also released a statement about this. You can find that translated here by Soompi. They say she hasn’t been working with them for 4 months. (I wonder why....)

Rough translation of this mess

KEMA has sent a notification to Fantagio* and directly to JC Group, regarding the confusion surrounding the actor contract disputes, suggesting a tough response.

NOTE: If you don’t remember, four actors from Fantagio (Kang Hanna, Im Hyunsung, Kang Haelim, and Choi Yoonra) applied to KEMA to have their contracts reviewed in mid-May before Fantagio* was removed from KEMA. If their contracts were reviewed and KEMA found issue with them, they would be declared null and the actors would be released immediately from the contracts with no further legal action necessary.

There are two main points in the notification KEMA sent to Fantagio.

First: 

Fantagio* removed Na Byungjun from his CEO position at the end of 2017. For the following (roughly) six months, Fantagio* continued to operate under Na Byungjun’s name. During those six months, the company was operating illegally. The CEO of JC Group, Wei Jie, who became the CEO when Na Byungjun was dismissed, did and does not have the proper requirements for registration within KEMA’s rules. This caused confusion in the business market.

At the time of this, Fantagio* (falsely) said: “As interpreted by legal experts, the changes in registration following the resignation of the director was delayed and therefore could not be regarded as illegal business.”

Fantagio* then paid a fine to KEMA for operating illegally, which is a clear expression of their recognition that they were operating illegally.

NOTE: So basically, Fantagio* lied. Fantagio* was running illegally, under CEO Na’s name and without a CEO who had the proper registrations. And they publicly lied and said, basically, “oh, no, we’re running legally, it’s okay.” I complained about this when this came out. (Link contains a full translation of Fantagio*’s statement about not running illegally.)

And just to note something. Fantagio* likes to lie. They say Na Byungjun resigned. He did not do so by choice. They forcibly removed him from his position, WITHOUT ANYBODY’S PRIOR KNOWLEDGE, and caused an uproar within the company from staff (who they then proceeded to fire, I believe). When staff asked that Fantagio* reinstate Na Byungjun, Fantagio* gave him a position on the board and in management. Na Byungjun quit to protect the jobs of the employees who had worked under him for so many years, who were threatening to go on strike and would end up losing their jobs.

Fantagio* said something similar when Fantagio Music CEO Woo Youngseung “resigned.” He wasn’t going to resign until Fantagio* said they were going to remove him from his position. But yet Fantagio* was telling news agencies that Woo Youngseung hadn’t actually left (despite having actually left the previous day).

Second:

Fantagio* has avoided submitting the data required to fulfill the arbitration applications of four actors (Kang Hanna, Im Hyunsung, Kang Haelim, Choi Yoonra) who have filed for dispute over the termination of their contract. When this problem first arose, Fantagio* said “We will continue to consult with the relevant authorities to resolve the problem and will faithfully pursue mediation with the actors through KEMA.” 

KEMA demands an accurate response to the contract disputes that were filed during the time in which Fantagio* was operating illegally. KEMA suggests that they will react strongly if there is no detailed explanation of the issue.

[fuck-customers]

I may be in the wrong here but just holy shittlesticks batman

I may just be a bitch in this case but there's this guy at my job that it just seems like his life's purpose is to be an annoying invasive little shit???

He's always trying hardcore to make smalltalk with anyone beside him, even if you bluntly say you don't want to talk or you want to be left alone. And it's not even normal smalltalk like "what do you like to do?"/"Got any pets"/whatever. He will get personal as fuck with the questions and just creepily keep asking. I guess it's all from the tone he uses, like he's trying to imply *more* with his questions. 

"What do you plan on doing after work?"

A: sleeping

"Only that? no other plans?"

A: no. I like sleep.

"well we should have out some time maybe?" A

: Or not, that also works.

"Oh come on it'd be fun! We could go bowling or something!"

A: No.

(He kept on asking, she kept on denying, it was painful to hear)

sfkdhjfbmn I just... and he will spout off random ass stories that have nothing to do with any conversation anyone is having? Like tonight i'm taking with this new girl kinda telling her about how to stretch the dough easier with less chance of ripping it, and he just walks in between us and starts stretching himself, and spouts off "When I was younger I wanted to be a teacher when I grew up, you know?" and I just... 1. rude, 2. All of negative people asked you??? 3. get right the fuck out of my personal space I need a foot and a half distance between us at a minimum, several miles preferably, fuckboy.

And later on he came over to criticize my flouring and pressing the dough, and tries TAKING IT FROM MY FUCKING HANDS TO DO IT HIMSELF. and then when I snap back and tell him to back off this FUCKER has the audacity to ask what's my problem.

I just...

Some people are put on this Earth for the sole purpose to annoy and piss others off.

May be purely petty and I may be overreacting but he's just getting on my nerves something fierce lately.

RIP me for any typos/something not making sense but it is 1am and I just came off a 7 hour shift from hell with this kid.

[miss-fox116]

How does Cruz interact with the other RS residents?

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! Life has me busy!

Lizzie: Cruz hangs out with Lizzy when she needs some sage advice. Lizzy wouldn’t even recognize her or forget what she’s trying to say at times, but Cruz always goes to Lizzy when she needs a sweet story of Stanley to keep her going. When Lightning is too tired or if everyone else is too busy to help, Lizzy is her go to person for a great story. Cruz also helps Lizzy around the shop, even if Lizzy constantly asks what she’s doing there. 

Red: Red is usually the first car that Cruz sees in the morning. He is usually up before everyone, watering the flowers near Stanley’s statue. Although he doesn’t talk much, that doesn’t stop Cruz from striking up a conversation with him. She’s usually the one talking. She would tell him stories about her Hispanic culture and what life was like for her back at home. She would also share her knowledge of certain flowers with him, (seeing that he always waters the flowers), and if she needs someone to just listen to her vent or rant about something, she goes to Red because she knows that he doesn’t say much. Sometimes it’s hard to get Red to stay near her for too long since her energetic personality sometimes gives him a scare. 

Sarge: Cruz connects with Sarge through training mostly. When Lightning needs someone to whip Cruz into shape, Sarge is the person for the job. He would make her do some tough training styles such as: Off road endurance training, creating obstacle courses for her to maneuver around, and having her pull or push some very heavy objects to strengthen her horse power. It didn’t matter what time (he would get her up at 2am or have her do some training at 8pm), it didn’t matter how the weather was (rain or shine, snow or hail, rain or sleet, she was out there with Sarge), it didn’t matter how much Lightning begged him to take it easy on her after the fact. Sarge cared about making Cruz a better racer, and he didn’t care how much she cried, as long as she pushed through the pain and came out on top. Also, she would get very nervous around him, but overall, he also gave some great words of wisdom and very, very harsh criticism at times. 

Fillmore: Fillmore and Cruz are definitely automotive yoga buddies! She even helped him name his tires! Bonus: (They are probably named Selwin, Essence, Indigo, and Sarge Jr. just for fun). He often uses Cruz as a guinea pig for his organic treatments. She also shares some of her old training methods with him. If she needs to relax, she goes straight to Fillmore, knowing that he has the perfect remedy to calm her nerves. They have weekly yoga sessions and often try to mix some fuels together to create some new organic substances. 

Sheriff: Cruz usually interacts with Sheriff when she’s speeding. She either whips past him, waking him up from his naps or he just tracks her speed with the speedometer when she’s running laps around Willie’s Butte. Sheriff knows where all the best doughnut shops are. He and Cruz often leave the town and explore the nearby cities for some great deals on tasty doughnuts. He sometimes tells her about all his time working in the police force. He also talks about Doc and how close they were and how they used to try and “out prank” each other when the time came. 

Luigi and Guido: These two are always with her on races. They pack and change her tires. They also teach her some Italian and are her biggest cheerleaders (aside from Mater). When they’re not on the road, they hang out at the tire shop and Guido usually performs some of his tricks for her. She and Guido have lots of dance jams together until Luigi yells at him to get back to work.

Ramone: Cruz is basically Ramone’s canvas. When he wants to try out new designs for her or to see how other paints work for other cars, he uses her. She is also the model/spokesperson for Ramon’s paint shop. She models all his designs and he just loves to decorate her every chance he gets. 

Flo: Cruz is one of Flo’s favorite customers. Cruz often helps Flo come up with the names for her new drinks. She also named a drink after Cruz. She usually tells Cruz of her days as a showgirl and even performs some songs that she used to sing 

Mater: Cruz basically became Mater’s second bestie after Lightning. They obviously go tractor tipping together and they usually play crazy pranks on the rest of the townies (especially on Halloween). They do insane stunts during the summer and they really have a blast. Cruz even made some sculptures from the junk in Mater’s place and he proudly puts every one on display. He is her biggest cheerleader at every race, making sure that he wears every piece of Dinoco merch that he can get his tires on. She and Mater hang out a lot and have many inside jokes. They usually have contests where they see who can be the most daring, or funny. 

Sally: She and Sally are very close. Apart from Lightning, Sally is like a mother to Cruz. She is always there to talk some sense into Cruz, and if she ever needed a lawyer, Sally was always by her side. They would take long drives together and even have brunch sometimes at Wheel Well. Whenever Cruz and Lightning got into a heated argument, Sally was always the one to step in between them and set them both straight. She’s the one who gave Cruz her own cone when she moved into Radiator Springs. Sally would also tell Cruz many funny stories about her and Lightning and Cruz would also go to her for relationship advice. She is just the tough mother figure who loves Cruz as much as Lightning, but would give it to her straight whenever she needed a dose of reality. 

Lightning is really obvious, I don’t feel like I need to do him or Frank

But that’s all! If there are typos or if I forgot someone, I’m doing this at almost 1am so it might not be perfect but hope you enjoy!