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[hazbincalifornia]

A Little Poke

Summary:

He wanted Blitz. He wanted Blitz more than anyone in Blitz’s life ever had, wanted to pull him open and suck the marrow from his bones, wanted to tear him to shreds and then sew him back together with golden thread. He also wanted a child. He missed his firstborn deeply, that much was obvious, and it didn’t seem like he had much else going on in his life before Blitz came crashing into it. There was a very tantalizing way to combine the two, and when he asked Stolas to meet up in person again, he could practically hear the panties drop from half the ring away, and he grinned.

Warnings: Explicit content, Breeding kink, Implied mpreg, Pilot au, Mutual Babytrapping

Wordcount: 3380

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They had met once, after Blitz had heard of the prince who spoke to the stars and traveled to Earth to take care of business, and he had decided that there was an opportunity there that needed seizing. Yeah, sure, it was a prince, and that meant if he was caught he’d get himself turned inside out and hung as a pulsing art piece on some wall somewhere, but on the other hand, the prince was almost notoriously a weirdo that nobody liked much, and he really seemed like he needed a good dicking. Plan B of fucking him seemed pretty solid, and Ol’ Reliable was always ready under his pants.

Blitz liked those odds.

He’d staked out the palace for about a week leading up to the heist, and had found out a few things:

First, the prince’s daughter had left home, but she didn’t really seem to come back much. It seemed like this was a fairly recent development, because he kept wandering to her room to sit on her bed and look around, or flipped through a photo album that mostly had the two of them as Blitz adjusted the binoculars and watched as the owl’s feathers drooped. (She was alive, though. He did call her once. Or, rather, he'd tried to call her five times, but she'd only picked up for one of them.)

Secondly, the prince’s wife was a massive bitch. Christ on a stick, frankly Blitz didn’t blame the guy for the amount of alcohol that flowed down his long throat. And they didn’t even get to have makeup sex afterward, so he was left to go sulk in the opposite end of the palace from her.

Thirdly, outside of his job or the party he was dragged to one day, the prince didn’t really seem to leave the house much. He spent most of his free time jerking it in his room to books, draping himself dramatically over his little couch-thing and using magic to jerk it or sticking toys inside himself, and watching soaps. (He also talked to himself, a lot. Satan’s balls, he loved the sound of his voice, narrating shit constantly. Then again, it didn’t seem like had anybody else to blab to, since the kid had flown the coop and the wife wasn’t exactly the listening type.)

Fourth, and finally, Blitz found himself caught up in every little detail as the prince sang while scrubbing a loofah over soaked feathers, the syrupy voice sinking into his chest. Listening to the prince talk and hum and serenade himself for a week had wormed something squirming and hot into his gut. The infinitely long legs and dramatic hands, the feathery softness contrasted with the sharp edges of his beak and claws and eyes… pretty, but dangerous. Very, very dangerous.

So, naturally, when he was caught trying to snatch the book, they fucked, and he enjoyed having nine feet of royal splayed underneath him, as well as hearing that voice aimed at him as reality unraveled.

“Oh, oh, darling, take me apart, fuck me inside out and snap my bones, you are everything-”

Magic swirled around them, sinking into Blitz’s skin as surely as red eyes flashing with white pupils pierced his soul. He was intense, he was manic, and the threat snapped as surely as any whip, but the power Blitz had over this glorious royal beast was intoxicating.

Stolas called, over the next few weeks. Multiple times a day, although a few did have to go to voicemail, which was fine because that meant Blitz could replay them over and over again.

They were mostly long, fucking weird rants all about the things he wanted done to him, or he wanted to do to Blitz. He’d started sending pictures too, and Blitz had never regretted the couch-in-the-living-room setup more, because having to sit in the bathtub to jack off for the fifth day in a row was kinda starting to fuck with his back.

There was the question of the book, of course. Stolas had graciously let him keep it in exchange for carrying out the assassinations that were meant to fall on him to perform- really, everybody won this way. Stolas didn’t have to get his hands dirty, the company could go topside, and IMP could consider him a client since he’d offer to drop them some cash for particularly large kills. (He didn’t really bother to count it outside of the number of bundled wads likely fished out of some safe somewhere, so it usually made up for the smaller ones anyway.)

It wasn’t secure enough, though. It wasn’t going to keep everything the way it was now, not when Stolas might get bored or decide it wasn’t worth it. Not when Stolas might tire of raunchy conversations alone, even though there was far more fire in him in the last month of their calls than there had been in any given moment of the week Blitz had been staking him out.

He wanted Blitz. He wanted Blitz more than anyone in Blitz’s life ever had, wanted to pull him open and suck the marrow from his bones, wanted to tear him to shreds and then sew him back together with golden thread.

He also wanted a child. He missed his firstborn deeply, that much was obvious, and it didn’t seem like he had much else going on in his life before Blitz came crashing into it.

There was a very tantalizing way to combine the two, and when he asked Stolas to meet up in person again, he could practically hear the panties drop from half the ring away, and he grinned.

“And then I tear open your rock-hard chest and squeeze your beating heart as you cum so hard you see entire galaxies, soaked and sticky and-“

Blitz’s tail swished as he set the needle against the wrapper, careful to angle it so the gaudy design would hide the hole once it was shifted around a little, then pressed it through, piercing plastic and latex. It was all too easy to let Stolas’s slightly staticky voice from the speaker sink into his brain and imagine the needle was the hot, heavy length he had summoned for when it was his turn to do the fucking.

Pulling it back, Blitz admired his handiwork before tossing it on the pile he’d been planning to bring tonight, dropping his newly free hand to his stomach and giving it a pat.

“You’re going to make daddy very happy if you come home nice and full of owl baby, you got it?” His stomach only gave a little gurgle, but he took it for a yes as he reached for the next condom and readied the needle again with a cheery whistle.

He’d always wanted a big family anyway.

_________

He shimmied up to the balcony- across from the statue in the garden Stolas had of himself, and directly above the table where he’d gotten cake splattered all over and shoved up into his ass after falling into the wife’s tea party. The shocked look on her face before she’d sputtered and tried to swipe at him with her talons had been worth almost as much as the book itself was, even though he’d had to scrub for a while with cheeks pried wide to get all of the frosting out once he’d gotten home.

Anyway. She wasn’t the focus tonight, Stolas- and, hopefully, his filled guts- would be. Blitz hauled himself over the railing, shifting his bag over his shoulder at the closed door. “Stolas!”

“Blitzy!” His voice was slightly muffled, but with a snap of fingers, the handles on the door lit up red and the doors flew wide open to expose the prince who had already laid out on the bed with a rose in his beak and his red robe draped over his shoulders. He narrowed his eyes as he quirked his beak up into a smirk, tail flicking once before settling down as Blitz ventured closer to the bed, then opened his mouth to float the rose over to settle in Blitz’s collar. “Now, to what do I owe the extreme pleasure, darling?”

“I figured that since, y’know, you’re letting us keep the book, I might as well show you how much I appreciate it,” Blitz said, tipping his bag over to let the half-opened box full of condoms spill in front of Stolas like a kicked-over treasure chest, and getting a delighted curl of clawed toes and a slightly squealy hoot to go with it. Bingo.

“Oh, I knew you were a good one, Blitzy,” Stolas practically breathed before reaching forward to snag the back of Blitz’s neck, pulling him down onto the bed- or more specifically, on top of him- and into a kiss. He reached in to grab the rose back and fling it into the air. Petals showered down on them while the kiss deepened, tongues tangling as Blitz allowed himself to sink into the soft-as-fuck feathers and the breath that tasted like mint layered over meat in all the right ways.

Stolas’s hand slid down to squeeze Blitz’s ass, and Blitz returned the favor, tail tangling with the fluffy flesh on his thighs and what little of his feathery butt that he could reach from their awkward position. Stolas didn’t seem to mind, the bit of tail that was brushing his inner thighs pulling a lewd moan from him, and he pulled back from the kiss with a pop.

“I was thinking.”

“Imagine that,” Blitz said, raising an eyebrow, and Stolas gave him a playful swat before rolling over, leaving Blitz pinned underneath him as his long body cast a shadow. His eager mouth seemed to spread across his entire face, tracing a finger down Blitz’s chest and stomach and humming.

“Last time, you were mostly the one fucking me, which was wonderful, but the round where we switched was plenty fun, and I so enjoyed your cute little whimpers. What if we did that again?”

“Hey, they weren’t fucking whimpers!” Blitz protested, but Stolas’s grin just widened.

“They weren’t, hmm?” Another snap of his fingers, and a bubble appeared next to them, with a video of Blitz being plowed directly into the mattress with a glowing gray cock planted deep between his asscheeks and a rather squeaky sound emitting from his body. Blitz smacked Stolas’s ass with his tail even as a flush dotted his cheeks, and got a cackle out of the bird that he smothered in another rough kiss that almost snagged his lip on razor-sharp beak before pulling back.

“You know, I was going to ask for that anyway, but if you’re going to be a fucking smart-ass about it, princey-”

“Oh, I’ll be good! I’ll be very good,” Stolas promised, reaching for the condoms Blitz had brought. He lifted the closest one, sticking it up to his eye as if examining a fancy diamond, then rolling it in his fingers with the index talon pressing against the surface of the wrapper. He dropped his hand into the ruffled-up blanket before turning to look at the rest. “You came expecting to really get your cute little cheeks destroyed, didn’t you?”

“Dabbled with the thought, yeah,” Blitz said. “Plus, since we, y’know, know each other now, you can go in the front if you want. One freshly slicked-up man cave, just for you, one night only.” (It’d be more than one, if he was lucky, but Stolas didn’t have to know that yet.)

Stolas’s head spun around at that, glee lighting up his features and white flames dancing in his eyes. “Really? I can do both?”

“I might even throw in the mouth too if I really like what you do with the place and I think you’ll lay the fuck off without me being able to snap out the big-boy words and just use body signals,” Blitz said, waving a hand. “Impress me.”

“Oh, you’re feeling generous today… I may just have to take advantage,” Stolas purred, twisting a hand as a glow shimmered between his legs. When Blitz glanced down, something long, thick, and particularly spiky in a way that drove chills up his spine was resting between the thighs. “Now, legs open, pet.”

The way the last word was purred drove way more blood to Blitz’s dick and pussy combo than it really should have, but his legs snapped open fast enough to practically snap sparks on the blankets, and Stolas tore the condom wrapper off before rolling it down his cock. A twirl of his wrist summoned a bottle of lube, which he applied generously, and he hummed as he nudged his tip against Blitz’s entrance- which was already dripping. “On three?”

Blitz rolled his eyes. “I'm not a little bitch, just put it in alrEADY-”

Stolas took his words to heart, immediately thrusting forward before Blitz had even finished his sentence and burying half his cock inside with a cry.

“Oh yes, yes, take all of me you greedy little slut, I’m going to turn your pretty little pussy into mulch and then bathe in your blood-”

Blitz’s heels dug into the mattress as Stolas pushed in further, the owl’s hands wrapping around his thighs and digging into the muscle deep enough that spots of black bubbled up from the skin even as the fat cock advanced with spikes tickling the walls like ridges. “F-fuck yeah, just like that-”

“Take it, take all of it.” Stolas snapped his hips further forward, pushing himself in almost to the base as Blitz felt the weight drag against his inner walls. “You’re so good to me, darling, you listen, and you have the cutest little ass and thighs and abs and face that I want to just devour-”

“Do it, take all of me, you horny-ass princey bitch,” Blitz growled out, locking his legs around Stolas’s waist before his tail wound around them to keep them tight. “Take me, claim me, make me yours and keep me.”

All four of Stolas’s eyes bloomed with white in the middle, tiny flames the color of scars. The edges of his feathers shuddered with blood-black and Pride-red as he stared for a moment before slamming forward and closing what little space remained, locking them together with a dual moan as they both only took half a moment to adjust before the thrusting back and forth began.

“You want me to keep you, Blitzy? What about a cage in the basement, or a collar in the corner of this room, always ready for whenever I wanted my precious little pet?”

Blitz shivered, tail twisting tighter around Stolas’s waist before Stolas leaned in close, voice dropping low. “Oh, I have a much better idea. What if I made you gravid?”

“Grav-”

“Round and heavy with child,” Stolas clarified, and Blitz’s tail froze.

He didn’t know, did he?

“Into breeding, then?” he managed, the heel of one hoof digging into Stolas’s back, but it only got a giggle and a narrowing of eyes that edged on that of a kid that had just been handed a knife and a bowl of candy.

“For you, darling? Absolutely.” One hand raised to cup his cheek before giving a pinch. “You would make the most adorable children, and oh, the thought of you fat and swollen with my chicks, oozing milk and cum, constantly crying out for me to fill and fulfill you-” he shuddered, accenting it with another thrust. “You’d be mine, all mine, and I would be all yours.”

At some point, Blitz’s tongue had lolled out, and his pussy was gushing like the acid geysers down in Wrath. Real, real, he could make that real, and right the fuck now. “Fuck, Stolas, fill me up.”

“Oh, you want that, don’t you? You want my owlets, you want this cock to split you open until you’re stuffed with me?”

“Fuck yeah I do, give me all you’ve got, knock me up, get me pregnant.” He could feel the lube easing the way for Stolas’s cock, as well as the latex of the cheapest condom brand he’d could find. Mostly, though, he could feel his brain halfway to getting melted out of his eyeballs because Stolas’s body wasn’t fully in the room with them, the edges bleeding black and ruby into disreality and taking his tail and legs with it. That magic rippling in the air combined with the cock in his pussy had every nerve inside and outside of his skin sparking like nightmare of an electrical extension cord that was powering his apartment building’s entire fifth floor.

Even half-anchored, Stolas’s fingers were like knives, slicing Blitz’s thighs as he thrust with the edges of his form lapping up the blood and singing as they did. Something was chanting ‘mine’, and if it was Stolas, he had a whole choir of the damned playing backup in a way that made Blitz’s soul sing right along with them.

“I want you on this bed where you’ll never fucking leave,” Stolas moaned out, or at least something thereabouts because Blitz’s ears weren’t fully working anymore. He mumbled something that was definitely clever in response moments before the spikes flared out, catching and digging in with a flash of pained ecstasy as his own claws dug through the comforter and his back arched up. “Over and over, always full and fat with child and so very, very fuckable, all mine.”

“You want me?” Blitz managed. Wings of stardust snapped out, an angel of life and death and infinity all at once as all he could focus on were four hypnotizing eyes. When the response came, it hissed down to his very cells.

“Always, my broodmare.”

The orgasm hit Blitz like a mob enforcer in their prime, and Stolas’s followed almost instantly, flooding him with wave after wave after wave after wave of hot, thick cum that burst through the condom and bloated up his stomach, each pulse adding to it- from his regular trim middle to a slight bit of ‘pudge’ to a well and proper cum balloon, heavy and sloshing with every breath.

Blitz collapsed back into the pillows, hearing one rip about a million miles away but physically incapable of giving even half a rat’s ass about it.

Stolas’s form slowly fuzzed back into reality. His feathers were disheveled, flopping out of his coiffed ‘hair’ and over his top eyes.

“Oh, oh Blitzy…” As he pulled back, a flood of jizz came with him, stickying up the sheets even before they could see the broken latex on the end. “That was…”

Blitz held up a finger, pounding on his chest. “One sec…” A wet little burp escaped him, and it tasted salty. When he let his tongue loll out, something white and sticky dripped off the end, and he swiped up a fingerful before wiping it on the bed next to the cum- which it matched. Both of them stared at it for a moment. “You know what, I’m just going to put that down to your weird-as-fuck magic.”

“Fair enough!” Stolas said with a wide smile that twitched slightly on the edges as he lifted the broken condom. “Well, that was unexpected… but it’s too late now!” He kicked the box off the bed. “What do you say we just go in rough and raw for the rest of the night? It’s not like adding them back in would fix anything at this point, after all.”

Blitz glanced at the tampered-with box for only a second before he smirked and wrapped his tail around Stolas’s waist again.

Yeah.

Yeah, this would work just fine.

“Game on.”

[cerinslair]

Heart Heist: The Zine Update 1.1 Out Now!

While work on the Complete Edition continues, Heart Heist: The Zine has also received its first major update!

Now that I understand itch's platform a bit better - as well as the scope of this project - it no longer seems correct to update the zine itself directly into the Complete Edition. I think it makes more sense to split Heart Heist into two bespoke editions: the cheap, easy to distribute, lowest-possible-barrier-of-entry Zine Edition; and a Complete Edition that is free to grow into whatever it ends up becoming. I don't want anyone who supported this project already to feel cheated out of the Complete Edition, which is why anyone who purchased (or purchases) the Zine Edition on itch will get $5 (the full price of the zine) off of the Complete Edition when it releases.

This does not mean that the zine is an unfinished version of a full game. Now it is quite the opposite - it is its own, complete thing (and has had its release stats on itch updated accordingly). It has everything you need to play, and can stand on its own. Some might come to call it a "rules-lite" version, and while I don't want to fall into the rabbit hole of definitions, it is looking very likely that the Complete Edition will have at least three more mechanics than its zine counterpart. Some players might even come to prefer one version over the other - relative simplicity and ease of use vs. mechanical depth and additional useful tools. Only time and continued development will tell.

While the Zine Edition obviously won't have everything the Complete Edition will have in it, it will still benefit from some of the updates work on the Complete Edition produces - such as the changes that released today!

Thank you for continuing to support Heart Heist!

Changelog:

Created a Google Sheet that helps automate calculating each Thief's Favor at the end of the game if you don't feel like doing math

Updated estimated play time based on additional playtesting with more groups of different players - down from 5 or 6 to 4 hours!

Added expectation of an additional 30 to 60 minutes if the entire group is new to playing Heart Heist

Added section strongly encouraging players to read their intel before meeting up to save time at the table. This section also explains that heists cannot be "spoiled," and are reusable!

The Evocative Language Update

"Stats" → "Vibes"

"Game Master" → "The Guy in the Van" (GV)

Removed unnecessary references to upcoming material meant for the Complete Edition

Rephrased explanation of "Fake It 'til you Make It" for clarity

Fixed unspecified print error on page 5

Added missing paragraph break on page 9

Fixed various typos

Removed grey sketch line from corner of Bingo.png

Fixed missing Alt Text for Bingo.png

Clarified that armor counts as a set of clothes

Specified how long it takes for a glass cutter to cut holes of various sizes

Reduced cost of the Aptitude spell from 3 to 2 Favor

Added advice for players to - at minimum - figure out how they will get in, how they will acquire the target, and how they will get back out again within their planning time limit. You'd be surprised how many groups forget one of those three things!

Added reminder for the Guy in the Van to award bonus Favor for the Dragon's Patron effect at the end of Phase 2: The Plan

Various tweaks to The Princess in the Box example heist based on continued playtesting

Added a timeline overview of the heist to The Princess in the Box

Increased margin size of The Princess in the Box intel handout for easier note taking

Updated the titles of some of the art pieces in the credits

[gren-arlio]

Ah, another 2 parter. Welcome to Part 2 of Episode 2 of Season 2 of Waku Puyo Translations.

(That's a lot of 2's.)

Hello everyone, it's the guy with Kempf calling Olwen a stupid bitch banner here, back at it again with translating a funny video game. Ain't that fun? Sorry for the delay, with tests going on, a super big assignment, and of course, English class, I haven't had too much time to finish these. Also I've had an illness for the past 5 days and that's been kicking my ass. Hope you understand.

As stated prior, this is Part 2 of Episode 2, because Arle's route has so much text from the information booth that its super hard to put all of this stuff in a very timely manner, thus making two parts. Thankfully, a delay still means this gets released, just in a weird time. With it, I bring this part.

Here's the link to the video:

Timestamps:

Sasori Midboss: (10:39, defeat at 13:00.)

Info Stuff Again: (13:25 through 15:15, with extra Momomo stuff)

Draco Boss: (17:28, defeat at 21:08)

Draco Revisit: (23:17)

Finally, this episode will be done. And with this, I hope you enjoy.

Major Edit:

First off, I want to thank Eudae for this. They told me about this and I frankly wanna thank them for it. Here's their Nexus page for their info:

I messed up a key gameplay mechanic. With the major mistake, the mechanic is NOT called pinning, but storing an item inside of a bottle, Ala a fairy from Zelda. The effect I explained is still the same, where inside the bottle, the item doesn't wear down, but the correction had to be made.

Second, Weathering as a name. I took the name literally, which I shouldn't have. In reality, gameplay mechanics wise, it's more like an item wearing down, ala...Zelda again. The effect is still the same, but the names itself are wrong.

Third and more minor, the item for bottling up items is actually called the "Bottling Wand" or an overly long "Put-it-in-a-jar Wand" rather than a pinning stick. Fixes have been made, and once again, thanks Eudae.

Sasori Midboss:

Arle:

Huh? You're...

Sasori Man:

How are you? I'm Sasori Man.

Sometimes I'm a mysterious mogul, other times I'm the informant working behind the scenes, and sometimes I'm the deadliest assassin of them all...

Arle:

???

Sasori Man:

Well, I'm busy with stuff, so shall we get right into it?

Arle:

What? I'm fighting you now? Alright then, I won't lose!

---

Defeat: (13:00)

Sasori Man:

You're a good one, you win.

I'm going back. Goodbye.

Arle:

He's gone. Let's go too, Carby!

Carbuncle:

Gu!

----

Info Booth Again:

(So with this, back to menu nonsense. The player clicks Bulletin and the order goes:

To You Who Has Obtained the Grimoire

Momomo Store Reopening <- 2

Fire Mountain

Water Paradise

Starlight Stage

Identification Recommendation

Trap Warning

Pinning Recommendation <- 1)

"Bottling" Recommendation:

Sasori Man:

How are you doing today?

Arle:

Oh, Heya. What can you tell me?

Sasori Man;

Well, you see, I have a lot of work to do.

So let's get right into explaining.

Arle:

O-ok...

Sasori Man:

Arle, do you know why food rots?

Arle:

I believe if an enemy attacks it, or a trap.

Sasori Man:

Yes, that's right.

If you eat rotten food, you'll have a horrible stomach ache, so be careful.

Arle:

Alright then.

Sasori Man:

Along with rotting, another issue is the item wearing down.

Arle:

The item wearing down...? Oh, the thing that makes items worse.

Sasori Man:

Yes. For example, a Medical Herb becomes an Ordinary Herb, and Medicine jusg becomes Water. That's what I mean by wearing down.

Arle:

The effects of the item dissappear too...that's rough...

Sasori Man:

Whether it rots or wears out, eating spoiled food is incredibly painful.

Arle:

Yeah, it sure sounds like it.

Sasori Man:

...Well, I have wonderful news for you!

Arle:

Aren't you really excited all of a sudden-

Sasori Man;

There's a way to prevent such problems.

Arle:

What? You're serious!?

Sasori Man:

They call it "Bottle-clogging." (For now, I'll keep this name based off the info given.)

Food and other items can be kept safe with the bottle...with no worries at all!

The bottle protects the item from incoming attacks!

Arle:

Wow, that's amazing...

Sasori Man:

You can also bottle up items like herbs and the sort.

Of course, even when bottled up, the item can still be used normally.

Arle:

So how many items can I bottle up?

Sasori Man:

All you have to use is an item called the "Bottling Wand".

They're dropped in dungeons occasionally, so you'll find one if you're lucky.

Arle:

A bottling wand... alright, so I CAN protect my items!

---

Momomo Store Reopening:

Bulletin Board:

The numbers of items in Momomo's store and gone up a bit. So come on in and buy even more stuff.

(You can then find him in Fire Mountain...but the player just sells items when he says welcome.)

-----

Draco Boss: (17:28)

Arle:

Oh, you were at the entrance...

Draco:

Ah, you've finally arrived!

...Hm? Do you have a Grimoire?

Arle:

Grimoire? I don't have one.

Draco:

Well...guess I have no other choice then.

If you want to clear this room, you're going to have to get through me!

Arle:

What? What is this, a beauty pageant or something?

Draco:

Hmpf...I thought you'd never be able to match my beauty...

...Wait, no! Not here... (As in, this ain't the place for this nonsense.)

Arle:

So are we going to play Puyo Puyo then?

Draco:

Hehehe, I can make 5 chains...

...No! This is a proper fight!

(In defeat, she just says Gao 3 times.)

----

Draco Revisit:

Draco:

Gao!

Arle:

It's you again...

Draco:

I have to say, you're much stronger than you look.

Arle:

Huh? I do?

Draco:

I need to train myself, so I'm here to get even better!

Arle:

Eh? Is this place good for training like that anyways?

Draco:

Hm? I mean, you can always enter the attraction again, but it'd be hard to get out of it.

Oh, and I see that you have red orb, take good care of that.

If you forgot to ever grab an orb, don't worry, they'll still be on the 10th floor.

Arle:

Alright...thanks.

Draco:

Alright then, cya.

Arle:

Yeah, bye!

-----

And with that, Episode 2 is properly done. Hopefully the 3rd one isn't as long.

Next time I'm here I'll most likely be doing an Extras episode. But with that...

Adios.

[doorinthemountain]

writers on their writing routines;

“I need an hour alone before dinner, with a drink, to go over what I’ve done that day. I can’t do it late in the afternoon because I’m too close to it. Also, the drink helps. It removes me from the pages. So I spend this hour taking things out and putting other things in. Then I start the next day by redoing all of what I did the day before, following these evening notes. When I’m really working I don’t like to go out or have anybody to dinner, because then I lose the hour. If I don’t have the hour, and start the next day with just some bad pages and nowhere to go, I’m in low spirits. Another thing I need to do, when I’m near the end of the book, is sleep in the same room with it. That’s one reason I go home to Sacramento to finish things. Somehow the book doesn’t leave you when you’re asleep right next to it. In Sacramento nobody cares if I appear or not. I can just get up and start typing.”

c. Joan Didion

"5:30 a.m.--wake up and lie there and sleep.

6:15 a.m.--get up an eat breakfast (lots).

7:15 a.m. --get to work writing, writing, writing.

Noon--lunch.

1:00-3:00 p.m.--reading, music.

3:00-5:00 p.m.--correspondence, maybe house cleaning.

5:00-8:00 p.m.--make dinner and eat it.

After 8:30 p.m.--I tend to be very stupid and we won't talk about this."

c. Ursula K. LeGuin

"I write every morning as soon after first light as possible. There is no one to disturb you and it is cool or cold and you come to your work and warm as you write. You read what you have written and, as you always stop when you know what is going to happen next, you go on from there.

You write until you come to a place where you still have your juice and know what will happen next and you stop and try to live through until the next day when you hit it again. You have started at six in the morning, say, and may go on until noon or be through before that.

When you stop you are as empty, and at the same time never empty but filling, as when you have made love to someone you love. Nothing can hurt you, nothing can happen, nothing means anything until the next day when you do it again. It is the wait until the next day that is hard to get through"

c. Ernest Hemmingway

“I write with a felt-tip pen, or sometimes a pencil, on yellow or white legal pads, that fetish of American writers. I like the slowness of writing by hand. Then I type it up and scrawl all over that. And keep on retyping it, each time making corrections both by hand and directly on the typewriter, until I don’t see how to make it any better… I write in spurts. I write when I have to because the pressure builds up and I feel enough confidence that something has matured in my head and I can write it down. But once something is really under way, I don’t want to do anything else. I don’t go out, much of the time I forget to eat, I sleep very little. It’s a very undisciplined way of working and makes me not very prolific. But I’m too interested in many other things.”

c. Susan Sontag

"I don’t believe in writer’s block. Think about it — when you were blocked in college and had to write a paper, didn’t it always manage to fix itself the night before the paper was due? Writer’s block is having too much time on your hands. If you have a limited amount of time to write, you just sit down and do it. You might not write well every day, but you can always edit a bad page. You can’t edit a blank page."

c. Jodi Picoult

"I keep a hotel room in my hometown and pay for it by the month.

I go around 6:30 in the morning. I have a bedroom, with a bed, a table, and a bath. I have Roget’s Thesaurus, a dictionary, and the Bible. Usually a deck of cards and some crossword puzzles. Something to occupy my little mind.

I have all the paintings and any decoration taken out of the room. I ask the management and housekeeping not to enter the room, just in case I’ve thrown a piece of paper on the floor, I don’t want it discarded. About every two months I get a note slipped under the door: “Dear Ms. Angelou, please let us change the linen. We think it may be moldy!”

But I’ve never slept there, I’m usually out of there by 2. And then I go home and I read what I’ve written that morning, and I try to edit then. Clean it up.

Easy reading is damn hard writing. But if it’s right, it’s easy. It’s the other way round, too. If it’s slovenly written, then it’s hard to read. It doesn’t give the reader what the careful writer can give the reader."

c. Maya Angelou

"When I’m in writing mode for a novel, I get up at four a.m. and work for five to six hours. In the afternoon, I run for ten kilometers or swim for fifteen hundred meters (or do both), then I read a bit and listen to some music. I go to bed at nine p.m.

I keep to this routine every day without variation. The repetition itself becomes the important thing; it’s a form of mesmerism. I mesmerize myself to reach a deeper state of mind."

c. Haruki Murakami

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**Update: my entire HP catalogue is now uploaded! You can find it at my other ao3 page (yes, I made a separate one!!!), SilentAuror_HPworks!

As stated above beneath the cut, there are a couple of things to note:

I didn't reformat them. I just couldn't. It would have taken me years to correct the double spacing between paragraphs alone, and all of the html for italics... I had thought about it, but just no.-I didn't edit them. I thought about that, too, but the thought of reading the older stuff, ESPECIALLY the ships I stopped shipping like 15 years ago, was also just a big no. I haven't re-read any of them, though I might re-read some of the more recent ones. I don't even remember what a lot of them were about.

I left comments open, but every story comes with a note that states that I won't be answering comments. That said, if you're reading a fic and spot a truly egregious typo, you can absolutely let me know and I'll fix it. You can also just comment if you really want to. I've gotten several already, and still appreciate them, even if I'm not responding. Amusingly, some of them are also just confusing because I can't remember what the story itself was about, at all. Lol.

I found it interesting, nostalgic, and increasingly melancholy to first remember many of these stories, especially some of the later ones that were so deeply entrenched in my heart. It was also hard, somehow, to watch how my writing petered out in that fandom. I don't mean in quality, but in the sporadic nature of it. I can track what was going on in my offscreen life very clearly: at the end of August 2007, I moved to another city and started my masters. I didn't write a single fic in 2008. I wrote one in 2009, then in January of 2010, I wrote my last Harry Potter fic. After that, nothing.

I genuinely thought I was done with fandom and done with writing. JKR made me fall out of love with HP hard. My real life and career were taking off and I thought I had left fannish things behind me.

... until May 2013, when I discovered Benedict Cumberbatch via Star Trek Into Darkness, and knew that I needed to consume everything else he had ever done. There were only two series of Sherlock at that point, though setlock for series 3 was about to start. I think I got to ASIB when I went looking for fan discussion and reviews, and before I had even finished TRF, the old itch came back and I knew I was going to have to write these characters. By that point, social spaces for fandom had changed, archives had changed, ao3 had sprung up, and I didn't know where any of the people I used to know had gone. But I found some of you, and some of you beautiful people that I still know now are people who I knew back then, and some of you even started reading my brand new, slightly-uncertain Sherlock work, sheerly on the basis of your belief in my writing based on my HP work. So, thank you for that. I will always value my HP work and the world of people it introduced me to, and I will never be so arrogant as to think that fandom is something that one "outgrows". You can leave it behind, but fandom is for everyone. So for all of you who have been asking me since my return to fanspaces in 2013, YES: I have finally uploaded my HP stories to ao3, in all of their imperfection and verbosity. <3

PSA: HP fics

Hello everyone!

In March, I discovered to my dismay that skyehawke.com had closed without warning and that I had lost all of my Harry Potter fics. I was upset, obviously. I had left the HP fandom many years ago, and had zero interest in promoting or discussing anything I had written, but I had always promised that I would leave my stories online and available, ideally all in one place. That place was skyehawke.com. When I re-joined fandom life in general after a lengthy hiatus, ao3 had sprung up and that's where I started posting my Sherlock fics. People have asked me repeatedly about the possibility of moving my HP fics over there and I always said, quite firmly, absolutely not.

(Putting in a cut to spare your dashboards!)

Why not? Because it's a lot of f-ing fic, for starters. My HP catalogue caps out in the 1.8 million word range, at something like 104 or 105 fics, some of which are quite short, but some of which are also QUITE long. The longest of the multi-chaptered stories is 36 chapters, for instance. Plus, as I said, I didn't want to be drawing attention to them, getting comments on them, having to re-read them just to understand what the comment was even referring to (I wrote the majority of these around 2004-7), etc.

However, in my gratitude to the people who stepped up and within days restored my entire HP collection to me, I promised both on my old livejournal account and here that I would, once my then-current project was complete, begin the long, laborious process of transferring my HP catalogue to ao3 after all. I'm not going to lie: it's a TREMENDOUS amount of work. Originally I had thought that I would take the opportunity to re-read the stories and edit out typos, manually re-format them, manually redo the html coding, etc, etc. However, I just can't. It's time-consuming enough just to upload all of the raw text, along with the fandom, pairing, rating, summary, etc, so that's my warning: they are what they are. The earliest of these was written 17 years ago. If you're a writer, imagine your writing from that long ago. I cringe at some of the pairings. But a promise is a promise, and I'm not someone who breaks my word.

So, long disclaimer aside, I'm here to announce that I've created a whole separate ao3 page. I was originally going to wait until I'd uploaded the full catalogue, but people have already noticed these stories popping up, so I thought I'd go ahead and share now. I'm adamant about not having these stories take up space in the very limit amount of time I have for fandom in general, and which I prefer to dedicate to Sherlock, hence the separate page.

Here it is: SilentAuror_HPworks. I started working on this the very day after I posted Nocturne (aka my latest project), as promised, and so far I've only uploaded 16 stories (although if you count individual chapters, that adds up to 125 individual uploads already). Every story comes with a posted note that I will not be answering comments. I did leave the comment field open, though, because I know that sometimes people really just want to comment. I'll read the comment and appreciate the kudos and bookmarks. I just don' t have the time to respond to comments on 105 stories in a fandom I don't want to discuss anymore. I hope that feels fair? Either way, this is what I'll be working on as my muses ponder my next Sherlock project. :)

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FLATCMS for static websites

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FLATCMS – The most simple cms there is

Turn any existing static website into a CMS content management system in a few minutes. Edit, upload, resize and manage images and files.

Features

FLATCMS can be used on a desktop, tablet or smartphone. Works with language files ( currently available English, Spanish, Italian, German and Dutch ). Create in minutes a cms for a client with static html files.

Technical

Uses Bootstrap, Optimal security (with brute force protection), xHTML valid sourcecode and the latest TinyMCE 4

Explanation

FLATCMS is one of the most simple Content Management System (CMS) there is. With FLATCMS the owner of a website can easily edit the content. This doesn’t require any knowlegde about websites or HTML.

You can install FLATCMS in any existing website or just use a html template. You provide the HTML-files with some editable region tags. FLATCMS will then know which parts it’s allowed to edit. It doesn’t matter if you made the HTML-files yourself or if they’re made by software like Dreamweaver, Frontpage, Studio Webdesign, WebCreator etc.

As an Administrator you have your own login code. This allows you to easily change the configuration, like hiding certain folders, switch on/off buttons for various properties settings in the (WYSIWYG) Editor or changing the language and set the login code for a user.

Demo

Go to https://www.flatcms.nl to look at the demo (admin and explanations)

I also made a small demo with a one page bootstrap template and flatcms. Go to https://bootstrap.flatcms.nl/ and look into the source how I added the editable regions. Go to https://bootstrap.flatcms.nl/admin/ to log in and see how it looks like in the admin ( login admin – 1 ). I made this example in 10 minutes !

Installation

It’s really easy to install FLATCMS.

Just put some tags

<!-- InstanceBeginEditable name="one" --> and <!-- InstanceEndEditable -->

around the text areas in your website, so a user can edit these text parts.

Upload the html files and the admin dir to your server.

Go to http://www.yoursite.com/admin/ and an installation wizzard will be shown.

Fill in the required fields like username and pass and you are ready to go.

FLATCMS will directly scan you website for files with these tags and allow a user to edit these regions. Take a look at the install manual (included in the installation wizzard)

Demo

You can login here to see a demo of FLATCMS. Because this is a demo none of the changes will be saved. For the admin login you can use (name) admin – (pass) 1 or as user (name) user – (pass) 1

Addons

You can easily add some of my other plugins to the TinyMCE wysiwyg like my TinyMCE 4 plugin Youtube search and insert , TinyMCE 4 plugin Flickr image search and place or TinyMCE 4 plugin Picasa/Google plus images

Some comments

“Everything. The whole thing is absolutely brilliant. Thank you for producing such a good quality product. I hope you stick around to provide support for this product for many years to come. It’s really good quality and we’ll be planning on purchasing more licenses for more clients with static sites in the months to come. Thank you again.” – AtreyuOhmsford

“awesome script… simple, straight foward, tiny learning curve. loved it !!!!!!” – fakokay

“Great product and fantastic support.” – LcParrini

“Beautiful work, one of the best purchases I have ever made here, I strongly recommend .” – vsdesigner

“Eight months after the purchase of this script. Every day I like. HTML and PHP to work, static and dynamic pages. It is much more flexible than any cms. With a little imagination it becomes a design position. You can adapt any modern responsive themes within minutes. For those who doubt, which can clearly be in munti-language, multi-themes, and what you want. Let your work directly on the server, upload images and change sizes. It is intuitive and easy. Clean and fast results, no database required for the script itself. It installs in 1 minute. The support is very good, support and improvement suggestions. A great script. A grateful purchaser. Five stars Excuse me for my bad english.” – cesar52

Rating and updates

Support

I will NOT give support to free hosting services or a local host setup since I cannot solve then any path problems if they occur.

Changelog

Version 2.0 - Updated TinyMCE 5.2.1 and the language files (mar 26 2020)

Version 2.0 - Updated the package for php 7.4 (dec 07 2019)

Version 2.0 - Small bugfix and updated the installation guide (oct 24 2019)

Version 2.0 - Added the brand new TinyMCE 5 (WYSIWYG) version, and an Responsive filemanager with included TOAST TUI image editor ( DEMO https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FrYwQaUGRvk ) (to update overwrite all files) (oct 23 2019)

Version 1.0.7 - Small notice fix for php 7.2 and correct path for the css style (to update just overwrite admin/index.php) (oct 17 2019)

Version 1.0.7 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.9.4 and added a full page editing for the administrator so you can add editable regions or adjust some source code online. To update replace all files and set define('INSTALL','1'); in config.php to install the new version (mar 28 2019)

Version 1.0.6 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.9.3 (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (mar 03 2019)

Version 1.0.6 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.9.2 (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (jan 09 2019)

Version 1.0.6 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.8.4 (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (oct 29 2018)

Version 1.0.6 - Small fix selecting long filename in the filemanager (to update upload /admin/index.php ) (oct 10 2018)

Version 1.0.6 - Updated TinyMCE with preview button, updated the filemanager for images and files (image button shows only images with resize options, link button show all files and removed resize option) (to update upload all files except admin/config.php ) (sep 09 2018)

Version 1.0.5 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.8.2 incl lang files (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (aug 08 2018)

Version 1.0.5 - Fixed problem with specialchars (dec 18 2017)

Version 1.0.5 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.7.4 (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (dec 07 2017)

Version 1.0.5 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.7.3 and added a media button (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce), also updated the admin/index.php (fixed bug with link list) (dec 04 2017)

Version 1.0.4 - Added wordcount to TinyMCE (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (oct 10 2017)

Version 1.0.4 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.5.2 (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (jan 5 2017)

Version 1.0.4 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.4.0. (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (jul 07 2016)

Version 1.0.4 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.3.11. (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (apr 27 2016)

Version 1.0.4 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.3.8. (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (mrt 16 2016)

Version 1.0.4 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.3.7. (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (mrt 3 2016)

Version 1.0.4 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.3.3. including lang files. (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (jan 27 2016)

Version 1.0.4 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.2.7. including lang files. (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (0ct 27 2015)

Version 1.0.4 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.2.5. (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (aug 31 2015)

Version 1.0.4 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.2.4. (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (aug 17 2015)

Version 1.0.4 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.2.3. Bug fix TinyMCE for Edge (windows 10) (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (aug 8 2015)

Version 1.0.4 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.2.2 (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (jul 22 2015)

Version 1.0.4 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.2.1 (with a new flat UI) (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (jun 29 2015)

Version 1.0.4 - added prefix tx_ Only a plain textarea will appear (no WYSIWYG or JS buttons) (apr 21 2015)

Version 1.0.3 - Added blockquote to the WYSIWYG. Updated the installation pdf how to use custom css with the WYSIWYG editor (apr 19 2015)

Version 1.0.3 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.1.10 There are now three prefixes which you can set before the region name ts_ With this one only a few buttons will appear in the WYSIWYG (bold,italic and colors) nm_ Setting this will overrule the metatags and they will not appear js_ With this one the textarea will not be using the WYSIWYG editor but a plain textarea. Great for editing advanced menu’s or js parts The user won't see these prefixes only the admin Examples <!-- InstanceBeginEditable name=”ts_test” --> <!-- InstanceBeginEditable name=”nm_js_test” --> (apr 19 2015)

Version 1.0.2 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.1.9 (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (mar 10 2015)

Version 1.0.2 - Updated TinyMCE to version 4.1.8 (to update just overwrite the dir admin/tinymce) (mar 6 2015)

Version 1.0.2 - Added italian lang (thanks to Luca Parrini) (feb 2 2015)

Version 1.0.2 - Single and double quotes will be removed from the metatags when saving (jan 21 2015)

Version 1.0.2 - Added jQuery tags metakeywords (jan 19 2015)

Version 1.0.1 - Added Spanish lang, added _ prefix for non WYSIWYG, added js buttons for the normal textarea, updated installation guide and added check if a lang in TinyMCE exist (jan 10 2015)

Small fixes and UI update (jan 8 2015)

First 1.0 release (jan 6 2015)

Update

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