#you CAN'T take away their race without taking away a huge part of their character and purpose

[floralovebot]

man people who racebend characters of color are REALLY showing their asses in how they think we're all interchangable and see us as a checklist for "Getting A Good Grade In Woke :)" rather than just... acknowledgment of the existing natural diversity of planet earth and the different ways people make life of it.

its insensitive to reimagine disneys tiana as asian, not because asian people dont face racism or cant enjoy cooking or didnt exist in 1920s new orleans- but because tiana is the first and still only black disney princess and was written and designed as such. her race informs and deepens her writing and her struggles, her love for her dad and specifically wanting to validate a jim crow era black man's sacrifices for his family, her connection to him and her community through her cooking when they all struggle to keep food on the table. similarly mulan shouldnt be rebranded as african american, not because black women couldnt exist in china or never crossdressed to join the army or dont face misogyny- but because mulan is a folk hero of historical chinese legend and as mulan, specifically cannot be divorced from that background. (also, frankly? the early white princesses arent really as well written for the most part, and their culture of origin is virtually never taken into account aside from visuals in their development, if that).

thats what ticked me off so bad about the monster high reboot. nb frankie was so cool and an asian draculaura was so fun but then they just... took away the black girl? and by extension, her sisters and thus ALL the black girls and like, dude not cool? nothing wrong with her being latina but being afrolatina is a different experience than being african american. afrolatinas deserve rep but that doesnt mean they shouldve taken clawdeen from african american girls. then there was some back and forth as to where specifically draculaura's family is from, and lagoona's origins vary from source to source dolls vs movie vs tv too and you just really feel the lack of effort and cohesion in the writing rooms. it really is just all just numbers on a chart, quotas to be filled there.

even with shows like winx where its ambiguous at times and kind of a raceblind take at others, theres so little for ANY of us that redesigning without that in mind becomes poaching. why would you take when ive been given so precious little? why would you want to change this one gift from people like me that lets me know i'm seen and loved? sure, other people deserve to have that too but if they want to borrow then take those who have so much they wont even miss it?

asdfghjkl sorry for the essay, i guess i had a breakthrough in how to put why this specific issue gets to me.

YESSS THANK YOU

Like it's so fucking weird to me!!! And GOD I wanted to say something about gen3 Clawdeen but I wasn't sure if I was "right" or if it was my place to say but exactly!! Being afrolatina is wonderful and they deserve representation too but it is still ultimately a different experience from being black american and they shouldn't have taken that away from black girls! I'm glad that mixed kids have her as rep now but they shouldn't have taken her away!! They very easily could've made a new character to fill that role instead!

AND YES to the winx point!! At the end of the day, it doesn't matter that some of the girls races or ethnicities are more ambiguous, they still have Canon races and people shouldn't be taking that away and giving it to someone else. That's not how representation works! Ever! Like if someone redesigned Aisha to be asian, that wouldn't make me happy or give me More representation. All that would be doing is taking away representation from black people! Same thing with Musa, Flora, Nabu, etc.

It also feels So fucking scummy when a white person's excuse is just that they Personally didn't see a character as their canonical race/ethnicity and that's why they changed it?? Like I don't give a shit if You personally don't see Nabu as an Indian man. That doesn't change his blatant coding. Same with characters like Flora who are more ambiguous. It doesn't matter if You Personally don't like her being Latina. She is. Fucking deal???

[treasureofmammon]

Undeniable fate

Characters: Mammon x gn!reader

⚠️Warnings: Fluff, although there's some swearing; mentions of anger, gambling addiction, and mocking. Not recommended for very young audiences. The events in this text happen during the first chapters of OG.

Summary: You can't fall asleep without him, so you visit his room, unknownly to the day (and revelation) he had.

Just a draft of nothing that I really liked...

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—Lucifer... Did ya put' em under my protection knowing this?—

—I just knew it would be as good for them as it would be for you, Mammon...—

You slid into Mammon's bedroom, unable to get to sleep. Insomnia hitting you with all its might. And how could you, knowing that Mammon hasn't returned? You sigh, trying not to let yourself drift away into the deep waters of worry, trying to convince yourself that Mammon's gig might have extended and that he's happily milking the extra hours off the company he's doing this shooting for.

However, not having Mammon accompany you tonight, as usual, is affecting your sleep. When did he become part of your night routine? Did you always fall asleep feeling his presence around you? Comforting you with his expensive scent? Taking you by the hand while you dooze off? Guiding you with his hoarse voice to the land of dreams as you two watch a movie, read manga, or simply talk for hours?

So quietly, you sneak into his room and slide in his bedsheets, cover yourself with his duvet, and hug his pillows that smell so much like him. You surprise yourself thinking about Mammon when you hold onto his pillow, hoping it was his torso and not just a piece of fabric and cotton, hoping it was his slim figure, his well-built abs, his nice pajama shirt, or much better, his bare dark skin that you were feeling with your own hands. Maybe it's time you accept your feelings once and for all.

His smell, impregnated in the whole room, finally has the comforting effect on you that you were desperately seeking for, and as such, you feel your pretty eyelids struggle not to shut down. But you give in, finally able to escape the tiredness of a typical day in the Devildom.

How long it passed since you closed your eyes and fell fast asleep is difficult to tell, so when Mammon finds you in his room, his heart races faster than ever, threatening to free itself from the imprisonment of his chest. Mammon feels his gut fill with what can only be described as butterflies. The giddiness taking over his body, but he endures it, not giving in. The mix of feelings: happiness, surprise, love, lust, and adoration for you; all of them at once.

Mammon also gets in his bed in that cute pajama shirt that you envision him in. Gently, he replaces his pillow in your arms with himself, seeking the warmth of your body, trying to ease his emotions, and finally rest. After all, you too offer him calm and rest with your mere presence.

Mammon thinks about how long you might have been waiting for him and feels the guilt of his actions. Truth be told, he didn't want to come back home after work, afraid of his conversation in the morning with one of the witches he owns to. The evil woman, as a way of torturing him, had revealed him a vision she had:

—So, how's the Avatar of Greed holding up? Let me give you a piece of advice Mammon: you better be aware that you are in love with that human you keep at home...— with a poisonous tone of voice, mocking the demon about his undeniable fate, his well hidden feelings that he, himself, had yet to addressed. She continued —So much for a mighty demon that looks down on humans, that you, oh Great Mammon's soul mate is a very weak and average one—, she laughed.

Mammon felt a huge wave wash him over. A million things flooded his mind. He left immediately, not a single piece of grim delivered to the woman. She could live without it anyway.

That night, right after he came home, money completely spent in a casino that he visited after his gig, Mammon faced Lucifer. It was rare, but when he did, he usually had a good reason. At those moments of clarity, Lucifer secretly reminded himself why Mammon was his right hand and his trusted brother, and he couldn't help but quietly hear his younger brother's rant, usually reasonable. Lucifer felt proud of Mammon at those rare opportunities that quickly washed away as he surely returned to his reckless self in a matter of seconds.

This time, though, Mammon had barged in his office, not knocking the door, tears forming in the corner of his eyes and fury building up in his stomach. Lucifer simply looked up, his eyes meet Mammon's, and he listens, knowing this is not something that will quickly fade away as per usual.

He listens, more than once rushing Mammon to explain himself again and again; until, finally, Mammon drops a hurtful question:

—Lucifer... Did ya put' em under my protection knowing this?—, Mammon's voice is shaky, his hands in fists stressing at his sides.

—I just knew it would be as good for them as it would be for you, Mammon...— Lucifer responded, tranquil. —How could I possibly know something like that?—.

Mammon leaves his brother's office and rushes to his room. And Lucifer sighs, trying to keep a facade of stoic toughness, when, in fact, his heart shatters, divided between his obvious crush for you, mourning his one-sided love, and also, bracing himself, slowly preparing to loose his favorite brother to a human, again. Meanwhile, Mammon meets a sleeping you in his bed, finally giving in to his feelings for you, clear as day once he sees your face.

—Yeah, I love them... Fuck...—.

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[Notes: The characters depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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[spicyclover]

Race of champions | Part one

Summary: This is the first time Mabel will attend a racing event. All happy and full of apprehension, the dream weekend will take a somewhat dramatic turn.

Character name: Mabel Lindberg, aka May. 

Part one | Part two | Part three 

Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section! And to support me by tipping me!

Little information, I will, for now, only post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

Mabel is going to R.O.C., and she still can't believe it. It's her first-ever race event she goes to. She's been preparing herself since they announced the lineup of the drivers in September. She's more than excited.

Thankfully the ticket for the race wasn't that expensive, so she had the chance to take one hotel close to the circuit. It's five minutes away from the event.

We are Friday afternoon, and she checks into her hotel room for the weekend. It's tiny but cozy and has a breathtaking view of the snowy mountains, and the icy landscape is stunning.

She took a lot of warm clothes because she couldn't wait to be outside.

She puts snow pants on, and off she explores this Sweden adventure. She arrives at the main house of the event and enters to get her passes and her little pamphlet with all the racing schedules. She only walks a few minutes outside, but her nose is already red from the cold.

She thanks the receptionist and sits a little away to put everything in her bag. In the corner of her eye, she sees David Coulthard, Valtteri Bottas and Sebastian Vettel talking actively, probably about the coming race.

It's the closest she's been to those legends, and she can't help but blush intensely.

They do not notice that they are being observed, but it is only when they decide to get out of the building that they see her. She stands before them with her eyes wide open and a shocked expression on her face.

She begins to stutter and blushes even more, which embarrasses her more. Sebastian is the first to step towards her and takes her phone from her hands to take a photo with her wishing her a nice day before going out.

She stutters a thank you before turning to the two nordic looking at her.

"Well, hello, what's your name?" Asks David taking her phone to take a picture too.

"Ma... ma... Mabel."

"You have a beautiful name, Mabel. Hope you have a great weekend and don't forget to support Team Britain." He adds before heading outside.

It's only Valterri left, and she doesn't really know what to say to him, so she looks at him without saying a word. He's a little embarrassed but does the same thing to his colleagues and takes a picture with her.

Once they left and she was alone. She can't help herself be to scream her excitement.

The receptionist gives her a weird look, but she heads outside. With a huge smile, she takes in the beautiful sunset. She's gonna love this weekend. 

On Friday night, she’s eating her meal peacefully on her own at one of the restaurant's tables for the event. She eats an excellent Swedish dumpling dish with small sweet potatoes and a good glass of white wine. Delicious. She doesn’t really realize she’s there already. 

After her dinner, she takes a walk and looks around the facility. Most of it is made of wood, and it’s really rural. She loves it and can’t help herself to photograph everything she sees. 

In the distance, she hears shouts and encouragement. Curious, she blames herself slowly for the small crowd that surrounds a point of icy water to the several pilots passing after each other and regretting having accepted this cold midnight swim.

“They’re crazy,” she whispers playfully to herself before heading back to her hotel. 

In her sleep, she dreams of a weird thing. Something dark and sweet at the same time. 

[xykcta]

can we please hear more about your OCs?? :). they look really cool and interesting!!

only if you’re okay sharing of course

Well, now I'll try to describe it all..or at least something. I have a shared setting with my girlfriend and it takes place in an alternative Europe of the 19th century (mostly in Britain). The main group of characters are cryptid hunters. Hunters founded their guild, established their foundations, hierarchy and monetary relations with "commoners", who are most often customers for catching beasts that devoured livestock.

The main characters are hunters-partners: a tall, serious man from Scandinavia named Ryan (belongs to my gf) and a frivolous Romanian drinker Ardy (belongs to me).

They behave like a stereotypical couple who divorced 10 years ago, despite the fact that they have never been married. But now it's not about them, I just needed to mention them and the place of action so that you understand further information.

In addition to primitive cryptids that just eat cows or lure children into the forest, there are much more developed entities. People call them "angels" because they are of unknown origin, most often anthropomorphic in shape (but there are also completely fucked up), have appendages similar to wings, sometimes glow and convince not to be afraid of them. Angels know human languages and pretend to be "human" pretty well. To do this, they have a "real" appearance and a "formal appearance". This is necessary for them to live together peacefully, to explore the new world around them… or just eat people. Unfortunately, human meat is a mandatory product in their diet to imitate their appearance. But some of them eat people simply because they can (this is condemned by a considerable number of relatives). Some angels are so good at pretending to be homo sapiens that they hold high positions in human institutions.

One of these angels is Dr. Lee (a character of my gf, and her drawing of him). He is the head of a psychiatric hospital, which allows him to conduct experiments. Dr. Lee is obsessed with research on creating artificial life and crossing humans with angels to breed a new race.

He behaves more like a modeler of miniature ships made of 3,000 parts than a mad scientist. He considers the human race to be several steps lower in development, so he doesn't feel sorry for the patients in his asylum. But Lee understands perfectly well that he can't just throw away lives, so he has to keep an acceptable level of the institution in order not to arouse suspicion. Not the biggest fan of his own work, but proud of his latest "projects". The first project is a successful crossing of an angel and a human woman (under the name Lilith). The second project is the successful creation of artificial life, a homunculus named Franklin.

Franklin is currently the only successful homunculus created by the hands of Dr. Lee (where did the rest of the failed attempts go? nobody knows). He doesn't react to pain, performs immoral tasks without unnecessary questions and learns quite quickly (thanks to the collective mind). Unfortunately, his emotions and feelings are artificially suppressed, so it's hard for Franklin to realize sarcasm, humor, irony and other charms of complex human emotional intelligence. Homunculus doesn't know how to regenerate, but in this case, Dr. Lee has an ace up his sleeve - he relieves the previous body of suffering and creates Franklin anew, laying all the accumulated experience with the help of the collective mind.

Dr. Lee is not the only angel in the asylum. Zebedee also lived there for a while (despite Lee's attempts to kick him out). Zebedee is quite phlegmatic and passive, but this doesn't make him not dangerous. Under huge sleeves and baggy clothes, he hides his limbs with additional joints that he cannot shorten.

Zebedee is very ancient. He probably even remembers the Cambrian period. I think that's why he looks more like a prehistoric creature than something cosmic. He collects only the best from evolution. So he has a retractable jaw like a fish and amazing manipulative abilities like humans.

But there are also ordinary people in this institution. For example, intern Beatril Quincy. He had every chance to become a new ray of light in medicine, but addiction to opium and cocaine made him a scum. He doesn't disdain to steal laudanum from the shelves of medical offices and doesn't miss the chance to steal one of the bodies from grave diggers. All he wants is to get an opportunity to escape from the hospital he hates (which he eventually succeeds after being fired at Dr. Lee's asylum and suddenly getting a job as a guild doctor)

Actually, so far this is all I can tell you about the lore. In the future, there will be a clash between the hunter guild and Dr. Lee's hospital (but this still needs to be worked out better).

I hope it was at least a little interesting (:

[taschamonnii]

More Than A Woman - Part 4 (Take A Chance On Me) 

You x Shirley Carter (70s-80s Southern Housewife Original Character  - Elizabeth Olsen) 

Read Part 5

*Disclaimer/Summary: This completely Fictional Character is based on the way Lizzie plays old-fashioned Housewives. (Some inspo is taken from WandaVision, I Saw The Light, and Love & Death) This character is in no way a portrayal of any real-life people. Audrey Williams and Candy Montgomery were real people that Lizzie has portrayed for entertainment purposes in tv & film. This story is not about them. I just want to see Lizzie play a 70s-80s housewife that is secretly Gay and stuck in a religious small-town in the South. Since she has never done that but has played the part of perfect housewife I decided to make my own character.* I will be using edited pictures from the characters she has played and unaltered gifs since it's way too hard to edit those.*

Character Description since this is a made up character: mid length-wavy-dark brown hair (think more the length in I saw the Light like it falls to her collar bones but the deep dark brown from goth Wanda era, Emerald Green eyes, Wears form fitting dresses and high waisted pants and skirts.  

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Angst/Smut/Fluff

TW: SMUT, 18+, Cheating on husbands to be GAY together, 

I am so obsessed with Lizzie playing housewife that I made a playlist! More Than A Woman

AN: This is part Four to this Original Series

Her nose scrunch! And EYES in this scene!

Word Count: 3,046

Imagine This:

You contemplate life on the drive home. You daydream of the life you could have with her if only it were more accepted. You can't help the tears that race down your cheeks. You shudder and take a shaky breath as you pull into your driveway. You sit in your truck for an unknown amount of time. Time doesn't matter. You are lost in your mind. 

Reality bites. You want to live in a fantasy where you can be with her and have a family with her and it's normal. You come crashing back to reality as knocks on your window startle you. Theo is standing there with those concerned eyes of his. You wish you could sink into the seat and disappear. You wipe the tears from your face as he opens the door. 

"What happened?" 

"Nothin-"

"Don't Y/N. Come on."

He takes your hand and pulls you out of your truck. He holds you close as he walks you into your home. He takes you to the living room and sits you down. You can feel tears track down your face but don't bother to wipe your face. He sighs as he sits next to you still holding your hand. 

"Talk to me Y/N."

"I just, I can't stop thinking of the life I could have with her. I Love her, Theo." 

"I know you do. Maybe someday we will be able to have the lives we want."

“I just want a normal life with her, I wish I was John.”

“I know sweetie, how about I make us some tea and we watch your favorite movie?”

You nod and swipe away your tears. He gets up and pulls you up as well. “Come on go get in comfy clothes.”

You change into your favorite comfy clothes and wash your face. When you make it back into the living room Theo is setting some tea on the coffee table and has also changed into his favorite pair of comfy clothes. A wave of relief floods you and you are overcome with gratitude. You would be lost without Theo. He is your best friend and the only one who knows everything about you and you know everything about him. The night in with Theo helps, well until you see her again which just happens to be at the church BBQ. 

The BBQ you learn is a huge event in this town to kick off summer and you usually love things like this but watching Shirley be the perfect church going, wife and mother is killing you. You try to enjoy the event but can’t stop finding her in the crowd. Theo has nudged you at least 20 times to get you to stop staring but you really can’t help it. The way she laughs at his dad jokes and pats his arm makes you feel more depressed. 

The worst part is that she has been watching you and has caught your hurt expression multiple times and you can tell she wants to talk to you but there hasn’t been a good time. She has been pulled in every direction she is everyone’s favorite person to talk to and the life of the whole BBQ. Theo is talking work with some old guy, his name has slipped from your mind, not that you care. You are pouty and tired and honestly just want to go home so you can stop torturing yourself. 

You wander off to the far bathroom away from everyone and the long line at the one by the picnic tables. The walk to the other side is refreshing. You hadn’t realized how hard it had been to simply breathe in the crowd until you escaped it. 

You are happy when you enter the bathroom and don’t see anyone else. Lazy fucks would rather stand in line than walk around to the other side. You take your time and as you wash your hands stare at yourself in the mirror. You analyze your reflection. You don’t really want to be a man but it would be easier to love women if you were. Your vision blurs as you stare at yourself. You don’t even realize you are crying until you feel a hand on your shoulder. You jump startled by their presence and quickly wipe at your tear stained face. 

“Y/N why are you crying what’s wrong?”

Of course it’s Shirley. 

“Nothin-” 

“No. Something is wrong. You have been looking at me all day with the saddest face I have ever seen and it’s killing me. Did I do something wrong?”

“No. No. it’s me. I’m stupid I’m being stupid.”

She sighed and turned back to the door, locking it. You tilted your head in question at her. But she didn’t answer. She walked back over to you and turned on a sink and turned you fully away from the mirror. She held your hips for a minute before slowly wrapping you up in a hug. Your arms clung to her on instinct. All your body wanted was to be close to her. 

She pulled back after a moment and cupped your face softly in both her hands. She leaned in slowly and pressed her lips to your forehead then your chin and then your lips. You melted into the softness she offered you. This was different from the heated passionate kisses you both shared. This kiss was full of longing and dare you say it love. You couldn’t help the tear that escaped your eye as she slowly pulled away. Her thumb softly caught the tear and swiped it away.

“Can you please talk to me?”

You bit your bottom lip. “I just, I think,” you shook your head, “I’m falling for you.”

Her gaze softened and she rested her forehead on yours. “I feel it too.” 

Your heart ached. You didn’t want to deal with all this here now in the church bathroom. You kissed her in a rush pushing her back into the wall. “Mmmph.”

You pressed yourself as close as you could get. Her fingers grabbed at the back of your neck and tangled into your hair. You gripped her hips hard, probably too hard but you couldn’t help it. You bit her bottom lip and sucked on it. She met your urgency and multiplied it as she slipped her tongue into your mouth. You slipped a hand under her blouse and aggressively cupped her breast. You moved the other hand down and grabbed at the long fabric of her skirt. You pulled it up and she reached down helping you get it bunched up between you. Her hands gripped your shoulders tightly as you cupped the wet fabric covering her center. You moved to the band and slipped your hand inside. You quickly coated two fingers in slick heat as you slid up and down grazing her clit. You kissed her lips trying to make sure she stayed quiet and squeezed her breast still in your other hand as you slid two fingers into her with ease. 

She lifts her left leg up and pins you close to her. One of her hands slips out of your hair and pulls on your blouse. Her hips rock into your fingers as you move your fingers inside her. Her nails dig into your shoulder as you feel her tighten around your fingers. 

You press your palm harder against her clit as you move and curl your fingers inside her. She bites your neck hard to suppress her moans. Her hips falter but you go harder and faster. Her walls flutter and contract around your fingers. You move your other hand from her breast to her hip to keep her steady against the wall as her legs tremble. She clings to you and you press as close as you can and hold her up as she rides out her high. The leg she had wrapped around you falls and helps her gain stability. She presses her forehead to yours and kisses you like she's not done. 

She moves and switches your positions pressing you against the wall. She kisses down your neck and unbuttons your blouse to bite at your skin and mark you as hers. She moves to remove your blazer for more access when the door clanks in place like someone tried to open it but the lock stopped it. 

You both part in a rush as you hear it again. "Give us one minute just getting a stain out of Y/N's skirt." 

"Shirley is that you?" 

"Oh hi Bev, yes it is. One sec!"

She turns to you and splashes water on your skirt as you button up your blouse and she fixes her lipstick with the swipe of her finger. She turns the water off and you grab a paper towel. She unlocks the door and you pat at your skirt. 

"What happened to Y/N's skirt?"

Candy smiled "BBQ sauce. One of the kids got her. You know how all the kids love her. But we got it out."

You nodded "Shirley rescued me."

Bev smiled. "She is the best at everything, that's why we all love her so much." 

"Very true." You nodded. 

"You two are full of it. I'm not the best at everything." 

Shirley shook her head. You were honestly in awe of how quickly she recovered and turned back into the housewife everyone loves. It's funny you never noticed how much she forces her voice higher and emphasizes a southern accent when she's talking to everyone else. You feel lucky that you get to hear her deeper authentic voice. You wonder if her husband ever hears her real voice. You are pulled from your thoughts as Bev passes you to get to the sink. She washes her hands and you all head back to the BBQ. The rest of the event is spent closer to Shirley laughing with the other ladies as she charms them all. By the time it's all ending you are tired from the rollercoaster of events and emotions. You end up sleeping the next day and only awake to your doorbell ringing. 

You try to ignore the ringing but can’t. You get up and throw a robe on not caring that your hair is a mess and it’s obvious that  you just got out of bed. When you open the door you regret your choice because of course it’s Shirley. And as always she looks incredible. She is wearing a knee length dark blue dress and has her hair down in loose waves with her sunglasses on top of her head. You are a bit shocked today was not one of your usual days. 

She gave you a soft smile. “Is it a bad time?”

You shake your head. “No. No. Come in. I just wasn’t expecting you and I slept in.”

You feel frazzled as you move to let her in. She walks in and sets her bag down, dropping her sunglasses into the open bag. She is comfortable in your house and wanders toward your kitchen. You follow and smile as she starts to brew some coffee. 

You grab two cups and set them next to the pot. She turns to you and tilts her head. “Did you just wake up?”

“Maybe. Did my hair give me away?”

“That and your robe.” 

She tugged the tied belt of your robes and it came undone. Her gaze trailed down your body and she smiled discovering you slept in just a big t-shirt. The coffee beeped, pulling her attention away from you. 

“Do you have milk or half and half?” She asked as she poured the coffee.

You got the half and half out of the fridge and set the carton next to her. She poured some in each cup and you put it away. She handed you a cup and slowly walked over to your couch. You followed, still unsure what she was doing here. She sat at an angle and you decided to again just copy her. She sipped her coffee and so did you.

“So from the look on your face I can tell you are waiting to see what I’m doing here.”

You nod. She continues. “Well, yesterday was a lot and I just had to come see you and make sure we are okay. So, are we?”

“That is a good question. We basically admitted that we are falling for each other in the church bathroom.”

You sip your coffee then set it on the table. You turnt o her fully and give her a sad sort of smile. “How do you feel about me?”

She set her coffee on the table and moved to invade your space. Her hands are warm from holding her coffee as she cups your face. You close your eyes for a moment just enjoying her softness. “Look at me.”

You open your eyes and her deep green eyes lock onto yours. “I love you Y/N. I’m in love with you.”

“And I love you Shirley, so much. But it’s not that simple.”

She leans in and presses her forehead to yours. “No, it's not simple at all. But you are worth the work of figuring this out. I can’t lose you.”

No one has ever said anything like that. You are so used to rejection. You don’t know how to respond, words have left your mind and all you can do is kiss her. She kisses back with a fever. She lightly tugs your bottom lip between her teeth as she breaks the kiss and stands up. She grabs at the collar of your robe and pulls you up. She kisses you again and starts leading you back to your room. You take turns pulling and pushing and pressing each other against every wall on the way until you make it to your room. She quickly gets rid of your robe and you unzip her dress to reveal a turquoise knee length nightgown. 

You kiss her and lead her to the bed where she uses one leg to give her leverage to scoot back and lay down completely you follow crawling over her. You use one hand to hold you up and the other travels up her long leg. Her skin is so soft and warm! 

You move your kisses to her neck and she sighs. “Bite me.” You do. “Ah, softer.”

You bite her softer and soothe each bit with your tongue. Her hips rock up in search of friction. You move to slot your legs together and grind your own hips against hers. You quickly learn she didn’t even bother to wear panties and had been too lazy last night. The skin on skin contact makes you both sigh with relief. Her breath is hot in your ear. Her voice is deep and raspy “I love you, Y/N. I love you.”

You kiss her lips once again and look down at her “I love you, Shirley. I love you.”

She pulls you down and kisses you harder, slipping her tongue in your mouth and it's the best feeling, the best high you have ever experienced. You slow things down wanting them to last, wanting to show her how much you love her. 

You move your hips with a purpose and kiss her pouring all your love into it and it makes her moan against your lips. She matches your hips and you both enter a delicate and passionate dance. Everything feels different like it’s all been escalated by the love you are both pouring into it. The passion is still hot but it's slow and you both savor the feeling of having each other like this. The build up is beautiful and better than you’ve ever had. There is nothing but her. Her soft skin. The smell of her hair and skin. The taste of her lips. It’s overwhelming in the best way. As you both reach the peak you cling to each other. Your bodies arch and the best feeling of bliss travels from your toes to the top of your head. You moan against her neck and she moans against yours and you cling to each other as you slow your movements.

You roll off her and she rolls to be half on top of you making the straps of her nightgown fall off her shoulders. Her hair is a mess and she is glowing. She looks at you softly and you can see the love she has for you. “Tell me something nobody knows about you?”

 You tilt your head at her “Like what?”        

“I don’t know maybe a secret or something you are proud of.”

“Hmm I have something I am secretly proud of but pretend to hate.”

She rested her head on her hand and smiled “Oh I love this already.”

You tap her nose and she scrunches it up and swats your hand away. “Tell me.”

“Okay, okay. When I was like two years old my mom put me in those stupid beauty pageants and I won several years and my mom still has the trophies.”

“No way! How long were you in the pageants?”

She scoots up and you run your hand over her arm. “It didn’t last long. I apparently threw a huge fit and destroyed a dress and that was the end of it. I don’t know why but the whole thing makes me proud. I have trophies that are proof that I won and then I had so much attitude I put a stop to it at like four years old like a tiny badass.” 

She nodded and you could tell she was holding back her laughter. “You can laugh, I know you want to.”

A soft laugh escaped her lips. “Sorry. Sorry. Just picturing a tiny little you in the over the top dresses is an adorable and funny image. Oh my god do you have pictures?” 

“I don’t have them here. They are at my parents house in Cali with the trophies.”

“Oh what I’d give to see them.”

“Maybe someday you could. We won’t be here forever. Theo's company estimates maybe a few years.”

Her face drops and you can see the sadness in her eyes. “Oh.”

AN: Sorry to leave it on a bit of an angsty cliff but I honestly pulled the last 2000 words out of nowhere just now. I don't know for sure where this story will end but I am probably only going to do two more parts. Let me know what you think. Where do you want it to go? How do you want it to end?

[quirkwizard]

In a previous post you said that if a character should be nerfed it would be Tomura, how exactly would you handle that?

So how would you change Shigaraki post All For One transplant?

So I was going to talk about how I would change things with Tomura and All For One taking him over, but this one just simply became too long. I’m also focusing more on Tomura exclusively and not other ways you could mitigate this, like putting him against characters that could better counter him besides just by using “Erasure”, or other issues it may cause, like that general arms race he started with all this. If any of you are interesting in any of that, feel free to ask.

As I said before, one of my biggest issues with this entire shift is just how powerful it makes Tomura. Your final villain can and should be powerful, but the jump that Tomura makes is so huge and sudden that it hurts the story. After Tomura's time in the tube, he can destroy whole areas with a touch, is stronger than All Might in his prime, has every single power stored by All For One, and that's not even getting to the growths. Any one of those would make him extremely dangerous, but all of them together is just overkill. It ends up putting Tomura at the top of the food chain without any intermediate steps or challenges to that position. And because he is so powerful, there isn't anything anyone can really do to him. They can either wail away at him to no effect or get ragdolled, effectively making any fight with them totally pointless outside of one other character. It's not even like there's any counterplay with other powers because most of the people going against Tomura are purely physical fighters. And because Hori refuses to kill characters, it becomes this battle of attrition where neither side can do anything to the other until Izuku shows up.

Personally, I think the best answer would be to drop one or two of these powers. Because even if he only had half of his powers, Tomura would still be a massive threat to the world and to the other characters. I would definitely drop the flesh creations first, I just don't think they were needed to make him more threatening or the fight more interesting. Otherwise, the problem comes in how all three aspects are so plot relevant that it's hard to imagine removing any one of them without rewriting a lot of parts. So if we can't do that, we could weaken some of them or give Tomura more weaknesses in general. First and foremost, his physical augmentations. I will never understand why you would make Tomura stronger than Prime All Might. That is just such a leap from everything we've seen of what the doctor is capable of, even with the other Nomu. You could still make him powerful enough to be a threat if he was more on Hood's Level, or even the USJ Nomu. Given what we've seen, those too are still pretty far above the rest of the characters. And if he needs it, just let him augment his body with other powers, like All For One was doing before.

You could reduce the power of "Decay" as well. Maybe don't make it capable of wiping out whole cities in a single touch, or remove one of the other buffs the Quirk got, like how it's able to transfer so fast or so easily. At least remove how much control he has, since that barely seems to matter with how he uses it. Another problem I would add is that his body is incomplete. That could have been an interesting weakness. Because of the heroes' efforts, the perfect vessel had a major Achilles heel in how his body was breaking down and barely holding together under all the strain. But no, by the next arc, Hori reassures us that everything is going fine for Tomura. You could have easily kept that aspect to make him more vulnerable or even play it into Tomura rejecting the changes he is going through. On that note, Tomura actively fighting against All For One could lead to him developing some weaknesses. Like the changes he is undergoing aren't working right because the body is rejecting them. An attack suddenly gets stopped because Tomura regains control, an internal fight leads to an opening for the heroes to attack, or Quirks aren't combined how they are supposed to because Tomura isn't having it.

[technodromes]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN !!!

NAME. Sabine/Saby

PRONOUNS. she/her

BEST EXPERIENCE. I had many good experiences, I couldn't just name one without feeling like I don't do the others justice by not mentioning them as well. And while my memories of being part of tumblr multi-fandom rpc's are somewhat bittersweet now, but I wouldn't be here writing if a friend didn't convince me into it back then.

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION. I definitely prefer to plot and discuss ooc things on discord. tumblr's IM's are fine for quick small things and to get to know each other for a bit before exchanging discord, but I find the small chat window impractical for in-depth discussions.

MOST ACTIVE MUSE. Krang. He was my blob boy back then and he still is the main character on this blog for me. As a multimuse, my moods and interests may shift around, but there's always room for Krang if I'm here to post around.

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS. On tumblr, it's about 10 years? Maybe 11? I have no concept of time tbh. I wrote already on a different site before, which is about 17 years ago, but it was all in german. With that plenty of experience you'd think I'd know better than to repeat certain mistakes over and over but alas

RP PET PEEVES. Definitely anything drama-related. Coming on my blog to have fun and seeing someone declare war on someone else ooc on my dash without any tags on it is a huge turn-off for me and often ruins my own mood. In that same vein, I can't stand callout culture. Forcing people into a 'me or them' situation because you don't like that person they rp with, is bullshit. Ask them to tag their blog and blacklist the tag, problem solved. I want to unwind here and have fun in my little sandbox, not to become the president of the united states. Also, vague posting and the inability of people to talk about their issues? If you have a problem with a partner, talk to them?? How people prefer to vague-rant about their partners over actually trying to solve the problem, while actively doing a hobby that requires writing with other people is honestly beyond me? If you can't handle the stress of writing with people, then why do you engage in a writing hobby with said other people? Note here, I prefer people come forward to me if I did something wrong, even though I have severe social anxiety myself. Partners talking to me about shit I did is a LOT of stress to me, but I don't just block and run. I listen and I acknowledge it. And I try to do better. I can only learn to righten mistakes and get better at handling my social anxieties when I actually deal with it instead of running away. It's not rocket science. Does my pulse race and I get all sweaty and uncomfortable? Yes. But I feel a lot better having a problem solved afterward than having it linger around forever and the constant trash-talking behind each other's back like pre-schoolers.

PLOTS OR MEMES. Both? Both is good. There have been instances where I received prompts that left me a little clueless on what to do with them, and in other instances, I wrote up a whole starter for a potential fun plot from a received prompt alone. Memes can lead to interesting situations and are good ice-breakers. The trick is to pick the right muse/s and the right prompt. It's definitely a hit or miss, but I DO like prompt memes. Plotting helps to solidify the chemistry between the muses through it all and to not suddenly run into a dead-end. How a muse will react to option A or option B, where they actually are, and if there will be any potential NPC. But I'm not into plotting things out from A to Z. There are always variables and it sucks to run into a situation in the plot that actually feels out of character for your muse to do, just to keep the plot going. It takes the fun out of writing a story for me. I like to have a little freedom in a moderately plotted thread. It helps to just talk about the muses with a partner, to find a common ground. Maybe both muses mourn about losing a beloved one, both muses have lost everything and need to rebuild themselves up from the ground. I don't like people coming to me and ask me right away if I have 'any ideas for a plot'. My brain usually goes into static mode right away. I prefer people just asking about my muses or telling me about theirs to hit off with a plot.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES.  Definitely long to medium in length. I don't mind short, light-hearted shenanigans to get in the writing mood, but they usually get on the longer side very fast lmao. I just like to set the mood and describe my muse's processings, but it is also important to me to include my partner's muse into it. So it gets inevitably long very fast. I don't expect my partners to match length. But if a reply feels very lackluster with many errors and little content to work with, I am likely to ask for a change or ask to drop it if the mood for it seems gone.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES? Not really. I mean, there are bits and pieces that resonate with me. Like Shredder's anger. I won't lie, I am a very spiteful little goblin and I can get angry about anything and everything. I am not as vengeful tho, I let go of things that pissed me off eventually. I am also very insecure about myself and the things I do, so I can relate to Krang's hidden insecurities. It's really more about relating to them than really seeing myself in them in any way or capacity tho.

TAGGED BY: @dynamoprotocol

[w1tchsoup]

Tumblr's drafts ate my ask meme reply, so it's going in here instead! @piipaw

🌇 for a headcanon about morning- or evening ritual:

His morning ritual is the one that changes the least between when he lives in a camp or indoors. He rises with the sun, meditating before all else, preferably in the dawn's light. That's easy in a camp. He shuffles outside his tent with his eyes still screwed shut, his voluminous hair a rat's nest, drool caked to his chin, and he kneels, taking in the glorious potential of the day.

The hair is getting addressed as soon as he's out of the zone. I cannot stress how uncomfortable it can get having long hair tangled in horns from restless sleep. Gale's usually kind enough to give him a hand if he's not in a hurry because he overslept. Hoshi resquest no magic be used. If someone's helping, it's now a ritual of sorts. It's social grooming for the sake of establishing bonds now.

If there's anyone else around to be awake at that point, he's going to try to rope them into stretching with him. He doesn't care what their skill level is. In his opinion, loosening up can make a huge difference in people's quality of life and he knows much about how to properly do it. Don't asking him what the names of any of the muscles are anywhere unless it's the glutes and the tongue. He will have no idea. Point to an area that's tight and he'll be able to tell you where you actually need to be stretching.

Next is breakfast. Leave that "monks can go many days without food" stuff on the ground. Litereally, anyone can go days without food. It's not even a flex. Save it for emergencies or when he's on a spiritual journey of some sort, alright? He's a big tiefling who likes big meals with people he loves so he can save cats from trees or whatever heroing needs doing. Now that I've painted him like a brute, he's actually a very neat eater. He takes him time to appreciate the meal that's before him, wherever it came from.

This is where it differs by setting; if Hoshi is living a stationary life, this is when he would go bathe. He prefers to start the day feeling fresh and it gives his hair time to dry. If he is out adventuring, he does it at the end of the day out of necessity. Crawling onto his bedroll covered in Gods knows what filth he has on him must be avoided, if the luxury presents itself. It prevents all sorts of illnesses. Unfortunately, that leaves the task of drying all that hair or going to bed with it wet. I've got a drabble I'm writing on this actually, so stay tuned.

Anyhow, clothing and accessories come next. Adventuring makes things so easy. His outfit is picked out for him. It's done. Otherwise, he basically has to lay his clothing out to stare at it until an outfit idea jumps out at him. Since he can't wear rings thanks to the force of his punches, he goes for necklaces instead. Bonus points if they're long enough to compliment his big honkers.

If he's around anyone else who does makeup, he wants to do it alongside them. Otherwise, he'll just take a looking glass to wherever other people are to do it. He's a flexible morning person. If there's talking, he's talking. If the vibe is 'everyone's groggy everyone shut the fuck up," he's happy to put on his contour in comfortable silence. 

So, basically, everyone else is praying that Gale doesn't decide he wants to be included that morning. He'll show up asking Hoshi to do just a smidge of bottom liner for him and now there are two very loud individuals chattering away.

🧼 for a hygiene-themed headcanon:

Cue tiefling headcanons don't @ me. Listen. Game mechanics and how characters work outside battle are two different things. It happens all the time in character interactions.

Keeping the scalier parts of tiefling anatomy exfoliated is a chore. If they're strictly in the company of their own kind, it's not much of an issue. If they're literally rubbing elbows with softer races, it becomes important if they don't want to cause chafing. He'll rub at his joints with a river stone if he has to to smooth out the abrasive edges when he's bathing out in the wilderness.

The claws are a similar issue. Hoshi had already been clipping the ones on his hands since he was a young child in the interest of punching things without stabbing his own hands. The ones on his toes eventually had to go as well. If he goes a few nights without filing them for whatever reason, Gale is going to wake him in the middle of the night to tell him that he's sleeping in the other room. Gale's not angry. He adores him etc etc. There's only so many scrapes on his legs in one night that he can sleep through.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (Part 17)

Part 17: Frosted Window Panes

Harry woke with a start, body lurching as he came out of his dream gasping for breath; visions of fire, and veils, and ghostly train stations remained on the edges of his periphery.

"S'alright," a voice behind him slurred and Harry wanted to sink into his voice. How could he have forgotten Draco was here?

He slipped lower in the bed and turned onto his side, being careful not to kick Helmi where she was still asleep at the end of the bed.

"It was just a dream," Draco murmured, eyes still closed as he reached for Harry and stroked his fingers along his arm.

"Go back to sleep," Harry murmured, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Draco's nose.

The other man hummed and tugged Harry a little closer, "That's my line," he said, voice a little clearer this time.

"It's going to be a little while for me," he murmured, "I might get up and read for a bit."

At that one of Draco's eyes opened, "The window panes are frosted."

"Sorry?" he asked.

He nodded at the window behind Harry's head, "Frosted window panes."

Harry glanced over his shoulder, "They are, yeah."

"Roll over," Draco said.

(Read more below the cut)

An argument was on the tip of his tongue but instead he just did as Draco bid.

"When I was little, my mum would come in after I'd had a nightmare and tell me stories."

"Yeah?" he asked softly, reveling in the intimacy of the story being shared.

"Mmhmm," Draco hummed in reply. "And in the winter, she'd do a neat bit of spell work to make the stories appear in the frost on the window pane."

"Really?" Harry asked.

He felt Draco nod, lips brushing over his shoulder, "I think I remember the one about the snowman who comes to life and takes a child to a huge party of snowmen. Hold on," he said, rolling away and patting around on the bed for his wand. "Gelu animatus," he whispered, twisting his wand.

For a heartbeat nothing happened but then the frost started to shift and reshape itself, forming characters that stood against the backdrop of the streetlamps outside Harry's window. While the pictures moved and shifted, Draco told the story, voice soft and low in his ear.

Slowly Harry's body calmed, his heart stopped pounding and his mind slowed from its racing as he listened to the story and watched it illustrated before his eyes on the glass.

When Draco finished the story, Harry's eyes were feeling heavy again and he snuggled back against Draco, pulling Draco's arm tighter around his chest and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," he replied. "Feel better?"

He nodded, "Loads."

"Good." The were quiet for a few minutes and Harry was just about to drift off when Draco said, "My father's having a garishly large, ostentatious Christmas party."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed, "Yeah?"

Draco sighed, his breath warm against the back of Harry neck. "Yes, they have one every year and I wasn't going to go because I didn't think that it would be the same without my mum."

He brought Draco's knuckles to his lips once more and pressed a kiss to his skin, giving a modicum of the comfort he'd spent the past several months longing to be able to.

"I wasn't going to go, but..." he trailed of uncertainly.

"But?" Harry prompted.

"But now we're actually together and it might be fun. The food is really good, there's a live band and dancing, there's loads of free alcohol. If you wanted-"

"Yeah," he said, nodding and interrupting him.

"Really?"

"Yeah," he repeated. "I'd love to," he added.

Draco swallowed, "Are you sure? My dad can be a lot."

"If you want to go, I want to take you."

The other man pressed his smile into Harry's neck and Harry rumbled inarticulately at him. "Thank you."

He nodded, "Can't very well give back my title of 'best fake boyfriend' if I'm not willing to replace it with the title, 'best real boyfriend'."

Draco huffed a laugh, "I'm going back to sleep."

"Sweet dreams," he murmured. "See you in the morning."

When Harry closed his eyes again, it was to dream of parties and Draco in fancy dress robes, smiling and dancing with him. He let the dancing carry him straight through to morning.

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Part 16: Gifts | Part 18: Family Christmas

P.s. The Snowman is the story I was envisioning Draco telling.

[skania]

The Final Stroke: Thoughts on Haru's conflict (+Rin)

Okay so reading all the summaries of The Final Stroke Part 1 has left me with A LOT of thoughts. About Haru, about Rin, about Rin & Haru and how all the different character conflicts will be tied together in Part 2.

BUT since I have been waiting YEARS for Free! to feed me some juicy Haru conflict, of course I'm sinking my teeth into that first because peeling off Haru's layers has always been my favorite Free! sport.

It's been a long while since I've tried to get into Haru's head AND I haven't even watched the movie yet so I'm probably wrong, but here goes nothing. As per usual, it will be long and image-heavy because I can't keep things short and sweet to save my life.

Also, it's heavy on spoilers about The Final Stroke so please do not read without reading Fencer's summary first!

AND since it's basically impossible to discuss Haru without discussing Rin and vice-versa, please do also expect a healthy dose of RinHaru.

Utsumi: Indeed; it’s a path Haruka never would have chosen himself. But despite claims that he doesn’t care about winning or losing or scoring certain times, he’s always been attentive to Rin’s presence. [x]

Please assume there's a huge "IMO" attached to this whole post.

In Season 1, we saw Haru struggle to understand that the reason for his emotional turmoil was quite simply that he wanted to swim with Rin again.

In Season 2, we saw Haru struggle because he wanted to follow Rin into the Pro world, but he felt like he didn't deserve to do so because he didn't have a dream and thus, no strong feelings about competitive swimming itself.

Needless to say, there's a pattern.

In Season 3, the series kind of took a detour. Still, it did plant some seeds, the most important IMO being the following:

"After I hit 20, I will be..."

"If you ask me what lies ahead of me, I..."

"You can't survive without throwing something away. I didn't want to throw anything away. But I lost."

"Maybe I don't deserve to compete at the global level."

Road to the World adds some extra layers to all that by showing us just what else is connected to that fear of Haru's.

Because, what do we see after Rin tells Haru that no matter what wall [Rin] faces, the one thing that doesn't change is his desire to keep swimming with [Haru]?

We see the moment Rin tells Haru "aim for the world with me, Haru!". Then, the moment Rin asks Haru what his dream is—right when Haru finally felt free after achieving the dream he had that season, that of swimming with Rin again. Lastly, we see the moment Rin asks Haru "what will you do?" when it comes to choosing between swimming in a recreational pool, or the one used by the National Team.

Every single one of these moments brought Haru closer to his dream—and Rin is the common factor in them all. So when Rin tells Haru,

It's obvious by those flashbacks alone what Haru's answer is. He, too, wants to keep swimming with Rin in that world.

But before the thought can fully form in Haru's mind, Albert flashes through it. We immediately see Haru's disposition change, and the result is the most telling of all.

Just like always, the imagery is on point. Rin and his desire to swim with him give Haru strength and purpose and Haru clenches his fist—but this time, Albert seeps that strength from him until his fist goes limp. And suddenly, Haru doesn't know what to say to Rin anymore.

Because, what Albert makes Haru wonder, is this:

From my limited perspective (like I said before, I haven't watched TFS yet), I think that might just be where the heart of Haru's issue in The Final Stroke lies.

I think a big part of why Haru wants to win against Albert so badly is probably because he wants to prove to himself that he does deserve to be in that world—like Rin. That all his friends are right to believe in him.

And he feels even more pressured because he thinks he's running out of time.

All this pressure to win—not to feel the water better or to be the best in the water he loves so much, but simply to win before he's "ordinary"—does not let Haru swim freely. He doesn’t swim like himself.

He is probably terrified of his own limits and of how close he might be to hitting them, and this fear and pressure are binding him.

Moreover, while Haru decided that he wanted to swim in that world, the truth is that he doesn’t know what the future holds for him.

He has no long-term, tangible plans. Unlike Rin, who wants to win a gold medal, Haru just wants to swim "in the whole world". This, added to the fact that he thinks he’ll be ordinary by 20 and that he has not managed to beat Albert, makes it so Haru is basically blinded to what the future can bring for him. He can’t see that sight.

Part of the reason for this, I feel, is that the series has never addressed the big elephant in the room.

What exactly does Haru get out of competitive swimming, besides swimming with Rin? Because "swimming in that world" is nice and sweet and idealistic, but it doesn't cover the fact of racing itself.

I used to talk a lot about why Haru needed to find a reason to enjoy competing even when it isn't against Rin. That he needed to find a reason to want that for himself. I even thought S3 may finally go for it, but it ended without Haru finding meaning in that "world of wins and losses", as he used to call it.

Usually, he’d look at Rin to point the way forward. And it is knowing that Rin (and to a lesser extent, Ikuya) is there fighting with him and aiming for the world as well that gives Haru some reassurance.

However, from what we know from the summaries, Haru isn’t thinking of them when he swims. He is entirely caught up on needing to beat Albert because of what it has come to represent to him.

There’s also the issue of Haru’s competitiveness. Haru spent a long time suppressing it and only indulging in it with Rin. But he has always wanted to be the best in the water—the one who "feels" it best.

It wasn’t that he wanted to win, or that he hated losing; it was just that he couldn’t simply accept that there was someone who could feel the water more than he could. (x)

So when you combine all of this, I feel like Haru has lost sight of the most important thing—that instead of swimming just to win, like it’s a job, he should swim to feel the water he loves so much and, most importantly, for the team (with his friend’s feelings in his heart).

That way, he could swim like himself and the water won’t be sad nor lonely.

This all sounds like a lot and it is. Haru is all but suffocating under this weight.

So, when Rin comes and tells him that [Haru] will be facing Albert alone—that they aren’t fighting him together, like Haru hoped for—Haru snaps.

It’s not only that what Haru perceives as the biggest obstacle to his dream (Albert) is standing before Haru (alone) and Rin won’t be there to share his struggles, but also that Rin is the reason he’s there in the first place because Rin is the one that made Haru stop wanting to be ordinary.

He’s the reason why he’s gotten to this point and the reason he came into the global stage and ran into Albert. He’s also the biggest thing Haru will lose if he can’t win against Albert—because if Haru’s dream ends, he won’t get to swim with Rin in that world anymore.

And now Rin’s walking away from swimming free and leaving him alone with this beast of a swimming machine and with [Haru’s] own limitations. And Haru feels trapped. He feels bitter. He feels betrayed. Terrified.

And, of course, lost. Because just like Rin once said, "Without you, I have nothing to aim for, you know?"

So, he snaps.

And by burning bridges with Rin, the very embodiment of "For the Team", the one person that he has always wanted to swim with most of all, the one whose feelings he was still connected to above all—by virtue of swimming together in that world, by sharing a dream—Haru now feels like he's truly alone in the water.

Haru is essentially turning his back on the very reason he swims for—in more ways than one. So, he’s becoming a second Albert. Only there to win, not to have fun.

Because that’s the thing. Haru says he’s doing it for his dream, but since he can’t see that dream clearly, he lacks direction. All he can see is the immediate future and all that stares back at him are his own limitations—embodied by Albert himself.

Albert represents, then, the road Haru must not take. Haru can’t be all about becoming stronger simply for the sake of winning—and he must definitely not do so alone. Like Ikuya said in S3, if Haru isn't gaining that strength for someone else (the team), there's no point.

So, since this is Free!, Haru needs to go back to his roots and truly swim for the team once again. But I feel like he also needs to re-contextualize his dream and truly define what it entails, for once and for all. Which, if we go by everything we've seen so far—should involve swimming with Rin.

Only then will he be able to swim freely again.

There's A LOT of foreshadowing and things from S3 that will most likely play a role in that and I haven't even touched Rin's choice to not swim free anymore, but this has gotten really long and I've run out of image slots lmao so I'll just have to ramble about those some other time 🙇‍♀️

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

Hello! I hope you're having a good day. May I ask for NSFW alphabet letters K, M, and X for X Drake, Jack the Drought, and King the Wildfire? Thanks for your time ^.^

One thing to note before going into this; so when I was originally writing this I had a really hard time writing for King and I ended up scrapping what I had because I really didn't like what I came up with mostly because...we really don't know anything about him in the story currently, and for me at least nothing I could really use to be able to write for him, which I know this is like porn and all and story really shouldn't matter but and usually when it comes to characters that we know little/nothing about I look to other writers interpretation of them for some sort of inspiration but I really couldn't find anything for King so this left me stuck on this request for a very long time so unfortunately I don't think I can write for him until we get some kind of background/flashback for him and maybe learn more about his 'secret race' or something that Big Mom mention I hope you understand and enjoy Drake and Jack's parts I hope they at least turned out okay! 😅

(NSFW under the cut as always)

X Drake 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise; for both of you. Drake can be very sweet for you and doesn't even have to try, hell most of the time he doesn't even realize that he's gushing non stop about you to the rest of the Tobbi roppo (mostly to Hawkins) and he gets quite red in the face when he does. Now that's out of the bedroom context when he doesn't realize that he's doing it, in the bedroom however is when he 100% aware and purposely praising everything single thing he loves about you, how you distract his workflow just by thinking about you; your smile, your eyes, how heavenly you feel around his cock whether it be your mouth or hole, his praises are all sung in this low husky whisper right up to your ear as he goes to town on your sex and its guaranteed to make you come each time. 

Now he can give the medicine no problem, taking it however is a little different. Both in and out of the bedroom praising him will make him a very bright flush in the face and when it's in the bedroom it gets to the point where it will literally make him sob for you. If you tell him how good he's doing, how good he's making you feel, how much you love him, how amazing it feels for his cock hitting your sweets spots he definitely won't last long and the entirety of onigashima will know exactly when he finishes inside you. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Quite a few things really; from bending down in front of him to pick up something showing off your ass for maybe a few more purposeful seconds than you should've, to running your fingers through his hair, to watching you kick ass in a fight - it'll all go straight to his dick and make him pull you away as soon as possible to show you just exactly how much you really can get him to desperately fuck your brains out. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I mean the man is pretty tall, over fucking seven feet (233 cm) so dino man having a big dick is kind of a given. It's pretty huge but enough to where you can get a good portion of it inside but there's still a bit that even in the deepest inside still just can't fit without him possibly hurting you (which he never wants) 

Jack the drought 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Biting; mostly on him given he's part fishman and could accidentally bite too deep and hurt you so instead he prefers for you to mark up his flesh with your teeth - the little prickle you give even with it being so tiny given your compared size shocks the largest waves of pleasure through him and when you lick over the flesh with his name building up in a moan in the back of your throat in between bites it practically makes him want to come on the spot. 

Like I said he prefers to have you bite on him given his teeth but if he knows that you're already with it then he'll return the favor of all the times you've marked him up. It's nothing too hard, mostly teeth lightly grazing and gently scratching your skin, when he does actually bite he's very careful to keep his jaw strength in check, he does have a love for sadism but it only would take one wrong mouth and your entire shoulder would be chomped off and you actually do mean something to him. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Purposely making him mad; liking talking back and any "make me" comments make him practically stop whatever he's doing and see if you still have any of that attitude when you're gagging on whatever you can fit of his cockhead in your mouth. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Mammoth man big. Very big. Maybe with some long, drawn out, leg quaking, mind shattering preparation that makes your hole dripping enough so you can fit the tiniest bit of him into you (assuming you're regular sized) He can't go deep into you but even the smallest of thrusts you can feel rearrange your guts and can easily getting you sobbing from pleasure (which goes right to his sadistic heart and he absolutely that shit he eats right up) 

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[themandylion]

For the fic meme I would have to say its the very first fic I've ever read from you, the series "Cats, Birds, Bats, and the Occasional Spoiler"

Haha aw, yeah. The first story I wrote in this series (Of Cats and Conjugals, which ended up becoming the third story) was written in part as an exercise in writing something short. And then I made into a series. Ah well...

So the second story, So It Goes, was originally supposed to be this whole retelling of the first arc of the Red Robin series (or, as I call it, BruceQuest), revealing Tim's big character backstory secret. Some of that gets touched on in WWCSD?, because I realized I'd never finish the big story. But still, this scene lingers on...

He tosses some clothes and toiletries in a backpack, then does a much more careful job packing one of the special bags that gives a false X-ray reading that Bruce came up with for when they have to travel and can't just jump on the Batplane. Grows a mustache and lightens that and his hair to a dirty brown, adds a false nose and chin, and the finishing touch of some grey contacts. It's nothing drastic, but between those small changes and styling his hair differently, it should be enough to keep anyone from recognizing Bruce Wayne's second son, especially overseas where they have their own, homegrown celebrity screw-ups to obsess over.

Jason's not sure if it'll be enough to fool Stray. As an unknown element, Stray's never earned enough trust to know the civilian identities of Batman and his partners, never mind that the guy is more likely to help in a pinch than Selina. Still, with the way things seem to be going between Redwing and Stray, Jason's kind of hoping that keeping the secret won't be so important in the future.

Gathering everything together, he leaves the safe house he's been using to get his face on. Catches a bus and rides it out to the airport per the instructions Stray texted him the day before. He can't go through security yet, since Stray's the one bringing tickets and a passport for this new identity.

"Alvin? Is that you? Oh, good, I thought it had to be, you've got a very distinct silhouette," someone says, and suddenly a girl in a big red hat is looping her arm through his and chattering away. "I told you, darling, we're taking the train to Metropolis, it's silly to fly, a complete waste of money."

"Sorry, I think you have the wrong person," Jason says, trying to somehow extricate himself from the woman's iron grip.

She tilts her head back and pushes up the floppy brim of her hat. Dark brown eyes twinkle at him over ridiculously huge sunglasses and bright red lips tug upwards in a smirk that never fails to send Jason's heart racing. "No, I'm sure I've got it right, Alvin Draper. Or don't you recognize your own girlfriend?"

"…Stray?" he checks, not-quite whispering. He's pretty sure it's the cat burglar, but this is definitely not what he expected when Stray said he'd be in disguise as well.

The question earns him an eye roll. "Duh, who else?"

"You're a girl?" Sure, Bruce wasn't certain of Stray's gender back when the kid first showed up and was running around in a too-large hoodie, but since Stray graduated to the spandex catsuit, they'd been pretty sure they had it figured out.

"For this I am. Why," Stray asks, pulling back while removing his sunglasses to make direct eye contact, "is that going to be a problem?"

He gulps. It's the first time he's seen the other boy without the goggles and while he's not foolish enough to assume Stray is without any kind of mask (Jason was trained by Alfred), he's still just as pretty as Jason always imagined he'd be. "No, of course not! Just—I wasn't expecting it."

"Most of my international contacts all think I'm a woman named Carolina Sandiego. Since I'm not sure how much we'll need to deal with them, I felt it would be easier to just travel as Carolina." Leaning over, he rummages through the bag slung over his shoulder, pulling out a passport and several tickets, all of which he hands over to Jason. "Stateside, Alvin is Carolina's boyfriend. Whenever we meet with my contacts overseas, Alvin is Carolina's bodyguard-slash-grunt."

Taking the proffered items, Jason winces slightly. "I can't believe you gave me a name like Alvin."

"I figured we're trying to stay off the Bat radar, so I couldn't exactly fall back on 'Robbie Malone,' could I? Plus, this was all pretty short-notice, so I had to adapt one of my existing aliases for you. Now, c'mon, we have less than thirty minutes to schlep over to the trains."

"Wait, we really are taking a train to Metropolis? Why?"

"Because we're trying to be sneaky and the first thing Batman will do is check all the plane manifests for someone matching your build. We'll board a late-night flight out of [someplace] when we get there."

[skyllianhamster]

Hiya! Do you think the batarians would be better off without the 'facial tubes' next to their mouths? I'm sure this seems oddly specific, but I can't really help but notice how they kinda distract from what's probably meant to be the first thing we're supposed to notice, that being their eyes. I've sorta always felt like they were just adding to an already visually busy design without doing anything super interesting, I personally think it makes it harder to tell them apart in general.

Hello! I’m no expert in this topic, so I’ll try to share what our art director taught our concept artists at work.

A concept that often comes up in character design is shape design. Put simply, if you can tell who the character is at a glance by just looking at the silhouette, that’s a huge step up in making a character memorable.

In Mass Effect, the most interesting alien designs happen with the races that are not limited by technical constraints (animation / rigging) or having to be designed to become romance options. So you get silhouettes like these, and there is never a question which race is what.

The humanoid races on the other hand have to face all these constraints, and so by comparison you get a very stale lineup:

Unless you’re a Mass Effect fan, it will probably take a while to figure out which of the first three is the human, from the front. Things get a bit interesting from the side or going toward the right of the lineup, but overall there isn’t a lot of variety going on. The armor/clothing may either contribute or detract from that.

An example of this being a problem happened recently, when people couldn’t agree whether the 2nd character in the teaser was drell or human, or if the 3rd character was turian or krogan:

So in terms of shape design, finding a batarian head among other humanoid aliens can be a pretty tough job at first glance:

Batarians are still subject to animation constraints as they are common enemies and you interact with quite a few. However, their shape isn’t as interesting as, say, the salarians. From the side, they could still be mistaken for human heads.

One way to somewhat offset this is to at least give the characters remarkable or unique facial features. And IMO drell, turians, and batarians are pretty good examples of this.

Drell have their eyes and frills. Turians, which iirc were not supposed to be intended to be romantic interests in ME1, have the very distinctive crest and edges all around, plus mandibles. Batarians have their four eyes and the tube things on their face, plus they’re supposed to be fuzzy.

So, I think, rather than just the four eyes being supposedly the center of attention, the tubes also play a part directing the focus of the eye. With drell and turians, the kind of angles made by their features lead the eye to the unique bits of their face - outwards. Batarians have a kind of spider-like direction going on, pointing inward to the center. Overall, there’s interesting shape design going on with their features.

Is the batarian face design good? Can’t say for sure, but it certainly stands out on its own well enough next to the other races. Putting aside silhouettes, players have no trouble telling races apart. There is enough depth and shape variety to make the face interesting.

Are the facial tubes necessary? Perhaps not, and theoretically you could replace them with crazier looking stuff. Or less crazy, if you prefer. IMO they’re a pretty interesting feature of the face, and it certainly does take some focus away from the eyes, but one could arguably also say that the eyes are not necessarily the focal point. Maybe you’re supposed to look at the whole package.

Hope that answers your question. Character designs go through several revisions based on a lot of different factors, so BW would have their reasons for each character looking like they are.

(Images from troodon80 @ DA, and a couple from google)

[mollyphoria]

Moodboard #3

I was not able to make another moodboard since February because there's not much difference from what I was feeling from back then to now. It was pretty much all the same. Still wanting to get away and have freedom, yk same old shit but it wouldn't be a surprise that some things did change throughout this 5 mos like :

My lovely Calico cat Jimina gave birth to 5 kittens originally. She was pregnant at the start of this year and blessed the world with 5 cute mini jiminas on March 9 (same birthdate of BTS Suga)

3 of the kittens inherited her orange and white fur while the other one inherited the dark, striped fur completely devoid of any white fur. Only one kitten out of 5 got her triple color coated fur.

Sadly only 3 survived. Jimina hid the kittens briefly first and then abruptly one day she brought them up again already grown up, able to walk and with their eyes open but she only had 3 kittens with her. I never got to find out what ever happened with the other 2 babies with one of the missing of the kittens was the one that fully inherited the Calico cat status of Jimina which devastated me the most and I'm still heartbroken to this day that some of her babies didn't get to live like their siblings. I don't want to think that they died, I want to actually believe that they somehow survived without their mother miraculously but it's only the plausible reason why they never showed up at all 😞

The 3 surviving kittens tho is a lot of fun! They were rumbustious and full of energy. They were always playing and running around in my mom's garden. Climbing up a tree or an orchid branch, playing hide and seek through the plethora of plants. It was a treat to see them just having fun and I took lots of videos. I decided to name them after the BTS maknaes nicknames which is Kookie, Mochi and TaeTae. All 3 kittens have a very distinct personality from each other like you could immediately tell that Kookie is more introverted than the other two, his more reserved and prefers to be alone most of the time, TaeTae is more adventurous and playful but he doesn't trust that easily while Mochi on the other hand is the most extroverted and trusting out of all (FYI: I named them first without knowing their personalities believe it or not). Overall they brought so much life and extra joy in me. Now that they are 4 mos old, they don't play that much anymore, I guess it's really part of growing up regardless of what species. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now onto my summer. I was dreading it's arrival. It's not fun when you don't have an AC at your house in the hottest season. But anyways this summer I've been having this strong desire to experience Italian summers. I just wanted to be in Italy soooooo bad. I just want to ride my bicycle anywhere in rural Italy in a summer floral dress and eating a delicious gelato after while listening to Love my way by the Psychedelic furs. Yes this strong desire got even stronger after watching the movie Call me by your name. It envoked so much nostalgia within me which is weird because I've never set foot in Italy before but the feeling of longing that I experience just thinking about spending your summer in Italy is very strong.

Additionally, speaking of bicycles I successfully finished my remodeling or rather repainting of an old bicycle we have here which is perfect for summer aesthetics. I mentioned before on my previous moodboard back in February that I was in the process of painting this bike and I included a picture of a bike that I would like my own bike to look like after I'm finish with it. And I'm very happy and satisfied with the end result overall! And I would love love to ride it around Italy!...... perhaps.

These are 3 of the most impactful things that had rocked my world within the past few months and they are in a form of a documentary, an animated podcast and an anime film!

1. Grey Gardens

I first discovered Grey Gardens when I was actively looking for any good documentary to watch so I went to Reddit recommendations and one user suggested grey gardens. Its description peaked my interest enough to go check it out and luckily the full documentary is uploaded in YouTube for free. And I must say I'm glad that I took the chance to watch this wonderful hidden gem!

Little Edie quickly got my full attention on her. She's one of the most wonderful and fascinating people to exist in our world and her mother big Edie was just as interesting of a character as well. The way they live their life, spending most of their time in a rundown mansion near a beach was truly a sight to behold in a weird, peculiar manner.

What gives me the most profound impact about this documentary is the topic of wasted youth with wasted potential and the ironic part when your very own lifeline equally imprisons you as well. And we see this most evidently with little Edie. There was a part in this doc that stuck with me the most and it's when the mother-daugther duo was sunbathing in the balcony and little Edie mentioned about wanting freedom from her mother and the grey gardens then big Edie answered:

"you can't have freedom when you're being supported"

And this has struck a chord on me so strong because I relate to it so much especially with my current situation. I also crave freedom from where I am right now but I couldn't because I'm not capable of freeing myself.

What's more tragic was little Edies rebuttal to her mother's hotknife realistic take which was you can't have freedom both ways. That you couldn't have freedom when you're not being supported as well. And it's very true. If you decide to go out in the world by yourself you will definitely be freed from the shackles of your former home & life but you will subject yourself to another imprisonment.

Basically We're never truly free in this life.

2. The Midnight Gospel

I think I've heard of TMG when it was about to launch on its release year and I remember i was anticipating for it to come out because i just took one look at the official poster & I knew I would like the animation then I learned Pendleton ward is a part of it & I'm a huge fan of his creations so it's a double treat but I didn't had the opportunity to watch it back then bcoz of my busy shitty life & I actually don't have Netflix. But I remember i downloaded one of its ost first things first.

Now fast forward to this year. I now have the time to watch every content out there that I missed from all the years of slaving my life away for absolutely nothing. one of those is TMG & it was a perfect timing. Ever since i took an hiatus from the rat race I decided to strengthen my spirituality & this time I want to try delving deep to Buddhism and certain philosophies which I don't have the time and energy to learn before and TMG was a great and perfect medium for me to learn further about this subjects as they tackle topics like mindfulness and meditation and much more other significant things, not to mention the superb,epic, psychedelical, full of awesomeness animation on top of equally superb awesome soundtracks is*chefs kiss ( I still have an LSS to the prisoner's song.. 🎵drinking blood from a stump of a prison guard that I just chopped up....🎶)

I felt like the universe intended for me to watch this later than sooner because if I had the opportunity to watch it back then, I think I wouldn't/couldn't appreciate this show as much as I do now. So thanks universe!

TMG is honestly one of the best show to ever grace the planet imho. An easily perfect 10/10 for me.

3. To the Forest of Firefly Lights

Now I've watched a lot of animes last and this year and I can tell in full confidence that this is the best of them all. I'm sure it's subjective but this one checked all the box for the most compelling story & amazing artwork for me.

Maybe I long for something similar with the characters, It was just so fascinating and huntingly beautiful to have someone or something (whatever your preference is) from a different realm to be by your side. Maybe I would also like to look forward for summer season to come for once, to get excited and get rejuvenated on a hot summer that otherwise would make my life hell. Or maybe and most definitely I just needed someone like Gin as a source of my utmost happiness and comfort.

Overall this anime had made me feel so much warmth in my heart with its unadulterated poignancy and I just couldn't get enough of it. What a masterpiece ✨

Ps: I recommend listening to Warning Sign by Coldplay after watching to the Forest of Firefly Lights 🌹Check it out ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

[midnightvices]

I see the argument all the time that people didn't like TLOU Part 2 because Joel was just so not Joel - and don't get me wrong I definitely agree. Never would Part 1 Joel have saved some random girl, tell her who he was, and then venture to where her community members were stored away. The unrealistic amount of trust Joel found for Abby is astounding.

Part 2 Joel was definitely soft, which isn't a bad thing necessarily. It's actually something I think we all love. Joel deserved to loosened up, nest a bit, and realize that there's a lot of good left in the world. BUT there's not so much so that you can just be friendly to every random stranger you meet outside your town. Yes, Part 1 Joel would have known better. That's just fact.

My issue with Part 2 is less about Joel (that's a lie, there's a HUGE part that's still most definitely about Joel) but more about Ellie and her immunity.

So let's - for only a moment because we can't be away long - set aside our undeniable love for our favorite dilf. We'll be back for it later.

TLOU through and through is set in a world of growing infected and the thinning human race. Basic post apocalyptic zombie world. Part 1 is literally all about getting the only known human to be IMMUNE from the infection to a doctor who could create a cure. Yes, of course, it has heart and feeling and father/daughter bonds, but take that way, and here's the thing: you still have a PLOT.

Even if Joel didn't end up caring for Ellie as much as he did, he still would have done what he needed to. He still would have Lord of The Ringsed her across the country to the Fireflies. They didn't have to make us love Joel and Ellie and they definitely didn't have to make us love Joel and Ellie TOGETHER. That was just pure blessing.

It probably wouldn't have been as good of game had Joel been a dick the entire time, chucked Ellie into Mount Doom, and rode off thinking he did his part in saving a race he didn't really give a fuck about. Wholesome? Course not. But I'm sure they could filter it over with City of Gotham vibes somehow and make it work... maybe?

Either way we wouldn't have had such a controversial Part 2 that's for sure.

To me the whole point of Part 1 got lost in Part 2. We went from trying to safely tranfer a teen to save the world to chasing after someone to get revenge. And I don't want to say revenge is a dumb way to move a plot. There are great storylines that are based solely on revenge (John Wick, Kill Bill, Gladiator) but these stories aren't already established with a particular and significant understanding. What happened to saving the world? What happened to every single thing we and Joel and Ellie went through in Part 1? What, and I feel like I shouldn't have to say this, the hell happened to Ellie being immune? It's only mentioned to explain why she can survive the spores, but otherwise not relevant and almost unimportant. We would love her even without it, but in this world, it's the kind of thing I feel like shouldn't be overlooked when infected are literally evolving to blow up.

Joel might be our main character in Part 1 but Ellie is the point. Ellie is the purpose. Her immunity is the reason for everything. She's so pissed at Joel for saving her from the Fireflies that she avoids him for two years. I would assume someone that heated and invested in their own self sacrifice would at least keep an ear out for a second chance at a cure. There could have been ways to tie in her immunity BEFORE and WITH revenge for Joel's death. Maybe a WLF doctor working with Abby's dad's old medical notes? I don't know.

Perhaps I'm just someone who wants to get a solution to a problem that we fought so hard for even if a solution just isn't in the cards. Apocalypses are apocalypses for a reason - no easy fix. Maybe I'm so used to stories were the chosen one, the important one, the unicorn is front and center with their significance and used appropriately. TLOU is rugged and real and nowhere near a story of sunshine, rainbows, and perfect endings, but don't present me with a character that's the end all be all to the infection cure and then never get there.

I want to say I'm only upset with the game because Joel died or because he died in such a way that he did. I think that would be a little easier. It would be easier than saying the graphics and game play are amazing once you take away context. Easier than saying that overlooking the plot, the world we get to explore is immaculate. And definitely easier than saying that while I'll play the game again, and still enjoy it, it's with an internal realization that despite the same world and the same characters, the game we were given was not The Last of Us.

[savrenim]

hi hi hi. so I just got into the Hamilton fandom, I swear I am four years late where did everybody go, and, well. I am apparently a hamburr shipper. bcs that is my life now. anyway I saw your fic ifmlam and I swear it is my favourite of all the fics I've ever read (and trust me I've read literally thousands). I love it so so much, how do you write fics like that??? I cried about four times during the whole thing, I stayed up till 4am reading it even when I had to wake up at 7 because it is just. that. good. I could not stop thinking about it for days afterwards and ifmlam has just ruined me. I can't think of listen to Hamilton without thinking of ifmlam anymore.

on to my qursttion: is it abandoned? of course it's perfectly FINE if it is. don't let anyone tell u differently, your fic is YOURS and u are amazing.

but pls I really need closure from ur fic, it has been haunting me if its abandoned or ongoing and I've read ur other fics and they are just chefskiss and thank you so much for writing them all. thank you thank you thank you, I will never be able to thank you enough for writing this fic and for everything it's done for me. I am probably thousands of miles away but I am sending you virtual jugs through a co.puter screen right now.

(don't feel pressured to reply to this or update it flam, I know how overwhelming it can get with so many messages and after a while u get desensitized to it. u can literally reply "thx. itfmlam is abandoned" and I would still be amazingly star struck. anyway has gotten way too long and I need to sleep and I'm sorry u probably won't see this so I'm just talking to myself right now but bye!!)

and thank you so so much for writing itfmlam.

aaaah hello anon!

thank you so so much???? I am so??? honored??? that ifmlam rates so highly to you, and also that you've read my other fics??????

the answer to the "is ifmlam abandoned" question is probably the worst possible one, which is pretty much "I do want to finish it, both for the folks that still want closure as well as it bothers to me have abandoned projects that are in the public eye/ already partially published, but also, it is last on my current writing projects list"

my current actually active writing projects list, kind of in order of priority, is

I'm literally three chapters away from being Actually Fully Done with the not-quite-first-not-quite-second let's call it 1.5th draft of an actual?? full?? original?? novel?? Opus which of course then goes out to beta readers and then gets who-knows-how-much edited and then maybe beta readers again if a lot does change and then a copyeditor my mom, my copyeditor is my mom, and maybe my little brother he's one of the betas but is very good at catching typos and then I!!! get to publish it!!!! which is the single thing I am most excited for!!!!!!!!! this should be closed up in the next week or two, and then take a while for people to actually read the draft and get back to me.

I really desperately want to finish my open-but-like-90%-written fic, which means we raise it up, the final chapter of to the bottom of the river bc I realized that it was kind of incomplete, and the second chapter of a buried and a burning flame because any more work there will need to wait until the author publishes the next book in the series. this should be closed up in the next month or two.

Speedwrite the draft of the second book of the Opus series so that hopefully by the time book 1 edits are happening, I have an almost complete draft of the second book. this is mostly me side-eyeing myself about taking nearly four years to write the first book, but that is solidly in part because I had so many other open projects which point 2 is about clearing that docket. this should be done in the next year.

And then just have my major projects be, at least until books 1-5 are written and published, books 1-5 of that because that is arguably the first major 'plot arc' of the series, so if I'm looking for a pause point on writing, that's probably where to stop.

There are two or three other short side projects (a weird fun second person short story tentatively titled witch-queen, a collection of four short stories Memoirs about a not-so-evil necromancer and the shenanigans he gets up to trying to rule a kingdom, working title Perfectly Normal Recipe Blog which is a collaborative project about a perfectly normal recipe blog that definitely doesn't include anything out of the normal) that will happen when they happen

There are other projects that are on the backburner -- The Numanok Files, a series of probably 12-15 short novellas about a mercenary/ bounty hunter esque person in space whose specialty is dealing with hauntings, but, like, 80% of their jobs is actually "you are effectively a space home inspector pointing out faulty wiring reacting to solar flares/ there's a weird alien fungus/ it's carbon monoxide okay change your atmosphere filters" and 20% of it is punching ghosts; there's a post-post apocalypse novel that I want to write that I know characters and general pacing and half the setting but need to work out the other half and figure out how much aesthetic I want to commit to; there's Strangeside7 aka spacerace book that is my reaction to how much I love how Redline the anime movie commits itself to "no we are about a race, like 60% of the screentime is just fully going to be an utterly ridiculous sci fi space race"; there's even a ridiculous YA trilogy that I would have to completely transplant the setting but might end up writing because the interplay between angel-physics and physics-physics was one of my favorite things in the world. and I guess the weird ridiculous technically a sequel series to ifmlam that was going to be published as original books that was basically me having fun with 'okay I fucking love star wars prequels old rotting space bureaucracy galactic republic style' except with seers and that also still might happen because it does have some of the coolest sci fi concepts and honestly I thiiiink that's all?

but the tl;dr of that timeline is I'm trying to finish a punch of projects Right Now, so that I can write books 2-5 of Opus, and then when I'm done that (which honestly, my average fiction-writing output is close to 100k a year. if I'm concentrating purely on one project, and writing books that are about 100k, we are talking four years. although my job situation is super up in the air in that period and writing might get put solidly on the backburner as I try to make it in academia, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) I will re-evaluate which projects go next, and that's when ifmlam is likely to come up for review.

I do not have any expectations that I will make it as an original author. I'm planning on posting all of my stuff online for free, but, like. it is incredibly difficult to convince people to try out even a piece of free and easily accessibly original work even if one has a huge following, I am a very small fanfiction author, and from what I can tell the majority of the people who are interested in my work are mostly interested in me finishing ifmlam. writing is a hobby for me, and while I'm writing mostly for me--and hence the for me bit at least for the next five years is pretty solidly going to be this series that I am deeply excited about and have sunk my heart and soul into every single aspect of--I'm human, and I don't really like shouting into the void, and I expect if I spend five years publishing to absolutely no response I will either stop writing for a while and do other things gods know my life is busy enough, return to fandom in general to write some other fanfic about whatever I get deeply into, or return to a work that I actually get response to. so ifmlam will probably start getting worked on a bit at that point one way or another. unless, of course, we are in the incredibly rare timeline in which I do make it as an original author, there are people who are deeply hyped for my original works and an actual demand for them, in which case as you may have noticed there are enough ideas there to keep me busy for a decade or two, and they will just get my full attention instead of fanfiction*. in this timeline, I will do what I was considering doing a few years ago, which is officially declare ifmlam otherwise abandoned and make one more giant chapter update which is a full and cleaned up outline of what I was going to write, interspersed with the scenes already written, and have ifmlam be given at least that closure.

*I want to make it clear that I very much love fanfiction and am proud to have been a fanfiction author and in my heart of hearts would keep writing it forever, I just also have a lot of ideas for characters and settings and magic systems and Aesthetics and I have been biting at the bit to write something that is //mine// and all mine and only mine for a while, I don't see original work as superior so much as there are a dozen fandoms that I am currently in and bursting to make content about except oops these fandoms currently only exist in my head, and I want to correct that

of course given how much as writing is my vent activity and I write what I'm in the mood for, there's a chance I'll feel ifmlam cravings before then, just... expect it to take a couple of years for an update, but also for there to be an update one way of another in a couple of years? but as for right now, I'm turning to original writing, because that is what brings me joy.

but I am really deeply honored that it brought you so much joy!!! and while I will never publish spoilers in a public place, if you message me off anon I am perfectly happy to give a run-down of my current plans for the ending, bc I know "wait a couple years and see" is not the most satisfactory of answers! and hey maybe you'll be like me and once you've given Opus a try you'll decide you like it better too, it does have Seers although they are deeply different Seers than in ifmlam but imo it's very gay and fun and at least politics on one side