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#This is Dragon Ball erasure

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1 +2 = 🤓 plz

4-24-24 WIP Wednesday Closed | Math Nerd AU

Neil laughs, "I guess I can't deny that." he says before Andrew hears the sound of a door sliding open and he wonders if Neil has gone out to look at the stars. "Do you see the two stars right below the moon?" he asks.

Andrew doesn't.

"Yeah."

"So connect those two with the four that make a curling line. That's the celestial fishing hook."

"Neil."

"You said to make something up."

#Math Nerd AU #AFTG #AFTG AU #Andrew Minyard #Neil Josten #Math Nerd - Break - 25 #4-24-24 WIP Wednesday #WIP Wednesday Ask Game #43

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A LITTLE BIT LATE BUT FLUENT FRESHMAN!!!

4-24-24 WIP Wednesday (Closed) | Fluent Freshman (FD)

If Smith had water in his mouth he would have spat it out at the question, “No?!” he squawks in shock.

Nicky blinks, seemingly surprised by this answer.

“H-Have I done something that would make you think I have something against gay people?” he asks because whatever it was he needs to never do it again. Some of his Gran’s best friends were lesbians and his Gran had raised him better than to judge someone based on who they happened to love.

“Every time you see Neil and Andrew together you try and get as far away from them as possible as quickly as possible.” Nicky points out.

“That isn’t because they’re gay!” Smith insists because it’s not. Captain Neil and Andrew could be heterosexual and he’d still try to power walk away so he never has to hear what they want to do to one another. Hearing it makes him deeply uncomfortable and embarrassed.

There are things he does not need to know about his Captain.

#Lol no worries #Fluent Freshman FD AU #Fluent Freshman AU #Palmetto State Foxes #AFTG #AFTG OC #AFTG AU #Andreil #Fluent Freshman FD - Chapter 1 - 07 #4-24-24 WIP Wednesday #42

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The King's Men - Chapter Seventeen (19)

Day: Friday, April 26th / 27th* Time: 3:38 AM EST

Andrew crosses the room to stand at Neil's side and catches Kevin's chin in his hand. He turns Kevin's head to inspect the new ink. "He is going to be furious." "Fuck him," Kevin says, sliding a little further down the door. "Fuck all of them. Waste of time to be angry. They should be afraid." "Hell hath no fury," Andrew says.

Art used with permission by Emry-Stars-Art. Thank you @emry-stars-art!

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

#gorgeouss #also you get im queen #aftg #kevin day #neil josten #andrew minyard

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30 min sketch of King and my king

#Neil Josten #King the cat #ahh sweet babies

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Bringing back my love for aftg tv/actor au

Taken from this post (again) (there’s another one here too btw) by @thespineoftherighteous 😌💕 I love it so much lol

I need to do the "are you flexing your abs rn" one too *sighs* one day

#themmmmm #actor au #Emry’s art #Andreil #twinyards

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*sigh* I started thinking about it as a little "that'd be pretty fun" thing but now I'm realizing how much I'd love to make fake exy sports/athlete trading cards at some point

#i am begging you #I’ll get on my knees emry #what do you want #blood? #more worbs? #smutty worbs?????

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people who don't wear glasses are so weird like you just wake up and your eyes are pussy fresh??

#I'm dying #but not in a way I can come back from like good ol JC

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4/24/24 WIP Wednesday Round-Up

Here's everything that was requested for this week's WIP Wednesday:

Fluent Freshman (FD) - 16 Requests

Prologue: (1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10) Chapter 1: (1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Math Nerd AU - 17 Requests

Break: (8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25

Surely - 4 Requests

Roy Rogers: (25 - 26 - 27 - 28

TBD - 4 Requests

Chapter 1: (6 - 7 - 8 - 9

Total Requests: 43

#WIP Wednesday Round-Up #WIP Wednesday #WIP Wednesday Ask Game #4-24-24 WIP Wednesday #AFTG #Andreil #AFTG OC #Fluent Freshman AU #Fluent Freshman FD AU #Math Nerd AU #FIC: Surely #TBD AU

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Q continues to be the embodiment of: "Whatever you say beautiful"

The first couple of meetings or so vs… idk like a couple weeks in

Sparknotes version below 💕

1) Bo shows up to Q’s home country bc his family decided he's the peace offering, still wearing his mask around

2) Bo decides he’s over it and if the Bells are gonna send him home and start the war anyway because they got the blemished child then that’s his family’s problem, not Bo’s

3) Q was prepared for Bo to be rightfully upset and angry when he got there. He figures it’s helpful that Bo can rant at him once or twice in a language Q doesn’t understand (yet), let him get some stuff off his chest. Q was not as much prepared for Bo to have such striking features under the mask and makeup

4) Bo’s plan to make sure Q dislikes him in return by showing off the birthmark his family hated backfires with a quickness

#Emry's OCs #West Facing #Churchbell #I love them

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Math nerd! 🧮 🤓 🧡

4-24-24 WIP Wednesday Closed | Math Nerd AU

"I never did find a way to sneak you out far away enough." Neil says and Andrew hates how Neil remembers the things Alex had talked about doing.

"Which one am I looking at?"

"Andrew, how in the world could I know which one you're looking at?"

"Make something up, you're good at that."

#Math Nerd AU #AFTG #AFTG AU #Andrew Minyard #Neil Josten #Math Nerd - Break - 24 #4-24-24 WIP Wednesday #WIP Wednesday Ask Game #41

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damn ittttt— IWANTEDTOKNOWWHATNICKYWASGOINGTOSAYTOHIM i hate missing the wip wednesdays..

4-24-24 WIP Wednesday (Closed) | Fluent Freshman (FD)

“Vanilla please and no rimming for me.” he answers and he watches her laugh a little but honestly a straight vanilla shake is great and he’s always felt that getting an encrusted rim on a drink you’re going to drink with a straw is kind of a silly gimmick.

“Ok, got it. I’ll be right back boys!” the waitress says and seems to power walk away.

They sit there awkwardly for a moment and Nicky is looking at Smith assessingly. “Yeah, let’s cut to the chase,” Nicky says and suddenly Smith’s stomach is in knots.

“What’s up?” he asks, managing to keep his voice even.

“Are you homophobic?” he asks fingers laced together and looks at Smith with narrowing eyes.

#Good news #I'm lenient on when Wednesday is <3 #Fluent Freshman FD AU #Fluent Freshman AU #Palmetto State Foxes #AFTG #AFTG OC #AFTG AU #Andreil #Fluent Freshman FD - Chapter 1 - 06 #4-24-24 WIP Wednesday #40

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one hour left? one more dealers choice?

4-24-24 WIP Wednesday (Closed) | Fluent Freshman (FD)

Smith nods and they make their way down the stairs and out the building. Smith wonders if Nicky just wanted to walk and talk since they don’t say anything of consequence as they head into town. “Let’s stop here, this place has great milkshakes where you can get stuff on the rim!” Nicky says, pointing at a burger joint.

Smith has never been one to turn down a milkshake.

So they head in, get a table, and Smith stares at the menu before picking his tried and true when the waitress comes up, “Hello gentlemen, what can I get you two today?” she asks with a smile.

“Hello!” Nicky greets with an even bigger smile, “I’ll just have a Key Lime Milkshake with extra graham cracker rim today please and thanks!” he says.

“Key Lime for you and…” she turns to Smith, “What can I get you?” she asks.

#Fluent Freshman FD AU #Fluent Freshman AU #Palmetto State Foxes #AFTG #AFTG OC #AFTG AU #Andreil #Fluent Freshman FD - Chapter 1 - 05 #4-24-24 WIP Wednesday #39

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List 5 things that make you happy then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

Delicious in Dungeon is making me so happy ya'll don't even KNOW (except the ones who do, I'd apologize but it'd be insincere)

I got all of my work done today already so now I'm just vibing at work

Thinking about @emry-stars-oc's West Facing OCs Liana and Ambrose.

Thinking about my OCs and all the dumb shit they get up to.

Getting my writing mojo back now that I'm not dealing with the seasonal depression debuff.

Thank you so much for tagging me!!! :)

#5 Happy Things Tag Game

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Push and Pull

[Instead of a WW for today, you all get (unfortunately only part of) a new project I started because I made myself emotional thinking about it. Thankfully it will be quite short.]

[Summary: Jean is an art major specializing in clay/pottery and goes through some introspection while working on things.]

[Enjoy!]

Jean frowned at the slab of clay sitting in front of him. He was certain that it was mocking him in its readiness to be shaped into something–anything–other than a cone, daring him to try and mold it into something else. Normally Jean handled taunting with a rough check or an even more scathing remark, but clay could not be insulted. It was literally part of the dirt. If he wasn't careful with how much water he applied to the cone, it could very easily become mud underneath his fingers. What kind of insult would be capable of hurting a clay heart? Jean knew that if he was struggling to think of an insult, that there likely were none that would be applicable.

Still, there was a peacefulness in the blank slate that the clay provided. A blank slate that he could always bring back, regardless of how many times the side of the pot caved or the clay slipped off the wheel or if he started the pot off center by accident. No matter what, he could always peel it off the wheel and start again. There was excitement in seeing what he’d be able to create out of the earth, and of seeing just how much the clay would reveal to him of its final purpose along the way. 

Jean Moreau always began his pottery projects with the same approach: by building solid walls that he could later adjust through pushing and pulling. When he’d first started making pottery he’d worried that his crooked fingers would hinder the process. That somehow, his hands would be too broken to properly shape the clay. As a result, his first pot had ended up with walls that were too thick and were uneven on top. And yet, when his professor presented the final, fired result, Jean could hardly believe that his lumpy, misshapen pot had been able to withstand its true test. 

He’d turned it over and over, searching for clues that it was a fake. He’d been convinced that there was no way that it was his project; after all, the professor had to have recreated it so that it would boost his confidence. Instead, as he’d reacquainted his hands with the clay and examined its curves and flaws, he realized that it fit perfectly in his misshapen hands. It was like holding a piece of himself─a single piece of the puzzle of his selfhood that had, until then, been lost. Then, he found the ghost of one of his fingerprints in the fired clay and all his doubts had been put to rest. 

It was still his favorite piece he’d created. It stood as proof to him that he wasn’t too broken to create something new, and on days when he doubted that fact, he would pick up the pot and turn it over once more in his hands and line his thumb up with the fingerprint.

He pulled the clay out in a bold curve, careful to stretch it in a way that would make it expand gradually, only to pinch it back in at a steeper slope. 

He’d improved with practice, of course. Soon he’d created bowls and cups and small vases. But for each project that he turned in, his professor would always say the same thing: he needed to work on making the walls thinner. But he’d refused to believe that he could handle anything thinner. He was convinced that his hands were meant for two things: hurting others, and being hurt. Already he’d proven that he could create, but convincing himself that he wouldn’t destroy something was another hurdle he had to overcome. 

It hadn’t been until his professor came to stand in front of the station where he’d been working that day and challenged him to create a bowl with a wall thinner than his pinkie. 

“But what if it folds on itself? What if it tears?” he’d asked. 

“Then you can scrape the clay off the wheel, wedge it, and start over. There’s no limit to it. You can always go back to the beginning. The clay doesn’t mind, and neither do I. As long as you lock up behind yourself when you leave the studio,” his professor had said with a shrug and a smirk.

Sure enough, he’d made the bowl too thin. It ended up tearing and folding in on itself in a pattern that almost resembled a ribbon. Jean had swallowed the defeat and followed his professor’s instructions, and the next time he’d pulled up the walls, he was almost able to maintain a consistent thickness in the walls throughout the entire bowl. 

Jean finished the vase by flaring out the top of the project, careful not to let the clay at the top of the piece get so thin that it wouldn’t be able to support its own weight. While other students in the art major program would typically get rid of the slip and any signs of the work being thrown on a wheel, Jean was careful to preserve the imperfections in the surface of his new vase. He was even more nervous to slide the wire under his project, especially given how much he liked how the vase had turned out. 

To keep his anxieties at bay, he shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and reminded himself that it was all temporary anyway. Nothing in the world is permanent, and this vase is no exception. But I can make it again, if I want to. It wouldn’t be the same, but I wouldn’t want it to be an exact replica anyway. Once he made peace with the fact that his work was only partially over, he slipped the wire through the clay as close to the base as possible, holding his breath the entire time. 

It came off the wheel cleanly, with only a thin layer left behind on the wheel that he scraped off and tossed back into the bin with the rest of the clay they used in class. Once his vase was set aside to air out for the next stage of its creation process, Jean plucked one of his projects that was nearer to completion from the shelf─a plain, relatively small tea cup─and brought it to one of the tables meant for detail work and for glazing. 

He was done with the glazing in less than thirty minutes, having picked a unique glaze that was designed to react to the firing process by changing hues and developing a melted appearance. 

Jean placed his completed project into the open kiln, whispering a quick prayer under his breath before shutting the lid. Part of him expected that each and every project of his that his professor put into the kiln wouldn’t survive the heat. And if that happened, it would take out the other projects around him as well. 

He’d told Betsy several times that he had the same fear about himself─that he would snap someday, and that it would mean that those around him would get hurt in the process.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

MASTERPOST

#Lee's writing

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4/24/24 WIP Wednesday Ask Game

Hello Hello!

It is once again Wednesday my fellows! Per the results of the poll I'm going to include Fluent Freshman (FD) as something you can select this week. This is a bit of a sneak peek for those interested :)

Feel free to send multiple asks if you're interested in multiple WIPs

Here's what is on offer this week:

Fluent Freshman (FD)

Math Nerd AU

Surely

TBD

#One hour left

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Hello ive returned from exile to ask for FF for WIP Wed?

4-24-24 WIP Wednesday | Fluent Freshman (FD)

Smith’s end came in the form of one of the only upperclassmen that did not make him exceptionally nervous.

“Hey, do you have a minute to talk?” Nicky Hemmick asks, looking down at him.

Smith blinks up at him for a moment before he nods, slides on some sandals for his socks, and grabs his keys. “I’ll be back.” he says into the dorm where Ollie, Del, and Gilbert were hanging out.

He mostly just got a wave of acknowledgement but they did not move their eyes away from the game on the TV. 

He closes the door and looks back up at Nicky. He’s easily one of two nice upperclassmen that are on the team and even if he’s a little handsy it doesn’t bother Smith all that much until his hand drifts a little too far south. Nicky gives him an awkward smile and juts his chin towards the stairs.

#Fluent Freshman FD AU #Fluent Freshman AU #Palmetto State Foxes #AFTG #AFTG OC #AFTG AU #Andreil #Fluent Freshman FD - Chapter 1 - 04 #4-24-24 WIP Wednesday #WIP Wednesday Ask Game #38