#that's also a weird tag but again I made it and it's staying XD

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 10, day 26

Don't mind me, just designing a cloak :3

[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

had to put these on hold for a while for personal reasons </3 they're likely to still be infrequent, but in honor of kirb2k!

(my notes would only load back to mid september so I missed a couple weeks sorry :c but be warned that this is a long one! it's 3 entire months' worth!)

also, reminder that kirb2k ends tomorrow!!! preorders, commissions, and auctions will all close at noon pst on sunday december 17th! everything is linked in the pinned post or filed under the tag kirb2k!

first is one more birthday kirb from my friend @sleepy-sheep-wizard:

Realized halfway thru that I don’t know what Kirby looks like off the top of my head, so I got funky with it. Happy birthday, thank you for being a good friend

thank you again friend <3 getting funky with it is truly in the spirit of just drawing a little guy for fun, I love his little hat in particular.

on [mirror] @shapeshifterwithafez said: uuuh is Scherben bringen Glück/ Shards bring luck a universal saying? sounfs clinky as a direct translation. anyways in germany we say that shards of stuff you broke brings luck so I hope the luck finds you or smth sorry for rambling ^^

I'd never heard this saying before, but I think it's very sweet! thank you for sharing it with me :)

on [pipefight] @hauntedppgpaints said: goalies with a skate blade and their stick in hand

big hockey vibes for real yeah lol

on [pink] @gaydiation-poisoning said: ...I wanna eat that pink

honestly same, it's sooo pleasing

on [rain] @hive-heart said: Everything alright, daily kirby guy?

not really but sitting by the window in the rain is a good thing lol thanks for asking <3

(also the person who tagged that same post myhouse.wad made me laugh)

on [photo] @ceylonsilvergirl [added] a picture of their cat and said: get adored idiot!! see the hate in her eyes? I’ll make her love me yet!!

me @ my partner's cat

@violet-dragongirl said: oh! I have been meaning to ask! Have you played Kirby and The Forgotten Lands? I assume you did but just wanted to say that I did about a week ago and I loved it and thought of your art! ^.^ And if you haven't, yes, Carby is super adorable and amazing :3

I have! I got it very shortly after it came out, I had a really good time with it. I've been slowly replaying it recently with my partner, they were kind of fond of kirby just by proxy but since we started playing they adore bandee now and say he never gets enough screen time XD I'm glad you also had fun!

on [mice] @ceylonsilvergirl said: girls like swarms of things, right?

idk bro my wife wasn't so big on it when I got a gig housing 30 mice, but maybe she's weird. I liked them. (sadly one of the best paying jobs I've ever had up until the owner lost it and abandoned them with me, yes I still took care of them for the rest of their little lives) (and yes I also got my wife's okay before I took them on in the first place)

on [covid] @mordantivore said: reading posts from when the era of covid safety was declared anathema and ended is haunting. we were so desperate to find ppl willing to help us stay alive. there are fewer of us now bc “allies” are worthless & more of us have died

yeah. fuck. I'm lucky that the people in closest proximity to me are at least moderately careful, but me and my wife and partner are usually the only ones wearing masks anywhere we go except sometimes the employees and I know they don't always wear them when they're out without me.

on [swim] @northeasternwind said: Jdjdjfkg imagining Kirby being way more bouyant than your average human so them gotta exhale REAL HARD or attach nega-floaties (sinkies?) like weights to dive

lol yeah they probably gotta try So Hard to actually get under the water. (I think diving weights/ballast is a thing that humans use too? I've never gone diving, having my face underwater stresses me out -n- )

on [float] @nickiemoot said: he has to go now. his planet needs him. *slide whistle*

I can only hear this as that one similar part from one of the asdfmovies, it delights me

@vampiricarus said: if you see this just know i love your art so much

aww thank you! <3

anonymous said: just wanted to say I love Kirby and I love your art! I’m always excited to see it on my dash. thank you for bringing a little joy to my life :) I need it once in a while like I’m sure a lot of others do too! Keep up the good work :))

thank you! drawing a little guy brings me a little joy too, I'm glad it can do the same for others <3

on [drain] @ceylonsilvergirl said: I’m sorry you’re having a rough time. Existing is hard work sometimes. A lot of the time

fuck dude it sure is <3 especially when my body keeps trying to shut down lol

on [mud] @why-are-all-the-fun-urls-taken said: Hey man are u doing ok

I am not, thanks for asking <3

on [tummyache] @hobgirl said: :o kirby the gorb why would you do that!!!!! why!!!!!

I didn't want it to go to waste!!! everyone is dumb sometimes!!!

on [wizard] @eau-the-agony said: not enough appreciation in the wizarding world for garlic salt spell. its all kung pow penis tgis and ketamine ape that. not enough of the small joys which carry us through the horrors like a dinky garbage raft

you are so right. the small joys are the most powerful of all.

on [wizard] @beepbeepdespair said: somehow didnt know garlic salt was a thing until this moment. now i really want some. i think i just found a kg of it online for 12 quid??

I am so pleased that you now have the knowledge of Garlic Salt Spell, I hope you got to try it out for yourself :D

on [zelda] @chaos-squared said: Good job!! I’ve had it for longer yet still haven’t completed it ;w;

nothing wrong with that! I only finished it as quickly and thoroughly as I did because I was basically bedridden for all of october, as long as you enjoy the time you do spend with a game it doesn't really matter how much time you spend or how far you get.

on [brave] @gudetamalover said: me tomorrow afternoon when I get all four wisdom teeth out

I'd already had several other oral surgeries on account of Weird Teeth before I got my wisdom teeth out but it still knocked me on my ass for a couple days, I hope your recovery went as smooth as possible! (altho that was also like. 15 years ago. and general anesthesia has gotten a lot better since then.)

on [shiny] @angst-and-fajitas said: Like to slap his bald head reblog to slap his bald head

bald! bald! bald! bald!

on [powerwash] @chronicdilf said: decemberb 16 im goign to walk across the damn stage get my damn diploma folder im going to go home and POWERWASHER SIMULATOR JUST LIKE KIRBY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yeah!!! you're gonna do it!!! you might be doing it right now even!!!

on [cooked] @hobgirl said: oh mood kirby..... struggling with the very last paper i need to write before i can graduate and its got me feeling this way fr

ough, I hope you made it through your paper! lots of people graduating tho that's so cool, congrats to both of you!

on [bears] @jupiterlandings said: I get so happy every time I see Cake and the name Cake being tagged :)

it's such a good name for a bear, I'm grateful you thought of it!! especially given the best I could do for the other one was "kirbear" lol

@violet-dragongirl said: omg seeing that Fav Grobs Post you recently put up makes me so happy! over a thousand (and then some!) GORBS?! :D I'm not only impressed but so proud ya made it this far and I'm so glad you got possibly more to go of Kirby!! :D!! Really great job 🥰🥰

thank you! I'm gonna hit 2000 days of drawing kirby tomorrow, that's so wild!

on [popular] @timeturner-jay said: Op your Kirby art brings so much utter joy you have no idea <3

yay I'm glad <3 I love to draw a little guy, it's good I'm not the only one having fun lol

I got a lot of "good blaze op" on the [macarena], and you're all correct, thank you for recognizing my great decision making B) (I'd been meaning to add the music and blaze it from basically the moment I drew it, I've just been really sick so it took a while.)

(also even if I don't always gather them in the roundup there are names I recognize showing up repeatedly in the tags, some of whom have been here for years, and I'm always glad to see you're still around!)

[flowercrowns-n-punks]

Understudy Hermie au! Im so smart for this au name lol/silly

Inspired by @oakay post on scam making a new hermie anyways.

Tagging moots who shown interest lol you my little taglist for this xD: @locke-n-k3y & @justablah56

Based round spoilers of the new episode

This is an au where Scam makes a new hermie using what he knows of hermie's memories, but also its hard to make this one the same so there is differences

Compared to who once was Hermie a forgotten joke,method actor ,dc villian lover, sly,coy even will go into things for the long haul [aka how long it took to get the mascot cotsume]

This one. A lively jokester on more so silly pranks and giggly lively , whose a musical nerd through and through , wild, maybe a bit reckless, not as into dc as og hermie. Constantly doing things to get himself seen instead of letting himself fall invisible.

How Herm was made has vague memories of the first one , or longing emotions the linger and remain in the concept that was built there.

Meet Understudy/ Not Hermie!! Or well just Herm.

He's not burnt, instead of joker makeup has a card theme & heart cheeks , hair swap on which side is short n long.

Different pattern sweater vest, round glasses instead of rectangular, a bowtie!

But!!

Imagine having vague skewed memories of a friend group you were "with" for so "long" and you got "badly injured" so you "were told" to stay in the goof realm til you were "better" and you're friends will come and "visit" again.

Only when scam is surprise they are back here and herm so excited to see them again cause he was remembered![bits of old hermie not wanting to be forgotten due to being constantly forgotten]

Only to be met with horrified or disgusted looks telling you that you're not real and not hermie.

[JUST LIKE HERMIE DEEP SEEDED IDENITY ISSUES!!]

Even when the teens nickname him cause calling him hermie is weird , even trying to connect with this strange "imposter" the more differences show.

Like sharing theatre love but this hermie loves musicals more

Dc villians? Doesnt method act nor very into them but loves the riddler alot!

Maybe it wont be so bad with this odd not hermie? Its not the same it never will be , the teens use a certain deck to bring the first hermie back.

Now with the fear of being abandon and replace and the og hermie facing what was to be his understudy.

And honestly i look forward sharing this silly au of coping i have so much planned n moreee

[cosmiic-bxtch]

ABLAZE

A/N: Um, just a lil' warning, this is my first post and it's smut XD. Hope whoever reads it, likes it! Writing is a newfound hobby of mine that I discovered after I read everything under a tag 😅. Anywho, please enjoy, and even if you didn't please let me know <3

Word Count: ~2K

WARNINGS: 18+, Minors DNI, Masturbation, confusion (?), All character are 21+

Summary: I am also really bad at summaries but Jake is in heat

Scorching heat.

 That feeling grew and festered inside of him. At first, he thought he was just a little overheated. After all, he was training to be an Omatikayan warrior, and Pandora in the summer was hot and humid. 

Everyone knew what was happening but him, they could smell it. He wanted to keep training, but the other warriors kept advising him to return to the lab or his dwelling in home tree. At the lab, the warriors thought, the scientist could explain what was happening to him, or at least in the privacy of his dwelling in home tree he could ride out what was occurring to him.

Jake thought maybe he was just ill, coming down with a weird cold or something. So instead of going to the lab, he made his way toward his home. He could only think of the way the day was wasted and he promised himself he would rest up well to go back to training the next day. But as he walked towards his abode the feeling intensified, it blossomed from his stomach all across his body. 

Hot, God it was so hot.

He opened the flap to his home and went straight for his makeshift bed. As he laid down his breathing became more laborious and he was now beginning to have odd thoughts. Thoughts about you, the future Tsahik. Thoughts that were now becoming downright sinful.

The heat that had spread throughout his whole body had now become concentrated in his lower stomach. He was confused and the arousing feeling now pooling in his lower half was not helping. Grace, Norm, nor Max had never mentioned any sort of sickness or illness that felt this way. They told him what plants to stay away from and what animals were dangerous but nothing about the way his avatar was feeling right now. 

He was now getting worried as the thoughts about you had started clouding his mind and the blood was rushing toward his nether region. The way your hips swayed as you walked. How your lips moved as you said his name. He could only imagine how pretty you would look under him mewing his name over and over again. Oh great Mother, how his body was aching.

A sheen of sweat formed on his skin and his cock standing at attention had him curling into himself on his bed. What the fuck, he thought. The friction of his loincloth made him jump. A jolt of pleasure ran from his toes to the back of his head. Now images of you doing things he’d never say out loud playing in his head. 

Too many senses being stimulated at once made him close his eyes, his chest heaving for air. It was all too much, his body needed to be touched. His body was aching for release, the images of you fueling the fire in his stomach. Oh, how he wanted to hear you scream his name. 

He was now panting at the thought of you walking into his place and discovering him in this state. His right hand which was on his chest slowly crept toward his stomach. As his hand went lower down his stomach, so agonizingly slow, it sent little jolts of pleasure all over. He was biting his lip to keep quiet, he didn’t want to alert all of Pandora of whatever the hell was happening to him. A strangled sigh left his lips as he reached the tender area between his belly button and his loincloth. He felt like he could cum from just grazing his fingertips on the small patch of skin. He was so sensitive. His tail whipped wildly under him, giving away how good it felt just to touch himself. He was becoming drunk at the depraved images of you in his head.

He sat up and quickly undid the offending piece of clothing and threw it across his home. Not caring where it landed just wanting to give his aching cock attention. He spit on his hand and wrapped it around his member. He stiffened at the pleasure that had come from just having his hand around his dick. He gave it a small pump, a low breathy moan escaping his lips. It felt so good, extremely good. It had never felt this good in his human form. Sure he knew what being horny was and he knew really well what to do to alleviate the pressure. But this felt so different, it felt ardent like he needed to cum or fuck. Feral, it made him feel like he had to or he’d die. Anything to stop the aching in his body. He quickened his pace, biting his lip harder at the pleasure consuming his body. He threw his head back, his chest heaving and his mouth gasping for air. This felt indescribable, so fucking good. 

His legs were now shaking and his right arm was getting tired but he couldn’t stop not now. He was getting closer to his release. So he switched to his left hand. But this time he went in with a different method. He wondered if what made him feel good in his human body could make him feel good in his Na’vi body. 

He quickly laid back on his bed. His legs bent at the knees. Instead of trying to buzz away the thoughts of you in his mind, he decided to feed the fire. As he imagined you riding him, he enveloped the tip of his member with his left hand. He slid his hand up and down at the speed of his fantasy. He moved his hand faster as the thought of you bouncing up and down sped up. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes closed, and his mouth formed into a silent ‘o’. This felt euphoric and he was getting closer and closer to his release, feeling it bubble up in his stomach.

Jake started bucking his hips into his hand at a new vision overtaking his senses. The vision made him thirst for something only your cunt could quench. The idea of him eating you out to climax sent him spiraling and the slapping sounds intensified. Until finally he snapped and suddenly he was twitching with pleasure. Black spots clouded his sight and a low groan left his throat. But dear god he wanted to scream it felt so good. It felt like his orgasm would go on forever but in reality, lasted for a couple of seconds. His breathing slowed and the small twitches stopped.

His mind was now clear, tired, but clear. What the actual fuck had just happened. Horny never felt that intense, never that mind-altering. At that moment he couldn’t even think of anything but release. It was animalistic. He still felt the heat, but it was at a simmer now. Maybe the warriors were right in advising him to go to the lab first. What the hell was this? Oh, dear god, and the thoughts of you. He felt heat seeping into his cheeks. The vivid images of you were filthy. 

His dick twitched to life at the idea of you. Christ, not again. He felt the heat in his core go from a simmer to a blaze in an instant.  A gasp escaped his lips once more. What the fuck? Usually, jerking off once was enough, and in his most desperate human form two times. Maybe that’s what it would take for this intense yearning to go away. One more round of fantasies and fucking into his hand. 

His cock was so hard it kind of hurt. His breathing became erratic again. New images of you flooded his brain. Your pretty lips around his member, going up and down, humming. He moaned, just the thought pleasuring him. Your eyes looking at him through your long beautiful lashes. Oh, Christ, he gasped. Another jolt of pleasure. 

Holy fuck, could he just cum at the idea of you sucking him off? This was so odd and new, he needed answers but not now, now he needed to cum again. He needed release at least to relieve the heat that was coursing through his whole body, to ease the need for you. 

His back was now sticking to his bed with sweat. His mind was now hazy with need, image after image fueling the fire in his body. He was overwhelmingly horny now, that’s the only way he could describe it. He needed to touch himself, it was the only way to appease somewhat the fire burning within him.

“Jake?” 

Another wave of pleasure enveloped him. “Yes,” he hissed, not a response to you but to his hedonism. He thought he was so depraved and lost in the feelings overstimulating his body, that he was now hallucinating your voice.

The smell of Jake’s arousal hadn’t hit you until you had reached for the flap of his home. Just as you lifted the flap and peered inside, his scent assaulted your nose. Your eyes went wide, pupils dilating at the sight of the dreamwalker. His eyes squeezed shut, his chest heaving, and his hands pumping up and down his cock. Just his scent that was overflowing from his hut had your head spinning and caused a dull ache to form in your core. 

“Jake.” You uttered again. Feeling the throbbing between your legs amplify the more you breathed in his pheromones. You let the flap close behind you as you stepped in. Your heart rate escalated as you watched the sky person fervently search for release. He was so consumed by his arousal that he didn’t even notice you were there, he just moaned in response to his name. Instead of calling out for him again, you moved to the side of his bed. His eyes were still closed and he let out small whimpers that rang in your ears. So pretty. You kneeled down beside him, pity seeping into your chest. Your mother, the current tsahik, had not told him about the ruts Na’vi men experience, you guys didn’t even know if he could experience this. They thought he wouldn’t go into his first rut until after he had chosen his mate, as most Na’vi do if he could. There were some exceptions, some men experienced their first before they found a mate but it was rare. 

You lifted your hand and placed it on his forehead, you had to make sure he didn’t get too hot. It would be bad if he overheated. At the sudden touch, Jake's eyes opened and his hands paused. His eyes widened at the sight of you, his mouth moving to let out a sound. He couldn’t even form a sentence to explain or call out your name. You lifted your hand and brought it back to your lap. 

“Jake, would you like me to help?” You asked, hoping he would say yes. You would be lying if you said you weren’t getting aroused at the sight and scent taking over the room. 

“Yes,” he breathed out. He couldn’t believe it. He felt like he should be a little ashamed in the predicament he was just caught in but he couldn’t be when he heard you wanting to help. “Oh, God yes,” he moaned.

He sat up. But you put a hand to his chest to lay him back down. 

“ You have to save your energy, you have a few more days left.” You straddled him, making sure not to sit on his hips just hovering on top of his bare cock. He looked up at you, torn between letting you continue helping him or asking for answers.

[lilolilyr]

@viharistenno answering your comment on this ask here because apparently there’s a text limit to replies and I wrote too much!

SIOC stands for self-insert original character. As in, you end up in the world (in this case twilight), either stuck in the body of the main character or as yourself… and I’ve seen too many twilight memes around and ended up reading fic again and I think being stuck in the twilight world would be an unholy mix of hilarious, fucked up, cool, deeply sad (bc it’d also mean being forever away from everyone and everything I’ve known here - sth lots of SIOC fic tend to ignore but I think it’d be interesting to explore) and also I can’t decide whether, if I ended up in the twilight world forrealsies, I’d try to meet vampires and get vampireimmortalized immediately or try to stay the Fuck away from them and their idiotic conflicts and problems. Also do I want to be a TwiPire? I mean I definitely don’t want to be a classic vampire but twilight vampires are also all levels of fucked up and canon doesn’t really make it clear How many levels of fucked up and I guess if I was a twilight SIOC I’d not know that either until it was too late… anyway, interesting thought experiment :D but I probably won’t write any of it into an actual fic

Ohhh you also like Milippa? I didn’t know! You’re not in the discord are you? I think I’ve only seen you in the B&W one before but maybe this is my bad memory at it again o.o

Anyway yeah I’m writing the dream sci-fi dystopia as Milippa but more just because out of the ships I ship, they fit the characters I dreamt up best? I mean in my dream I saw Rosamund Pike and Jean Smart take that as you will lmao, but I’m changing stuff to turn it into a proper Milippa fanfic anyway. Probably mostly prime/mirror Milippa vibes, but some mirror Michael ish backstory and Philippa character wise bit of both? They’re both AU anyway so who cares, but idk how to character- tag it on Ao3 yet xD haven’t gotten around to write more to it yet anyway bc I was busy writing 2k for one of the Bering and wells advents ficlets yet, and it isn’t even finished yet!

Dreams definitely can do weird stuff! Yesterday I dreamt I was in a forest and poisoned chocolate grew on trees or something xD but usually it’s just weird shit like that, not whole damn storylines!

Yeassss same! It’s so great that it’s coming together so nicely, I can’t believe we have writers through to day 10 without any gap days, we might actually manage to have a full advent calendars without skipping over some days! When I made the first post only two days before December started I expected to get sign up for maybe half the days max!

Re:target audience for weird fanfic ideas, Yeah that’s also true :D but I already told myself the story didn’t I? I don’t need to write it down for that! I mean, most of the fic I write is still very very self indulgent, but it’s really more that all the stories I tell myself are for me, and out of those self indulgent story ideas I write down the ones I want to share with the world and think I might have a nice audience for! Stories that would need 50k backstory on how the Fuck I ended up with this crossover AU headcanon bullshittery don’t really make the list xD

[shishoku]

I'm sorry for the little spam of personal posts during these past days, but seeing that this blog is like a window into my past I would like to write down a few things so that I can find them in the future.

I feel SO DAMN EMOTIONAL right now. I find it very hard to explain. The past few days have been an emotional rollercoaster XD Seeing all these Kiryu videos again has made my heart warm in a way that I didn't think possible, I felt like that part of me died years ago and now it's back at full swing.

I missed it SO MUCH. I missed THEM so much, the happiness they bring to my life is so different to everything else... I'm probably at my best moment in many ways, but I was lacking that excitement and that warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach every time I see or hear them.

The last time I felt this way, they were everything to me. They were my life, my soul, my nourishment... Now I have a partner that is all I ever wanted and more, someone that I even made a Kiryu fan XD And somehow... I feel complete, and motivated to do things that I was avoiding before.

I feel guilty for "leaving" the fandom (although I never truly left, I found myself listening to their music every few months, but I lost track of releases and news). I should have never stayed away from this band, but I found it so hard to focus, to be into them. Now that so much time has passed, I can understand that the root of my biggest problems was all the same, I lost myself completely. I forgot who I was and responsibility took the best of me... it took my happiness, my weirdness, my spark, my health... I'm so thankful for my partner, because he slowly guided me back here, and he loves me just as I am, and he puts up with my silly fangirling... which is a lot honestly XD

I hope this time I don't stray away from this path, my path. I know that when I get to see those lives without Takemasa it will destroy me, and I will cry and I will want to leave again. Just like when I saw how Mahiro changed and it pushed me away for a few more months... but I feel for him, I don't judge him and I will continue to love him regardless. And for Negi... I just feel so happy that he has someone, I hope that he didn't have to go on this hiatus feeling guilty or scared, and also that fans understand that he is a human and not a toy or a virtual boyfriend... That line was always so clear to me, I want them to be happy in their private lives, I wish them to have the best partners, and children if that's what they want. As much as I can be an idiot and fangirl and make thirsty comments in the tags... they are human just like me, and I never forgot that.

And how did I end up writing about that? I have no idea. I've been laughing and crying and finding it hard to sleep with all these things going through my head that I'm a bit lost. All I'm hoping for is Mahiro to get better so that I can see him again someday. And maybe even Takemasa will make a comeback and I will sell my soul for a plane ticket to Japan XD I wouldn't want to miss seeing them live together again.

And now I have to save a whole lot of money for a trip to Japan XD AND spend a lot fo money on DVDs... that is the hardest part honestly because most of what I don't have is sold out. And there is no one sharing things anymore .__.

And even if there is no one to see my gifs and random posts anymore, I will do it because it makes me happy, because it completes me. That is all that matters.

[dragonartist56]

Imma be real with you guys I have no idea how to post on tumblr but we learn as we go lol

Hi, I’m Dragon :D

I’m just a nerd who likes to draw and write stuff tbh. I have a TikTok series about my Rise of the TMNT character, first episode of which I’ll link here (the art style gets so much better I promise. Also I am on a heavy hiatus), as well as a fic about him which I will link here.

Fandoms Include…

Rise of the TMNT

Lego Monkey Kid

How to Train Your Dragon

The Owl House

Into/Across the Spiderverse

Avatar (with the Na’Vi, not The Last Airbender lmao) and Frontiers of Pandora

PJO and other assorted Riordan books

Wings of Fire

Warrior Cats

Sky: Children of the Light

The Mario Movie

Good Omens

The assorted anime

MCYT/DSMP(I’m chill don’t worry also #shelbiesupportsquad we don’t fuck with abusers in this house)

Helluva Boss (again, I’m chill. Please don’t come at me, I just enjoy the series I don’t know much about the controversy so I just try and stay out of it and enjoy the show for what it is)

Hazbin Hotel (see above ⬆️)

The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance

Aaaand any Disney/DreamWorks/insert other studio movie that catches my interest, it changes on a monthly scale XD

I’m not going to be posting about every one of these constantly, but if the brain so chooses to be silly goofy about a particular topic, it will be silly goofy about a particular topic, I cannot control it XD

Tags…

#dragons art = any art thing that I have made

#dragon speaks = anything probably not art related that I either talk about or just plain and simple silly shit posting lmao

#jay_stuffs = if anyone wants to make fanart or anything like that for Jay, you can put this tag under it so I can see

Anywho, this is a safe space for anyone who’s a decent human being, I don’t care about identity, race, religion, interests, etc etc etc, just don’t make it weird. I’ll probably update this once I figure out how this platform works lmao, but again, please don’t be weird.

My content is sfw, and if I see anything proship, incest, harassment/abuse, homophobia, transphobia, antisemitism, any other discrimination, etc, you are getting blocked. Just…basic human decency lol other than that I’m chill

I can’t wait to learn how to navigate and post more here and… yeah! Here’s to hoping :D

[janiedean]

Hi Lavi! I’ve just arrived in Rome for a 3 month stay! First time here so I was hoping for some local advice on things to do/see/eat :) any tips will be appreciated! P.S the ask function on the web version seems to be broken :/

hello anon! first of all sorry for replying so late yesterday I got home at like eleven something and I conked out X_X and thanks for the heads up wrt the ask, it's weird because on my web it works but I'll do a double check

that said WELCOME TO ROME I HOPE YOU DON'T END UP LOATHING YOUR STAY THANKS TO HORRID PUBLIC TRANSPORT, that said let me check because I think I had a tag exactly for stuff to do/see in rome let me see if I can give you a round up

eating advice

basic italian + advice on where to go

anyway I realized half of the posts in that tag are in italian so I'll just go at it again at random (and if you ever need advice or anything feel free to ask :D)

if you're here for three months you can take it easy and see all the stuff I mentioned in the second post with all the time in the world, also the vatican museums are free on the last sunday of the month so if you want to wake up early and brave the crowd you can save a bunch of money ;)

that said in between than the usuals - the center with coliseum/roman forum/trevi fountain/piazza del popolo/piazza venezia/campo dei fiori/piazza navona route - there's the free caravaggio paintings in the churches that I always recommend seeing asap - two are in santa maria del popolo (in piazza del popolo), three are in san luigi dei francesi (behind piazza navona), one is in sant'agostino (also near piazza navona)

also going by sculptors not counting of course sant'agnese in piazza navona (borromini) with the bernini fountain in front of it, there's san carlo alle quattro fontane (borromini) which has weird opening times but it's 100% worth visiting - that one is nearer termini station at the quattro fontane street crossing, and on the way there's also santa maria della vittoria near termini where not many ppl know there's bernini's ecstasy of st. theresa (idk every time I bring people there without telling them what it is they all go !!! omg !! XD)

always talking churches, ofc you're gonna visit st. peter's at some point (count that after covid they made it kind of harder to go in so get ready to queue), concerning basilicas I'm more partial to st. paul (there's a convenient metro station thankfully), santa maria maggiore (behind termini station) and san giovanni (there's a metro station), and in the san giovanni area (which is like in the middle of termini/coliseum) there's also san clemente which has protochristian catacombs and tunnels and is very cool to visit

talking about protochristian basilicas, sant'agnese and santa costanza are a bit out of the way but they're the earliest we have and very much worth visiting

musei capitolini are a must for archeological stuff and the roman museum next to termini is a must for ancient rome (there's also the terme di diocleziano in front of termini which are also cool)

for less commonly visited museums, centrale montemartini is v. cool because it's a former factory that houses roman artifacts

always close to termini there's rione monti which has santa prassede (lovely church with ancient mosaics) and a lot of second-hand shops/nice places to eat/have brunch

if you're interested in anthropology there's the museums in the EUR neighborhood which have a lot of cool stuff tho idk if they're still open because they were doing a renovation a while ago honestly I have no idea

when it comes to eating/going out etc go to san lorenzo for cheap drinks and nice food, it also has a lot of local flavor™ and it has my favorite surviving record shop in this city lmao

trastevere is also a must-go tho it's very gentrified these days but also very good food/drinks/brunch options, the church in the main square is a great visit and I think it's one of the few medieval-ish ones we have before baroque took hold and it's still v. good to eat, I think I mentioned a few places in the first post

idt I mentioned mr 100 tiramisù near piazza navona until now so I'll do it now because it has the best tiramisù and you can have it in 100 different variants ;)

campo dei fiori is also top notch for drinks and food also it's my favorite place in this city and camping under giordano bruno's statue is <3, also there's an independent bookshop nearby named fahrenheit 451 where you can look at a copy of said book bradbury gifted the owner and has a nice selection of stuff, they also have an english section that's not that extra but they're nice to visit

there used to be the angloamerican bookshop too for english stuff which used to be larger now they moved in a smaller place but it's still a thing, their prices are what they are but what can you do, otherwise there's some nice used english bookshops in trastevere I think in via della lungaretta but anyway if you walk through the place you'll find them fairly soon

at the piramide metro stop you'll find other than the eponymous pyramid the not-catholic cemetery which is imvho a lovely place to visit there's keats and shelley being buried there and a bunch of other famous people (italians mostly) but yeah I like going there X°D

in that spirit, right under the spanish steps there's the keats/shelley house museum dedicated to the aforementioned poets as it's the house where keats died and I haven't been in ages but it was a v good visit

in that spirit, remember to visit villa borghese AND to go to the galleria borghese museum aka one of the most important we have with prompt reminder that you need to book in advance and you only have two hours to visit so you need to time it right

in that spirit also check out the barberini musem (more caravaggio and other painters)

that said your museum priority should be the vaticans but again you have three months to see them so ;)

also go to san pietro in vincoli for michelangelo sculptures ;)

also I think I said it in one of prev. posts but for coffee go to sant'eustachio near piazza argentina it's the best

also I don't remember if I said it in the eating advice post but be kind to yourself go to the jewish quarter (always near campo dei fiori/piazza argentina) in via portico di ottavia, pick a restaurant (my favorite is the full-kosher ba ghetto it's at the beginning of the street) and try roman jewish food because it's heavenly and for the love of yourself even if you don't usually like artichokes do get jewish artichokes you'll thank me for that but again all of them are good I just think BG is superior

also in the same street if you go before 2pm there's a homerun pastry shop at the left corner of the street (it doesn't have a name but there's queues outside) where they make jewish sweets until they run out and they have excellent dark cherry pie which is to die for (in alternative there's another bakery just round the corner which has a more modern look/feel which is also great)

if you're here three months you're probably here for hannukkah and you should probably visit it then too they make special food and they have like events and such

do not ever eat in places where they give you the standard menu ie pizza/pasta + coffee + drink especially in the center that stuff is tourist trap and the food sucks you won't spend much more if you go to a normal restaurant unless it's extra fancy and you get like one dish and not two and it'll be way better

do not go up on the st. peter's dome it's a longass line and you pay and the view is meh, go to the gianicolo hill or the pincio terrace in villa borghese and your view will be better and 100% free

the public transport sucks ass like it does so expect the buses to pass whenever they like and the metros to work just if it's the A line, anyway I'd advise you to get a monthly ticket thrice so you can take buses/trains/metro/tram within the city and to download citymapper which is the most reliable app for all of the public transport here in my experience (there's probus roma as well but citymapper is more accurate as far as I've seen), also if you download one named mycicero you can buy tickets through it and have them on your phone all the time if you'd rather not get the piece of paper or go through the hassle of getting the plastic card

only take taxis if you're ready to pay a lot for it

also now that I think about it

if you wanna take a detour one day go to tivoli to see villa adriana it's amazing

you can go to castel gandolfo for the pope's summer residence which I think is now open to the public but I could be wrong

if you take the infamous train to ostia from piramide station you can go to ostia antica which is an archeological park with great roman ruins, that is if you survive the trip /s sorry that train just generally sucks but if you take it that one time it's okay XD

near the vatican there's a great japanese pastry shop named hiromi cake which if you're into that kinda sweet you might want to visit

if you shop at supermarkets todis is the most convenient, carrefour is the most pricey, coop is like most economical-but-good in between non-discounts and conad is midway, naturasi is for like natural stuff/bio things and it's pricey af (IK YOU DIDN'T ASK THAT BUT I FIND SUPERMARKET ADVICE GENERALLY USEFUL SO XD)

if you need a doctor it's free, idk how it works for foreigners staying long but in case you might need one and you aren't sorted out on that yet ask for the nearest guardia medica and they'll sort you out if you're outside, if you're at home get someone to call them and they'll arrive at your house (if you go to the hospital you might have to pay a fee but it's usually 20 euros for everything)

... okay I think I exhausted myself but if you want more info or need help or whatnot feel free to either send another ask or dm me using a throwaway if you don't want to deanon, enjoy your stay!!! <3

[danwhobrowses]

WWE Clash at the Castle - Quickfire Review

We start a hyped and heavy weekend of wrestling close to home as WWE's Welsh event Clash at the Castle kicks off. Thanks to being in my time zone (UK, I'm in England so I can't say hometown like WWE are trying to sell) I can actually watch it at a normal time.

So let's see how Triple H plans to set the bar for World's Collide and All Out

Spoilers for the PPV

Although it was a lot A LOT of promos, the fact that we had pre-show matches was a welcome surprise, shouldn't have waited nearly an hour though to do it

SP and AA did well to heat the crowd up, Moss and Theory didn't get as lot of time in the ring, bit weird to add Theory in to lose though, keeping eyes on it

Also it's not lost on me that they copied AEW's out the ring doomsday device/blockbuster dive they did for the Elite vs La Faccion Ingobernable

God the CGI has been ugly af, from the dragon to the castle overhead LED

Interesting that Asuka got the biggest pop of the very popular babyface trio

Damage Control, official christened, come to boos, which surprised me because even as heels how can you boo Bayley, Kota and Io (I know it's now 'Iyo' but she's still Io Shirai to me)

UK never forgets, that 'Hey Bayley' chant is still great

You telling me that Dakota and Io can't lift Alexa? I mean Bianca I'd get because she's the powerhouse but Alexa?

Bayley/Cole is still the best feud Bayley has on the main roster

Triple Tails reference in WWE?? Whoa, hey Cole can you next name drop Threedom?

It took over 10 minutes to finally get Io and Asuka -_- and it lasted only a minute -___-

Good finish to the match, Bianca eats three finishers to stay strong (Kota Kick, Roseplant, then Moonsault), probably a bit long but the right outcome to push Bayley vs Bianca

Oh yeah, Cody, with a promo which TOTALLY doesn't fall flat given how he made a career literally spiting WWE

Tyson Fury cameo for the hometown pop

Bulldog's family don't get a camera showing like Bret Hart?

Vinci is back with Imperium, the only thing not to get a name change

Since I got nicknames for all of the Brawling Brutes I guess I gotta find nicknames for the Imperium guys

Evoking Smackdown, the minions brawl while Shamu and...WALTER, that's his new nickname, no bias there, stare down

Robbie Brookside reference runs flat given how Xia was released in the NXT UK exodus

Why would Shamu say he'd put him in the 'belly of the red dragon'? Wales isn't Ireland

Okay I decided, Ludwig will be called Wiggins and Vinci will be called Giodude, so we have WALTER, Wiggins and Giodude vs Shamu, Dutch and Sundance

Gawsh the welts

Wasn't quite 10 beats when he got 12 in XD

Undoubtedly the slugfest it was expected to be, felt like it still had more left in the tank though, the finish was a bit limp, Sheamus though needs an ice bath

It hurts that the cheers have gone a little lukewarm for Liv after the travesty which was Summerslam, sporting the nice white though

There is a daftness with the phrase 'Liv has to kick out with an injured arm'

Thankfully Liv won without shenanigans, I felt they may've turned her heel. This is the perfomance we should've gotten from her in Summerslam really. There were some slow spots and Baszler's 'injured arm' could've been worked on a bit more

Was kinda expecting Ronda to jump her given how much we were lingering on her still

It always warms my heart that Rey gets a big pop no matter where in the card he is but he deserves the same pop Edge got

Edge is wearing a mask too XD Matching black and red too, telling as well that Dom isn't matching, he's in yellow

Don't see that spot enough of tag partners cushioning the corner

The usual Three Amigos heat spot cut short for double heat

The cooing from Priesty during the nut spot was hilarious, but also well acted

Edge hit a 619! I mean he didn't have the swing so it's not the same quality as Claudio or Io but still impressive

Dom running interference I don't like, especially since it leads to JD losing AGAIN. Dom trips Balor to set up 619/Spear combo

Listen I get it, trust me I can't understate enough my love for Rey Mysterio as a wrestler, but Judgement Day NEEDED this win, and it is frustrating to hell that the BABYFACES need to cheat to win

Then Dom turns heel, attacking Edge with a low blow then hitting Rey with a lariat after while JD - the losers - laugh at him

Are we going the angle 'you could only win because of me'?

I've been waiting to do 'Buddy got with his sister so Dom's thirsting for Buddy's girl' too but Dom doesn't even join JD, he leaves on his own

And Rey comforts Edge? His son betrayed him and Rey is comforting Edge

Riddle wearing Scooby Doo's mystery machine it looks like

Rollins, never to be outdone, went out there and literally did the devil gear from Rocketman XD

Camera completely messed up that barricade buckle bomb

Pretty sure it's just the Gotch Neutralizer when Riddle isn't the one doing it...

The Pop-out Pedigree was a really good nearfall

Also Cole it can't be 'everything in his arsenal' if he hasn't used the Stomp

Seth wins, not upset by that because he needed it, the match was fine for me I wasn't too invested, at least a smart story of emotionally baiting Riddle

Oooh a Becky video package, is she coming back soon?

Fury got no loyalty, shaking hands with Drew then buddying up with Roman

Kross in the crowd too

'In his United Kingdom home' is like saying 'In his home nation' about a Canadian while having a show in Alaska, or 'In his Scandinavian home' about a Norwegian while in Sweden

Again Welsh are not Scots, these aren't 'his people' per se

Thought Roman had increased his hologram with a weirwood but nope still got the ugly one too

This is like 20 minutes of entrances and packages here

No title splitting given how they called it the 'Undisputed WWE Universal Championship'

Not sure I like that Kross distracting Drew is the opening Roman gets

I get it was heat but what an absolutely dumbass move that was to turn your back and grab a microphone XD

Why doesn't anyone ever scout the Spider Suplex?

That wasn't a Rock Bottom that was just an Uranage because he didn't fall with

Drew McIntyre being considered 'lesser men' by Corey is a baffling remark

Also one spear has rarely put away a wrestler, usually takes multiple

At this point the barricade tackle spot has been overdone for Reigns matches

URRRRRRRGH, I could smell that Ref Bump coming a mile away

Well out comes Theory, eyes were always kept

Fury knocks him out before he cashes in, gets the pop

Solo Sikoa? Guess he's finally joining the Bloodline

Solo pulled the ref out (which I don't know how that stops a pin count but okay) and bounces Drew off the ropes into a Superman Punch, then Lil Naitch makes the count to keep the narrative consistency, but silly of me to think they'd send the fans home happy

The match itself was kinda meh, for the most part it was: wrestle for a minute, catch breath for 30 seconds to a minute, repeat, not exactly exciting for a most part, could've given us more, could've given us better

Fury then walks in to shake Roman's hand - in spite of 'knock him out' chants - then gets Drew to join him in singing American Pie, Drew did a promo and then they sang Don't Look Back in Anger (because Tyson wouldn't do Sweet Caroline)

Now don't get me wrong American Pie and Don't Look Back in Anger are bangers but this closer was weird

Conclusion

You can say what you want about the UK, but UK crowds in wrestling always give you the energy. It surprises me - and hurts me - that AEW has yet to tap into this yet.

The show was good, everyone performed very well and you'd get your money's worth out of the show, fan energy does add to this too. Given that this is technically Trips' first PPV show using storylines he's been developing I'd say it's successful - but not unbeatable. JD still lost, which is perhaps the only questionable booking decision I have with this show, and the pre-show could fit more than one match (given AEW's got FOUR), main card could've fit more too, Liv/Shayna could've had more creativity too. Think the MOTN for me was perhaps the IC title match. The ending still miffs me though, definitely did not shake that this was 'glorified house show energy', I mean why isn't Drew livid? He was screwed out of the world titles! And Roman's now-boring reign continues, unless they intend to give it to Zayn (which I doubt because it looks like they want him to tag with Owens instead) I guess we have to wait for Theory or Cody.

With 2 other PPVs there is the threat of upstaging, but it was a good show to start up on, the bar has been set.

Match Card (and predictions)

Kick-off: Street Profits & Madcap Moss def. Alpha Academy & Theory (Pinfall on Gable by Ford via Frog Splash) Main Card: Damage Control def. Bianca Belair, Asuka & Alexa Bliss (Pinfall on Belair by Bayley via Iyo Moonsault) GUNTHER (c) [w/Ludwig Kaider & Giovanni Vinci] def. Sheamus [w/Ridge Holland & Butch] (Pinfall via Lariat) Liv Morgan (c) def. Shayna Baszler (Pinfall via ObLIVion) Edge & Rey Mysterio [w/Dominik Mysterio] def. The Judgement Day [w/Rhea Ripley] (Pinfall on Balor by Edge via Spear) Seth Rollins def. Matt Riddle (Pinfall via Second-Rope Curb Stomp) Roman Reigns (c) def. Drew McIntyre (Pinfall via Superman Punch)

[bookofmirth]

Is there actually a mutual el/riel who doesn't mind reading your theories? Who might just think "hm no I don't agree with this" but they’re totally cool? Wasn't there someone who apologized and also mentioned that they read your theories/ Wasn't there someone who, even though didn't agree with everything you say, liked how nice you are? I really can't remember, but there was a mutual who apparently reads your theories.

It's just that I'm actually curious of what they think, yk? I agree with so many things that you've said and I would be kinda interested in having a conversation with them and talk about why this does and that doesn't make sense to them. I might be weird, but I would enjoy talking with someone who is from the other side and then discuss everything about the ships. Yeah, conversations with stupid people who just get immediatly angry go no where and there would be no point in arguing with those people further. But with the mutual ones, who might even agree with you on some things because they can actually fricking read the books, it could be interesting and you might understand some things from their pov.

I'm just very tired of the shipwar. Toxic people have made it nearly impossible for the nice gwynriels, eluciens, elriels and vuciens to interact about the ships in peace.

Well I guess I do, according to some anons! I have had 2-3 in recent memory.

I used to have a lot of e*riel mutuals, back in the day when people could appreciate the fact that we were all here for the same series, that we could agree on some things and disagree on others and just stay in our lanes. I know I've lost a lot of them since acosf, and tbf I did talk a *lot* of shit out of petty, petty spite so I don't blame them XD Apparently some of them still follow me, which I appreciate. I always tag stuff, so why not? I've barely even talked about that ship since the beginning of the year because I just... don't care.

I would genuinely like to have a conversation that's along the lines of "I think this and here is why, but I get where you are coming from". I do it all the time with people who have different opinions about characters, it is possible. Just check my Nesta tag haha.

The whole fandom atmosphere has made that impossible when it comes to ships, though. It's damn near close to making that sort of discussion impossible when it comes to characters, even. It's a shame. People are just taking all of this way, way too seriously. Again, I have taken it too seriously at times. But big picture. It's honestly not that deep. Fandom is supposed to be fun.

[asset35-maya]

I am sleepy but I gotta make a request before the busy tomorrow so 2 things on my mind! Sleepy and the 'oh my god they were roomates' vine xD with any characters and aus I love everything you write anyways xD Happy timezones and best vibes your way >^<!! 💖💞💕💕

Oh my god, they were roommates…

//

“The rental market in Detroit is absolute shit! How dare these bloodsuckers charge such high rates for the most under-developed properties! This city’s going to the dogs!”

“Uh-huh.”

“You have to pay your own weight in gold just to live in a shoebox for a year. Nonsense!”

“Uh…”

“Are you even listening to me, Tina!

Tina?

Goddamnit Tina!”

Gavin thumped his fist on her desk, but Tina’s eyes barely flicked up from her phone.

“Oh my god, you sound like my grandpa…”

Gavin turned red and his brain buzzed with a thousand colourful retorts. He was just about to pick one when Tina stopped scrolling and turned her phone screen towards him.

CYBERSCALIA @ NEW JERICHO

The suburban paradise for executive androids and humans alike. Located 25 minutes drive from downtown Detroit, with a full amenities.

Gavin’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He balked at her.

“You’re joking? How could I possibly…?”

“Get with the times, boomer…”

Tina lazily skimmed her thumb over the screen. The webpage promised plenty of greenery, good infrastructure and modest but spacious rooms. The extremely reasonable price tag was Gavin’s dream come true. He’d spent weeks apartment hunting in the wake of an early lease termination by his cantankerous landlord. Gavin knew he’d never find a better deal.

“Shit, this is so good, T! Why the phck does it have to be in that- that place!”

His friend arched a sceptical eyebrow.

“What place?”

“The Tincan ghetto!”

Tina smacked him on the arm. None too gently.

“It’s subsided public housing located in an android-friendly estate… because they’re the ones that need it most right now. And frankly, you seem to be in just as much need, so you should really get off that high horse.”

“Fine, fine. You’re right. I should seriously consider this place, even if my neighbours are gonna have more in common with my car than me. But damn, it seems a little too good to be true. There’s probably some fine print, hidden costs that’ll come out later.”

“Hmm… let’s see…”

Tina scrolled further and then let out a half-laugh. She held her phone up again.

“Nothing shady about the rates, but there is something you should know…”

At the risk of being called old again, Gavin squinted at the screen and read aloud.

“Bearing in mind the founding principles of New Jericho, all human occupants may only apply for tenancy in co-habitation with at least one android citizen of the United States of- JESUS PHCKING CHRIST! Absolutely not! I am not going to live with a plastic prick!”

//

Gavin had to get through half a bottle of wine before he could bear to scroll through the rental listings. Unlike other humans who had happily moved into New Jericho with their android friends or partners, he had to find an android who was also looking for a flatmate.

Some listings came from ardent supporters of Markus. These were the androids who wanted to ease the post-revolution transition by reaching out to humans. Some listings were put up by the android equivalent of frat boys. These individuals were clearly looking for someone on the fringes of human society, someone who could show them a good (if not illegal) time.

Other posts came from eccentric androids who craved company but had likely been rejected by their own kind. Gavin felt a strange twisting sensation, almost like pity, when he came across a post written entirely in third person by someone called Ralph.

He had almost given up hope when he came across a simple little listing for a two bedroom apartment in Cyberscalia.

RK900 #313 248 317 - 87: Seeking a neat, self-sufficient co-renter. Human or android, no preference. I spend most of my time working and will be out of your way for the better part of the day. I only ask for silence during my nighttime stasis cycles, timely payment of dues and upkeep of cleanliness.

Gavin sighed in relief.

//

“Your room is the first door on the left, mine is the second. The bathroom, laundry and kitchenette are shared, as is the living room. I scarcely find use for the latter, so you need not worry about my intruding on any of your social gatherings, or vice versa. As long as you adhere to the terms of the agreement, our paths will not cross much.”

The tall, stiff-necked android dropped a set of keys, both mechanical and digital, into Gavin’s open palm.

“Er thanks.. RK… sorry I forgot your full model number…”

“You may call me Nines. Although, I’d rather you didn’t call me much of anything. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

In a swish of black fabric, the android turned on his heel and disappeared into his room. Two rapid clicks indicated the shutting and locking of his door.

Gavin sighed and looked around the open-plan living room. It was nothing fancy, but it was far beyond any of the other properties he’d viewed in weeks of unsuccessful house-hunting.

He sat down on the simple black couch with a huff and contemplated his situation. He’d ended up where he’d truly never expected to go, but objectively speaking, things were good… barring the high-handed manner of his robot flatmate, but who gave a shit about that.

He pulled out his phone to text Tina his thanks.

//

“I can’t! I refuse to! It is a violation of my personal ethics and I will simply not take this assignment any further. Good day to you sir!”

Gavin nearly dropped his bowl of cereal one morning when his roommate burst out of his door and rushed into the open balcony.

He hadn’t seen Nines in days, which was perfectly normal. The android came and went at odd hours and made hardly any noise. It was almost like living alone. The only reminder of Nines’ presence was the sight of several dark shirts and trousers regularly hung out to dry on the rack above the washing machine.

Gavin set his bowl down and watched the android tightly grip the bars of the railing and take several unnecessary breaths to calm down. He’d seen deviant colleagues express emotion many times before, but this was the first time he witnessed such a potent mixture of rage and sorrow from a synthetic being.

Out of empathy, but mostly curiosity, Gavin approached cautiously.

“Hey Nines… is everything alright…?”

There was no response for several moments. Then Nines turned around with a grimace and hands held upwards in a placating gesture.

“I apologise for the disturbance. It was hypocritical of me to disrupt the very peace and quiet I demand of you.”

“Uh… no worries…? Are you okay?”

There was a flash of steel blue eyes.

Gavin kicked himself mentally as he realised too late that he’d broached uncharted territory. Their interactions didn’t extend beyond curt nods on the rare occasion they found each other in the same space. It was almost as if Nines engineered the lack of contact, which wouldn’t surprise Gavin at all if it were the case.

“I’m fine. I merely experienced some frustration with my work.”

Perhaps it was boredom, perhaps it was his usual lack of self-preservative instinct… Gavin threw caution to the winds.

“What do you actually do?”

Nines’ expression remained stoic but his LED went through a spectacular series of colours and flashes. His next words were reluctant.

“I’m a private investigator.”

“Oh shit! I’m actually a cop.”

Gavin pointed dumbly at himself and then let his hand drop when he saw absolutely no surprise cross the android’s face.

“I know. That’s why I let you stay with me.”

“For safety?”

“Certainly not for your fashion sense.”

“Wow okay, I didn’t think I’d be much protection for a big scary droid like you.”

Nines hummed dismissively and started to move out of the balcony, body language fully indicating the end of the conversation.

Unable to help himself for some strange reason, Gavin blurted out another ill-advised question.

“What pissed you off so much?”

Nines paused halfway through side-stepping the human. A thrill went through Gavin at the shards of ice he observed for the first time up close in Nines’ irises.

“If I tell you, will you promise to stop asking pointless questions?”

Gavin nodded earnestly, and frankly… rather foolishly.

“I helped a client gather evidence to initiate divorce proceedings on the grounds of infidelity. I provided ample photo and video evidence for his lawyers to work with. Now they want me to keep following the spouse to capture more details that could gear any future settlement in his favour.”

“So what’s your problem?”

“They’re offering me an incredible amount of cash to follow her 24/7. To stake out her workplace, her gym, her parent’s home. They want me to crouch under the window of the bedroom where her children sleep. I can do a lot of things, but not that. It’s deeply insulting that they even asked. That’s why I was so… pissed.”

Nines slipped past and was nearly back to his bedroom when Gavin spoke.

“I respect that.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I know, but for real though, I think ethics are important in our line of work. Not just because of we need morals or a sense of right or wrong blablabla, but because we need… clarity.”

Silence floated through the hallway as Nines paused with a hand on his doorframe.

“Clarity?”

“Yeah, like a sense of direction. We don’t just take cases right-left-centre because they make us money. I mean, we could, and people do… but they never become specialists or experts of any kind. You gotta strategise if you want a career. Ethics helps with that. I think…”

Gavin wasn’t sure what made him say any of that. He was neither one for small talk, nor a man of many words… but something about Nines prompted that unusual level of introspective discourse.

“Sorry that was weird. Never mind.”

“That was actually… very astute.”

Their eyes met and Gavin could’ve sworn he saw the hint of a smile.

“It’s good to see that not all humans are as one-dimensional as I thought.”

The door clicked shut, but there was no locking sound.

//

Since the morning of Nines’ uncharacteristic outburst, the frequency of their encounters in the common areas of the apartment increased. Wordless nods became hellos, and hellos eventually became full sentences.

Not that he’d admit it, Gavin actually looked forward to enquiring about the android’s day and the cases he was working on. It was utterly fascinating to hear about legal investigations without the constraints of police procedure.

For his part, Nines would share as much as he had the patience to, before disappearing into the confines of his room. Though the time he spent outside steadily increased every day.

Another morning, while Gavin was making his coffee, Nines emerged from his room, still in his pyjamas and looking as livid as he had the time before. Gavin had never seen him in anything but crisply ironed businesswear. Before he could voice any concern, Nines stiffly asked Gavin to keep a lookout for a homicide suspect.

He nodded and immediately reached for his phone to text the sergeant on duty at his station. By midday, there was an arrest.

That evening, when Gavin settled in front of the TV with his usual glass of wine, he heard the familiar sound of Nines’ door opening. The couch dipped beside him.

“Thank you.”

“Just did my job. I should thank you for the tip.”

“Hmm.”

Gavin chanced a glance at his roommate, and found him looking right back.

“What?”

“Nothing… I just had the realisation that much of my work is impotent without the authority and means to take any kind of action.”

The sitcom began to play and Gavin thumbed the remote to reduce the volume.

“Takes all kinds to keep the streets clean. PIs can do things cops can’t. We rely on guys like you for intel all the time, you know.”

“I know.”

No words were exchanged for a while thereafter. Gavin found himself unable to focus on the TV show with all the brooding energy emanating from his right.

“If you feel like being a private eye doesn’t make enough of a difference, then why didn’t you… um… you know…”

“Join law enforcement?”

“Yup.”

“Plenty of my fellow androids have done so. I know for a fact that my predecessor model chose to remain there. You might know him.”

“Connor? Yes. Very annoying.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“Totally. But why didn’t you join too? You’d be brilliant on the Force.”

“My skillset is certainly well-suited, but I didn’t want to become another puppet of the state.”

Gavin really didn’t know what to say to that. He nodded uncertainly and looked back at the television. He wasn’t sure why Nines was suddenly this social.

“What are you… watching?”

Androids could scan and detect just about anything in the world, so there had to be something else to the question. Gavin, strangely, was happy to oblige.

//

Nines made an appearance every evening, without fail. He would sit through the TV shows if they were of interest, or he would bring his case material and notes to the coffee table to work in silence beside Gavin.

Sometimes Gavin liked to work on jigsaw puzzles on the dining table. Nines would sit beside him, pretending to read a paperback novel, but actually scanning the puzzle and passing the right pieces over from time to time.

Against all odds, an evening ritual and a tentative friendship developed. It was simple, but it was warm. Comfortable. Like nothing Gavin had ever had before, even with humans.

//

He awoke one morning with a slight crick in his neck but the feeling of being very well-rested.

His eyes flickered open and fell upon the window. Familiar greenery came into view… but wait… had everything slightly shifted to the left? And was that the New Jericho Capitol building? He couldn’t see that from his room! There was a tree in the way! A tree that was now a few feet away from where it used to be.

Gavin sat up in alarm as he realised that he was not in his own bed. His heart flew into his throat as Nines walked through the open doorway. Shirtless and carrying a mug of blue liquid.

“Oh good, you’re up.”

“Wha-what happened!?”

Nines frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed. He set the mug on the floor and pulled on a plain black t-shirt.

“You passed out on the couch last night. I think you finished a whole bottle waiting up for me? Sorry, I was out working later than expected.”

Gavin looked down and sighed in relief as he found all his clothes still on him.

“I didn’t want you to injure yourself sleeping at an odd angle so I brought you here. Your door was locked.”

“You could’ve easily opened it.”

“Yes, but that would’ve been an invasion of privacy. I reserve that for working hours alone.”

Gavin looked deep into the sparkling blue eyes and as usual found no trace of humour.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t mention it. Now get out. You’re ruining my silk sheets.”

//

Against his best efforts, Gavin could not keep the thought of being carried to bed and tucked in safely out of his mind. How many years had it been? Since something like that had been even remotely possible for him?

He knew that Nines was just being kind in his own pragmatic little way… but Gavin found that he wouldn’t mind the prospect of waking up in the android’s bed in a wildly different context.

He realised he had it bad when Tina caught him smiling to himself at work one day.

“Why so happy?”

“Oh… nothing. Just remembered something my roommate did… He’s a… funny guy.”

“Huh. Well, look at you getting along so well with androids.”

“Android. Singular. Just him.”

“Wowwww… he sounds special.”

//

“Who did this?”

“Gavin, the damage is merely superficial-”

“Who phcking did this??!”

He reached forward and gingerly touched Nines’ split cheek. His synth skin was smeared with blue blood and glitching in and out. Nines winced at the contact.

“Shit, sorry. That must hurt like a bitch.”

“Androids do not feel pain.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m merely experiencing a surge in sensory input wherever my chassis is exposed. I’m fine.”

“Shut up and give me your first aid kit or whatever toolbox equivalent you tincans have.”

A shade of embarrassment appeared over the android’s features.

“I… actually don’t have one. I didn’t think I’d ever need it.”

“Didn’t think anyone could kick your ass, huh?”

“No… I didn’t think anyone would ever spot my hiding place.”

“Huh. How’d that happen?”

Nines’ eyes dipped, but as always, he answered the question.

“I was… distracted.”

Something in the air solidified and both of them felt it. Gavin cleared his throat and slapped his knees like an old man about to stand up.

“Right. Let me go check if the neighbours have anything that might help with your face.”

//

“So who’s this dapper young gent you’ve brought to the party, Gavin?”

“Er… he’s my uh… roommate.”

Captain Fowler nodded and winked.

“That’s what they called it in my day too.”

Nines shifted beside Gavin and cleared his throat.

“He’s a PI. But I think he’s wasting his talent taking pictures of cheating spouses. He’s quite interested in police work. Maybe we could get him to assist on a couple cases now and then?”

Fowler put down his drink and extended a warm hand to Nines.

//

“Oh thank RA9!”

Nines came running to the cluster of police cars and enveloped him in a giant hug. Gavin laughed as he patted him weakly on the back.

“Watch the ribs, big guy.”

“I was so worried.”

“Why? Your info was good. No chance of error.”

“I meant about you.”

Gavin pulled back and regarded Nines with confusion. The flashing red and blue lights of the cars made it hard to read his LED.

“Why?”

“I can’t believe you have to ask.”

The android pulled him into a bruising kiss. The officers standing nearby broke into wolf-whistles and applause.

“What the-”

“Oh I take full credit for that, sir.”

Fowler glanced at Tina.

“The case, Chen?”

“Oh of course. I solved the whole thing. But I mean that specifically.”

She waved a hand in Gavin and Nines’ direction. The two held each other tightly and seemed unlikely to come up for air anytime soon.

“Like I helped Gav find an affordable place in New Jericho and then he met this handsome investigator droid and they were roommates.”

“Oh my god, they were roommates…”

“Yeah legit.”

//

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Thanks so much for the request @jude-shotto

This ended up being a lot longer than expected, but I couldn’t help it. Your prompt just took me on a whole journeyyyy <3

[redwinterroses]

I’m doing my very best not to format this as a literary analysis paper but that’s basically what this is so forgive me if I slip back into those old habits at all. And I'm going to tag @betweenlands and @fluffy-papaya in this because guys look what your fic made me brainrot. XD

(This is a long one, y'all. We're talking 2k words. Sorry.)

That said:

Hey, let’s talk about the bead curtain in Dog at the Door.

That dang bead curtain, and why I’m currently fixating on it, and how I think it has symbolism that may or may not be intentional.

(At this point, I’m assuming it’s intentional. Everything about this fic is intentional. Including the pain. Heh. “The only difference between a running gag and a recurring theme is how seriously you take it,” says Solar. Cool. I’m taking it seriously.)

The curtain first shows up in chapter one. It’s one of the first things we see in the van, and the first thing we know about it is that Doc finds it obnoxious. Ugly. Revolting. Renbob loves it, obviously, but Renbob has odd tastes. Doc, on the other hand, literally uses his hatred of the curtain to motivate him to get out of bed in the morning.

The Red King, when he shows up, also has similar dislike of the thing, but his reaction is a little more measured, a little less extreme. More distaste, less disgust. He finds it “distasteful” and compares it to wearing a labcoat without a shirt (lol). But he doesn’t loath it like Doc does, and when Doc suggests (in chapter 13) that they take it down and use it for friendship bracelets, he’s as displeased with that idea as Renbob is. He has an ambivalent opinion, overall.

And then Ren. Ren actually reacts the least to the curtain—but ends up with the most dramatic interaction with it, which we’ll come back to in a second. He simply says (chapter 24) that normally he’d find the beads hideous, but that the light of Doc’s eye reflecting off it into the shadows makes it oddly peaceful.

There’s exactly one other use of the word “curtain” in this fic, and it’s this line right here:

“I haven’t done anything but possess him and lead his soul back to the controls.” RK throws his hands up in the air. “He’s put himself behind the curtain because he thinks I’m out to get him. My only crime is the original contract I made with him, doctor.”

In this instance, RK is talking about their “imperfect metaphor” of Ren being behind the curtain that separates the “driver’s seat” from the rest of the van that is Ren’s mind/soul. He’s saying that Ren has deliberately put himself in a position of defeat and surrender because he (Ren) doesn’t think there are any other options.

M’kay. Right about now, any sane person is going, “Red. Why are you so fixated on this bead curtain. It’s a running joke at best.”

And... I mean, sure. Kinda. But also definitely not.

This is the part where I really step out on a potentially-shaky limb with all the confidence in the world, because here’s what I'm seeing: the dividing line between life and death is often portrayed in literature as a curtain.

(And it’s interesting to note that the curtain is a barrier, a separation, but it’s only a curtain, and this one is made of beads at that. It’s a flimsy and fluid barrier, easy to pass through. Back and forth. Surrender and control, life and death.)

In fact, even in this fic it’s used that way: RK may be referring to the metaphorical bead curtain in their van of an explanation for how his and Ren’s relationship works, but in the story at that point Ren is convinced that he’s dead. Or is supposed to be dead. And by putting himself “behind the curtain,” he’s surrendering to that. Almost insisting on it, because that’s the truth of how he sees the world right then and he can’t process any other possibilities. He’s basically saying “I’m supposed to be dead, and this side of the curtain is death, so that’s where I’ll stay.”

So if the curtain in the metaphor represents the two sides of that, it’s really interesting to look at the various characters’ reactions to the literal bead curtain and see how it reflects their attitudes toward death—and specifically Ren’s death.

Renbob is... chill. He has an entirely comfortable relationship with the bead curtain, with life and death, with his own emotions—even with dealing with the emotions of the others he’s chauffeuring across the universe. While he isn’t immune to the grief of losing (or thinking he’s lost) Ren, he deals with it in a relatively healthy way—at least as much as we see. I think there was a possibly-canon ask at some point that said he was journaling and meditating so... yeah. Renbob’s got this. And 50 other bead curtains in storage. He’s the only character in the fic who passes in and out of the curtain regularly and without it being a big deal.

To put it simply: Renbob is on good terms with whatever happens in life, up to and including the end of it. (Renbob is arguably the equal and opposite of Grimdog. Two sides of the same coin in more ways than one.)

Contrast that now with Doc. Doc is... not a fan of the bead curtain. It represents a loss of control to him, (“freakin’ hippies”) and a separation from what he loves. In the past, he and Ren were on opposite sides of that conflict, and the beads still somewhat represent that tension (though in a mostly nostalgic, and not actively-antagonistic way.) But the language Doc’s narration uses to describe the beads is strong. “Obnoxious.” “Accursed.” “Horrendously evil.”

Nearly as scary as his best friend trying to kill him.

It’s played for laughs, obviously, and it is funny. But if we project the symbolism of “the curtain represents death” onto Doc’s reactions, it gets a bit less amusing. And it really fits with Doc’s attitude toward Ren’s death in the whole fic. It’s the worst thing he’s ever faced—to the extent that until RK’s seemingly-permanent presence forces him to, Doc doesn’t even try to process it. He goes right to work on the prosthetics, growls at anyone who tries to make him do anything he doesn't want to do, accepts RK as “New Ren,” and pretends that he’s going on with life.

He refuses to look at how weird the whole situation is, because if he does that he has to deal with Ren being gone forever. He ignores the thing that’s right under his nose and pretends it’s not there until a moment of quiet or actually having to interact with it brings it back to his attention, and then his reaction is vitriolic.

Doc hates that curtain, and he hates the concept of death, the concept of losing control. Even in his nightmares, he holds tight to what little control he can take, even if it’s just taking the initiative to sit in the snow and let it kill him faster. Hold onto that thought, because I’ve got more to it, but we have to talk about RK and Ren first.

RK holds both distaste and acceptance of the curtain. He doesn’t like it, but he doesn’t want it destroyed either. The distaste, notably, is when he’s with Doc, and the acceptance comes from being around Renbob. The Red King, as a blood god, is not exactly unfamiliar with death. It’s literally in his job description, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it. A necessary evil, if you will.

It doesn’t hurt either that, at least up until Ren, RK has always been the one on the other side of the curtain, completely in control of the situation. He goes back and forth on his attitudes, but in the past he has been the one in control and the bringer of death. His reaction is negative, but not emphatic—the way someone who has plenty of indoor plans might react to a rainstorm.

Ren... now, Ren. Ren has, like I said, the least recorded reaction to the actual, physical bead curtain. But. But. While he normally would call it hideous, “there’s something oddly peaceful about watching light fractals spin off the walls, cutting off into the shadows.” The shadows, it’s worth noticing, are specifically implied to be RK/hiding RK in this moment. Doc’s light and RK’s shadows interacting with the curtain bring peace to Ren. He passes through it easily to find Renbob.

Ren has already accepted his death—he accepted it long before the fic even started—to an extent that he’s actively insisting on it for a large portion of the story. It’s only when he realizes that Doc is in potential danger that he starts fighting RK for control of the situation again. (“Stay away from Doc, you bastard. He wasn’t part of our bargain. Leave him alone.”)

He dislikes the bead curtain, but he doesn’t hate it, and when seen in the (literal) light of Doc’s protective, watching eye—even if he is asleep at the moment, bless—even the shadows of RK’s presence are suddenly beautiful and peaceful to him in a way that, without the “reflecting fractals” of the beads, wouldn’t be possible. Again: this is the chapter where Renbob’s influence is felt, and his peace with life and death directly affects Ren and his reactions. (“It’ll all sort itself out, eventually, and I’ll be here for you while it does.”)

And then...

And then Ren rips down the curtain altogether.

The separation is gone. For better or for worse, that divide between control and surrender, between RK and Ren, between life and death... it’s gone. It’s scattered across the floor of the van, glittering in Ren’s hair, and in the carpet. Ren has broken through that barrier, and now we just have to wait to see what the consequences of that are for him.

But... we can already see at least one consequence for Doc. Because now there is no more illusion of control and surrender for him to maintain. That division is no longer there, and we see Doc’s first real surrender in the whole story. Even in his nightmares, he was still in control: he knew it was a nightmare, and he fought against it until he “gave up”—in a way that still put him in control. He chooses to sit in the snow so it’ll kill dream-him faster.

He acts like he doesn’t care, but it’s still not that: he takes control in the only way he knows, aware that everything is only a dream and no matter what how it treats him, he’ll still wake up in the end. He looks at the nightmare and says basically “Do your worst, I dare you, but you won’t get what you want from me.”

But now—now he surrenders to Ren. He gives up. His core truth (“I’ll do anything to protect those I love,” which I talked about in this post) looks like it’s not going to be enough to save them. He can’t save Ren—from RK or from Ren himself—and that means he’s lost in the worst way possible. In this moment, it looks like Ren doesn’t even trust that Doc’s core truth—that he will do anything to save his friends—is true.

This is Doc’s lowest point: that Ren seems to think Doc’s loyalty and love have failed. And to Doc... that’s a fate worse than death.

So he gives up. He tells Ren to kill him, and he fully expects him to do so. Doc doesn’t want to die, but at this point he has completely let go of any control of his own fate. Even when facing down Ren with the Skizz blade, he held tightly to his control of the situation. He literally takes the sword in his own hand and removes it as a threat. But now—now the curtain is gone. The illusion of control is gone.

Ren is the one in control of the situation—for possibly the first time in the fic—and he chooses to remember that Doc is his friend, that he’s missed him. But Doc leaves it all to him. Even when Ren backs off, Doc stays in that surrendered state (“I can’t do anything right, unlike [Martyn.]”). He realizes that he's been in the passenger seat the whole time, and he’s now where Ren was before: no longer even trying to take back the driver’s seat.

The curtain is gone. Now we just have to wait and see who ends up on which side of it at the end.

[velnoni]

I adore the jogo being a housewife, XD.

So what about Noritoshi Kamo (the one from Kyoto) and Choso being house wifes?

housewives series | jujutsu kaisen editon

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

characters: noritoshi kamo, choso

tags: headcanons, fluff, mention of stalking

buy me a kofi?

Noritoshi Kamo

Take his housewife duties very seriously. Even a speck of dust is unacceptable. You can expect the house pristine clean whenever you come home.

Thinks you're after the money that comes with his namesake for a very long time.

I would have to say he's a bit punctual at times but understandable about your work schedule. He appreciates it beforehand if you tell him you won't be coming home so he'll know not to stay up late waiting for you.

On the rare occasion you'll find him beautifully asleep on the couch. He'll deny it if you ask if he waited for you.

Kind of a brat but not in the way you'd think. He gives playfully but snarky replies about your disheveled appearance or maybe simply pokes fun at the things he exceeds you in. And he does in such a polite way which is weird. He tries to hide that smug grin of his face but he ain't fooling nobody.

Regarding kisses he doesn't mind them. He strikes me as someone very fickle so the mood will have be right. Kissing his Adam apple or his jaw will make him nuzzle into your hold.

Due to his strick upbringing he isn't fond of public affection and he might come off as cold to outsiders but you know he means well. One time you held hands in public and it was a good 10 seconds later he pulled away.

Never exactly said the words "I love you" but shows great affection towards you. How'd this marriage happen? Either arranged or he stepped out of bounds and married outside the clan. He seems to be one that judges a person's character based on first appearance and knowledge either prior or told down the grapevine. End of the day you have to prove in your own way that you're worthy of his hand in marriage.

Likes a good book to read.

On the rare occasion you're both home you might flirt with him a bit. Call him your beautiful wife, toy with hair, kiss the nape of his neck just to see him turn scarlet. It's a dangerous game you're playing. He's quite a reserved man but pry him enough and he'll open up to you.

The guy was a shitty ass cook till he practiced. He refused to be anything but perfect to his partner and you have no say in the matter.

You never caught the man slacking. Ever.

Really likes when you comb his hair. But you also like to watch him comb his own hair. He looks like a beautiful princess. He looks more beautiful when he opens his eyes. At night time you two play footsies surprisingly.

Lastly he carries a picture of you everywhere he goes. Whether it's at the supermarket getting items for dinner or walking around the neighborhood he keeps you close in a small locekt. He doesn't speak about you in public but he finds himself liking you more.

Choso

*slight manga spoilers

Stalker wife? Stalker wife. You don't know it but he follows you to work to make sure no one tries to kidnap you. You tell him time and time again that you can take of yourself but he proclaims that as your wife it's his job to protect you. It's kinda cute.

How'd this happen? He isn't fond of humans to begin with, so your attitude or way of thinking is what caught his attention. He likes a person who thinks outside the box. Yuji probably introduced you two.

Easy to get jealous. If you talk to someone he doesn't know and y'all look a little too close he gets extra quiet for a few hours. It's like cracking a box.

In the start of the relationship he doesn't trust you that much and keeps his distance. Why were you so fascinated in him? But you kept persisting till you won his heart over. He still remembers how you slipped the ring on his finger rather nervously and when he told you he was fully human you said you didn't care. It was those words that actually made him cry with a stoic expression.

He looks up everything he can on how to be a perfect housewife. So catch making stuff in the kitchen and failing multiple times. He'll ask you how it taste, what he should add etc.

Sweeping allows his mind to drift off. To think he'd be in such a domestic reality is a shocker. He wonders if his brothers can see him.

Yes he wears a black apron and he doesn't mind wearing long dresses or skirts. They're comfy either way.

In general he's a very quiet person that tends to speak his mind. In public he keeps you close to his side at all time.

At times he is a bit worried of accidentally poisoning you even though he's great at controlling his ability so he holds off on close quarter contact.

Likes shopping and finding outfits for you to wear cuz he dotes a lot. Like a good housewife he waits for you to come home and embraces you with a gentle hug (he ran back home after stalking you for a while).

Finally you absolutely love it when you kiss his palms the way he can't make eye contact with you for hours straight on. He's still adjusting to all this.

He seeks revenge still. So your beautiful husband with his hair down and body posture completely vulnerable goes to your aid for skinship. Even though it worries him about the poison in his body you tell your wife to relax as you stroke his scalp.

He truly loves you with his cursed heart. Neither of you said the word but you don't have to.

[dingoat]

Tagged by @verbose-vespertine as a ‘get to know the blogger’ thing, thankyou! I like this one because it doesn’t ask a million real-world-identifying questions :D

1. why did you choose your url?

Just a combination of two animals I like chosen on a whim to make a unique, pleasant sounding word that I wasn’t using elsewhere because I had no idea what I was gonna do with this tumblr thing at the time.

2. any sideblogs?

@bookofcrow is my IC/aesthetic sideblog! Mostly stuff that reminds me of Ahuska, or things that remind her of people in her life, and the odd (very rare atm) sketchbook page of hers!

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

Looks like early 2012? Have I been here TEN YEARS omg. I didn’t really start ‘existing’ on here properly till 2017 or so though.

4. why did you originally start your blog?

Friend at the time said ‘look at this blogging site’ and it confused the hell out of me. I shared and reblogged some stuff but didn’t really achieve a whole lot until some Much Better People came into my life much later down the track.

5. why did you choose your icon?

It’s Ahuska! Drawn by @trashmuh and gifted to me by @askshivanulegacy and it still makes me smile EVERY DAY so it stays.

6. why did you choose your header?

Absolute whim for both PC and mobile versions, no thought behind either except ‘image that goes sideways’. Might change them one day.

7. what’s your post with the most notes?

CAT GHOST

8. how many mutuals do you have?

Literally no idea how to work this out in a not exhausting painstaking way but rest assured you’re all Very Good, also the people whose blogs I check in on individually every now and again but don’t actively follow because I can’t commit to that much scrolling on a daily basis.

9. how many followers do you have?

a nice amount but I don’t play the number comparison game

10. how many blogs do you follow?

275 hahaha there’s probably a bunch that are 100% inactive these days

11. have you ever made a shitpost?

Probably? Does this count?

12. how many times do you use tumblr a day?

I check in pretty frequently but don’t necessarily actively do stuff on it every day.

13. have you ever fought another blog?

Nah. I’ve had some hostility directed my way in the past but the whole ‘don’t engage’ option really does wonders for the mental health, I recommend.

14. how do you feel about “need to reblog” posts?

Yeaaah nope, not big on the guilt tripping thing.

15. do you like tag games?

Yes! I might sometimes forget to do them and let them vanish into the ether but I always love being tagged it’s such a pleasant little buzz to know that anyone’s thought of me.

16. do you like ask games?

Character asks are THE BEST even if I don’t always get around to them though I try! I think about my kids all the time but there’s just something neat about knowing someone else out there has had a curious thought about them?

17. which of your mutuals do you think are tumblr famous?

Man idk who the ‘big names’ are or what, or if any of them follow me back? I have a friend who was tumblr famous in some circles way way back but they saw some of the worst sides of humanity as a result and is long long gone. Too much attention on the internet frankly scares the hell out of me, I like to keep my head low and stay in my weird little corners.

18. do you have a crush on a mutual?

I mean I’m married to a mutual?? XD And I guess I could say I’ve had friend-crushes maybe but I daresay they’re regular proper friendships nowadays.

[anon-rebel-writes]

Late Night Talks

Hello everyone! I hope you are having a wonderful day!

So this is a new story (yay!), and I wrote this for my girlfriend! She asked me not to tag her for privacy reasons, but I hope she loves this because this is actually based on a real event!

A quick background, we confessed through the phone and this story is heavily based on that. A lot of the feelings Luka feels are things that I actually felt! The dialogue is pretty similar too (obviously some things are cut out or edited to fit Luka and Mari lol)

My “just-a-friend” got me into MLB and we both love Lukanette, so I thought it’d be fitting to write her a story about Lukanette, based on us, for one of her gifts! Happy birthday, my love! I hope you (and everyone else reading this XD) enjoy it!

The story begins under the cut! <3 Ao3 Link

Soft light from his phone covered his face, forcing his eyes to squint in order to see clearly. His thumb unconsciously moved across the screen, opening up random apps before quickly closing them just to open them again.

The boat was fairly quiet. During the day, he could hear the different movements and various noises from his mother and sister, but this late at night merely left the sounds of waves from the Seine below him. The natural creaking of the boat usually left him relaxed and helped him fall asleep.

Although lately his nights had been occupied by other things, especially one girl.

Luka shifted in his bed, trying to engulf himself in more warmth from his blankets. Did his mattress always feel this stiff and uncomfortable? He never paid it much attention before, it never mattered before. Maybe it was just his mind trying to find something to think about.

He glanced at the time near the top of his screen and saw it was ten after midnight. Well at least it’s not too late yet, or maybe it wasn’t too early yet? She never texted him extremely late (or extremely early). Was it late? When did he care about time so much?

The only reason he thought about the time lately was because of her.

Luka shifted again, pulling up the blanket to cover the blush creeping up his cheeks. He continued to open apps just to close them again. He sighed and turned off the phone, letting the room dim and his eyes rest. Why did this feel so desperate? He used to see himself as a ‘go with the flow’ guy, but she had found a way into his heart and made him question his entire life.

When had he ever checked his phone this much? If she decided to text him tonight (as she had been doing for the past couple of nights), would immediately replying make him seem obsessed? He didn’t want to come off as overbearing. Didn't girls like when guys text fast? She hasn’t seemed to mind it so far. Then again, his only source of reference was his sister, and getting her to reply to him took years off his life.

His phone beeped and the screen lit up, showing a new text message. Luka quickly sat up and hurried to read the message.

‘SOS Can’t sleep again :( Think I might need a ~Luka~ to help (^-^)’

He covered his mouth with his palm, trying to hide the smile consuming his face. When did his nights become like this? Maybe it was desperate to wait for a text, but when the text came from Marinette, he couldn’t find a reason to be upset.

This girl seemed to bring him a whole new type of happiness, even if he was too nervous to text her first. He wanted to give her space and be comfortable around him, so waiting until midnight for a text never bothered him.

While seeing her throughout the day was always amazing, there was a different feeling that came with their late night talks. The fact that she needed to sleep and came to him for help gave him a warmth in his chest he never knew before. Although sometimes it made him feel selfish, seeing as she tended to talk to him when she was tired.

‘Luckily this Luka is always able to help :)’

And he really was always able to help, at least he tried to be. Luka helped everyone. Whether it was his family, friends, strangers, co-workers, he always lended a hand. But when it came to Marinette, he’d drop everything to run to her.

‘Yesss! Call me! Mama needs some Luka time!’

He tried to stifle a laugh and rolled his eyes at his phone. His body was hunched over the edge of the bed, watching his phone with intense eyes, as if the messages would disappear if he looked away.

In the mornings, he always found himself worried about that, as if the night before only existed in his mind. He’d hurry back to his phone to re-read the messages, making sure that Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the girl who chased off his nightmares and reinvented his dreams, really spent her night with him. Even if it was through a screen, even if it was for an hour, the messages were there to remind him that for a moment, she was his and he was hers. He was always hers, if she wanted him to be.

Luka slowly leaned back onto his bed, trying to get into a comfortable position. He put one hand behind his head and took a deep breath. His calm personality wasn’t an act, Luka was definitely a level-headed person, but he was still human. And as a human, a pretty girl talking to him late at night gave him lots of nerves.

He quickly shook off any tension he felt and pressed the call button. The phone only rang once before the sweetest voice he’d ever heard took over. “Hi Luka! Sorry, I know it’s late and everything, but I couldn’t sleep and… Oh wait, you told me I shouldn’t apologize, sorry! Or- wait, I just said sorry. Wow, I’m sorry- Shoot! I said it again-”

She was rambling, rotating between apologizing to him and trying to explain why she called him. As much as he loved (was that too serious of a word?) her, he also knew that if he didn’t reel her in, she’d spiral out of control.

“Don’t worry, Mari, you’re fine. But I gotta be honest, I didn’t expect this. I mean, calling a boy so late at night… not once, but multiple times in a row? How scandalous of you, Mel’.”

He heard a scoff through the phone and a lot of rustling. “Oh Luka, you should know I am the most scandalous of girls. In case you haven’t heard, I call lots of boys and girls at night.” Her voice took on a fake sounding ‘tough guy’ accent. He rolled his eyes and let out a chuckle. “Wow boys andgirls? I didn’t know I was talking to a criminal.”

Honestly at this point he wouldn’t put it past her to be a criminal, she seemed to have a habit of stealing people’s hearts. He’d never tell her that though. One, she seemed to have a strange distaste for bad jokes, two, that meant he’d have to admit that he liked her (but the word ‘like’ didn’t seem strong enough).

“What?! I wouldn’t take it that far! I’m a total supporter of the law!”

Luka moved the phone from his ear to his chest. His face pinched tightly, trying to hold back any laughter that formed. His body tensed up from holding it in, as much as Juleka definitely deserved some payback for the loud laughing she tended to do so late at night, he really didn’t want to deal with a cranky sister. He quickly moved the phone back to his ear and took a deep breath.

“Yeah, that’s true. It’s kinda funny how different we are, not that I don’t support the law. It’s just when you have a mom like mine, it’s kinda hard to keep it in mind.” Marinette laughed through the phone and his chest felt like it was on fire.

Everything about her was so sweet, her laugh, her personality, she was amazing. Even when the mornings came and his head throbbed from the lack of sleep, he would never change these moments with her for anything in the world.

Sounds of fabric and movement came through the speaker along with a small hum of agreement. “Yeah I am pretty amazing at following the law. It’s kinda like a job at this point… Not that I have a job with the law! I don’t do that. That would be weird. Uh- anyways! Your job! Wait, that's not exciting. Oh man I’m so nervous tonight, I’m sorry.”

“Melody, it’s fine. My job isn’t very exciting, but I’m sure your day was, right? Mind telling me about it? You know I love listening to you.”

A gasp came through the other end of the phone and then a very thorough retelling of the events from the day. He slowly closed his eyes and imagined everything she told him. She left the bakery this morning to hang out with Alya, she probably wore that new beret she made, along with some cute, pink shoes to match.

He imagined her sitting under a tree at the park to draw, it was sunny and hot today, so she probably took her jacket off to get comfortable. She told him how she went out to get orange juice with Kagami, he could practically hear her smile through the phone as she told him about it.

Everything with Marinette was simple, by no means easy, but simple. He knew her well enough to understand how she felt, and she was the same way with him. They just got each other. She didn’t need to tell him the details because she knew he would already know. When he tried to explain a decision he made in a new song, she didn’t have to know what he was saying to understand him. Luka found it easy to just ignore the details, because Marinette was talented enough to fill them in herself.

Luka stayed quiet as he processed her words, filling in the details himself. He loved spending his nights like this, he didn’t mind messing with his sleeping schedule (or lack thereof). He loved to replay every moment of sincerity and kindness she showed throughout her day. He loved to hear about new projects she worked on, because her talent went beyond anything he’d ever seen.

She was miraculous.

“-But yeah, I guess that was my day! Not super exciting, but I think it was okay? I hope it was, at least.” Exciting? That was just one of the many adjectives he could use to describe her. Talented, exciting, clumsy, but so intelligent. Even on her dull days, he got excited just hearing her about random thoughts she had throughout the day. “Marinette… you’re extraordinary, honestly. Your day sounds wonderful. You’re wonderful. I don't know- You make me feel wonderful.”

Was he oversharing? Probably. He was definitely bad with words, but he wasn’t lying. His hands fisted his shirt as he waited for a response. The other end of the phone call went strangely silent. He could faintly hear the hum of the phone and the waves of the water outside his window. Why did the phone get quiet?

The last thing he’d ever want to do was make her uncomfortable, maybe he shouldn’t have said anything. What if he told her too much? A soft squeal pulled him out of his thoughts and he focused back on the phone. “Um-! That’s...really sweet, Luka! You’re wonderful too… Or- Extraordinary I mean! You make me feel extraordinary, all the time. So- I don’t know, thank you?” His chest tightened. How much longer could he keep up with this act?

Pretending to be ‘just a friend’ might be easier for some people, but it was torture for him. Did she have these late night talks with other people? Did she ever hold anyone else’s hands when hers feels cold? Did she ever kiss them on the cheek to say goodbye? Luka was never one to push his luck, despite protests from his sister and mom, but nights like tonight made it hard.

“Don’t thank me, it’s just the truth, Mari. I should be thanking you, for making my nights a lot better, y’know?”

It was the truth. But there was so much more he could say. All of her quirks and amazing qualities always left his head feeling dizzy. He could write symphonies merely based on the person she was, let alone his feelings for her.

Yet he always kept those melodies to himself, even if he wanted to share them with the world, or share them with her. Nights like these make him feel like he could take on anything life throws at him. For Marinette, he probably could.

Another squeal came through the phone and a loud thud. He quickly sat up in a panic and pressed the phone even closer to his ear. “Marinette? Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” Loud thumping came through the receiver and more panicked sounds.

“S-sorry! That was just- I just- Ugh… I dropped my phone, sorry. You just- you should know that… This is gonna sound lame, but you make my nights better too… Heck, I even listen to your cover songs throughout the day, so I guess you make my days better too? Wait, that sounds weird, sorry! I don’t mean to say it in a weird way...”

Luka’s eyes widened and his heart felt as if it was trying to beat out of his chest. His hand unconsciously moved to his chest and grabbed tightly onto his shirt. The breath leaving him was shaky and weak. It felt like the world stopped spinning for a moment.

All at once, the feelings he tried to hide came boiling over and any sensible thought that told him to conceal his affections raced out of his mind. Before he could stop himself, Luka’s mouth moved on its own.

“Can we facetime? Or anything similar to that, please?”

Without getting an answer, his phone started ringing. He turned the phone to his face and saw himself staring back. As soon as Luka answered the call his eyes wandered across his screen, taking in Marinette’s face.

Her hair was still in pigtails, but different strands stuck out in an adorable way. The camera showed her snuggled into her bed as she laid on her side, with her pink comforter pulled over her lower face, covering her cheeks and nose. A large cat pillow rested just behind her head, unnervingly staring at him. Because most of her face was hidden, Luka noticed her eyes, and suddenly he felt very self aware of his position.

Quickly laying back down on his bed, Luka awkwardly raised one arm to lay behind his head, trying to feign an relaxed appearance. He tried to give her the closest thing to an easygoing smile as he could manage at the moment, which definitely felt a little forced seeing as how he was now (sort of) face to face with Marinette. Trying to hide any tension he was feeling, he cleared his throat, inwardly hoping she couldn’t read how nervous he was.

“Uh- Hey, Mar- Melody. Love the cat pillow. Totally don’t feel like it’s about to jump into your phone and attack me.”

She raised a hand to her mouth, attempting to cover her laughter. Her eyes scrunched, smile widened, and Luka’s heart soared. Marinette managed to roll onto her back letting the beautiful sound ring throughout the room. The blanket dropped and uncovered the entirety of her face.

After a moment of joy, she tried to quickly recollect herself. She turned her head back to the phone and stuck out her tongue. “Silly. Just so you know I’m banning you from making me laugh this late again. You’re gonna make my stomach hurt!”

Luka started laughing too, loosely covering his mouth, not caring about waking anyone up anymore. “That’s gonna be a problem, you should know that I’m kinda hilarious, so you should fully expect me to break that rule. Very quickly.”

They both joined in quiet giggling before Marinette covered her mouth with her hand again and gasped. “I just told you that you’re banned from making me laugh!”

“Hey, I warned you! You can’t be mad when I literally just warned you!”

The two teens burst into laughter once more. Luka calmed down quicker than Marinette did, so he saw her laughing face a second time. She was beautiful. Every time he saw her, he swore she wasn’t real. No real person could be as stunning as she was.

Whenever she worked on a new project and her hair flopped over her face, she was gorgeous. The times when she helps their friends out, her eyes are always so gentle, she’s divine. Even when she’s stressed out, the moments when she feels at her lowest, Luka can’t help but notice how angelic she looks.

She’s breathtaking without even trying.

Once Marinette collected herself, her eyes turned soft and precious as she looked back at the phone. Even through a screen, her stare set his soul on fire. His mind went blank for a second before he lost all sense of reason.

“Did you really mean it when you said I make your days and nights better?”

Her eyes widened slightly at his question, and he finally realized what just came out of his mouth. ‘Great job, Couffaine. You just made it weird!’Luka shook his head and moved the camera slightly away from his face, moving his gaze from the phone. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up again-”

“I mean it.”

His eyes shot back to her and saw how she snuggled back into her bed again. Her eyes were looking away, but the redness in her face showed him exactly where her mind was. “I meant what I said… Did- Well, did you mean it too? When you said I made your nights better?”

There it was again. The shaky breath, the longing look in his eyes, the fuzziness in his chest. With a simple answer, she turned him into putty and without even realizing it.

Luka moved his arm to rest on his eyes, attempting to hide any sign that would show how he felt, just in case she didn’t mean her words the way he wanted her to mean them. He’d never blame her for not being too clear, even if it hurt him. Any affection, whether friendly or romantic, should’ve been fine with him.

“This is gonna sound bad, but my phone is full of screenshots from our FaceTime calls.” Luka lifted his arm up slightly to gauge a reaction from her. But her eyes were glued on him, he couldn’t pick up on a clear response, so he covered his eyes again and continued.

“I… this is so creepy- sometimes I look at pictures of you and… it makes my day better too? That sounds so weird. It sounded a lot cuter in my head-” A loud cackle interrupted him and his arm shot away from his eyes. He saw Marinette digging herself even deeper into her massive blanket (and creepy cat pillow), trying to hide her laughter.

She must’ve noticed his silence because her eyes popped out of the blanket to look back at her screen. “Sorry, that’s just… that’s so cute! You take screenshots from our facetime calls?”

Her lopsided smile made his cheeks burn. He tried to gain back his level-headedness by rolling his eyes at her. He brought the phone closer to stick his tongue out at her. “I wouldn’t call me ‘cute’ if you don’t want me to call you ‘adorable’ for listening to those covers.”

Marinette stuck her tongue out at him in retaliation and hid her face back into the blanket. He took a quick, deep breath, silently thanking himself for being able to play his awkwardness off.

“I can’t believe I actually admitted that to you- That’s cold-blooded, Luka! Teasing a girl’s love is mean!”

They both paused for a second, taking in her words. The cabin suddenly felt a lot smaller than it was. His blood felt boiling hot yet icy cold all at once. His face slacked and yet tensed in different places. Looking at her and seeing her eyes expand let him know she was probably feeling the same way.

“Love?”

It sounded so easy. When she said it, it felt right. Full of affection without being overbearing. But then Marinette’s gaze moved off screen. She sunk into herself, yet not playfully like before. The energy of the call changed into something else, something new. “I… shouldn’t say anymore. I’m… sorry, Luka. I’m so sorry; I feel so selfish. I call you so late just to ruin your night by making things weird, and I’m so sorry.”

He watched as she shifted in her bed; he saw the edge of her thumb on the screen, hovering over it, as if she was about to end the call. “That’s not-! Marinette, that’s not true. If you’re selfish… If you’re selfish, then I must be the most greedy guy in the world.”

Marinette swiftly stared at the screen, her mouth opened as if she was going to rebuttal his statement. Before she could, he spoke first.

“I’ve been staying up every night, hoping and begging that you’d text me, or call me, or give me any attention at all. And I do it, knowing that you message me when you’re tired and need to rest. I know that spending time with me only takes away time you need to sleep. So yes, I’m selfish, and I’m greedy,”

Luka slowly sat up as he stared into the screen, clutching it as if it was the most important thing in the world, and at this moment, it was. Marinette moved the blanket off her face slightly and he saw her face flush with color. His voice felt raw as his throat tightened and his face burned. He couldn’t even register the tear that raced down his cheek. When did he get so emotional?

“But Melody, Mari, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I want your attention so bad. I want your affection and anything else you give me. I’ve been trying so hard to bite my tongue around you, to pretend like I think of you as my friend. But I love…”

He shut his mouth fast. What was he doing? He was destroying everything for these feelings. Why would she like him? She gives everyone affection. Marinette loved everyone, it was just who she was. What was he doing? He looked around his room and realized the situation he put himself in. He quickly put his phone on the bed next to him and pulled his knees to his chest.

Did he ruin their relationship? Would she stop having these late night talks with him? Would she still hold his hands when hers felt cold? Would she ever kiss his cheek to say goodbye again? What was he doing?

This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go. It all happened so fast. He reached for his phone to apologize and to hopefully scavenge whatever was left of their friendship.

“I love you too, Luka.”

His hand stopped just above his phone and he waited. He listened to the small buzzing sound from his phone, the waves moving against the boat, gentle breathing coming from Marinette.

“I love you… and I wanna be selfish. I wanna be greedy and I wanna be with you.”

Luka found the courage to lift the phone to his face and stare back at her. Marinette now sat up, her face was bright red with tear stains down her cheeks. Her eyes were slightly puffy and he was sure his were too. The only light on her face was her phone and even with everything, she looked beautiful.

“I wanna be with you too, Marinette. Always, for as long as you’ll have me. Wake me up at three A.M. everynight for the rest of my life, I don’t care. I just wanna be with you too. I love you.”

It felt so right. It wasn’t too much when he said it. He meant it to be heavy and weighted. But it didn’t feel forced or extreme. It was just right. They stared at each other for a moment more. His eyes raced across every centimeter of the screen, taking in every aspect of her, her eyes doing the same. Smiles spread across her face as they both chuckled, their laughter laced with happy tears.

Luka wiped his eyes, trying to calm himself down (despite his teenage hormones telling him that he should continue to cry and sob from the utter euphoria he was feeling). Marinette tugged at her pigtails with one hand, seeking to find comfort.

“This wasn’t the way I thought we’d confess, y’know. I always thought you’d write me a song, or I’d make you a new jacket. Some big gesture instead of us sobbing,” she chuckled.

He stopped wiping his eyes to laugh again. His smile grew, even as he tasted his tears. “Yeah, sorry about that. I promise I have plenty of songs for you, and about you and everything. I can grab my guitar if you want, but you might hear Juleka complaining in the background.”

They shared one final laugh before the exhaustion of crying kicked in and they both laid back down. Marinette wrapped herself in blankets one final time, holding the dubious cat pillow tight against her. Luka found himself in a similar position, he laid on his side, his face squished against his pillow and the blanket pulled under his chin.

They stared at each other, making small conversation about their feelings. Luka could hardly remember all that happened after that, he felt such relief and happiness from everything that the rest of the night felt fuzzy.

He glanced at the time at the top of his screen and noticed it was now closer to three-thirty. Luka took a deep breath before sighing. He saw Marinette’s eyes getting smaller and smaller with each second.

He knew that they should hang up soon, but he really wanted to be selfish and keep her on the phone. “Luka…”

Marinette slowly opened an eye to look back at him. Their smiles grew once again. “Are you gonna take another screenshot of me?” Her smile turned sly and he rolled his eyes.

“That’s cold-blooded, Mel’. Teasing a guy’s love is mean,” he stuck out his tongue, just for good measure. But then he sneakily took one screenshot, to remind himself that tonight was real and not just a dream. Tonight, Marinette was his and he was hers, and hopefully it’ll stay like that for a long time.

Her eyes drifted back closed, but her smile never left. “...Love you… Luka….”

Warmth engulfed his chest, leaving him feeling light and airy. The mattress underneath him felt soft and perfect. The dryness on his cheeks from earlier tears didn’t bother him at all. He was content and full of love.

While the confession was unexpected, he wouldn’t change it for the world. As much as he loved her clothing and as many songs as he had for her, he knew nothing would’ve compared to tonight. As he looked back at her sleeping face, he had a feeling she felt the same.

“I love you too, Marinette.”

[evestedic]

Author’s interview

I was tagged by @jhsgf82​ Thanks! I think you’re the only one that knows me here, boo :P  

Name: Stephanie 

Fandoms: The Hunger Games, Boys Over Flowers, TharnType: The Series. The latter is the one I’m the most active right now, though I still write for the other two fandoms.  

Where do you post?:  Here, AO3, Fanfiction.net...  

Most popular multi-chapter:  I believe probably The Otter and the Firefighter.   

Favourite story you’ve written so far: I think it would have to be The Otter and the Firefighter because it was my first completed fic. Besides, thanks to that fic I made amazing friends.    

Fic you were nervous to post: Ghost of You, because I was talking about suicide and that could trigger anyone or offend them too. I was lucky that no one took it personally and I got some nice reviews about it.     

How do you choose your titles?:  Hard work. It’s very rare that they just come to me, but I get inspiration in very weird ways so...yeah xD 

Do you outline?:  I do! For long stories at least. For things that I know are one-shots or small stories, I’ll probably won’t. And I have to thank you, boo, for teaching me to do it, I really didn’t know how before.    

Complete:  

La nutria y el bombero

Line

My Apple love

Pumpkin pie and Cheese buns

I’ll Stay

Memories

When life gives you lemons... 

What if...

Fourteen

Make it Real

Be (Bi?) Curious

Loved while asleep (series) 

In Progress:  

Two THG birthday promtps 

The otter and the firefighter 

Part of me

They say love is blind (series)

MewGulf Horror fest (series)

Barren love

Coming soon: Probably nothing too soon, but I have tons of ideas to develop xD

Do you accept prompts?:  Yes; however, I might take a long time to write it. It all depends on how the prompt speaks to me. I know that sounds weird, but I’ve written things in 2 hours and others in a month, so...yeah, I’m weird. 

Upcoming story you are most excited to write: The MewGulf CEO/Personal Assistant dynamics. I know it’s been done over and over again, but I’m sure I’m giving it a very different twist this time. I also have the Nanny fic for BoF. 

Upcoming story/stories you are most excited about:  To read?  I wouldn’t know, I don’t have much time to write, less to read, but I have to catch up on everything of SoE, definitely. There are so many talented authors out there. 

I don’t know who to nominate as I don’t know but Mandy...Whoever reads this and would like to participate, please do so. Oh! @mega-aulover, if you haven’t done it, I nominate you :D