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professional-spectator · 2 months ago

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Hey there, it's IDK! I usually stick to writing in the third person, but I thought I'd try something a little different this time. If you want to imagine yourself as the reader, go right ahead! Though, fair warning, I've never been the best at those kinds of stories, haha.

The character in this story is someone I came up with, an OC who's in their mid-twenties. They're a total fangirl at heart, can be a bit of a crybaby, and sometimes struggle with self-doubt. They actually have a name, but they can't quite remember it—there's a reason for that, which you'll discover later on when they get a new one.

I'm a huge Cyno fan and proudly main him in the game, so of course, he's going to be a part of this story! I absolutely love Sumeru, and I feel like there aren't enough fanfics set there, especially ones that focus on Cyno. I'm still deciding whether to make this a series, so please let me know what you think!

Okay, here's the little disclaimer and a heads-up: I don't own Hoyoverse, Genshin Impact, or anything related to them.

And a big thank you to @arn9tails for letting me use their Genshin size difference AU as the basis for this fanfic. The idea that Teyvat isn't scaled to Earth but is actually much, much larger really fascinated me—it's a pretty scary thought, isn't it? I also really liked the idea that people from Earth aren't resistant to it, which is what sparked this whole thing.

Also, just a quick heads-up: this story touches on some serious and sensitive subjects. It's inspired by SAGAU (Self-Aware Genshin Impact Alternative Universe), isekai themes, different isekai worlds, creation myths, and fanfiction in general.

Chapter1- Attack on Genshin:

"I find beauty in the way hair turns grey, how nervous feet sway, and eyes full of dust still stare at the day, still happy in the rain."

Grasping the microphone, I poured my heart out, butchering "Sweet Taste" by Smol Fish. Lottie, my best friend since high school, cheered me on with wild enthusiasm.

"You go girl!" she yelled, her voice a familiar comfort. Just then, the drinks and appetizers arrived, a welcome distraction from my off-key rendition.

"It's been a while since we've had a 'us' night, huh?" I said, sinking back into my seat and stuffing a chip in my mouth. Time had flown by, carrying us in different directions.

"Married...I still can't believe you're married..." I mused. I wasn't even thirty yet, but in my mid-twenties, half of my closest friends were either married and pregnant or chasing their dream jobs. Meanwhile, I was still at the same job I'd had since graduating high school. College hadn't worked out; my parents had fallen ill, and even though I wasn't the eldest, I was the only one who stayed to care for them.

"I know..." Lottie smiled, her eyes filled with understanding. "You deserve a break, [Name]." I couldn't argue with that.

"Oh! The anime convention is in two weeks! Let's go...and cosplay Bleach like old times?" I suggested, a spark of excitement igniting within me. I'd be Rukia, and she'd be my Orihime, my sister from another mister.

"Sisters..." she echoed, a nostalgic smile gracing her lips.

"Sisters..." I repeated, oblivious to the fact that this simple suggestion would soon unravel into a nightmare. As we stepped out of the karaoke room, our phones buzzed in unison. A new alert flashed across the screen.

"Scientists claim to have found a portal to your favorite games, anime.." the reporter announced, his tone laced with skepticism. We dismissed it as a joke, laughing at the absurdity of the notion. If only we had taken it seriously then.

"Really? Maybe we can travel the stars..." she laughed, nudging my shoulder.

"Oh yeah, I can finally become Jing Yuan's wife..." I declared proudly. He was, of course, my beloved main from Honkai Star Rail.

"I wanna be Jing Yuan's wife..." she countered, a playful glint in her eyes.

"I called it first..." I retorted, laughing. Lottie pouted, feigning disappointment.

"How about we form a harem? We could be sister wives..." Lottie added.

A moment of silence hung in the air, followed by a burst of maniacal laughter.

"Aren't you married?!" I shouted, clutching my stomach.

"Okay, but Jamie loves him too...we can all share..."

We continued to laugh at the ridiculousness of the joke.

"Fine, I get Sunday and Tuesday..you Fridays and Saturday." I conceded, shaking my head in amusement.

Lottie's suggestion hung in the air, innocent enough: "What about Genshin?" Little did I know that those simple words would unravel into a nightmare two weeks from now, especially cruel considering Genshin Impact held a special place in my heart. If only I, Lottie, or anyone, had heeded the warning signs... but I'm getting ahead of myself.

"Well, you know there's only one man for me in Genshin..." I declared, brandishing my car keys like a scepter, emphasizing my unwavering devotion to Sumeru's stoic General Mahamatra, the Cyno Key chain.

Lottie just rolled her eyes, a familiar gesture. "Of course, Cyno..."

"He's been my main since Dvalin, my husbando..." I laughed, a sound that usually bubbled with genuine affection.

Lottie sighed, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "At least he's a protector..."

I couldn't resist a playful jab.

"Zhongli and Neuvillette..." Lottie answered, her choices.

"Old men... you gold digger..." I teased, knowing exactly how to get a rise out of her.

"Jamie likes them too..." she retorted, referencing her husband, Jamie, who often mirrored her taste in fictional characters.

It started as a joke, a silly, late-night murmur. That evening, I found myself driving Lottie home, the city lights blurring past the windshield. Earlier, the day had taken a sharp, unwelcome turn when my dad fell ill. Four missed voicemails screamed from my phone, each a tiny hammer blow to my already frayed nerves. My aunt needed help, of course she did, and naturally, I stepped up, the ever-reliable daughter. I cleaned up the mess, the acrid smell of vomit clinging to the air, and coaxed him into taking his medicine.

"You're a good daughter; God will bless you..." my father had rasped, his voice weak. But between you and me, in that moment, I felt anything but good. I felt like I was failing. I should have been there, present, not juggling a million responsibilities. A wave of longing washed over me, a desperate yearning for my mother's familiar, comforting hug.

"We're fine..." I repeated the mantra, a fragile shield against the encroaching darkness.

Later, the house was quiet, the only sound my own stifled sobs. My parents were asleep, oblivious to the storm raging inside me. I sat hunched over my computer, mindlessly moving the Cyno avatar around on the screen, the vibrant colors a stark contrast to the grayness of my mood. I think back to how utterly pathetic I felt then, a prisoner in my own life.

"I wish Genshin was real..." The words slipped out, a whispered plea into the silent room. I hated my life at that moment, the weight of it crushing me. I was in my mid-twenties, stuck in a frustrating limbo, neither pretty nor ugly, just…average. Tan skin, dark feathered hair that always seemed to fall in my face, and ordinary brown eyes hidden behind big, thick glasses because the thought of contacts terrified me. On the plus side, I suppose, the older I got, the younger I looked. I was a size large or extra-large—a husky, plump woman, as my grandmother used to say.

Lost in the game, my fingers danced across the screen, skillfully guiding Cyno through a difficult fight. A soft, wistful thought, like a gentle breeze from Sumeru, drifted into my mind: "If only Teyvat were real..."

A wave of regret washed over me, a familiar ache gripping my heart. "If only my life was different..." This lament echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of the past's unchangeable nature. I felt powerless, a mere observer in my own story. "If only you were real..."

Sumeru held a special, almost sacred, place in my heart. It was my favorite region in Teyvat, a vibrant land full of mystery and wonder. And the characters! Cyno was my absolute favorite, followed closely by Tighnari, Alhaitham, and Kaveh—the core four. Beyond them, many other beloved characters shone brightly: Sethos, Wanderer, Faruzan, Nilou, Layla, Dehya, Nahida, and even Dori. I fiercely defended Dori, a lone supporter convinced that I alone truly understood her motives. A belief, I would soon learn, based on complete and utter delusion.

I devoured countless Isekai fanfics, losing myself in their fantastical worlds. I even explored Sagau and similar genres, my hunger for the extraordinary seemingly endless. Arrogantly, and foolishly, I thought I had a deeper, more sophisticated understanding than all those authors. I told myself that if I were ever transported to an Isekai world, I wouldn't just survive; I would thrive. I would easily become friends with the Sumeru group, becoming an essential part of their lives.

This was pure hubris, a dangerous mix of arrogance and naiveté. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared me for what was about to happen.

The day of the anime convention dawned. I remember the thrill as we stepped into that kaleidoscope of colors and sounds. I'd meticulously assembled my Rukia cosplay, while Lottie had blossomed into the gentle Orihime. Jamie, Lottie's husband, completed our Bleach trio as Ichigo. He was partly there to meet his favorite voice actor, but more importantly, to bask in Lottie's infectious enthusiasm. Ever the supportive friend, Jamie also volunteered to carry our bags, a kindness I would soon recognize as indispensable. Never once did Jamie or Lottie make me feel like a tag-along; their friendship embraced me as one of their own.

"Genshin Merch ohhh!!!" Jamie's voice boomed, laced with playful zeal, as he tugged us toward a booth overflowing with treasures. A mischievous grin danced across his face.

"Look, babe, we can share..." he said, brandishing a Zhongli body pillow with a wink that could charm the stars. Lottie erupted in laughter, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Look, (Name)," Jamie called, now gesturing towards a rather distinguished Genshin Impact Resplendent Feast Series Cyno figure in a suit—elegant without being overtly suggestive. Little did I know that this would be one of the last times I'd hear my actual name spoken. I wish I could claim to be the responsible adult my parents believed me to be, but alas, that was not the case. Without a moment's hesitation, I slapped down eighty dollars.

"Sold..." I declared, a mischievous glint mirroring Jamie's own.

The convention, enjoyable as it was, felt strangely intimate, the crowd thinner than usual. An odd unease hung in the air, a subtle disquiet fueled by whispers of a bizarre phenomenon. Missing person reports had spiked, but most dismissed it as media hype, sensationalism amplified by the echo chambers of the internet. TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, YouTube—all were awash with videos: colossal hands emerging from tunnels, looming over bridges, even descending from the sky. Like many, I'd initially scoffed, attributing it to AI trickery, deepfakes, or some elaborate political stunt. A decision I now deeply regret.

Fragments of conversations drifted back to me now, snippets about a scientist, a name I couldn't quite grasp. I wish I'd paid closer attention. He'd been ranting about portals, gateways to fictional realms, dismissed as the ramblings of a madman. Some hailed him as a whistleblower, especially after his untimely death just days after a television report detailing his outlandish claims.

I distinctly remember a vendor's offhand remark: "A portal to an anime world... imagine being in Dragon Ball, dating Android 18 or Bulma!"

"Sebastian from Black Butler, I adore him..." another had sighed dreamily. We'd all chuckled, treating it as a harmless fantasy, a shared joke about escaping into idealized romances.

Around midday, Jamie, Lottie, and I decided to brave the outside world and explore the vendor booths. A surprisingly large crowd had congregated, their chatter a low hum of excitement and anticipation.

"Hey, what's that?" Lottie's voice cut through the noise, her eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. She was pointing towards something towering over the nearby buildings.

"A new art installation?" Jamie mused, nonchalantly sipping his boba tea. He seemed unfazed, attributing the spectacle to some quirky artistic endeavor.

"Hmmm?" I squinted, my mind still half-lost in the virtual world. "I've been playing too much Genshin; that looks like a treasure hoarder. See the insignia..." I pointed at the colossal figure, tilting my head, trying to make sense of it. It was then that I noticed it. The "statue" was breathing. A slow, deliberate rise and fall of its massive chest. "Wait a minute...."

If only I had noticed sooner, perhaps things would have turned out differently.

The earth began to tremble, a low rumble that quickly escalated into a violent shaking. Then, the unthinkable happened: the statue moved. It walked. A gaping portal ripped open the fabric of reality, and from it emerged giants, each burdened with bulging bags that strained at their seams. Jamie gasped, but Lottie could only manage a piercing scream. I, on the other hand, simply froze, my mind unable to process the scene unfolding before me. It felt as though I had been thrust into the world of Attack on Titan, witnessing the Colossal Titan peering over the wall. But I was no Levi, no Mikasa Ackerman, just a terrified bystander.

"(Name!!)" Lottie's voice cut through my fear-induced paralysis. I felt her soft hand grab mine, pulling me forward. Jamie, ever pointed towards a potential escape route. In that moment, our purses, our shopping bags, all the newly purchased merchandise became utterly insignificant. Survival was the only thing that mattered. But our desperate sprint was short-lived. The giant treasure hoarders, as I now thought of them, surrounded us, their massive forms penning us in like chickens in a henhouse. We were confronted by a forest of legs, impossibly long legs that seemed to stretch for miles into the sky. Lottie was grabbed first, a small squeak escaping her lips as she was lifted into the air. Jamie followed soon after, his face a mask of terror. Then, it was my turn. I was plucked from the ground with surprising ease, and without ceremony, we were all tossed into one of the bulging bags, landing on top of each other in a tangled heap.

The bag was completely full, its contents pressing uncomfortably against my back. Lottie, Jamie, and I were being jostled around, crammed so tightly with others that breathing was a struggle. Abruptly, the world flipped, and we were unceremoniously dumped onto a bed of rough hay. I blinked, trying to adjust to the poor lighting. We were in what appeared to be a chicken coop.

"Where are my new Mora makers..." The voice cut through the air, sending a shiver down my spine. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. I recognized that voice. Looking up, my eyes widened in disbelief. It was Dori, Dori Sangemah Bay directly from my favorite game, Genshin Impact. Dori Sangemah Bay, the very same playable Electro character who owned The Palace of Alcazarzaray and was famous as a merchant who could acquire anything for the right price. "Lord Sangemah Bay," as she was known. And there she was.

Dori seemed gigantic before me, towering over the pen. Her pale skin glowed in the dim light, her golden-brown eyes gleaming with shrewdness. Her short, pink hair framed her face, and perched on her nose were those unmistakable small glasses with reddish lenses and gold diamond-shaped frames. I knew them so well from countless hours playing the game. She wasn't looking at me specifically, but at all of us in the pen, regarding us as... well, as her little Mora makers.

"This is such a cute bunch..." Her gaze swept over us, eventually stopping on Jamie. Poor Jamie, Lottie's kind husband and a close friend, looked like he was about to pass out.

"You're perfect to send to Lady Furina..."

My mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. This was Dori. Which meant... this had to be Teyvat. And if Dori was planning to send Jamie to Fontaine... Lottie stood beside me, her face a blank slate of confusion, mirroring my own. Teyvat wasn't real. These characters weren't supposed to be giants.

What on earth was happening? Before either of us could speak, before we could even begin to comprehend the impossible reality unfolding around us, we were separated. I was grabbed and tossed, along with ten others, into another pen. I had no idea where Jamie or Lottie had gone. The new pen reeked of a sharp, chemical odor. I could tell these were Dori's servants or workers. They marched in, faces covered by gas masks, carrying spray canisters of some kind. A noxious cloud filled the pen, and the last thing I saw was the swirling mist before everything faded to black.

I awoke to a world swimming in confusion, the rough wood of a crate pressing against my skin. Disorientation clung to me like a shroud; memories, like frightened birds, had flown from their roost. Where was I? How had I gotten here? It seemed I'd been hurled into the unforgiving present. My fellow prisoners were an odd bunch. One was purring. The others were lost in a daze, their eyes vacant. Had I been kidnapped? Was this Teyvat? Sold, perhaps, by the sly Dori? A throbbing ache pulsed behind my eyes, a painful counterpoint to the unsettling silence.

"Hey..." I croaked, my voice raspy. I snapped my fingers, trying to pierce their stupor, but they remained unresponsive. A wave of my hand before their faces yielded nothing. They were lost, adrift in some inner sea.

"Huh?" I muttered, frustration bubbling within me.

I turned my attention to the crate, my fingers tracing the outline of a loose wooden bar. Hope flickered. I might be weak, a victim of noodle arms and perpetually skipped leg days, but I wasn't helpless. I began to fidget with the bar, pulling, tugging, wrestling with the unyielding wood. Time stretched, each moment an eternity of strained muscles and muttered curses.

"It's loose..." I grumbled, despair threatening to engulf me. My luck, as always, was abysmal. But then, the world lurched. Whatever beast was carrying our prison hit a bump, and the crate bucked. I tumbled out, the rough sand and gravel offering a meager cushion against the fall. Pain exploded in my arm, a throbbing reminder of my predicament. I wanted to scream, to unleash the torrent of fear and frustration, but the massive underside of a Sumpter Beast loomed above, its heavy hooves threatening to crush me. I swallowed the sound, forcing it down with a shudder. The earth trembled, a relentless, bone-jarring vibration that seemed to last an eternity. Long after the caravan, an hour-long procession of monstrous beasts and rattling carts, had passed, I lay there, stunned, the taste of dust and fear clinging to the back of my throat.

I desperately wished I could wake up, that this was all just a horrible, realistic nightmare. But when I looked up, my heart jumped into my throat. A massive, ravenous, flying serpent was swooping down towards me. My arm throbbed with a sharp, insistent pain that suggested it might be broken.

In the game, I routinely hunted these creatures, turning them into a readily available food source without a second thought. Now, it seemed the universe, in a cruel twist of fate, had decided I should face the consequences of my actions. I ran, fleeing in my absurd cosplay robe, flip-flops slapping against the sand, socks bunching uncomfortably. It was coming for me, a scene straight out of one of those old nature documentaries where the predator always catches its prey. Suddenly, something larger, a blur of golden, reddish-brown fur, leaped out and snatched the serpent from the sand. It was one of those adorable desert foxes that fans always raved about. But now, covered in blood, it looked both cute and terrifying.

The desert wind whipped at my back. Tears blurred my vision as I ran, a desperate flight fueled by fear and adrenaline. I stumbled, my legs heavy, until a crumbling structure loomed in the distance – a ruin that offered a sliver of hope, a promise of sanctuary. But the hope was a mirage. As I drew closer, the ruin opened into a hidden chamber, revealing two figures cloaked in the unmistakable garb of Akademiya scholars. My heart plummeted. I knew those uniforms; I had spent countless hours immersed in this world, in this game. But this was no game. Their eyes, devoid of warmth or recognition, fixed on me not as a fellow human, but as some strange, unknown creature.

"Shhh!" a voice hissed, cutting through the silence. "You'll scare it away..."

"Careful," another voice followed, laced with a predatory anticipation. "If we want to catch it..."

Panic seized me, cold and sharp. Slowly, I began to back away, my mind reeling. What were they doing here, in this forgotten place? I didn't want to know. Everything felt wrong, twisted. Teyvat, the world of Genshin Impact, had been my escape, my comfort. Now, it was a terrifying reality, a land of giants and monsters. My best friends had taken to who-knows-where. And now, I was being hunted, pursued by the scholars of the Akademiya, in a world that had become a nightmare.

I ran, my breath catching in my throat, the relentless desert wind whipping at my face. Behind me, the pursuing scholars were gaining ground, their angry shouts echoing through the ancient ruin. Each grain of sand felt like an accusation, the oppressive heat a physical weight pressing down on me. I silently begged for salvation, for anyone to intervene and pull me from this nightmare. Then, without warning, I slammed into something as unyielding as a brick wall. A jolt of pain shot up my arm, and a cry escaped my lips as I stumbled backward, landing hard on the unforgiving ground.

Before me, two enormous feet stood planted in the sand. I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying to deny the reality of what I was about to see. But curiosity, or perhaps a morbid sense of self-preservation, forced me to look up. And there he was. Cyno. My favorite character, the one I had painstakingly saved Primogems for, the one I had cheered for when he finally appeared on the banner. But this wasn't the Cyno I knew. This Cyno was larger than life, a towering figure of imposing power. His sunset-red eyes, usually so captivating, now burned with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. The jackal headdress seemed less like a symbol of authority and more like a mask of terrifying judgment.

The scholars finally caught up, their triumphant expressions fading as they took in the scene before them. I, however, was paralyzed, trapped in a vortex of disbelief and fear. This had to be a dream, a twisted nightmare conjured from the depths of my subconscious. A giant Cyno? It was absurd. A desperate part of me clung to the hope that my water had been spiked, that I was hallucinating, that this bizarre version of Teyvat was nothing more than a figment of my overactive imagination.

"Crap!" one of the scholars exclaimed, his voice laced with panic.

"It's the General Mahamatra..."

It was clear these scholars were involved in something illicit, and Cyno had arrived to deliver justice. I, a mere genshin player, fan girl lost in this distorted reality, had no business being caught in the crossfire. Yet, I remained frozen, unable to break free from the spell of terror that held me captive. Like King Kong seizing Fay Wray in the classic movie, I watched in horror as his massive hand reached for me. My mind screamed, "Run! Run, you idiot!" But my legs refused to obey, my brain overloaded with a mixture of fear and disbelief. And then, in a moment that defied all logic, I found myself scooped up and unceremoniously deposited inside a large sack, slung over his broad shoulder.

It was the second time I'd been unceremoniously tossed into a bag. I couldn't quite recall how long I'd been in there, jostled amidst their belongings like a forgotten trinket. A muffled series of thuds and whacks suggested he was fighting someone, somewhere. Had I not been the size of a doll or a cat, I might have been a fan girl, caught up in the drama. But my brain short-circuited, going straight into autopilot. My thoughts drifted to my parents; if I wasn't there, who would help them with everything? Yes, I complained, a lot, but beneath the surface, I loved them dearly. And what about Lottie and Jamie? They'd been taken, just like me. Who knew where they were now, or if they were even safe? The air in the bag was thick, dark, and humid, and I was on the verge of passing out when, suddenly, a bright light sliced through the darkness. The bag was open, and the hot, dry desert air rushed in. A hand snaked in and grabbed the back of my robe, pulling me towards the unknown.

Terror washed over me as I stared up at the gigantic figure towering above. Cyno was an absolute giant, making me feel as small as a kitten. Under normal circumstances, I might have admired him, perhaps even drooled or grinned like an idiot. But destiny had other plans. I was trapped, held tightly in Cyno's grasp—my favorite Genshin character—like a rat caught in a trap.

I looked down at the ground, which now seemed impossibly far away. Only Cyno's tight grip on my robe kept me from plummeting to my death. My arms and legs flailed uselessly, like a broken puppet. I wished I could faint, to escape this horrible situation, but instead, I was overcome with pure panic.

"Wahhhhhhh!!" I screamed, but the sound was a weak squeak, lost in the enormity of my fear.

"Please, sir! Have mercy! I don't want to die!" My voice, strained and high-pitched, sounded completely desperate, even to my own ears. I was begging, trying to reason with a power far beyond my own.

"Please, I have a family! A sick father, a sick mother! I'm still a virgin; I haven't even gotten married yet..." Each scream, each desperate plea, only highlighted how pathetic I was, painting a picture of complete helplessness. In that moment, I found myself confessing all my sins and pleading for forgiveness.

Cyno, his mind a whirlwind of calculations and strategic assessments, found his gloved hand gripping the peculiar fabric of the small human's clothing. His mission was clear: apprehend the three scholars who had dared to dabble in forbidden knowledge. He certainly hadn't factored in the discovery of a "mini human," as they were often called. His initial thought, as always, was to adhere to protocol and deliver the creature to the hallowed halls of the Akademiya.

The Akademiya, in its collective wisdom (or perhaps, Cyno mused, its collective prejudice), generally regarded these diminutive beings as inferior. This stemmed from the unfortunate reality that most rescued individuals, hailing from the depths of Sumeru's forests and other untamed regions, exhibited disconcerting animalistic tendencies, often mimicking the behaviors of canines or felines. But this one… this one was different. It spoke in coherent sentences, albeit punctuated by a pathetic whimper that tugged at something deep within Cyno's stoic exterior.

He knew, of course, that owning "mini humans" was a practice outlawed in Mondstadt, Sumeru, and Natlan. Yet, in the bustling ports of Liyue, the electric streets of Inazuma, the elegant courts of Fontaine, and the frozen wastes of Snezhnaya, ownership was permitted, even encouraged, creating a thriving, albeit morally questionable, market. Cyno's brow furrowed, not in judgment, but in curiosity. He noticed the unnatural angle of the human's arm, a clear indication of a fracture. A visit to Tighnari, the expert on all things biological and botanical, was undoubtedly necessary. But that would have to wait. The scholars were his priority. With a gentle hand, he carefully nestled the small human into the depths of his cloak pocket.

To be continued......maybe???

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atomicrebelfire · 28 days ago

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Glowsticks Optional, Regret Inevitable

Canon-adjacent | Set pre-7x06 | 118 chaos & clipboard spirals

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🚨 Emergency Meeting: Chimney’s Bachelor Party Planning 🚨 Operation: Bachelor Bash Location: 118 Loft Time: 14:00 hrs (delayed — Bobby is saying no to using the station, Buck is still pleading)

Attendees: ☑ Buck (self-appointed Party Chair, brings a clipboard) ☑ Eddie (regretting everything, still brought chips and chaos) ☑ Hen (visibly aging, fueled by caffeine and rage) ☑ Ravi (just happy to be included, adds unhinged enthusiasm) ☑ Bobby (staying out of it) ☐ Chim (the guest of honor, unaware, avoiding all calls)

Chim said “No bachelor party.” Buck heard: “Plan something unforgettable.”

So naturally, this turns into karaoke debates, neon panic, Miami Vice cosplay, and maybe a not-so-casual mention of Tommy.

This fic is: • Canon-compliant (set between 7x05–7x06) • A missing scene prequel to How to Invite Your Crush to a Party • Absolutely fueled by Buck’s clipboard-induced anxiety and Ravi’s fog machine dreams • About 20% party planning, 80% chaos

Excerpt Buck: “We’re throwing a party if it kills us.” Eddie: “Which it might.” Hen: “I swear to God, if this involves glitter again, I’m walking.”

I had to write more missing scenes—this crew was never going to pull off a chill planning session or party. I don’t regret anything, but my dog does. She’s not impressed. 😌 If you want Buck’s checklist or mood board, let me know—I might be in an indulging mood. Or if you’ve got a scene in mind? Shout at me

P.S. I was rewatching those chaotic early Season 7 episodes last night, and this basically wrote itself. If you’ve ever wondered how that party got planned… this is my imagination of the spiral behind the glitter. P.S. 2: Woahza… episode 8x14?? What a fire episode—literally. finally saw it today. I was on edge the entire time. It’s been a while since we’ve had something that intense and engaging. Can’t wait to see how it all wraps up next week. might rant about it later.

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justamessedupdisneyprincess · 11 months ago

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🗡️ 💙ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT BARLEY LIGHTFOOT💙🗡️

These are just my personal HCs. This is just a huge list or rather my personal wiki ALL about Barley. This list will have four different categories, the basics (birthday/sexuality etc), preferences (what he likes/dislikes), facts (random short facts about him), relationships (facts about his relationships with his friends and family) and history (facts about his childhood and high school years).

💙BASICS💙

He was born on the 3rd of August 2001

He is pansexual 🩷💛💙

He is neurodivergent

He is an extrovert

Dream job

His dream job would to become like a mercenary and go on many quests. Since that isn’t likely though he may become a mechanic.

Hobbies

His hobbies include: playing Quests of Yore, playing RPG video games, drawing (he is a traditional artist), writing (mostly poetry and songs but he has written some adventurous stories as well), playing guitar and writing his own songs, exploring and travelling in Guinevere, cosplay, LARPing, making and painting QOY figurines and miniatures to add to his games, fixing up broken things.

Talents

He is very good at drawing and painting traditionally but is hopeless with digital art, he can be a great actor as well, he is a surprisingly good cook as he did used to cook sometimes when Laurel was super busy or tired, he is a master of improvising and can work well with nothing but scrap.

Fears

He doesn’t fear much but he is afraid of the hospital, gelatinous cubes, and losing loved ones.

🥰Preferences😒

Loved food and drinks

He is a huge fan of junk food especially and he does also enjoy a lot of dairy. He loves a nice hearty meal. Some of his favourites meals are pizza (especially BBQ and ones with plenty of meaty toppings), burgers, burritos, nachos, pretty much anything with lots of cheese, roast meats and pies.

He enjoys some sweets too! He is nuts about chocolate and anything that is very chocolatey. He is also a big fan of doughnuts and pastries. He likes to drink soda and energy drinks. Overall his preferred diet may not look the healthiest.

His ultimate favourites are pizza, chocolate cake, fries covered in cheese, any sort of cheesy crisps like cheese puffs, any sort of cheesy snacks in general, fried griffin wings, roast ham, mountain doom drinks, Coca Cola and chocolate milkshakes.

Disliked/hated food and drinks

He is not a fan of anything that tastes bitter. He loved pretty much all chips and crisps but he isn’t a big fan of the ones that are vinegar flavoured. He dislikes most vegetables.

He especially hates meals that are nothing but vegetables, a warrior needs his protein he says! As for drinks he isn’t a huge fan of tea. He dislikes the taste of green tea.

Music

Barley LOVES rock and heavy metal! Electric guitar solos are his favourite. His loves a good rock opera as well.

Barley isn’t a fan of most pop songs. Occasionally he might find one he doesn’t mind though. He hates a song that is slow and quiet though. He NEEDS something he can bang his head to or play air guitar to.

Movies/shows

Barley of course loves ANY sort of adventure movie or series that has to do with olden days. He would be way into LOTR/Hobbit for example. He enjoys a lot of action but he does also secretly enjoy some romance because he is a softie (he won’t admit it though.).

He isn’t too fussy with genres but he isn’t a fan of anything that feels too sad. Because of that he may not be into post apocalyptic series (although he does enjoy the concepts of post apocalyptic) because he feels too bad for any of the characters that die. He can actually get shockingly emotional. He also doesn’t like ones that feel too slow, if not much is happening for a long while he gets bored easily, “where is the action?” He would say.

Books

Any classic old fairy tale or legend that was written back in the olden days. He likes stories about adventure but he doesn’t read much as he tends to be too busy with his other hobbies. He reads literally every QOY book or comic he can get his hands on though and always finds a way to make time for them! He also enjoys books that talk about history.

As for disliked books he doesn’t really have any so to say, he only focuses on the genres above and hasn’t tried any other. He thinks about trying out some more comics and even some manga someday though.

Style/clothes/furnishings

Barley obviously loves to rock an outfit that says “metal”. If a shirt has a print of a weapon or skull there is a high chance Barley will wear it. He isn’t too sure of wearing anything that might look a bit too cutesy though. He wants to look cool! The clothes he wears also has to be comfortable, he will never wear anything that isn’t.

He loves clothing and furniture with either a rocker’s vibe to it or something that looks old fashioned and mystical. He is not too fussed about colours but he does prefer darker colours over pastels, such as a dark blue, deep red or black. He loves to collect any old amour or weapons! He has grown quite the collection.

Barley is not a fan of a modern look or anything that is minimalist. One reason he dislikes a modern architecture is because it makes him feel like the world is drifting further and further away from its humble beginnings and as for minimalist he just finds it boring.

Activities

Barley loves all of his hobbies mentioned above but as for things he does not like to do, that would have to be a lot of chores. While he does love to draw and work on things to add to his game he actually isn’t into a lot of craft related activities. He enjoys colouring or things that are on paper but he doesn’t have the patience to sit still and knit or cross stitch. He is usually the type who is down for anything but he doesn’t do well in things that feel a bit too quiet, like yoga and meditation for example. He loves video games but he actually isn’t really into most cozy games as he personally gets bored from time to time, he loves the thrill of an adventure both in real life and in games! He isn’t a huge sports fan but he does enjoy playing some sport games from time to time, however he HATES fishing because he gets very impatient and bored.

📚Facts📚

Barley is a heavy sleeper, he can sleep through a hurricane! He also tends to be a night owl and can sleep in late at times. It is hard to wake him up!

As mentioned he loves to collect old amour and weapons, he has a huge collection now and he constantly wonders what adventures these old relics went on. He admires each and every one of them, even if some of them may be very rusty. He even gives them names just like he did with Guinevere!

He has an iron stomach, in both the sense he can handle gore and gross stuff shockingly well and he can eat slightly spoiled food or eat extreme amounts and be perfectly fine. Although he did have a few moments where he over did it. (It was mentioned in one of the Disney apps where he ate five buckets of fries and it didn’t end well). Regarding handling gross things or gore he can watch the most insane stuff, he can watch someone during an operation while snacking on cheese puffs just fine.

He actually secretly has a huge soft spot for animals, kids and cute things.

Barley doesn’t do a lot to take care of himself, he may avoid a shower every once in a while so he can focus on questing. On an average he showers once a day but it is not uncommon for him to miss just one day. This was implied in the movie as well.

Barley can sleep in his clothes just fine, he has even done that a few times if it’s been a long day.

Barley is a huge hugger and he gives the best hugs as well!

He may seem silly most of the time but he can be mature in other ways. While he seems impatient when it comes to what he is doing as of now he is very patient when it comes to others. Because of this he makes a great and understanding friend! He also tends to be very understanding and he never judges.

He has no fear of bugs, he just casually picks them up and lets them outside if they’re in the house. He has even held some huge spiders which always freaks out his family.

He isn’t the athletic type but he likes to go on walks, he takes his time and enjoys the scenery though, it’s not for exercise personally. He loves to explore new areas! He is very curious of the world around him and is thrilled to discover something new.

He actually knows how to play a lot of instruments and has studied music. He can read music notes as well.

When visiting a theme park he enjoys the extreme rides like roller coasters.

He is a huge fan of puns!

He loves riddles as well and likes to solve them and ask them. Although sometimes if you get it wrong multiple times he may drop a hint or two…usually in the form of ANOTHER riddle.

He is not only passionate about the past and preserving historical structures and relics, he often collects any litter he finds to help keep the streets clean enough. This is tied to his passion about the past as well, to keep the old kingdom clean of modern garbage. Sometimes he may find ways to repurpose the things he finds and has made some…bizarre things.

It’s not uncommon for Barley to help himself to a midnight snack. Depending on his mood sometimes he will snack on left overs from dinner or he might even make himself an ice cream sandwich.

He also has weird food habits. Some joke that he eats like a pregnant person at times! He gets cravings of things and they form into some bizarre combinations! He once made himself some toast and smothered it with ice cream for one example.

Barley is a big stress eater. He doesn’t normally get stressed though. (It was kind of implied in the movie when he tore through a bag of cheese puffs and went to get another snack when he got angry at Ian).

Barley is usually calm and cool but when he gets super angry he might punch at a few walls or posts. He has bruised his knuckles a few times when things got really rough.

Barley is the worst at lying, doesn’t matter what lie it is, what the circumstances are or who he may be lying too, he is just awful at it. (Was kind of implied in the movie as well at the beginning with Colt LOL)

Barley sometimes sings in the shower.

He has lots and lots of journals that are filled with his art, ideas and literature. He has so many scattered around him room and he probably has enough to make his own library. Sometimes he might just sit and doodle completely random things.

He is great at most mechanics related stuff but he struggles to understand a lot of computer related stuff.

Barley talks to himself when he gets nervous or impatient. So much so it can be like he has a conversation with himself at some stages.

He usually says whatever pops into his head. So sometimes he can be a little blunt and say things at a bad time. He rarely says things that are offensive though because he has a genuine and kind heart. The worst he may say is if someone is boring or a total buzzkill. (Usually towards Colt).

Barley will go out of his way to help a stranger in need. Like helping old people cross the road for example. If he sees a baby or kid crying he would usually try to make funny faces to make them laugh or cheer them up.

Barley has a FREAKISHLY good memory.

Barley may seem confident most of the time but if he gets a crush on someone he can actually be pretty shy about it to begin with. Basically he is all like: 😳🥺👉👈

🫂Relationships🫂

Ian

He obviously loves Ian a whole lot! They were very close when they were younger but when Ian went through puberty he sort of drifted from him for a moment before their big adventure took place. When his father died Barley was grieving heavily and Ian’s arrival helped him a whole lot! He is grateful to have him in his life and it’s all just one of the many reasons he loves him.

He feels a strong need to protect him no matter what! During school he would often go and check on Ian to make sure he was alright. When Barley graduated he has tried to sneak back into school just to make sure Ian was alright. This was also because Barley did have to deal with a few Aholes so he wanted to make sure Ian was ok. This of course embarrassed Ian greatly and a small argument did break out where Ian told him not to baby him anymore.

When Ian got his first facial hair Barley almost cried because his baby brother was growing up. He truely is like a brother AND father figure to him. It used to embarrass Ian as well because he made a huge deal out of it! ��Did ya hear that? His little voice is breaking” “ugh….”

Barley has tried to play a few pranks on Ian before, usually by hiding behind a door and jumping out to scare him! It works every time. Although his main intention is to train him to be more alert and to have fun while doing it. It’s part of him lightly shaping him into being a warrior. He has gotten into trouble when Ian complained to Laurel though when his pranks went a bit too far, (not harmful at all! Just annoying and startling.).

When they were kids they played a lot! We have seen them go swimming, bike riding and play pillow fights! They often used to make their own pillow forts and watch tv together while snuggled up inside. Barley tried to play swords with Ian using sticks but Laurel quickly banned them from playing that game in fear of them accidentally hurting one another.

Barley actually used to get lots of nightmares about losing his dad when he was little and sometimes he has nightmares about his mother and Ian getting sick the same way Wilden was. He always goes into Ian’s room and watches him sleep for a while to make sure he is ok.

Laurel

Laurel loves Barley but is often frustrated with his recklessness, habits and the immature side of him. She can be strict with him but it is ultimately out of love, like “Look for a job!”, “Clean your room!”, etc.

Even though Barley is an adult she will still ground him sometimes. She says she has that power for as long as he lives under her roof. There have been a few times where poor Barley had his Quests of Yore campaign closed down earlier and she hides the box away somewhere for a while. A lot of Barley’s Quests of Yore friends think she is pretty scary.

It was hard losing her husband but it was also hard being a single mother. Because she had to work so hard it wasn’t uncommon for her to get home late from work. When Barley got a little older he used to help cook dinner when she got very tired of busy. Although he did used to make a huge mess of the kitchen, still Laurel couldn’t complain if it meant she didn’t have to worry about dinner so much. Barley is weirdly mature in some ways and immature in other ways.

Barley wasn’t able to spend lots and lots of time with his mother during childhood since she had to work twice as hard as a single parent. It is also part of why Barley was extra close with Ian because he was always there to play with.

When Laurel got stressed Barley used to try and cheer her up by telling jokes or making funny faces to try to make her laugh. It worked almost every time!

Colt

They aren’t exactly on the best of terms. Colt does care for Barley though since he is his stepson but Barley still cannot see him as his dad. For a while he felt angry because he saw him as a cheap replacement and had trouble understanding why Laurel suddenly wanted to start seeing someone else after so long. That feeling faded over time but he still isn’t fond of Colt.

Laurel and Colt met when Barley got arrested for one of his protests. He was completely baffled when his mother and the police officer started dating! After all he was like an enemy to him!

Colt tends to scold Barley a fair bit but he does still try to make an effort. Usually they still don’t see eye to eye though.

Barley was worried about Laurel getting her heart broken so he broke into Colt’s office at one stage to snoop through all of his stuff to find any sort of evidence. He found nothing that could prove he had any ill intentions though.

Sometimes Colt will start talking about something and it would be hard to make him stop. He hits Barley with a whole lot of “When I was your age” stories that tend to be very boring and they are often tied to some even more boring lecture as well.

Colt wants to be a good enough stepfather but has no idea how. He once asked Barley if he was interested in anyone and needed advice about that sort of stuff or if he had any questions. It was the hardest Barley has ever cringed in his WHOLE life!

Barley will sometimes stick his tongue at Colt when he or Laurel are not looking.

Manticore (Corey)

Barley is a HUGE fan of her and looks up to her a whole lot. He tends to be a big fanboy when it comes to her.

He sees her the way many others see celebrities and was actually a bit nervous when first getting to know his idol. He is always respectful around her but the first few months…perhaps even years…he has been a bit over the top. He would kneel before her constantly and always talk so formally even though they are technically friends now. Corey feels like she should tell him to just act natural but has no idea how too.

Barley frequently asks her to share some of her stories, as politely as possible of course. When she speaks he always watches her with a sparkle in his eyes, like an excited kid.

Barley usually says how she is like the coolest person in the world. Ian being in close second (which Ian always denies).

Barley did actually go to her tavern when he was only five years old. Laurel had an important meeting and lunch was being held there but she couldn’t find any babysitters at the time so she took her kids along. She had to do this more than once. Ian has no memory of being there but Barley absorbed every moment of it! The tavern was actually different back then, it looked more like how it did by the end of the movie but empty and worn down. Barley ended up wondering off for a moment and examined some of her old weapons and treasures. The manticore finds him and tells him a few stories about her adventures as he looked through her stuff. She seemed sad as no one else seemed interested anymore but was thrilled to see Barley showing interest and had to share her tales. Barley asked many questions about her old stuff and she was overjoyed to tell him everything! This is where his love for history and adventure began to grow. Laurel panicked when she realised Barley wondered off and Corey happily led him back to his mother who scolded him for wondering. The memory is a bit hazy now but Barley still holds onto that. Since it has been many years though Corey didn’t remember Laurel at all and she was just another customer at the time, since Barley grew up it was hard to recognise him. At some stage when Barley got a bit more comfortable around his hero he did tell her about it and asked if she remembered, this jogged her memory and her, Laurel and Barley had a good laugh over it whilst Ian stood there clueless as he was far too young to remember much about that day.

He felt sick when he saw the dramatic changes to her tavern halfway into the movie, with the gift shop and games and such. He felt as if his childhood was ruined in some ways! He hid it pretty well though. In the end he actually helped her come up with the idea of sharing her stories with her customers as an attraction like how we see in the end of the movie.

Shrub Rosehammer (a friend of his that was briefly mentioned in the movie and some books)

Shrub is a troll friend of his who is briefly mentioned. They both love quests of yore and play it together.

They met in kindergarten and had been good friends since. Barley was alone after just recently losing his dad. Most of the other kids ignored him as he sat alone but Shrub was concerned and asked if he wanted to play. Barley was a bit taken aback at first as he was still grieving but he was also surprised how someone at his school actually said something to him. Because of that he took the offer and they played during lunch break and their friendship grew from there.

Barley is like the wild card of the duo. Wild Shrub can get into mischief on rare occasions but he still isn’t nearly as chaotic as Barley and does try to avoid breaking some rules. He was what Barley would call a lawful good.

When Barley got himself into trouble Shrub would just chuckle a little, not in a mean spirited way but because he knew what was coming. Barley is so unpredictable that he has become predictable.

Barley is a lot more passionate and will go on rants about how old facilities of their ancient past are being torn down. Shrub just listens and lets him blow off steam. He would say “I agree that it sucks, but there’s nothing we could do.”. He didn’t really help Barley with that stuff in the sense of joining in on the protest. BUT he was somewhat supportive in the sense he would be like “Yeah that’s sucks. Hey man, did you wanna grab something to eat? I’m sure a doughnut or something will make you feel better.”

🏫History🏫

Childhood

Barley has an old teddy bear his father gave him before he died. It’s his most treasured possession and he still sleeps with it to this very day.

Barley would have had a lonely childhood if it wasn’t for Ian and a few friends he did have in school. He would sometimes feel upset about his father and felt robbed of his parents but just having Ian helped a whole lot.

He had to be independent pretty quickly. Laurel would often call for babysitters when needed but there have been a few times when they couldn’t get one and Barley had to take charge. Laurel was very stern about the rules of safety and repeated them to Barley literally thousands of times each and every time she goes out. She wanted to imprint them into his brain. Ironically though they were put into Ian’s head and he was often the one who reminded Barley not to do certain things.

Barley used to injure himself CONSTANTLY as a kid. He still does to this day but not nearly as much.

Barley was a super hyper kid who just wanted to play ALL the time, Laurel used to wonder how he never seems to get tired. Usually he would be bouncing around and then all of a sudden he will crash and fall into a deep sleep. There were no in between moments back then, his energy levels were just like a switch!

When Barley was little he wanted to be a knight but got his dreams crushed quickly by a teacher who told him there are no knights anymore.

High school years

Barley actually used to get bad pimples around the age of 13 to 16.

He had been picked on a little bit in school but it was nothing ever TOO extreme, mostly some name calling here and there. Although he still did get his feelings hurt from time to time. He used to do what he can to stand up for others who were being picked on. On rare occasions he did end up in a few fist fights against bullies.

Barley is incredibly intelligent! Although he struggles in subjects he has little to no interest in. His best subject was obviously history!

He used to struggle with chemistry, which he had insisted was just updated potion brewing…he used to get quite experimental with that sort of stuff and it usually would not go too well. He would also often complain about the “unnecessary modern equipment” that just felt like it made things far more complicated than need be.

Barley used to try and explore every single inch of the school to try to find any hidden secrets, it did used to be an ancient castle after all. He would make note of anything he felt was interesting or perhaps even a potential key to a hidden chamber.

Barley would sneak lots and lots of snacks into school. He always had lots of gum and it used to drive some of the teachers crazy!

💙thanks so much for reading! I plan to do other characters in the future as well! At some stage. This took so long to make.💙

#onward #disney #pixar #barley lightfoot #onward barley #hc #onward headcanons #onward head canons #headcanons

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paintedbutton · 4 months ago

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2024 Recap Tag

@writernopal tagged me in this, and it came at just the right time since I didn't manage doing an actual reflection post before the end of the year (working between christmas and new years is always weird that way for me).

2024 Accomplishments

Let's start with the big one, obviously: I finished and shared Worthy of a King! I'm incredibly happy that I accomplished this. Sharing my boys with the world and having people love them as much as I do was absolutely something special. <3

Beside that, I wrote a silly little pirate story inspired by a silly little song just because I wanted to. That also feels like it matters a lot.

I managed to figure out the vague shape the Queen's Guard series is going to take. I always said it was gonna be somewhat like the Paladin books by T. Kingfisher - interconnected standalones. It's not quite that, obviously, but I'm looking forward to exploring this world more.

All in all I wrote about 82k words in 2024, and that's with about 4 months that I took as planned breaks in between. I feel pretty comfortable with that number.

I also had a pretty active year, non-writing wise. So many concerts, festivals, markets, etc. This isn't in any way writing related but I feel like every year I've been chipping a way at prioritising myself and the things that make me happy more. I finally managed to get rid of a pretty big burden in my work-life that's made me breathe a lot easier. (It probably says a lot that I haven't had a crying breakdown about work this year ... for the first time. In fact, the last time I broke down crying was when I thought they wouldn't let me give up the position they forced me into. Damn.)

2025 Writing Goals

Again, the big one: Shadow of a Queen is my one serious goal for 2025. I wrote the first draft of WoaK in six months in 2023 and then took a couple months break before starting on revising it, and that felt like a pretty good workflow for me, so the goal is pretty much the same: Write draft 1 until the summer (I am probably aiming for August, here, because June and July are already packed full with other activities). See where we go after.

(Re)establish a writing routine that works for me. With the break, I've kind of fallen out of it and I'm having a bit of a hard time getting started again right now. I know I'll get there, but kicking my own ass into gear is one of the first goals I'm gonna have to achieve this year.

Figure out a writing setup that is future proof. I'm a Word girlie. I've been a Word girlie my whole life, and while I've looked into dedicated novel writing programs before (it's kind of hard not to stub your foot on Scrivener at some point in any writing community you stumble into), I've never felt the need to dive deeper. But with AI growing ever more ubiquitous (and all the big companies pushing it lbr), I at least want to give my options another look. Maybe I'll stay a Word girlie, idk. I want it to be an informed decision if I do. Tentative searches so far have turned up a whole lot of browser based bullshit that I do not want, subscription services galore, and nothing that works as a program both on Windows and Android, which I would need because I write on my tablet on the go. Related to that, I might just look into getting a refurbished laptop or something. But we'll see. If you have any recommendations for me to look into, please do send them my way.

I want to be more active on Tumblr again, and on Writeblr specifically. I go through phases with social media where mindless consumption is all I can muster, and I fucking hate it. But I love sharing my stuff and reading other peoples' and doing tag games. Sometimes I just need to remind myself of that.

Not exactly writing related, and a little bit silly: One of my goals for the year is to dress more like a fantasy character. Simply because it makes me happy. And, honestly, I wouldn't mind closet cosplaying my own little guys to be a part of that goal. ;)

Tagging @winterandwords , @malimaywrite and @boundedsea if you all feel like doing it. No pressure though. :)

#writeblr #tag games #personal

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aprillikesthings · 1 year ago

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I think I finally have the energy for more rewatch

We're on the home stretch now folks

*cries*

s5 ep9 An Ill Wind

Me when I started doing this nearly two months ago: oh my god I can't do this for every episode it'll take me MONTHS to watch them all I want is to refresh my memory of the show enough to write my damn fic

Me now, having done this for Yes, Every Fucking Episode: I'm not ready for the show to be over ;_; Also I am devastatingly obsessed with Catra and learned I have a specific kink I didn't know the name of before and I keep practicing eyeliner like every night so I can cosplay Catra :D

ahahahah oh god

also from here on out I am going to not read the synopses

(I didn't do that for most of the episodes anyway tbh)

Glimmer can teleport relatively far distances with multiple people again but Catra is NOT a fan

also they're toUCHING

Adora, looking into the woods: hey come look at this

Catra: *still suppressing puking from some form of motion sickness caused by teleportation*

oh they find the empty torn up camp

Glimmer: maybe they went to Bright Moon or Mystacor? Catra: dude you know they could all be chipped so maybe we should be careful Glimmer: oh you don't trust princesses? Adora: Catra's right Catra: *grins in satisfaction*

just look at her

the fuckin. lack of subtlety here. as always. *chef's kiss*

("ugh they didn't HAVE to be so obvious don't you think it's Too Much" listen I've literally seen people who've watched Arcane be surprised to find out that people are shipping Vi and Caitlyn. "Really? I didn't think that was romantic." You didn't? Did we watch the same fucking show??? The one where those two have romantic tension so thick you could carve it with a KNIFE? The one where they had an overdramatic breakup scene in the rain even tho they hadn't kissed or anything? The one where they lay on Caitlyn's bed and talked about Vi's past while making significant eye contact and holding hands and Caitlyn pet Vi's face? That scene where they hug on the bridge and Vi does that like, face pet thing before walking off and they're clearly both in AGONY at being separated?! Are you really that fucking oblivious??? Jesus H Christ. Yes She-Ra made it SUPER OBVIOUS because some people are BAD AT PICKING UP THIS SHIT also She-Ra is aimed at kids and they haven't learned subtlety. Arcane was aimed at adults.)

no really I've seen people express surprise that people think they're going to be a couple. when that ^ was after they'd known each other like two hours

(seriously tho, if you can handle violence (there's a LOT ngl, it is not a show for kids) then you should watch Arcane, the people who make it have made it pretty clear that it's gonna be canon, and the next season is out in November; but also leaving shipping aside it's just REALLY, REALLY GOOD)

ANYWAY back to other animated lesbians

lol Glimmer teleports them all again without warning and Catra really does look like she's gonna hurl

And Erelandia ain't looking so good, oops

(but also yes Adora helped Catra up again)

intro is the same as the last episode

AHAHAH a dozen planets are rebelling against Horde Prime he's so pissed. And they apparently all mention She-Ra

yeah I am again surprised at how much of the actual plot I forgot lol (but I remembered that Glimmer liked to sneak into the kitchen to eat cake with her hands. Y'know. Important things.)

given his tiny facial reactions I think that's Hordak-Hordak. Our Hordak. Not the Wrong Hordak. I think.

once again I ask myself: where did y'all get those outfits

Entrapta teaches Wrong Hordak how to wink and it's so cute. I also love that she explains what it means--because I'm sure she had to consciously learn it, too: "It signals unspoken intent behind my words. In this case, our mutual deception of the Horde. Now you try."

awww

but yeah everyone in town is terrified and won't talk to them, and especially doesn't want to talk about any princesses

"should I buy property here?"

"...go team."

C'MON THAT WAS FUNNY, GUYS

Also, note to self, Melog definitely understands human speech--they split up, Catra is told to stick with Entrapta and Melog (and Catra frowns at this, just barely) and Adora tells Melog to keep them safe and it does a little noise of affirmation. (wait is Melog a he or a she or a they?)(fan wiki says it's an it but dang I feel weird using "it")

Okay so the scene where Glimmer, Adora, and Bow hide in a shop and then end up arguing with the shopkeeper is like, fascinating on multiple levels

Because on the one hand: I can't blame the townspeople for just keeping their head down and trying to get out alive. On the other hand, reporting them to the Horde isn't cool; they could just pretend not to be suspicious of these guys; there are in fact lots of places on the spectrum between "actively collaborating with one's oppressors" and "mounting a full-scale armed rebellion."

But on the other other hand I also think it's interesting that Adora's the only one of the three who's like "nah dude just let these people live their lives omg," something about Adora having lived in an oppressive environment for her whole childhood maybe

poor Adora someone get her an ibuprofen

Anyway Spinerella found them ack

Also Melog steals an apple for Catra, just magically takes it from someone's basket and into Catra's hand, which implies they're communicating non-verbally more than just moods, though I suppose "hungry, that apple looks good" is a mood

speaking of things that would make ANYone motion sick--

(Adora is saying it) Catra's right there, dude. You spent the last four seasons fighting her. lol.

Oh I paused it too soon lol Catra says this line:

LOLOL

Back on Horde Prime's ship, Hordak keeps looking at the chip thing Entrapta gave him and gets caught by Prime, whoopsie

oh hey, lore: Horde Prime can't access ALL the memories in his previous bodies without going into them, and he keeps his old bodies around in that green goo, that's fucking weird and gross, anyway he plugs a connection into his old body

Horde Prime: "The First Ones sought a new source of power of ancient worlds. Why? Why bend themselves to the whims of magic and myth?"

Poor Hordak has flashbacks to Entrapta and the Fright Zone. Mostly Entrapta. Including a moment of her looking at him fondly--I think it's the moment when she says "Imperfection is beautiful."

Horde Prime: "The fools took their secrets with them when they died. But I will find another way."

(I've seen a fan discussion suggest that there aren't actually any First Ones left--that when Light Hope made it so Adora came through the portal, the portal itself went back in time. I like that explanation in part because it means in my fic I don't have to figure out why Adora doesn't go looking for her birth family. Which tbh most fic-writers don't worry about anyway lol.)

Back with the rebellion, poor Catra is once again trying not to lose her lunch because they've all teleported.

And Netossa is like WTF IS THAT BITCH DOING HERE

Melog doesn't like that

Adora: "It's a long story, but she's with us now" Netossa: "...really??" (Catra in the background: hisses)

BAHAHA and then Netossa spots Wrong Hordak and they have to explain, no that one's with us, too 😬

But yeah p much the entire rebellion has been chipped except like Netossa and Perfuma

Adora and Bow have a guilt trip about having been gone for so long (...to rescue the queen! and also Catra)

and Catra's remembering what it's like to be chipped :(

Glimmer gives them all a ra-ra little speech

Adora just makes the sword appear in her hand without transforming lol that's cool

but they're doing the "I'm in" "yeah me too!" thing and

like, on dates?

(lol)

yayyy

Anyway the team heads back to Erelandia and starts kicking some ass

there's a great moment when Catra's like "you go deal with Spinnerella we'll take care of the bots" and Adora says "be careful" and Catra grins and says "always am!" like ma'am that is a LIE

Spinnerella is torturing some poor villager, and Netossa is worried her wife isn't still "in there"

Adora would know. From literal, personal experience. ;_;

She transforms into She-Ra and Netossa literally does a whistle of appreciation and says, "New look?" and She-Ra grins back. And somehow that is, like. Super queer. Like literally just one lesbian to another, in a flirty-but-not kinda way. Like I have *had* those interactions, where the underlying meaning is "I know we're each in a relationship, so I'm not actually hitting on you; but as one queer woman to another I want you to know that I see what you're putting out there and I like it." It's one of the best things??????

Netossa gives a little speech to Spinnerella about how she loves her and Spinnerella actually comes back for a few seconds ;_; but then she's gone again, but She-Ra and Netossa convince her to disappear for a while at least? And the locals rejoice.

And Catra would know. ;_; (She rubs the back of her neck after saying this.)

Anyway word gets back to Horde Prime that She-Ra is back on Etheria :D and he's so fucking pissed he's going to go there

...and Hordak spends a long moment looking at that chip from Entrapta again

They go to where the rebellion is actually hiding out, Glimmer and Catra recognize it

and I'M BLANKING ON WHY THEY'RE REACTING THIS WAY HELP seriously I have spent like ten minutes trying to figure it out, I don't think they talked about it while on Horde Prime's ship? Fuck!! IF YOU KNOW PLZ TELL ME

Any Perfuma ties them up and makes sure they're not chipped and then it's Happy Reunion Time with everyone :D

Adora to Catra: it's time for you to meet everyone Catra: are you sure??

I got that one without trying I didn't know it was coming lololol I was trying to get a shot of Catra looking hopeful

poor thing

Adora: long story but she's with us now!!!

Adora (well, as She-Ra) gives them all a little pep talk

ANNND EPISODE OVER

and I don't have time to do another one tonight and I won't have time tomorrow until like after 6:30pm aaaaaaugh

ON THE UPSIDE I only work two days this upcoming week.

Because it's Holy Week. I'm going to be in church like every day starting Wednesday and twice a couple of days ahahaha including an hour in the middle of the night on Thursday.

It is DEEPLY HILARIOUS to me that I'm going to end up watching the last episodes of She-Ra mere days before Easter. Like I literally have four left. Assuming I watch one tomorrow, I could end up watching the next one Tuesday night and watching the last two BEFORE GOING TO CHURCH ON WEDNESDAY how tf am I gonna focus for SHIT lolol

#april rewatches spop #an ill wind

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lovebirdgames · 2 years ago

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Hope everyone is having a great summer! And to those of you in the trenches of band camp, I hope you are staying cool and hydrated!

Here are a few updates for how things are going. We've been chipping away at fixing a couple bugs such as the missing ending, the fact Poptart's CG only unlocks in the gallery in the bad ending, etc.

Progress is a bit slow since I had to save Hyrule from Ganondorf and now I have to raise a child on a farm, and very soon I will have to journey to a different planet on a rescue mission (don't you love video games). I also went to add in the missing ending and in true Taylor fashion crashed the whole menu, but Ross came and bailed me out.

Also: while going through voice lines to grab bloopers, my sister and I realized we missed a couple voice clips, a Tom and a Peter. Those rascals! I'll have to go back through the game at some point to program those in.

It's doubtful we'll get the updated game out this month, which has flown by. Otakon is looming and we need to start packing! Speaking of Otakon, this is my cosplay lineup. My dream is to meet a Band Camp Boyfriend fan in the wild one day. If you see me, please say hi.

I will give you a business card with Poptart or Tom on it.

Alex has a very cute Cadence cosplay, too. Maybe she will let me post a picture of her.

Alex and I have also been writing future blog posts, her on composing Band Camp Boyfriend's soundtrack, mine on the wonderful world of marketing. Keep an eye out for those on our website if that sounds interesting to you!

Finally, I mentioned in our June post about Visual Novel Fest and then saw Steam didn't want us to announce participation until like a week before...uhhh oops...I mean I didn't announce it, I just kind of mentioned it without any fanfare, right? Anyways we'll be streaming during the fest and we will have TWO SPECIAL GUESTS who were involved in the game. I will announce who closer to the date so keep an eye on our social media!

Okay that's all I got! Take care of yourselves, Bandits, and as always don't forget to leave a review on Steam or a rating on Itch.io if you enjoyed the game~ <3

#band camp boyfriend #update #indie game #otome #otakon

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usamamoweek · 2 years ago

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Meet the Creators - Kaito Scarlett

What username(s) and platform(s) can folx find you on? (Please include links!)

Kaito Scarlett on FFnet, Ao3 and Tumblr (@kaitoscarlett) :)

(Fun Fact) What is your favorite kind of potato?

Tough question! I can't live without potatoes <3 Hm...I'd say the usual ones as fries or chips. Preferably spicy and crispy. I could write an essay, but I'll just leave it like that.

How long have you been creating works in fandom spaces? How long have you been active in the SM fandom?

Hm... When I was younger I drew pictures of my favorite characters, but just for myself. Does that count? But I posted my first (still unfinished) Sailor Moon fic in July 2021. It's actually the first fan fiction I have ever written and I never thought I would write one myself. But here I am :)

What type(s) of creative works do you usually make? (fanfics, digital art, cosplay)

Fanfics, but I do occasionally draw.

What do you enjoy about creating for the SM fandom?

Another tough question! Maybe because I still love the characters and while I re-read and re-watched the manga and anime as a grown-up, I kind of felt a connection to especially Usagi, that was very different from when I was a kid. And Sailor Moon will always a have a special place in my heart. It's so cool to see so many other creators who feel the same and get inspired to create wonderful stories and art.

Are you strictly UsaMamo or do you create for other pairings as well?

For now, yes I am. And I don't think it's going to change. I'm a sucker for their relationship (:

What inspires you to create works for Usagi and Mamoru?

It all started, because I dove back into fan fiction after rewatching the anime and I just couldn't get enough. So I scrolled through fan fiction and became a little bit obsessed with so many great stories. Especially the ones in which the characters are grown-up. I've often thought about writing myself, but starting to write is kind of hard. I get inspired when I read other stories or an idea suddenly enters my mind.

But lately life has been quite stressful and I lost my writing groove. We'll see when I get it back.

Do you tend to work on multiple projects (WIPs) simultaneously or try to finish one at a time?

Since I have three unfinished fics at the moment, I'd say I work on multiple projects simultaneously. But I try to concentrate on one at a time. That's why I haven't updated my first fic for over a year.

Do you prefer large projects (chaptered fics, webtoons/zines, highly detailed art) or small projects (one-shots or simple art)?

Hm...I do like to read multi-chapter fics or a long one-shot. I enjoy the excitement of waiting for a new chapter. As for writing myself. I haven't written a one-shot, yet. So I'd say I prefer larger projects. That way I can write a shorter chapter and publish it instead of writing one long story, that I would probably never see the light of day, because I'm a lazy writer.

Are there any common themes, situations, tropes, or mediums in your work?

Maybe a bit of angst? Self-worth is a big topic, I would say. Struggles with adulthood? But I havent't analyzed my fics enough to say there are common themes. Though I'd say the start situation of our beloved couple in my fics is mostly the same/ very similar.

Is there anything you haven’t explored artistically and would like to try?

I want to draw more. And write a fake-dating-trope-story. Nothing else comes to my mind right now :)

#sailor moon #usamamoweek2023 #meet the creators #usagi x mamoru #usamamo

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hirazuki · 2 years ago

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Hi-hello, for later, I saw the WIP it good ask game and how about...

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

🔍Give a clue (a picture, emoji, a word, etc) and let your followers guess what a WIP is about.

🤔Do you have an WIPs where you wish you had chosen a different fandom/character?

*jumps back into the void*

Hiiii!! ♡

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

This is from a writing prompt @celebbun sent me months ago T_T that I'm still chipping away at. It alternates between Mairon's and Maedhros' POVs throughout the First Age, and since I don't have a full single POV section completed to coherency to share, here's a couple of random tidbits! Maedhros repeats the words, the first he has ever spoken to him, voice coated with disuse and blood, and meets his eyes from behind matted locks, and smiles something that is too sharp to be one -- ruefully, knowingly, cutting down to his soul. Mairon looks back at the elf hung on the cliffside, and feels as though he is the one in fetters. * He cannot fully follow through on his wrath, and of a sudden he is glad for the black smoke and clouds and lack of sun, for his visage darkens in shame. For he knows that, were their places switched, he would have done the same. * There is a call, distant, on the wind, in the shape of his name. Maedhros pretends he does not hear it. He pulls his cloak tighter, and with frost in his eyes and fire in his lungs, he continues his search in the forest. * He walks into the room and, suddenly, it is five hundred years ago -- no, more -- and he is looking at his reflection made flesh. The moment passes and the remembered radiance of three silmarils fades, and the rust-red hair hair bleeds out to black, scars from battle fade to forge-wrought marks, and eyes of sparking flint shift into vibrant darkness, still clinging to life.

🔍Give a clue (a picture, emoji, a word, etc) and let your followers guess what a WIP is about.

Here's a fairly easy one for you! 😉😘

🤔Do you have an WIPs where you wish you had chosen a different fandom/character?

Hmm, not really! When I come up with something to create (be it drawing, writing, or cosplay photo), I do so with a very specific concept in mind. Usually it's prompted by a line from the source material, or (very, very often) song lyrics that have struck me a certain way about a particular character(s) while I was randomly listening to my music, so the idea for the WIP is intrinsically tied to the fandom/character in question and wouldn't be something I could apply to any other fandom/character. If we're talking about favorite tropes though, I will shamelessly reuse them for each and every one of my fandoms and fave characters; so, you'll never catch me wishing I had chosen a different fandom/character for, say, the "I didn't know where else to go" trope, because I can and will always simply write more of it XD

#thank you for dropping by!! ^^

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helldustedstories · 1 year ago

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@hzbinsouled asked: 🎮 🍝 🍦 🐶 📕 📺 🗒 🎧 🤗 😗 //i would say i'm sorry for sending so many but i am not bc i wanna KNOW uwu

Munday asks // accepting!

OH BOY, HERE WE GO. Under a cut for length!

🎮 — favorite video game(s)?

Let's see! The B.ioshock series will always have a special place in my heart (I vastly prefer 1 and 2 over Infinite, actually, and I have lots of reasons for that), but recently G.od of W.ar has been where my heart has been living. Not just 2018 and R.agnarok, but the entire series. Because the series as a whole leads up to the later games, and gives it that much more emotional punch, and.....I could go on about G.oW at length (and have, on my blog that has all of my characters ^^).

🍝 — favorite food(s)?

This sort of thing depends on the day of the week, how the stars are aligned, and the weather, among other things (this will be a trend with some answers). But a good go-to is some form of pasta or potatoes.

🍦 — favorite ice cream flavor(s)?

This is another one that varies! But mint chocolate chip or cherry and chocolate are delicious. (Not necessarily together, but!) I just....kind of really like ice cream, so I will eat most flavours. (When they're things that are supposed to be ice cream. I doubt I would enjoy, like, the ranch ice cream or ketchup, for example.)

🐶 — any pets?

I do have a pet! I have a doggo. His name is Dug, he has just met you, and he loves you. (I also claim Missa's cat Monkey as mine, but he does not currently live with me.)

📕 — favorite book/series?

This is another "that depends!" Because this answer has changed vastly over the years. A book that will usually rank towards the top is G.ood O.mens, and honestly anything by T.erry Pr.achett.

📺 — favorite movie(s) and/or tv show(s)?

Haha, well, currently, there's the obvious current hyperfixation. But other than that, T.he O.wl H.ouse, B.attlestar G.alactica, and G.argoyles are all top faves.

🗒 — what is/are your favorite genre(s)/theme(s) to write?

This is such a hard question. I love writing all sorts of different things! I think probably things that let me really delve deep into a character, to explore why they are the way they are, and to help them grow beyond that, if that makes sense. But I'm up for writing most things, really!

🎧 — do you write while listening to music/podcasts/videos/etc, or do you need total silence?

Oh, DEFINITELY with music. Music is one of those things that can absolutely make or break what I'm writing, for myself. I become almost unstoppable if I have a playlist for specific characters, because it can actually help me get into the right mindset for the specific character.

🤗 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’d like to meet irl?

Honestly, I'd love to meet any of my darling moots! I've had the pleasure of meeting a couple (Missa being the most obvious) from previous rpcs, and my track record is pretty good! (We don't talk about my former roommate because he was an outlier.)

😗 — what are some of your favorite things to do when you have some time to yourself?

I definitely love reading, which I don't do as much as I want to. But audio books have really helped with that, over the past few years. I also play/prep for D&D, work on various cosplays, and practice my various instruments (which I should also do more of, oops).

#hzbinsouled #✎ helldustedstories : ooc #✎ helldustedstories : answered #[sorry for all the 'that depends!' but it doooooes]

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theadventureofhistorygirl · 2 months ago

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The Frustrating As Fuck Thing About Joann's Closing...

Is they literally took the Hancock Fabrics Playbook for How Not To Run a Fabric Store and ran themselves right into the ground following it.

But HistoryGirl, you say, what is a Hancock Fabrics?

Well, my young friends, as someone who has been told I am now certifiably in my Cronage, I shall explain.

Back in the day, through about 2016, we had Hancock's, a fabric store chain out of Mississippi that, much like Joann's, cattered to the general sewing enthusiast crowd.* At its height, they had roughly 266 stores in 37 states.

(*Serious Quilters are generally outside the scope of general sewing enthusiasts. There is a reason why there are TONs of shops catering to quilters out there, and it's because they have very specific wants and needs).

They carried apparel fabrics and some home decor fabrics, some novelty and costume fabrics, some "industrial fabrics" (think awning weight canvases and waterproof stuff for outdoor cushions), notions and sewing machines, and had pretty knowledgeable staff that could answer questions. Oh, and weirdly, rhinestone tiaras. Or at least the one I grew up shopping at did.

Now, Hancock Fabrics had essentially two big initial points of competition: Hobby Lobby (a pox upon them) who had a a fabrics section, and Joann's, which was a much larger chain (though also didn't always go into the same places a Hancock's did). Some might argue they also faced competition for Walmart back when they commonly had fabric sections, but honestly, not really? They were never that large or that well stocked.

So, as fast fashion continues to take off in the later 80s through into the 90s and 2000s, people in the fabric industry start handwringing about market share. And trying to figure out how to innovate.

And Hancock's decides to make two decisions that ultimately really hurt them:

1) They started really leaning into trying to have home decor. But, often, not good home decor. About the same quality you would find at Hobby Lobby- made in China, resin or cheap composite wood that had easily chipped paint. Holiday decor that you might get a season out of, maybe two?

2) Pulling back from the apparel fabrics and stocking more quilt cotton and polar fleece.

Is this starting to sound familiar?

The issues with both these choices are in hurting their demographic.

The home decor took floor space away from fabric, shrinking what they could offer, and it was a dust magnet as a lot of it sat there until it went on clearance, because again, cheap and largely unwanted. The dust made the place look dingy. Dingy shops don't attract customers.

And those who wanted apparel fabrics were going elsewhere because the options there got limited (no real linens, no silks, no high content wool blends, just lots of polyester). Meanwhile, serious taste choices in the quilting cotton were made- "People love sports teams" someone at corporate thought before ordering every team logo possible. And there were lots of holiday specific options. And yes, people make cute blankets with polar fleece. But not THAT MANY.

The writing was on the wall for a while now.

So, with Hancock Fabrics, their only real competitor for chair brick and mortar sewing stores gone, what did Joann's do?

1) Decided to try to compete with Michael's (and to some extent Hobby Lobby) by jumping in hard on both the non fiber craft game (jewelry supplies, paint stuff, art supplies, etc, florals) and on holiday and seasonal decor. Lots of it.

2) Also, lots of additional tchotckes. I didn't think I needed bathroom soap from a fabric store, but who knew? Or cellphone cases? Or whatever else is in the front by check out?

3) Pulled back from carrying a lot of traditional apparel fabrics for *checks notes* polar fleece, quilt cotton, and cosplay fabrics I am not sure were vetted by actual people involved in cosplay.

So, again, people who were general sewing enthusiasts couldn't necessarily find the materials they wanted. Space for fabric was sacrificed for home decor.

I have already seen this film and knew how it ended.

As someone who spends...well, a painful amount on sewing every year, I think I have made maybe 3 fabric purchases at Joanns in the last 6 years. I have bought a lot of thread there, and bobbins, machine needles and the like. And yes, having to buy notions online if my local small independents don't have them will suck.

But Joanns hasn't been a viable source for my sewing for a while now.

I am sorry for the store staff. Corporate failed them.

But as far as Corporate goes? Well, the definition of madness, friends...

#Requiem for Joanns #what went wrong #this was likely preventable #we've ben here before #we saw how this goes

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nopicklesnomayo · 9 months ago

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i bought you two bars of this placenta soap. I have this fantasy that I’ll wash you with it but you’ll be fighting me about it.

these are my favorite chips in the region. maybe ever. they are from Oman. there is a lot of chip nationalism here.

I see these everyday and they just make me think i should have spent more time with you—so now i don’t like them.

divine.” how would you answer?

I miss you a lot. It feels overwhelming. the amount of time I spend thinking about you is almost eating away at me. I hope I don't just become some happy memory in your mind. I think as i write this I'm feeling a bit insecure. the kind of self-exposure involved in caring about another person so much is new to me. or it's been a while. I'm really happy that you've left LA and that you're with your friends and that you're feeling good. I feel jealous of them. I would do anything to be next to you. i feel jealous of anyone that gets to spend time with you. i wish i could be part of your world more than i am.

I can cosplay ghaddafi for u. Do you know about musa al-sadr and his disappearance in Libya 45 years ago (and its relation to the notion of occultation in Shiism)?

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allthingsdarkanddirty · 2 years ago

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LEO SEASON STARTS... NOW! Leo by Golden Angel is now live and #free to read with #KindleUnlimited!!

Universal: https://geni.us/MoZLeo

The only thing Chadrick Cummings loves more than himself, is a woman who hates him.

Her disdain is like his own personal brand of catnip, and he can’t seem to stay away.

And Scarlet O’Brien loathes him.

From the moment she reports for duty as his new bodyguard-slash-fake girlfriend, all he can think about is getting her under him. Then she walks into his dreams—literally—and he finally gets his chance.

But while he’s busy chipping away at Scarlet’s resistance both in the dream world and the waking, someone else is dreaming of Chadrick’s demise. Unless they can figure out who, their dreams of happily ever after may be shattered for good…

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About the Author:

Golden Angel is a USA Today best-selling author and self-described bibliophile with a "kinky" bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn't get them out, she's pretty sure she'd go just a little crazy.

She is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.

When she's not writing, she can often be found on the couch reading, in front of her sewing machine making a new cosplay, hanging out with her friends, or wandering the Maryland Renaissance Fair.

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soongtypehuman · 3 months ago

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Data’s stoicism is often taken as dominance, while Lore’s very few failures are read as weakness/submission. I counter that the inverse is true.

Data stoically and passively accepts whatever life throws at him. He was prepared to submit to Maddox’s tests if he lost his case, and thereby very probably his life. Lore says “fuck this” and slams his entire being against every obstacle he comes up against. And the really important part is that he does this no matter how many obstacles he meets or how big and seemingly impossible they are. He has never, ever given up and passively accepted his fate. And THAT is what makes him. Successful or not, Lore has always sought to wrest the wheel of fate from the universe and drive himself to the heights he believes he deserves.

Lore is a master manipulator. Nearly every manipulation was successful. He learned how to communicate with the crystalline entity and summoned it to destroy the colony on Omicron Theta, he played the part of the innocent android flawlessly and was allowed access to the con on the bridge and more, lured and drugged his equally brilliant Starfleet officer brother and then successfully cosplayed as him, convinced the man who made him that he was his brother and then escaped with a chip that wasn't his, did what no one else had managed and brought a contingent of Borg to heel, and successfully took control of his brother to the point that Data was willing to abandon and hurt his friends.

These are exquisitely successful manipulations. And that’s not even getting into the comics (because moving players and circumstances around to become a god and collapsing universes is the ultimate power move). His demeanor and the way he performed his manipulations were often subtle, but no less devastating for it.

But romantically/sexually? Lore likely wanted what he never had in any other circumstance, which is simple appreciation and recognition of his brilliance, and an unconditional love of him and his "flawed" nature. It's easy to see how he would be attracted to a partner who appreciated his arrogance and desire for power and control, and so would willingly and enthusiastically submit to him.

All of this is what makes Lore-as-dominant an easy and intuitive dynamic to write.

Look I know I made a shit post about it but I'm not done talking LMFAO

I keep being fascinated by the phenomenon within (a large part of) the TNG fandom to describe and depict Lore as a dominant personality (I.E.: controlling, dominant, master-manipulator type, both socially and sexually), which I'd argue is entirely at odds with his actual behavior in the show. At no point, in any of the episodes he features in, does Lore display any kind of dominance-- he tries to, of course, but fails utterly at it every single time.

And this is important!! A big part of his entire personality is that he fails at establishing himself as the dominant personality in the room! Most obviously, in the episode Brothers, Dr. Soong waltzes all over him; he doesn't listen to Lore (or Data), doesn't let him finish his sentences, and in his actions completely sidelines him in favor of Data (likely without meaning to).

Even Data, in the other episodes Lore features in (Datalore and Decent), is a much more stable and dominant personality than Lore. In both of those episodes, Data is stable and calm (even when fed literal hatred), and his posture is relaxed and non-threatened, whereas Lore is jittery, cracking jokes and deflecting. Lore doesn't get the chance to establish himself as "in control" in any of those episodes until Dr. Soong physically leaves the room and Data is in some way incapacitated.

Lore's inability to be the dominant person in the room-- either at equal footing with others, or towering over them-- feeds directly into his sense of insecurity, self-loathing and even self-hatred, which subsequently fuel his envy towards Data and his resentment towards Dr. Soong.

It is an integral part of his personality to be the submissive personality in any setting-- social, sexual, or otherwise. (aside from being funny as hell to make shitposts about)

#data soong #commander data #lore soong #lore star trek #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #st tng #star trek #fanfiction #fanfic

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linguisticloud · 4 years ago

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where are my morning cuddles? | tsukishima x fem! reader

summary: a small (and self-indulgent hehe) au of tsuki as a husband and soon-to-be father for the first time

genre: fluff, domestic

warnings: idk if this is a warning but: pregnant reader

notes: it is my first time writing this kind of fluff so hopefully this isn't too cheesy or lacking, also i was so soft imagining this side of tsuki, he would spoil you and treat you so well with just a sprinkle of sarcasm and teasing, the perfect mix <3 <3 <3

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ ˖ ࣪ ٬ ุ๋ ⸱

You woke up feeling a little dizzy, eyes still pretty much sensitive to the sunlight that lit up the shared bedroom and the birds outside the window helping you regain consciousness after a night of much needed, heavy sleep.

It was a very nice Saturday morning, the weather was just the right temperature and the sky was clear and blue. Trees were starting to blossom and nature was waking up as well, it had been a rough winter but now spring was here and you were living for it.

After stretching as softly as you could, you realised the empty spot on the king-sized bed. An instant pout filled your features, these were minutes that were usually spent with your husband, Tsukishima.

Anyone would think he wasn't a fan of morning cuddles but oh boy, they couldn't be more wrong. Yes, Tsukishima was not very good at expressing emotions and sometimes he could be uncomfortable with physical touch, but that was on public settings, where curious eyes and chatty mouths could be witnesses and he didn't want that. You didn't want that.

The private intimacy you both shared was so precious and calm, a safe place where only you two could see each other's vulnerability. And now, in the comfort of your home you wanted all the cuddles and affection in the world, something that Tsukishima didn't mind giving to you, especially now that you were expecting your first child and you were filled with hormones that made you very clingy.

At first you were scared to become a bother to him, but in fact, he enjoyed it. Tsukishima had always been very attentive and now with his little one on the way, he became even more caring.

He took the day off whenever you had a doctor appointment so he wouldn't miss any of the process, he would include all your favourite snacks when grocery shopping and he even took the time to learn how to properly change a diaper and assembly the little wooden cradle he bought for the baby.

Anything you needed, he got you covered. Back pain? He was on it with a massage. Cravings? He already had the keys at hand. Emotional days? He came home early with some take out and wrapped both of you in a blanket.

Everyday you got to see how much he loved you and his baby; you wish you could help him and show your gratitude more but now in your eight month it was very hard to move around. The doctor said it was going to be a big baby boy, just like his father.

"Oh, hi there, love."

The blonde stood at the kitchen counter, finishing serving two plates that looked heavenly. Omelettes, a lot of veggies and even orange juice, your favourite. His lean and tall figure towered the kitchen and his messy hair fell perfectly on his handsome face. His glasses barely hiding his still sleepy gaze.

"Babe, you shouldn't have..." you said as you made your way to him, side-hugging him as he placed a delicate kiss on your head and then on your forehead. "You look so tired, why don't we go upstairs and sleep for a little more?"

"I see someone is missing her morning cuddles, huh?" he laughed while moving the plates to the table, smirking at me.

"Shut up, you wish" you said crossing your arms and he let out a hearty laugh as the both of you sat down and started to eat.

"Don't you dare leave the vegetables aside, there's a reason I included so many of them." Tsukishima said as he noticed you picking the green leaves and beetroots with the fork.

"And that reason would be?" you questioned with a funny look.

"I want my son to be as healthy as possible, he can't get all the nutrients if all his mother eats are chips and ice cream." he scoffed as he gently patted your belly. "Right, little one? You need all of them if you want to grow as tall and handsome as daddy."

You were about to complain about his (accurate) mocking of your eating habits but watching him be so caring and completely involved with your child had you in awe. Your eyes were fixed in his own, so lovingly admiring your still growing bump. Tears started to dwell up on your eyes and when you thought this couldn't get any more wholesome, you felt a sudden kick on your belly.

Tsukishima widened his eyes, this wasn't the first kick but he seemed so awestruck as the first time. Your son kept kicking, almost as if he was agreeing with his father words.

"See, love? He thinks I'm right." Tsukki said as he turned his gaze to you, who was already sobbing. "Hey, hey, what's wrong, babe?" his pair of hands starting to softly caress your face.

"Thank you." you said as you put your hands on his. "For everything."

He smiled.

"It's the least I can do, love" your husband said as he hugged you for a while, massaging the sides of your arms and leaning his head on top of yours. "Gosh, who would think you'd be such a crybaby..." he laughed, kissing your nose.

"Shut up" you laughed, jokingly punching his side.

"Still, you have to eat those veggies or else I won't be giving you your morning cuddles today." Tsukishima said while getting up to wash the dishes.

"Mean...so mean" you laughed and shook your head.

Even if he wouldn't admit it, you could see the small tears on the corner of his eyes and the little smile on his face from the moment you shared before, remembering you once more how lucky you were to have Tsukishima Kei as your husband and soon-to-be father of your child.

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