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Pt 2 of Popstar!Reader x Saja Boys
Here's part one!
Summary: It’s been months since you first met the boys with them rising in popularity and you coming back from your hiatus you hardly have time to spend with them, but when you finally do you find them hungry for something more than fame.
A/N: y’all gave so much attention to my first post omg I was not expecting it to gain that much attention 😭 here you go my lovelies. Listening to pied piper while writing this was heavenly
Word count: 2.2k
Part 3 will include smut! Please be patient with me, I've been busy with work and some personal issues.
Tag list: @floredaqueen @bleufu1 @brights-place @crescent-z @gremlinartstudio @xiaopeepee @puppyminnnie @ri-eveowe @calmmell @lysira340

“Ah I’m exhausted!”
Another successful dance practice, it’s been months since you first met the Saja Boys and it’s been wonderful!
They’ve grown so much in such a short amount of time, they have their own fan base, have done variety shows, the even have their own light sticks! The only problem is that you’ve hardly had any time to see them with your own concerts and shows and it’s starting to weigh on you a bit.
You’re sure you’ll be able to see them again, in person that is. You’ve been messaging them as often as you can so it hasn’t been completely unbearable.
You currently find yourself in your practice room, shirt off, sports bra on and flat on the floor with your shorts on. The comfiest you can be in a hot room. You get your next song set up and ready to go on the speakers when you hear a knock on the door, you let the music play out as you open the door to be greeted by the Saja Boys.
“Guys! Oh my goodness! Come here,” you hug the nearest one, that being romance who eagerly takes in the hug and leaves one arm wrapped around your shoulder, with a smug grin that you’re unable to see.
“I haven’t seen you all in so long! Sometimes I really hate my schedule,” you complain but now getting a burst of energy, you’re oblivious to the stares that are thrown your way. Not really at you, more at the arm around your shoulder, they can feel coils wrapping in their chest, hot and blistering at wanting it to be their own.
You remain unknown to their feelings as you’re bringing them into the practice room, eager to speak with them after it being so long. Thank goodness you were just practicing by yourself so you don’t have to worry about your wonderful backup dancers having to wait for you!
The boys make themselves comfortable as you walk through the room after closing the door.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you guys! I was just practicing a bit before you knocked, what’s going on?”
The boys were in various seating position, Mystery sitting on the floor next to Baby who was sucking on a lollipop. Romance was leaning against the wall staring in your direction while Jinu and Abby were near the speaker that was still playing music.
You pause the song to better pay attention to the boys, but Jinu just shook his head.
“Just wanted to see our favorite girl, you can keep practicing, pretend we’re not here,” Jinu smiles at you while you give a nervous smile.
You’re happy to see them but this particular song you were gonna… choose a position, well it should be fine right? You smile and rewind the song pausing it before going back to practicing.
“Only if you’re sure…” you nervously smile, giving him a last chance.
Abby just shakes his head at you, “yes we’re sure, princess.”
Oh he does not know what that does to you, a shiver goes down your spine as you sigh before turning back to the mirror in front of you. The layout of the room lets it so that there’s one floor to ceiling mirrored wall which you’re dancing in front of. The boys being leaned up against the wall in the back, letting you see the boys as you start dancing and singing along to the song.
“Don’t have to tell your hot ass a thing, oh yeah you just get it.”
Baby looks up from his phone as Romance nudges him with his foot.
“Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit, God bless your dad’s genetics, mm,” you sing, missing the way that the boys eyes darken at the verse, but do catch the way they seem to be watching you a bit more intently as your eyes quickly flit away. Gotta stay professional.
“You make me wanna make you fall in love, oh, late at night I’m think ‘bout you, ah.”
The boys are thoroughly enjoying the performance, Abby’s gaze watching the way your hips move, Mystery letting his eyes watch your legs. Jinu looks you up and down as you sing, “Wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs? Oh, I hear you knockin', baby, come on up."
Jinu imagines just what they could be doing with said pink hand cuffs, as you continue no longer paying attention to the boys. You miss the way Baby and Romance readjust themselves in their sitting positions.
“I know you want my touch for life. If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno,” you slightly dip down with one leg posed out. Romance follows the curve of your leg as you stick it out.
You continue dancing and singing while the boys watch on. They watch until you hit one specific line.
“You make me wanna make you fall in love. Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you, ah-ah. Wanna try out some freaky positions?”
You get down on your knees, turn to the side and stick your hips up, curving your back so you’re in doggy position while looking in the mirror. Gulping before saying lowly, “have you ever tried this one?”
Jinu and Abby take in deep breathes before letting out slow breathes, nearly scruffing the other boys to keep them from grabbing you. Mystery does his best to keep heat from going down his face, but his lip wobbles as the position you were in flashes in his mind.
Baby and Romance aren’t doing much better, imagining you bent over while their hands roam your hips. Gripping your flesh and kneading it while they have their way with you.
You are none the wiser as you continue, getting off the floor. Continuing in the song while the boys barely restrain themselves from stopping and going to have their way with you.
"Adore me, hold me and explore me, Mark your territory, tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one," you sing calmly now kneeling on the floor bringing one hand up the middle of your chest to rest on your neck. Jinu's eyes briefly flash to his demon eyes as he clenches his jaw and crosses his arms to keep a hold of himself.
"Adore me, hold me and explore me, I'm so fuckin' horny," Baby clenches his jaw so hard, he swears a tooth cracked, "tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one," You slowly drag the hand from your throat down your chest and navel before getting off the floor.
You continue until you finish the last chorus of the song, slightly out of breath before you sit on the floor with your legs out and head tipped back.
"Ah, I'm so tired," you mutter out while gulping down some air, "that song is so dirty," you laugh a little bit with your eyes closed.
You fail to notice the way the five men are looking at you. The way they rake their eyes over your form, to the way your head is tipped back, to the way your chest rises and falls. Watching how you really are in almost the perfect position for them to grab your head and use it how they want.
Jinu is the first to move, walking silently to stand just behind where your head is. You only notice he's there when the light dims behind your eyelids, cracking them open and blinking in surprise as you look up in surprise.
You make a slight noise, now seeing how this position is not exactly the most innocent looking. Now moving so your head is looking in front of you. Heat crawls up your face as you look at the other four and they are in different states after the dance.
Coughing a bit to ease the tension you smile a little at the boys deciding to tease them.
"Enjoy the dance, boys?"
You say in a teasing voice, not expecting a serious answer, not even expecting any answer at all. It's not until you look towards Mystery and see him shudder a bit at what you said that you feel a little awkward. It's not the first time you've danced like that in front of men, hell not even the first time you've danced in front of attractive men, but something about them is just different.
Something about them just makes you feel different.
"You guys are being oddly quiet, what happened, was it silly?" Now a little self-conscious, you swallow your spit.
Jinu, still the closest towards you bends a little and pushes your head so it tips back to look him in the eyes.
"Quite the opposite, actually," he mutters, eyes lidded as they watch the sweat drip from your chin down to between your cleavage.
"The opposite, huh," you respond back not daring to break the eye contact between Jinu and you. Not until you see movement from behind him and watch Abby move to stand in front of the door blocking anyone from looking in.
Romance is the next to move, nearing you as he crouches down next to your ear and whispers, "we quite enjoyed it actually, especially that little pose of yours."
Your face heats as you clench your jaw when you can feel how close he is from how his breath is hitting your ear. You dare to look away from Jinu and look towards Romance, noting how his eyes are looking across your face wondering just how flushed he could make it from putting you in other positions.
"Do you do a different position each time or the same one?" Baby asks as he walks to move in front of you. Standing in front while looking down, scanning your face.
"I do- I uh choose a different pose each time, that's kind of the- the gag," wincing a bit at your word choice, " behind it, that there's a lot of positions," you respond back suddenly very aware of where you are. Baby hums a bit, his eyes going up as if in deep thought.
"So that means you know more positions? Hm?"
Mystery pipes up still seated against the wall.
"How many do you know?"
Abby asks, his head tilted up as he watches through the door for anyone coming down the hall.
You think briefly about getting up, but before you can make any move Baby is crouched down on his heels between your legs, looking you in your eyes. Smirking a bit, he watches your face in some satisfaction at how bashful you get.
You’re caged on essentially all sides, Jinu behind you, Romance to your right and Baby crouched in front of you. You couldn’t move even if you tried, if you wanted to move that is.
“I uh,” you clear your throat feeling it get dry at the gazes that are on you, “yeah I, I know a few more.”
"Yeah? Show us."
Abby all but demands from you, still positioned in front of the door, occasionally flicking his eyes out. You can feel your heart stutter as your mouth drops open at his words, "I, you don't really want that. It ruins the surprise!"
You awkwardly laugh out, playing with your hair nervously. Romance takes your hand from your hair and rubs the back of it slowly. Breathing heavily, your eyes flick to Romance's and you swallow as your face flushes.
Jinu chuckles behind you, leaning down to your left ear before breathing out, "don't feel like you have to, you can say no, princess."
Your chest rises and falls quickly at the sound of Jinu's voice breathing huskily in your ear. Just as you go to move, Abby whistles from the door alerting the guys to someone approaching from down the hall. In just a second, all the boys move away from you, leaving you with your eyes blown wide and feeling heat pooling in your lower belly.
You curse whoever was coming down the hall for stopping this from going even further.
It's now been a week since that moment in the dance room and things have slowly been progressing ever since. There have been lingering touches, like Jinu placing his hand on your waist when going behind you to grab something. Abby pulling your hair to the side to purposefully speak into your ear, putting his arm around your shoulder. Baby will speak directly into your ear sometimes, breathing into it leading to you getting shivers down your spine.
Let's not even start with Romance, he is regularly grabbing your waist and grabbing the back of your neck and rubbing it, calling you names like 'sweetheart' and 'babe' while looking into your eyes. Mystery is the only one who's been more subtle with his affection, bringing you your favorite drinks and snacks. Though he can get touchy sometimes, but not often.
They've slowly been getting closer and closer to you, it's now that you guess they've finally had it as you're surrounded by them in your apartment after inviting them over to finally spend some time with them.
You think you've definitely gotten into something you can't get out of.
#huntr/x#huntrix#jinu x reader#kpop demon hunters#saja boys#saja boys x reader#jinu#x reader#kdh mystery x reader#kdh#jinu kdh#rumi kdh#jinu kpdh#kdh romance x reader#kdh abby x reader#kdh baby x reader#kdh jinu x reader
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lads isekai au ch 10
reader is gender neutral, warning: swearing, mdni
masterlist
first 1
previous 9
next 11
(q/a for any confused readers!!)
caleb got the week off. a weeks vacation from the fleet he decided to spend with the two of you. you and mia decided to share a room while he took yours, not wanting to doom him to the couch. but you all did cuddle there. you were used to mia's casual touches, and understood as close as they were, they'd be touchy too. but tell me why you were smooshed between them?
"can you pass my drink over?"
mia let out a hum, grabbing caleb's soda from the side table and stealing a sip before handing it off. he reached over you, taking it with a huff.
"that wasn't an invite to steal some."
"it was just a tax for giving it to you."
"tax my ass! you have your own pips!"
do you know how you got here? no. but it's nice. it feels normal after missions and wanderers and sylus. from the photo books, you had assumed only you and mia were close, but you supposed that you would have been spending time with him as well. caleb wouldn't have left his pipsqueak for long. there had been plenty of photos of birthdays, sleepovers, and playdates together. when the soda makes it's trip back towards mia, you snatch it, taking a sip yourself. caleb lets out a squawk while mia cackles with amusement.
"not you too poppy!"
"yes! join the dark side!"
you let out your own laugh, handing off the soda to mia who finished it. caleb whine, flopping back against the couch.
"i'm being ganged up on. this is hardly fair..."
"sucks to suck, buddy."
caleb retaliated by poking into mia's side, pulling a squeak from her lips.
"i'm gonna go get another. you two, behave."
while he got up to get another soda, the two of you watched the tv. after a bit, mia hummed softly, tapping your arm.
"you doing okay? you've been real quiet... i'm sorry if caleb being here startled you. i just thought maybe with him around, you might... talk to me."
you felt a fresh pang of guilt, you hand coming to rest over hers. blocking her out was hardly fair, especially when on her end, she had done nothing wrong. if anything, you were the one hiding things.
"oh- no, mia, i'm sorry. i understand why. and i'm sorry i haven't... explained. i just have a lot on my mind... i guess i'm a little scared to ruin everything..."
"you could never ruin everything."
she completely turned to face you, taking both your hands in hers.
"you are my best friend. i've known you since i was 10. i'm going nowhere, you understand? you are stuck with me."
you bit your lip, squeezing her hands as conflicting emotions washed over you. you weren't who she thought you were. but you did care for her.
"... even though it involves sylus...?"
she seems surprised with the uses of his name, a beat passing before she recovered herself. right, she had called him skye before in front of you.
"... even though it involves sylus. i'm sure it's just a misunderstanding. we can figure it out together."
you huffed softly, closing your eyes. mia took the moment to press her forehead to yours, intertwining your fingers.
it wasn't her fault really. she had no way of knowing what this would do to you.
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your eyes fluttered open, soft beams of light shining through dappled leaves and window panes. you sigh happily as the smell of herbs permeate the air, born from the drying plants hanging around your cabin. the bird song outside is muffled, but it brings even more peace to a relaxing morning.
you're a witch of the woods. someone only spoken of in fear and distrust by the nearest village- a village miles from your hidden cottage. but who needs them? not you, clearly. are you lonely? maybe, but being lonely is sometimes better then being hurt. a lesson you took to heart years ago.
"good morning, baby boy. did you sleep well?"
you cooed softly to the sleepy ball of fur at the end of your bed, some mix between wild and domestic you never bothered to look into. he's your adopted son, thats all that mattered. your mornings were always slow and lazy. there was no need to rush in getting dressed in loose fitting tunics and pants. your hair was easily and messily tucked in a half up do, longer loose stands framing your face. tossing over a long, enchanted cape for bugs and you could happily leave the house for foraging. of course, every plan was ruined when you were met with a lost looking girl on your doorstep.
she startled when she saw you, standing straighter and gripping her bag strap.
"are you the witch who lives here?"
"no, i'm their cat."
you replied sarcastically, closing the door and deciding to just ignore her. she was probably after some potion or other to fix one problem or another. it's better to see if she gives up then give in right away. forage like usual.
you ignored the hesitant footsteps behind you as you threaded through trees and plant growth, picking whatever you happened to need. berries here, sprigs there. she followed through it all, a few steps back. silent and watching, waiting. she didn't bother to speak until you returned to the cottage, hesitating in your door as you placed your basket on the counter.
"... do you make potions?"
"sure i do. do i make potions for lost little girls? that is another question."
she huffed at that, seeming to grow braver with her indignant answer.
"one, i'm not a little girl. two, i'm not lost. i wanted to find you and i did."
you glanced up as she stood across your counter, narrowing your eyes.
"thirdly, i am willing to pay whatever price you may have. then i will happily leave you to your foraging."
brave, this one. sassy too.
"... fine. go fill that bucket with water. the river is a straight shot past the willow tree. don't get lost and i'll consider it."
she seemed hesitant to take your offer, but it wasn't for long. she left you, bucket in hand, allowing you to finish organizing your herbs before she returned.
once you had everything settled, bucket of water included, you sat across from the strange girl. her aura held power, her fate intertwined with so much that it was more of a balled up knot then a stand of thread. despite her age, you could see a tiredness in her eyes, a tiredness that spoke of experience and heartbreak.
"why don't we start with names. my name is mia."
you gave her your own, saying only your given name, lacking any embellishments. it seemed to slightly annoy her, most likely finding your tone too dismissive, but you both ignored it.
"getting straight to business, i need you to make a memory potion for me. i need to forget."
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n3w memory uNloc̸k̷ed 5 star solar-slot memory p̸a̴i̶r̷ [e̸r̸r̷o̶r̷: flora's forage]
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hello!!
i come bearing both a new chapter annnnnnd art!
this would be what mia/mc is wearing in the card. it's a little messy cause i pumped it out in like 30-45 minutes, but this is the general idea. i already have a design for yours too, but well... its a card pair, isn't it? :)
thank you for reading!!
-chara <3

#lads#lads mc#lads x reader#love and deepspace#caleb x reader#lads caleb#lads rafayel#lads sylus#lads xavier#rafayel x reader#lads zayne#sylus x reader#zayne x reader#xavier x reader
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wow. today is one whole year since i posted chapter one of tough and sweet (like you and me) :') <3
nearly 200,000 words and endless hours of love (and insanity) poured into that shit. got me through a really rough year and i'll forever be grateful for the way it pulled me out of bed every day and made me fall back in love with writing.
forever thankful too for all the ridiculously kind comments and messages i've received about it; i really do go through and reread them so so often, and it means more than i can ever put into words. it's been incredibly motivating to come back to comments while i'm writing, especially on the days where i question whether i have it in me to keep going and finish what i started. would not have made it even half as far as i have without your encouragement and love, and i'm so happy that some of you have been able to find a home or any sort of comfort in the universe i created, in the same way that i built a home for myself in it.
i know i've been pretty quiet here this year, and things fic-related have been moving slower than the rapid-fire pace of last year lol. life's been a whole lot of ups and downs, busy and overwhelming in ways i wish it wasn't and in ways i'm extremely grateful for. so much has changed but i'm still here, the TAS boys aren't going anywhere — they're just taking their time. :) thanks for letting me take mine, thanks for your patience, thanks for everythinggg.
i wish i had a progress update or something! i wanted to have ch13 done by today to post on the one year anni, but i'm still chipping away at it, so all i've got are my thanks and i guess maybe some snippets in the future, if i ever drag myself back onto social media. i hope y'all have been doing well and i hope you have a good summer <3 see you aroundddd :-)
#tough and sweet fic#sorry for all the unanswered dms too or for anyone i worried disappearing#sometimes (too often) i just need to ditch the internet and bury myself away and it will happen again. and again etc <3#but i'm always trucking on i promise :)#hard to believe who's sitting in my room next to me as i type this because of this silly fic/fandom. i'm so so lucky
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Hello! Been a while since I've done a prompt but thought this was a fun idea! (Yes it's dcxdp)
Danny is one of Tim's bio parents and here's how it happened, Jack and Janet have been wanting a child for awhile (whether as an heir or just because is to be determined) but because they do archaeology they get access to the Ghost Kings summoning somehow.
In which they summon Danny who at this point has been king for hundreds of not thousands of years and looks at little Eldritch, they ask him for a child of their own and he accepts with the stipulation that he also becomes a parent (Danny who kinda has turned into a mother hen towards Dani and with a new child Dani won't complain anymore about how smothering he is)
So he then becomes Tim's parent who he sees on the weekend or whenever he wants to visit (Tim is never left alone by himself, Danny is always there or left with Danny on purpose) and while Tim doesn't have any powers cause he doesn't have any near death experience, Danny still teaches him all about the infinite realms and Tim being a Technical Prince when he dies. So when he becomes Robin Tim already knows all about his Papas vigilante days and the things to stay away from, tho Danny did give him a necklace for Tim to call Danny for when he needs help.
In which case when Jacks is in a coma and Janet dead Danny of course stays with Tim and legally takes Tim in as his son, and Bruce finds this out in the most hilarious way (well angsty for Bruce but Danny will fight him if he tries to adopt his baby)
#tim drake#batman#danny phantom#dc comics#dc#bruce wayne#janet drake#jack drake#ghost king danny#eldritch danny#danny is tims dad#dc x dp#dc x dp crossover#dc x dp prompt#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc au#summoning#danny will start growling at bruce if he tries to adopt his kid#will also ghost blast Jason if the titans tower incident happens
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been dying to formally introduce these guys for months now FINALLY got a general ref done. designs for sales and mean as their own individual....designs! which i made for my own nefarious purposes, but if this is something you ever had need or want for your own you're welcome to them.
i'm fascinated by how willfully confusing the game is about what traits belong to what side whenever there's any call to distinguish between them; the voices and colors and such have all been assigned to a contradictory side at least once and it's an extremely cool way to portray that despite ena's duality theming, she's still very much one being & it's futile to try and draw lines about where one part of her ends and the other begins. but, yknow.... it's interesting to try and do so anyway, and a very fun challenge to make something that still line up with my interpretations of each's role in the bigger picture.
anyway. rambling about my own business with them under cut
ok if you're down here i will be blunt. i made them for unbelievably toxic selfcest. really obsessed with how worker ena is kind of just the absolute worst to and for herself. mean Cannot Fucking Stand sales, and sales is... as indifferent and uncaring towards mean as they are to everything else.
it's intentionally very nebulous how much each are "themselves" vs. the whole entity of "ena", but the important vibe is just that they both know basically everything there is to know about the other and how they work. no lying to or hiding from themselves through the other, which is something ena loooooves to do normally. shes got to confront it here.
for sales i suppose there is.... the satisfaction of being effortlessly great at what they do. mean is a tough nut to crack but they have explicit insider knowledge of how to do so, and again for her own lack of desire to engage with anything, really just kind of lets them do whatever; meanie is really just to all ends their favorite to mess with. and while she's definitely way more dependent on them than they are on her, they do also need her to keep them in check since their "doesn't give a shit" nature also extends to their own being and they're bad at recognizing/respecting their own limitations and weaknesses as well.
this being what it is i haven't made much effort to give them actual extrinsic reasons for being/staying together; being part of the same entity means They Just Are A Pair And That's How It Is; but there's maybe something there in the ways of "sales really likes getting to do as they please and mean puts up with WAY more of their shit than anyone else", + "mean is just glad to not have to engage with anything herself and knows they know her better than anyone else will".
there's an unfortunate amount of....trust? which is a word i that does not feel right to use here, but i've been unable to find a better one-- on her part, in the general familiarity they both have; in knowing no matter how much they piss her off that they're not going to try any shit to actually hurt her; being the same being and all, it would be detrimental to them both. meanie is also, i would say, Rather Particular, and feels like she hasn't got much else outside of them- which im going to be frank seems pretty damn substantiated by the game, but for the sake of this isolated dynamic i suppose it comes more from the passive dehumanization she’s been with from sales’ never giving a shit about her.
it does bear to stress also that they are both terrible. don't get me wrong, salesperson is way more of a piece of shit and i do generally think meanie is getting the short end of the stick here, but also they aren't harmful by intent and meanie is still very much... well, mean about everything, on purpose, and even if it doesn't really phase sales at all i think somewhere she enjoys getting to take out that vitriol on someone, even if it is herself. maybe even especially then.
anyway i dont normally release wip's this scrappy but it's all i've got rn and it's tested well in friend circles for getting ppl on board w/ what im trying to cook so here's an Extremely basic vibes sketch
come with me. my awesome ship where everything sucks and nothing is good.
#whew. ok i think thats everything for a general overview. if u couldnt tell they live in every corner of my brain.#gonna put 'em on artfight in a few bc eaugooughhgghghh#ena dream bbq#ena joel g#ena#worker ena#arting#enaposting#keeping this one as sfw as i can possibly be with it. some....indicative wording still made its way in there i think#but im not going pretend they were built on anything else. this is new for the tag but anyone following me already knows.#oh right yeah also#salesmeanie#i guess is what we call that
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Homemade Khachapuri
(and no this isn't the most traditional please don't come for me)
In honour of being a Veilguard junkie and the way Neve and Bellara sold that whole conversation, I decided to take a whack at Khachapuri. I'm white as sin and made some mild tweaks so don't hold me at knife point for cultural accuracy I beg.
Go grab a measuring cup and fill it with:
• 180ml of warm water
• 1 tsp granulated white sugar
• 2½ tsp active dry yeast
Give that a brief, gentle whisk to make sure the yeast and sugar get acquainted, then cover that with a cloth and set aside for a good 15-20 minutes. If your yeast mix has made a foamy set up on top by the time you come back for it, you're golden that's exactly whatcha wanna see.

Now go get a decent sized bowl and add:
• 300 grams of flour (all purpose or bread)
• 2 tsps table salt
• 2 tbsp extra virgin olive oil
• 2 tbsp heavy cream or half n half (you can also use 3 tbsp of dry milk powder if you're feeling bougie instead)

Once your yeast is looking yeasty, you'll want to pour it right into the bowl (don't forget to scrape the cup for leftovers!).
Now you'll need to knead this mixture for 10 whole minutes! You can put all this in a stand mixer. However, I'm unhinged and a traditionalist and wanted to have fun with it. So I grabbed a glove, greased it with olive oil, and went to town jamming to Heilung until my timer scared the hell outta me. I think I did pretty damn good for being left-handed with the general strength of a wet washcloth.

Once your bread dough is kneaded to perfection, grease a bowl lightly with olive oil and plop your dough in. Cover that with a kitchen towel and let it rest somewhere warm and dry for the next hour and a half or until it's doubled in size.
I think we can safely assume mine did pretty okay.

While waiting on the dough to rise, get to work on your cheese mix.
You'll want about 150 grams each of your 3 cheese blend. Traditionally, Khachapuri is made with Ricotta, Feta, and Mozzarella. But I wanted to try making it with cheeses closer to what I might find in Dragon Age so I swapped the Ricotta and Feta for Parm and a Triple Creme Cambozola. Because Laird (my Rook) LOVES blue cheese and bc I couldn't find any Emmantal but swiss wasn't strong enough for me.
Don't overthink trying to cut soft ripened cheese just do your best.
You also want to grate about 4 cloves of garlic! Because I used a much heavier creme cheese, and bc I'm a garlic monster, I added 2 extra. The tube paste garlic would also work here.
Then about 2 tbsp of parsley!

Now comes the messiest part. Actually building the shape of the Khachapuri.
Pull your dough when ready and punch it down back to size. Entirely optional but since I used bread flour I fid a few stretch and folds before dividing it up.
Cut it up into four even balls and sprinkle some flour onto your counter top. This dough is sticky, so I ended up using about 1/4 of a cup.
You'll wanna roll them out into an oval-esque shape, about a third of an inch thick. Make it too thin and the base of the bread will tear and get mushy.
Once rolled out, transfer them to a well oiled baking sheet with parchment paper. This is where we stuff the crust!
Take as much mozzarella as your heart desires and line the edges. Carefully fold it over and crimp into the bottom. Don't want all that cheese splooting to the inner part.
Once they're stuffed and folded, toss them back into a warm dry place to proof for about 45 minutes!

And we're almost done! Stick with me!
Once proofed, wipe those edges with a light eggwash and put your cheese mix in the center!
Now, traditionally it's JUST the cheese mix but this was my whole dinner so I added some veggies for flava flav. Personally I've been on a jalapeno kick which is weird because usually mild buffalo sauce is enough to make my nose run.
Heat your oven to 375°F and pop these in for 25 minutes.

Now to make this more authentic to the Gregorian style, pull them at 25 minutes, crack an egg on top, and cook them the rest of the way for an additional 10 minutes or until the egg whites are set.
Gods feeling favourable, congratulations! You just made Khachapuri from scratch!

Tagging @yappacadaver @strugglinggranola @andthekitchensinkao3 @redheadsramblings and @thenymphia bc you all said yes to this when I originally asked x3 also @trage-deigh bc I saw your reblog and didn't want the algorithm to leave you out ✌️
#dragon age the veilguard#khachapuri#paramortality cooks?#honestly these came out absolutely fire I was surprised.
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Everyone has their own theories about why Virgil dislikes Janus and vice versa, but something I've been thinking about is, maybe Virgil 'hates' Janus and Remus because they didn't show up while he was ducking out.
Now think about it. We don't know what ducking out actually is a real-life equivalent for, but it's pretty fandom wide accepted I think that it was either Virgil quitting his job, or a suicide attempt. Either way it's very clear it's a serious thing to the sides and Thomas regardless.
So when Virgil ducked out, its made pretty clear he didn't expect any of the sides to come looking for him, especially not the ones who have been directly contributing to how he's been feeling, even if on accident. So he's pretty surprised when they do show up, and talk about how much he is needed for Thomas and how they all don't hate him. Which convinces him to duck out and the series continues. Yadda yadda, but the interesting thing to talk about is that Virgil never expected Thomas and probably the other sides to figure out he'd ducked out, so he probably thought that if anyone was coming to tell him this wasn't worth it, it was Janus and Remus.
And then, the guys who have consistently been mean to him and told him Thomas didn't need him, show up, apologize for the way he's been treated and tell him Thomas does need him. But Janus and Remus don't. The people he's lived with for most of his life, aren't there to tell him he's important or needed.
I'm not saying Janus and Remus didn't/don't care about Virgil. I think that when he ducked out it was very possible they couldn't get into his room, or since Roman, Patton, and Logan only realized what was wrong when they directly interacted with Thomas, maybe they didn't realize what Virgil had done in time to stop him, or maybe they simply thought Virgil was sulking and didn't realize the severity of how bad he'd been feeling.
So if I was Virgil, I'd be pretty upset that Logan, Roman, Patton, and Thomas made and effort and managed to find me, but they didn't. I don't think that's the only reason they don't have a good relationship, but I feel like it could have significantly added to why Virgil dislikes them.
Just a theory though
#virgil sanders#janus sanders#remus sanders#sanders sides theory#sanders sides#pre accepting anxiety#pre aa#tw suic1de
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Our Lady of Sorrows
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Chapter 1
Relationship: Gerard Way x Reader. Frank Iero x Reader
Tags: love triangles, slow burn, meet-cute, angst, fluff, falling in love, unrequited love, love confessions, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, awkward flirting, love at first sight
Summary: Gerard goes to a venue hosting local artists on a whim one day and sees you. Completely enamoured, he makes it his mission to see you again.
You see him, too. And you wonder what made him stand so close to the stage.
Frank sees the both of you.
(or the formation of mcr but you're there, and you have a special bond with gerard. frank is your long time friend, and the reason you got into music)
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It all started with a gig.
There was an event held for up-and-coming artists held at the local theater. Everyone who had even the tiniest bit of footing in the world of music was to attend. You were no different, and you and your band were giddy with both excitement and nerve. Since it would be your first ever real gig.
Like, one with an actual crowd. At an actual place that was meant for concerts instead of the parks and basements you were used to. And more importantly, with people who had actual connections to people in the industry.
A chance to make it.
"Nervous?"
You turned to the side, "What do you think, Frank?"
Frank offered you a sip of his water, which you respectfully declined because even water felt like it would just regurgitate out of you at that moment.
"You have got to relax."
"Easy for you to say..."
"Look, you act like i'm some kind of fuckin'... master at this or something. But I'm not. I've only been at this band thing for two years now."
"And I've been at it for barely seven months now. This is our first real shot, don't you get it, Frankie? Mess up and we might as well be done."
Frank had switched out his clean bottle of water for a cigarette, you had to fawn the smoke every now and then as the two of you sat in that cramped dressing room, "So what?" He said after a while.
"What do you mean?"
"So what if you lose your chance here? It's not like the world is gonna run out of shitty studio execs dying to dig their nails into any piece of fresh meat with an inkling of talent - which, trust me, you guys have got way more than an inkling."
"You think so?"
"Take it from the pro."
You scoffed, "I thought you said you're not a master in this."
"I'm a master at some things in this." He prefaced as he blew smoke right into your face.
"Asshole." You laughed, shoving him as you coughed and tried to waft the fumes away.
"Frank? We're on in five."
A bandmate of his, Pencey Prep's other guitarist poked his head in for a moment and Frank got up right away after smushing the cigarette into the tray, which looked like a disgusting hodgepodge of ash and black.
Frank slung his guitar over his shoulder, "Wish me luck?"
"Good luck, Frank."
"Not gonna watch me?"
"You kidding?" You got up as well, making a show of going over to the door and opening it for him all dramatically, like this was the first date and you were the stereotypical "man".
And like a stereotypical "lady", always one to play along with your bits, Frank did a curtsey, "Thank you." As he walked out.
You cackled, which made him break character and cackle even harder.
"What songs are you guys gonna play tonight?"
"Well, we only have a twenty minute set, so we had to be real decisive. All of our greats. P.S. Don't Write, Yesterday, Trying to Escape the Inevitable..."
"Oh, please tell me you're gonna perform The Secret Goldfish."
Frank stopped walking and made a full turn towards you, "You actually like that song?"
"Totally! I thought I'd told you before?"
"You didn't..." He trailed off, then began walking again. "Why that song?"
"I dunno. The lyrics are nice. They're personal. Relatable but also poetic, y'know?"
Frank didn't talk for a bit, and you looked over to see that he was making one of those faces he made when he was deep in thought. Usually, Frank made this face when he was in the middle of practicing or writing something. It was a combination of slightly pursed lips and a light narrow of his eyes, he could hold this expression for dozens of minutes at a time which you found fascinating. You wondered for how long he'd keep the face this time.
He broke it quite early, though, and started talking again like nothing happened, "Sorry to disappoint, but we won't be including that in out setlist tonight. The guys thought it was too mellow. And I must agree," Frank shrugged, your shoulders drooped slightly and he took notice of that. "Don't be so sad about it. If you like it so much, I can just play it for you on my own time."
You smiled, "That sounds nice, Frank."
"Tonight, then? I don't think this thing is gonna last too long. Unless you wanted to go to the after party."
"You know parties aren't my scene."
He chuckled, "Right, right."
The two of you were at the edge of the door which led to the stage now. There were people rushing all around you; other bands, some staff members, even fans who'd been given the lucrative chance at going backstage with their favorite micro celebrity. The pure excitement on their faces were a sight to behold, especially as they were dressed in homemade merch to show just how deep their admiration went.
I want that, The thought echoed. Someday, I'll have it.
You turn your attention back to Frank, "Break a leg, Frankie."
"With the way I play? Maybe I will."
You give him an awkward side hug and send him off before immediately rushing back to find the exit and find your way into the crowd. Pencey Prep was small but had a loyal and rowdy fanbase, and you wanted to get at least close enough to be able to both have a good view while also not getting crushed in the moshpit.
Which was a hard rope to balance.
So, you'd better hurry.
Pencey Prep was amazing.
And you'd gotten out of the moshpit without any injuries this time! Well, your skin did get caught on the spikes of this one girl's jacket, which caused a scratch, but it was so minimal you wrote it off as nothing. Plus, she apologized profusely so all was well.
"Holy fuck, Frank, that was crazy good." You exclaimed once you made it backstage.
Frank was still sweaty as all hell, and he kind of reeked, "Really?"
"It was one of the best sets I've seen from you guys!"
Frank held a smile, the kind of smile where it was small but reached his cheeks so it was obvious that he was smiling. You loved that smile.
"You guys are gonna be big one day, I know it. I mean, god, your songs are played with such... fervent passion, y'know? And not to sound biased, but your guitar playing is just freakin' brilliant! Like, you play so well, of course, but it's the way you play. All crazy and high energy. Makes me wanna be a guitar player, too! And—"
"Alright, alright, you can stop with the praise fest, I get it," Frank held his hand up to you. "But thanks. Seriously. I mean, I'm Mr. Confident onstage, but I'd be lying if I said that things don't get at me."
You sat down beside him, "Things like what?"
"Like... is this really the right path? I've been at it for two years and I started this damn thing at seventeen for fun. Now, I'm nineteen and attending a pretty good university, but i skip so many classes and barely learn shit to pursue this," He gestured to his guitar. "And sometimes, when i'm here, on my feet and not flying around on some sweat-soaked stage, I ask myself - where do I go with this?"
There was a moment of silence. A long one which lasted at least fifteen seconds as you formed your thoughts on how to respond.
"Well, like you said, you're nineteen. Still a teen, technically. And someone with his entire life still left to live."
Frank snorted, "That's the corniest thing I've ever heard in my entire life."
"It's corny because it's true," You retorted, and he shrugged at that. "Anyway, you didn't let me finish."
With a firm grip, you held onto Frank's shoulders and made him look at you, "Go at this gig for a bit more. Attend school, too. If it falls out and you decide this ain't the life you wanted, then great, at least you took the leap and tried to do something. Tried to pursue your passion in a way that was meaningful; if not for others, then for yourself. You're brave for that."
Frank didn't answer you. In fact, he cracked a smile and began chuckling to himself, which led to a full on half-hysterical fit of laughter, which made your cheeks all red.
You crossed your arms, "What a way to thank someone who was trying to comfort you. Ungrateful prick."
"Sorry, sorry..." He wheezed. "Sorry, I... no, I... it was great advice. Awesome, even. And exactly what I needed if I can be, well, frank. It's just that it's so weird to see you this serious, and it's kind of jarring to see this side to you after you were pissing yourself from nerve earlier." Snorts and giggles followed this explanation, but at least he was genuinely smiling now.
"Whatever, then," You said under your breath, allowing a few moments to pass as Frank caught himself. "And, by the way, there was something untrue about what I said just now."
"What is it?"
You bit your lip slightly, then parted them slightly, to signify you wanted to continue, a detail Frank caught.
Yet, you couldn't say it, so you just stood and paced around instead.
"Hello? What is it?" Frank interjected quickly, standing now, too. "C'mon, tell me! You can't just leave me hanging like this, the hell?"
"Give me a second, would you?" You hissed, blurting all the letters out at once.
Frank leaned against the dresser, playing with the strings of his guitar which laid flat against a wall. No stand or anything, just on the floor because Frank was just that kind of guy.
Eventually, he let out an exaggerated sigh as he raised his eyebrow, beckoning you to continue.
"Okay, well. What I was trying to say was that, this whole... thing you're doing. You can know that it was at least look back on it like ten, twenty years from now if you decide to stop and know that meaningful to one other person besides yourself."
Being an emotive guy, Frank immediately raised both eyebrows and came all close, his eyes big and asking "what do you mean?"
You pushed past him and went to the door because the next part was too embarrassing to say when he was close like this, "That person is me," You put your hand on the doorknob. "And I'm about to go onstage in front of an actual crowd and actual scouts for the first time because of you. Keep that in mind, okay?"
🦇
"Wow, those guys were frickin' amazing."
"They really are a stand out amongst everyone we've seen so far. That guitarist is something else, don't you think?"
"Definitely," Gerard sighed, blowing out the cigarette fumes. It was stupid, but he just couldn't stop smiling. This. All of it was so exhilarating, so thrilling. The energy was so palpable and he so dearly needed it. "Hey, who's next?"
Mikey reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled up wad which unfolded into a colorful poster. His eyes scanned it for a moment.
"Oh, someone I don't recognize. They must be new."
"What're they called?"
"Mercy."
Gerard pursed his lips, nodding along, "Cool. Simplistic yet says the right message. I like it."
Mikey put the poster back, "Actually, now that I think about it, I think I have heard of them. On campus, maybe...? I swear I heard someone throwing around the word."
"Uh, maybe 'cause mercy's an actual word?"
"You know what I mean."
Did he? Gerard was sure he didn't, but didn't feel like pressing him further. Plus, the show was starting, and with a name like Mercy, he was pretty interested to see what sort of performance they'd come up with.
Since they were new as Mikey said, there weren't many who were too interested in being at the moshpit. People hung back, some left, there were definitely a visibly fewer number of people compared to the other sets. Gerard hoped it wouldn't discourage the band too much.
The lights dimmed, he saw five figures come onstage. Three with instruments— two guitars and a bass if he had to guess— one going to the back for the drum kit and one coming right to the middle where the mic was. It was too dark to see anything, so facial features were amiss.
They took a bit to set up, then everything came back on and Gerard could finally see the group for who they were.
Two guitarists as he'd predicted, one guy and one girl. The bassist, a guy, was at the back. So was the drummer, also a dude. And finally, the vocalist was a girl.
Gerard gulped.
A really pretty girl.
A really, really pretty girl wearing this cute little white slip dress with tiny rhinestone decals, clearly sewn on by hand, slightly falling apart, but resembling a floral design. It was gorgeous and Gerard wondered if it was made by her hand specifically.
He was so enamoured by this detail that he was nearly blown away when the guitars boomed through the speakers and full blast. The girl guitarist began, riff heavy as hell, nearly deafening. the dude guitarist was quite a ways calmer, but still not "calm". He was also loud as hell.
When the drums came in, Gerard swore he felt the whole place fucking shake. And the bass, which he always considered an underrated instrument came in, steadily placing itself as an obscure but needed backbone to this whole song,
Then, the vocalist began singing and Gerard thought to himself, Oh, that's why they're called Mercy.
Because she was angelic.
Despite the loudness, the near crassness of all the instruments, her voice, and its seraphim hue lay gently on top of it all, like an embrace.
Gerard found himself inching closer to the stage. Lost in a siren's song.
No, not a siren. An angel.
The spotlight above her looks like a halo.
Gerard was at the edge, the closest he could get to the stage. His eyes were wide and looking up; at the band, at her and her covenant grace.
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I suppose this is tangentially related to the Eddie critical discussion since I'm not sure I'll actually be adding to the points y'all made and more just adding my two cents. I've mentioned before that I love the concept of Eddie's character and that there is so much potential but that the show runner and actor just aren't doing it. While I would love to have an actual resolution for Eddie's character and see him truly work on himself and resolve the self-destructive tendencies beyond him just acknowledging that there is an issue and then falling back into the same pattern, I don't believe Tim is the right director nor is Ryan the right actor to see that to completion. Would it be great to be proven wrong? Yeah totally. But it's been multiple seasons since the initial therapy and talk with his father about breaking the mold.
I honestly have to agree.
Tim is ill-equipped to actually write a satisfying, long-form narrative for Eddie's character, and Ryan is ill-equipped to deliver the performance in a way that would actually make an impact.
Ryan is good at comedic or familial scenes, he thrives in those. I love his funny scenes, and I adore his scenes with Chris (with the exception of this season). But his dramatic scenes? They fall flat unless he's allowed to get physically aggressive in them. He is incapable of performing complex emotional scenes without relying on physicality.
I compare him and Oliver too much so let's look at Kenny instead.
Kenny, imo, has had a variety of scenes very similar to Eddie's. Comedic, dramatic, familial. Just like Ryan, Kenny excels with the comedic and familial scenes. But where I think he shines, are his dramatic scenes.
The one I think about the most is the scene in season 5, when Chimney has just learned that Maddie left, and he's at the hospital talking to the pediatrician who treated Jee. That scene is so well done, because Kenny is so good at emoting. We can feel Chim's raw desperation for answers, his fear for Maddie, his fear for his daughter, his confusion and the weight of the stress and loss he's feeling in that moment.
Compare that to Ryan's peformance of grief in season 8. It's flat. The only feeling presented to the audience is anger. Even when he's reminiscing and flashing back to getting the call about Bobby, it doesn't feel sad. There's no weight to it. Because he's relying on anger and physicality to sell the scene, any other emotion he tries to present feels fake. Especially after the shove. It feels like a manipulation. (Because it is, but I digress.)
Ryan is simply not good at emotionally complex scenes. So for him to be able to portray Eddie successfully breaking free of his toxic behaviours and bettering himself? That takes a level of skill that, quite frankly, Ryan does not have. It would've been better for his character and the narrative overall if they had dealt with his anger issues when they first became plot-relevant in season 3, and then written him as a better man from season 4 onward. I think they tried to do that, to be fair, but the aftermath of the traumatic regression after the sniper attack fumbled the progress, and they couldn't figure out how to get him back on track, which was how we got the season 5 breakdown.
#911 abc#asks#anon#eddie diaz critical#anti ryan guzman#just to be safe#anti eddie diaz#but not really#911 critical
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Haiii!! If you have the time, and want to, would you be willing to write a Mitchell fic? Or an anything… with Parker !! I adore your writing btw :3
A Balanced Meal
Mitchell Linn x Reader
Summary: You haven't had a meal for far too long, so Mitchell makes you a proper one.
A/N: Thank you for the compliment!!! Sorry if this may seem a bit rushed?? I didn't have much time to proof read this one chat :P
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The sun shines through the windows, the cat clock blinks and blares to indicate that it was time to start the day. You took your sweet time lying down on that bed before getting up and doing your daily routine.
You start the day by using the bathroom, touching up your face and hair, then put on the Dateviators.
Penelope reminds you of what needs to be done today, Dorian and Skylar tells you if there's anything happening around the house.
Suddenly, your stomach lets out an embarrassing growl that gives a reminder that you haven't eaten breakfast yet.
“Hey, Cool kid! How are you?” Freddy grins as you make your way towards him. “You didn't come around the kitchen much yesterday.”
“Well I was busy. Talked to Doug which took an hour, then played with Chance, Parker and Lux. Not the dream team to play with.” You ramble on, looking through the contents of your fridge.
After a long, eventful rummaging through Freddy, you grab some leftovers of a cold, lone pizza.
“You sure you wanna eat just that?” Freddy blinks at the cold food on a plate.
“I’m in a hurry, I'll just eat this cold.” You shrug him off and turn around.
“What do you think you're doing?” Mitchell's voice pops out of nowhere, causing you to jump back and almost drop the plate.
You gave a sheepish grin towards Mitchell. “Hey, just getting a snack.”
“For breakfast?” He gasps, taking the plate away from you and giving it back to Freddy. “No no no! Mon cheri, you only deserve the finest cuisines to sate your hunger!”
With no room for argument, Mitchell plops you down on a chair and sprints around the kitchen to find some nutritional things for you to eat.
“Aw, no need to do all this, Mitchell.” You try to assure him, but he is quick to stand beside you and go through his notes.
“Yesterday, you ate half of a leftover donut and a pack of m&m’s.” He sounded disappointed before flipping through once more. “The day before, you ate two nuts and drank a gallon of milk!”
“At least the pizza a while ago had some greens.” You try to retort.
“I think that may be mold, mon ami…” He sighs, putting a meal in front of you.
There was grilled salmon, a salad, mushroom soup and a blended fruit shake.
“Didn't even know we had any of these.”
“That's because you never cook for yourself.” He scolds
You don't argue with him, not remembering the last time you had a full balanced meal at your own home.
“I had to ask Daisuke, Stefan and Freddy to make these. They were all more than happy to oblige.” With that, you take a fork and slowly dig into the food.
A small hum escapes as you feel satisfied and suddenly grow hungrier by the taste. Mitchell smiles as he sees you finish most of the food.
“This is what I've been missing out on?” You ask with a mouth full of food, though a bit disgusted, the other couldn't help but chuckle. “You should try some!” You slide a plate of the fish towards him.
The two of you catch up while eating the food, before you rise up from your seat with a feeling of satisfaction.
“It’s been so long since we've got together to try food.” Mitchell wipes his mouth with a tissue and turns back to you. “Perhaps we can one day try reviewing restaurants again?”
“I'd love that.” You grin towards him. “How about tomorrow?”
Mitchell returns your smile and plants a kiss on your cheek. “Then it's a date, mon cheri.”
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I love that my current Hyperfixation-Brain-Itch that satisfies my stimulation and dopamine needs is, at the moment, Anime. Just...Anime, as a whole. Various shows, various genres, but Anime. Which is very funny to me and extremely entertaining. Because it means that-
For starters, my roommate and I are watching Fairy Tail in its entirety - just finished the Tenrou arc - because I'm introducing her to it and we're cosplaying from it soon. But she's not always home when I want to watch things, so-
I also decided to rewatch Ouran High School Host Club. It's been AGES since I've seen it and it's an old favorite of mine. But it's not that long of a show, and I needed something to watch when it was done, and I didn't have the spoons to look for the Live Action adaptation of Ouran, so-
I then started over with Bungo Stray Dogs, which I'd started but never finished. Fckn AMAZING show, love it to bits, losing my mind - and then it ended with a sneak peek at a season that hasn't even been MADE yet but my brain was clawing at the walls of its enclosure, so-
I dove into My Hero Academia, which I ALSO started a long time ago and never finished, and I'm currently deep-diving MULTIPLE tags on Ao3 while I simultaneously work my way through the show (I'm on season 5). Which, delightfully, my roommate HAS seen most of, so she'll sit and watch with me if we aren't feeling Fairy Tail that night. But even then, FT is a loooong show, so she randomly said "Hey do you wanna watch [this other short anime she hasn't seen] tonight? You keep saying I need to watch it!" which means that, out of NOWHERE, we've decided that-
We're now watching Yuri!!! On Ice, 11/12 episodes completed, and I KNOW that when we're done I'm also gonna be exploring Ao3 yet again to find my old fave YOI fics.
....so anyway, given that I'll probably be itching to watch aNOTHER anime once I'm done with MHA...any suggestions? 😅😂
(Fic suggestions are ALSO welcome!)
#Anime#Yuri!!! On Ice#My Hero Academia#BNHA#Bungo Stray Dogs#Fairy Tail#Ouran High School Host Club#Pixie Rambles
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update 15 (final update) (3/7/25 3:03 pm):
somehow, while i was writing the last update, it passed pretty quickly. i believe since they were up last night, doing all of that rule voting shit, they just wanted it over, and done with.
well, what do we do now? i believe we should start contacting organizations to start suing these kinds of bills. however, that's my only suggestion at the moment. i do apologize.
more of my rambling under the cut (if you don't want to see it, then that's fine)
while i'm upset about the results, honestly, i kinda saw it coming. the gop is a lot more bigger, comparing to the democrats, who have (i believe) 211 members. i could be wrong though. either way, only 2 republicans have voted no, as the rest sided with trump, and his project 2025 bullshit.
again, do not panic. there are still ways to fight this, but for now, take a breather, and if possible, take a break, instead of doomscrolling. i understand if it's taking a toll on you all, because it happened to me, multiple times at that. and honestly, i think i need some time to just rest my brain from all this anxiety that this country continues to bring to us, because they want to show how much they hate us.
i feel numb, and strangely enough, calm? i don't know how to describe this feeling, but regardless, i'm kinda glad i don't have to stress about it anymore. i mean, yeah, it sucks that it passed, and all, but i've been stressing about everything for so long, that i just can't find it within me to just feel upset. or showcase that, even. but i shouldn't make this about me.
so yeah, the bill passed, and will be on trump's desk as soon as possible. i understand if everyone's upset, but understand that there's a lot of people who are just as upset alongside you. there are those who'll fight for you, or with you. i'm not the best with wording things in a positive light, despite everything here, but i just want to send this off by telling you all to stay safe, and take a break, because i think we all need that.
indulge in your hobbies, go outside, do something that'll clear up your mind before coming back to tackle these issues. until then, people will be fighting for you. remember that.
i'll make one more post before i'll become silent on here. that post will be announcing my temporary departure from this blog to focus on getting my life somewhat together, along with making a plan to better present each of these worldwide issues the best way i can.
i would like to apologize if any of my wording here is presented really horribly.
well, that's about it for now. continue to fight for me while i'm gone. i'll be back eventually. and if you need to take a break, then take on. just don't forget any of this, and remember that people will be fighting for you.
please take care of yourselves. we'll get through this, even when things aren't looking too good recently. we've already went through trump's first presidential term before. we can, for sure, get through this one. he doesn't scare me anymore. and neither should you.
update (29/6/25)
sorry for being all quiet about bbb (big "beautiful" bill)
so, for updates:
it did pass the first vote in senate (51 yeas-49 nays). however, the bill is currently being read all the way through, as requested.
as of writing this, they're still reading through all 900+ pages, which surprised me, cuz i could've sworn that it was like 1100+ pages. idk, but still, they're reading it all the way through, and they'll start talking about it for like maybe another day, or so.
also yes, i did stay up all night just to tune in. it's boring, but yeah.
for now, do not panic. if anything, this should buy you all time. so, if you can, please call your senators.
more updates will come whenever more info arrives.
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little gif for fun
#my art#persona 5#akira kurusu#ren amamiya#goro akechi#shuake#animation#need to animate properly again!#it's been... a while... since i've done any long form animation
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diversity win! these two genetically modified organisms are trans, bisexual, and in love
#art#drawing#digital#trans#bisexual#nonbinary#honeybee#ocs#yarrow#grimm#my art#i think it's been a while since i've done any sort of pride thing...?#fun fact when i first designed the two of them their combined color scheme was subtly based off the nb flag#yarrow's still got his black/yellow with the bee stuff going on but grimm's purple motif color has been shifting more towards blue over tim#i think it's just bc slate blue + mustard/honey yellow have been my favorite color combo for Years so my color biases are taking effect lol#someday i will figure out. how to draw palo verde trees without fighting for my life. but not today
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🍂 Last day of warmth
#pixel art#aseprite#pixel artist#pixels#pixel animation#landscape#autumn#it's been a while since I've done any landscapes so I'm rusty
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I'm going through almost the exact same thing! It's been years since I wrote with any regularity, but I've spent those years doing my best to recover from severe burnout (due to Real Life And Other Tragedies).
I felt the spark again just recently after *so* long for a new story! And I knew it was time to try again. And, anon. Anon, look at me. I am grabbing you by the shoulders and looking into your eyes.
It. Is. So. Fucking. Hard.
It's hard! The blank page scares the shit out of me. Words are soooo slow to come, even with a detailed outline, and every tiny decision feels like agony. There is no flow state here.
And that makes sense. No matter how good this idea is, or how many times I've done this before, or what I think I ought to be able to expect from myself, these muscles are rusty. We haven't done this in ages. I think writing is like riding a bike in that you can't forget, but you can become out of practice.
I don't have a magic bullet solution, but I am absolutely certain, down to my marrow, that getting frustrated and angry and disappointed with myself is NOT going to help. It can only make things worse.
Some things I'm trying:
- decrease pressure. when I look at my writing calendar and see so many missed days, I just try to forgive myself. Being disappointed is dumb and only comes from a secret fear that I won't finish unless I pressure and bully myself. But I'm not on a deadline, this is supposed to be fun; I don't need to write often in order to finish, I just need to keep doing it until it's done. The fastest way I can think of to make it not worth doing is to feel bad about it.
- maximum word counts. We've all heard of minimums, but why not maximums? Helps prevent burnout. Helps me stop writing while I still have something left to say, which makes it easier to start again later. I leave little notes for myself like gifts to unwrap later.
- dopamine manipulation. Daydream, as suggested above! I'll sprint with friends, record and post my word counts, talk to friends about the plot, let them help me stay excited. @dementedpuppeteer ILY💜 this would be so much less fun without you!
- look for reasons for hangups. Sometimes it's not me, it's the story, though I'm quick to assume I'm the problem lol. Am I bored with the scene even if I love the idea? Would I rather be writing a different part? Is there an unanswered question I need to think about? Did a character do something unexpected that I've not sufficiently addressed in my own head?
And finally...
- be prepared to put down the pen if that's what your writer brain truly needs. It's not up to us. Sometimes we're just not ready to get back into it, and that needs to be honored and respected. It's not about forcing yourself to write and hating it the whole time, right? Some discomfort will always come with the territory because writing is hard work, but there should be good things too! Good feelings, joy, excitement, satisfaction, curiosity. All the reasons why we do this. If those aren't happening, that's important to pay attention to. Don't ignore pain and run on an injury, listen to it. If writing is too painful, stop. It will always be there when you're ready to try again. You can't lose it, you can just fall out of practice.
My god I didn't expect to vomit this all up but I really do feel for anon's situation, and my own! Putting this on paper really helped organize the thoughts I've been having lately around this. A great practice exercise, haha!
Hi! Lately, I've been trying real hard to start writing again after a break of a couple of years, and it's simply not happening. I took the break to begin with because I figured that I could pick up writing fic again easily when I felt less burned out. But each time I've tried since 2025 started I can barely get the words out. I keep telling myself I need to go slow and build up to it, but my brain blanks after a sentence or two, with or without an outline. I can force myself into a drabble or two, or even a flashfic, but it feels like pulling teeth the entire time. I even tried going back to old drafts and adding to them (unsuccessfully). Nothing works! I'm getting more and more frustrated and angry with myself for taking this long of a break from being creative. Do you have any concrete recommendations for what to do when the ideas/words/characters/whatever just aren't coming? My brain is mush.
(I love this blog. So excited to see you back.)
I'll tell you what I do, but I also want to encourage folks to add their thoughts on the notes. This is very much a situation that can be worked on in a million different ways, so any one particular take might or might not work. Often, frankensteining a bunch together is the better route.
I've currently got two creative hobbies: writing fic and making site skins for AO3. When a site skin isn't working, I just have to drop it. I've been attempting to redo my glowy blue Tron skin from like 4 years ago and every time I go back to it, I just get frustrated and need to stop. I don't have a clear idea of where I want to take it, and so nothing looks "right" because everything feels wrong. For site skins, I need to have a solid idea to latch onto in order to get anywhere with them.
For writing, it's kind of similar. It's a LOT easier to write when I have an idea that really lights a fire under me. However, I've found that I can write even if I just know what the end goal of the story is. Even if my ending is just "and then they bone" at least I know where I need to get my characters in the end, and that guiding principle is really helpful because most of what my characters do in the fic is going to be aimed at that end point.
I don't know if it's just the way that you've phrased it in this ask, but it seems like you can't see the story for the words. If you're focused too much on the act of writing then you might need to back away from that for now and work on just imagining the story first. Spend more time daydreaming or lying in bed staring up at the ceiling and picturing your blorbo in situations. Get into the habit of thinking about the story before you start writing the story. Then the writing part is just transcribing the picture that's already clear in your head.
I well understand the frustration that comes when you've got something in you and no way to get it out. Whatever else is happening, the way you used to go about writing fic doesn't work for you anymore and now you need to discover a new method. Maybe it's handwriting in a notebook instead of typing on a screen. Maybe it's dictating into your notes app. Maybe it's chatting it out with a bestie over coffee or in a DM. Maybe it's something else.
Let's see what other people suggest for you, and then you can cobble together a method of your very own. Good luck, anon! I'm rooting for you ❤️
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