#it's be real stupid hours folks XD

[amazing-spiderling]

Who can forget this classic scene?

[aliasimagines]

It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?" 

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie." 

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually." 

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated. 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken." 

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers. 

You couldn’t  believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act. 

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him. 

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you. 

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously. 

"No, it's fine." 

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you? 

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?” 

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it. 

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you. 

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?" 

"You jealous or something, dude?" 

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts." 

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before. 

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach. 

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore! 

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping. 

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics) 

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee. 

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics. 

"Is that fucking y/n?!" 

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone. 

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store. 

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air. 

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?" 

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?" 

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up." 

"Your.. Your what, now?!" 

"My date" 

"You can't go on a date!" 

"And why is that, Lizewski?" 

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?" 

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?" 

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…" 

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?" 

"No,it's just-" 

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go." 

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist. 

"Please, don't." he mumbles. 

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face. 

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone." 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"What?" 

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining. 

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat. 

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?" 

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?" 

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending. 

Dave Lizewski taglist : @sethcohenluvr @your-hispanichufflepuff

[call-me-sammy]

About Walnuts... or something

Matt Murdock crackfic

Word count: 1444

This was great. Perfect. Awesome. Just what he needed right now.

With a sigh, Matt shed off his jacket, dropping it to the ground next to him. The crack of his neck echoed through the alleyway he’d been forced to back into, as he briefly warmed himself up for the upcoming fight.

Fucking kingpin and his stupid goons. They’ve always had a shit sense for timing. Fuck them and their habit of ruining his good mood.

He raised his fists. The scarf he was always carrying with himself since the last time he had to act quickly without his suit (he’d learned from his mistakes, mind you) was now dangling around his head, covering his eyes and nose. Time to beat up some bad guys.

Five minutes later, with a nosebleed and a few bruises that would surely be a dark shade of purple by the time he got home, he kicked the last goon hard in the side. Not because it was necessary (he was already very much unconscious), but because, frankly, the guy was a dick.

He looked down on himself. Or rather, he dropped his chin to his chest and concentrated on taking in all his surroundings.

Now, the stench of blood all around him became obvious. Fuck, he hated the smell of it. It wasn’t his own blood for once, thankfully, but it was still on his hands. And his face. And clothes. On his shirt. On his white, button up shirt.

Awesome, another one of his good shirts ruined. It just had to be one of the button ups he always wore to work, didn’t it? Those goons had no respect for fashion (or sense for it either, considering what they were wearing). Did they have any idea how expensive good clothes could be??

He let out a huff as he kicked him again, this time in the face (just for good measure), before turning away and making his way back towards his apartment, casually picking up his jacket on the way and slinging it over his shoulder.

He’d have to go buy some new shirts.

--

“Hey, sorry, excuse me, could you help me find some, uh... walnuts...?”

He spoke the last word hesitantly, suddenly not entirely sure if he remembered correctly. He’d heard someone, somewhere, mention them being a good, ecofriendly substitute for detergent. For some reason, he had remembered that conversation today of all days, shortly after his afternoon fight, and he’d thought hey, why not try if it actually works? Doing good for nature and all, you know.

Now, he wasn’t entirely sure about it anymore though. Walnuts. It had been walnuts, right?

“I just need help finding them because I, uh-“

He waved towards his eyes, trying to explain to the Aldi employee why he needed her help.

“Well. I’m blind.”

Yes, she knows Matthew. You’re wearing toned glasses and you have a white cane with you. It’s pretty obvious.

The employee just shrugged. “I kinda figured. So, walnuts, yeah?”

“Yes. Walnuts. I need them for, uh. For washing.” He added dumbly, regretting it immediately. Now she was gonna think him a weirdo, great job Matthew. Who even used walnuts for washing, anyways?

“....and to eat them. Of course. Cause walnuts, uh, they make smart... from what I’ve heard. Uhm...”

He trailed off, as soon as his brain, helpful as ever, informed him he was only making it worse. Yeah, he could really use some “smart” now. Damn it, Matthew, get your shit together.

The girl didn’t even bat an eye, she just shook her head slightly and gently took him by the elbow, guiding him down an aisle.

“This way.”

“Oh, and I also need some new shirts? I got bloo- ...blond. Uh. Blond hairdye, on my shirt, because I was... dying my hair—“

He could’ve slapped himself. You have dark hair, Matthew.

She just rolled her eyes (not that he would’ve known) and got him to the clothing aisle next. Customers.

Five minutes later he stood outside of the Aldi again, clutching a bag of walnuts and a maxi pack of plain, white shirts. He also bought a glass of stracciatella yoghurt, cause he was hungry, and impulse buying’s a thing. Sue him, it just smelled good.

Now he didn’t even really need to wash his old shirt anymore since he had new ones, but he was still gonna do it. He was curious now, if it was really gonna work.

Back at home he dumped all of the new shirts plus the old, stained one straight into his washing machine, then put a few of the walnuts in a sock and after a second of hesitation, just threw it in there too. He started the machine, turned away and then just forgot about it for the next couple hours.

---

“Damn, I’m gonna be late again, damn it damn— Foggy, hey!”

He almost crashed into his friend, while hurrying down the corridor as fast as he could while still trying to look like a normal blind guy.

“Christ, Matt, you gotta slow down or you’re gonna break your neck running into someone, man. Where were you? You’re almost late again, and— oh Jesus, what are you wearing?”

Even without seeing it, Matt could feel Foggy's horrified stare on him. Or, rather, on his shirt.

“What's wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“Fuck, Matt, is that blood?”

Foggy's voice was a harsh whisper. He pulled Matt into an empty room, pulling the door close behind them.

Matt sighed. With his luck, out of all the shirts he just had to pick the old one, didn’t he?

“No, it’s-“

“Matt. Stop bullshitting. Man, what did you think wearing an obviously bloodstained shirt to work? Are you insane?”

“Is it really that bad?”

“Yes, it is! Can’t you, like... smell it or some shit?”

Matt was growing increasingly annoyed. He crossed his arms over his chest. As if this was his fault. Stupid walnuts.

“No I can, normally, but I washed it. It just smells like soap now. No blood.”

“So what, you just threw a bloody shirt into the washing machine without doing anything else with it before?”

“Yeah, why, what should I have done with it? Isn't just washing enough?”

Foggy shook his head, incredulous.

“Geez, how are you so clueless about all of this? Wasn’t your dad a boxer? You need to wash the blood out first, with cold water, and then treat it with lemon juice or vinegar or something before actually washing it. It won't wash out completely if you don't, man. I feel like you should know that by now.”

“...wait, how do you know all of this?”

Foggy shrugged.

“Had to listen to one of Karen's rants about it.”

“And why would Karen know that much about washing out blood? I thought I was the one beating up people here.”

Foggy gave him a disappointed look, the words “you gotta be kidding me” basically radiating off of him.

“...she’s a girl, Matthew.”

“Yes, I know that, thank you, but why— ...oh. Right.”

“Jesus, Matt, I thought lawyers were supposed to be smart. But you’re just one hell of a dumbass, seriously..”

He shook his head and pulled Matt's jacket closer together over his chest to cover more of the stains.

“...c‘mon, let's just go to my place real quick. It’s closer, but we’ll still be late though. Well, better be late than have our new clients see you wearing that. Would give one hell of a first impression, that's for sure.”

Matt only hummed in response and was about to walk out again, when Foggy held him back.

“What did you wash it with, anyways? Smells a bit funny.”

Matt had noticed too, of course, but it just smelled a bit different from his usual detergent. There was nothing wrong with it. Not really.

“Oh, uh, with Walnuts.”

There was a short pause.

“....with walnuts? Why would you- what? ...Why?”

“I think I heard someone talk about it once? How it’s more ecofriendly and better for nature and all. Just thought I’d give it a try.”

He shrugged, and then grew more and more concerned and confused when Foggy didn’t respond. Then, after a good five second pause, he burst out laughing so hard that Matt actually flinched.

“Soapnuts, Matt, they’re called soapnuts! Not fucking walnuts, soapsnuts!”

Foggy was laughing so hard he was close to tears, wheezing breaths in and out.

Matt on the other hand was blushing hard in embarrassment. Oh god.

“Oh. I thought they said- I didn’t know-“

Foggy just hugged him briefly, a single tear running down his cheek.

“Fuck, Karen is gonna love this!”

---

About a week later, Matt received a package. No sender, just his adress and the word “walnuts” written on it in black ink.

When he opened it, he found a wooden corset inside. Made out of walnuts. (He looked damn good in it.)

@tallbisexualwantstobeloved @whumpdoyoumean @do-androids-dream-ao3acc

Note: alright folks, what you here see is a weird crack fic me and three other people wrote, just for fun. The idea came from a dumb joke and a, admittedly, pretty weird but hilarious conversation, and somehow we decided to make a challenge out of it? So all of us wrote a fic for it. You can find them here, here, and here. I really recommend reading them cause frankly they’re pretty hilarious XD

Thanks for reading!

[miqojak]

Layers Upon Layers

one: outside layer

[Name:] "Jak." [Hair Style & colour:] "Black and orange. I wear it pulled back and braided." [Eye Color:] "Gold and jade green." [Height:]  "Fuck if I know exactly. Under five fulms." (4'9") [Style:] "Depends on the day. Maybe the hour. Leather and mini-skirts are always a good bet, though. Sometimes a nice suit, sometimes my bike gear, sometimes a little something more form-fitting, elegant and gilded - 'desert chic', I suppose." [Best Physical Feature:] "Definitely my ass...though my legs cut it close, on that one. What do you think?"

two: inner layer

[Fears:] "You ask that and actually expect people to tell you?" (Small/enclosed spaces with no readily available exit, levin, Garleans, people getting too close to her/seeing who she really is) [Guilty Pleasure:] "People feel guilty for what they like? Who's going to judge me, the sheep who can't come up with a single original thought of their own, and feel guilty if they do?" [Biggest Pet Peeve:]  "Biggest...that's tough, actually. Probably blithe optimism, or naivete. People too ignorant, or unwilling to ask questions and look deeper - or those simply unwilling to face hard truths. There can never be any growth if you aren't honest with yourself, after all. Unmotivated slackers. If you have no goals, why are you wasting this star's air?" [Ambition for the Future:] "To be feared and respected in equal measure. I've been pushed around for a long time, and now it's my turn."

three: thoughts

[First Thought When Waking Up:] "Probably...my to-do list for the day? That or wondering what the weather is like, and whether or not I'll be going on my usual morning run or be stuck working out indoors. That or 'Huh, they haven't killed us all yet.'" [What You Think About the Most:] "What my next step is in life - how I want to pursue that power I'm after without compromising who I am...and how the fuck I ended up with someone who actually cares about me in my life while distinctly trying to avoid that type of thing...and why he stuck around. I wonder about the 'why' a lot." [What You Think About Before Bed:] "Depends on the day, and what's happened, and if I'm headed there alone. If I'm not alone, it's probably something to the effect of 'I still can't believe he wants to be here/wants me to be here'. And whether or not I'm alone...there's always the nagging, ugly reminder that Garlemald's towers sit hunched in the sky, ready to end everything for everyone - predator and prey alike. It could be the last night for any of us." [Your Best Quality Is:] "My ass. But other than that...well, I'm honest, and my loyalty can't be bought. I'm not a good person, but I have my own...'code', in a sense, I guess."

four: what’s better

[Single or Group Dates?] "Group dates sound like a punishment. I can barely stand the slack-jawed idiots around me as it is. Though undoubtedly the punishment would be upon the others, considering who my date would be, and the fact that we'd probably spend the time verbally destroying the other couple." [To be Loved or to be Respected?] "Respected. Love without respect is horrifying. I've been there, I've suffered it, and I'm still recovering. But I still...don't know that I believe in love. At least not how most people do, I guess. Love makes people do stupid shit when they believe in it. Respect doesn't. Respect can stand alone, without needing love. Respect has to be earned. There's no claims of 'respect at first sight.' But like I said...love without respect is...ugly. Scary, even." [Beauty or Brains?] "Both, or no deal. Brains are essential, but I can't have a walking pile of dogshit on my arm, now can I?" [Cats or Dogs?] "Neither, I don't do pets - animals are food. But...I suppose I'd say dogs, though you'd probably incorrectly assume cats, based on the fact that I resemble one. But...there's been more 'canines' in my life in the last year or two than I care to recall."

four: do you…

[Lie?] "No. Not unless the situation is dire - my morals don't matter if my life is on the line. Survival comes first always." [Believe in Yourself?] "Much more than I used to. I've accomplished, and survived, more than most could even begin to imagine." [Believe in Love?]  "Not...really? Maybe? Though I'll admit that for all my vehement denial in the past, someone has made me re-examine my emotions in the last half a year or so. I don't think I believe in the sort of 'love' that the general public believes in. I had someone force his fairy tale romance down my throat and do me a lot of harm both physical and mental with those ideals, as he forced me to be someone I wasn't. If adhering to what society expects of love is all that someone cares about - hitting the expected gestures as told in fairy tales? That's about as real as a fever dream. I don't like the word 'love'. Not what it's come to be associated with, and what's expected of you along with it." [Want Someone?] "For the first time in my life...yes. Not that I don't 'have' him as much as I can claim such, but when he's not around, I find that I want him to be. So...yes?"

six: have you ever…

[Been on Stage?] "No? I mean, my organization does run a jazz club, and it's been various theaters before that, and I've...sat on the stage, basked in the spotlight of an empty theater? I prefer to be...less in the actual spotlight, however." [Done Drugs?] "I've only been clean and sober for...maybe a year now? So yeah. I've...done a lot of drugs." [Changed Yourself to Fit In Somewhere?] "I've been a con-artist to put food on the table, but I don't believe in changing who you are to 'fit in.' If you don't fit in...you don't fit in. You are who you are. Being anything else is a lie, and does you a disservice. It's also a pathetic cry for attention - for the other bleating sheep to accept you into their herd. I won't debase myself to 'fit in' with my lessers."

seven: favorite

[Favorite Color:] "Black, white, gold, and red. I don't have just one." [Favorite Food:] "Once more, I don't have just one. I like red meat, I like seafood, and I enjoy rolanberries quite a bit. Of late, I think my current favorite snack is takoyaki though - this fried dough ball with octopus inside...just thinking about it makes my mouth water." [Favorite Game:] "Breaking and entering."

eight: age

[When Your Next Birthday Will Be:] "No idea." [How Old Will You Be?] "No clue. I'm...twenty and four summers, roughly...give or take a couple." [Age You Lost Your Virginity:] "Care to lose yours to one of my knives, here?" [Does Age Matter?]  "Should it? I suppose I'd be a bit baffled to see an old geezer with a hot young thing, but even so...who cares? I haven't exactly had a lot of lovers, but I don't think I ever asked any of them their age. So long as people stay the fuck away from kids, it's a non-issue in my opinion."

nine: in a partner

[Best Personality:] "An unflinching realist who not only faces the truth, but deals it out themselves. Ambition, and the ability to be honest with themselves about who they are." [Best Eye Colour:]  "Who gives a shit? If I find them worthwhile, I'll like their eyes, I assure you." [Best Hair Colour:] "Who's out here checking people off a list because their hair is the wrong color? I mean, after some shit I went through, I might not want to ever see another red-head again, but realistically...who gives a single fuck? I think you're asking the wrong questions here. People often do - too busy dwelling on lust at first sight." [Best Thing to do With a Partner:] "Murder? Crime in general? ...Or a hot bath."

ten: finish the sentence

[I Love…] ...I just told you I don't do love. But...I do love the sun." [I Feel…] everything at once, or nothing at all, it seems." [I Hide…] who I am." [I Miss…] my family." [I Wish…] ...wishes are for simpletons. Actions achieve what you want." Thanks for the tag: @eligos-venator @placesyoucallhome @bek-sc @sundered-souls (I think I found you all who tagged me!)

I am late to this party! Tag yourselves if you want to do it, so I can read your stuff! I feel like most folks have done it, and I'm too brain-dead atm to root around in the bowels of Tumblr to see who hasn't, since I'm many days late! XD

[aelaer]

Quick rl update

Job: On my third week at my new job! Rocky start but has gotten better. Lots of room for growth and learning for myself which is what most excited me about it in the first place, because at my old job I just didn't have time for it. And this one I can really delve into the nitty gritty once baselines are established. Last week was more or less just writing and it feels like that's what the next 2 to 3 weeks will be because their website badly needs it, but it's writing about cleaning products and home accessories rather than something fun like, you know, Stephen. Man, imagine if I was paid to write fan fiction I wanted to write XD

Mentally: Doing a lot healthier! Started therapy in January when y'all saw me spiraling. Best decision ever. Got real lucky with my therapist. She's really clicking with me. Helping change thought processes I've had for yeaaarrrssss and I'm noticing a difference already. Though there's of course ups and downs it's been a good trend overall.

Projects: The new job requires me to go to an office at stupid-o-clock and while it's nice to be home at 5, I am heading in bed by 10:30/11pm now. So I've had to shift my writing schedule like 2 to 3 hours from where it used to be. But it seems to be working so far, interestingly enough. The Blood doc is just a bit longer than the last time I reported, at 55k, but I outlined a lot of key points and dated them, and got a last bit of research done, so progress has been made. 12 chapters are completed, 13 is near complete, and I'm writing bits of the next 3 or so chapters just in the order I feel like as I know the general beats of the story from here on out, i think. Though the characters continue to surprise me.

I'll be joining the ironstrange big bang, but as an artist. I've got two other huge writing projects so I didn't want to add another this year. The platonic bit on it just really excited me though. I felt wanted ❤

I also started rping on a Marvel/MCU mash up literate rp server last week. I got accepted to play Stephen 😀 the rp is super slow, like days between postings (like old forum boards) so it definitely won't make it so I can't write fanfic. I don't know what the server policy is for public archiving, but once my first scene gets done (which may not be for a month or two if folks are super slow in replying) I'll ask if I can archive on ao3 so I might share with others. We'll see! If I can yall will see my still pretty-new MCU Stephen meet a more experienced Doctor Doom which is just not the dynamic in the comics in terms of power, so that will be interesting to see how that plays out!

Haven't read a ton here on tumblr so I hope everyone is doing okay!

[heyyylittlemo]

Ask game

1. Where did you hide the body??

Me: *pause* No, where did you hide the body—

*police stare at me with disbelief*

Me: there’s no—there’s not a single body here—well stop looking at me like that, you’re the cop! You should know! Why are you asking me for! Body? Whaaaaaat. Ahaha.

*cops shake head*

*whispers to my friend* Guys I think I pulled that one off

Police: you know we can hear everything you’re saying

me: 👁👄👁

2. Favorite rock? The 1975. Dominic Fike. Arctic Monkeys. Bad Suns. The killers. Pale Waves. Etc. That good good shit 👌

3. Most aesthetic season? Fall. Love them orange colors. The leaves falling. Though spring is also neat if you have a bunch of flowers bloomin in shit and winter is only aesthetic when it’s snowing. Boring ass summer tho just be heating me up.

4. When texting do u shorten words or spell out? I used to write stuff out all the time mostly but now it’s like half and half bcuz its just faster and nobody got time for it 🤣🤣

5. Vintage stuff? Hell yeah, but maybe not anything too expensive since some old stuff IS hyper expensive.

6. Colors that pop or blend? Not sure I understand what u mean abt them blending ahaha u mean like when they’re so similar to another?? Well I think it’s nice but honestly I prefer a pop and a bang, y’Know?

- At this moment I realized I was answering the last few questions from a completely different ask and felt like a dumbass 😂 anyways the actual number we’re on is three so imma just kickback

3. Worst dream u have ever had? I had sleep paralysis but was imbetween that and a lucid dream. At first I was paralyzed and could see my bed but my eyes felt closed and open at the same time?? A giant dark demon looking dog had towered over me and began to tear at my neck. It looked and felt very real I started to try to scream and it felt like a scream was coming out but no sound exited. Then I went into a lucid dream where I was being chased by this dog and running for my life I was running by and nobody could save me nobody in the dream when it caught up to me I was back in my bed and it was trying to eat me again. I was so terrified I couldn’t sleep for a whole week.

4. Lyric that comes to your mind? “And I don’t think I can be there. I’m paralyzed,I’m terrified of being alone. When you said I deserved what had happened.”

5. Blood make u uncomfortable? Yes, I passed out once when getting my finger pricked and a VERY small blood sample and another when dissecting a fish.

6. Even or odd numbers? Well I like the number 5,7,9, 3 so odd. (Like me 🤣🤣)

7. Something I hate that I love? Anything I’ve ever loved becuz love can be frustrating. Bruh.

8. 1st initial of someone I hate? Hmm...do I hate someone tho? Not that I can think of...

9. *Skipping down the lane* NOPE

10. Corn dogs? It’s funny cuz when I think of corn dogs my mind will always go to when we first moved to our current house because at our initial town we never had Sonic and while we were getting the house fixed up and moving stuff we use to always get Sonic since it was the closest to us most times to eat and that was a bunch of corn dogs and hotdog days 🤣 so thnk u corn dogs for ur service

11. I’m not a huge movie person so...I looked up movies from 2005 and movies Inlike from this time are Brokeback mountain bcuz it’s gay af, Shark Boy and Lava Girl damn I rewatched the shot out of it when I was younger, Narnia and the Chocolate Factory(although it low key creeped me out as a kid, and idk why).

12. Least fav music genre? Most country, most EDM, dubstep, screaming/really hard rock, some pop music, mumble raping.

13. As someone who waits on tables, my job is my least favorite restaurant experience 🤣🤣 just dealing with ppl...like ok, I’m half Hispanic right?? But I look white. Well, I work at a Mexican restaurant and so sometimes racist costumers will say shady shit just bcuz I guess they think it’s appropriate to say it to me just bcuz I’m not Hispanic in their eyes?? But it pisses me off and I feel like I can’t say anything without causing a drama which I hate and when the “costumers always right” it can be hard to budge and stand up and say “bitch wtf did u just say??” And there’s just folks who take things the wrong ways or ask too much at once or give u a hard time or just say something that sticks onto you for the whole day. One bad move can turn my whole day upside down.

14. 3 things never come near me? Cockroaches, Needles, and close mind ppl

15. Worst way to die? With regrets. Something really brutual, random, or where something just happened to go wrong (accident). Being killed by someone u love.

16. Unusual habits? Doing a Michael Jackson esque “hee-hee” after every sneeze I make, being extremely clumsy and making every task 100% more difficult, having the ability to talk as if I have an accent that comes from nowhere in particular just stupidity also I can’t speak my own language half the time 🙃getting words confused or misusing them in a sentence so I sound dumb having a very weird imagination and thoughts, I swear it like I never went to school and don’t know how the world works, plus many many more

17. Clothing style u want? I want to dress in a way that screams who I am and is a blend of both femininity and masculinity. A little vintage. Grunge. Urban maybe?? What do I know abt fashion 🤣🤣

18. Song or artist that deserves more? Dijon, hands down. I love his stuff. He’s like Frank Ocean meets light-singing beautiful lyricist with a more rock vibe?? Hidden gem. I also think Durand Jones & the Indications needs more love along with BadBadNotGood they sound like old-times but are new!! Oh, and Pale Waves is like a female The 1975 and kicks it. Bad Suns is a good alt rock band that no one seems to recognize :,D Toro y Moi too! His song with Flume “The difference “ is a banger!! Kid Cudi is my man when I want a blend of rock and rap. Also Dominic Fike,King Krule, and Roy Blair, who are all amazing!! Ok I need to stop 🛑

Duck I answered the past questions from a different post I’m sorry 😐

17. Emoji never used? There’s a bunch since I reuse the same over and over again. Lmao

18. 3 sentence Gatorade horror story? A faint quiver overtook the small freezer the Gatorade lay in; no one had come by in days, hours, weeks; when was the last time he met the lips of a thirsty body? They’d forgotten about him, as his last sips remained glued to his hollowing entrance. ‘Help, ‘it wanted to say, but it’s frozen lips could not be moved; It’d stay here, die here...just like the rest.” What am I doing with my life 🤣🙏

19. Do u know what an old bay is? A bay that is old? And old ocean? Idk!!!

20. Can u dance? Sometimes I dance when I’m alone but nothing spectral lol

21. What first comes to ur mind when u see ropes? 2 extremes. Sex and death. Hm. Ok. Moving on.

22. Make an obscure reference. “Even a bra couldn’t hold these nipples” *Holds a water gun to chest*

23. Fav balloon color? Pink or yellow.

24. If u were in court would u be innocent or guilty? Depends, what am I in court for 🤣 lmao jk honestly idk bcuz I don’t think I’d wind up in there

25. Are u hungry ? Nope

26. Unlucky number? Hm I don’t think so but I have a lucky number “123”

27. What’s “JMD”stand for? I’m guessing...Jamming my d—- 💀lol jk ahaha why am so dirt

28. Random inside joke? *chirpy squeak* I’m making a double batch of cookies

29. What sends chills up ur spine? Seeing disgust food or smell disgust or talking abt disgust things like gore

30. How many questions are in ur inbox? A pathetic zero ahaha no one want to ask me anything 😂

31. Someone real who scares u. 2 of my ex friends. One when I was 10 said disturbing things and I was kinda forced onto the friendship and everything they said make me fear for others lives...and then a different ex friend who seemed normal at 1st but became both low key psychopath cult leader type stuff and I booed out of there—-.

32. Run or hide? Uhh probably hide because I’d say even if ppl say “u can run but u can’t hide” u CAN just hide! that’s the point of hiding they not find u xD also why not combine them? Hide then run somewhere far away once I got them off the trial.

33. Last person who made u angry? A frickin beetle that flew at me and pinched me in the middle of singing in the shed xD also my autocorrect

34. What’s going on in ur head? I should probably pee soon—

35. Little thing that makes u Smile? A lot of little things bruh.

36. Are u a descisive person?

Not sure.

*pAuse *

Ok, I guess I’m not then 🤣

37. Would ppl say I’m paranoid? Hm maybe about certain things social situations, singing in front of others what ppl think abt me etc etc

38. Store least likely in? Any southern clothes shop, Abercrombie & Finch types shit, lol

39. Do I like hats fave type? Hm not wear many hats but I think they’re cool any type is cool for different ppl and their aesthetici just can’t rock a hat.

40. Bow ties or ties? Don’t really care but now want to see more bow ties

41. Who? You.

42. What? Reading this shit

43. Where? In ur ass

44. When? Now.

45. Why? Not even u know why.

46. How? We all want to know

47. Do u collect anything? Vinyl records.

48. What tome is it? Time to get a watch

49. Fav transportation? My car or walk is possible

50. Would u ever kill someone to save someone? Don’t want to think about that

51. Make a joke. Yo, it’s time to make a joke—so the other day I was working. And I was practicing my Spanish, yes? Anyone whose trying to learn anew language k n o w s that sometimes words can be so close to another u just confuse then! So apparently churros in Spanish is a desert but if u say it more harshly (it literally sounds almost the same) it makes a whole different meaning—diharrea, but like I didn’t know that so I legit just walked up to this person and asked if they would like some shit to eat. So yeah, that was great. Let’s not forget that I mixed up blood, watermelon, and sangria which is a wine. I legit once said I had mixed wine in my vines and another time watermelon 🤣

52. I’m really confused so I skip

53. Would ur dash be confiscated SFW? By dash do u mean this account? Um not 😬

54. Do I like to cuddle? Hell yeah and manhandle ppl all the time it’s my affection

55. What makes u angry? Close minded ppl or ppl who jump too fast to conclusions, strict schedules just dumb stuff that people try to force when I just want to be carefree 😭✌️

56. How many voices are in ur head? 😐

57. Do U consider urself mentally stable? 😐

58. Are u easily offended? Well U just called me mentally unstable and asked it there was voices in my head!!

59. What’s wrong with taking the backstreets? Uhm...

60. Any questions u want ppl to ask u? Nothing in particular but it’s be nice if someone care to ask me something abt me from personal question to my opinions on shit to 19 days fandom related junk 😌

Woooo I’ve finished this game! Thanks to @seiji-amasawa for introducing me to this ^^

[official-emily-angevin]

I did my best

So basically I found this really good one-shot I wrote surrounding Emily I wrote a while back and it also had some other characters I did my best to characterize so yeah. imma tag some folks who portray said characters and hopefully they don’t burn me at the stake for my shitty job XD @theviktornikiforov-rp​ @russianschildyurio @tsundere-yurio @coetus-a

((oh yeah it deals with Emily and Yurio having to try and work things out for their adorkable, sappy dads))

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There was something off about Emily’s cousin Yuuri today. She just couldn’t quite put her finger on it yet.

Maybe it was something about his demeanor or the way he warmed up or flubbed his practice jumps, but something felt wrong.

Skating over she gently nudged him, which caused him to look up a tad fearfully before it was quickly masked with surprise.

Emily pretended not to notice it for now; instead motioning him to sit down on the side next to her.

Once situated Emily placed a gentle hand on his shoulder which caused him to flinch slightly. Alarm bells began going off in her head. Something was definitely up. While her cousin was not entirely opposed to being touched, she never had this of a negative of a response before. And that scared her.

“What’s wrong Yuuri?” she asked softly in Japanese.

He looked up to meet her eyes; the dark bags under his eyes becoming more prominent as he did so.

“Nothing,” he replied just as quiet.

She raised an eyebrow skeptically before he sighed in resignation and began talking.

“Victor and I got into a fight last night..” That was enough for her to wince internally. Her cousin was terrible at interpreting things and Victor terrible at confronting/communicating. Put those two factors in mind, and it was pretty much got a recipe for disaster.

Emily gently squeezed his shoulder to encourage him to continue.

“It was a pretty bad one…..I don’t even really remember what started it or what it was about..” He admitted looking down once more.

“And?” She asked softly.

“Things were said on both sides….” Yuuri didn’t finish that thought, so Emily didn’t push.

“Why don’t you go talk things out?” she suggested a comforting smile on her face. “Victor will forgive you no matter what. He loves you.”

Yuuri shook his head fervently, pretty much shut down at that point. Emily sighed in slight exasperation. Scanning the rink she spotted Yurio and Victor talking as well on the other side of the rink. Well...more like Yurio doing most of it/pretty much flat-out yelling at him.

For a split second, they locked eyes and a silent understanding passed through the two of them.

Emily turned her attention back to the unresponsive Japanese skater.

“I’m going to go real quick ok? I’ll be back in a moment.” He nodded so Emily found her cue to stand up and skate across the ice to meet Yurio halfway.

“You get anything?” she asked quietly.

“Pah. That old man is being an overdramatic idiot as always and refuses to talk to Katsudon,” he said. What usually was a condescending tone per usual, Emily could detect a small hint of concern to it.

“We need to fix this,” she said a bit resigned. “Neither of them will be willing to communicate on their own. Yuuri’s too frayed and on edge..and I think Victor feels too guilt-ridden,”

Yurio grunted in agreement. There was a pause until he looked back at her.

“Locker room?”

“Locker room.”

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A few minutes later Emily; a reluctant Yuuri trailing behind her entered the locker room just as Yurio and Viktor did the same.

The two froze both wide-eyed and unmoving.

Viktor whipped towards Yurio and said something in rapid Russian a tense edge to his tone to which the blonde simply shrugged.

She heard her cousin take a hesitant step backward as Viktor did the opposite, hurt clearly written on both of their faces.

Taking that as their cue to leave Emily walked over and began to drag a semi-resistant Yurio by the edge of his jacket; Yurio saying some probably not-so-flattering things in Russian. She pulled the other boy with ease trying her best to keep walking despite his struggling and the telltale sound of her cousin crying, her heart squeezing painfully.

Once they rounded the corner he rounded on her an annoyed look on his face. “What the hell Angevin? Did you have to drag me?”

A tiny smile tugged on her lips despite the serious situation they were in.

“Well?” he snapped impatiently.

“No, but I figured it was the more practical way to do it,’ Emily replied with a small shrug. “Besides you probably would’ve stayed there another hour or so,” she teased.

He glared at her. “I didn’t want either of those love-sick idiots to say anything more stupid.”

She gave him a soft smile at his little way of showing he cared. It was rare, but in those moments she found it extremely endearing. “Why are you smiling like that stupid?” He said interrupting her thoughts.

“Nothing,” she said with a grin.

“Whatever,” he said with his signature eye roll as they reached the rink.

“Yuri?” Emily called out as he was about to go onto the ice again.  He glanced back, eyebrows raised.

“Thank you,” she said in almost perfect Russian. Yurio’s expression softened the slightest before giving her a small smile.

A few seconds later Emily copied his example humming a soft tune to herself as she began to skate in lazy circles, Yakov’s yelling most likely at Yurio, echoing off the rink’s walls.

And later if her cousin and Viktor came out holding hands and smiling, and went out of their way to thank her by doing their own little things she didn’t have to say anything now, did she?

End

[heartcravings]

50 Questions Tag!

@jongin-be-my-jagi​ tagged me for this a while ago, but I took my sweet time to answer. Here is my secret intel if you want to know me a little bit more!! Check hers as well, she’s an amazing writer and friend. 1. What takes up too much of your time? Tumblr, my stupid procrastination prone brain and my thesis. 

2. What makes your day better? Friends and loved ones, music and these absolute dorks (Channie especially) 

3. What’s the best thing that happened to you today? I hopped on the mat today in the early hours of the morning, rain on my window and the neighbours cat peeking at me from his window across the street.

4. What fictional place would you like to go to? Wonderland, bacause it’s “curiouser and curiouser!”

'Who are you?' said the Caterpillar.  Alice replied, rather shyly, 'I — I hardly know, sir, just at present — at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'

5. Are you good at giving advice? I think so. Not so good at following my own advice though.  I do always consider where the other is standing and if I don’t know how to proceed then I’ll just be honest and say I can’t help. But i’ll always listen with my heart. 

 6. Do you have any mental illnesses? Not diagnosed. I do think i might be going through something now. 

7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? No, but i have a recurring nightmare: the world is made of black and white paper thin layers. I am a paper thin person walking along a street surrounded by paper thin buildings. I walk for a long time, looking up at the white sky. Until the street ends, there is no more building and i fall into the abyss of a blank page.  I have had this dream since the age of 8 or 9 years old. Fear of not being good enough, you say?! Ding, ding, ding!! We got a winner in the back!  8. What musician inspired you the most? I get inspired by music all the time!! One of my all time favourite songs is Spanish Sahara by Foals. Its sublime!

So I’d say I’m mainly inspired by these artists: Queen, Arctic Monkeys, Foals, Radiohead, Bowie, Daughter, Bob Dylan, Beirut, Yeah yeah yeahs, Arcade Fire, The National, Joy Division, Blur, Warpaint, Gorillaz, Sufjan Stevens, Bon Iver, Chet Baker, The Cure, Courtney Barnett, The Maccabees, Car Seat Headrest, Florence + The Machine, Editors, Kasabian, Crystal Fighters, Death Cab for a cutie, The Doors, Efterklang, Explosions in the Sky, Franz Ferdinand, The Horrors, James Blake, José Gonzalez, Los Campesinos!,  Metronomy, Nick Cave, Nina Simone, Patrick Watson,  Phoenix, Sharon Van Etten, The Shins, Simon & Garfunkel, The Smiths, St.Vincent, The Strokes, Toro y Moi, tricot, Tune-Yards, TV on the radio, Unknown Mortal Orchestra, The Vaccines, Vampire Weekend, The Velvet Underground, The War on Drugs, Wild Beasts and Yo La Tengo.

And the electro, pop and hip-hop groves of my heart: EXO, 2NE1, Janelle Monáe, Big Bang, Kris Wu,LCD soundsystem, SBTRKT, Childish Gambino, Frank Ocean, Kendrick Lamar and Daft Punk. 

And special mentions to the portuguese ones (learning from yixing and promoting when i can :P): Capicua, Joana Espadinha, The Legendary Tigerman, Linda Martini, Mayra Andrade, Noiserv, Ornatos Violeta, Paus, Samuel Uria, You Can’t Win Charlie Brown and The Silence 4. I know, tldr right? Sorry folks! 9. Have you ever fallen in love? Yes I have. I have mistaken a crush for love too. But i have definitely been very deeply in love. A wrecked kintsugi heart over here people! 10. What’s your dream date? I don’t think I have one. I’d love to do something unique with that someone special, something special for the two of us. It could be as simple as riding the subway while sharing earphones & listening to our playlist or walking the dogs out! Idk, I’m easy to please. But right now it would have to be with this handsome man :D pretty please?!

11. What do others notice about you? I am very kind and warm hearted, so I think that’s what people first notice when meeting me. Although I maintain good eye contact, I am also timid and will be quieter if there are very energetic people in the group. When alone, I usually take the first step and try to meet people, but only if i really must.  12. What’s an annoying habit you have? It’s really hard for me to ask for help. I also like to tell detailed descriptions of everything... Couldn’t you tell? 13. Do you still talk to your first love? I’ll text him on his birthday and he does the same to me. We met when we were 10 years old and that childhood friendship remains. But regarding my one and truly deep relationship, no we do not talk, unless we randomly meet.

14. How many exes do you have? I have three exes. The first love who was just an idealized crush on my childhood friend: we dated for 2 weeks during summer break xD Then my first real boyfriend, we met in my first year at university, dated for quite some time, he really loved me and made me love myself a little more. Finally the one i loved too much. I mended his wounds and made him love himself as much as I did. I always say all the love we feel makes our hearts grow bigger. I do not regret loving any of them, I am me now due to them and I would not change it if I could. 15. How many songs are in your playlist? I have way too many playlists for each and every mood... But my favourite songs list on spotify has about 1500 songs! uwu!  16. What instruments can you play? Triangles and flute?! I had mandatory music classes in school... so in reality I can’t really play a instrument...

17. Who do you have the most pictures of? Probably my cat, Sushi. With a second close of my doodles and sketches. 

18. Where would you like to go before you die? EVERY WHERE!!! But I really want to go to Japan and Scotland and Iceland and South Korea and New Zealand and i’ll shut up. 19. What’s your zodiac? Capricorn. 20. Do you relate to it? Sort of.

21. What is happiness to you? You know when it’s really cold outside in the winter and you manage to find a sheltered place where no wind can hit you and you still get to feel the warm rays of the winter suns on your skin? You hear the birds outside and you are contempt in that moment, at peace. That is happiness to me.   22. Are you going through anything right now? Yes, I am a bit lost. Trying to finish my thesis and trying to find what I want to do after. It’s liberating but also pretty scary. 23. What’s the worst decision you ever made? It’s a series of small decisions really. It started with going for a phd with the same people i worked in my msc. Should have gone to a different place. Then deciding to come home after a traumatic loss in the family. Should have kept my life going but I stalled it then. (I don’t regret helping my loved ones though).

24. What’s your favourite store? Probably Wishtrend for beauty stuff. Other than that I don’t have any favourite brands/stores. 25. (HALFWAY!) What’s your opinion on abortion? I think everyone is free to decide what they want or need to do. I couldn’t possible judge. If I would it? Probably not.

27. Do you have a favourite album? I don’t think so, I have favourite tunes for different moods and moments in my life. But if threatened with my life, I’d maybe say Total Life Forever from Foals.

28. What do you want for your birthday? It’s such a long time until my birthday comes! But maybe a real EXO ot9 reunion as a goodbye to Minseok?

29. What is most people’s first impression of you? Friendly and easy to open up to, i think.

30. What age do you seem according to most people? In real life, people usually think I am way younger than I am.  31. Where do you keep your phone when you’re sleeping? In the crook of my bed, between the mattress and the bed frame.

32. What word do you say the most? No idea really! 33. What’s the oldest age you’d date? 40s? I don’t think too much about age actually. 

34. What’s the youngest age you’d date? 20s? Again not very important to me. Love is love, whomever, whenever and wherever <3

35. What job / career do most people say would suit you? I don’t know! People always say i don’t totally fit in anything... so there’s that. If you have an idea please let me know! 36. What’s your favourite music genre? Go back to question 8. I listen to everything! :D 37. If you could live in any country in the world where would it be? I’d like to live around the world, every few months a different place and get to know different cultures.

38. What is your current favourite song? I’ve been obsessed with RM’s intro/teaser song, Map of the Soul: Persona. (I’m not even a bts fan, but this music and lyrics just touched me a lot.)

39. How long have you had this blog for? I think for about 6 years? It’s my personal space, where I dump all my obsessions.  

40. What are you excited for? I’m visiting some friends in Granada in a couple of weeks. Yay, tapas!

41. Are you a better talker or listener? Normally I am a better listener. But there are a few people to whom i open like a book. Either words flow right out of me without even thinking or they see throw me. Those truly are my people.

42. What is the last productive thing you did? Prepped meals and cleaned the kitchen. Open the folder and file of my thesis. Read the latest chapter I wrote.  43. What do you want for Christmas? Well, just like for my birthday, there is still such a long time to it! But let’s say i want to have already finish this part of my life and want to find my next adventure.

44. What class do you get the best grades in? No more exams! Ehehe! But I used to have good grades at everything. Physical Education was my lowest mark i think.

45. On a scale of 1-10 how do you feel right now? Right now, a 4? I have a headache.

46. What can you see yourself doing in 10 years? Smiling? :D I want to be happy in my own skin. To feel contempt in my life, doing something that gives me a sense of purpose and having time to share and enjoy with my friends and family. 47. When did you get your first heartbreak? Oh my kintsugi heart has been broken quiet a lot. By friends and lovers and even by myself. I keep patching it up with gold dreams though.  48. At what age do you wanna be married? I will only want to be married if i find the one. So until then I guess. 

49. What career did you want to have as a child? I wanted to be an astronaut and a ballerina. Preferably both!

50. What do you crave right now? Just sitting somewhere and listening to Yeol play the guitar.

Well i finished it! :D I’ll tag @thedeviousdo @ohsenhun @hongseok and @paepsi. I’d love to read yours! Feel free to dismiss it though, it is quite a lot.  Lots of love everyone!! <3 <3 <3

[lettherebemonsters]

Get to know me

Rules: answer 20 questions then tag 20 (give or take) followers you wanna get to know better!

Tagged by: @champanache (Thanks Chess! :D)

Name: Dom

Nickname: Spooky

Height: 5′5″

Nationality: First-Generation Sicilian-American (offend me for my heritage and I’ll bury you. Don’t even try me.)

Favorite Fruit: Tomatoes and Oranges

Favorite Season: Fall

Favorite Smell: Vanilla, cinnamon

Favorite Color(s): Purple

Favorite Animal: Wolves, elephants, humpback whales

Tea, Coffee, Hot Cocoa: Hot Cocoa

Average Hours of Sleep: 6 maybe? Even though I’d love to snooze for 8....9 if I can get away with it. XD

Dogs or Cats: DOGGIES

Dream Trip: I’d die happy if I got to see a live viewing of Battlebots

When my blog was created: The story behind this blog is so mangled not even J.K. Rolling can make sense of it.

# of Followers: 623 (I usually lose 5 followers give or take a week for reasons I have no clue as to why. I guess I disgust folks.)

Random Fact: I got my love for wolves from Disney’s Robin Hood. (I mentioned this before actually. :P)

Favorite Food: Pizza! :D

Favorite TV show: TOO MANY OMG. It USED to be Sleepy Hollow, but now it’s Battlebots, The Dead Files, Strange Evidence, The Purge (it’s more interesting than a real favorite, but I like it a heck of a lot more than the junk that was the AHS: Apocalypse pilot), Teen Wolf.....

Favorite Movie: THE NUMBER OF FAVORITE MOVIES IS TOO DAMN HIGH....so here are a few off the top of my head: Sleepy Hollow, The Land Before Time, Armageddon, Godzilla (1998), Godzilla vs. Destoroyah, Godzilla: Final Wars, Rampage!, Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell no Tales (Javier Bardem saved that film from mediocrity. Good job Spanish crew!), No Country for Old Men, Halloween (I’ve seen 1,4,5,6,8, RZ’s H1, H2.....and I’m fully planning of seeing H’18. I’m a fan. XD), Friday the 13th (and sequels), My Bloody Valentine, Maniac Cop 1-3, Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon, Avengers: Infinity War........and a whooole lot more.

Favorite Vine: 6 Second Magic FTW!

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Gender: Female

Favorite Book Series: The Wereling trilogy, Leviathan Trilogy, Ready Player One

Favorite Video Game(s): Bioshock 1-3, Dishonored, Silent Hill 2 + 4, Metro 2033-Last Light, Fossil Fighters: Champions, Dementium: The Ward +2, Warhammer 40,000: Space Marine (and more. >:3)

Favorite Subject: Geology and English

Favorite Fandom(s): Dragonball, horror/slasher

Favorite Superhero: RED HULK

Guys or Girls: Guys

Celebrity crush: Javier Bardem

Last time I cried: Last week over something stupid.

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

What Should I Be Doing: Going to bed

Tagging 20 people: @getxoverxhere, @breaking-limitz, @negiwoman, @neoxniverse, @musesofcatbugs, @evilsxiyan, @the-flawless-hit, @tuffle-nonna,  @lordcooler, @chromechainsaw, @switchbrainedholylime, @joestarfightingspirit, @gcrlicjr, @callamiity, @xsaiyamanx, @spiritswcrd, @emperor-of-evil-frieza, @tyrantemperor, @brolyontinder, @bastardprxnce,

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Social anxiety C C C COMBO BREAKERRRRR

I had a real good day yo!!

I was in a really stupid emotional state at 4am this morning cos of a dumb nightmare about my abusive mum that i havent seen in 15 years. But at least because of it it prompted me to try and find the address of my childhood home again, and i successfully did and i had a huge nostalgia wave just looking at google street view. I dont know if i'll ever be brave enoughto actually visit there and walk down the same road again with my new and taller legs, but just knowing that its not impossible makes me feel a lot better.

But then srsly i was in real big panic attack shakes and i couldbt get back to sleep and i had a pounding headache and my eyes hurt and then when i finally passed out i kept waking up like half an hour later and having to go thru all the hell of getting asleep again. And then when i woke up at 5pm having wasted the whole day i realized my electricity was out and i needed to walk the 1.5km to the shop where i can pay the bills and AAAAGH giant headache and on the verge of tears and its the middle of a heatwave and my hair dye is all faded bad and so many damn excuses. And 'oh well itll take like 20 minutes to get ready and then what if i walk too slow and the shop is closed'. All the stupid reasons i use to excuse my social anxiety!

BUT IM REALLY PROUD THAT I STILL DID IT

I'm not just giving myself the 1.5 on my kilometres count, im definately getting two points for 'survived anxious social situation with style and grace'!

Cos seriousky cos of the heatwave i wouldnt be able to wear heavy baggy coat yo cover myself up, so i went out in a short sleeved shirt with my binder and i was really inpressed with how good i looked in the mirror. Yknow even tho my face was like sleep deprived mega anxious death hell! XD but yeahi managed to accomplish the Basic Things Of Daily Life despite being in my worst anxious state for ages, and i did it in sweltering weather and while unconfident in my ability to pass. I actually ended up having a swing in my step on the way back and enjoyed a completely un anxious walk for once! I just saw myself in the mirror in the supermarket bathroom and was like 'holy shit i look perfectly fine, what was i worried about?' And then i didnt completely fall apart due to the now new worry that if i was actually successfully passing then maybe i'd get kicked out for using the bathroom of my birth sex. It was a slow shopping day so nobody else came in there, it was fine. And i mean i'd still feel equally as anxious using the other bathroom, there arent any unisex toilets for nonbinary folk :(

But yeah i handled it really well!! Its such a small anxiety to other people tho and i still feel ashamed that i cant completely shed my peoplephobia all at once. But this was a really big step up that metaphorical staircase!

Oh and while i was there i actually felt confident enough to Actually Do Some Damn Shopping! I didnt just limit it to a basic run and gun, get in there, get the one thing and leave thing. I very often do that!! Sometimes it takes me two trips to the shops to get everything cos i got so anxious i just ran home after the first thing XD But today i actually wandered around the whole supermarket and checked if there was anything on sale or anything i forgot to put on my shopping list. Again, very basic thing that normal people do every day, but for me i usually get irrationally panicked so this was a disproportionately big accomplishment!

I BOUGHT A SHOES

I havent bought a new pair of shoes since like.. 4 years? 5 maybe? I cant recall if it was before i moved here or just after. I have a stupid habit of only owning one thing and only replacing it when its broken, because like.. Leftover instincts from being poorer. And its stupid cos im perfectly able to splurge on electronics or pokemon merchandise or whatever when i have spare money, yet when it comes to actual life necessities im like 'nah what a waste'. I guess its cos avoiding paying for them was a common experience during those homeless times, whereas splurging on self birthday gifts was not a thing i could ever do at all. Possibly this is the same reason i get easily suckered in by scratchcards and lootboxes, its easy to not notice how much i'm wasting when its not something i have a long experience with. Plus they kinda cheat by making each singular pull be cheap and then encouraging you to keep gambling fifty more times. But its only 2 bucks each time~fuckin hell im dumb to fall for that shit.

ANYWAY thats why ive been using the same shitty pair of trainers for like five years. Theyre really durable but theyre not exactly comfy or very good looking. Theyre like this neon green and yellow and black tron lines abomination that i DO KINDA LOVE but ive gotta admit that it doesnt fit with many outfits. I literally dont own a single other yellow anything.

So yeah i bought three pairs of shoes on sale for 15 pound in total HOLY SHIT thats a good dealio! I got some plimsolls/daps/im not actually sure what they call them in other countries sorry. Its like the fabric shoe but it has a good grip runner's sole to it? Always used to wear them in gym class at school, i liked them beter than trainers cos the sole wasnt as thick and inflexible. I mean im already clumsy without like 3cm more height on me! And then i got some sort of loafer thing thats similar but more The Comfort. And then i also got some super soft indoor slippers! So now i actyalky have shoes for differebt occasions!! Jogging walking and laying around being a couch potato! Not just wearing these big chunky trainers for all of that! I mean lol it used to be even worse, once my Only Shoes were actualky these huge mountain climbing boots XD i got them free from the homeless shelter and kept them for years after i left, even tho they were too tight and always cut up the back of my ankles. Ah, memories of past trauma! Why am i stirring up so many of these today!!

So anyway yeah thats my Very Boring Normal Day that for once i managed to handle like a normal human being. I'm proud!

Oh and i also got a glitter cowboy hat and i dont know why they were selling a glitter cowboy hat but it was the only sort of sun hat they had so i went with it. It kinda helps with dysphoria somehow?? Like i know people will criticize that part of my fashion first before they notice how ugly the rest of me is XD and its hard to be sad when you're thinking 'beep boop gender cowboy'

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Just read that fic about Cruz being pregnant with jackson's kid after their on-night stand and I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THE KID'S BORN?! Does Cruz ever go back to racing? who has custody of the kid? is it joint custody? How did everyone else react when they found out? (assuming Cruz eventually told them) I need a fic for this PLEASE!!!

Further questions were inevitable, I know realize XD

Hmm. This is a lot of stuff to cover in one fic. So here’s a Sparknotes summary of it instead. If I wrote the whole thing out it would take weeks.

The first person she tells is Sally. It’s the day after they get back from that final race, and Cruz still isn’t acting right. Sally goes to talk to her alone, fearing something else traumatic has happened to her, and she wants to help to the best of her ability.

Still, she isn’t prepared for what Cruz tells her. Sally sits there, stunned, unable to react in any way at first. This gives Cruz the wrong expression, and she starts sobbing and calling herself a terrible person. Sally immediately goes to embrace her, assuring her it’s going to be okay, and that she and the rest of the town will support her in this. For a while, Sally just holds her while she lets it all out. 

After Cruz calms back down, they start to have a real conversation on what to do. This isn’t something they can hide, nor should they. Eventually the truth is going to come out to the world, and it’s best they’re honest up front. Sally makes sure Cruz understands she doesn’t have to divulge any specific information to anyone, but when it comes time for the next season to start, people are going to wonder where she is. She can’t hide from the spotlight forever.

But first thing’s first. Lightning needs to know, and so does Tex.

Lightning is absolutely livid. I’m coming for you, Storm suddenly takes on a whole new meaning. He’s not mad at Cruz, in fact, he feels sorry for her. She shouldn’t have to deal with this. He’s a little disappointed that she screwed up, but they’d had this conversation. They both came to terms with what had happened and moved on already. You can’t hold a mistake over someone forever he’d told her. It was a lesson he’d learned himself far too many times.

Cruz doesn’t want to be pitied or babied, she just wants support, and she makes this very clear when Lightning starts openly victimizing her (in his eyes, he’s just trying to help, “taking her side” and all). It isn’t all Storm’s fault. Cruz is adamant about this, and that she’s a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions, even if they are mistakes. Sally makes a few empowering remarks, and that was that. Slowly, word made it’s way around town with Cruz’s permission. She was more than thankful for all the positive feedback that came from the townsfolk.

It was time to figure out how they were going to work around this. Cruz didn’t want her career to be over. She loved racing more than anything else! Yeah, sure, that was likely to change when the child was born, but why couldn’t she have both? She could be a mom and a racer, why not? The whole town was rallied behind her and ready to provide the best daycare imaginable for when she was on the road.

But that still didn’t provide the answer of what to do in the meantime…

It’s not a conversation to be had over the phone, or even Skype. She only calls Tex to set up a time and place to meet, and emphasizes it has to be soon. She’s got important news she needs to depart. He sounds a little hesitant, but is more than willing to meet with her and talk. She departs for the western half of Texas the following morning.

She rolls up to his property that evening, and thank the heavens she’s finally found it. Texas was huge, but this big? Gah. It took her twenty minutes to drive up to his ranch styled mansion from the end of the driveway.

A very friendly butler lets her in the house and takes her back to a game room where she finds Tex, the King, his wife, and Cal all playing a very intensive game of poker. She awkwardly stands in the doorway until they finish the hand, and only makes her presence known as Lynda finishes gathering her winnings.

Tex welcomes her with his usual grandiose gestures of friendship. Cruz knows he’s more than a sponsor. He’s like a rich uncle to her at this point, but she’s still nervous to the point of hyperventilation. She can’t imagine what his reaction is going to be as she takes a seat at the table. But then she can’t help but feel like she’s among family. They’re all so welcoming and warm towards her, just like the folks in Radiator Springs.

Tex lays his cards down and asks her what’s going on. Cruz realizes he must have told the others about her phone call earlier, because they’re all looking worried as well. They assure her she can tell them anything. She’s safe with them.

Again, no one at that table was expecting the announcement, and there’s a bit of a moment of silence after she bluntly states her situation. They were all well aware of the incident a few months back, but they know her. They know she’s not that type. They’re only human and sometimes things like this happen.

The difference here was that there weren’t any questions that couldn’t be answered. Cruz didn’t know this, but when Tex and Strip decided she was the one they wanted on the team, they’d actually considered that something like this might happen, planned or not, and they weren’t going into a contract without a contingency plan. It was a risk they were willing to take to have a lady racer.

Cruz cringed a little at the term ‘contingency plan’. Was she getting replaced? No, Tex wouldn’t dream of it. She would decide when she was done. That’s how team Dinoco had always operated, and they weren’t about to change that. They’d let her choose someone to race in her place until she was ready to come back. She’d even get to coach and be a crew chief if she wanted. After she had the kid, then she’d be able to decide if she wanted to continue racing or enter early retirement. It was all up to her.

Cruz was so relieved she started crying. Breaking down in front of people was starting to be a norm for her, so there was no shame in it. Lynda took the opportunity to go console her and give her all the advice and recommendations she might need along the way. You got a long road ahead of you, honey. We’ll be here for you no matter what.

Fast forward. Turns out Cruz and Jackson make the cutest freaking baby anyone’s ever seen. She’s gonna be a heartbreaker for sure one day, they can tell. The media absolutely adores the little girl. They’re so burnt out of trying to come up with dramatic tabloid covers that they just accept the situation as it is. Plus, the readers and viewers would much rather see cute baby pictures than read about company conspiracy theories that somehow sprouted from a one-night stand between two racers.

Jackson is a bit jealous that Cruz gets all the attention. That’s his kid, too, you know. He deserves some credit, in his opinion. Still, he’s not stupid. He knows he can’t handle a newborn on his own, even with Gale’s help. Even when Cruz returns to racing and she’s not holding a baby all the time, she’s still more popular than him.

They strike an agreement. He can spend time with the baby while she’s an infant when Cruz is around to provide emergency support. They’ll get along enough for that. But once the kid comes to be three or four, they’ll start having joint custody of her. As much as it breaks Cruz’s heart to share, she knows that if Jackson wants to be a good dad, he deserves a chance.

They tolerate each other to the point of almost being friends. Almost. They can stand to be in the same space with each other for a couple hours at a time and not argue. Their love for their kid connects them, even if they’ll never feel anything for each other personally. As the child grows, they find a routine that works for them, and for being as dysfunctional as they are, it all works out.

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Twenty facts!  Tagged by @inthepurplefog.

I was born one day before Mount St. Helens erupted.  As such, I’ve always had an occasional fascination with it.

Despite growing up in Northeastern Ohio, I inexplicably have the inflections of my grandparents’ area, which is Tuscarawas County, which is well over an hour’s drive away.  I didn’t spend much time there, comparatively, but when I heard a recording of my own voice, I could hear the accent that’s very specific to them.  Oddly, my Dad -- who grew up there -- doesn’t so much sound like that to me.  My uncle, who still lives there, does; I sound a lot like him.

I have a hella deep voice.  My choir director at school had a whole slew of sopranos he made altos and then me, an actual alto.  I haven’t made/played music in a long time, but back then, he thought I was good enough to get a scholarship based on my voice.  I probably should have!

I played the slide trombone, too. And had art every year. XD

I saved a village once.  No kidding, not gaming, but an actual, factual real place.  It’s still on the map because of me.  I was nineteen at the time.  It wasn’t from a physical threat, but a political one, and I’m still proud of it.  So, if you ever think you’re too young to go fight political battles, don’t.  You, too, might save a village.

I’ve gone to court with the intent of fighting my own traffic ticket under the legal concept of ‘fruit of the poisonous tree’.  The cop dropped the charges on finding out I was married to another cop, but I still was dressed in a suit, with my law books, ready to go and put up a fight because he didn’t have probable cause to pull me over.  (Always know what probable cause is, folks.)

I lived for seven years in one of the worst areas of one of the most murderous cities in the nation.  I’ve held a man at gunpoint in my life.

By the way, I’m a mean shot with a revolver, but thankfully have only fired it at foaming, charging dogs with the intent to frighten and not kill.

I grew my first rose at that house.

I saw my neighbor’s dad die.  Or, I should say, I saw him immediately after a massive heart attack took him down.  I’ll never forget what that looks like.  A couple weeks later, I took his wife one of my roses and sat with her awhile.

Until the funeral for my grandmother - my last living grandparent -- I was always the one who stayed behind and guarded the house, per tradition.  For her, though, I was pall bearer.

I can define the eras of my life by what fandoms I was in at the time, either by what stories I was writing or what universes I was RPing in.

I left my abusive ex with 1500 and a battered Geo Metro, and six years later, I own a house, two cars, and have a decent start on a large savings account.  Learn how to budget young, my younger friends.  Believe me, the simple act of saving ten percent of each paycheck in a savings account and then promptly forgetting it exists will change things.  And yeah, it’s incredibly hard to do it when you don’t make much, but if you don’t do ten, then do five.  But do something, and here’s why: The safety net of that money can save your life, your home or your car or make sure you eat.  Because when bad shit happens, you won’t be using next month’s rent to pay for it.  Trust me on this one and try it.

I grew up by a lake, and I take everyone I love up to Conneaut on Lake Erie at least once while they’re here because I’ve spent some of the best days of my life there, with family or friends.

I love the ocean, I love sailing.  I love Maine.  I love these things in part for history, but also in part because in a fic I wrote when I was twenty-one (which took me seven years to finish), one of the main characters was from midcoast Maine.  I loved the story and him and all of it enough to go there myself many years later and I’d love to live there someday.  It makes me hella happy.

I do, indeed, work in a steel mill.  I don’t work for the company that owns it, I’m subcontracted, so I don’t make nearly enough money for the sheer level of work I do, but I love the job itself.  Which might sound strange, but it’s nice to work with people I know.  Not because I know them all personally -- though I’ve come to know a few well and many less well -- but because we’ve all got rust in our blood.  I know them because we’re a common people.  I get frustrated as hell when people blanket paint blue-collar types like these, who rely on manufacturing jobs, as somehow stupid or “nostalgic” because man, until you’ve lived here and really looked at the devastation caused to living, real people by having their only livelihoods taken away from them, and all of the rest of us who suffered from the economic tolls that leveled this area, all for the sake of some rich assholes profits, you don’t know what you’re talking about.

The first time I walked into my new job, I knew the smell of it instantly; familiar and it made me smile.  Because I’ve never worked in an actual steel mill before, but my maternal grandmother used to live near one and I’ve worked in other industrial buildings; heck, I kind of grew up in one!  There’s a smell to them, of oil and friction; I can’t describe it, except that it’s immediately recognizable to those who know it.

My former boss from my old job is one of my dearest friends; I consider him an adoptive father and I still go out to lunch with him.  Now that I’m a crew leader myself, I recognize so much of him in my own leadership style, and I told him that the other day, and I love how he smiles when he gets a compliment like that.  I might not be his blood daughter, but I sure love him enough to be one.

My blood family is scattered to the four winds.  I feel it sometimes, especially the older I get.  But I’m not sorry that I’ve adopted a family, too; people I love, friends I’d do anything for.

I have a lot of voices in my head that tell me that I can’t do things.  That I’m not smart enough, or not good enough, or I’m just faking everything.  It takes a lot of work to overcome those voices, but when I look back, I can sort of start to see that my life hasn’t been wasted.  Hopefully I’ll get even better at this as time goes on.

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Some more random thoughts and stuff for Completely Undeveloped Monster Petshop Game/I might end up calling it Moncrafter but I still don’t know if that sounds dumb or not. I NEED MORE NAME IDEAS!

* Monster Artisan? Monster Studio? Maybe try and think of other stuff that’s related to the alchemy crafting factor...

* And maybe there should be a catchy name for the monsters, rather than just calling them monsters? It kinda strikes me as something that’d make it TOO much of a Monster Rancher spiritual successor, yknow. That game kinda stands out in the genre for not having a name for the monsters! XD And I’ve decided that the origin of these guys is that they’re alchemically created familiars invented by rich folks with too much time on their hands. So maybe I should try and think of a more catchy way to say ‘homunculus’? Holms? Collect your holms! Craft your holms! Holm shop! Holm hugging! It could work! Also it’d kinda have a bit of sentimental attatchment for me, cos one of the hostels I used to live at was in Holmsdale Street. Homeless to holmfull! That place seriously saved my life. Alternatively, maybe ‘poppets’? Cos that’s cute sounding but it actually means the thing that pop culture calls a ‘voodoo doll’. They don’t really exist as part of vodoun religion, it was just a stupid stereotype that’s ended up engrained as common knowledge. Poppets were actually part of european and british superstition, so it sucks that nobody remembers this and you have people in those countries thinking of it as a big ol scary thing of someone else’s religion..

* I’ve been thinking about the creation methods for the holms, and thinking about it, and thinking about it SOME MORE, and seriously i’m practically writing actual petcare books in my head about these fictional critters!! I’m a lil grumpy tho cos we developed stuff a bit more and decided the plant dog would indeed have to be grass type, it’d be better to have something else be the main water type and just use the seaweed variant of the dog as the dual type crossbreed. Because it was REALLY CUTE imagining that idea of how you create them! Stirring a cauldron of magic potion until it clumps together into moss, and then refining and sieving it until you have a tiny barking marimo~ I can imagine that just a more traditionally elementally aligned version would be less endearing. Like a water type just pops out of the water and the rgass type grows in a regular plantpot. It doesn’t seem as fun as having to grow a sentient plant in a lil aquarium for dogs. ITS TWO THINGS! ITS TWO GREAT THINGS! So actually this makes me think about maybe if we make more of the creation spells involve different elements? And that could be like a positive set of elemental matchups, opposed to the negative ones in battle. So you could use your monsters to help make new monsters! And maybe the new baby dog picks up a good influence from its water type godparent, even though they don’t have any direct relation. Like, if you add fragments from parent monsters to the mixture, you get a fusion monster, but then the godparent could maybe add one extra skill inheritance, or maybe influence the stat build or personality values...?

* I was thinking that the maohs/whatever else I decide to call the grumpy fire fairies, well duh they’d be created from fire. So the alchemist crafts a candle with a special recipe, or maybe you have to write a spell in super small print on the wick? Yeah, that’d be cool, it’d be neat if they all had wildly different creation spells that all require different skills outside of just being good at magic. Hire a wandering calligrapher to assist in your pixie baking! Oh, or maybe with the positive elemental variations thing, perhaps light type monsters have really good calligraphy cos they’re the most Intelligence-specialized breed. Oh, or perhaps they’re good at helping to create dark types, cos they can cast more powerful shadows? BUT YEAH I imagined the fairy holms hatching in a weird cute way! The flame on the candle would burn continuously for several days, with the shape of the fairy growing in the centre. It would remain microscopic for 99% of its development, and then in the last hour or so the fire would blaze up to it’s full size! Keep sure to protect the workshop from this three minute doom bonfire, while also stoking it with coal so the baby grows up big and strong! By the time it subsides, you’ll have a fully formed child-sized monster, and probably half of a table left. :3 Also: imagine them chewing on logs instead of pacifiers!

* I had the odd idea that light types are created through song. Usually the holms require physical ingredients and some sort of recipe, but these ones get their reputation as holy creatures from the fact they come from nothing. There’s special hymns to summon them, and they have to be sung with enough skill, conviction, and purity of heart. So it still takes as much effort as other methods of alchemy, even though theoretically anyone could do it. Its even theoretically possible that you could summon a holy homunculus through ANY song, not just the special ones designed for that purpose. There’s tales of singing priests that’re just SO GOOD that holy beasts appear whenever they open their mouth! So they hold a vow of silence and only use this power in times of need. Though it could be considered a curse in other places, it’d suck to be a random opera singer and suddenly lose your career as a swarm of monsters divebomb the audience! And the even rarer ultimate tier legend is of the man who spoke words of such beauty that an angel appeared without even the need for song. Nobody has any record of this really happening, but it’s an enduring myth. The idea of finding that one perfect sentence that convinces gods to bend their will to you...! Or, on the other side of things, there’s the thought of someone whose intentions were so pure that even their most humble, inelegant plea for help could make the heavens cry. So yeah, a lot of potential in this idea of musical monster making~!

* Oh, and I think that after your song actually summons a light monster, they still go through the same ‘kinda like an egg without the egg’ phase that all the others do. Instead of being inside a candle or a cauldron, they’re just kinda... slowly phasing into our laws of reality. You can tell when a song summons a holy beast cos there will be a little glow in the air, like a snowflake frozen in mid-fall. And then it’ll slowly turn into a translucent outline of the monster, and then it eventually gains solidity and becomes fully aware. So they can be a little annoying because it’s completely impossible to move the egg once it’s appeared. You’re just stuck with this intangeable glowy blob that gets brighter every day- sucks if it appeared in the middle of your office! And it also means that it’s easier to accidentally create a monster. You might just not notice a speck of light that happened to land in an awkward place after your seemingly failed summoning. Then the poor lil thing hatches under the floorboards or something, and ends up wandering out all confused and becoming a scary stray monster in the woods! Homunculi aren’t really designed to be independant in the wild, they’re not merely domesticated but literally CREATED to serve humans... T_T

* OH and also the purpose of holy type holms is to be a ‘guidance’ familiar. They were crafted to be like an artificial computer that could potentially grow more intelligent than humans, and answer the great questions of the world. (Though, I mean, the equivelant of computers in an ancient magical civilization that has no idea what computers are!) These manmade angels are meant to be able to see into the future, and commune with the will of the real gods, and calculate things that aren’t humanly possible. They would be given seemingly high roles in society as advisors to great kings, with their opinions valued higher than any human in the country. But they had no real freedom, living their lives in cages with their only exposure to the outside world being their extensive programs of constant unceasing lessons in every discipline imagineable. Many of them would eventually snap under the pressure, leading to a reputation of the species as fiendish tricksters that live outside the boundaries of human morality and NEED to be restrained or else they’d be dangerous. This is likely why the rumours started of them being able to be summoned any time anyone speaks ANYTHING, with the implication that they might have existed forever and humans never really created them... So... yeah, they’re one of the few species of monster that’s actually seen some benefit from the art of alchemy becoming a hobby of the idle rich! Nowadays they’re just one in a million monsters that’re bred for status, with both their ‘holy’ and ‘demon’ reputations being long forgotten. And they get to see what it’s like to be pampered pets ^_^ Unfortunately, holy types are one of the longest living homunculi, so some elderly ones still remember those bygone eras and hold resentment towards humanity. Their secondary purpose of acting as living relics to the past... its kinda backfiring... (random idea for a boss battle, lol!)

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More Cathedral Tower Defense thoughts! Its a day of these!

* Frustratingly I actually thought up a name for the town/home base area of the game, and I ended up forgetting it through stupid circumstances. I thought it up while playing another game, I used it as the name of my house there so i wouldnt forget. But then i didnt really enjoy the game and I uninstalled it and now i cant remember what the damn name was! I didnt backup my save file :P I just know it was ‘[something] Abbey’? And it was like a name that was also gonna be the name of a famous folk hero who founded the place.

* Oh and I dunno if I ever explained it but the premise is gonna be basically that the church and the town are the same thing. The country has been at war for so long that this place was once a simple place of worship but became a sanctuary for people chased out of their homes, and ended up just expanding and developing into this. It was the only place that managed to survive the seige, by becoming self sufficient with a whole damn mini town inside! So its gonna be like a castle type place, a whole indoor civilization surrounded by walls that have to fend off constant attacks. From both the opposing army and asshole bandits who just like to take advantage of the opportunity :P And its kinda be like rune factory basically, i just wanna make this town super endearing so you dont mind spending most of your time limited to one area. (aside from dungeons) But the place would change quite a bit as the game goes on, you;d have more control over developing it and really see the progress! the kind of thing i got excited for in dragon age inquisition and then it failed to live up to my expectations. Alas!

* I also had names for the two currently developed demon species but I forgot those too >_< My friend helped me think them up during a fun conversation and then i forgot to write it down and we couldnt find the chat log! I can kinda remember the plant one, or if this wasnt exactly what it was then its what its gonna be now, lol. I think Viexar or Viexnar? Its fun to just indulge my pure nonsense creativity and make up words in a fantasy language, instead of having to do hours researching proper real names with real meanings. Summon-Daze helped me out with this by showing me a name generator that mashes syllables together from real mythological names to make new words that sound genuinely fantasyish! Wish I could remember the link! Oh and I’m pretty sure the name we thought up for malachi’s rocky species was something that ended in -och or -ich? i just remember I brought up the Tamatoch monster from Jade Coccoon 2 and wanted something similar. It might have been something-loch?

* Okay I found another demon name generator here and I dunno if its the same one: http://www.seventhsanctum.com/generate.php?Genname=adname Names that are cool and I could possibly use for something: Raspiel, Salurin, Gremzuhn, Meolohr, Lamboch, Zeimar, Nehael, Edahoel, Alasis, Lutanon, Atzsaz, Tibemael, Adehasp

* I think the different religions of the setting would all have their own ‘gods’, even though theyre more like different sects of the same religion worshipping the same god. Because their views of The Shattering are so wildly different, they each perceive this god as looking and acting different, so much so that it looks like there’s a whole pantheon of gods even though they each only believe one of them actually exists. Hard to explain, lol! And I think since theyre all meant to be the same person as interpreted by different sects, there’d be only one name for god, but still each sect would have to have a name to distinguish each other, yknow? Ummm.. a random name I just made up off the top of my head- Malahat! So lets say the god is called Malahat. Everyone would worship malahat, but their own personal religion’s interpretation might be Malahat The Hunter, or Malahat The Blind, or etc. They’d go by those ‘The Something’ type names when you’re talking about comparing the religions, yknow? But Malahat The Blind might be SO different from Malahat The Hunter that they could be compared to like Zeus and Vishnu. Hell, people can’t even agree on what malahat’s gender is! Hmm, maybe there’s one religion that has malahat as a shadowy ambiguous figure and their teachings are like ‘nobody can possibly know what they were like, it’s sacrilage to try and find out’. Man I have a lot of ideas already! Also i really like the name malahat, its weird how that just popped into my head when ive taken ages to think of names for everything else XD ...wow and actually that’d be an excuse for malachi to be a religious name in-universe too even though christianity and judaism dont exist. Cool how that works out! I should think harder about making sure to avoid real life names that wouldnt make sense in-universe tho. And this is why word-names like Amity would be useful, that still sounds religious in any universe without being super specific to christianity. patience and temperance and charity and etc are virtues in quite a lot of religions, even if theyre specifically christian names in the west. Hmm, actually I wonder how many names from other cultures have similar meanings? man im going offtopic now lol, i am both hyper and dead tired XD i’ll go to bed now and make a post listing my ideas of the five religions tomorrow