#the rest of my thoughts is just a whole lot of [redacted] [redacted] [redacted]

[dirtyoldmanhole]

it kinda just hit me like a load of bricks how indescribably, textually horny the last few chapters of married-gunter!revelation are gonna be. :')

[todaviia]

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[apocalypse-shuffle]

BLACK NOIR | EARVING (the boys)

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“Promotion” (Black Noir x Fem!Reader)

| Being Black Noir’s new handler and him becoming obsessed with you since Mr. Edgar himself assigned you to him.

| SFW, vought employee!reader, (TW: Noir is kind of stalking the Reader, who’s uncomfortable but adapting mostly)

| 1k+ words

“You want me to…what?”

“Be Noir’s new personal handler.” He fans his hands out on the table with a shrug and gives you a disarming smile. “You’ll be expected to parlay direct mission instructions from me, accompany him to said missions and stay with the deployment team. I expect you to give written reports on his performance at the end of every day, active mission or not…”

Your eyes continue to widen as his barrage keeps going. This job would require you to be present for everything short of Noir wiping his ass and even then you’ll be outside the restroom.

Mr. Edgar finishes, gives you an expectant look, and you clear your throat.

“And, what if I don’t want the new position?”

“I don’t see why not.” He shrugs, “I mean unless you don’t think you’re good enough for the promotion. Then I suppose I’ll just have to tell Ashley her recommendation was for naught.”

You laugh.

“No no, that’s fine. There’s no need to tell her anything…” you gulp, watching the man just look back at you before taking a second more to inhale, “…ex-cept that her recommendation payed off.”

He tilts his head and it feels like his eyes are boring through your own, boiling your brain to mush. Your voice is small as you push the rest of your words out in one exhale.

“And that I’ll be starting my new position tomorrow. Sir.”

You stretch a smile across your face and hiss out a sigh of relief as that finally gets the man to respond.

He instantly reanimates, reaching atop his desk to hand you a secure black portfolio made from hard plastic.

“That’s great. I’m glad you decided to take on this new journey, Ms. L/n. May it serve you well. Have a good day.”

You don’t dare drop your smile as you take the offered portfolio and shove it under your arm.

“Right.” You take a moment to mourn the loss of your old job before nodding, “Thank you for the opportunity, Sir. You have a good day as well.”

The older man nods back at you, attention immediately gone back to his computer monitor afterward. You blow out air from your nose and then turn on your heels.

It’s not until you’ve left the board room that it hits you.

“Shit.”

The man had just played you. Goddamn Edgar and his resoluteness. Once he’d decided to “ask” you about the upgrade in position he never intended for it to be an actual request.

You rub your temple and head to the restroom. At least you had the rest of the hours in the day before tackling your new job.

You hunker down in the stall after peeing to look over the papers Mr. Edgar gave you. As you're skimming through a whole lot of shit marked “classified” or “redacted” you have the stray thought to be glad that Translucent’s creep ass wasn’t here to ogle you and be all in your business anymore.

Thank the higher power for small mercies, you suppose.

All the snippets of information you're gathering are kind of baffling. Legal name: Earving (of all things), biological male, six foot two, African-American (that’s fun; may be the reason he took such a liking to you too, not many black people made it to the top floors of Vought after all). You dog-ear a packet about some sort of imaginary animals he sees in his mind before looking over a page about a severe peanut allergy. Hmm.

By the end of the day you’ve nearly gotten all the way through Noir’s portfolio, and you’ve also worked up an itch to get out of your skin that means you’re not working overtime worth a goddamn.

At six o’clock on the dot all of your crap is already quite thoroughly packed, your former workspace - barren thing that it already was due to regulations - was cleaned out and ready for the next poor soul, and you’re in the elevator heading for the sub-level garage.

Dead stare locked onto the floor numbers you become acutely aware of the bags weighing your eyes down.

“Fuck,” you sigh.

Black Noir's Personal Handler.

Despite Mr. Edgar’s clear efforts it was more than a little known open secret that personal handlers rarely got to retire. Madelyn Stillwell’s death might’ve been something none of you dared discuss for fear of either Edgar or - heaven forbid - Homelander catching wind and putting you back in your place, but it was a pattern of the job that you all were well aware of.

Though you’d take Mr. Edgar’s culling over whatever Homelander could possibly come up with.

Something about his blonde, blue-eyed, ass didn’t sit right with your spirit.

Far as PR and wrangling went though, short of maybe Starlight, any wrinkles Black Noir managed to make would be the easiest to smooth out.

Plus, even with you and Noir having some form of a pre-established relationship it was in no way dependent or built upon you being Noir’s emotional epicenter like Madelyn and Homelander’s weird…dynamic was.

You had seen and heard far too much in your years working for Vought to think for a second that there wasn’t something dark and twisted going on with The Seven, but Noir still seemed mellow in comparison to the rest and their constant ego trips and dick measuring.

You had zero clue how letting the fully covered man teach you a few notes to a song at the Christmas party when everyone was drunk off eggnog and watered down booze and sitting with him when he was crying on the floor once led you to this.

Sure the silent man and you had somewhat hit it off - so far as you were one of the few non-supers he didn’t intimidate or just flat out ignore - but to be made so intimately in charge of him seemed like a bit much.

Noir had seemed endlessly patient with you as he played for you and then eventually decided he’d teach you how to play the piano yourself, the sides of your bodies’ shifting incrementally until you were pressed flush to one another in both of yous concentration, so you could really only hope he kept that same levelness with you as his handler.

You bank the corner, work bag and portfolio on the same arm, and fish out your keys so you can unlock your trunk and shove your shit inside.

Hope truly was the name of the game here unfortunately. You could only hope Noir kept up his “good” streak, and that that streak wasn’t just a farce that you were now in charge of covering up. Hope that he didn’t end up getting angry or reckless and making you one of those *redacted* cases with a ‘cause of death, unknown’ attached to your name, because you could do nothing to stop him if he wanted to kill you.

Shiver racking up your spine and turning your blood to static, you snap your trunk closed, turning to leave when—

“—Fucking Christ!”

Eyes gone wide and spit having nearly choked you from your sharp inhalation before your exclamation, you do your best to appear composed as Black Noir himself steps out from a conclave of shadows to stand in front of you.

The Devil, you find yourself thinking. Had he been following you this whole time?

For his part Noir doesn’t move aside from cocking his head to the side.

Steadily, you force calmness onto yourself. Ignoring that your voice is too high when you call his name.

“Black Noir,” you say, trying to seep the professionalism back into your tone while smoothing down the creases in your pantsuit, “surprised to see you here. What can I do for you?”

The smile you offer him feels wonky even as you command the muscles up, but it’s the best you can do with your heart hammering against your chest as if it wants to run off and leave you behind.

For a couple more beats the man doesn’t do more than size you up presumably before finally - as you were weighing the pros and cons of just getting in your car despite his presence - raising a hand to point at your trunk.

You catch on to his meaning fairly quickly, your smile dropping to something more natural whilst you huff a tiny laugh.

“Oh yeah, guess Mr. Edgar must’ve told you. I’m your new handler - you know, if you had one before that is. I don’t…actually know…” you trail off, shifting on your heels when Noir only continues to keep his stillness.

“Mhm,” you mutter, rocking backwards, just staring until finally Noir shifts and there’s suddenly a pad and pen in his hand.

He flips casually to a clear page before starting to write and you’re fairly sure this is the first time he’s ever actually ‘talked’ to you.

Huh.

Not long after does the pad get flipped over and brandished to you. You click your teeth together.

‘Edgar says you’ll do good,’ he scribbles, writing absolute chicken scratch and letters far too large on the medium sized pages, before flipping the pad back to himself and writing some more.

‘Believe in you!’ and a whole bunch of smiley faces is what meets you once he lets you see.

You blink. Noir puts the pad back wherever he had it initially to give you two thumbs up.

You muster a slightly bigger half smile for his efforts.

“Thanks Noir,” you say, words more sincere than you’d been expecting.

A nod and an eternity more of silence and staring is what he gives you in response.

You’re getting ready to shift, to awkwardly relay that you’d like to be getting home soon, when Noir stiffens suddenly - and isn’t that startling, a man so tall and so strapped with sharp explosive deadly things going so alert like that - head tilting like he’s listening for something.

A few seconds go by like that where he doesn’t do anything else and you fight to keep yourself still, smile gone and part of your lip caught firmly between your teeth.

Then Noir’s giving you a nod and leaving just as silently and unseenly as he had come.

You wait another two-three beats before scrambling into your car. The sound of your lock engaging sounds like salvation and the steering wheel feels like a lifeline as you grip it with stiff nearly foreign fingers.

God.

You force a deep breath into your lungs, make sure it comes out more steadily than it came in.

At least Mr. Edgar didn’t dump you onto Homelander’s lap. Something in you shrivels up and dies at the mere prospect. You nod, your hands flexing on the steering wheel.

This was definitely better.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

This is a semi companion story to “Pandora’s Melody” if you’d like to check that one out as well.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for setting a boundary on a Minecraft server that I didn’t want to interact with one of the admins after he quit my partner’s dnd campaign?

I (20, nonbinary) was on a lgbtq+ discord and had become friends with a trans guy (henceforth referred to as A) who was a minor. This was easy to forget as he made raunchy jokes, got drunk and high on call, and I have horrible memory issues (so I often opt to just remember people’s names and topics I should avoid around them via making little notes.)

We would very often end up in a vc together with others from the server, including our respective partners, chilling, playing games, sharing fun things we found. (His partner will henceforth be referred to as B, and mine as C) (I had known his partner before from another server and was happy to see them getting along then eventually getting together)

(C especially would always give advice like “if you’re drinking, make sure to eat/get some carbs, drinking on an empty stomach is bad!” Because they love researching medical effects to make their writing and worldbuilding feel more realistic)

There were a handful of incidents where I believe I was the asshole

I loved showing off games and musicals to people, and this has the unfortunate effect of sometimes unintentionally saying words that anger people.

Incident 1) I was playing a game and mindlessly saying location names- and I got a dm- I pause to glance at it- and I got a message saying “hey remember [redacted] is A’s deadname and he’s uncomfortable that you keep saying it”. I pause, make a mental note of “but. It. Wasn’t directed at him?” Then continue playing, dodging saying the name for the rest of my time showing the game.

Incident 2) I was showing off a musical I like- and there’s a cute scene where a character suggests a name for another character, saying that they don’t need it anymore, and it just so happened to be A’s deadname again.

Incident 3) I was playing Sea of Thieves solo- and struggling. I’d been hit by lightning, and now was being attacked by a shark. A and B were making fun of the fact I had slipped into an accent out of sheer panic so I (enraged and not thinking at all) said “I’ll name the damn shark after you, fillet and gut it!” (A really likes sharks. I also like sharks but apparently not as much as him)

(I apologized for this on call later, saying that I was emotional and mad, and if I’d been thinking I wouldn’t have said that. I also apologized for the previous incident about the deadname)

A and B had also joined C’s dnd campaign alongside another one of our mutual friends, D (who did not leave the campaign, but that’s not important right now). I have reason to believe C told the others they couldn’t be either of the two classes I said my character thought they were, but I don’t know. Things went great (or so I thought) we got some plot trails (one connected to the race of my character, one being D’s character’s family) and everything seemed fine- A was flirting with a lot of the enemies and NPCS (C found the character arts via google images and unfortunately ‘attractive’ seems to be a main character design commonality)

Then one day, I woke up to check the campaign discord because of a ping and noticed both A and B had left the server and there was no new messages- confused, I hopped into call with C- who explained that A had dropped a long list of accusations about Myself and C, essentially insulting us and accusing us of things like ‘sending NSFW things to kids’, ‘acting like the victim’, ‘naming a character A’s deadname’, ‘DM favouritism’, and a whole bunch of other things. I was- shocked.

(A also apparently messaged D and said something like “sorry for ending the campaign like that, if you want to use your character you can always write with me!” And got angry when D said they didn’t leave the campaign.)

(C is also a generally sex-repulsed Asexual. They were forcing themself to become more comfortable with it because of A’s raunchy jokes)

This was followed by some harassment from A and B.

A tried publicly calling out C on social media (which C had only used to make a single post sharing something they had made for someone’s art/design) for “sending nsfw things to minors” and on another platform for “being a fake ass bitch”, as well as both of them heckling a new haircut I’d been nervous but excited to try and get for years and just figured out how to ask for (responses such as “omg no ew why would you do that”), as well as A saying “no I don’t” a picture I shared of C and I going to see a musical together with the caption “you wish you were here!” (All were shared and reacted to publicly on the discord server)

(To be fair about the haircut- the stylist had cut part of it a little too short and it made my face look especially chubby)

This is where I start to feel less like the asshole

So I went on the discord for the Minecraft server and said “hey, I don’t feel comfortable interacting with A after the allegations they’ve been making”. A immediately got defensive and angry about me saying “allegations” and kicked me from the discord before I could defend myself (and C).

I explained the situation to the admin of the server we’d met on, who also owned the Minecraft server, and apologized to them that they had to moderate. Both A and I lost our mod privileges on the discord, and I also found out A had been given multiple “cease and desist”s for… saying/sharing vulgar/nearly nsfw things on the discord before. And they did it again. The reason they were never banned or kicked was that the admin had made it in hopes that A would make friends.

Now. To a part that still horrifies me.

A legitimately found out C’s mom’s number, and called her to insist that C sent NSFW things to minors. (C suspects that they got it from a time C called the police out of genuine concern for A who hadn’t responded to any messages in around a day)

C also told me that the most they had sent A was like. Attractive anime guys from the first page of google images because C really liked big anime man chests. A apparently sent C full on p*rn once.

The problem is- I feel like I was the asshole- even though most of the “incidents” were accidents because I try to not remember someone’s deadname because- it’s? Not their name anymore? And it didn’t help that I genuinely do not remember being told it was their deadname until after incident 1.

Was I the Asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[cowgurrrl]

Yo Gotti

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: MOM JUNE’S BEING UNHINGED ON THE INTERNET AGAIN

Summary: You and Joel read thirst tweets together. Chaos ensues. [1.2k]

Warnings: internet speak, pregnancy, Joel Miller being a Wife Guy

"Hi, I'm Joel Miller," Joel says into one of the Buzzfeed cameras, and you smile as you introduce yourself. "And we are going to readin’ thirst trap tweets today. Both for ourselves and for us as a couple."

"It's gonna be weird," you laugh. "I wanted to do the puppy video, but Joel said no."

"If you weren't pregnant, we could do the puppy video." He says, resting a protective hand on your stomach. You're only twenty-one weeks, but you're way bigger than you were at this point with Sam which makes sense, considering there are two babies instead of one. Still, Joel has been overprotective, bordering on overbearing, as your pregnancy progresses, but you know it's because he loves you so much. Besides, the extra attention is kinda nice. The producer walks over with a bucket full of slips of paper, and Joel lets you choose the first one.

"The way I would let her redacted my redacted redacted," you laugh, and Joel peeks over your shoulder to see just how many 'redacted's there are, and he laughs too. "This is a pretty good one to start with." Joel picks one and immediately furrows his brows, mumbling the words under his breath.

"I don't think I get this one," he admits, and you laugh as you read it. It's a picture of his side profile from one of his music videos, the tweet reading, "What Doja Cat said." "How is that even dirty?" He asks, looking to you for an answer, and you take a deep breath to try and keep a straight face.

"Do you not know what they're talking about?"

"No," he says, and you laugh as you point at the camera.

"If your name is Sarah or Ellie Miller, click off this video now," you say before returning to him. "Doja Cat is a rapper, and she-"

"I know who Doja Cat is."

"Okay, sorry," you roll your eyes dramatically. "Anyways, she said in an interview once that she liked big noses because you can sit on them," you and Joel laugh loudly, a blush creeping up his neck, and you shake your head. "These are fucking unhinged. I love them."

Much of the interview goes that way, you read a few, and then Joel reads a few, and you laugh at them together. Joel doesn't understand a lot of the internet speak, which results in you having to explain it to him in terms he'll understand. You never thought you'd have to explain to your husband what the fuck someone means when they say he put his whole "Joelussy" into his most recent album, Between Oceans. One of them, in particular, makes you raise your eyebrows at him as you hide the paper from him.

"Are you ready for this one?" You ask.

"I don't know. Am I?"

"Say what you want about parasocial relationships, but Joel Miller being crowned Sexiest Man Alive and then him and his wife announcing they're pregnant with twins three months later is so important to me." You read, and he shrugs.

"Those two things are not related."

"Yes, they are." You say, and Joel gives you a look.

"No, they aren't." He doubles down, and you glance between him and the cameras. You bite back a comment about being pretty sure of when he impregnated you once again.

"Are you being serious right now?" You ask instead, and he laughs.

"There's no way!"

"Joel," you say, looking at him seriously like you're trying to transport your thoughts into his head, but he just stares at you. You laugh as you lean in, covering your mic, and whisper in his ear about the night of his cover reveal party back in November.

"Oh!" He yells, suddenly connecting the dots. "Okay, yeah. Those two things are related."

"Thanks, People Magazine!" You laugh as Joel suddenly sits up and points at the camera.

"Hey, if I never get awarded World's Sexiest Man Alive ever again, that's totally fine! No more!" He waves his arms in an X position, and you copy him.

"Yes, he's done! We're done!"

"Was this pregnancy a surprise?" The producer asks, and you rest a hand on your stomach out of habit.

"I mean…" you trail off, looking at Joel. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Sure, we can talk about it."

"We were talking about having one more baby, but we weren't going to plan anything, so we just kinda left it up to chance and…"

"We thought four was a good number." Joel finishes for you, and you nod.

"And hey, guess what's a better number than four?"

"Five," you and Joel say in unison.

"Do you know if you're having fraternal or identical twins?" The producer asks, and Joel looks at you to see if you want to answer.

"They're identical." You say, running a hand over the expanse of your belly, and all the people on set clap. You smile and thank them before diving into the rest of the thirst tweets.

"Well, that was…" Joel tries to find the words as you get to the bottom of the bucket. "Certainly somethin'."

"Joel is famously oblivious to how handsome he is, so I'm glad we could force him to see just how many people, besides me, think he's cute."

"They thought I was more than cute," Joel says, smirking and leaning back in his chair. "What was it that one person said about my nose?"

"Okay, you're done!"

"No, I seriously don't remember. Can you remind me?" You immediately recognize the flirty tone in his voice and playfully shove his face away from you so you can hide the blush on your cheeks. "Do y'all see how she treats me?" Joel laments, and you laugh.

"Oh, you're obviously very neglected."

"I'm just sayin' what the audience is clearly thinkin'," he shrugs. "We should kiss just to put their minds at ease."

"You're worried about the audience's minds now?" You ask, and he hums, already leaning in. You give him a look but kiss him anyways. Six years of marriage and three kids later, and he still makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. You sign off by promoting each of your newest projects and thanking Buzzfeed for the opportunity.

"Do you think more celebrity couples should read thirst tweets together?" The producer asks.

"I don't know if there are any celebrity couples that are as cool as we are," Joel says before you can say anything, and you laugh.

"That's true. We are pretty cool though our kids might disagree."

"They're pretty cool, too," Joel says, and you nod. With that, you wrap and thank the crew for everything.

The day the video goes up, it goes viral with people screaming about Joel's reactions, your laughs, and the People Magazine story. But the thing that they get the most excited about is seeing you two interact. You see one post that says, "This video might as well be called Joel Miller being in love with his wife for six minutes straight," with a picture of you two kissing attached. Joel, never one to shy away from a challenge, posts one of the first pictures of you and him not taken by paparazzi but by him. You're at the beach with your back to his chest, resting between his legs as you two sit in the sand, and his lips are pressed to your temple. In the caption, he writes, "In love with you then. In love with you today. In love with you tomorrow."

Instagram breaks within the hour.

[cult-of-the-eye]

(TW brief allusion to car crashes, monster horror)

Statement of Chitra Kulkarni, regarding the view out of her bedroom window. Originally given 27th May 2008, recorded 31st March 2024, by [REDACTED], Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, Manchester.

Statement begins. 

I don’t know what you want me to say, ok? I was literally just looking out my window and something seemed weird and now for some fucking reason, I’m here. No, I’m not gonna calm down, I don’t even want to be here in the first place. Jesus christ. [sounds of slumping in chair]

[unintelligible] 

Fine. I guess. I can start somewhere.

I.. am not the biggest fan of my room. It’s not like I’ve had many horrific experiences in there, just a lot of shouting and mental breakdowns. But yeah. Lately, I put a lot of energy into making my room…palatable, I guess. Fairy lights and the whole shit. As much as I hate to admit that it worked, it did. Little twinkly fuckers around my room kicked the brain chemicals into working. I guess. Anway, um, in the spirit of mental health, I got into a habit, of sorts. Every night, I would climb onto my washing basket, stretch open the window and reach my head out into the night air. I felt clean, in that cold water on a winter morning way. I felt like god, in that absolute sense of detachment from those below. I wasn’t the person at their door, metallic with alcohol and metal keys and nor would I ever be them. The air was sweet, sugar granules on a milky night sky and I would breathe, deep. Even on the days when all I could think about was the screech of cars and ambulance sirens, I looked down on my little world of street lamps and pavements drenched in darkness like biscuits in tea. Until one day, I saw something. 

It began as a flicker. At first, I thought it was the reflection of my fairy lights in the open window. Ha. I just. It looked like just some guy, in a hoodie and jeans and I remember thinking I had similar jeans, in a surreal calmness. But he had a stiffness to him as if he was being held up by a dissociative puppeteer. It could’ve been a million things, maybe he was just some weird guy, having a moment. And then it turned to me. I finally caught a glimpse of his face. It was split into a painful smile, filled to the brim of layers and layers of baby teeth. They didn’t look like they belonged to him. I reached into myself for a scream but found nothing but blind terror. Whatever peace I found in that night sky, was shattered by the knowledge that I was not alone. I was not separate, nor clean. Not when he was looking at me with those sinkhole eyes that never seemed to end, taking over the sky in its entirety.

I don’t know when I stopped looking. I don’t really think I had a choice. I remember the sun glistening through the clouds, reintroducing the rest of my body to my aching eyes. I remember the soreness of my joints and the phone call I immediately made to my boss to take a sick day. I know you might think it’s some kind of hallucination or drug trip and I don’t know how to prove it to you other than coming here and explaining it to you, but i just can’t afford to not be believed,

I see him every time I close my eyes, [REDACTED]. I haven’t slept in days, please, could you please make it stop- i’m begging you PLEASE PLEASE MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT-

Statement ends. 

I think I might, um, I think…I’m going to go get some air. Yeah.

[click]

[silky-silks]

The Trees

(Im going to respond to my ask soon guys after March 11)

The run for Mario is coming to a close everybody! And as much as I want to continue sadly Mario day is where the finale is revealed. But Im having tons of fun with this, and i have learned a lot of things in theese short span of few days. A part of me wish I knew of Mario day earlier, but enough of my lamenting. Back to story time.

Anger

Uncertain if Nina is truly dead or not, Silky tries to comfort and give everyone hope as Nina might actually be alive. Silky however had no idea just how enrages Eric could get. She turns and see's the blinding rage on Eric's face. She freezes as his glare looks...so similar to someone else she known. (And it's not Bob). She does not know what to do, doesn't even know what to say as for countless times even therapist can soothe his pain. So she sits very still, and hushes everyone in the room (Silky is no expert at this, so take her response to how in Puss in Boots: The last Wish when Perro helped Puss during a panic attack. ) She stays at the calmest expression she can until eventually Eric is able to get pass the anger faze.

Eventually the air does become a bit calm, and Silky hesitates to hold Eric close to her soft fur, she is grateful he doesnt yank it off. But not that it matters, her fur is not important: Eric is. Her extreme fluff drowns out the sound of the room, as it was all so incredibly "loud" earlier.

At this Time, Patches is trying to process the news and find something to help Bob with, but everything falls apart when Mono hurries out of the observatory. King Boo yells for her to come back but Patches is already at her trail.

The Black Hole

(idea from @22a-girl-from-galaxy22, and it's amazing)

Somehow and in someway, Mono finds a black hole and jumps into it. This is dangerous, incredibly dangerous but by sheer luck she makes it to the other side. Hell Valley, and Patches it as her side.

There they find Nina in a cell, and are overjoyed to know she is alive. But just like Eric, Mono probably should have thought of the escape plan. Nina however is depserate know if her family is okay and is relieved to know Bob and are safe. But hearing of Eric's breakdown broke her heart. However this little reunion is about to end as.....{REDACTED} shows up with a bit of a cosmic drip.

_it's Ducifer....Mono readies her weapon but they are surronded.

(To be continued tomorrow as soon as possible or probably at midnight)

Whew okay we almost there guys! Man I'm going to miss this little series a bit, but I'm resting after all of this haha..

But some notes yes, Ducifer is the bad guy because everybody loves Ducifer! (Did I say that right?) Hopefully he is able to survive the wrath of Silky when she gets there.

Nina originally was going to look petrified but i made her angry. Already having met this dude some time ago, and now seeing him back with him trying to kill mono, herself, patches, and is the main cause for all of this pain fuels her with anger.

I dont know much about PTSD so i had to tread very lightly with it as i did not want to end up making something very offensive. Hence why i reframed from Silky doing a whole "Oh let me hug and talk to you" as I know in some cases, talking and hugging can be one terrible thing for some folks.

And finally Patches is horrified of Hell Valley trees. I mean look at those things, if her friends were there they would be fighting like hell cats. Anyway, im going to eat some food, and prepare for the finale!

Patches Bashful belongs to @eve-pie

Eric Velseb @night-light-artz

Mono and Ducifer @22a-girl-from-galaxy22

[mount-and-do-blahaj-blast]

NOBLE Team headcanons and other things I rotate in my mind

from the top:

The Team as a whole

holy shit did a lot of them die

like, until the final roster got locked in, NOBLEs three, four, and five would constantly drop like flies.

the final roster in question is also entirely made up of human cockroaches

it's basically already spelled out that NOBLE is a joint-ops team on loan from the Navy to the Army, but I like to think that their distance from ONI and the rest of the SPARTANs gives them a bit of street cred amongst the Shock Infantry battalions

NOBLE One, Commander Carter-A259

Carter was definitely the first person chosen to "be on" NOBLE Team, but he's not exactly the first member, if that makes any sense. does that make sense?

speaks with a Dutch accent because his homeworld was colonized by South Africans

He's a father figure to some of the others. In another life, he'd be wearing a 'Kiss the Cook' apron and would simply stay at home to take care of the kids while his high-powered girlboss wife goes to work

If he wasn't a SPARTAN, He'd probably still join the armed forces. I can see him as a high ranking non-com officer. maybe an ODST.

His rank!! So, in the UNSC command structure, a Commander usually has authority over a small line warship (usually a frigate). Not only that, but SPARTAN authority usually trumps that of most officers of the same rank. in summary, Carter's definitely pulled rank in order to commandeer a frigate at some point in his career. probably at Kat's request.

Runs the hottest body temp somehow

NOBLE Two, Lieutenant Commander Catherine-B320 "Kat"

She's the real first member of the team.

She absolutely got put there by Ackerson so Carter could keep her out of trouble and stop her from breaching his computer.

It did not work

Speaking of, she and Carter HATED each other for the first few months. I know this, it was revealed to me

They ended up getting fucking shitfaced together after a mission and talked all about their feelings and emotions so now she and Carter pretty much move in synch. they are drift compatible

She can hold her alcohol a lot better than he can though lmao

best at opening locked doors (hacking)

Kat is, most ironically, ambidextrous

She'd FOR SURE be an ODST if she wasn't a SPARTAN. She's too much of a high-powered girlboss to do anything remotely normal

NOBLE Three, Warrant Officer Jun-A266

somehow more catlike than the team member literally named that

likes to lay down on sunny rocks :)

also can't handle liquor for shit

best at opening locked doors (lockpicking)

would not be in the armed forces. he'd be some rich heiress' boytoy in the inner colonies.

...dare I say babygirl?

NOBLE Four (1), Warrant Officer Emile-A239

the only member not technically reassigned to the unit

they found him by pure coincidence half-dead, surrounded by corpses

Jun immediately pack-bonded with him

he's surprisingly kind of normal, actually. he just thinks skulls look cool

second physically strongest member of the team behind Jorge

best at opening locked doors (kicking them off their hinges)

sure, he could be a phenomenal ODST, but to be honest I think this guy would be a crewman on some support vessel in the Navy, maybe.

NOBLE Five, Chief Warrant Officer Jorge-052

second to last member of the final roster.

everyone else on the team initially thought that he'd been transferred in to replace Carter

not quite a father figure. More of an uncle, but not biologically - like it's mom's college friend but he still gets the title

went clean shaven randomly one time and gave Kat a heart attack

god could this man make a fucking stew

he'd probably work in a refugee assistance organization if he wasn't a SPARTAN.

NOBLE Six (1), Warrant Officer Thom-A293

not part of the original team, but got transferred like six months in

very cheerful guy

A bit of a yapper

friends with all sorts of animals but Carter doesn't let him keep any :(

if not a SPARTAN, he'd be a cartoonist

NOBLE Six (2), Lieutenant [REDACTED]-B312

if NOBLE Team is a found family, Six is the dog

Has a UNICOM rank instead of a NAVCOM rank specifically because Ackerson didn't want any oversight in Six's operations (also because bungie forgor)

Probably knows Halsey is Miranda Keyes' mom, or at least would if not for forgetting it.

kind of a dumbass because who needs to know shit if your job is killing people and blowing shit up???

[slushiepizza]

hi slushie (my redacted blog is cashandprizes in case this helps)! saw your post about work stuff and idk if any of this will help but just some ideas. for context i will say I'm also in school and working part time at an office job and can definitely struggle somedays to stay on task!

Category 1: skills/techniques

Organize your stuff - but not how other people tell you, in a way that works for your brain. So many people will tell you to get a planner and if regular journaling/writing doesn't work for you, this probably won't. I will say I make a google calendar for each class and put assignments and reminders in before the semester starts from the syllabus. As for work stuff, honestly I have my basic tasks that I'm always doing and the rest I get five million messages about in the work group chat. But this might not work for your brain! Maybe you're a sticky note person, or maybe you like phone reminders. Maybe you need fun notepads like this. You know your brain best.

Figure out the optimal background noise configuration to make your brain work. Some people put on music, others put on podcasts, some people listen to nature sounds, some people need complete silence (noise-canceling headphones are great for this). If you know you've been most productive in school libraries or coffee shops, find that ambience and play it. I always recommend mynoise because it really helped me during the pandemic and there's so many noise machines (nature sounds, public spaces where people "talk", ambiance, music, etc.) - I find the brain "hacking" (binural beats) are adjustable enough to keep me focused without being too anxious and can be hidden under music. But there's always youtube asmr or lofigirl or any number of other things - again, you're your own best expert

Timing. I'm a major pomodoro fan, because I find the work-break-work-break-work-long break system really helpful for not just keeping me on task but reminding me to get up and stretch. pomfocus allows you to modify the timers and I like it a lot, but you can also use a phone timer. what's useful for me is knowing that there's a set time limit - all things end, and I can keep trying and being unsuccessful but at least i did it for that whole time. idk, works for me, maybe it will work for you. or not, that's okay too!

Reward system. the rewards might be the most important part (might just be me). sometimes motivation is getting to the reward, sometimes it's being done, and if it's getting to the reward you gotta have a fun reward. I have set things to be my rewards that I enjoy (playing five minutes of a phone game, watching a video, scrolling down tumblr) like I made a playlist of shorts and short videos on youtube to watch during breaks. That and stretching out my body helps a lot and reminds me to stay focused when I am working.

Good snacks. I had a professor in undergrad tell me "if you're going to have a meeting with yourself you need a good snack" and she was wrong about a lot of things but not that. sometimes having an easy and yummy snack food and a yummy drink makes the difference when you're working.

Figure out what distracts you and plan for it. the thing is you can't eliminate every distraction, right? but if you plan for how to handle them, that can help. so first figure out what gets you distracted (silent enough to hear your thoughts, hearing other conversations, being cold/hot, uncomfortable chair, etc.) and see if you can manage that or plan for it. for example my office is freezing in the summer and sweltering in the winter, so I dress in layers and keep a snuggie in my desk when I'm on campus because if I don't i will spend all day complaining about the temperature and not working. do i look ridiculous in the snuggie, sure, but i wasn't shivering and got my stuff done.

Category 2: support systems

accountability buddies. if you have friends or coworkers or whoever that you can be like "ok. i am going to do this. if you see me on discord/tumblr please fist fight me" that is so helpful. sometimes when I'm working remotely I will sit in discord vcs to parallel play because I know it keeps me accountable for doing my work. if you can find or make something like that happen, it might help you stay on task or keep you motivated?

friends/supports in general. sometimes it's really nice to just talk about how you're struggling. they can't always fix it, but it can be nice to just be heard and validated. also, if you have coworkers, they might have had similar experiences or you might all be struggling, which could be an indicator that you are not The Drama

talking with supervisors/advisors/etc. definitely daunting, but sometimes talking to supervisors can be helpful - or it can suck. try to figure out their vibes and ask other coworkers first. you might also be able to get resources from your advisor, trusted professors, campus resources, etc. that are worth investigating.

i'll keep it short, but i always feel obligated to ask if you've considered therapy - it's because i'm in therapy school and this is my life sorry. it's not for everyone, but some people find it useful.

wow jesus sorry this was so long. i hope maybe any of this was helpful??? i am sorry you are struggling and i hope you have some good outlets to work through it and some solid friends. i hope things improve!!! wishing you the best (also i love your art not totally related but we praise your art constantly in the discord)

Hi, Lexi. Thank you so much for giving such a detailed explanation omg :")) it definitely helps a lot and it gives me peace of mind to have actionable steps like you've given me, I will try to apply them and hopefully they can help me get back on my feet again. And thank you for the kind words, and for always supporting my art; your kindness gives me the strength to keep doing what I do ^^ To everyone else, I hope these tips can be of use to you too!!

[rizaposting]

i thought you reblogged the ask game from me but i can't find it anymore! no need to answer if you don't want to play anymore but if u get a second to get around to it, i am actually to hear your answers for royai if u wanna give them!! and also. any other riza ships if u have them.

Waahhh I got embarrassed and deleted it because I thought no one wanted to play with me SAJKNDJKSAFKSKABFSA but i'll use any excuse to talk about my el wiwis!!! Thank you!!!

What made you ship it (royai)?

I first started when I watched FMA03, so while we didn't know just how entwined their backstory is back then, and even in 03 where their dynamic is different than in mangahood, you still got the sense that they knew each other better than anyone else in ways the audience wasn't privy to. They just had chemistry!

What are your favorite things about it?

I love the entanglement and the shared tragic past and the devotion to each other. I love that you can get whatever you want out of it: Are the childhood lovers? Are they in a secret relationship through the whole canon? Do they spend their whole lives pining and never get what they want? Do they make out in the hospital after the Promised Day? I could write the same premise 6 times 6 different ways.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I have so many, probably, LMAO. There's a lot of popular headcanons that are often treated as "canon" that I don't really care for. One weird-but-big thing for me is like... I don't know what it is about royai, but for some reason if you mess around with almost any aspect of their lives/dynamic I almost always immediately care about them significantly less. Roleswaps or genderbends or AUs that drastically change their dynamic or setting don't usually do it for me...? I'm not like this with other ships either it's SO WEIRD

AS FOR OTHER RIZA SHIPS.... Riza/Any tbh. I love her so much and I think all the other characters do, too. Though whoever else she's with has to accept that she and Roy are still incredibly important to each other. It doesn't even have to be romantic but any Riza/other or Roy/other ship that DOESN'T take into account their deep relationship is just... No thanks. Bad, even.

Recently I've been big on Team Mustang Riza Harem. Riza and Roy are dating and the rest of the team are just casually involved with Riza specifically and it's so Riza gets 1000 kisses a day and [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] by all of them :]

[zeenimf]

Phei of the Wind | Update

Hej everyone! As promised earlier this week I wanted to post a general update regarding my darling dearest Phei of the Wind. As noted I recently passed the 50% mark of the story in this draft! I've separated the story into four acts, and the first and second one have been completed. So far it's 55359 words spread out over fifteen chapters, which feels fitting for the 100k goal I set out to reach.

The third draft is very different from the previous one. The first thing is that the second draft ended at an important plot point where a sequel would tell the rest of the story. That has been changed, however, as I added a whole lot to the end of the story in order to tell it in just one book. The other bigger change is that Phei is a lot more knowledgeable about her role as a Sage, even if she has only been trained while she was a child. This allows the spirit / sage part of the story to roll out more quickly. This new dynamic, especially with Aspen's general anti-magic stance are interesting to write, and it allows Phei to connect more quickly with spirits like Selia. Generally I'm feeling optimistic about this version of the story.

That said, having written so much of the story also feeds a lot into my insecurities. Once you have written something it is truly out there. A story in your head isn't a finished one, and thus isn't good or bad. But a written story? That is out there, and you are very tempted to attach some sort of value onto it. So then the regular evil thoughts pop in, thoughts that the story is terrible, that my writing is terrible, and that it will never convey the emotions I need it to. It doesn't help with the loneliness that writing can bring, but I'll keep writing, don't worry about that! This story is going to be told, kicking and screaming if I have to. You can decide if I am talking about me or the story with that one~

There are still a lot of things I am changing even though I've made a proper outline. I have like twenty different things scribbled at the bottom of the doc that I will have to include later. I've also moved around some scenes near the middle part just to pace everything a bit better, which sadly comes at the cost of delaying Phei's meeting with [redacted], but since they technically are a character that has been introduced in chapter four already, it will have to do. That said, I am on pace to reach 75k words before I go back home to the Netherlands, so I'll keep working hard! I'll leave you with a little snippet from the last part of chapter fifteen, where Lyra offer Phei a choice: Help her out and receive passage east, or leave with no method of crossing the ocean that separates Phei and her destination.

Much love Katrielle~

-x-

“If you do manage to seal those rifts as you call them we would be most grateful. Having our villages back would be a lifesaver, even if only for the resources we could gather and to give everyone a spark of hope. Which brings me to my next point, what do you want? Why are you here? What are you looking for?” “I am only travelling through Dalen to go further east.” Lyra’s eyes narrow, the wasteland east beyond Dalen just that, a wasteland. “And how do you intend to cross the water separating those two?” That is not something Phei has paid attention to. She has seen the water on the map, but it had been so far away it didn’t seem necessary to plan for. “I can arrange passage, if that is what you want. If you promise to help us.” “I don’t have time to go around Dalen closing rifts, if that is what you are asking of me. I just can't.” Lyra shrugs, the issue of time not something she concerns herself with. “If you can clear the rift, we can continue to discuss things. Or if you wish to leave to try your luck at the coast you are free to do so, although I’ve heard the ferry services in Sundrop have closed down due to a lack of tourists these days.” Phei bites her lip, feeling her muscles tensing, her spirit growing wild. The sound of nails scraping into wood catches her attention, as she finds her own claws digging into the chair she's sitting on. She jumps up, the chair falling back onto the ground with a loud thump causing her to flinch.

-x-

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[thelittlepingu]

⋞ A Hero and their Weapon. }] く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

Splatoon Manga/Coroika x Isekai? Reader

⋞ enjoying your new life!!

16-Jan-2024 <-!!

[{ Thank you for enjoying the first chapter, I noticed there's a little misspelling as for 'hire' and 'here', eventually i Will learned my lesson and make better things with it,but still thank you for reading it it's bring me a smile.and it's a Lots of fun making this than I thought!! }]

The Fallacy has spoken: it is just so nice to see you again dear familiar

[{Reader will be called [{Redacted}]/Familiar in this and Will be using They/Them pronounce just for Everyone to enjoy in every Page,this will keep going in the future page}]

<<Chapter 1.5 [{you here}] <- [{previous chapter}] Chapter 2 ->

To be honest.. what chapter is this?.. it's still 1?.. then it's still Rider.. Probably now their team is already fighting.. uhhggg god dammit, you really wanted to watch their show who knows you can learn while watching their show ahhhgg dammit dammit..

. . .

Wait.. wait a minute.. you still can, it's a Corocoro cup tournament, every once a year there's going to be a tournament, whoever is Number one on Turf war is a Champion or you can say getting the cup.. and if many inkling join the tournament that's mean there's going to be some kind of live video eventually you know who there's too.. of course it's the one and only the Emperor.

Hm.. maybe that's why he get name like Arrogant air by Crusty Sean or everybody name him an Arrogant air... who kidding, he really is.. but in the end he got better.. but then nerf.. and then he start being a fast food worker... He must be bawling out his eyes in his room from losing to a C- inkling, okay that's funny and very true reaction

You. Pretty much like the Emperor but you don't want to be like that Arrogant inkling, you just have the trait of a Good confidence.. And you are already getting into Rank X in Splatoon 2, you are proud of yourself nonetheless, but like getting your ass kick by C- is damn so much denial because what the hell..

Okay enough, you then let yourself enter the Test Range.. you look for a spot to sit and watch the live.. after taking a spot to sit, of course taking the phone to watch the live..

. . .

Oh.. oh how cool, it was better from the Manga, you never know this is going to be intense.. those move and those weapons the Dynamo Weapon.. it looks really heavy.. to be honest you remember in Sheldon store it's really bigger than you thought, admiring the ^Play^ it's really good and having slick move too..

You get up and stare at your weapon.. a glimpse of thought start go again and again

. . .

' how will you win.. '

A devil speak to itself yet you are not a devil nor a villain you just.. you, you just seek thriving goal.. such as this ^Turf War^.. you wanted the seeking challenge, you can't let yourself down for just such a little thing.. you just can't... You can't..

. . .

. . .

. . .

SPLAT!!

SPLAT!!

' hah.. hah .. Hah.. '

You took a look at your hand.. the look at the dummies

It hitting the dummies, the look of concern and sweat was building up to your face.. was it really necessary to be like this.. you felt sorry for what emotion you're feeling right now but you can't help it either.. but then again.. people have their right to be little selfish right?,gosh what are you thinking stop being like that, stop trying to make things look like it's great even it's literally bad, ..hah.. okay.. you giving it a shot, of course the practice what were you thinking.

You start to walk in front of the dummies.. not too far not too near then start to Aming the Shooter at the dummies

After a whole hour passed by and you are sweating.. but you do feel awesome, it's like having fun to yourself, you learn a move or two, you like it, even though it's just some Beginner weapon it's was fun.

You can't wait for your main weapon, it is going to be great. Such a great journey..

. . .

Hah.. you guess you can rest for a while who knows the next thing goggles will be losing to another inkling.. yeah he does really get his butt kick with Rider Dynamo it's little funny.

And.. after that they are going to face the Army team, they thought they were not going to face them in the second of the game, like they thought they didn't face Rider for the first round of the Game, oh how unlucky but even though they still manage to win, and idiotic blue still win even they face the S4 for a second time is shocking, then again he is the protagonist of this Manga even he lose to skull and wanting a rematch then he still win

' gosh is there another way.. '

And here you are remembering that, but it is nice to remember a little thing even if it's not necessary to do.. you are bored.. the next Match it's of course Goggles team And Army Team.. okay why do you say it's Goggles team, the leader is literally Glasses.. ah whatever..

But yeah it's going to be them, the next match is will take a while than you thought.. why not texting ^Cloak^ for something.. anything is okay since you are literally exhausted from training.. maybe talk about the S4..?

Familiar Has Text.. [\White Cloak\]

[\Familiar\]: Hey 'cloak' I'm taking a break from training, and I'm exhausted.. but I wanted to know more about the S4, any idea?

[\White Cloak\]: oh?.. interest about the S4 are you.. well what do you want to know about them, personality? Training? Or more, I got everything

[\Familiar\]: anything, personal information could be included.. if you can.

[\White Cloak\]: oh of course I can, the first you probably know. Rider, he's an inkling who are the first Goggles and their team encounter, as you know first he looks like an intimidated inkling and of course he is,he has a tough personality and he seems to be short tempered, then he began cares about his team, he rather change when he gets defeated by goggles and his team in the end, he still keep his intimidated and still have his serious attitude look in my perspective.. but he truly good, he is the least strongest of S4 but he manages to play with S4 in the end [When Army cannot join the game actually].

[\White Cloak\]: and about Army, Army is an inkling.. who is the second goggles and his team encounter after Rider, but you already knew that aren't you, his personality stern, strict personality, straight forward inkling who pride himself on his Team ability to an counter any possible move that their opponent can make, but it's due to the data they collect in their Manual,in the end he lost to goggles, and yet now he making curry as a data of his too.. cannot blame him, to be honest you just like him.. a little haha

[\White Cloak\]: that's all I can say, for the other you are going to watch them by yourself, and probably ask me again ^^ I'm willing to answer things.

[\Familiar\]: ah.. that's okay.. but.. thanks for this, I can use this information, and still thanks Cloak.

[\White Cloak\]: no problem Dear Familiar, all I can say is I'm just helping you learn something that you wanted to know.. oh well then again I still have something to do.. bye familiar

[\Familiar\]: okay.. bye cloak

. . .

' oh okay that's some data you can use '

That is some information.. but you are excited for this, you can't wait to see their battle in front of your eyes.. you just can't wait but..

' right now I'm going to enjoy my life! '

. . .

Surely you do..

[{ To be Continued }] く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

<<Chapter 1.5 [{you here}] <- [{previous chapter}] Chapter 2 ->

[i--antimony]

last tuesday of 2023!

i thought about making this my Yearly Roundup for last tuesday of the year but i think instead i will make this a normal tuesdaypost, and do a big yearly reflection on friday or saturday for last shabbos of the year :)

listening: twilight mirage, still in that holiday special, episode 23. the way that there are eight fuckin episodes for that special........in part 1 or 2 they make a comment how they might have to do three parts and i was like. lol. lmao, even. i'm in the bit right now where they're doing an election and it's very funny. thisbe as the debate moderator made me laugh out loud.

reading: the best part of the game awards this year was the fashion, alyssa mercante: i looooved some of these looks. love the art corset on slide 4, jay-ann lopez on slide 15, the pleated dress on slide 17, the MATCHING BABY ON SLIDE 19, and the author's whole everything on slide 20.

sff's big fat problem, r. k. duncan: i was already aware of some of the stuff talked about here but i am definitely guilty of having less overt things - i.e. goblin emperor reference in there - totally fly by me. i feel like i saw a lot of people talking about rowling's fatphobia after she went mask-off but she is definitely on the more malicious end of the spectrum, it's a much much much more baked in problem than people give it credit for. thinking also about the locked tomb, which i love, but also makes some very weird comments about ortus that i did not clock at all until someone else pointed it out. just something i'm thinking about lately.

the world is hard, dinner doesn't need to be, julia turshen: what it says on the tin. some recipe ideas, cut down to mental bare essentials.

old growth, brawlite: saved the fanfic for last. obsessed with this. it's so so good. the format is a really neat idea that i don't know if i've seen done before. like, using the 'comment section' to point out 'things in the background of shots'? genius. i am eating it up. i should have signed up for this exchange. maybe next year.

playing: fallow. i might buy some games that are on sale tho lol, i've seen both pyre and ghostwire: tokyo recommended this week. latter is no longer on sale unfortunately but i am noting it down for later.

watching: the fashion industry hates older women, mina le

history of bathing, bernadette banner

aaaand a short film that a grad student in my department made as a project. it's. not good. like i'm happy that he's doing hobbies or whatever but this short film commits the cardinal sin of being neither good nor bad, Just Boring. 2/10.

making: the [redacted project] is almost done!! i have 10 rows left. each row takes me about 15 minutes. i will definitely finish it by the end of the week, fringe and all. no pictures yet for obvious reasons but it will be in the first tuesdaypost of the year for 2024! the biggest challenge now is the point of contact on my left hand where i rest the knitting needle against my middle finger is aggravating on a sensory standpoint from overuse, so i have been knitting with one glove on that hand which has helped a lot.

there was a preview of these last week, but i added finishing touches to my gavle goat holiday cards! i used a metallic sharpie to add some horn embellishments and wrote a little note on the back, and mailed out a bunch :)

misc: the first christmas eve/day of my life where i didn't get chinese food!!! shock, horror, etc. i'm at my roommate's family's place so i experienced a real christmas situation. it was fine. her family & their home is like ... hallmark card vibes and idk how i feel about it. i want wonton soup :(

[hammerhead-jpg]

Hey um about my imperium flashback fic

Should I do a chapter for Vega as well?

I wasn't going to do one based on imp! Vincent's BA because it's not part of the main videos and what would I even do? so I wasn't going to do one for Vega's BA either for the same reason.

I was like "what flashback could I possibly write about for a Vega chapter?" But then I thought about it.

I always had this idea for Imp! Hudson as a washed up janitor/ housekeeper for the demon haven at the academy and I already had an idea with Vega entering the academy safe haven and meeting Hudson and him first being kinda terrified of Vega but then forming this wholesome friendship

Like what's worse than Vindemiatior going to elegy after living his whole life on aria, the equivalent of a very smart jellyfish being transported into a human body, is Vega who was there for the cacophony which I assume is like ancient Rome or something, disappeared for hundreds of years and came back in 2020, there's gonna be a lot of confusion

Like I imagine him showing up in some ancient robes and Hudson being like "that's not what people wear anymore lol"

So should I write it? I'm currently stuck at a chapter and it'll be just more work but I like the idea

If I do it where in the order of chapters would it be? The order of chapters is based on the order of the video's being posted, I was there before the redacted purge but I don't remember where in the order of videos the vega ba preview came (I assume the preview was on YouTube? It was literally just talking I doubt it was too spicy to not be posted at all)

Or should I post it as it's own thing after finishing this collection? Idk

[erythromanc3r]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @pipergirl17 and @pearlypairings - thank you both!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

As far as you can tell, reader? Six.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

65,700+ (not nearly as many as some of you, but I'm always pleasantly surprised to see how much I've written in such little time!)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things is the first fandom I've ever written for!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

brimstone, wrapped up in a bow

[REDACTED]

[REDACTED]

Better Living Through Chemistry

Among the Willows

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do my best to respond! It often takes me a little while but I love getting comments and interacting with anyone who was kind enough to take the time to leave a comment.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's not exactly angsty in and of itself, but the framework surrounding kiss me where you bruise me is not as happy as my other work. For one, it's the first fic I've written that contains explicit infidelity. I consider this fic in particular to be an excerpt from a bigger multi-chapter fic that I have outlined - it may or may not ever see the light of day, and there's a lot of longing and misunderstanding and hurt there, especially from Chrissy's perspective.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Relative to where it starts? Among the Willows.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have never gotten any negative comments and I'm really grateful for that!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! Mostly I just see where the vibes take me. I like including it in multi-chapters as an examination of how people in budding relationships approach sex and desire, and how sex either brings them together or further complicates things. A lot of my PWP one-shots, on the other hand, are just me going "I bet these two would be fun to write with this kink," and most of those fics are anonymous to preserve my ability to actually publish them without getting all weird and self-conscious about the content.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No crossovers, but I have considered tossing characters into other hyper-specific AUs.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't, I think I'd get really insecure about my writing if I was actively working with someone else on a fic.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

You know, at this point, considering Hellcheer is the first ship I've ever felt compelled to write fic for...it's probably them! These two were created in a lab to give me maximum brainrot I think

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Never say never. If it's on ao3, I intend to finish it. Unpublished? The rest of kiss me where you bruise me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Outlining, building momentum, characterization (at least I think so)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

ACTUALLY WRITING. And second-guessing my choices as I write my way through a wip. This is something I am actively resisting as I work on a couple wips.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm really only fluent in English. If I wanted to include dialogue in another language in my work, I'd only feel comfortable doing it after consulting with someone who speaks that language fluently.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Stranger Things!

20. Favorite fic you've written?

it ain't fiction, just a natural fact is me living my best and most self-indulgent life. I make no apologies for what I'm doing here. I'm having a fucking blast writing it and I'm so glad so many readers have responded with so much enthusiasm.

I am tagging...anyone who wants to do this because I have seen this game come across my dash a whole bunch so I assume most of my mutuals have done this already. But just in case anyone feels left out. Consider this your opportunity to dive in! (YES, YOU!)

[dweebpheles]

Ma'am, ma'am I just read an article where it's implied Aldo is half Jewish and I honestly always thought he was full on Jewish did I miss something?

I mean, I know it's never clearly stated but I figured the leader of the basterds is gonna' be Jewish as well djdndjjdjd

Thoughts?

Article link ↓↓

https://www.chicagojewishnews.com/is-aldo-raine-jewish/

See I love getting asks like this because I love seeing everyone's interpretations and takes on Aldo and the other characters!! You opened a can of worms by asking for my thoughts Personally, and buckle up for this one,

I never thought Aldo was Jewish.

I've seen Inglourious Basterds [REDACTED EMBARRASSING AMOUNT] times and never once did I interpret Aldo as a Jewish character. He is just there, leading his 8 soldiers, and as a friend of mine said, he's letting them have the spotlight. I feel like that's very true. Like, he's not Jewish, no, but that man sure does hate racists. (Also, as a Southerner, I could write you a whole essay with a broad spectrum of reasons as to why Aldo Raine, a Southerner, hates racists, but that's not what this ask is about.) And if he's gonna put together a group of soldiers to fight said racists, he's not gonna pick up a bunch of random dudes from the army and say "lets go to work", like, he's gonna get 8 Jewish soldiers because (in my opinion of Aldo, I feel like) he believes it's more their fight to win, that sort of thing. So no, like, he's not Jewish, but that doesn't mean he can't hate and kill Nazis. He is just there to supervise the men he picked that he knows are ready, willing, and able to kick Nazi ass with a vengeance unique to them because they are Jewish. And if anyone has a privilege to be in a special "bushwhacking guerilla army" to kill Nazis, it's *them*, again, they're Jewish. Aldo can go to Europe and kill as many Nazis as he wants, yes, and he does, but his men have a personal reason to be there killing that he doesn't have: They're Jewish; he isn't. But that doesn't mean he isn't proud to be leading that group--of course he takes pride in it.

A lot of things lead me to this conclusion, and the main one is the way he words his speech to them in chapter 2's opening. Specifically "...I'm putting together a special team, and I need me 8 soldiers. 8 Jewish American soldiers." He doesn't count himself. Maybe it's because he's the leader, but if he was Jewish, I truly feel like he'd mention it here, if nowhere else (ex it getting slipped into conversation somehow in the movie elsewhere). To play devil's advocate, one could argue "well he didn't mention it in his speech because it's obvious he's Jewish! Hes leading a group of 8 jewish soldiers!" And like, y'know what, you're right. We've come full circle because this is why I love hearing other's interpretations.

(Branching off the speech bit, throughout the rest of his speech, he refers to himself and his men as a collective "We". One could say theoretically that he is referring to them all as Jews, but I've always seen it as him putting himself on the same level as his men, and putting military rank aside. A "we fight with each other as equals" sort of thing.)

Another reason is like, going through the screenplay, we see Donny going and getting a bat, and we see him getting signatures on said bat. Why? He wants to bash Nazi skulls with a ball bat covered in Jewish names. To Donny, its personal. To play devil's advocate again, one could say "well Aldo carves swastikas into the foreheads of nazi's he let's go because it's personal to him, because he's Jewish" and yknow what, again, you're right, because that's your interpretation.

So, do I personally think Aldo is Jewish? No! Not personally. And that's literally just my headcanon. It's never specified "Aldo Raine is Jewish", but it's also never specifically stated "Aldo Raine isn't Jewish" either. Thank you for this ask!!! I'd like to hear your thoughts, too, anon, so if you wanna shoot me another ask you're more than welcome, or you can DM me! I'd love to hear your take, and I hope you don't mind the essay! :)