#when the timer goes off they still have to switch

[maxwellatoms]

And a good executive dysfunction to you!

My stomach hurts.

I don't want to draw right now, but I really do want to draw in general. Just not now. Maybe... now?

No. Not yet.

There's a wasp's nest on the catio. I should be looking up how to remove it, but instead I'm in here writing this nonsense. I should be drawing.

It still smells like burning metal in here, so I probably am better off with the wasps. Did I mention that my bathroom caught fire this morning? Like an actual fire fire. I may have buried the lede on that one. I used to think it was "buried the lead", as though you'd skipped the information you meant to lead with. Fun that it still works.

Fire dept. said that there was a timer on the wall switch in the bathroom where we're having work done from the flood that happened after my birthday. When the timer tripped, a heating mesh coiled up by the wall caught fire. Thankfully, my fiancee' smelled the burning metal and we caught it early.

It's hard to make cartoons when your house keeps attacking you. Also, when you're not employed making cartoons. I'm trying some indie stuff, but again... can I get a break here? Let's just tone down the apocalypse. I'd like to get some stuff done. And my insurance runs out in two weeks.

But HA! Fincee'! So I still get insurance. Happy accidents. Suck it, world-- Oh hang on. Contractor is here...

I'm back! Where was I?

My fuchsia is on the rebound, I think. Passed it on the way back in. I don't want to call it a comeback, but it's flowering. I think maybe the pot retains too much water. We'll see how it goes. Thankfully it doesn't need much compost because I blew through the whole pile yesterday refiling the garden beds. I did the beds Hügelkultur style, but I used cacti in one of them, so the soil drop was insane after the first year. Free garden tip for ya' there.

Where was I?

To be fair, there's a lot of residual adrenaline going on this morning too.

Work.

Right...

Gotta get these drawings done. I said I'd do it by tomorrow. I only said it to myself, but I should maybe listen. Can I be trusted?

Just draw, dude.

It smells like cheese and apocalypse in here. Nothing I can do about the fried metal, but the cheese is from the toaster oven. I should go clean that now. Hang on. I'll be back.

[sonicrainicorn]

Here's a fun, wholesome fact for the single dad au: Kevin and Dan always play the newest Zelda game together. It's tradition

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

I dont know if your request is still open, but if it is can you make a young reader(maybe 25-26) and Re6 Leon, with reader as his new neighbour? Maybe with reader baking a "nice to meet you" cake or pie and give it to Leon after he came from a mission?

Thank you very much 😘

HI! i loved this and has to write it- i added my own twist to it and am TOTALLY thinking about writing a part two, depends on what you guys think <3

gn! younger neighbor reader x Re6 older leon

DISCLAIMER: This is an 18+ blog! If you are underaged or don’t have an age indicator in your bio, please don’t interact!

Warnings: none actually- yet. but it does switch between reader and leon perspective it should be easy to catch onto

word count: 1,141

“Get! Go!”

You yelled at the group of kids walking toward your neighbor's abandoned house. A sigh leaves your lips as you water the flower bushes in your front yard. Your eyes scanned his yard, frowning at the dead grass and bushes. You look around for a few seconds before you walk over to your hose, filling up your watering pot and carrying the heavy bucket over to his dead lawn. Your hand on your hip as you watered his dead flower bush, your hose that you had dragged with all your light watering at his grass. You’ve never once met him. He comes and goes so frequently that this is what happens to his yard. A dead lawn can make anyone spiral into a depression. You did this same thing every day for almost a month, waking up bright and early to care for his plants. This morning was supposed to be no different, coming home from your graveyard shift at the diner, the sun barely rising. Your hand reaches down to turn on your hose, but your movements are abruptly stopped when your head turns to his house, actually seeing a car in the driveway and the kitchen light dimly lighting through his blinds.

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Leon’s body was sore. And mentally, he was too, his eyes barely open as he drove down the street, his fingers impatiently tapping at his steering wheel. He couldn’t wait to lay down on a bed or even take a shower- did he even pre-pay his bills? The negative thoughts overwhelmed him as he pulled into his driveway, sighing as he stared at the garage door. Pulling his keys from the ignition. He stepped out of his car, admiring the soft blue sky. When his foot hit the grass, his eyebrows rose in confusion, looking down to see the beautiful green. Then he saw the bushes. He walked around the small perimeter, noticing the hose lying at the edge of his grass. He followed it slowly to see it led directly to your house. A soft “hm” left his lips as he walked up his porch steps, pushing through his front door.

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You couldn’t sleep- of course, you couldn’t. Your black work shirt is covered in flour. Since you got home, you’ve been working on making the best apple pie you’ve ever made. Your fingers were sticky from the homemade filling. After scrubbing your hands for the sixth time, you squeal in excitement as the timer goes off, pushing the oven mitts onto your hands as you pull it open, being smacked in the face with slight smoke.

“Perfect..”

You whisper as you lay the pie on the counter, your nail scraping over the crust. You hoped he liked apple pie or just pie in general. What if he hates sweets? You shake your head free from negative thoughts as you pull new jeans on and a pretty shirt to go perfectly. Swiping on your peach chapstick. You take a deep breath as you look in the mirror, looking down at your watch to see it is eight already. It was super early- maybe he wasn’t even awake. You groan to yourself as you pick up the pie, smiling at the small amount of powdered sugar on top. You walk down your driveway and the sidewalk. Your eyes scan the grass you nursed to health. When did you get to the front door? You stared at the pretty auburn wood, moving the pie against your right arm as you reached for the doorbell, pressing your finger against it softly. Twelve seconds, fuck, he’s asleep. Your body shifts on your feet as you sigh in defeat, turning and walking down the first step before the door creaks behind you.

“Can I help you?”

The deep voice bounces through your brain as your footsteps back, your body turning to him—a kind smile tugging at your lips as you hold the pie out.

“Hi, I'm your neighbor- I haven’t noticed your home in forever, and I don’t think I’ve ever introduced myself..”

Leon’s eyes scanned your face, his eyes dancing over your lips and then down at your pie. God did he love pie. He meant to introduce himself, his mouth opening to speak but-

“You’re the one who’s been watering my lawn?”

You blinked at Leon, confused, as you stepped back a bit before slowly nodding, looking back at the healthy grass.

“Well, yes- My garden is as perfect as I wanted it to be, and I thought it would be a kind gesture..”

Leon’s arm leaned against the door frame, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. He looked exhausted, poor thing. He pushed himself off the frame, opening the door wider for you.

“Please, come in.”

You were surprised; you didn’t think he would speak to you. You thanked him quietly before you stepped into his door, looking around the house. Simple, no pictures on the walls, simple kitchen with essential appliances. You laid the pie on his counter before you turned to him, that gentle smile still on your face.

“It’s homemade. Hope you like apple.”

You speak as Leon walks to the kitchen, standing a few feet from you before he puts his hand out.

“Leon, and you?”

“Y/N, It's really nice to meet you finally.”

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Beautiful. Beautiful smile beautiful presence. Leon has always had to train himself not to see the evil in people automatically. How could he say no to you? Standing pretty on his porch as if he didn’t watch you baking in your wide-open kitchen window for almost three hours. He reached for his wallet, pulling out a couple hundred in cash, reaching his hand out to you.

“For the trouble of my lawn.”

Your laugh echoed throughout his kitchen as you shook your head, refusing to accept his money.

“Leon, I took care of your lawn as a form of basic human kindness. It was a great distraction for me. I respectfully decline.”

Leon stared at you, his eyes blinking in confusion as he shoved his wallet back into his pocket.

“Here. This is my number. When you know you’re going out of town for work or anything, give me a call or just knock on my door. I’ll clean for you.”

You nodded your head as you wrote down your number on the small notepad stuck to his fridge. You walked past him, waving your hand.

“Bye, Leon.”

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It was the best pie he had ever had. Never has he finished half a pie in a single day. He could never sleep after coming home from missions; his body slumped on the couch as he peered out the window, dreading the disappointment in his chest at the sight of your car still being gone. But like magic, you pulled into your driveway. Maybe he liked the simple things in life, the simple things being you. He leaned over, his eyes switching the view to your still-open kitchen window, seeing you throw your purse onto the counter. He hummed to himself as he reached for his phone, dialing your number. Watching you smile as you reached for the phone, pressing it to your ear, following your lips as your voice echoed through his phone.

“Hello?”

Sweet voice.

“It’s me. I just wanted to thank you sincerely for the pie. It's definitely the best pie I've ever had.”

Leon chuckled as he stood up, tilting his phone as he held it to his ear with his shoulder.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, I'm a great cook, and I can make you whatever cake you want.”

Leon’s head nodded as he leaned against his counter.

“Do you want to catch dinner sometime?”

He wished he could see your surprised reaction from his position on the couch, but your stuttering spoke volume.

“If you want to come over tonight- I can definitely make you something really good.”

Leon smiled as he walked to his bathroom, looking in the mirror.

“You this sweet to every guy? Or are you just being nice because I'm old?”

Leon teased as he pushed his way out of his bathroom and to his room.

“Oh, Leon, stop it. I do respect my elders, though..”

You joked, your giggle making his heart race as he looked for a somewhat lovely shirt.

“Nine? I’ll start cooking now.”

Leon tilted back, looking out his bedroom window. to see you digging through your fridge, a smile growing as he nodded.

“Nine is perfect, I’ll be right over.”

[estellan0vella]

Sweetly Imperfect ❀Toge Inumaki Masterlist

The kitchen is filled with the warm, inviting smell of vanilla and melted chocolate. The sun streams through the window, casting a golden glow over the counter where you and Toge are gathered.

Ingredients are spread out: flour, sugar, butter, eggs, and, of course, a generous amount of chocolate chips. You both wear matching aprons, a spontaneous purchase from your last shopping trip, and it adds a playful touch to the whole experience.

"Shake," Toge says, pointing at the bag of flour. You nod, understanding that he wants you to grab it.

“Got it!” you say cheerfully, handing him the flour. He smiles and nods appreciatively, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that way you love.

Together, you start measuring out the ingredients. You read the recipe out loud, making sure everything is correct. Toge measures the flour, his focus intense as he levels it off perfectly. You handle the sugar, pouring it into a bowl with a bit of flair.

"Shake," he repeats, this time pointing to the butter. You unwrap it and place it in a mixing bowl, ready to be creamed with the sugar. Toge takes the wooden spoon and begins to mix, his movements steady and precise.

You watch him for a moment, admiring the concentration on his face. His silver hair falls slightly into his eyes, and you have to resist the urge to reach out and brush it away. Instead, you grab the eggs and crack them into a separate bowl, making sure to avoid any shells.

"Salmon," Toge says, indicating that you should add the eggs to the mixture. You do so, and he continues to stir, the ingredients slowly coming together into a smooth, creamy batter.

Everything seems to be going perfectly. You add the flour mixture to the bowl, and Toge switches to a spatula, folding it in gently. The batter thickens, and you can almost taste the delicious cookies already.

"Shake," Toge says again, this time with a hint of excitement in his eyes. He holds up the bag of chocolate chips, and you laugh, knowing how much he loves them. You pour a generous amount into the bowl, and Toge mixes them in with a satisfied nod.

You preheat the oven, and soon the kitchen is filled with the comforting hum of the appliance. You scoop out portions of the dough onto a baking sheet, spacing them evenly. Toge watches closely, his gaze sharp and attentive.

Just as you’re about to place the sheet in the oven, you notice something off. The dough looks a bit too runny, almost like it’s melting. You frown, wondering if you missed a step.

“Toge, do you think this looks right?” you ask, showing him the dough. He tilts his head, considering it for a moment before shaking it.

"Konbu," he says, indicating that maybe something is missing or wrong. You both go over the recipe again, double-checking everything. That’s when you realize you forgot to add the baking soda.

“Oh no, we missed the baking soda!” you exclaim, feeling a bit embarrassed. Toge just chuckles, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

You quickly mix in the baking soda, but the dough is still a bit off. Determined not to let it ruin your fun, you decide to bake them anyway, hoping for the best.

The cookies go into the oven, and you set a timer. As you wait, you and Toge clean up the kitchen, working side by side in comfortable silence. Occasionally, he bumps his shoulder against yours, a playful gesture that makes you smile.

When the timer goes off, you open the oven, expecting to see perfectly golden cookies. Instead, you’re greeted with a tray of flat, overly spread cookies that have merged into one another. They look more like a cookie pancake than individual treats.

You burst out laughing at the sight, and Toge joins in, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Despite the mishap, it’s hard to be upset. The kitchen is filled with the scent of warm cookies, and the sound of your shared laughter makes everything better.

“Well, they might not look perfect, but I bet they still taste good,” you say, grabbing a spatula to cut the giant cookie into pieces. Toge nods in agreement, already reaching for a piece.

The cookies might not be what you intended, but they’re delicious nonetheless. The chocolate chips are gooey and melty, and the edges have a nice crispness to them. You and Toge sit at the kitchen table, enjoying your unconventional treat.

“Thanks for baking with me, Toge. Even if it didn’t go perfectly, I had a lot of fun,” you say, nudging him playfully.

"Mustard leaf," he responds, his way of saying he had fun too. He reaches out and gently squeezes your hand, a warm gesture that makes your heart flutter.

As you sit there, sharing cookies and laughter, you realize that it’s not about the end result. It’s about the time spent together, the shared moments of joy and even the small mistakes along the way. Baking with Toge is an adventure, but it’s one you wouldn’t trade for anything.

The next time you bake, you know you’ll double-check the recipe. But for now, you’re content to enjoy the sweetly imperfect moments with Toge by your side.

[wayfayrr]

do you think the self-aware boys could be aware of other games you play on the console? this is kind of a silly thought but i got age of calamity when it came out and didn't play much because i was really bad at it. i've been playing totk recently but some self-aware au posts reminded me that i have age of calamity so i popped it back in to try out again (i'm still not great at it). and i just imagined tears getting jealous haha sorry hon i swear i didn't mean anything by it

(not me who plays a ton of indie games on my switch - guys I'm so sorry I just like the silly sushi game)

So as for them being aware of other games, they start off as not knowing much, just knowing that they're there. but after a while they can see the hours played! think the switch timer that shows how much you've played or maybe steam library style, I'm not entirely sure yet

as for your other point - I think their jealousy really depends on what game you're playing, how long you're playing for kinda a mix on the two!

other zelda games could have little/no jealousy or they could actually end up causing a literal fight if those two links met. I actually really need to draw out a relationship chart! cause I've been planning a self aware links meet and I've been stewing over this for a good while <3

say for legend? yeah, he's not going to be jealous of himself - that would be a waste of energy Sky would be a little petty if your totk playtime is higher than his but he gets along well with tears - to the point he'd be willing to share you with him (the same goes for wild/ possibly wars) Twilight wants to work with others - not all of them mind you but time, wild and wind? given the chance he will go out of his way to work with them rather than not and he is the ONLY one who does this - this is not 100% reciprocated with all of those links. (and his allies depend on what console you're on) the others are opportunistic with allies but they don't go out of their way like he does.

other series games? yeah no get them OUT of here they aren't sharing you with them.

in your case though anon?

I think tears would be more than fine with you playing aoc!! he's a little bitter over the fact (in his head) you might prefer the version of him that didn't die but no don't worry he's not that offended Calamity on the other hand? he's going to be a smug little shit. He had more than a bit of an inferiority complex when it comes to the others - aoc kinda flopped compared to other games (4mil copies to totks 20mil (totk sold half of aocs total sales in japan in THREE DAYS)) if you have more hours with him than with wild/tears then he will become more of an ass and get whiny about having your attention on him when he gets out. I also like to hc him as having really bad anxiety which leads to a really clingy yan

[envysparkler]

The Joker has a captured Robin, and he wants the Red Hood.

Jason is innocently watching TV when it gets interrupted by Joker's broadcast. The clown is in a warehouse with Robin!Tim and a bomb. He demands the Red Hood as his ransom. For the sake of plot, Bruce and Dick are away/off-world.

Jason gets in touch with Oracle to track down the location, she warns him it's a trap, he knows, she won't give the location to him unless he promises he won't give himself up.

“Don’t worry, Oracle.  I have no intention of walking through that door.”

Switch to Tim POV, he tells the Joker that there's a snowball's chance in hell that Hood would come for him and there's no point in torturing him. Before the Joker can get too worked up, there's the sharp whistle of a sniper shot.

Joker falls dead to the floor, bullet through his skull.

Unfortunately, the clown has one last trick. Dead man's trigger, a bomb, twenty seconds left on the timer.

Jason comes rappelling through the skylight (not the door, ha, Oracle), frees Robin from the chair--who's trying to warn him about the timer--and attaches Robin to the rappel line. Robin goes flying up out of the warehouse. Jason finds someplace to weather the explosion.

It was always going to come down to an explosion.

Dialogue fading in and out, someone shouting for Red Hood. Begging for Jason to respond. Shifting rubble.

Jason wakes up in the Cave surrounded by his very worried family and finally realizes how much he still means to them.

[vikisbay]

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【MEGUMI F.】 brownies.

【Synopsis】 you try to teach megumi how to bake early in the morning and it goes… wrong

A/N —> im in the middle of writing something similar for Yuji because I’m lowkey obsessed with the idea of the jjk boys baking ★彡

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➤ your fingers graze the light switch flicking it on, the bright light burning your eyes ever so slightly. never once did you think you would find yourself teaching Megumi how to bake brownies, let alone at one in the morning. you could barely keep your eyes open but how could you deny Megumi’s request, you made your way to the fridge your fingers wrapping around the cold metal handle pulling it open.

you grabbed the butter and eggs and set in down on the kitchen island “can you grab the rest of the ingredients?” you say sleepily to your boyfriend. he nodded his head before going to the baking cabinet you had in your apartment, you lean your back on the island “why couldn't you have asked me to teach you at a reasonable time?” you mumble, your not annoyed you actually found it cute but you knew you’d end up messing up.

you had Megumi gather all the supplies you would need. “mix all the dry ingredients together” you instructed, he followed your directions opening the flour bag and grabbing a measuring cup. he put half a cup of the flour into the bowl in front of him. you watched intently finding him so extremely cute even if it was so early in the morning. he went to close the bag not noticing the flour that had bunched up at the opening.

the flour went everywhere, on his face, on the table and somehow on your clothes. both yours and his jaws dropped wide “oh pft-omg” your laughs filled the kitchen riding it of its silence. Megumi didn't find it funny but he couldn't help but smile at how much you were laughing “its not funny” annoyance laced his voice but a small smile still graced his face “y-yes it is, omg” your giggles did not calm down but actually grew due to his annoyed look.

you told Megumi to go to your room and clean himself while you finished making the brownies.

when Megumi came back to the kitchen he found you sitting on the floor against the fridge slowly falling back asleep, he sat next to you on the cold tiles “you should go to bed” he sounded stern but you were honestly to tired to understand his tone. you shook your head no before laying your head on his shoulder, you sat with him in silence for a few minutes before opening your mouth to speak.

“why did you wanna learn how to bake?” you snuggled closer to him trying to keep his warmth with you. the raven-haired boy looked down at you pondering if he should make up a lie or tell the truth, he ended up on going with the latter “I wanted to learn how to bake for you…” he looked away so you wouldn't see the blush that spreed across his face like a damn forest fire. you flung yourself off his shoulder “really!” you forgotten how tired you were, your heart felt like it was melting due to his statement.

he scoffed before looking back at you “its nothing big” he muttered under his breathe but you heard him loud and clear even over the sound of your heart beating from excitement “Gumiii, that's so adorable” your voice raised in pure happiness, he let out a soft laugh before leaning slowly towards you, your smile grew as he laid a peck on your lips “you smile like flour” you giggled again.

his smile disappeared and a scoff left his lips clearly annoyed with your teasing, you spent twenty minutes together on the floor waiting for the timer for the brownies to go off and when it did you brought the tray with you to the tile floor, you stayed up for hours talking and laughing while you both ate the newly backed brownies.

— yours truly, Viki

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[caeliuluru]

tags: so fluffy, established relationship xavier/mc

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A day off-- no emergencies, no Wanderers, no urgent tasks.

To get closer to each other, you and Xavier decided to "idle together," as he endearingly put it. In between missions and trying to catch Heartbreaker, you couldn't deny that this was an unexpected breath of fresh air.

You, however, were still restless.

The sunset's light flows into the room from your balcony, casting shadows onto the floor. It would have been too dark to read if it weren't for the lamp beside your sofa. Other than the flipping of pages and you and Xavier's soft breathing, everything is silent until...

Beep, beep!

"Do you want to keep reading?" Xavier asks. You turn off the alarm on your phone, having used a Pomodoro timer just to get you to focus on the book, and shake your head.

"It's getting dark, m’have to turn on the lights." You try not to look at Xavier as you get up from the sofa. He made for a very comfy pillow during your reading sessions together, and if you so much as glanced at him after he spoke you probably would have made up an excuse to keep laying against his chest. Quickly, you switch on the light in the living room and flop back onto the sofa (and by extension, your partner) before he could properly sit up.

"Are you okay? You went quiet all of a sudden." He asks. You can hear the tinge of worry in his voice, and you're quick to reassure him with a soft squeeze of his shoulder, having decided to put your arms around him. "Just... remembering things.” As you speak, you listen to his heartbeat, slow as ever. It's a familiar and calming sound. Your mind goes back to when he had helped you review for one of your Hunter exams, took care of you when you were drunk, planned a whole-day trip that was essentially a date, even before the two of you became lovers. It's in the quiet moments like these where you feel most grateful for someone like Xavier. While his expressions of love weren't exactly the same as the ones in the cheesy rom-coms you watched, his love felt like home. These were times where you felt like you didn't need to try so hard, and still felt so seen by the person you loved the most.

His hand gently cards through your hair as you listen to his breathing. He smells good, too, the woody scent being a trademark of all his hoodies. In the midst of your quiet reflection, though, you can feel his eyes on you.

“You’re staring,” you quip at him. “Or is it Xavier cipher?”

“Well, I haven’t been blinking much.” His gaze is soft, tender. “Is there anything you wanted to tell me?”

“I should be asking you that. I’m not the one trying to send secret messages through my eyes. Or through telepathy.”

“Aren’t eyes the windows to the soul?”

“I still need translations for whatever your eyes are saying, dummy.”

He lets out a light laugh and looks you in the eye.

“What I mean to say is: I’m happy you’re with me. I like holding you like this.”

Both his and your faces are flushed, and he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You playfully squeeze his face and move it around. He smiles, focusing on the crinkle in the corner of your eyes when you grin and the mirth your face holds. “That’s unfair, you can’t just say things like that!”

The banter isn’t over, because he takes the opportunity to lightly grab the hand was just holding his cheeks, and slots his fingers in between. His other hand stays on the small of your back, ensuring that you don’t accidentally fall off him and the sofa.

“Let’s make this even, then. Is there still anything you wanted to tell me?”

A beat, then, “If you choose to answer with your own cipher, I’ll try to understand it as best as I can.”

When was the last time you had gotten to be together like this? It’s not as if you felt distant from each other, but it had been a while since you felt you could truly relax with him. You didn’t want to waste precious time keeping your emotions to yourself.

“Earlier, I was just thinking about how I was glad to be with the person I liked. You like to help other people, but you don’t want to be in the spotlight for it. You’re earnest. You look out for me even if I don’t ask for it.” You say the last sentence more quietly, still learning what it’s like to have a soft place to land, to be held by a shooting star.

He turns his head to plant a kiss on your hand.

“I won’t let you go, then. Whether we’re just on the couch, or on missions, or anywhere else, I’ll be by your side whenever you need me.”

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A/N: oh god my first xavier fic. anyw this was just a Developed Brainrot i had after ep 3 of the partner go-go event, so this can be treated as an extra account of how Xavier and MC spent their days “strengthening their relationship” before capturing Heartbreaker :3

if yall want to ramble in asks or say hi pls go ahead! i do wanna make new L&DS/tears of themis/genshin frens here so yay lol

[desertfangs]

Since you write a lot do you have tips for people who want to write more?

Hi, anon! I can sure try and tell you some of what works for me!

Ignore advice that you don’t find helpful (that includes these tips!)

Writing is a process, but your writing process is always going to be unique to you, so if something doesn’t work for you, trying to implement it is only going to make you miserable. Like some people will tell you to write every day, but sometimes the pressure of that is going to be too much. Basically anything that doesn’t work for you, chuck it in the bin. You don’t need it.

Put your word processor in full screen

I write in Scrivener, which has a “composition mode” but you can also just put your document on full screen to minimize distractions. That way it’s harder to flip over to check Discord or Tumblr or whatever. Of course, I still exit out of full screen every time I need to look something up in the thesaurus and then I end up spending 15 minutes screwing around on the internet so you know, it's not a perfect system.

Work on several things at once and don’t be afraid to step away if a story isn’t working

Granted, my writing method is like throwing spaghetti at the wall and seeing what sticks, so I tend to start a lot of stuff that fizzles out after a few paragraphs (or a few thousand words 😭😭) and I know juggling multiple things does not work for everyone.

I personally usually need at least 2 current WIPs, so I can switch to the second when I get stuck on the first. This means even while I’m ruminating on one fic, I’m writing another. But I have friends who literally can’t write on more than one project at a time or their brains will explode, so again, it’s just about what works best for you.

[BRACKETS]

If you’re stuck on something like a detail or a fact you need to look up or a piece of dialogue (“How the fuck would Lestat respond to THAT?” is my constant refrain, my cats are tired of hearing it), just put something in brackets like [Lestat replies with something flirty or witty] or [Fact check if X] or whatever it is, and then you can move on and keep going and not lose your momentum.

Set a Timer

If you're struggling to make yourself focus and write, set a timer for 10, 15, 25 minutes (whatever increment of time works for you!) and write until it goes off. You can keep going after if you're on a roll, or your can stop for a while, but it will get you into the mindset of writing. And even if that's all you do that day, hey, you wrote for 10 minutes!

Kill your need for perfection and that critic in your brain

I am still working on this but it’s true! You can make your WIP more perfect in editing. The old adage that you can’t fix a blank page is correct. And honestly, a lot of times I will write something and think ‘ugh this is no good’ and then go back and read it weeks later and really dig it. Or I figure out what it needs to make it better. (Or sometimes it still sucks and we just pretend it never happened.) But no one else has to see your first drafts! So don’t stress about making the first draft super good or agonize too much over word choice. Just get words on the page and worry about making it better later.

I hope you find some of that helpful, Anon!

[copperpipes]

Ultraman spec bio part 4 (first part/previous part)

spacium energy:

I have been treating spacium energy like a substance despite it not really being one, so I want to pack some headcanons about how exactly it would act and classfie.

Spacium energy is visible by the human naked eye, can solidify into different shapes but stays flexible until released, it emits photons, a particle that's very light and very fast, and it is blue.

The blue color is usually an indicator of temperature, it is a relatively light blue color so this puts it at about 10,000+ kelvin (9726.85°C or 17540.33°F), so pretty hot. As we figured out, spacium is a very good isolator, whether its a metal or not is still a question i don't want to deal with (it is of a metallic color, reflective, but not necessarily a metal and still alien in origin) what we know is that outside energies wouldn’t be able to harm an Ultra, and the Ultra’s inside energy is also protected from inside and out. through their skin is where Ultras get their energy from, it comes from the sun in either solar rays or heat or whatever is available (electric energy, radiation, all kinds of deadly lasers yum) which is why an explosion wouldn’t kill an ultra, the only thing that would be a threat to them is the explosion’s kinetic energy. 

spacium energy is seen on the visible spectrum, but other than that what else can be told about this energy?

what’s it doing in there:

probably bounces off the walls, literally. 

Energy moves in waves, and when it's produced by the membrane of the ultra it is ejected off the walls inside, and it cannot escape (cannot come out!! MAMA!!), so it bounces off the walls. When the energy is directed out, it gains speed thanks to the narrow space in the ultra’s arms and when it comes out as a beam it is subsequently much more concentrated, with very destructive wavelengths similar to gamma rays in intensity, and very hot. 

changing sizes:

I am not talking about mass here and where it goes, I'm talking about what causes Ultraman’s energy levels to drop or shoot up for one reason or another, not about outcome but about cause.

by Ultraman: rising (which is what i'm doing this whole thing for) how much an ultra can last is dependent on their mental state rather than thinning energy reserves like in what i got from other ultra sources.

I wanted to try and combine the two. I want Ultraman’s energy to be an issue, one that doesn't allow to transform at any comfortable moment, that demands the Ultra to know their state and capabilities to ensure no sudden shrinkage.

releasing energy once in a while should also be important, otherwise if an ultra is too full of energy their movements may become stiff and uncomfortable until some energy is released.

why would an ultra involuntarily shrink/why would a color timer be triggered:

-a failsafe mechanism. an ultra in distress/ a scared or stressed ultra, like all living creatures is a dangerous one. removing the ultra to where they can’t harm their environment would ensure its wholeness and the ultra’s sanity. This point acknowledges the power that all ultras naturally possess and that can bring a lot of damage if not controlled.

-low energy reserves.

Actually, what does a color timer even do other than be an indicator?

In canon it's all that is, an indicator, but what if it was what allowed ultras to shapeshift and change sizes in the first place? knowing what they have done, they're probably technologically advanced enough for that to be plausible. when your race is suddenly turned into giants, everything they built probably stayed small, made to fit their size before they grew. 

Returning the ultras to their original size would be easier than rebuilding society, not to mention resources. so maybe they made a device that allowed them to switch between their old, smaller form, and their new natural giant one.

The catch is that they can't stay in their small form forever, because even small, their bodies naturally produce spacium energy, and from time to time it has to be released or else they could literally explode from the pressure. 

maybe some ultras even prefer their bigger size despite the inconveniences. After all, such a drastic change could eliminate or generate so many problems!

For example space travel and travel in general would become a lot less complicated and exisible, for as long as there’s energy hunger wouldn't be a problem anymore, and so much more!

Of course, it's not without cons as well, like population density and resource demand to name a couple, but I guess the population could just spread over a larger territory to solve those problems. we shouldn't forget the Ultra’s destructive potential as well :>

Next, part 5

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Carpe Noctem 6

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulatin, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You realise you don’t know where you’re going. That you don’t have anywhere to go. You pull into an empty lot and lean forward, resting your forehead against the steering wheel. Your face is raw with the streaks of your tears, your clothes still damp from the wasted lemonade.

You take out your phone and scroll through your contacts. Coworkers you only call in emergencies; your mother who you only call on holidays; and friends you haven’t talked to in years. The twins won’t be much help, not by the looks of their Insta stories. They never offered much more than alcohol and dancing and you’re not in the mood.

You just want to curl up and sob until you fall asleep. You wince and glance in the mirror as your face aches. You see your reflection and gasp. Your cheek is swollen and the left side of your mouth. Oh, god. It really happened. He really hit you.

You start the car. You don’t want to waste gas driving around in circles. After a quick Google search, you think you have a solution. Temporarily. Just one night to be alone. To just detach before you have to figure out what comes next.

You stop at a grocery store you pass along the way. You grab a single bag of food to last you the night and then some. You follow the automated voice guiding you to your destination. You pull into the motel parking lot and heave again. 

You never imagined yourself being in this position. This isn’t Gone Girl. This is pathetic. You grab the paper bag and your purse and get out. You check in, the price making you question the integrity of the accommodation. 

You get to your room and lock the door. You go over everything with the cleaning wipes you tossed in your basket at the store. Then a cursory look over the bed. Nothing terrible, you suppose.

You undress and wrap yourself in the robe. There’s a laundry room just down the hall. It’ll have to do. You take your wallet and room key, along with your former outfit, and go to find the machine. When you're back in your room, you set a timer and flip through the channels on the small flatscreen.

You settle on a 90s sitcom you never really got into and dig through your bag of goodies for what little comfort you can find. You eat a few too many cookies and go through a small carton of chocolate milk before the alarm goes off. You go to switch your load and come back to search for whatever entertainment is left on cable TV.

When the load is finally dry, you retrieve it and leave the clothes folded by the door. You set out one of the paper cups beside the kettle with a tea bag in expectation of the morning before you turn out the lights. You keep the television on, volume at low, not wanting to feel as alone as you really are. You drift off the to buzzing commentary of an overplayed romcom.

Exhausted by the week behind you and the emotion of the day, you sink down into the turmoil of vivid dreams. Your day plays over and over, each time more demented and twisted to the last, until it ends with Johnny’s hand crashing into you endlessly. A pounding draws you from your subconscious horror.

Shit. Morning already. You grab your phone. It isn’t checkout time yet. You get up, still in nothing more than the robe, and go to the door. You crack is open just a little, expecting to tell the room service that you don’t need anything. 

Instead, you gape through the tiny space between the door and the frame at your unexpected caller. You try to close it but Lloyd slaps his hand against the wood, keeping it ajar. In his other hand, he holds a paper bag with handles. You can smell maple wafting from it. You see the stamp of an upscale breakfast place you pass every day but never go to.

“What do you want?” You croak through your dry throat, “how did you even know I’m here?”

“Can’t tell all my tricks,” Lloyd winks, “trust me, the complimentary breakfast isn’t much of a compliment. So…” He raises the paper bag.

“Are you crazy? I’m not letting you in,” you sneer, “you ruined my life. You–”

“I sent you a nice gift. Expensive, actually. Not my fault Officer Cuck can’t do the same.”

“Please–” 

“I’m offering you a free meal. You’re shacked up in this rathole, I’m sure you could use it. French toast or waffles?”

You glare at him with one eye. You suck in your cheeks as you consider the offer.

“Sure, leave it in front of the door and I’ll grab it when I’m gone.”

He laughs, “I get it, you’re not used to being taken care of but let’s try a little roleplay. You want the goods, you gotta take me with it.”

“I’m good. I got tea–”

You try to push the door shut again and he forces his foot into the gap. You huff and let out an exasperated growl.

“Really, I can’t handle this right now. Please just leave me alone.”

“Should I tell you how this turns out or do you want to solve that riddle all on your own? If you can find a place, you won’t be able to move in for another two weeks. And in that time, you’ll spend at least twice that in this hole. So, if you can afford first and last right now, I’m not sure you will then. 

“But I digress. You gotta go through and turn off those automatic payments for that box you shared with the douche nozzle. And you can’t get back the bills that already came out, huh?

“Maybe you’re the stubborn type. Maybe you sleep in your car for a few weeks, maybe you crash with a friend, that won’t last forever. And in the end, you go crawling back to the pig. 

“Or you go with Plan B.”

You stare at him, trying not to show your defeat.

“Me,” he smirks.

You don’t say anything. Your stomach growls so loud he can hear it. You close your eyes. You just want to be left alone.

“You don’t have to decide today, but you do need to eat something. So, you can go hope there’s some instant oatmeal left at the front desk or… you can put up with me for an hour.”

You brace the door and drop your chin. You put your hand on your hip and slowly retract your other. You back up and sit on the end of the bed. You fold in half, holding your head.

You don’t have the energy to argue with him. One hour. Fine. Whatever. He’ll figure out you’re not that special.

[sleepiexx]

Valeria Garza x fem reader. Reader and Valeria were once lovers until one day she disappeared and a few years later on a mission to capture El Sin Nombre the reader finds out what she has been doing all this time.

Back When I Loved You

Valeria Garza x fem!Reader

Link to Pt.2

Note: so sorry this took like for-fucking-ever, I’ve been working so fucking much I never write anymore 😭😭 I’m so glad I got this done, I needed to write this. Also, I switched to y/n instead of (Y/N) bc I did a survey and it said most ppl prefer y/n, tell me if u think that’s dumb

Summary: It’s been years since y/n had been stationed in Las Almas, returning opens some old wounds she hadn’t realized never healed.

Warnings: death mention (no one actually dies), soap is a slut, uhhh not much else rlly

Word Count: 3345

Quite a peculiar phenomenon, “the one that got away.” The idea of an old flame that was never allowed to fully ignite and crackle into something beautiful, never quite coming to fruition. The kind of love that leaves you wondering what could have been had circumstances been different, desperately yearning for even the slightest taste of something more.

The topic came up one day as the task force sat around at a bar drinking, waiting for the assignment that they would inevitably have the next day. It started as Gaz recounted the story of how he met a girl before graduation and fell madly for her. Their story ends there with the fact that the moment Gaz realized how he had felt for her, he was being shipped off to boot camp, never to see his lost love ever again. He spoke of how deeply he regretted not pursuing a relationship with her, and how every time he goes home to visit his mother, a tiny part of him hopes to see her again.

Soap went next. Lord knows the man had many, many regrets and many stories regarding his love life, yet one took president in his mind. “She had the softest skin,” he had said, story veering off the main point and getting caught up on the details as it had nearly a million times, once about her hair, three times about her eyes, and now about how “baby soft” her skin was. Eventually— with a little pushing from the others— he told the full story, how he was on vacation, a rarity for him, and how he’d hit it off with this woman. Usually with his one night stands, it was purely sexual, no emotional connection whatsoever. Yet this time, Soap had found himself enchanted. After what he described as a “magical” night, she’d disappeared, and he never got the chance to give her his number.

“What about you, old timer, I’m sure you’ve got an old flame who escaped ya’,” Soap beamed, turning the conversation towards Price who smiled and nodded fondly to himself.

“She was-“ he sighed, “well, she was something.” No matter what he did, he couldn’t escape the smile that creeped up his cheeks as he told the story. A kind lover, she was. Made him breakfast in the mornings, listened as he complained about work— he was just a Lieutenant back then, but she listened. And she was always there. Until she wasn’t. The Captain’s story ever so slowly changed from happily reminiscing and took on a much more somber tone as Price recounted the fighting that led up to his break up with the woman. He had been coming up on the end of his contract with the British Army and she had wanted him to stay with her, start a family, but Price had been in the military for a long time. He had no clue what life would even be like outside of the Army. And so he reenlisted. He spoke about how deeply he regretted that, how there were nights that he woke up and just imagined how his life could have panned out had he stayed with her. Would he be awoken by their kids pouncing up and down on him, rather than the ever-present nightmares he gets as his current wake up call? He would never know, and that would haunt him to this day.

Price took a big swig of whiskey at the melancholy thought, turning the attention toward y/n, “What about you, kid? You’re still young, hopefully no sad stories yet?”

Y/n shook her head, “I don’t see it as sad, more so I see it as I’m happy I got that experience. Yeah I’m upset that it never went anywhere but I’m glad that it happened period.” She smiled, happy with her answer but the others stared on with shocked looks. “What?” She asked.

Soap’s eyes were wide, “Well you can’t just say all o’ that and then just not tell us the story.” He shook his head, flabbergasted, “We all told you, save for Ghost but the man’s already very private, so now it’s your turn.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “yeah, yeah,” she took a sip of her drink, a little liquid courage to help loosen the story out of herself, “I was stationed in Mexico for some time. Beautiful country, beautiful people, I loved every second of it. Every night I would go out with my American buddies on the town and we would just fuck around, have some fun. Well one night I’d gotten separated, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe they ditched me, I don’t know, we don’t really talk anymore so I don’t think I ever will. But anyways, as you do when you’re drunk and alone, I found trouble. Some man came up to me with a knife, tried to rob me, I was really in no state to fight back, but in comes this woman to defend me. I’d seen her around the base before, she was Mexican Special Forces, I knew that. I also knew how goddamn hot she was. With her tattoos running all up and down her toned arms, and how enchanting her deep brown eyes were.”

The team immediately got chatty at that, hyping her up. “L/n with the moves,” one of them had teased. She laughed, feeling blood pumping in her face.

“So anyways, she jumps in and fights the guy for trying to rob me while I was so drunk. I was absolutely slack-jawed. I’d never had anyone fight so fiercely for me in my life, especially not a stranger, and even more especially not a stranger I had a huge crush on. I remember her turning to me, once the dude was down for the count and just saying ‘you okay?’ I can remember her exact tone and god, it made me melt. She walked me back to my barracks and I was done for. The very next day I sought her out and told her I’d buy her a drink to make up for it. Thus started an epic romance.”

Y/n grinned as the others piped in with their little comments, excited to finally get to talk about her lost love after all this time.

“For months we went out together, dancing, talking, drinking, everything else that comes along with a relationship,” she smirked at that, face only dropping as she got the ‘getting away’ part, “and, uh, we were happy, y’know. I could see myself having a future with this woman. But as life has it, I was stationed elsewhere while she had been on a mission. I tried calling the base a few times.” She stopped to collect her breath, “but, uh, I was told that her and her squad went MIA on that mission. Likely killed in action is what they said.”

She sniffled a little bit, hoping it was unnoticeable by her teammates. Shaking her head as she finished her drink, and began to stand she turned to them for a final time, “I’m gonna turn in for the night it’s getting late.”

The rest of them nodded, waiting until she was gone to quietly chat amongst themselves. She was the topic of choice, of course. How bad they all felt for her. How guilty they felt for bringing it up. Ultimately it wasn’t their fault but they felt awful. Not too long after, they themselves all turned in, awaiting what the next day would have for them.

Months later, after many missions, and after the conversation they had had slipped away from them, the task force found themselves on their way to Mexico in search of the infamous cartel leader, El Sin Nombre. No one dared to mention y/n’s past, but of course, they weren’t completely discreet with their fleeting looks.

Despite their knowledge of y/n’s deployment to a base in Mexico, they were still shocked to see that the Colonel as well as some of the soldiers of the Las Almas base knew her.

“Y/n! Long time no see, last I saw you, you were still just a private.” Colonel Alejandro Vargas said, patting her on the shoulder in greeting as the group got off their chopper.

Y/n smirked, “could say the same to you. Wonder who died and made Lieutenant Vargas into the colonel of the Mexican Special Forces.”

Alejandro rolled his eyes and went to counter, but the man next to him made himself known with a contagious laugh. The task force could see sparkles in y/n’s eyes at the sound.

“Rudy!” She shouted, happily enveloping the giggly man into a hug.

“Hi, y/n.” He smiled, hugging her back just as tight.

In the midst of it all, Captain Price couldn’t help but clear his throat to get the group’s attention. “I hate to break this up,” he said, thick British drawl dragging out every word, “but we really do have some pressing matters to take care of.”

Y/n and Rodolfo split, standing at attention. Alejandro spoke for them, “you are right, there will be plenty of time to catch up once this is all over.”

They each nodded in agreement, eager to get to the task at hand.

It was no easy feat. Despite not really keeping up with the news in Las Almas since she had been gone, y/n knew just how bad cartels could get. That paired with the frustration that seemed to radiate from Alejandro every time El Sin Nombre was mentioned, he had to be some bad, bad motherfucker.

Soap went in under no guise or cover, walking right up to the front door and presenting himself like meat to hungry wolves. Y/n and Alejandro, on the other hand, terminated nearly half a dozen cartel soldiers, stealing their masks and outfits to fit right in to the party.

They surveilled Soap throughout, following closely behind, making sure no actual cartel soldiers noticed him. They followed him right to the third floor, right to El Sin Nombre. When the name Valeria left Soap’s mouth after looking through the snake cam, y/n and Alejandro made eye contact, both feeling a similar nausea at the thought.

But they shook it off.

It couldn’t possibly be her, right? She died on a mission targeting the son of La Araña, didn’t she? Sure she was officially determined MIA but a person doesn’t get lost this long, not like this.

Sure enough, as the door burst open, through the hail of bullets being shot across the room both to and from cartel higher ups, there she was.

The shock was evident on y/n’s face as she saw the woman kneeling on the roof. She saw short, dark hair and shook. It’s not her, it can’t be her. But it was. She could tell by the dark eyes carefully watching her every move as she walked behind the woman, pulling her hands down around the woman’s body and behind her back to cuff them.

Y/n prayed the woman couldn’t feel the tremor in her hands, but she knew all too well. Once upon a time the dark-haired woman knew every detail about her, it almost seemed as though that hadn’t changed.

Few words were uttered on the chopper back to the Vaquero’s base— save for a few “shut up Graves,”’s since the man refused to stop talking all smug, as though he was the sole reason El Sin Nombre had finally been caught— but a million things went unsaid as y/n avoided the Vaqueros’ gazes. The rest of the 141 were none the wiser to the fleeting looks that the Vaqueros shared.

The waiting period was long and drawn out as the woman was processed. Of course she had to have her prints and DNA taken, it’s never as simple as getting to talk to her first.

The anticipation was getting to y/n, who was anxiously chewing her nails down to the beds, leaving them jagged and slightly bloody.

The door clicked open, catching the room’s attention, “She’s been fully processed, whenever you’re ready you may begin the interrogation.” The soldier in the doorway stepped aside, clearing the path for the 141, the Colonel, and his second in command to pass.

They walked swiftly and with precision as they borderline-prowled their way down to the storage container that held the woman. Price took the lead as y/n and Alejandro fell behind, dragging their feet. Rudy followed behind the two, making sure neither avoided the inevitable.

Graves was the first to open his mouth, gesturing to both Alejandro and Valeria, “explain how you two know each other?”

Words, glares, and taunts were exchanged as they began the story.

“Go on, tell them.” Alejandro commanded.

Valeria scoffed, “I don’t take orders anymore, even the dogs in Las Almas know not to bark at me.” Valeria’s eyes caught y/n’s hesitant form as she spoke the last part.

Alejandro angrily shook his head, “she’s ex-military, we served together.”

Despite their distances, and their long time apart, the two shared a perfect flow when telling the story.

“Different squads, same unit.” Valeria began, “you were the wild ones, huh? Los Vaqueros.”

Alejandro grinned at her words.

Her gaze once more shifted to y/n, “my squad was clean cut señoras y señores.”

“Until the raid on the son of La Araña,” Valeria smirked at the sentence, Alejandro continued. “Her team was told to cordon of the city to ward off La Araña’s enforcers and prevent the bloodshed.”

“That’s exactly what we did,” she smiled.

Alejandro’s anger only spiked at her smug face, “What, you kept out his enforcers because you were his enforcers, eh?”

Her voice was taunting, “he was escorted to the mountains without incident, also to prevent bloodshed.”

Y/n felt her stomach turn. All the time she spent sobbing over Valeria and yet all the while the woman was running around doing all sorts of illegal activities.

Rudy piped in, almost as shocked at the realization as y/n, “he was supposed to go to prison.”

Graves grabbed Valeria’s shoulder, pulling her back, and further pissing off y/n. “So you killed him. And you took over.”

“I created a power vacuum, and I filled it. Las Almas needs me.”

The moment his hands looked as though they were about to wander, y/n was upset, nearly growling out a rage-filled “hands off.”

Graves lifted his hands off of the woman as if he’d been burned, holding them up. “Woah, woah, woah. What’s with you getting all feisty over the prisoner?”

Y/n just glared, gaze unmoving.

“Holy shit,” Gaz whispered, glancing between y/n and Valeria, “It’s her, isn’t it?”

Y/n’s eyes softened in confusion, turning her attention to Gaz, “Pardon?”

The rest of the team seemed to come to the same realization as him, moments before he spoke, “Her. She’s Her. You said you had a romance with a soldier while stationed in Mexico, a soldier who went missing. With what Alejandro said, the stories line up, Valeria is the woman you were in love with, isn’t she?”

Y/n broke eye contact, slightly embarrassed, still enraged, altogether hot in the face as she stared at the floor. “Yeah,” she admitted hesitantly, “yeah, it’s her.”

Valeria’s eyes were stuck to her down-trodden form, smirking at the fact that she now knew; y/n had talked about her. Y/n talked about her to her team. A sweet little thought.

“Nothing to be ashamed about,“ Valeria spoke cockily, “you sure weren’t ashamed of it when we were in love.”

When we were in love.

The words stung. The wound was old, yet here it had been ripped open as if it had happened mere days ago.

“Yeah, well that was before you left me to join the cartel.”

Valeria scoffed, “Join it? Please, I fucking run it. Besides, I think you forget that you’re the one who left.”

As the tension rose between the former lovers, the atmosphere in the room became rather awkward. The 141, the Vaqueros, and the few Shadows who were in the room sat staring dumbly at each other, wondering just how long they should let this go on

“You wanna go there? As I recall, you left weeks before I was deployed on what I thought was a mission. Turns out you went off with your little druggie friends to play gangster. I called the base a million times, they told me you were dead!”

Valeria stood from her seat abruptly, causing everyone else in the room to reach for their guns. Neither y/n, nor Valeria stood down. Y/n gestured for the others to leave the room, they hesitated but eventually followed her command. Now face to face, feeling each other’s breaths on their cheeks, the two seethed.

“I bet you would have liked that, huh?” Valeria started, eyes set into a deep glare, “me being dead would have made this so much easier for you, no loose ends.”

If y/n didn’t know any better, she would think this was Valeria trying to get y/n to kill her, death before snitching after all. But y/n knew her, knew suicide wasn’t her calling. This wasn’t a plead for death, this was a challenge. Fuck with me, I dare you.

Y/n’s lips turned downward into a gritty scowl. Even through her anger, tears managed to slip their way through her glaring eyes at the thought of her ever wanting Valeria dead.

“Never.” She whispered, voice cracking, “I cried every night for you for months, Valeria. I loved you so much, god, I still fuckin’ do.”

She reached into her shirt, pulling out two sets of dog tags and gripping tightly onto one of them. The ones she held, Valeria knew very well. They matched the ones she kept tucked under her shirt. An old pair that she had given to y/n way back when; they were the ones she was issued as a sergeant, before she reached lieutenant status and received the ones she currently wore all these years later.

And all at once, Valeria felt her heart shatter.

All these years she had spent letting her anger toward y/n fester and grow, thinking she had just abandoned her. All these years and yet all the while, y/n was devastated. They told y/n she died. Y/n thought she was dead. Y/n mourned her, cried for her, hurt for her. And here was Valeria, yelling at her.

She softened her stiff posture, cautiously reaching out for y/n. Valeria cupped y/n’s cheek, and for a while they just sat there like that. Time passed but it felt like nothing compared to the eternity they had missed together. Y/n finally looked up. In one fell swoop, Valeria crashed her lips to y/n’s

The kiss was all consuming, destroying any distractions in its path as the lovers made up for lost time. Caution was thrown to the wind with neither girl worried about their positions and duties. In this kiss they were not El Sin Nombre nor Sergeant l/n, they were just lovers. Just Valeria and y/n, reunited.

What felt like a million hours were lost in each other’s lips. As they separated, Valeria’s eyes opened, y/n’s stayed shut. Valeria stared, waiting for y/n to reveal her gorgeous eyes, yet when the moment finally came, it hurt. Y/n’s eyes shined with sorrow, something Valeria could see very clear.

Valeria tried to reach forward, but y/n stepped back, clearing her throat, “this,” she sighed deeply, fighting internally with herself, “this cannot happen again.”

She turned her back toward Valeria, knowing it would be too hard to look her in the eyes. Knowing she would lose all composure and fold. But she stayed strong, and in a few short steps, she was out of the room.

[foone]

Goldfinger is the most Bond movie, fight me.

Bond blows up a drug lab and then goes for vacation in Miami. He's told there's a gold smuggler there, so he stops him cheating at gin rummy by seducing his spy? Then Bond is talking shit about, of all hands, the Beatles, and then he's knocked out. When he comes to, oh no! The spy girl is dead. She was killed with BODYPAINT. No, not poisoned body paint or anything, the film just says that body paint itself can kill you.

So Bond goes back to London, and they send him to learn more by playing golf with Goldfinger, the smuggler. Goldfinger tries to cheat, Bond stops him, then Goldfinger's henchmen shows how strong he is by crushing golfballs.

So Bond goes to Switzerland and meets a girl who turns out to be the sister of the dead body painted spy girl, and she's trying to kill Goldfinger. She fails, dying to the henchman's DEADLY HAT, and Bond is strapped to a table about to get his dick lasered off. He lies that his organization knows something they don't, so Goldfinger decides not to kill him.

Bond gets flown to a stud farm in Kentucky by a pilot named Pussy Galore. Bond wakes up, hears her name, and goes "I must be dreaming"

At the stud farm, Goldfinger is telling a bunch of mafia guys his plan: he's gonna use knockout gas on the whole city where Fort Knox is, then run off with the gold reserves. The mafia guys say "this is stupid", one leaves (he gets put in a car that goes through a car crusher) and then Goldfinger gasses them all, to death.

Bond goes to Goldfinger and points out this is an impossible plan: they'll never get all the gold out in time, the army will just show up from some other town and stop them. Goldfinger goes "of course! That would be silly. I'm just gonna nuke the gold."

Yeah he's already got a lot of gold, which will be much more valuable if a huge portion of the world's gold gets blown up/irradiated. And that knockout gas? It's just deadly poison.

Anyway the plan is launched, and Pussy Galore's All Female Flying Circus sprays gas over the city and we see all the army guards falling over dead, and Goldfinger's minions place the bomb in the vault of Fort Knox... Then the army guys get back up! They're not dead!

Yeah it seems Bond seduced her and convinced her to tell the authorities about the plot and also swap the Deadly Poison for something harmless.

Bond gets locked in the vault with the nuke and deadly hat guy, as Goldfinger's minions fight the army, with Goldfinger dressing up as a US Army general to escape.

Bond manages to kill the hat guy by electrocuting him through the hat, and Bond rushes over to figure out how to stop the bomb, as the timer counts down. He's lost, but fortunately a specialist from the army comes in and just hits a switch, stopping the bomb at 007 seconds to go.

With the army in control of the situation, Bond gets on a plane with Pussy Galore to go meet the President (given when this film was made, that'd be Lyndon B. Johnson) but then Goldfinger pops up. He's hijacked the plane, and he's got a gun!

They fight for the gun, and a window ends up getting shot out, and Goldfinger (who is not a small man) gets sucked out the plane window.

Bond and Pussy parachute out, and decide to ditch THE PRESIDENT in order to have sex in the woods, even as a rescue helicopter flies over them.

Credits roll.

It's just endlessly silly and over the top and fun.

Two final notes:

1. The whole thing of stealing vs nuking the gold is a change from the book. In the book, he was just gonna steal the gold, but the movie changes it to the nuke plot, but puts the idea to steal it in the film as an "obviously silly idea that would never work", which is slightly hilarious to me

2. The film also drops the fact that Pussy Galore is supposed to be a lesbian. This is certainly for the best, given that Bond still seduces her into betraying her boss. It's still somewhat implied in the film, though.

[thedeviltohisangel]

Interlude fluff idea of Cass celebrating Bucky’s birthday? Google tells me he’s born on September 8th which I think is around Episode 4 so I like the idea of she knows it’s happening without him telling her (she’s a spy after all….)

Oh I would love if Cass gets her hands on John's personnel file and never tells him but just casually mentions things to see if he notices or asks and she just bats her eyelashes and giggles and twists him around her finger a little more.

BIRTHDAY FLUFF!

I HC that Cass is actually really good in the kitchen so she definitely works to procure ingredients for a cake (in France or Belgium or Germany on her missions she is picking up odds and ends for it with him in mind) and she asks the local pub if she can borrow the kitchen for a night and John is always so thoughtful and romantic towards her I would love if the roles switched a little bit.

She has Gale bring him by and he thinks its for a night of drinking and dancing and the whole ride he's like "where's Cass, she's the only one I want to see on my birthday" and she had woken him up with her head under the sheets and he had fucked her while she was still warm from sleep and bathing in the rare english sunshine but he hadn't seen her since and he was desperate to hold her and kiss her.

John stands outside the pub and watches Gale leave with a smile and is about to chase after him when he hears the soft sounds of a record player coming from the pub. Now that he thinks about, he can smell something delicious too and there are candles on the tables that weren't there last time.

And Cass is in the doorway wearing a new dress that pushes her breasts up in a sinful way and her hair is bouncing as she reaches for his hand and she has on a little apron and it looks so domestic and beautiful that John thinks of retiring right then and there to ensure he would have this sight forever.

"Happy birthday, Flyboy." And he probably kisses the lipstick off her before they are even through the door and he's not sure to respond to the candles and the flowers and the glass of champagne she traded a resistance fighter for and "I know you probably wanted a big party or something but I haven't been able to cook or bake in so long and I thought it would be nice to-" and she's rambling because she's nervous he's silent because it's not what he wanted for his birthday and maybe she should have just let them all pass out drunk at the social club and-

"You cooked for me?"

"Tried my hand at pot roast. Said it's your favorite. Baked a cake too." And he WHINES and MEWLS as he kisses her and she's laughing at how eager he is to try and say how thankful he is for her and their corner of the world and his fingers are just about to unclip her stockings when a timer goes off.

"Ignore it, baby, I want you for dinner instead."

[trainsinanime]

I know I'm a bit late to this debate, but I just want to say:

The Bubbler is the pilot episode, not Stormy Weather

I don't care about production order or which one aired first in France, that stuff is unreliable anyway, especially so in the early seasons. No, what matter is that the episode is clearly written like a pilot.

The opening of the episode introduces us to Marinette and her initial defining characteristic: She's in love with Adrien, whose birthday it is today. We also get introduced to Sabine and get shown Marinette's relationship with her, which, true to form for any pilot, is a bit off—Marinette has to clean up her room, else her mom will do it and snoop around for hidden journals. It's playful, but it's not something we ever see again. That's the way it goes with pilot episodes sometimes.

Then we also see Adrien and his relationship to his dad and with Nathalie, and the defining things here. Again, it's a bit off. This Nathalie, who either didn't know or forgot that she has to buy Adrien's birthday gift, is clearly not the same woman who hunted for the Miraculous as part of a doomed love triangle while trying to create him from magic.

We also get Nino (considerably more child-like here than later on) and his relationship with Adrien; Alya and her relationship with Marinette; Chloé and her relationship with both Adrien and Marinette. It's all very basic setup stuff and that's the point.

This still applies when we see Ladybug and Chat Noir, and are introduced to their dynamic. The episode even takes the time to have Ladybug do something selfish and pointless (switch the record) just so we get an opportunity to talk about the five-minute timer and recharging your Kwamis.

And most importantly, the akumatisation is also all about Adrien, Gabriel and Nino and how they relate to each other. Season 1 is full of one-off akuma characters whose personal pain is only tangentially relevant to us, but Bubbler is absolutely not that.

Stormy Weather has none of that. It's main plot is about characters (Mireille and Aurore) who we don't know, who don't matter and even don't get a proper introduction. The B-plot is a bit about Adrinette, but also a lot about Marinette's relationship with Manon, who hardly counts as a core part of the group. Characters like Gabriel (in normal form), Nathalie and Chloé don't even appear. It's still a fun episode, but it doesn't do anywhere as much setup as Bubbler did.

The Bubbler was written like a pilot episode, and that's why I will continue to treat it as such. And no, you're right, this does not matter at all, I just wanted to say it anyway.

[kumezyzo]

sap finding out you’re pregnant (angst ver.)

omg omg omg.... someone asked for it... im- im- thank you 🥲 afab!reader

anyway, enjoy! or dont... :) m.list

when you first have a suspision of being pregnant, you tell bf!sapnap immediately.

"wait, you think youre pregnant?" he asks with a concerned look. you bit your lip and nodded, fidgeting with your hands.

"i know we're really young and if you think we're not ready, im okay with not keeping it. i completely get whatever you feel like doing, i just needed to tell you even before i knew for sure-"

"jesus christ, yn, you scared the fuck out of me," he laughed nervously. "so, youre not pregnant?"

"i dont know," you reiterate nervously. you look at him as if youre asking for help. "i just wanted to tell you in case. im kinda panicking here."

"why havent you taken a test yet then?" he asked as if it were obvious.

"i dont have any, i wanted to go with you," you tell him, embarrassment filling you. "but if you dont want-"

"no, its fine," he sighed. he cupped your face, leaning in and kissing your forehead. "lets go."

bf!sapnap who held your hand on the drive to the pharmacy.

the entire drive was silent. not even music floating through the air to calm your nerves. every once in a while, you would look over to nick. hoping he would give you some sort of reassurance. instead, he kept his eyes on the road, tapping the steering wheel to the best of a song you couldnt make out.

when you pulled into the parking lot, you felt a strange mood set in. he parked the car, looking at the building. you waited for him to turn off the car but he never did. just as you were about to say something, he spoke up.

"are you gonna go?"

"what?"

"inside? why are you waiting?"

you cleared your throat awkwardly as you opened your car door wordlessly. walking inside, you gave the cashier a smile as they greeted you.

you walked through the isles, your mind think up the worst case scenarios. it made you want to cry and melt into a puddle in the middle of the pharmacy.

bf!sapnap who doesnt say anything when you get back inside the car. instead, he just drives back in the direction of the house.

you reach over to hold his hand. he gives you a tight lipped smile before looking back on the road. not even two minutes later, he pulled his hand away as he switched lanes.

you expected him to hold your hand again. but he never did.

bf!sapnap who waits with you after you've peed on the test. he seems more stressed than you. checking the timer ever few seconds.

you sat on the closed toilet seat as nick was leaned up against the counter, refusing to look at you. you kept your eyes on him, silently pleading him to say something. reasure you, talk to you, even look in your direction.

when the timer goes off, your heart is pounding through your ears. and nick immediately looks at the test. he takes in a deep breath as you look at it yourself. two lines, one a bright pink. the other faint but clear and visible.

"oh my-"

"gimme the box," he says abruptly, keeping his eyes on the pink lines. you look at him with concern as you reach for the box. he takes it from you and reads the back of the box frantically.

you take a step back as your mind starts racing. you cover your mouth as your eyes start filling with tears. nick standing still as his eyes dart back and forth between the used test and the box.

"fuck," he groans, tossing the box on the counter as he lifts his hat to run a hand through his hair. "fuck this."

"what are we- i dont- what should we do?" you ask in a wobbly voice. he turns around and looks at you like you asked the most ridiculous question you could think up.

"yn, we cant have a child. what do you mean 'what should we do?'," he sighs, realizing how you were beginning to spiral. "look, i love you, but we cant have a fucking kid. we're way too fucking young."

you blink at him, a tear falling from your eyes that you try to quickly wipe away. you nod, completely understanding. you look away, wraping your arm around you as you try to comfort yourself.

as soon as you find out you're growing a child, you've had to mourn it too. and nick watched you, practically watching your mind running a million miles a minute.

"look, its your body. if you want to carry it to term, put it up for adoption or get an abortion, im completely behind you," he says stepping closer to you, placing his arms on your shoulders. "but we cannot keep it. im too busy. we are too young."

you nod, shutting your eyes as if to stop the tears from forming. you purse your lips before launching yourself into him, clinging onto him desperately as you sob into his shoulder.

nick sighed and hugged you back, whispering into your ear about how everything will turn out fine. because as far as he knows, you two will be fine.

it short but i didnt really know where to take it. im leaving it open ended for anyone that wants to request something. and i wrote this so fuckin fast 😭😭

i kinda wanted it to be a different level of asshole for him but then it would be ooc. and i didnt feel like doing that. so yea. thats it... -nony