#new enby name just dropped

[uncarving-the-block]

Smh the universe simulation crew is just phoning it in these days.

(For reference, the rest of the plants had actual plant common / scientific names)

[frootloopscos]

Night Raven Daycare!

This is another fic that I figured I should cross post, let me know what ya'll think of it!

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(Y/N) hummed along to their music as they drove down the street to their new work building. Turning into the parking lot the smile as the song playing had finished right on time. Unplugging their phone, turning off the radio, and then their car, they check their hair quickly in the Mirror and then grab their Fanny pack. Putting their phone inside and tossing the strap over their shoulder. They exited the car and locked it before putting the keys in the little bag, then they took a deep breath and walked up to the door, pulling it open they look around before they're greeted by who the assumed was the head caretaker.

"Mx (Y/N) (L/N) correct?" The male asked, (Y/N) nods, "that's me." They said with a small smile and extending a hand, "nice to finally meet you sir." The head caretaker smiled and exited his own hand, shaking the enby's. "Yes yes, now today is your first day so you'll be taking care of only one class with another caretaker to get used to it." (Y/N) nods, "makes sense." They say as the two walk down the hall and to a door "this class consists of mainly humans with one beast man and one half fae child, and a robot, they're all around five to seven in common years." The male explained before knocking on the door and opening it. No one was inside except for a cat?

The Enby crouched down and held and open palm, the black fluffy cat came over and allowed them to pick it up. They pet the cats head as Crowley spoke to it. "Ah, Lucius, where is Trein?" He asked, (Y/N) looked to Crowley, "I didn't know we could bring pets or familiars." They said with a small pout, they would've brought their own little kitty if they knew. Crowley cleared his throat, "apologies, did you not get an email that said that?" The Enby shook their head looking at the cat. "Hey kitty, can you go get your master?" They asked before setting Lucius down. The cat meowed at them and went to the back of the room, weaving through toys scattered on the floor until he got to a curtain and went behind it.

The two humans followed the familiar, Crowley pushed the curtain back to reveal an older looking gentleman who was moving around a dark room. The male looked over and grunted quietly to himself. He went over to the two and introduced himself as one of the other caretakers, "Mozus Trein, you may call me Trein, the kids find it easier to say than my first name. You are the new caretaker correct?" (Y/n) (L/n), I look forward to working with you." They said with a smile. Trein nodded, "I have finished tiding up the nap room, why don't we tidy up the rest of the room. If parents drop off their kids then have them put any belongings in their cubbies, their lunches go the the fridge behind my desk to keep them cold."

Crowley left shortly after the two caretakers had gotten acquainted, and as the two were cleaning the first child was dropped off by his dad. (Y/n) walked over "hey there bud, my name's (Y/n) you can call me Mx. (Y/N) or just (Y/n), I'll be helping mr Trein out today." They said to him, the little redhead smiled brightly and waved "hiiii! I'm Ace!" The Enby laughed lightly, "it's nice to meet you ack, why don't you say bye bye to your dad and then put your bag in your cubby, I'll take your lunch and then you can go sit on the mat alright?" Ace gave his father's legs a tight hug and then he ran over to the cubbies putting his backpack inside and giving (Y/n) his lunch box. "Look look! My lunch box has the queen of hearts on it!" (Y/n) nodded with a smile, "I do see, it's so cool Ace." They then went behind the fest and put it in the fridge.

The next child was carried in on someone's shoulders, "alright squirt." The dark blue haired male said putting the mini version of him down on the floor. "You be nice for your caretaker and We can go for a ride with the gang when we're done alright?" The little boy smiled widely at the statement and ne nodded, "okay big bro!" The tall male looked over "yo, call me Spades, pologies if the little sh- er Deuce says anything that might make him seem bad, I'll be here later to pick him up, later squirt." (Y/n) just shook their head confused and introduced themself to the boy, he told her his name was Deuce Spade and gave them his lunch box, it had a blastcycle on it.

The other kids slowly came in and introduced themself to the new caretaker. Jack, Epel, Sebek, and Ortho. Each proudly showing off their lunch boxes and running over to the mat to greet their friends. At that point Trein walked over with (Y/n) and cleared his throat. "Children, I'm sure you've all already met Mx. (Y/n), they'll be helping take care of you and the other kids in the daycare." (Y/n) waved with a smile, "heya kiddos, I'm brand new so you'll have to show me the ropes alright?" Epel's eyes widened at this, "we get to help an adult?" He asked with a grin, (Y/n) nodded, "yep! You'll have to help me out alright? So go easy on me." They said playfully and sat on their knees, "now, Mr Trein has some things he has to do, so why don't you all tell me your names again and one thing you like to do for fun? It'll be a little meet and greet." They said putting their hands together

The kids agreed to this and Ace decided to start. "Hi I'm Ace Trapula! And I really like to play!" (Y/n) smiled, Deuce decided to go next. "I'm Deuce Spade! I really like going on blastcycle rides with my brother and his friends!" "That's nice" (y/n) said with a smile. "Jack, why don't you go next?" The wolf beast man nodded, "I'm Jack Howl....and I really like to run!" (Y/n) nodded, "Epel?" The purple haired boy nodded "I'm Epel Felmer, I like helping my family out with harvest." "Mx. (Y/n), what's harvest?" Ace asked, "harvest is what we call it when farmers pick their fruits and vegetables." (Y/n) explained, "human!" Sebek said standing up "I am Sebis Zigvolt! And I like playing with my neighbors!" "It's very nice to meet you bud." (Y/n) said, "and how about you kiddo?" They asked the robot with blue seemingly flaming hair. The little robot looked up at them "oh! I'm Ortho Shoud and I really like playing video games with my brother!"

——— Hi hi! Thanks for coming in and viewing my new story! This was inspired a bit by a story on Ao3 right here

What did you guys think of the first chapter?

Word count: 1168

Published to wattpad: July 29th 2022

Published to tumblr: Jan. 30th, 2024 Edited: May 8th, 2023

[starberrywander]

New Pronoun Drop??? 🤯🤩❤️

*Infomercial voice* Are you tired of arguing about the singularity of "they"? Do you want to do away with unnecessarily gendered language and do whatever you want with your pronouns? Do you like linguistic chaos!? If so, I have the perrrfect product for you:

Pronouns 2.0!!!

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Ok clickbait titles and memes aside, as a Non-binary person who has been thinking about linguistics I have some suggestions for a new pronoun system in English. Idk if anyone else will even care about this idea but I like it so I'm gonna talk about it.

So this came to me while watching a tiktok about the singular “they”, so I think that’s a good place to start. The topic of the tiktok was how because of the increased use of the singular they as a personal pronoun, some sentences can be a little confusing and that to make up for that English will likely develop a new version of the plural “they”. A few of the comments were suggesting that we should use “tha’ll” but I personally think that “theys” sounds more natural. So that’s my first suggestion; lets replace the plural “They” with “theys.” Or if you’re in “tha’ll” camp use that and we can see which one will catch on first. It doesn’t really matter, I plan to be using “theys”, at least online.

The next part is a personal preference that I have loved since the second I first heard about it, which is the concept of clusivity. If you haven’t heard of it, clusivity is when a language has to separate words for us (including you) and us (not including you). I like this a lot. I dunno why. But while we’re revolutionizing pronouns I say let’s add clusivity to English because fuck it. We/us can continue to be the inclusive (including you) version, but let’s make the exclusive (not including you) version be wees/uz because why not. For example, currently if you said the sentence “we’re going out to eat, I reserved a table for us” you would have to use context clues to determine whether the speaker was including the person they were talking to in that dinner or, like, telling their roommate about a date they had planned with their partner. But with clusivity you could specify within that sentence that it is the second option by saying, “Wees are going out to eat, I reserved a table for uz.” It looks silly but I like it and also it gives some much needed love to Z. 

And finally, I suggest that we accept all the neopronouns. All of ‘em. Like, I know a lot of us (especially enbies) have already but I mean like officially. This is more like a language culture thing, but I think we should default to they/them until someone tells us their pronouns and then respect the hell out of whatever pronouns they choose/create for themselves. Additionally, I propose adding pronouns like a kind of honorifics system. Y’know like how you’d say “mr” or the wide variety of “mrs” types? Yeah what if we replace that with a person’s pronouns instead. Like instead of Mr Jones and Mrs Jones it could be like He Jones and She Jones. Or if they used neopronouns it could be something like Xe Jones. Plus if someone had the last name Mann and used he/him pronouns he would get to officially be He Mann, and I think that is peak pronoun. 

But also, like, you could use it for first names too. It would be a way to introduce yourself and your pronouns all in one sweep like “Hi I’m She Amber and this is my friend They Hannah” and boom, you’ve just communicated names and pronouns in the most efficient way in English ever. Plus, you’ve also solved the problem of gender neutral honorifics and the sucky patriarchal concept of denoting a woman’s marital status with honorifics.

Anyway, that was my proposal for updated English pronouns. I hope y’all liked it. I will now think of myself as Ze Starberry online because vibes.

[mothrite]

Wandering gaze

SUMMERY: Adrian has always been a bit salty but it feels like with you he intentionally tries not to say anything nice. You finally confront him.

WARNINGS: fluff, reader is plant coven head because Terra got fired (I hate her sm.), afab+Enby reader, trans Adrian!!

A/N: I hate how this came out help 😿

“And now, y/n l/n as the next head of the plant coven!”

You swiftly removed your hood, staring into the camera with the same bright smile you had as the moment you received the news.

“Thank you so much for this opportunity! Im thrilled to be working with such high powered witches, it’s truly an honor.”

You sighed, your smile softening as the camera turned off and you turned to look at all your fellow coven heads. Most started to file out but a few remained, including the heads of the bard and abomination covens and the head of the Illusionist coven as well. You made your way over to the illusionist as the other two were indulged in their own conversation.

“It’s a pleasure to be working with you Mr…?” You trailed off, hoping for him to complete the sentence as you hadn’t been informed of his name. He looked you up and down before rolling his eyes and setting his hands at his hips.

“Graye. It’s Adrian Graye Vernworth.” Before you could respond he had already started walking away. With a confused expression you stepped over to the other two coven heads who were finishing up their conversation. The one with glasses and mint hair smiled and reached out their hand to greet you.

“Glad to have you on the team! Im Raine, and this is Darius” After introducing yourself the three of you made small talk, eventually these two would grow to become your best friends.

A few months had passed and over the time Adrian continued to be sour towards you. He distanced himself, ignoring you. It angered you. Infuriated you. Everyone else was kind and open with you while he was somewhat hostile.

You had enough. The Emperor had to leave, causing the meeting to be cut short. Everyone was gone and just as Adrian was leaving you gently grasped his arm. “Wait!”

He looked at you, his face twisting in confusion. You let go of his arm as he turned around to look at you. His foot tapped against the ground, trying to get out of the too small room as fast as possible.

“What do you want.”

“Why do you hate me.” You bluntly let out the truth. You noticed as his eyes widened slightly and his mouth clicked shut.

“Excuse me?” He said, a nervous smile painting his face as he let out soft giggle of anxiousness.

You repeated the question. “Why do you hate me.”

His smile dropped and he stood there, the gears in his head churning as he figures out the right words to say.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then why are you always avoiding me? Why do you go out of your way to cut our conversations short?”

He put a hand to your shoulder and smiled as a soft pink dusted his cheeks.

“Because you dazzle me. You make me so nervous I get scared I’ll mess up and a make a fool of myself.”

You stood there, stunned. He quickly covered his mouth with one of his hands and paced away. You stood there for a good few minutes with your thoughts before leaving. So he doesn’t hate you. He thinks you’re amazing. You sat in your room, thinking about what he said.

“Dazzle.”

“I Dazzle him.”

You laid down, looking out the window at the extensive pit of spikes. You thought about him. His face. The way his tail starts to swing back and forth when he gets excited or happy. How he always has a bit of fur on the back of his neck. The cute little pride flags he keeps in his office. Everything about him.

“I think he dazzles me too.”

[moonyshifter]

*at 3am* Zipper: *runs into Carl’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead! Carl: *wakes up* Dude! Zipper: *cackles* Moony: *sits up from where they were sleeping behind Carl* What the fuck, Zipper? Zipper: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT-

Zipper: Bad news—Carl locked themself outside of their own house. Zipper: Good news—we didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith. Zipper: Bad news—Moony finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory(TM). I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned it was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute guys/girls/enbies. Zipper: Good news—a cute guy saw me do it. Zipper: Bad news—it was Negan, and since they’ve already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, they’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. They know.

Zipper: I want to kiss you. Negan, not paying attention: What? Zipper: I said if you die, I wont miss you

Zipper: My hands are cold. Negan: Here, let me hold them. Zipper: My lips are cold too. Negan: *covers Zipper's mouth with their hand*

Moony: *finds a note* Hmm, whats this? Zipper: Hey, that's mine! *tries to grab it* Moony: Aww, it's a love note for Negan? Zipper: No- Moony: *opens it* Moony: Zipper: Moony: I can't read this.

Moony: Who do we know that has handcuffs? Negan: Well Zipper and I- Zipper: *elbows Negan* Negan: ...wouldn't know.

Negan: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things. Zipper: Hi, I’m ‘things’

Zipper, bursting into the room: You two are having sex! Moony, not looking up from their book: Really? Carl, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

Zipper: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!

Moony: Hey, babe, remember how I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up my ADHD meds? Carl: Yes? Moony: Well, it turns out they're all out for the next five days. Carl: Fuck. Moony: It's gonna be a fun week! Carl: I'm going to Negan's house. Moony: Nuh-uh. Through sickness and health, motherfucker.

Carl: I like your top, Zipper! Negan: I have a name, you know. Zipper: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

Zipper, looking through their clothes: Has anyone seen my top? Moony: Negan's in the kitchen.

Zipper: Do you love Moony? Carl: Yeah, I do. Zipper: Negan! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks! Negan: We all love Moony. You should've asked if they were IN love with them. Carl: I thought that was implied. Negan: ... Zipper: ... Carl, looking straight at Negan: Congrats Zipper, you just won 100 bucks.

Zipper: If I say I love you, will you say it back? Moony: Yes. Zipper: I love you. Moony: It back. *Later* Negan: Why is Zipper crying face-down on the floor?

the first one I can see happening, also the adhd and s*x one.

[bbugyu]

no one could be prouder or more pleased to be by your side.

classic | epilogue

2.9k | joshua x afab enby!reader, fluff, humor, swearing, eating, josh is the literal sweetest human alive

this is a quick one! i've actually had this written for about a year LMAO but i never posted for some reason 🤕 anyhow, i threw together a title card and cleaned it up a bit to post as a thank you for 1500 followers! i seriously can't believe so many of you find me worthy of a follow, and i genuinely appreciate it so much. thank you! thank you thank you thank you!!!!!! also yes i pulled the name from THE 00s romcom of all time starring ryan reynolds and sandra bullock and YES i used a joshua picture from canada because that movie is set in alaska (it's as close as i could get without using the gum wall pics ok)

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sometimes, days were just bad. there was no real cause, and nothing to be done about it, but sometimes small things piled up in ways that you couldn't stop thinking about. you stubbed your toe on the dresser first thing in the morning after not sleeping particularly well or long. your subway car was more crowded than you liked, and when you stopped at a cafe to get a coffee a block away from the studio, you realized you had forgotten the memory card for your camera and had to resort to filming on your phone instead. you only worked at maji studio once a week these days, and you were always excited to spend some time with yunhyeong, but he hadn't been able to make it in because his sister and her wife dropped in for a surprise visit, so you didn't even get to see him. it was slightly too hot for spring and you could feel it under your arms. the pollen count was too high and you could feel it in your nose. your shoes were too new to be fully broken in and you could feel it in your achilles.

all this, and one of your best friends had just gotten engaged.

it went without question that you were extremely happy for the couple, and absurdly excited to celebrate with them, but krys had asked her half-brother to be her "maid" of honor (leaving you relieved, karol indignant, and sending joshua into a manic and panicked research spree), and asked you to make the cake. she had shown you pictures of things she liked, you knew her color scheme, and you had spent the last four years getting to know her tastes, so all in all, she was going to be the easiest client you had ever worked with. however - and you would never let her know in fear that she would retract the responsibility - the added baking you had to do for the cake tasting appointment you scheduled with her put just enough on your plate to have a looming stress over your entire week. 

a recipe for disaster, as it were. and when you dropped your lunch leftovers on the sidewalk outside the loft, the pad see ew and swimming rama that you had ordered in an attempt to brighten your mood splattering over the concrete like a crime scene, you just let out a groan in frustration and planted your palms over your face.

"well, diaz-" you slid your hands down to view the source of the familiar voice, joshua walking up to you from where you saw his car parked down the street and studying the food, hands on his hips to imitate the tv detective from one of your favorite sitcoms. "looks like we got a homicide on our hands."

"fuck today," you whined, your foot stomping against the concrete in that cutesy way you only did around him, and he caught the glimmer of tears in your eyes, immediately dropping the joke.

"aw, baby," he cooed, stepping over the food and gathering you in his arms. "don't cry over spilled thai."

you choked out a laugh as you settled into the hug, sniffling and willing the tears back into your ducts. "i'm not crying."

"you okay?" joshua asked, hand rubbing up and down your back, effectively wiping away your stress with his touch. "do you wanna talk about it?"

you buried your face in his neck, fully succumbing to the embrace despite the fact that you were standing outside, and you had a pretty strict aversion to indulging in intimacy in public places. it felt too nice to let go, joshua's warmth and comfort a welcomed juxtaposition to your awful mood. you sighed. "wouldn't even know where to start."

he breathed out a laugh, squeezing you. "long day?"

"really long."

he pulled away slightly to waggle his eyebrows at you, and you laughed, swatting at his chest. he nodded at the door of your apartment building. "you go wash up. i'll deal with the crime scene."

you pouted at him. "are you sure?"

"of course," he said, letting you start towards the door despite holding onto his arms. "best boyfriend ever. don't you forget it."

you tried to hide a smile. "only because seokmin's a fiancé now."

he pointed at the door. "shut up and get inside before i change my mind."

you giggled at him, making him break and smile at you, but you took the instructions nonetheless, after planting a kiss on his cheek.

the shower felt like therapy, scalding water stripping your skin of grime and your brain of pressure. you took a little longer than normal, water dripping down your face from where it was spraying against the back of your head and neck, letting the incessant noise of it make your mind go blank. after your moment of meditation, you shut off the water and went to find something comfy to wear, but joshua intercepted you at the bathroom door.

"hey," he said, a gentle smile on his lips. "do you wanna go get something good for dinner?"

you blinked at him, towel wrapped around you. "like what?"

"well, i was thinking," he started, letting you step past him into the bedroom to begin digging through the closet. "you were telling me about that high end beef place in gangnam the other day-"

"woo tender?" you asked, eyes big. "isn't that a little fancy for a wednesday?"

he pointed at you. "i knew you'd say that. but i looked into it, and turns out they give free dessert if you get engaged during dinner."

you stared at him for a second, thinking about how you had told him in the past that if he even tried to ask you to marry him before year five you would break up with him, and the further caveat that if he tried to propose in public you would say no on principle. "joshua."

"not for real," he said, making a face like you were insane for even thinking he would suggest it. "i just thought you might like today more if we could put on the 'can't wait for marriage' act to get free food."

you pushed our lips to one side of your face, fiddling with your towel and giving him one of those looks that he could never look away from. "that actually sounds really fun."

he made a fist in victory, backing towards the door. "pick out something nice to wear, i'll match you. i have to make sure they have a table real fast. you don't happen to have a ring, do you?"

you looked over to the dresser, where a tray of jewelry sat. "yours wouldn't fit any of my fingers, huh?"

"well, it's only the one finger that matters," joshua pointed out, eyebrows raised, and you giggled at him. "it's fine, we can find a shitty one on the way."

that made you laugh out loud. "so romantic," you said, shoulder popping up to your chin sassily.

"only the best for you," he winked, finger gun being the last thing you saw as he left.

the statement was repeated later, joshua's tone facetious and teasing as he shoved coins into a gacha machine in your local mall, the pair of you being massively overdressed to be betting on which squishy gudetama your spare change was going to gift you. you wanted the rolled omelet - of course, who wouldn't? - but that was exactly why joshua was positive you would never get it. you had already placed the almost convincing ring that had popped out of the previous machine on your finger, it's greatest giveaway being the plastic seam you could feel between your knuckles, but glittered vaguely in the light in a way that you were sure emulated a real stone. if you kept moving, no one would be able to notice that the silver had no depth to it.

joshua sucked his lips between his teeth, exerting much more effort on the reusable capsule than one would think it needed. he huffed when it popped open, displaying the contents as you both peeked in.

"oh my god!" you giggled, immediately picking the little rolled omelet out of the capsule and tearing open the plastic packaging. "gudetamagoyaki!"

joshua stared at you. "that's insane. i've watched seokmin pull eight of the steamed egg squishes out of this exact machine."

you thought for a second. "well, yeah. we're each others' good luck charm."

he laughed, an endeared light in his eyes as he watched you gesture between the two of you. he put the capsule in the provided bin on top of the machines and fell into step beside you as you left the gacha arcade. "please elaborate."

"your promotion," you said immediately, hooking your arm under his as he took the inanimate animated egg from you to squish between his fingers. "you got the editor position because you came back for a proper kiss."

he turned his head to you, and there was a laugh just threatening to burst from his lips at the sight of your proud face. "right, nothing to do with my years of dedicated work, aggressive networking, and sheer ambition. not like i went to college for this exact reason or whatever."

"exactly," you agreed, as if he had just stated that the sky was blue, displaying your ringed finger in front of you as you exited the mall and headed towards the car. "and you were my first viral video."

joshua's head cocked as he stared at your hand. "now that's true."

you looked over to him. "so was the other one."

he smiled at you. "right."

you looked back at the ring. "this is so goofy."

he laughed as you pulled it off your finger, putting it in his outstretched palm as he led you across the parking lot. "it only has to be convincing for half an hour."

you chewed your cheek, spotting joshua's car right where the two of you had left it. "and i have to say yes to get the dessert?"

joshua rolled his eyes dramatically. "alright, you can walk home."

"i'm kidding!" you laughed, tugging on his arm, and he let a sly smile sneak through his annoyed facade, hand fishing in the pocket of his pants to unlock the car. "i won't be able to say no when you ask me for real, so i might not get the chance again."

a smirk stretched across his face as he pulled open the passenger door. "you act like we won't absolutely pull this scam again."

you laughed, telling him he was so right, and rewarding his chivalry with a quick kiss on his upturned lips before dropping into the car.

joshua's hand always found you. it wasn't even a conscious action for him anymore, you were pretty sure - a habit at this point, a natural proclivity to brushing his fingers over the small of your back to prompt you to distractedly step up in line at a café, or rubbing his thumbs into your shoulders when he checked on you while you edited on the weekends. today, his hand slid over your thigh as soon as he had navigated back to a main road, a sign that he had settled into the drive. he peeked over at you when you put your palm over his hand, squeezing at his fingers, and he squeezed your thigh back when you gave him a tiny smile.

"feel any better?" he asked, checking his side mirror quickly as he merged.

you let out a breath. "a lot better. thank you for this."

"i'm being selfish," he said quickly, making you sputter out a laugh that got him to join you. "have you seen their sweets platter? i need to eat those donuts." 

and while the dessert was the purpose of visiting gangnam on this particular wednesday, everything else about the meal was just as beautiful and delicious as you hoped it would be. you felt ridiculous, absolutely, spending way too much money for a gourmet meal on a random week night just for the idea of a free dessert, but perhaps that inside joke was part of what made the evening so fun. being able to make quick eye contact that only had meaning between the two of you, stifling a giggle that made him smile and clear his throat. the plates you had been sharing were almost empty, signifying a nearing end to your stay in gangnam and the question you had been waiting for all night.

"here," joshua said, pushing the entree plate towards you lightly. "the steak was good, you eat the last of it."

you pouted at him. "are you sure? you can have it."

he shook his head at you. "saving space," he said, hand on his stomach and giving you a subtle wink. you giggled and picked up your fork to make the last perfect bite. he watched you stab the last bit of greens and meat, scooping up as much of the sauce as you could before depositing the whole affair in your mouth, and he grinned when you made a noise of enjoyment. "it looks tastier when you eat, anyways."

"this is why i like eating with you," you said after you swallowed, fully savoring the rich sauce and tender meat. "usually i'm the one making other people take the last bite."

he gave you a look - the look, you realized, the one he gave you when he was about to say something brain meltingly cheesy that would always make you giggle and hit him playfully. your name dripped with honey, a sweet song from his lips, and despite knowing exactly what was coming, having already rehearsed your parts of the act in your head before getting seated, you couldn't help but feel slightly caught off guard, heart racing when his hand reached for you across the table and when his eyes met yours. "can you promise to share meals with me for the rest of our lives?"

you blinked helplessly at him, his smile widening at how shell shocked you looked. he slid off his chair, hand still holding yours as he gently got down on one knee beside your table. "joshua, what are you-"

"darling," he interrupted, eyebrows raised playfully at you, one hand reaching back to fish the trinket out of his sports coat's pocket. "i'll always let you have the last bite, so," he paused a second, looking up at you, and you could have sworn there was something genuine behind the almost awe struck chuckle that fell from his curved lips. "do me the honor of staying by my side."

your breath caught, and if you didn't feel the eyes of neighboring tables on you, you probably would have smacked the shit out of him for flustering you like that in public. but you fancied yourself an actor, so instead, you pushed your palm to your face as you conjured tears to your waterline. you even let yourself get caught up in the magic of the moment as he pulled the ring forward, the dim lighting of the restaurant making it even more believable than you had expected, your eyes flashing between it and joshua. you started to nod, small at first, then firmer when you finally laughed out a yes.

people were clapping, you were pretty sure, when joshua scraped the plastic ring onto your finger, grinning wide as you both stood, his arms naturally running up your body and catching you in the kind of hug that could make your knees go weak. and even though you had an innate distaste for the relationship checkpoints society projected on romance, and even though joshua had agreed instantly that he didn't think you were the kind of couple that needed a ring and a piece of paper to prove that they love each other, and even though this was all just a scam to get free dessert, you still broke your rule about public affection. your fingers combed through the hair on the back of his head, and you pulled away from the hug just enough to kiss him.

joshua seemed shocked for just a second by your vigor, and if he commented on it later you would absolutely tell him it was just for the performance, but he sunk into your lips, his hand running over your waist. 

he hummed when you pulled away. "that steak sauce was really good."

"gross, joshua," you laughed, gently pushing him back to his seat with a cheesy grin on his face.

it took less than three minutes for the prophesied dessert platter to arrive, complete with chocolate writing that congratulated you on your (fake) engagement and an assurance that it was on the house from the waitress - though joshua was more interested in the donuts than the sentiment. he immediately swiped the pastry through the chocolate ganache script for the flavor benefit, and for just a moment, a sweet thought floated through your head as his entire face dropped in shock before he solemnly told you they were absolutely insane. you giggled before selecting one yourself, swiping it similarly through the ganache, and though you would never say it out loud, there was no one on the planet you would rather devote the rest of your sweet thoughts to.

even if the engagement was a scam.

[bewitched-forest]

Formula for a Crime Scene - Ch 2

Circumstances leave Artemis Fowl and Danny Fenton living in Gotham to attend Gotham Academy with Damian Wayne. More circumstances lead to the three boys becoming unlikely friends, and eventually something more. Now the three must navigate a world of superheroes, fairies, and ghosts together.

The worldbuilding of this fic was co-written by my friend, @half-dead-ham, and myself! They will be posting their own Crime Scene (The name of the ship as dubbed by another friend, @thetoyboxs) fic that will have similar plotlines, as we made them together! So behave!

[Ao3 Link Here]

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Danny hummed, adjusting his backpack as he walked outside of the school. He looked around, watching the other students hop in cars before walking away, heading for his hotel.

Now why was he in Gotham you may ask? Why was he attending Gotham Academy?! Well that could be summed up with one word! 

Vlad.

Vlad had come over to ‘visit’ Dad a couple of times. Every time he talked about this fancy academy he had donated to and how great it was. A perfect school for young geniuses, that held a great standard of discipline.

It was annoying.

And then when his parents complained once again about Danny’s grade, Vlad acted. Talked about how unsafe Amity was and it wasn’t any surprise that Danny was doing so horribly. Amity Park was so unsafe, especially since its protector was the wretched Phantom. And then he offered for Danny to go to Gotham. And his parents agreed! They agreed like the fucking fiddles they’d been played as.

So now here Danny was. First day of school done with and heading back to the stupid ass penthouse apartment thing Vlad had bought for him. 

At least the owners of the apartment were nice. The old lady gave him cookies when he’d finally moved in.

He sighed  as he unlocked his door, stepping inside and locking it behind him. Gotham is safer, his ass. It was more dangerous because humans didn’t get affected by ecto-weaponry.

Danny sighed again, dropping his back and the uniform jacket by the door before flopping onto his couch. School was tiring. A couple of the kids were cool, like Quinn and Hannah. Quinn was an enby in his English class who said “Mood” when he slammed his head on the desk. They had a fun conversation about their mutual hate of classic literature. Then Hannah was in his P.E. class.

Honestly P.E. wasn’t as bad as he thought. They had to change, despite it being the first day, but no one said anything about his scars. Then again, Danny had noticed a bunch of scars on other kids too. Just goes to show how hellish Gotham is. Hannah had walked up to him after he got out of the lockers and asked him where he was from. And respected when Danny dodged questions. Pretty chill kid.

Danny shifts when his phone buzzes, sitting up to grab it from his pocket. He leans against the armchair of the couch as he opens his messages.

Tucker: Yo dude how was the first day?

Danny smiles as he replies.

Danny: Ey.               Same old same old. 

Danny: I stopped this one kid from getting in trouble cause some dickhead picked a fight with him

Tucker: No ignoring bullying?

Danny: I mean.              It’s not like anyone knows who I am. 

Danny: Can’t pick on me for being a Fenton freak here.

Tucker: Good point. 

Tucker: Wish I could convince my parents to let me join ya.                Being that close to WE sounds like heaven.

Danny laughs.

Danny: For you maybe.

Danny: I had to get a special orientation featuring like a million safety plans for Gotham’s various problems.

Tucker: Speaking of which, you going out as Phantom?

Danny: Nah man you know the rule.               No metas.              I may not count but I doubt Batman would care.

Tucker: Eh. Isn’t Signal meta?

Danny: Doesn’t matter.               No Phantom-ing in Gotham.              Any news on Vlad?

Tucker: Nothing new.                Honestly I’m hella suspicious, man. 

Tucker: He’s too quiet.

Tucker: Especially after kicking you out.

Danny: Just keep digging Tuck.

Tucker: Yeah yeah.                Anyways see ya man.               Lancer gave us homework!                On the first day!

Danny laughs, texting goodbye. He gets up, heading over to his lab. Honestly the fact Vlad allowed him to get one was wild. But he’d be damned if he didn’t make use of it.

Right now he was trying to figure out how to minimize the original Fenton thermos. He figured he could probably make it the size of a lipstick, like the lazer blaster. But his first, like, three tries ended up exploding so Danny decided he was going to do something different this time.

Danny knew engineering. Its why he has a fucking scholarship for it. But he had zero fucking clue all the materials and know how on his parents creation. They were very much the “lets just do it until it works” type of people.

Which meant he essentially needed to completely recreate the original thermos from scratch before he could actually work on minimizing it. He’d gotten a good outer shell together, but right now he was trying to replicate some of the circuitry. Which wasn’t going so hot.

The memories of how he, well, died made the occasional stray sparks while staring at the open circuit board hell on his nerves. But he was slowly managing it better. He shifts, readjusting the board as he moves the soldering iron he was using.

He perks up when he hears the doorbell ring, taking a moment before realizing that it was the superintendent’s wife. He smiles, putting down the circuit board and welder before heading for the door. He backtracks for a moment to actually turn the welder off before making it to the door.

He opens it up, smiling at the old woman. “Hey Mrs. Abringer. What's up?”

Mrs. Abringer smiles as she offers a box. “I made some cookies again and figured you’d want some. I’m sure you could use them after getting through your first day of school.”

Danny chuckles, reaching out and taking the box. “Thank you. Your cookies are always great.”

Mrs. Abringer nods. “Thank you dear. And remember, don’t be afraid to ask for help.”

“I won’t Mrs. Abringer.” Danny closes the door as she walks away, locking it again. 

He moves to the kitchen, stepping over some trash that escaped the can and setting the box on the table. He looks around, sighing before moving to clean up.

[averokage]

im bored i’m just gonna make more jd lore posts - SCARLET’S PALACE

ah scarlets palace in dancity (in danceverse eternyx, don’t question it)

the gays stay winning wtih just dance like really

so before we talk about any other performer at scarlet’s palace, first we must talk about the enby drag legend Scarlet Gold themself. (real name Samson Garnet.)

Their first appearance was in You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real).

Now there is a quote from Just dance mag on the poster outside of scarlet’s palace, there isnt a full look at it but most of it is shown.

“...Scarlet’s show ever! ...is simply the best ...mer of our time.” i assume that means performer

and you make me feel definitely lives up to that imo best 2022 song idc

and yes Scarlet/Samson is the first coach to use they/them pronouns

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now that we’ve learned about the owner, lets talk abt some other performers at the palace.

and we’ll start out with the new and HOT performer (figuratively and literally) Luke Cypher

now he probably has the MOST lore bc he’s the only one with a whole official tiktok to himself

so i’ll just put the whole transcript of that here

“Born from the fire goddess Derkes, he was made to set the Danceverses on fire with his hot moves. For a long time he was lost trying to find his place among the other deities in their Danceverse. That’s when he discovered the Danceverse Eternyx. He felt like he found his home among the other fiendish and friendly creatures. So,  he moved there with his relative Ann G. Lina to enjoy the endless crazy nights.”

also Derkes is actually P3 of Woman so Luke Cypher is actually the third child of another coach/other coaches in JD23

now you might be thinking

who tf is Ann G. Lina

everything

now we don’t know much about her, apart that she’s relatives with Luke Cypher

the most lore we have besides that is the twitter community manager thinks her favorite food is mac n cheese so

now we must move on to

*the retro-actively at scarlets palace performers ig*

now scarlet’s palace only started existing in jd23, but quite a few songs and coaches have been shown to be at the palace

so here’s a rundown of them

Hot Stuff takes place at Scarlet’s Palace, as shown in the name and description for the background in jd23

“Shake it at Scarlet's“

“This palace is full of queens.“

the coach from I Will Survive is seen on a poster outside of Scarlet’s Palace in Disco Inferno, with the name Johnny Zomby.

now Rita Pina is the first character at the palace that got a name, as she was called Rita during a Just Dance Class video where the performer of Drop the Mambo, Medhi Kerkouche, went through steps of performing the song

OH ALSO SPEAKING OF THAT, Drop the Mambo was originally planned to be performed by a female dancer, but the developers in charge of the routine made him the dancer instead because of the sheer energy he had while coaching

this makes Rita the first coach to be portrayed by a dancer of the opposite gender

OH ALSO she was in Sugar, dancing with the coach of Love Me Again

good for them

lets hope it goes well bc Love Me Again actually has TEN exes but thats another story

ok this is getting too long, last one

Finally we get to Boy, You Can Keep It, with the main coach Fuchsia Blue.

now fun little jd fact

Fuchsia Blue was meant to be in a music video for Todrick Hall’s Just Dance version of Nails, Hair, Hips, Heels. (thats where fuchsia got her name along with harlem, doremi, maybel, and probably some others im forgetting)

OK now i think we’re done until next lore drop or whatever

so that was all the lore in Scarlet’s Palace... i think

i might’ve missed something

anyways lets all bow down to Scarlet’s meet and greet and wish Rita and her boyfriend well (they need wishes)

[hypermoyashi]

AHOY! READER ASK MEME TIME. A2, B4, B7, C9, D6, D10 :]

Hello!!! Thank you so much!!!

A2. How did you find your first fic?

I think I was between the ages of 10 and 12 and I was googling about Inuyasha and a fic popped up. I think I wanted to see what happened after the anime cut off and discovered fanfiction to fill that whole through google of all things. That was how I found ff.net.

B4. Who is your current favourite author? What is their best story?

HO BOY this is a hard one. I've generally really enjoyed a lot of writers, so I'm gonna cheat here and name multiple (fair warning that it is All Trigun at the moment because that is what I currently have brain worms for):

The Celestial Evening Series by tragic_unpaired_electron

kinder, gentler by skittidyne

before tomorrow ends by chuuyasoup

in the woods somewhere by halfdemonvash

In the Next Life by orcelito

come and see by avoidingavoidance

There are, of course, lots of other fics I love in other fandoms, but these are ones that have stuck out to me and currently make my brain go brr. There are probably lots of really good one-shots I'm missing because I tend to get brain worms more over longer fics, too. This list also probably has a bias towards fics I've followed a long time, because the longfics and one-shots I binged over a few days are ones I have a harder time remembering, though I do tend to go back and reread them.

B7. Which character is your favourite to read about? Why?

Right now? It's 100% Vash. Not only does the fact that the fandom largely writes him as trans or at least Not Cis make my enby, doesn't identify with my gender assigned at birth self very happy, but he's honestly such a complex and interesting character. There are so many different interesting things you can do with him, and there are a lot of subtle aspects of his character you can really dig into in fanfiction. I'm also just... a sucker for characters with a lot of struggles getting support systems, hurt/comfort tropes, and found family tropes, all of which Vash is great for.

C9. What show did you really try to watch, but you just couldn’t?

Hmmmmm there are a lot? I've completed 300~400 anime in my lifetime, not even counting Other Kinds of Shows, but I've dropped more than I've finished. Naruto comes to mind because I think I watched maybe 500 episodes of that for a friend, and like, I liked parts of it, but it was such an inconsistent watching experience that I ended up never really liking or really finishing it. I didn't have nostalgia to get me through it lol.

D6. How many bookmarks do you have?

612 right now! Granted, I've had my AO3 account for about ten years now, so it's not too impressive when you factor in how long it's taken me to get there.

D10. What is one story idea you really want to read but no one has written yet?

This one is haaaard because if no one is writing an idea I want to read, then I tend to write it myself. I guess a Vashwood SWAP AU is one? I technically haven't posted the Vashwood part of my SWAP AU, so I would say it counts lol. But on a serious note, I think there are a lot of cool AUs that would work really well for Trigun, but I don't see too many that try to take new and fun takes on the characters. I've seen a couple here and there, but a lot of people tend to stick pretty closely to canon. Which is great! Lots of really great fics like that out there! But it's also fun to just get wild with it sometimes, so I'd like to see more AU fics that just go ham and have fun with some outlandish and creative ideas.

Thank you again for the all the questions!!! It was really fun answering all of these!!

[ Fic Reader Ask Meme ]

[jaskierswolf]

The Waves We Sail (1/2)

Prompt that got out of hand from @officerjennie

Enby Pirate Dandelion meets the fearsome witcher pirate captain, Geralt of Rivia, their mission? Seduction.

CW: Gender crisis, misogyny, smut in chapter 2 (voyeurism, exhibitionism, rough sex, penis in vagina sex, undernegotiated kink, sword flirting... you know the usual?), blood, canon-typical violence and death of unnamed characters.

AO3

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Living on the Seven Seas hadn’t been where Dandelion had expected their life to go. The first born daughter of the Viscount de Lettenhove should, by all rights, have led a very privileged life, but when they had been sixteen, young Dandelion’s parents had tried to marry them off to a gods awful man who only wanted a wife to bear him a child, an heir. Having decided at a very early age that they didn’t, under any circumstances, want children, Dandelion fled. They took only their lute, and a small satchel of clothes and jewellery to sell. 

Lettenhove Castle was, by chance, located on the coast, and soon enough, Dandelion found themself boarding a ship, hiding amongst the cargo - a stowaway. They were discovered two days later by Captain Valdo Marx, and in a fit of rage fuelled by superstition, the captain almost threw Dandelion off the plank. The shock of having a woman on board was just too much for him, but Dandelion had always been a charmer, full of flattery and persuasion and they’d convinced the old pirate to let them stay. 

The catch?

They had to pretend they were a man. Valdo had thrown them into his cabin, yelling about finding clothes in the wardrobe, and something about having to stop at a tailor's next time they went ashore. The binder was custom made for Dandelion, uncomfortable around their chest, but Valdo’s trousers and shirt were loose fitting, the leather belt and knee high boots completing their new roguish look to perfection. It was… a revelation to the new pirate in training. For the first time in their life, Dandelion had been allowed out of the box that noble society had pushed them into time and time again. 

The only thing they absolutely refused to change was their hair. Valdo had threatened to cut it off, but Dandelion had thrown a fit, pointing out Valdo’s own long dark hair that he pulled back into a bun. Not to mention the whispers of the White Wolf, witcher turned pirate with his striking silver hair. If the men were allowed to have long hair, then there was absolutely no way that Dandelion was forfeiting their own luscious blonde locks to the whims of some superstitious arsehole! Their hair and their eyes were the only part of their body that they’d really always felt comfortable with, and they were only just starting to realise why. 

Away from Lettenhove, Dandelion dropped their given name in a heartbeat and became Dandelion the Bard!

The year they’d spent at Oxenfurt served them well, even if they’d never graduated from the Academy. The crew of The Peacock was a raucous bunch, but even Marx could be seen to smile when Dandelion played their lute. He even helped to… acquire a gorgeous elven lute when Dandelion’s got damaged in a raid. 

Oh, ho, ho! How Dandelion had thrived!

It turned out the pirate life rather suited the young noble, and they quickly rose through the ranks of the ship despite Valdo’s bitterness towards their gender. Although, after they’d spent nearly three years at sea, Dandelion was fairly certain they were not a woman, despite their body. Living as a boy had been fun, but it wasn’t quite right for them either. 

But they knew that was something they could figure out… after they disposed of one Valdo Marx. It wasn’t as if Marx was a bad person, for a pirate, or even a bad captain. He was just… stuck in his ways? As long as Dandelion wore their binder and presented as a boy, Valdo treated them fine, but they were beginning to miss the skirts and dresses of their youth, and they were quickly realising that they had traded one stifling box for another. 

Of course, Dandelion was grateful to Valdo in many ways, he’d given them a chance to see there was another way, but now they were craving for freedom… for choice. 

 As it turned out, luck was on Dandelion’s side. One day when they’d been washing the blood off their shirt, their binder tucked away at the side of the wash basin, Draig Bon Dhu had stumbled in, smelling of grog and stale piss. The raid had been vicious but successful and everyone was celebrating in their own way. For Dandelion it meant desperately trying not to vomit at the sight of the blood covering their clothes, and then the evening sat with their lute and their friends under the stars. For most of the crew, a successful raid meant drinking until their livers broke and at least one person stumbled overboard. 

Or apparently, in Draig’s case, interrupting Dandelion’s bathing time. 

There wasn’t time for Dandelion to panic, the Skelligan was on them immediately asking questions about their gender and the binder and whether the captain knew. It was clear very early on that Draig was Dandelion’s newest and most loyal ally, the fury in his eyes made Dandelion’s heart skip a beat… both horny and yet a tiny bit scared. But the rage was directed solely at their captain.

Apparently, Valdo’s misogyny was an antiquated view amongst pirates these days, and Draig was ready for mutiny. It didn’t take long to rally the crew, and after weeks of secret sword fighting lessons with Draig, Dandelion was ready to challenge their captain to a duel. The fight was exhausting and there were times when they were ready to give up, but they’d made a life at sea, not winning would mean it was all over. They would be carted back to Lettenhove with their tail between their legs and married off to the nearest lord… nothing but a womb, a transaction between two families. 

And that simply wasn’t an option. 

So Valdo had to fall, and fall he did. Dandelion’s sword pressed up against Valdo’s throat, slicing into the delicate skin just enough for blood to well up where the steel met flesh.  Bile rose up and Dandelion grimaced, tossing their sword to one side, glancing at Draig with a satisfied smirk. 

“Take him to the cell,” Dandelion muttered darkly with a flourish. “There’s no need for further bloodshed today.”

And that was it. Dandelion was the new captain of their motley crew, and when the ship next docked, Valdo was thrown out, naked and ashamed, ready for the authorities to pick him up. 

There were many things Dandelion loved about being a pirate captain, but really they just adored the aesthetics. The tricorne hat was just to die for and they enjoyed basking in the attention of their crew. On the other hand, the decisions could be tough. A pirate’s life was not easy, and it became harder when they were in charge. Sometimes raids went wrong and they lost members of the crew, or they didn’t quite make it through storms without serious injuries and damage to the hull. That responsibility rested with them now, and it was a heavy burden to carry, but they led their crew fairly and the newly named Chameleon was soon the most feared pirate ship on the seven seas…

Except for the Kaer Morhen. 

The band of mutant pirates, witchers turned rogues, were ruthless and Dandelion had it on good authority that their leader, Geralt of Rivia, was absolutely gorgeous. If there was one thing Dandelion loved more than the open ocean, it was a beautiful person who could absolutely destroy them. Sadly, despite their many years at sea, Dandelion’s crew had never crossed paths with the Kaer Morhen, their territories never overlapping and both captains having a mutual respect for one another. 

But Dandelion was in charge now… and they wanted to meet this mysterious White Wolf. 

“You sure about this, Captain?” Draig asked with a sigh, his thick Skelligan accent still strong despite nearly a decade at sea. 

In response, Dandelion just pulled their sword from its sheath, flamboyantly flourishing it in the air and spinning in a pirouette that made their hair fly out around them in a halo. “Geralt won’t know what’s hit him!” they announced gleefully. 

It was true. Dandelion had pulled out all the stops on their outfit, combining a long billowy skirt which flew up when they spun around, with a gorgeous corset that was decorated with buttercups etched into the leather. The corset was designed to compress their breasts rather than push them up. It wasn’t as effective as their binder but it was more comfortable and far easier to fight in… although if Dandelion had their way it would be less of a fight and more a kind of foreplay. They’d even gone for thick black kohl smudged around their eyes to highlight the bright blue that shone prettily in the sun. To top it all off, they’d used a contouring trick that an old mage had taught them a few years back to make their face look more masculine. 

And oh the gender vibes were immaculate!

Dandelion knew they radiated confidence to the point of arrogance, and it was going to catch them a sexy pirate husband if it were the last thing they did. 

Sighing, they glanced up at the sun. It was almost time for their rendezvous with the Kaer Morhen, and yet there was no sign of the mysterious witcher pirate ship. Dandelion pouted, and then turned on their first mate, brandishing their sword. 

“Think fast Draig!” They cried, launching their attack. 

Draig Bon Dhu was a talented swordsman, having taught Dandelion everything they knew, but over the years, Dandelion had developed and grown on their own, challenging fearsome pirates from all over the Continent’s seas, elves to dwarves to humans, even the odd ship of wraiths and drowners, and to Draig’s despair, the student had overtaken the master. Still, it was fun to spar, and Dandelion had faith that Draig wouldn’t tire them out too much before their duel with Geralt. 

It was very unlikely that Dandelion would beat the famous White Wolf, but they wanted to do well enough to impress the witcher, to earn his respect. If Geralt couldn’t respect the Chameleon and its captain, then the Kaer Morhen would be a deadly rival, one that could see the end of Dandelion’s time at sea, maybe even their life. Most of the time, Dandelion played the flamboyant pirate captain without a care in the world, being underestimated by their foes served them well, but beneath the laughter and music they were smart, and they weren’t disillusioned to just how dangerous this meeting of pirates could be for them. 

The problem was the Kaer Morhen and the Chameleon were both frightfully successful bands of pirates and their territories were getting closer by the day. Eventually, they would have to face one another, and Dandelion would really rather it be on their terms rather than staring down the barrel of Kaer Morhen’s cannons. Seduction wasn’t exactly a pirate’s way, but despite everything, Dandelion still preferred to charm and play their opponents. The Chameleon was famed for their stealth, like assassins of the sea. They stole with as little bloodshed and fuss as possible, whereas the witchers were very much cannons first, tongues later sort of ship. 

If Kaer Morhen decided to attack… they were screwed. 

So Dandelion was aiming for a truce, hopefully even an alliance. The worst scenario would be for Geralt to completely reject all proposals and Dandelion’s ship would be forced to spring the traps they’d set for the witchers, thin out their numbers, level the playing field a little. 

All in all, not nearly as fun as a dashing new husband. 

“Captain!” Draig yelled, jumping back with a curse as he ducked under Dandelion’s blade. “Save your strength.”

“Oh poppycock!” Dandelion whined, darting forward in a feint before flicking their sword to cut across Draig’s chest, cutting through the fabric of his shirt. “It’s called a warm up, Bon Dhu! Or did you never learn about that on Skellige? Dearest Melitele, a year at Oxenfurt should be mandatory. My old… Oi! Watch it!”

Draig just laughed as the flat of his blade crashed into Dandelion’s shins. “You were saying?”

“My old professor would throw chalk at us if we even thought about playing without warming up. It’s the same for a lute as it is with a sword, Draig. Ha!”

Draig’s parry failed and his sword was pulled from his hand, clattering across the deck to a chorus of cheering pirates. 

“And that, my dear Draig, is that.”

“Ship ahead!” Milva cried from the crow’s nest. 

Silence fell as Dandelion spun around, desperate for their first glance of the Kaer Morhen, of Geralt. Sure enough a large ship was creeping through the fog that had surrounded them, a large wolf skull flag flying high in the sky. Dandelion had heard rumours of the Kaer Morhen’s magical properties but to feel the icy haze against their own skin was something else entirely. There must be mages on board. It was the only logical explanation, and yet also very poetic in the aesthetic and Dandelion couldn’t help but appreciate the whole mysterious theme that the witchers had going. 

Dandelion’s fingers itched, flexing on the hilt of their sword as they sheathed it. Standing with their sword drawn before Geralt even hit the deck would not be a wise choice. It would only stand to enrage and taunt the witcher pirate captain, which was the opposite of what Dandelion wanted. So reluctantly, they instructed Draig to pick up and sheath his sword, ready for the incoming ship. 

When they lay anchor, Dandelion watched carefully from the middle of the deck. Their hair fluttered out behind them as they waited, their hand resting on the hilt of their sword. Above Dandelion, Milva stood guard from her post in the crow’s nest and by their side was Draig, reliable old Draig who had supported Dandelion from when they were at the very bottom of the food chain. Glancing around their ship with piercing blue eyes, Dandelion smiled to themself. The ragtag crew they had ended up with was possibly the strangest most eclectic group of people ever seen before on a pirate ship, gays and girls, trans people, and pirates from all over the Contient - from Zerrikania to Kovir. Anyone that had previously been shunned from the boats due to superstition were welcomed aboard the Chameleon. It was a point of pride for Dandelion, the ocean was to be both feared and respected but it didn’t give a shit about what a person looked like or who they were attracted to. 

It was possibly just another reason everyone seemed to underestimate them. Fools - the lot of them. 

With a sigh, Dandelion adjusted their stance, shifting their weight onto one hip as their skirt danced around their ankles, and then they saw him… the White Wolf. Geralt was just as handsome as the rumours said. Long silver hair fell down past his shoulders, half pulled back so he could see… and oh his eyes; beautiful, gorgeous golden eyes that watched the world with a caution born from years of terror and pain. There were scars running along his arms, a mesh of pink lines that trailed beneath the rolled up sleeves just above his elbows. On Geralt’s face was a particularly nasty scar that cut across his eye, and another smaller one sweeping just under his jaw. His skin was deathly pale, far paler than Dandelion had ever seen on a human before, but it didn’t take away from his beauty. The inhuman nature was enticing, the sense of danger that itched under Dandelion’s skin, drawing them in closer. 

The witcher was strong and tall, fangs peaking out beneath his lips as they curled up into an almost ugly smile. 

“Dandilion?” Geralt asked as he came to stop in front of Dandelion. 

“Dandelion,” they corrected with a smile. It had been a misspelling on a letter years ago, but one that had stuck. No one could quite believe the fierce pirate captain could name themself after a flower and so everyone assumed the mistake had been the truth. “Like the flower.”

“The weed?”

“Weeds are useful, darling,” Dandelion winked, “and they are remarkably hard to get rid of.”

“Hmm, a rose would have been more accurate.”

Chuckling, Dandelion twirled, their skirt flying out around them, and when they finally faced Geralt again they fluttered their eyelashes, giving the witcher a seductive smile. “For their beauty?”

“No. You’re a thorn in my side, Dandelion.”

There was a muttering of laughter from behind Geralt as the other witchers came into view. There were four of them. There was an older man with equally silver hair and golden eyes, who, if Dandelion didn’t know better, they would have said he was Geralt’s father. Beside the grey haired man was a taller blond fellow. His face was distorted by a horrendous scar that marred his skin from his ear to his lip, twisting his upper lip into a sort of snarl. From what Dandelion had heard, this was Eskel and Geralt’s right hand man. Next to Eskel was a shorter grumpy looking pirate, his hair was slick and greased back in a way that made Dandelion grimace. No one should have that much bear fat in their hair. It was a crime against fashion and they were grateful that Geralt had decided on a more practical hair tie. Last but not least was a green-eyed witcher. He had a thick beard that seemed to conceal pox scars that marked across his face. Unlike the rest of the witchers, he had dark skin rather than sickly pale, and his eyes were bloodshot… damaged.  Dandelion assumed this was the griffin that the wolves of Kaer Morhen had taken in following the siege against the griffin’s keep in the mountains - Coen they called him. 

Overall, Dandelion knew they were in danger. If the witchers decided to attack then really there was nothing the Chameleon could do except try and take as many of the witchers down with them, which really was not ideal for anyone involved. Both sides would have hefty casualties with Dandelion’s crew being essentially wiped out. It would leave the Kaer Morhen weakened and vulnerable for the next crew that stepped up and took Dandelion’s place.

The only logical solution was an alliance. 

“Thank you for agreeing to meet me, Geralt. It’s truly an honour,” they said  as they bowed deeply, having to hold onto their hat to stop it from falling off. “We have much to discuss.”

“Do we?”

“Oh, ho, ho! I think we do! You see I was hoping for a sort of alliance between us, and I think it would be rather beneficial to both sides if we could come to an agreement don’t you?”  Another wave of laughter echoed through the witchers, making Dandelion pout. That was really not ideal.  “How about a duel? Not to the death, just… a friendly spar between captains. Let me prove myself to you, White Wolf.”

“I don’t need a flower,” Geralt grumbled. 

Without further ado, Dandelion drew their sword and started the dance with his potential lover and current rival of the seas. “Come on, witcher!”

Snarling, Geralt parried and the fight had begun. It was like lightning in their veins as they clashed swords, twirled and dodged and moved together in a lethal tango. Dandelion couldn’t help but laugh as they cut into Geralt’s shirt sleeve, expertly avoiding the skin beneath. They weren’t here to kill Geralt, nor even maim him, merely to earn the White Wolf’s respect. The attack had Geralt snarling and he spun faster than any human Dandelion had had the pleasure of fighting, silver hair flying out behind him. It was incredible and thrilling and free. 

“Not bad, witcher!” Dandelion cried as their swords crossed, their faces barely an inch apart. 

Sweat was already pooling under their corset, the fight growing faster and more insistent with every beat. The witcher bared his fangs and growled as he moved their swords in a twist that could have disarmed Dandelion if they weren’t more prepared. As it was they stepped out of the attack and pirouetted to gain momentum before trying again. This time Geralt had predicted their move and Dandelion had to duck before dashing onto the higher level of the deck. Geralt may be the superior fighter but Dandelion knew this ship better than the back of their hand. 

The fight danced along the deck between the masts and the ropes, and with one well aimed strike of their sword, a pile of rope came tumbling down from above them and one of the sails came loose. Draig would have their head for it later, but it did slow down Geralt, giving Dandelion a chance to catch their breath. 

“You fight dirty, flower,” Geralt yelled over the sound of the crews cheering them on from the lower deck. 

“What can I say… I’m filthy,” they giggled, winking at the gorgeous pirate opposite them. “And rather handy with a sword, if I do say so myself.”

“You’re a flirt.” Without missing a beat Geralt spun and launched his own attack, taking Dandelion by surprise. 

The edge of the sword pressed against their neck and they swallowed. It had been a long time since someone had beaten Dandelion in a fight like this, a long time since they had been at someone else’s mercy, especially someone as attractive as Geralt. 

“Oh no,” they simpered, pouting up at the witcher. “You caught me. Whatever shall I do?”

Rolling his eyes, Geralt took a step back, the tip of his sword caught under Dandelion’s chin, tilting it upwards. “Tell me why I shouldn’t just kill you, petal?”

Dandelion shivered at the nickname, licking their lips as they held Geralt’s gaze. “My crew would take half of yours out before they fall. Don’t let the name and the skirt fool you, Geralt. This is a tight ship and my crew are loyal. Most importantly, witcher, when my crew falls there will always be more to take their place. I heard that new witchers were a thing of the past.”

“You’re threatening me?” The sword dug a little deeper, and Dandelion winced at the pain. They might be a brilliant pirate and sword fighter, but they weren’t above vomiting all over the deck at the sight of blood. 

Despite the fear that was starting to creep up their spine, Dandelion let out a burst of panic laughter. “Oh quite the opposite, darling. I was trying to seduce you. I’m awfully pretty, don’t you think?”

“You ripped my shirt,” Geralt deadpanned. 

“Yes, well… that was for my benefit really. You are also rather pretty.”

With a sigh, Geralt lowered the sword. “You’re a mess, Dandelion, but fine. You’re a good captain, not great, but good.”

“Oi!”

“There’s still time to kill you.”

“No, no. Quite alright. I have a better idea anyway. How about I show you my cabin?” Dandelion smirked, tilting their head. 

Geralt’s eyes darkened and his lip pulled into a predatory smile. “Oh I think here will be just fine. Don’t you?”

[eclipsecrowned]

shizuka host verse hcs.

approached the idea of working a ‘drag club’ as an attempt to explore more masculine aspects of their identity they were made to stifle growing up. six nights a week during law school, they hardened their jawline, pulled back their hair, and played with their presentation and make up up to the moment they finally got it to their specifications. they got good at it after a few months, and that presentation remains, if more modern and less overt, into their current life.

while club peppo had a reputation for just being ‘drag’ and more of a novelty than an actual contender in the nightlife scene of the city, it was much more than that to those in the know. most of their coworkers were trans men, masc enbies, or, like shizuka, genderfluid individuals. as soon as they got settled, our intrepid protagonist realized this was the first place they really felt they could breathe.

they operated under the name tamaki, a nod to their favorite film and the name of the leading lady. some ten years later, a popular manga series dropped and shizuka swore up and down they would sue the creator blind for stealing their brand.

as outlined in other posts, working a cabaret came easily to shizuka with a little practice. unlike most of their peers, who kept to cleaner, more down to earth personas, they took off in a wildly different direction. they embraced more of a threatening edge, a sort of machismo that reflected their own desire to stand out and be a real man’s man. while some were offput by this intensity, there was a niche that paid dearly for the host’s time and interest. word got around the community. soon, their act became a main draw for the cabaret. their name was made.

this being a gay club in the 90s, things were often done under the table. a high entrance fee turned away those rubberneckers and troublemakers that might have arrived just for the novelty of it, or worse. those who did get a foot past the entryway would find the prices exorbitant, a sort of extortion that ensured the establishment was one of discretion and taste. as a main draw, shizuka all but printed money for their employer, kutsuki yuka, and brought home more than they really knew what to do with as an overworked college student with a girlfriend to support.

they still have a good bit of cabaret money stashed away in an account, their rainy day fund should something ever go wrong. 

on the odd occasion an ‘honorable’ man came to unwind at a club that could keep its mouth shut, shizuka fell upon them like a vulture. it was through hosting that they first became acquainted with the families of the city, and through such customers they would learn the names and occasional secrets that would propel them into the inner circles once they gained their law degree.

due to their love for then-girlfriend nobuko, their work was left at the door. despite several monetary offers for time spent outside of the establishment, shizuka stayed loyal. in the aftermath of their vicious breakup, they often lament they didn’t go all the way with a few of the men that made a pass.

shizuka became something of a big brother to any new faces that made it into the cabaret’s employ. once you made as much money as they did, it’s likely they ceased to see any of the other hosts as competition. they still have some lasting friendships with a few coworkers who kept in touch.

they existed almost entirely on champagne for the years they worked the club. to the point they ended up with a distaste for it. it may be swanky as hell, but they’re so sick of it even more than a decade on.

it was through the club they discovered binders, and they have never looked back. it was everything their dysphoric ass wanted but never knew existed.

they only quit because exams and internships further cut down their already limited time. they walked away at the peak of their power. a few people might still remember tamaki, but they kind of slid out of the public eye and out of the scene except to those who were there and saw that first rise to fame.

in summary: 10/10 experience, met an amazing community and some great friends, shizuka has literally never felt as old as they did driving past the old building and finding not only had yuka sold peppo, but new owners had torn out every feature to remodel. the place hadn’t been a queer club in years but it still hurt to know the interior had been absolutely, irreversibly gutted.

[bunnimew]

Like an Acme Anvil

Rating: T Fandom: Rise of the Guardians Relationship: Jack Frost/Pitch Black Tags: Modern AU, Humor, Fluff, Speed Dating, Anime Convention, Rating for Language, MeetCute Summary: For @rotgbingo 2022: Square B1 Speed Dating

Jack was just being nice and filling seats in the speed dating panel his friend was hosting. He never expected to meet anyone he might actually like.

Until...

On AO3 here.

“Hello there,” Jack’s next “date” said as he sat down.

“General Kenobi,” Jack replied automatically. 

The man paused in the middle of sitting down to stare at him, then continued on into the seat. “I walked into a Star Wars reference, I take it?”

Jack pouted. Well, at least he knew what Star Wars was, so this wouldn’t be the worst five minutes of his life. 

Convention life was interesting in the twenty-first century. Fans of science fiction, fantasy, anime, and manga were already predisposed to being less than perfectly straight, but now Jack got to watch the events that catered to them attempt to keep up. 

Speed dating was a cute, stupid panel but that was really all it ever was. Hosts found it hard to get enough people to sign up and almost no one actually hit it off, but it was fun to rotate around and talk to people so on it went, anyway. 

It was quickly decided that with almost no one signing up in the first place, trying to split the panel up into gay, straight, bi, enby, etc wasn’t going to work, so the solution was simple: your name tag had your identity and what you were interested in. If they didn’t match up for a round or five, at least you know from the get-go and your five minutes get to be spent trying to make a new friend, instead. 

Jack glanced over his tag. Pitch. Man. Interested in all. 

Oh nice. Jack hadn’t been misgendering him in his head for the past twenty seconds. That was good to know. 

“A pretty popular one, actually,” Jack said as he held his hand out. “I’m Jack. Nice to meet you.”

“Pitch,” the man replied, taking Jack’s hand in a swift and polite shake. “I have seen the originals.”

Jack leaned his elbows on the table and returned to the same position he’d been in the whole time. Jack’s side of the room wasn’t rotating. Yet. “But not the prequels?”

Pitch visibly winced. “I saw the first.”

“Say no more,” Jack laughed. 

Pitch cracked a smile with him, but he obviously didn’t find that quite as funny as Jack. Instead he switched gears into something more traditionally speed dating: “So what brings you here?”

Jack shrugged and grimaced. “I’m mostly just helping out a friend. You know, filling seats so there’s enough bodies to make the panel work.”

“Oh,” Pitch said, looking just as disappointed as everyone else Jack had told that to tonight. Except the people not interested in men, of course. “So you’re not really here to find someone?”

Jack scratched nervously at the back of his neck. “I mean, I’m single. I’m not averse to dating. I’m just not actively looking, if you know what I mean?”

Pitch hummed, suddenly looking a lot less put out. “I completely understand. The search can be exhausting. Sometimes it’s better to sit back and let destiny handle things for a while.”

Jack laughed again. It sounded nervous even to his own ears. “Something like that. I try not to be too fatalistic, though.” He grinned, feeling a little bit more like himself when he ventured to say, “I like some chaos in my life.”

Pitch barked a surprised laugh and Jack felt his grin widen even more. “So when you say not looking,” Pitch began, leaning forward over the table with one open palm, “what you really mean is waiting for someone to drop on you like an acme anvil.”

Jack snickered at the mental image and found himself nodding even before he’d decided how to respond. “Like in a Hallmark movie. I definitely need to be working too hard and losing touch with my family first, and then they have to annoy me for two acts before I realize I’m in love, at which point I must turn my entire life around over my whirlwind romance that we assume does not end in divorce.”

“Aw shucks,” Pitch said morosely, although he must be kind of shit at acting because Jack could see the smile trying to peek through. 

“What?” Jack asked, aware it was a set up and tripping it anyway. 

“Well, if I’d known I needed to annoy you for two acts,” Pitch explained reasonably, “I had the perfect opportunity to start by insulting Star Wars. What a missed opportunity!”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh, charmed by the flirting even if it wasn’t really that funny. It was cute. Pitch was being cute. Jack liked that, despite himself. 

They were probably mostly through their time already, but Jack decided to turn the tables and give it a shot, anyway. “So what brings you here?”

Pitch pressed the fingers of one hand to his chest. “I’m actually looking for someone,” he said. “I’m tired of being alone.”

Jack felt himself melting against the table, shoulders dropping, elbows sliding, as the raw honesty endeared him to Jack. That was sweet. Maybe a little naive given this was an anime convention speed dating panel and all, but you had to toss a line in the sea if you wanted to catch any fish, so Jack couldn’t really blame him. 

“I want a family,” Pitch continued, clearly serious, but he kept his good humor about him. “Someone I can depend on who isn’t me.”

Jack smiled, feeling soft and warm. “I get that. I wouldn’t trade my family for the world, blood or found. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

“I hope so, too,” Pitch said, smiling sweetly back at him. “I hope, sometimes, that I maybe already have.”

Jack’s face grew hot as the very subtle implication settled over him. Oh man, Pitch was smooth as fuck. Jack resisted the urge to cover his face and decided to just brazen it out. 

Just as he opened his mouth to reply, a shout from the front of the room interrupted. “Thirty seconds!”

“Oh shit!” Jack cursed, fumbling his phone out of his pocket. “Do you have Facebook? Instagram? Twitter?”

Pitch rolled his eyes and slid a card, an actual business card, across the table. “How about you just text me? But also yes, I do have twitter.”

Jack bit his lip and tried not to be impressed by the fancy business card as he stuffed it inside his hoodie pocket and turned his phone around for Pitch to search his twitter handle and follow him. Which, upon realizing that’s what Jack was enabling Pitch to do, suddenly regretted everything he had liked within the past twenty-four hours. 

Way to make a first digital impression, Jack. 

It was too late to take it back, though. Pitch was secreting his phone away and the host was getting ready to ring the bell and make his side of the room move. They had mere seconds left. 

And Jack had thought five minutes ago that he wouldn’t even care.

“I’ll text you,” Jack found himself promising. It was all he had. That, or tackling Pitch to the floor as soon as the panel was over to make sure he didn’t get away. Funny how that didn’t seem as unreasonable as Jack thought it should. 

Pitch smiled as he stood. “I look forward to it.”

All or nothing, Jack thought. “Maybe meet up for dinner later?”

Pitch’s smile pulled into a horribly attractive smirk. “Are you asking me on a date?”

Fuck, and Jack’s blush had only just started to cool. He nodded anyway. Like an acme anvil, right? “I guess I am.”

Jack’s next “date” was already waiting to sit down, so Pitch had to leave. “See you then!”

“See you!” Jack called after him.

…Jack cleared his throat and looked at the woman across from him who seemed to already understand that she had no chance at all with Jack now. This was awkward.

But definitely worth it.

Because maybe Pitch had already found his family, after all.

[pearlescentpup]

WELCOME TO MY PAGE!!

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-amphibia

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-pearlescent (can be referred to as pearlescent/pearly/pearlo too!!)

it/she/he, tmasc gndrfaer ace les, a flip! (agere leaning), 19 when big n 1-10 when smol. am the one that will post here most,,i'm also a c!dbl life pearl fictive :3 and a wolf hybrid in sys. very nervous around new people b patient...

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they/them, enby aroace t4t les, our co-host! used to be their acc but they don't regress anymore, they would be here to shoo the meanies away if we meet any ><'

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he/she/any, tmasc boygirl demirose bi, syshost! she is a flip (cg lean, 2-8 when smol) he would occasionally post here but not as often as pearl doe!s! also a lil bro of pearls but :3

[adickaboutspoons]

tag 9 people you want to get to know better!

you're the sweetest, @givefangapuppy !

Three Ships of All Time:

Ed/Stede: I mean, no question. They haunt my every hour. I love their love with all my might, mind, and soul. Because of them I'm writing for the first time in decades. Overly verbose meta! Fic of dubious quality! I'm all in, baby!

Clark Kent/Lex Luthor (Smallville): I can't not. I still think of these boys on the regular. True story - I turned in some CLex fanfic I had written with the names swapped for aliases for my final project for my senior creative writing seminar in English, because my prof was the kind of jackass who had "poet" listed as his specialty on his office door but couldn't recognize haikus when I submitted them earlier in the class, and I was damned if I was going to waste my time on something new for him instead of focusing on my senior thesis in psychology. I got As on both ;). Also, my wife and I met by writing CLex fan fic together. We will have been 20 years in March.

Juno Steel/Peter Nureyev (Penumbra Podcast): Hardboiled enby space detective with crippling insecurities that they mask with hypercompetency and witty quips? and their complicated homme-fatale master thief sometimes-lover? This show seriously ticks all my boxes.

First Ever Ship:

The Baroness/Destruo (G.I. Joe): I'd say this was a tie with my Lady J/Duke/Flint/Scarlett love-quadrangle, but I honestly don't remember whether that was in the text of the show, or just the shows I'd stage for myself with my brother's action figures. What can I say? I started shipping young. My 3rd grade teacher commented on one of my writing assignments that I should write soap operas when I grew up.

Last Song:

Burning by Alcazar. Sometimes a girl just wants to dance alone in her living room.

Last Film:

Free Guy. Guilty pleasure. Comfort movie.

Currently Reading:

Aunts Aren't Gentlemen by P.G. Wodehouse. Guilty pleasure. Comfort author. Wodehouse is my brain candy, my absolute fav. author (yes, I know I said 'House of Leaves' by Danielewski is my fav. book. I'm complicated), and I rarely go more than a few months without a re-read. This isn't one of my all-time faves, but it's delightful nonetheless and it's been awhile since I read it last. Bertie retires to the peace of a simple country living at the urgings of his doctor after coming down with a minor rash, but still manages to get himself tangled up in crime due to the machinations of his Aunt Dahlia and accidentally engaged to a local stunner against his will. Jeeves/Wooster would have made it into my OTP list above except Jeeves would never permit himself the liberty. :(

(Except, hear me out - "Jeeves and the Tie that Binds" was the American release of "Much Obliged, Jeeves", and is identical except for the ending, in which Jeeves reveals that he destroyed the pages enumerating Bertie's peccadillos from the Junior Ganymede club book - FOR WHICH HE COULD BE BLACKBALLED FROM THE CLUB -, because he doesn't want anyone but him to ever be Bertie's gentleman's personal gentleman but him, because there is a "tie that binds" them. I mean to say, really!)

Currently Watching:

The Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir. Look. I have a 10-year-old. He loved ladybugs as a toddler so we started watching the show together when he was wee based on the title alone. But it's actually SO GOOD. And the new season recently dropped on Disney +. I get to talk to my kid about how it's a metaphor for how bad actors in the world exploit feelings of fear and isolation to radicalize otherwise normal people to their destructive agendas? And how there's real heroics to be found in community organization and creative problem solving? And about issues of consent, both romantic and platonic?

But also I have OPINIONS and SHIPS, and I'm DYING to talk to someone who is NOT my child about how Nathalie just SLAMMED Gabriel face down on the kitchen counter and leaned over him to hiss in his ear about how he betrayed her and I am IN TO IT, but I will NOT go anywhere near the fandom because I don't need the drama of being in a kid-show fandom as a full-ass adult. Send help.

Currently Consuming:

Some cucumber/lemon-infused water.

Currently Craving:

I mean, other than another grown-ass person to indulge my not-kid-friendly thoughts about a superhero cartoon? Feeling pretty satiated, thanks!

Tagging:

If you're down for it, my v. dears - @nicnacsnonsense @tisziny @chocolatepot @the-orange-in-red-silk @wearfinethingsalltoowell @okayestokapi @asneakyfox @batsarebetterthanpeople @red-sky-in-mourning and anyone else who feels so inclined ;)

[insidekaz]

It's Been 4 Months...

First off, let me start off with a classic "Howdy everyone." It's me, your favorite enby who's the envy of every man, woman, and other on how I wear my beanie. (I mean, it's less of a beanie and more like an elongated stocking cap, but who's really fact-checking here?) I know that it's been a good four month since I've made any kinds of update here, which I do believe an explanation is in order for such. I'll just give you the quick TLDR:

October:

Started Unemployment

Got laid off, haven't been called back since, so they're probably not going to call me back

Excessively cleaned the apartment

November:

Still unemployed

Fully accepted that I'm not getting called back, expanding job hunting searching to a wider range

Looked into remote jobs I can do from home

Stopped excessively cleaning

December:

FINALLY GOT A JOB AT A HARDWARE STORE

Christmas

Got a new alter, their name being Source (alter #10)

New Year's

Back to work again

This brings us up to speed for January, specifically today being January 30th, where just before 8 this morning I was unceremoniously fired by one of the two managers that work there. I've never wanted to make any of my blog post rant post, nor am I going to start now. What I am going to say, however, that I was fired for what I believe were bullshit grounds, said reasons that were given to me being listed below.

I missed the third day I was suppose to work, reason being that the two days before hand they had me carrying lawnmowers, weed trimmers, and other heavy lawn care equipment up two flights of stairs for eight hours a day. This resulted in my already bad knee getting worse and me needing to purchase a bracer for my knee

What he described as my "general attitude" towards him. When I asked him to clarify on that, he refused to do so, telling me that "he shouldn't have to explain."

Afterwards, I was escorted to the back room to grab my things, given my most recent paycheck by the assistant manager (who was also taken by surprise), and then escorted by the manager out the back door where we take out the trash, door closed swiftly behind me. (I wasn't even given the usual "wish you the best" schtick that other businesses will hit you with.)

Now listen, I don't wanna play the race card, but if I were to list all the minor incidents and slight verbal altercations that happened between the two of us, it would be clearly outlined that said manager did have very glaring negative details of his personality. Honestly, the fact that he waited until after I had changed into my work vest and already made my way to the cashier at the front of the store only to turn me back around and kick me out says a thing or two. He always did like to blatantly waste my time.

So, where does this leave me exactly? Well, as of right now, I'm currently unemployed. I've got about 4 and a half hundred with this paycheck that they gave me, another 6 bands dropping into my account next week, and about 2 hundred in my checking as we speak. I've got enough towards bills and such for a at least a bit. I'm still living with my partner, so not everything is terrible.

Still, I'm not gonna turn into one of those guys that just sits at home and refuses to get a job. My partner is already starting to pull 10+ hours at the factory so that all of our income isn't going straight to bills and other necessities, which I do feel terrible about. They keep telling me that "it isn't my fault", but I can't help but still feel like it is, ya know? They shouldn't have to pull extra hours just so that we can get by. I've already started looking into a new job, applications already starting to be filled out the moment that I got home and sat at my computer. I'm gonna find another job soon, hopefully by the end of this week. I'll try to keep this blog updated with more life changes in the future.

Here's what I've been listening to. As always, don't do anything I wouldn't do. If you do, at least make it cool.

[closet-no-more]

new name just dropped! hi im liam and im transmasc-aligned nonbinary and asexual, not exactly sure about romantic orientation but we’re figuring it out <3

Oh hi Liam!!

Transmasc enby, I id similiar to that myself! Be careful around exclusionists n things tho, your most definitley valid in my book.

Another a-spec friend, that's fun! Goodluck on figuring out the romantic side!

Thanks for sending in the ask Liam ^^