#(other holidays are multiple weeks long btw this one is a week)
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Kinktober Day 31
Kinktober Day 31 : Phone sex with Ghostface
Title: Before the Devil
Pairing - Ghostface X Female!Reader
Prompt - Phone Sex
Word Count - 3,798
Warnings - NSFW 18+ (18+ minors DNI), everyone in this fic is 18+, murder, stalking, blood play, phone sex, dirty talk, dub con, threats, toxic interaction, pure digusting halloween filth.
AN/ Posting this a day early, because I haven't posted in weeks. This was my big finale. Transcribed from a wonderful NSFW audio on Pornhub btw, by HarpyVT. All of the unfinished Kinktober days will be posted in November. Thank you all for celebrating this holiday with me.
Song - Psycho Killer by Talking Heads
You flipped through the static channels of the radio, voices hastily peaking through until you heard the newscasters voice.
“The police have yet to apprehend the armed suspect, and advise that you take extra caution when locking up at night. The victims suffered multiple stab wounds and lacerations, but the survivors all said the same thing; they received a call from an unknown number moments prior to their attack. Local authorities have increased the amount of service operators available to respond to emergency calls and ask that you report any suspicious phone activity.”
You flipped to another channel, soft music swimming through your cerebral cortex like a wakeful dream. The home had a warm feeling, inviting, and you couldn’t help but enjoy the way your heels clicked against the wood as you walked to the bathroom. You wanted to freshen up before he arrived.
Undressing felt nice, dress hitting the floor quickly, before allowing the faucet to run. The warmth of the water enticing all of your senses. You allowed your eyes to close briefly before your cell phone rang against the countertop. It was vexatious, the sound, but whoever was on the other line could wait. Probably just the pizza boy.
And then it rang again.
Frustrated at the disturbance, you pulled yourself from the warmth to step out of the shower, pressing the phone to your ear.
“Hello?”, the voice asked, but you promptly hung up, not recognizing the intonation.
As you wrapped the cotton towel around your soaking barness, you innocently assumed that would be the last interaction. Wrong number, obviously.
And then it rang once more.
“Can I help you?”, you nervously demanded.
“That was pretty rude”, the gravelly voice replied, “Look, I know you’re probably panicking, don’t worry…”
You were undoubtedly apprehensive, squeezing the towel tighter to your chest.
“As long as you listen to me, you’ll get out of this alive”.
You knew in that moment what you were truly facing, the masked voice, the devil on the newscast. Your legs felt unstable, heart bashing against the confines of its cage in panic.
“Let’s play a little game”, he said in response to your silence, “This game only has three rules. That’s simple enough right?
You could almost hear the smirk in his voice, the way he licked his lips in anticipation. It was as if he were standing right behind you.
“Rule number one, you don’t hang up. Rule number two, you answer any of my questions honestly, and rule number three..you follow my instructions.”
When the voice on the other end didn’t receive a response, he added,
“Do you understand?”
Your throat felt dry, forcing down the lump in your throat to whisper a frightened “Yes”.
“Good”, he said, “Now, is there anyone other than the poor pizza boy coming over tonight?”
“No”, you lied, briefly sitting the phone against the marble to quickly dress.
“No? Good.”
Your hands were shaking, tears daring to spill down your cheeks as you opened the door. Bare feet pattering until you reached the entryway. The door was ajar, allowing the chill of the night to creep in and wrap itself around your bones.
You dared to peek through the crack, bile curtailing and rising to meet your esophagus. The innocent life depleted on the concrete, slumped against the stairs in a pool of coagulating blood.
You gasped, choking down a sob.
“Hey”, the voice soothed, “I can tell you’re scared. There’s nothing to be afraid of…” he paused, the tone almost reassuring, “As long as you follow the rules. Now I want you to reach into his pocket and take out his phone”.
“Why did you kill him”, you wailed, unable to tear your eyes away from the blue staring back.
“Why’d I kill him? Well..you see..he saw me out of the corner of his eye when he rang the doorbell. Do you understand now? He was so focused on saving himself, he wasn’t going to tell you a stranger was stalking nearby. He was heartless. So, I borrowed your pizza cutter, and fixed that little problem.”
The stranger scoffed on the other end, almost in disbelief you would question him.
“You should be thanking me. I’m not planning to do that sort of thing to you..after all.., I’m not an animal. I washed the pizza cutter already. It’s by the sink. Now open up his phone.”
The crystal glass was splattered with the remnants of the boy, staining your skin when you reached for it.
“It’s locked”, you said, looking away before the lunch you had earlier in the day made its way up your throat.
“Use his finger silly”, the voice laughed playfully, oblivious almost to the true nature of this reality before turning darker once more.
“Dial the number he last called and tell them everything is fine. He just drank too much on the job and saw things. Tell them you're his friend! And DON’T even think about asking for help…I am always right behind you after all.”
You hesitated. Could you call the police? You considered.
“I’m waiting”, the voice muttered impatiently.
So you dialed.
“Good girl.”
Your voice shook at the lies you were telling. An innocent life beneath your feet.
“See”, he chirped, “That wasn’t so hard was it? You’re off to a great start! Now.., go back to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of wine.”
“Okay..”, you swallowed.
“I..don’t like how nervous you sound. I wanted to have a little fun, that's all. You’re making me look like the bad guy here. I never planned to do anything bad to you. I promise. You’re just oh so pretty...”, the voice mused.
The silence was deafening, even as he spoke, the sound of your footsteps against the hardwood. To the left of the sink was the wine cabinet, so many choices, grabbing for one with shaky hands.
“Soo”, he continued, voice gruff and grainy through the phone, “grab a glass and just relax.”
If you were to die, at least you would be tipsy off the good stuff, pouring an eerily color of burgundy into the glass.
“Good girl”, the voice beamed, “Now, say your name.”
The wine was bitter, tartness soaking into the buds of your tongue, and you almost choked on its fruitfulness at the question.
“Why?”
“Why? Because, I want to hear you say it, that’s all”, he mused innocently, just to add
“And.., because I want to know who I’m looking at.”
“How”, you stuttered, apprehensively looking in every direction.
“You were very meticulous in setting up those security cameras, you even set one on the fridge. What were you hoping to catch? Someone raiding the fridge”, he laughed, “So tell me..”, he whispered, voice growing darker, “what’s your name?”
So you did, the word feeling so personal all of a sudden, as if the stranger was taking the most important thing about you.
“I like it. It suits you.”
“Alright, what’s yours”, you asked, the wine in your bloodstream making you bolder.
“Ghostface”, the stranger joked, “do you like my name too”, his boyish laugh tickling your ears. It was almost unsettling how innocent he sounded. It wasn’t what you expected a homicidal maniac to sound like.
“How sweet”, he whispered, the t clicking off his tongue in the most seductive way. The way he allowed his tone to change so quickly was so..ominous.
“Now”, he growled, “about that security camera, I have a better..idea of where to put it. Take it off the wall, and..bring it to the bedroom. We’re gonna continue our little game there.”
You gripped the countertop, knuckles whitening at the force, before chugging back the wine. You were apprehensive, angry.
“Hello”, he yelled, enraged, “I’m watching you! You’re being so difficult about this. I’m your guest aren’t I? So, where’s your sense of hospitality?”
You regretted his anger, fearful of the consequences.
“Are you in there”, you whispered, eyes closing, fearful of the answer.
“No,” he teased, “I’m not in the bedroom. I’m close, I’m..close, that’s all you have to know. I’m close enough to end the game, if you don’t play”, he whispered, almost aroused at the idea of your disobedience. Your death.
So you listened, gliding up the stairs to the door on the right.
It was dark, say for the street lights peering through. You half expected for your attacker to lunge.
“Now, set it up”.
You placed the camera on the dresser, perfectly angled toward the bed.
“What do you want with me?”
An annoyed laugh scoffed on the other end, “I told you already, it’s just a little game.”
“Now, sit on the bed, and take your clothes off….Slowly,” he whispered, “face the camera while you do it, I want to see everything.”
The wine had gone to your head, being drunk was a fool’s anesthetic, putting the primitive self in command, when it is the worst captain of all. Were you really wet at the idea of him watching as your straps slipped over the smooth skin of your shoulders, the way the fabric slipped down your body and to the floor, exposing the lingerie underneath? Meshed greens and speckled golds adorning the fabric.
There it was again, the boyish laughter so perfectly encapsulated in the phone, goosebumps forming along your flesh at the sound.
You could almost see his smile, “I like what you’re wearing underneath”, he teased, “It’s rather extravagant isn’t it? Are you sure you didn’t make plans with somebody tonight? Or…do you just like wearing that sort of thing underneath?”
He giggled.
“I knew I picked somebody fun”, he replied, when your answer was no. “I’m so glad you decided to play. Now take it off. OFF,” he demanded.
“There’s no one here but you and me right? Now look at us, so well acquainted already right? Don’t worry, I’m taking everything off too. Maybe if you're good, I'll even show you. I bet you're wondering what the man behind the voice looks like.”
You unclasped the bra, allowing the fabric holding the swell of your breasts to fall, nipples already hardening at the exposed chill. You swore you could hear him gasp, so quiet, almost unnoticeable, and when you pulled the band of your panties down over your hips, he sounded almost breathless,
“Good girl.”
“You’re very good at this game”, he whispered, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you were aroused out of fear..or the way he praised you when you listened.
“It’s almost like you’ve..played it before. You know what I want now.., don’t you?
When he whispered, it was as if he were there right behind you, every letter perfectly pronounced on his tongue.
“Look straight into the camera, and spread your legs”, he was so breathy, as if he had to restrain himself as he watched you, every t sitting perfectly on his tongue.
You were sticky and oozing when your fingers met the entrance of your cunt, he stopped you.
“Ah ah, don’t touch yourself there quite yet, aren’t you an eager one. I want you to show off your body, take your hands..”, he breathed, “slid them down over your neck, to your hips, show me that beautiful figure…, I know you can do it, with what you were wearing underneath, I know you’re a little..freak? I know you know how to have a good time. Allllll by yourself. So show me..”
Your eyes fluttered at the feeling of your hands, so lightly, almost like a feather ghosting over the curves and dips of your body, you hated to admit you loved the way his voice sounded, the way it changed as he watched you. His exasperated sighs, the sensual articulation, the boyish desire.
“I want to watch everything, I want to watch you”, he sounded so whiney in the most magnetic way. Sometimes you almost forgot he had blood on his hands, until his voice grew darker and reminded you what he was capable of. He could so easily switch to the darkness.
“That’s right, put on a show for me. Like your life depends on it. I wanna see you shiver while you do it. Because you’re afraid, or because you’re aroused. I don’t care. Both do it for me. And you’re gonna cum for me, whether you like it, or not.”
You swallowed harshly, unable to look in the camera as you touched yourself. The threat almost sobering you.
“Spread your legs a little bit more”, and so you did, allowing the camera a perfect angle of your soaked cunt. “Just like that, I’m getting so hard for you. You’re doing so well, you’re playing so well. Now..underneath the bed, I have a little present for you.”
You adjusted hesitantly, reaching underneath to find the object of his reference.
“Wait..”, you whispered, holding the container in your hand with aversion.
“Yeah, it’s what you think it is. It’s blood.” His voice was shaky with arousal, “Take it in your hands and touch yourself again.”
The metallic smell was sobering, sickening. You hesitated.
“Why are you hesitating?”He scolded.
“Who’s is it”, you questioned.
“Who’s? Does it matter? Will you stop playing the game if I tell you? Will you end the game if I tell you?” The frustrated tone in his voice lowering back to a whisper, the wet squelch of his cock between his hand filling your ear. It almost made you forget the way he lashed out.
He breathed out, voice shaky, at the site of you obeying. The cold, sap like liquid trailing over every crevice of your body, painted by your fingertips.
“Good girl,” he praised, holding back soft gasps.
“Touch..every single inch of yourself for me. Pay attention to every part of your body, all the grooves that no one else pays attention to. I want to see it, I want to pay attention to it, all the little secrets that you keep.”
The stranger was so aroused, his throaty, mellifluous gasps allowing your own arousal to seep through. You loved hearing his little gasps.
“Show me what makes you grip the sheets, show me what makes you throw your head back in pleasure”, soft moans peaking through with every sentence, “ And I will watch..every..single..moment of it. Every streak you paint on yourself is like a confession, because you may act afraid…you may act…like you don’t like this…but what you really really don’t want is to admit it. You don’t want to admit that you’re giving in. You don't want to admit that you’re enjoying yourself. You don’t want to admit that you wanted this. You want to keep all these secrets, hidden from yourself, but look, look at you painting your whole body red. Look how good you look in red, all these streaks adorning you like a goddess. Touch yourself like nobody ever has. I want you to squeeze your breasts, touch your nipples the way you want to, not the way anyone else wants you to. The way you wanted. The way only you know it.”
And so you did. Cupping and squeezing the flesh, allowing the sharp squeeze of your nipples to make your back arch.
“Slide your hands down your thighs the way you want to. And drag your fingers down your waist to touch your inner thighs, tighten your legs as you brush over that sensitive spot, dig your nails into your skin, and mark yourself up. Arch your back as you make your way back to your neck..and wrap your fingers around it and choke yourself, like I wish I could. Push so hard that the blood stains your skin.”
You gasped softly at the feeling allowing you to cut your airflow shortly.
“Do it so hard it hurts”, the voice softly cried.
“Remember, I said I wanted you to cover every single inch. And don't forget anything and don't worry I’m not judging you. I'd never judge you. Whether you choose to have a taste, rub it on your lips. I’m not judging you. In fact, I'm right there with you. I'm enjoying everything with you. Beautiful. You are absolutely stunning, darling. God, I can't hold back any longer. Now rub your little clit, and make sure you keep your face in the camera. Lose yourself, make those beautiful, agonizing moans, for me.”
The praise, the way the boy made you feel so important. How fucked up could you truly be? By the time your fingers reached the perfect little bundle of nerves, you were so sensitive, biting your lip and savoring the metallic liquid stained over the skin. Your back arched at the feeling, cunt glistening even in the moonlight.
“Oh!” He moaned softly, “Just like that.” His little hushed moans and gasps as the spit surely coating his cock, squelched, causing your own soft sighs to escape. You loved how innocent he sounded in his own pleasure.
His imperceptible cries and whines at the pump of his cock, losing himself in the way you touched yourself to his voice.
“You are such a good girl, aren't you? Agh..”, he cried, “You look so pretty in red. Oh.., agh”, You too wanted to cry out in pleasure at the sounds he made. So innocent, boyish little whimpers.
“Fuck”, the voice on the phone cracking, grunts and cries of pleasure filling every sense as you played with yourself. Eyes closed, picturing the way he would look next to you.
“Mmm, fuck, agh.” He roughly swallowed, losing his breath as his hand sped up, and you whimpered at the sound.
“Put your whole pussy on display for me. Get fucking closer, get closer to the camera and show off. Come on, show me, show me, show me. Oh!”, He begged.
You loved it. You had never been so wet for anyone, and all you had was his voice. Every cry, whimper, moan, and gasp that left his pretty lips sending you closer to the edge. The dominance he exuded extinguishing with every little sound he made. You felt so proud. You wanted to know how he would look underneath you, eyes big and wide, looking up at you like you were the prettiest thing he had ever seen.
Fuck.
Your fingers entered, cunt clenching at the fullness, although you knew it wasn’t enough. Surely you would feel even more full with him inside of you.
You loved the way his voice cracked, higher pitched with every curse he cried. He sounded so pretty.
“My little devil, aren't you?” He whispered, “ You little devil. Oh f-..keep looking at the camera. Keep looking. Mphm, I can’t get off unless I’m looking at your pretty face. Did you know that? It’s all part of the game. I have to look at you. I have to watch you. I have to see you.”
You grew impossibly wetter with every confession. Finger curving with every pump.
“Look at yourself in the mirror too. Oh, watch yourself. Watch yourself fucking touching yourself for me.”
His pumps slowed with every groan, “Do you hear that? Do you hear how hard I am for you?”
You moaned, gasping for breath as you watched the way your fingers disappeared inside of your pussy. The pornographic sound of his cock thrusting in his hand.
“Agh, how much my fucking cock is leaking for you. Only a pretty, dirty, naughty girl can do this for me. Only someone like you can get me this hard. Oh, and look how wet you are.”
With every word his voice grew quieter, desperate.
“Come on”, he whispered, “take all of that and rub it on your thighs. Taste it, taste yourself.”
You loved the way your arousal tasted on your tongue, so salty and pure.
“I did this all for you. I did all of this for you. Aren’t you grateful I picked you?
“Yes,” you cried, circling your clit faster at the moans leaving his lips. He sounded so close. Coming so undone.
“Of fuck. I’m so fucking wet”, he cried, gasping for breaths. His heavenly whimpers, voice cracking with every moan.
“Keep moaning for me. I want to hear you, I want to hear you, I want to hear you so badly, I want to hear your screams, your moans, your whimpers, your cries, every single sound your body makes”, he begged.
The thrusts of his cock grew sloppier as his boyish little cries rang out.
“Look at you, so pretty, so fucking pretty, so fucking pretty. Can you hear that? This precum in my hands. Don't I sound so aroused? All for you. Only for you!”
Every cry and whimper and moan, it was truly all for you, and you did feel so grateful.
You were both so close.
His gravelly voice as he thrusted in and out of his hand, it made you cry in pleasure.
“Spread your fucking pussy lips for”, He slurred. You obeyed, allowing a growel to slip through his lips.
“Let me see inside. Fuck, rub your little clit, rub it with your bloody, guilty little fingers. Confess to me, confess to me what a bad girl you are. Oh!”
“There you are”, you praised at his sloppy, forceful thrusts. His wildly high pitched moans. You bet he looked so pretty, lips parted, eyes so big and wide.
He was gonna cum, you could tell by the frequency of his moans and perfect grunts. His whimper higher pitched than ever. You moaned wildly at the little boyish sounds he made. So perfect in every way, only for your ears.
“Im gonna cum” he cried, “Cum with me.” His voice grew more forceful, the innocent whimpers turning into the man you knew earlier, the aggression as he spoke, no longer a beg, more so a demand. “Cum with me!”
Only for the moans to continue, you allowed your release to wash over you at the sounds he made. Cum pooling and dripping from your cunt as your heart raced wildly. It was so blindingly perfect, you almost forgot where you were, the situation you were in. Until that same, maniacal laughter rang through. Oh how easily he could switch.
“That..that was a very good game darling. Good job. Good job. Thank you for playing with me”, he laughed, catching his own breath.
“And a word of advice”, he sighed, you could almost hear the resentment as he rolled his eyes, “You didn’t forget did you? That you broke one of the rules. You lied. You said that nobody else was coming by tonight. You forgot to tell me. You forgot to tell me not to kill him. Now, time to run little rabbit. Afterall, this isn't your house is it? Do you remember now?”
The last thing you heard before the dial tone from him hanging up.
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Happy Valentine's folks!!
Or, more accurately, happy Malectine's!!! (I propose changing the official name to Malectine's Day. What's better, naming a holiday for romantic love after a hateful bigot who got none anyways or after Mr. Lovey-Doveys?)((By hateful bigot, I mean Valentine Morgenstern ofc. I'm sure St. Valentines was a delight))
Ehem. Anyway. I have decided to host a teeny tiny little Malec event this Valentines. Sponsored by a lil bit of time from my finals study sessions.
(I'm getting paid in sanity, not money btw)
((please help me NOT lose my sanity during finals, which, funnily, start the day after Valentines))
(((My only date for Valentines is, unfortunately, biochemistry. I'd really appreciate seeing some proper lovely chemistry that day instead of the kind that sucks my soul dry)))
((((okay I'll stop rambling now))))
Anyways. *clears throat* *dramatic flourish which Magnus would approve of*
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hi this is a lot im sorry. i love to say words and dump shit that upsets me with no real correlation. my bad /gen (genuine) (idk if you know tone indicators im sorry ough)
you dont really Have to cook up a proper response to this i just need to put it somewhere where i wont immediately get piles of advice that i cant use. i know its well-meaning but ultimately the whole situation is ou of anyones control
(also putting this 🎪 here so i can try to find it later)
im stuck in a sisyphean nightmare of a weekly cycle: i have a good day -> my mood skyrockets -> i have a bad day -> my mood plummets -> rinse and repeat. at this point i think it might be a mental condition bc something doesnt even really have to Ruin My Day, i just have to face a minor inconvenience and then suddenly im all doom-and-gloom depression for 3-5 business days before springing back up as if nothing ever happened to do it all again. my mom says i might have bpd or bipolar disorder (i always get the two confused) because she has it and we just havent seen anyone about it, mostly because we dont have the money to see any doctors most of the time. i also kinda dont wanna have either of them? not in like an asshole way but in a these-people-face-stigma-that-i-dont-know-if-i-can-emotionally-handle way. in a im already queer and fat and poor and disabled in multipled ways and overall unsavory to neurotypicals/cishets/Default Settings way. yknow
todays inciting incident was a shitty shitty halloween carnival that didnt even have the thing i was excited for, didnt have any food, had lines that were miles long (hyperbole), was too hot, and i only got 8 shitty halloween things from -- half of which were lollipops, with half of those just being the same 2 flavors but Again. we stayed for 2 hours before my mom decided she didnt wanna be out of the house anymore as usual. i cant be too mad at her because shes mentally ill in the direction of "i dont want to go anywhere because my anxiety will spike" but unfortunately im mentally ill in the direction of "if i cannot leave the house to Do Things at my own pace at least once a week i will fall into a deep depression" so we clash pretty bad most of the time. this was also following multiple minor inconveniences mind you. and was also trailed by multiple minor inconveniences. it just has not gone well. this halloween is just shaping up to suck bc i was supposed to have a whole party but we had money issues so it had to be cut down to just 2 people for a sleepover, then one of them went out to see his grandma in another state and the other is apparently in the fucking hospital right now??? at least according to his posts. and i cant blame them for these either! schedules conflict and sometimes you go to the Fuckig Hosital. its out of anyones control but it still feels like shit. so its looking like my only shot at having any fun this halloween is the trunk-or-treat at my school and idk if im even allowed to go bc i had to drop out for mental health reasons and they told me i wasnt allowed on school grounds anymore. idk if that applies here. which btw. way to make a depressed kid feel worse. you can NEVER come to this high school again or we'll ARREST YOU. fuckin bullshit. BUT thats off topic the synopsis is that this halloween sucks so far and i dont really expect it to get better which extra sucks bc im turning 18 next year and i dont wanna let this be the last hurrah for my number one favorite holiday. i cant host fucking parties for my friends after then. im gonna be busy trying to fuck off to the other end of the country. i wont have TIME for it. idk. it sucks. this sucks. fuck art and fuck you /ref (reference) /nbh (nobody here)
Ik you don't want advice for this so I'll just put it on the blog.
And idk if you want it but here's a tea
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Heya Vtubers! It's nice to see people moving over from twitter - as much as people joke about "amping up the cringe" to drive people off, tumblr's more welcoming than you're expecting!
My ask box is definitely open if people have questions and I've seen some help starter guides floating around, and figured why not make my own too?
This isn't about how to use tumblr though it's about a lot of the common in jokes/memes that float around. Tumblr culture works very different than Twitter culture - memes dont really come and go, they stick around. Part of this is because you can reblog posts multiple times - and yes I know good memes stick around on twitter too, but it's a very different slowness to Tumblr meme culture
This does in fact mean someone can and will flood your dashboard with repeats of the same post and yes I'm looking at you reg
We've got some silly weekly traditions like out of touch thursday, wizard wednesday, and fingers in his ass sunday and yes people Do re-reblog that shit every week. If you tell me "I like your shoelaces" I will, very stupidly, blurt out the first thing that comes to mind and it will be "Thanks I stole them from the president"
The rest shall be under a readmore because this got Very long. It's not all the memes but its a lot of my favorites that I see pretty often.
the "color theory" post
if someone says anything about color theory especially if they mentioned "children's hospital" they're likely referring to this
The skeleton wars preceded my entry onto tumblr but that was in fact a thing learn your history
Mishapocalypse was also a thing, but more relevant, is our newest holiday, Nov 4-5th
I hate to say you had to be there, but it really was a sort of manic energy you can experience in the moment. It didn't matter if you liked supernatural, destiel, sherlock, or anything, we All held hands on Nov 5th
The queen's death came mildly close, but there won't another queerbait like it. This is also the origin of the superhell meme for my fellow LGBT+
Speaking of the queen, tumblr had been waiting to celebrate her death for a Long time. People will be respectful about how her death affected shit for everyone, but they aren't going to be respectful towards her or the royal family here. We had our crab raves ready for Years before she finally kicked the bucket.
We did enjoy the sexyman polls btw, even if you twitter people were silly enough to host them offsite
"Daily Dracula" isn't just tumblr specific, but it is very popular here. It's an email newletter that sends snippets of the classic novel in real time with dates from the book.
horse plinko.
I don't have room for the entirety of the Connecticut Clark saga but its a lovely comic and Cark and Malfina are All our blorbos
You may be familiar with tumblr celebrating the Ides of March (also a very real holiday respect our traditions), so heres another history meme we've got. If people joke about the value or copper or Ea-nasir, theyre referring to this post
Around 2017, there was a time where nazi, pedo, terfs and other sorts of shit blogs were taken over by someone using Toy Story's Woody as an icon and Howdy Pardner as a blog title. Eventually the whole thing got out of hand but whoever originated Woody's Roundup was pretty funny
Popularity on tumblr is hard to gauge, but theres a few blogs out there that just Everyone knows.
We know Sixpenceee for the "Sixpenceee Heals" incident among others,
we know about thejorie's Three Weed Smoking Girlfriends,
we had bone stealing witches at one point, but not sure if they're still hanging around
thecybersmith is well known for being the Human Pet Guy among other incredibly weird takes. i think they also went to twitter but they've got a Reputation here for sure
we are Very Aware about John and Hank Green due to an incident when editing other people's posts was a thing, and people edited one of John Green's posts to be very nsfw. There's a bit of a back and forth on this one whether it was actually funny or not, but this incident did drive them off tumblr which makes John Green's recent string of tweets Fascinating
The wizard blogs are special to us, please be polite to them and pay your wizard tithes on time. I don't listen to the wizard council though, I'll cast transmute idaho if I want to.
People are sometimes really bad about reading the op of a post, and one-time-i-dreamt is well known for jumpscaring people with posts that seem like almost real encounters until you realize the blog title means this was something someone dreamed
There's definitely more but i woke up in a cold sweat at 3:30 am to write this and its now 5am so I'll leave it at that. add your favorite tumblr specific memes if you'd like.
tumblr loves to beat a dead horse (or put it in a plinko) so dont be afraid to reblog old jokes, or put a new spin on an old joke, or be like Reg who regularly reblogs the "i control the paladins" tiktok fifty times in a row when people get a bit too weird in their notes (not an exaggeration. I learned tumblr hotkeys for you my beloved mutual)
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Q when someone is interested in u how much do they txt you? I had thing this thing w someone for few months.. We talked everyday. Then got dropped after they ran after someone else… yet they came back to me. Big important notice here we didn’t meet in person yet but will be. They have said many times they want to meet me/see where things go w me, constant watch my snap stories… if I snap msg them they do always respond … they just don’t txt me anymore and rarely initiate… do I just…. Ghost? Or wait till November to meet them? Which they said that’s fine and will wait to meet me then? I always have anxiety thinking they don’t actually like me even tho they reassured me few times to the point of them getting sick of it or annoyed …
I think it’s super dependent on the person and your dynamic. My bf and I don’t text much. We were friends for a while before dating and never really texted much beyond like sending each other memes or B2B/trade film articles and when we started dating sometimes we’d go a few days not talking. It bothered me at first because it was the first time I was dating someone I didn’t speak to every day like I was legit bothered by it and thought he didn’t want to take it seriously lol because we could go multiple days not talking or like one meme each kinda thing and I was like clearly he doesn’t really give a shit which is fine like we’ve all had situationships and whatnot like that’s ok idc but then he’d phone me and ask to meet up and we’d spend like a week together and I’d be like “I need to go home” and he’d be like “seriously????” or like we’d spend an hour on the phone if one of us was traveling for work and I was like “what the fuck does this all even mean???”
Anyway I wound up talking to my bestie about it (actually the friend he’s now a bit weird about because her and I did fuck and I didn’t disclose) and she was saying like her and I can go a couple months not speaking to one another but if we ever need each other we pick up the phone and we’ll do holidays and stuff together and if our families come to town we do stuff all together like we’re VERY close but yup she’s right we do go 2 months at a time with no communication beyond insta story likes. So she said that and I was like “that’s actually true and you’re like the love of my life and this is some random dude so why am I even stressing” and idk I’ve just accepted he’s not big into texting. We live together so I see him every day lol but when we travel we’ll talk probably every second day and send like a meme a day to make sure we’re both still alive. (Pertinent because I’ve traveled into a war zone while we’ve been together fucking Slava Ukrayine but yeah I went lol as I should and he stayed like as he should and I did send memes to make sure he knew I have not been drafted or killed like once a day maybe and we spoke every couple of days and he kept being like “what’re the sirens?” and I was like “‘nah it’s the Russians but don’t stress if i go down it’s in my flat not in the weird basement situation no one is in” - idk if it’s all Ukrainians btw but Odessa people are weird as shit lol? What’s wrong with us?? Anyway.
I think given you’ve not met in person though there’s a different dynamic there. My only long distance experience was ummm how do I say this ummm not good lol so I think if the vibe is fading just via text/talking like let the person go. But like maybe when you’re in the same place and you do get to meet up that might be cool idk your life.
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What's it like being a zookeeper? What's your day like, and how'd you get into that?
Hi!
It's both really cool and really frustrating lol.
For context this is US, AZA based zoos; if you're elsewhere I have no idea whether the path that works here works elsewhere.
This got long so readmore.
I don't want to paint this career with rose tinted glasses. It's a passion career, and like all passion careers, you will be overworked, underpaid, and probably surrounded by reasonably privileged white people who can afford the overworked + underpaid. (I am absolutely no exception to this rule, btw.)
That said, a couple weeks ago I got to pet a Canada lynx. I've fed peanut butter to wolves, watched a secretary bird hunt, bonded with a Harris hawk, and made best friends with a plush-crested jay. You get the *coolest* stories, and it helps make the crappy parts of the job feel worthwhile; it's hard to resent your life when you're feeding bananas to a moose.
As far as career path goes, I'm still early in mine, but generally from talking to people, this is how it goes for most people: they go to a 4 year college/university for a degree in biology or something related -> they do at least one (unpaid :/) internship during college to get experience -> they work seasonally/part time at a zoo (generally several zoos, generally moving across the country multiple times)(this is where I'm at in my career) -> they get a full time, benefitted gig somewhere, and either work until a spot at a zoo they'd rather be at opens up, or they live the rest of their career there.
I'd like to stress this isn't the *only* career path - a lot of my coworkers here were dog trainers or what have you beforehand, a different coworker at a different zoo moved from guest services into a seasonal role and got hired on full time from there - but it is by far the most common one. This is also the reason we're pretty much all privileged white people - if you don't have family/friends who can subsidize three months worth of work that you don't get paid for, often you're a bit SOL. This is, very slowly, changing, apparently the MIlkwaukee zoo pays their interns for example, but it's still few and far between, and a very competitive field.
As far as my day to day goes, that changes a lot from zoo to zoo and even job to job - I'm a relief keeper here, so my day changes drastically based on which route I'm covering. At my previous zoo, I worked in their bird department, so my days were a bit more predictable; that was also a much bigger zoo so things like diet prep were handled by a completely different department rather than every route doing their own diets, or one person doing all of them every day. it's definitely worth investigating which kinds of animals you'd like to work with, and asking people who work with those specifically, if you can. For example, occasionally I serve as our second person to work the big cats - we have a two lock system so you can't accidentally let the lions out if you're cleaning in their yard, kind of thing. And I love our lions, and our snow leopards, but also... they're enormous, and terrifying, and sometimes uncooperative as anything. They're cool! But not an animal I'd want to work with every day.
General pros and cons:
Cons:
Pay :/ the mcdonalds I drive past every day would pay me a solid $3 more an hour. And probably give me paid time off.
You will work weekends and holidays. I've worked every holiday for the last two years.
Culture - so here's the thing. Zookeepers, as a group, are people who went individually in their lives "Hey i really suck at people skills. I know! I'll work with animals instead!" and then you put all of them together in the same room with animals they're emotionally invested in. Petty office drama, toxic management, and other such problems are common. We skew leftist and queer but that doesn't mean we have conflict resolution skills.
You are very, very, very likely to end up moving states at least once in your career.
pros:
No two days are ever the same. there's always something new to learn, some new problem to solve, something you all have to pull together and help with. Whether that be relocating an alligator, unloading a frozen meat delivery, a news crew hanging around, or something else, there's always something to change up the day.
The work you're doing never feels like a perpetual motion machine - it always has meaning to it. Everything you do benefits an animal you probably know personally, by name. You get to share those stories, those individuals, with the visitors who stop and ask; if you're lucky, they might go home and learn more about those animals. We all thrive by the concept of "You protect what you care about; you care about what you know; you know about what you are taught". Did I know kori bustards existed before I worked with them? no. Do I care now, and I'm glad to know they're no longer poached for fly fishing bait thanks to (i think) CITES in the 80s and 90s? You bet I do they're wonderful animals.
Your life, the everyday mundanity of it, becomes something that other people will always consider you the most interesting person in the room for. I don't get to work with said lynx very often anymore, due to staffing changes and whatnot, but every morning like clockwork Carson would meet you at the fence and follow you right along it to the den, because he knew you had his breakfast. It felt mundane, after a while, but it's always worth the moment of acknowledging "wow I actually get to hang out with some lynx today. That's pretty cool."
Hopefully this actually answers your question lol. It's not something I'd trade for anything, but I don't want to paint it as a world full of snuggling wolf puppies and rainbows and sunshine, because it's not that, either. It's sometimes grueling, frustrating, bitter work, full of frustrations about budgets and supplies and not having enough hours in the day. But then you go and you hang out with the giraffes for a couple minutes, and that in itself is wonderfully grounding.
so yeah. Hope this helps!
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[hiatus]
I think it’s the lactose intolerance talking, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t need this art break.
So, hear me out, or don’t, the announcement is already up there in concisely one word.
[optional read below]
I started this school break with my [Wounded] series. And this was a whole mini series that I’ve taken from real-life “wounds”
Semi-permanent was taken from the times that I fell sick during school days. I’ve been very busy trying to keep up with studying, paired with the fact that I didn’t really know when or how to moderate myself in such a way that I was still able to balance rest and work. And it turns out, I couldn’t do that—and so for multiple times the past semester I fell very ill on the weeks before exams. Which sucked, but I guess, it was my body finally taking that break for me. Worst timing, btw. But it happened. I survived just fine, thankfully. Part of semi-permanent’s idea fuel was th fact I was still on that transition stage with trying to adjust to new environments—new place, new people, new ways of trying to get along with strangers in my general vicinity—moving homes twice—getting into a knee-injury accident thing while going down the stairs. This art piece had the premise that maybe some wounds are just that—“semi-permanent.”
Medic is an artpiece where I sort of emotionally face this thing called a “heartache.” I’ve forgotten over what heartache it is, but it held the idea that stuff like that—healing broken hearts—is a thing you have to do by yourself. It’s something that I feel is unfair to pass on to others, tasking them to helping you heal something that is exclusively yours. I don’t want to elaborate on the specific type of heartache—just know that it is yours to fill by yourself. That is what I believe in, and you are definitely free to refute that.
Mihael a (I’m not looking up the stylized fonts have mercy) is a play on my actual irl name. And yes, you are correct if you are thinking of a certain figure that’s very well known in religious literature. Simply explained, it’s an artpiece with the premise of facing those “demons” that live in our thoughts—the digital sword is a funny part of the piece I added at the last minute, but it fits well with the reference, no?
I won’t add too much of the photos since they are already here and posted, and this thing has been quite long already. But I am proud that in this past weeks alone, I was able to create I think, 10 works, 2 of them are wips, 1 of them might not see the day because I couldn’t for the life of me, feel confident with the art style I currently had, to justify, or at least be on par with other works—don’t do this btw. It’s just a personal thing for me that I wasn’t able to gather up that confidence to pick it up again and actually work on it. The photo above is that one art I made for 11.11. She was fun to work on. That’s all I will say about it.
This post is already long and winded and I’m surprised if you read this through (and thank you, if you did!). But as the title said, I’d like to take this time, coming up to the holiday season, to rest. I feel as though I’ve placed immense pressure on my skills (and that’s on me!) without really looking at what I was actually able to accomplish thus far. I hope to spend the remaining time until second semester begins next year, on things that don’t demand too much of my emotional and mental batteries. Doing something fun and specifically for myself that I don’t feel the need to document—and really just hoping for the times I get to touch grass so I can explore more of the new environment I’m living in. For the first time after a long time, I get to experience a Christmas holiday that is not just me and my single parental figure, and I look forward to that as well.
Be good to yourselves, I’ll be back with more long winded texts because I am still a talkative little shit with a keyboard I’m having fun using.
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Sometimes MMOs are fucking great actually.
#world of warcraft#video james#context: [What A Long Strange Trip It's Been] is a meta achievement#that requires you to complete MULTIPLE achievements for each major holiday#so it takes a year to get in itself#but usually much longer than a year BECAUSE of this [School of Hard Knocks] achievement#which occurs during Children's Week#(other holidays are multiple weeks long btw this one is a week)#and requires you to take the orphan you're babysitting into four different PVP battlegrounds#and achieve an objective in each of these battlegrounds#like capture the flag or defend a point... that sort of thing#WHILE everyone else is also trying to complete that objective so they can get the achievement#and while the other team is trying to murder you bc it's PVP of course they are#so one week a year many people are doing battlegrounds while not actively trying to win the battle?#bc their major goal is to get that damn achievement#many of these people don't even pvp the rest of the year they're just going for this achievement#no person in their right mind would go into a bg during Children's Week looking for a normal bg experience#but EVERY TIME there's at least one person in a battleground shrieking about how their team isn't playing to win#they could literally take one week off playing battlegrounds and never have to deal with this#but no#they actively choose to enter battlegrounds and allow this to somehow ruin their day I GUESS#...anyway I'm delighted that I pulled off this achievement after four years in WoW#AND managed to absolutely enrage one of those people at the same time#it would have been satisfying anyway but my god this elevated it to a whole other level
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Holidays
I would like to thank you all because by the gods, I didn't have that much notifications since way too long, love you all ♥
(and warn you because I don't have a rythm. At all. It's 2 OC in 10 days, it'll probably be wayy much before the next one :'))
I didn't find any real fanfic on Daminette x Teen Titans and I really think it can have a lot of potential (and I like the Titans) so here a little thing. It's more of a "throw all ideas before I forget them" so it's not really organised but I think it's sweet, so enjoy! (like last time, make what you want of it, if you want to write it just @/me I want to see!)
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Aged-Up Characters! Marinette 17 years old more or less and Damian 18 I suppose. I'm not really up to date on the ages of all the characters but they're close to be or are adults.
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Marinette is tired. Really really tired. She needs holidays. Far away from Paris, from Hawkmoth, from Malizia, from Lila Rossi and her court of lies, from her Order and her responsabilities and just... holidays. And her friends know that. Even the new members of the Order who don't know her very well know that. So they scheme. (Because she needs it but she won't take holidays obviously. Self -sacrifiyng and way too hard-working demoiselle.)
She'll keep the Coccinelle because she's one of the two persons who can wield it and the Chat isn't a good idea for holidays (like yeah okay he's fun but he's also chaos and Marinette needs rest. So Ladybug it is). She also has the Cheval, in case of akuma or amok or mirage or idk what they want to throw at her. All of her Gardians duties will go to Adrien and Nino, her fellow gardians-in-training (because there is no way she can be a full-fledged Gardian without much guidance, even X years after, don't fight me). And yeah, it's not perfect but it's something and it's way better than what she has now.
That's good, all good. They just need a location now.
It was an idea from Alix, with her weird smile they learn to not ask about. But it's Adrien and Chloe who talk to Jon and Damian. And it's Kor'i who concretises it by inviting Marinette at Jump City, in the Titans Tower.
And she accepts, because she knows she needs holidays and she wants to see Damian and to meet his friends (just coworkers dixit himself and she doesn't believe him at all).
So she goes.
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Of course, Damian haven't let the Titans know who their guest would be and Kor'i wanted it to be a surprise (and a little mischief, maybe, it'll be fun). So when the car parks in front of the tower, they wait for an hero, or a celebrity, or someone they know, or or... anyone really. Not an asian girl with dark rings under her eyes, half-asleep and clinging to Damian. Nor the ease of Damian when he takes her bags with his arm around her waist.
... Damian has a girlfriend !?
(Kor'i was right, it's fun.)
Damian has indeed a girlfriend but she just says hello and then go crash on the bed. Damian's bed in fact. In his room. Where he takes her bags. The Damian. Who doesn't like anyone in his venicity or in the venicity of his things (and okay, he's more... less... than in the beginning but still it's a huge thing for him!). The following hours are eventful for the Titans who doesn't get what the fuck is happening, Kor'i who just wants popcorns and Damian who hides in his room. With his girlfriend. (The Titan have a hard time swallowing that).
Marinette wakes up in the middle of the night and finds Rachel in the kitchen, in front of a cup of black coffee. She smiles, a little shy and a lot eager and buzzes with energy. Her dark circles are a little less pronunced but she takes a double coffee with enough sugar and creme to wake the dead. Heh. The girls bond across coffee, late nights, Damian and art. It's cool. And when the sun rises and the boys and Kor'i wake up one by one, they're friends. And Marinette makes divine coffee and all the boys are enamored in a minute.
(Damian is Not jealous. But he keeps close to Marinette. Just in case.)
Marinette is all smiles and flowers, adorable in this not-naive way of helping others like it's a second nature and asking if she oversteps, always cautious of the boundaries. She has the look of heroes, mature and wary, but her eyes shine when she talks and she's sunshine, lighting up all that she sees. Damian is at ease when she's at his side, hands fluttering around to explain her last idea, he rolls his eyes when she hits walls and furnitures and apologizes and smiles when she lits up in joy and passion. He looks like his dad when Bruce gets out of his multiple costumes, serene in a way they never know him to be.
Sometimes she disappears and she explains she's a hero at home and they can't know her alter-ego without being banned from her city. They look at the thundering look on Damian at that and understand that he hates that truth. When she reappears, she looks dead on her feet and the first time they couldn't do a thing - too surprised to see Damian fuss over someone. After, they learn that she needs distractions so Garfield and Victor organized video game contests and they discover someone who can, in fact, stand up to Cybord. Sometimes the enemy is too much and Rachel comes to meditate with her, her calm a great help for the buzy mind of Marinette. Other times she just sleeps on Damian and they keep quiet (with pictures because they're cute and it's Robin).
Another time, it's their turn to go on mission and Marinette waves them with a smile and hopes of good fortune. And, okay it's a little weird but hey she's nice, let her have that. (And she's French so maybe she had a case of weird translation of a French saying even if she's bilingue). They're weary when they return and Marinette regards them with something grave in her eyes, like she can see more, like she knows somehow. They advert their eyes first, except for Damian who goes to her and she stands on her toes to kiss him on the forehead and there is a weird shimmer. When Kor'i goes to her after him and receives the same treatment, Garfield asks if it's a cult thing of something and Marinette smiles but her eyes are still too deep, too obscure and explains that she can heal them a little, if they want. Raven is the first to accept and the weight on her shoulders is lift a little when Marinette delivers. At the very moment her lips touch her forehead - just beneath her cristal - she knows the healing is not only physical even if it's not really psychological either.
Damian's girlfriend is adorable and hero but she's also magical in a way so very different of what she saw before.
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When Marinette's holidays come to an end, she has new friends, knows new people she can trust to have her back, and her smile is much more genuine than two weeks ago. And Damian is teased relentlessly (but also a little enviously, she really is too good for him! Even Raven said it).
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(or the AU where the kwamis doesn't exist so Marinette is Magic. I love Tikki and Plagg and all the others but I really love a good kwamiless AU, it's so much magic. So here it is.) (btw it's the DCMAU version of Teen Titans, sometimes in the future, it's the only one I know enough to write about. and I don't even recall how the Judas Contract end so.)
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Ask Answers: January 28th, 2021 (Part 1)
And we’re back with many more ask answers! Thank you for waiting.
Is lizzie/the main character tripping over a rock a random event in barbecue? or does it require certain choices? i picked the same choices in multiple different playthroughs but ended up with three different outcomes (1. nothing happens 2. liz trips 3. i trip)
Yep! It’s completely random. Just a little moment of life you don’t have control over, haha.
wait just double checking you stated that derek would be another romantic interest you can pursue in step 4 right??? im just asking cuz hes my fav character
oh wait and btw i was the one that asked the question about derek being in the step 4 just now, and will you have to pay extra for like a dlc or something bc i play the free version rn and i just wanted to check!!
Yeah, you will eventually be able to romance him, but unfortunately it is a paid DLC. Cove is the only love interest who’s entirely free-to-play. You can follow our social media for when we giveaways for a chance to win a key for it, though.
i know that y’all said the step 3 dlc and step 4 will be released early 2021, is there any update to that? for example, a rough amount of days/weeks until release? no pressure at all, i’m super excited!! <3
The Step 3 DLC will be about in maybe two-two and half months or so. Step 4, we’re not entirely sure. Maybe a few months after the Step 3. We don’t want to give set dates until we’re really close to the release since otherwise we wouldn’t be able to 100% guarantee them.
First off love the game. Second I'm a little confused on how the nsfw dlc is gonna work. Because based on some stuff you've said it sounds like a patreon only thing and others make me think it could be an itch/steam thing after the fact? Would you mind clarifying for me 😅. Also if it's a patreon only thing do you need to become one before it's released?
It’s not going to be on Steam/Itch. The actual game of Our Life is safe for teens with no adult content. Any 18+ stuff we’re releasing is separate bonus content. Right now the only for sure plan is having it available through Patreon. If there’s another hosting site that’s not Steam or Itch that’d be easier for people than Patreon we might consider uploading it there too, but nothing else is set.
If you want the bonus Moment you’d have to join once it’s already out or sometime after the release. Joining now would get you our current rewards, but wouldn’t get you future content that’s coming later.
this is probably an awkward question and i apologize, feel free not to answer, but i just wanted to address the elephant in the room....will step 4 acknowledge covid/2020 world events?? i kind of hope not bc i'd like to just exist in a fictional version of the world where things are happy in this quaint seaside town and the world isn't falling apart, but i'd understand if there are some references to it. just thought i'd ask so i can Prepare if that makes sense
Step 4 isn’t going to include Covid or even reference it. When we set Step 4 in that year we definitely didn’t know there’d be a global pandemic during it. It’s too late to move the timeframe earlier or later, but we’re not going to make Step 4 stressful for anyone because the real world became so much more stressful. The universe of Our Life will just be an even more idealized place than it was before.
hiiiii! i'm really sorry if this is a bother. i was just curious if cove has a canon setting for each step, like is it canon that he stays candid the whole game and is super sporty for instance and the rest are variations? thank you for your time!
None of those settings are canon. They’re all equally valid.
I love the game and Cove so much that I ended up spending most of the holidays playing it. Definitely worth it! Idk if you're taking suggestions/criticisms, but I chose the peach skin tone and seeing it written as "my peach skin" in the game broke immersion for me because I kept thinking it was referring to the fruit instead of my skin color. I think that skin color is most commonly referred to as "fair" but "peachy" or "rosy" would work too if you're looking for a different word
Thank you for sharing your experience. We’ll change it to “peachy” in the next update!
So I accidentally overwrote a save file with a different one, is there any way I can recover that save?
Sadly, there isn’t. Not unless you had a backup of the actual save file files in a separate location you can get. I’m really sorry. You can try using the skip feature to quickly speed through the game and get back to where you were though.
Do you try to maintain the color scheme for the clothing throughout the years in Our Life?
Yes, though in hindsight not as much as I wished I did, haha. It could’ve been a little more cohesive. It was a bit too broad in my opinion.
I noticed that Cliff mentions he wasn’t much older than Cove before finding out he was going to be a father when he finds MC in bed with Cove during Part 3 so doesn’t that Cliff and Kyra were teenage/young parents?
Yeah, Cliff was nineteen and Kyra was eighteen when Cove was born. They were just a couple of kids.
Does Cove have a favourite holiday?
It changes depending on the year. Around Step 1 he’s not a huge fan of a lot of holidays because he’s not together with his whole family for them. But once he’s older and Kyra comes around more, he starts appreciating major family holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas more than other holidays because he knows how it feels not to have that. Though summer vacation is of course his most favorite all the time, if that counts as a “holiday”.
I tried to join your patreon but I can’t seem to? The website keeps saying something went wrong and to try again.
I’m sorry you’re having trouble! I think contacting Patreon support would probably be the best option if the joining process itself is having issues.
How much is it to become a part of your Patreon? I don’t have a lot of money currently but would love to help you out more than just buying the games and dlcs.
Aw, I appreciate you wanting to support but the Patreon is really optional. You don’t need to push yourself to join if you don’t have extra funds for it. To still answer the question, the tiers are $1, $5, $10, $15, and $20 in USD. Each come with different perks.
I had this idea for a future daughter for the MC and Cove being named "Poppy", after the flowers on their hill~
That’s a really sweet idea! I’m sure Cove would be a fan.
So if you don't mind me asking, how do you get Cove to propose to you in Step 4 and not the other way around?
I’m afraid that’d be too big of a spoiler to give away before the epilogue’s release, at least in terms of specifics. Generally you’ll just have to be patient and try not to propose first, haha.
will we get to move in with cove in step 4 😮?? or is that a secret
You can be living together with Cove in Step 4! Though you wouldn’t get to see the place itself. That’s up to your imagination.
Is it bad that I'm completely in love with Cove's dad... What I gotta pay to romance Cliff 😭 (I don't mean as Jamie because that would be wack)
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you can’t be sirius // r.l
Summary: heyy, could you do one where the reader is best friends with remus and all the marauders always joke about they being a couple and stuff like that, and one day the reader is like in dangerous or something and remus save her and then he realized that he is in love with her? i would really appreciated!! (btw your writhing is amazing:)) and sorry for my bad english)
Warnings: none!
Word Count: 3.3k
A/N: so i switched it a tiiiiiny bit. i hope you don’t mind, sweet anon! this is also my first time writing for remus!!! so i hope you all enjoy! xx
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The snow covered Hogwarts grounds were practically calling to you as you gazed out the Potions window, longing more than anything for the outside world.
Not that you didn’t love class, but because there was nothing like being outside and in the cold December air as the fresh flakes fell from the sky and littered the ground in white. You could throw snowballs, make snow angels, even make snowmen.
And then, after a few hours out in the cold, you could come inside and make yourself comfortable in front of the warm fire in the common room. Maybe even snuggled up under a blanket with someone.
As you thought about being wrapped up with someone under a blanket, your eyes instinctively turned towards where Remus was sitting. He was slouched over, his head in his hand and his messy hair falling into his face. He seemed zoned out — tired, even — but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him.
Sniggering at your obvious lovestruck gaze, Sirius snapped his fingers in front of your face, “Y/N, the Professor is at the front of the class.”
“Thanks, you git,” you smiled sarcastically and shot him a glare before turning your attention back to the professor, who was being so incredibly boring that you swore time actually slowed down.
You would occasionally glance back and forth between Remus and the sparkling snowflakes falling outside the window, wishing you could go for a casual stroll of the grounds with him. As of next week, you’d both be off for the holidays and you wouldn’t see him again until you returned to Hogwarts. It wasn’t an incredibly long holiday, but you’d miss his presence nonetheless.
Too distracted by your thoughts, you hadn’t even noticed class ended until James bolted over to talk to Sirius about something. What they talked about, you had no idea, but it seemed urgent as the two hastily exited the class and took off down the hall.
“Where’d you think they ran off to?” Remus’ voice caused you to jump back, nearly dropping the heavy potions book in your arms.
“Dunno,” you shrugged, beginning to walk out of the class with him by your side, “Probably has something to do with Lily.”
Remus nodded, loose strands of hair falling in his face as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “Guess the walk to lunch is just the two of us.”
“What about Peter?” you asked jokingly, looking around to see where the little rat had run off to after class, “Can’t forget about him.”
“Well, is he around?” Remus asked, raising his hand to his forehead and pretending to search the halls, “Nope. Just you and I, love.”
You fought back a blush at his openness, knowing he had no idea how you felt about him. The two of you often looked like a couple — his arm wrapped around you and on the odd occasion he’d sometimes pull you into a hug or call you, as he had just done, ‘love.’
Remus Lupin was a charmer, there was no denying that.
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The Great Hall was relatively quiet as you strolled in for lunch. The only reason you could think of was that students had taken advantage of the snow covered grounds and decided to take a stroll during their free time instead. Which was something you so desperately wished you could be doing with a certain someone right about now.
Finding your usual spot at the table, Remus comfortably seating himself next to you, it appeared that James and Sirius were still having a rather private conversation.
They were leaned over the table, Sirius mumbling rather aggressively while James tried to argue his side of the story. Clearly, they were talking about Lily. The only time Sirius looked this exasperated was when James spoke of his crush.
You shared an amused look with Remus before turning to the two boys across from you, “If you need girl advice, ask a girl. Guys know absolutely nothing. Sorry, Sirius.”
Their whispering stopped and they turned up to face you, James furrowing his eyebrows, “Fine. I’ll ask you, then. How do you get a girl to go out with you?”
“Well, firstly,” you replied, beginning to fill your plate with some chicken pot pie, “You don’t harass her. And stop being creepy.” Before James could protest, you butt in again, “You always follow her and make things worse for yourself, Potter. Just stop trying to act tough and obnoxious. Girls hate that.”
Sirius chuckled at James’ bewildered expression, taking in your words as if his life depended on it. You knew James did harbour a decent crush on Lily Evans, but he came off the worst way possible.
“Show her you like her for more than her looks,” you continued on, “Tell her she’s smart, funny, witty, whatever it is you like about her.”
Remus cooly turned to face you, “Y/N, you’re witty, smart, funny — coolest person I know.”
You stopped in your tracks, turning to face Remus with wide eyes and a starstruck expression, soaking in his words. Had he really meant it?
“Like that?” he asked, interrupting your thoughts and confirming that he hadn’t in fact meant to compliment you, but wanted to show James how to do it.
“Yep,” you tried your best to keep your voice steady and nonchalant, but you caught Sirius’ eye and he could tell exactly how flustered you were.
Sirius was the only person who really knew about your crush on Remus. He’d often push you to confess by calling you two a ‘couple’ or ‘lovebirds’ and wondering aloud why you two weren’t dating. You loved and hated him for it.
“Right,” James nodded, his determination showing, “This helps.”
“Also, don’t be a git,” you clarified, saying it slowly, “Reckon you’d make things a million times worse than you already have.”
He stared you down for a long moment, eyes narrowed while Sirius and Remus stifled their laughter.
“Well, go on, mate,” Sirius clapped him on the back, “The world is your oyster.”
James nodded and stood up, heading straight towards the section that Lily was sitting innocently, completely unaware of what was coming her way.
“D’you think she’ll say yes?” Remus’ eyes were watching James but his question was directed towards you.
“Dunno,” you shrugged, laughing softly, “Only wish I could go over there and warn the poor girl.”
The two boys laughed, trying their best not to gain James’ attention — who seemed nervous enough as it is.
The three of you kept an eye on him as he sat next to her, channeling his charm and trying his best to woo the girl he had fallen for. But, as you watched, you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like if Remus felt that way about you.
If he liked you as much as you liked him.
It seemed like an impossibility, a fever dream, but sometimes you thought it could be possible. Like the times you’d catch him staring at you, or the times he’d compliment you, or even the times him and James would drop their conversations as soon as you’d enter the room.
“Well,” Sirius stood up, wiping his hands on the napkin, “Should we start walking to class? It’s on the other side of the school and we can enjoy the snow.”
“You read my mind, Black,” you grinned, your inner child coming out at the thought of walking through the snow at last, “Let’s go. James can catch us up later.”
Remus agreed, and the three of you exited the Great Hall and walked through the courtyard, the slow snowflakes falling, a few landing on your nose and eyelashes. You were bundled up in your robes, thankful for the sweater you were wearing underneath.
“Always loved the snow,” Remus’ smile was wide as he looked up to the sky, “It’s so calming.”
You nodded, holding out your hand and catching a few flakes in your palm, “It really is.”
“Alright, lovebirds,” Sirius smirked at you two, his knowing smile taunting you, “You can bond over snow later. Let’s go.”
Cheeks burning, you followed after Sirius and off to class, Remus walking by your side.
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The next week had been crazy busy with exams, classes, and packing in time to go home for the holidays. Your trunk was packed to the brim and you finally felt stress free, only having a small pile of homework to complete over the holidays.
The only thing that seemed to bring down your mood was that you wouldn’t get to see Remus for a while. Sure, you’d miss all your friends, but it was different with him. You knew you’d crave his presence while he was off doing whatever he does during Christmas.
“Ready to head to the train?” James asked as the four of you stood around the common room fully bundled for the cold, “Wait, where’s Peter?”
“Here!” Peter rushed down the stairs, trunk in hand and his scarf wrapped messily around his neck, “I’m ready!”
Sirius chuckled at him, rolling his eyes, and the five of you proceeded out of the common room and down to the stop where you’d hop on the carriage. Lily has joined you guys along the way, James casually wrapping his arm around her and chatting away about his holiday plans.
“Bet you he’s going to forget about us completely by next term,” Remus smirked, nudging his head in James’ direction, “We’ll become invisible.”
You laughed, tossing your head back, “Sounds about right.”
The rest of the walk down was mostly filled with small talk, Sirius saying he was probably going to stay with James to avoid his family, and Peter telling you all how he expected to receive multiple knitted sweaters for Christmas.
As you arrived at the carriage stop, you had been too preoccupied looking over the frozen lake to notice the large carriage barreling in your direction at full speed.
“Y/N!” Remus ran across the path, knocking you out of the way and wrapping his arms around you as you both collided, falling down into the snow. His body was atop yours, the snow having luckily cushioned your fall.
“Nice save,” Sirius smirked, failing at hiding his laughter.
Remus pushed himself off of you, cheeks a bright shade of pink and his eyes scanning over you as he stuck out his hand to help you stand up.
“Are you alright? Sorry for pushing you,” he sounded breathless.
“No, I’m — yeah, I’m fine, thank you” you wiped the snow off of your robes, eyes locked on Remus’.
Had he seriously jumped in front of a carriage and knocked you over to protect you? He hadn’t even thought twice about it. He could have gotten seriously hurt, but he did it to protect you.
“Well, now that Remus is done playing hero, the carriage is ready,” Sirius’ smirk still evident as he climbed aboard the carriage, sitting himself next to a laughing Peter.
“Right,” you nodded, picking up the trunk that you had dropped in the action and making you way onto it, sitting down and being accompanied by a still-flustered Remus.
The ride to the train was incredibly awkward, filled with tense silence and the occasional bump, resulting in your body leaning into Remus’ and pulling away as quick as possible.
You couldn’t understand how to feel. Thrilled that he helped you, yes. But you didn’t know what to do next. Your mind was swirling and your heart was beating violently. Remus’ arm kept brushing up against yours, causing your mind to go numb for a few moments before the whirlwind of mixed feelings started up again.
Wanting to smack the cheeky grin off of Sirius’ face, you kept your eyes narrowed at him as the carriage pulled up to the Hogsmeade station.
“You can go first,” Remus motioned his hand as you grabbed your trunk, nodding politely and thanking him before hopping off the back, shortly followed by Remus, Sirius and Peter. James hopped off and walked away with his arm around Lily, not even bidding you all a happy holiday before disappearing amongst the crowd.
“Fool,” Sirius chuckled as he led the way to the train.
Remus walked alongside you, shooting you an awkward smile every time you two made eye contact. A smile which you’d return with the same uneasy awkwardness.
“Here we go, a nice empty compartment where we can divulge all of our deep, hidden secrets, yes?” Sirius nudged you into the empty compartment, pushing Remus down next to you and seating himself across, Peter by his side.
You glared at him, hating his smugness, before picking up your trunk and placing it above your head.
“So, Peter, should we go greet the uh, others?” Sirius stood up, grabbing Peter by the shoulder and hoisting him to his feet.
“Others? Do we even have other friends?” Peter asked, scratching the back of his neck.
You were about to interrupt and say that no, you indeed did not have other friends, but Sirius pushed him out of the doors and followed suit, leaving you and Remus in tense silence.
Cursing every word at Sirius, you let out a deep sigh. Remus seemed too uncomfortable to speak, meaning you’d probably have to start the conversation.
“Thanks for pushing me out of the way,” you repeated, thinking to yourself that you sounded awfully pathetic.
Remus smiled, running his hand through his messy hair, “Didn’t even have to think twice. Didn’t want you getting hurt.”
Fluttering at his words, your heart seemed unsure of how to behave at the present moment; beating unevenly and causing your hands to become clammy.
“Ok, I’m just gonna say it,” Remus’ voice cracked as he took a deep breath, “I did it because I like you. And I didn’t want you getting hurt. Especially if I could do something to help.”
You couldn’t find the words to properly respond, all you could say was, “We’re friends. That’s why you helped. And I appreciate it.”
“No,” Remus groaned, running a hand down his face, “I like you, like you. Fancy you. As more than a friend.”
Your entire body felt like it was both burning and freezing. Your hands were no longer clammy, but became completely numb, along with the entire lower half of your body. This had to be some sort of prank. That’s why Sirius had been so smug all day.
“Yeah, right,” you scoffed, cheeks burning.
“I’m serious!” Remus leaned over and grabbed your hands, his skin incredibly warm against yours.
“No, you’re Remus,” you blurted out jokingly, mind completely blank. Mentally face palming yourself at your idiotic response, you felt a sudden wave of relief when Remus let out a laugh.
“Nice, clever,” his laughter died down slightly as he gazed into your eyes, the intensity nearly palpable, “But I am mad for you. Don’t know why it’s taken me so long to say it.”
Relief was the only feeling you could comprehend in the moment. You trusted his words fully — his blue eyes held a level of sincerity you had never seen before.
“I’m mad for you too,” you grinned, body slowly starting to regain feeling. Which you were suddenly glad for as Remus pulled you into the most passionate hug you had ever experienced. His body wrapped around yours with love, admiration, relief — all the emotions you had also been feeling.
You felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders in his embrace. Your bubbling feelings were now set free, enveloping the room and crashing down on both of you. And you could tell Remus felt the same. His entire body was relaxed against yours, comfortable and soft. His arms were draped around you and his lips quickly pressed against your temple as he pulled away.
The way he was looking at you, you could have sworn he was about to press his lips against yours. Your heart had now completely stopped and your mind froze, the only feeling you could process was Remus’ soft breath against your lips, moving closer and closer—
The compartment door slid open and Sirius stood there, arms crossed and an arrogant smirk playing his lips.
“So, what’d I miss in here?”
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The Christmas holidays had been too long for your liking. Yes, seeing your family had been quite amazing and you missed them dearly, but you had felt even more separated from Remus after the double confession on the train.
He wrote to you everyday and you responded eagerly, telling him everything you could about what was going on. His letters, though slightly hard to read, contained mostly short poetry and descriptions of landscapes and sceneries he had seen over the short few weeks.
You loved receiving letters from him, but it was safe to say you couldn’t wait for school to begin again. The building anticipation was driving you crazy, and only when your parents were driving you back to King’s Cross did you feel the nerves replace the longing.
In the countless notes you and Remus had sent to each other over the course of the holiday, you had arranged to meet at the platform around 10:30am — which was in two minutes. In two minutes, you’d get to finally see Remus again.
Your parents walked you in, bidding you a goodbye as you approached the barrier to the platform. Remus was nowhere in sight, but as your parents walked away and you inconspicuously slipped through with your trunk and trolley, you spotted his familiar head of brown hair standing by Sirius and Peter, the three of them chatting away and catching up.
“Ey, if it isn’t your girlfriend, Remus,” Sirius waved you over, pulling you into a hug as you reached them.
Your face felt like it was on fire as you pulled away, letting your hair fall into your face so Remus wouldn’t see your flaming cheeks. The two of you had never put a label on what you wanted to be. You hoped Sirius’ comment didn’t make Remus uncomfortable.
It seemed to do the opposite effect, however, as Remus placed his hands on either side of your face and pressed his lips against yours, arms working their way down to snake around your waist and hold you against him.
Taking a second to process the gesture, you stayed frozen in your spot. Only once Remus began pulling away did you realize what was going on. You leaned back into him, connecting your lips as your heart soared into a frenzy.
It felt as if you were on cloud nine — like every single person standing around this train station disappeared from view and only the two of you were left. You could only focus on him and his touch, feeling your body mould with his in a fit of passion.
Eventually, reluctantly, the two of you pulled apart and stared at each other with a dopey grin.
“Can’t wait to do that more often now that you’re my girlfriend,” Remus smirked, “If you want, that is.”
“Course I want that,” you replied nearly instantaneously. You sounded awfully eager but you couldn’t deny that that’s exactly how you felt.
His hand reached down and linked into yours, tingles going up and down your spine at the contact. Peter and Sirius wiggled their eyebrows at you, laughing as the four of you climbed aboard the scarlet train to find a compartment.
You guys had managed to find James while searching, who led you to where he had been sitting with Lily.
Hand still linked with Remus’, you sat next to him and rested your head against his shoulder. He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head and there was no way you could hide your smile now.
Something told you this was bound to be your best year yet.
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my contribution to the bapo timeline discourse bc i’m just gonna propose a timeline and will not be taking criticism <3 (under the cut bc this is gonna be a long post probably)
ok disclaimer I am quite stupid, however I’m gonna use my knowledge from my own 12 years in american public high school and what little info I have about american boarding schools/catholic schools that I have from my friends lol. so. idk.
i’m also gonna date songs/major events and i’m gonna be taking some “just trust me bro” liberties bc y’all are right it does NOT make that much sense.
January 6: Epiphany; this is like an actual holiday lol. like its always on the sixth. idk its good that this is the starting point bc its an actual date yknow? For the purposes of this timeline were going with that its early in the week, so lets go with Monday idk
January 6-13: You and I, Role of a Lifetime; so we’re all kinda in agreement that this timeline (at least the beginning) only really makes sense if you and i/role of a lifetime aren’t like. a singular moment and are instead multiple days. so yeah, of this first week, this is like. monday-next sunday ish yknow.
January 14: Auditions, Plain Jane Fatass; ok so having auditions for a spring musical right after kids get back from break actually makes perfect sense to me, like i can see it being like “ok take break to prepare so as soon as you come back we can have auditions so we can jump right into rehersals” yknow? and since the rave is clearly on a friday (”we’ll meet in tanya’s room on friday night”) so i’m going with the monday before.
as for pjf, i know it doesn’t make a ton of sense for them to get a two week late birthday package their first few weeks back from school, but hear me out it makes sense. the implication throughout this entire show is that the twins have decently shitty parents. from bits of dialogue (in this song in particular lol) i’m kinda inferring their the “only concerned with how their kids make them look to others” kind of neglectful. so I don’t think it’s too outside the realm of possibility that they went away for the holidays, didn’t bring the twins, and instead mailed them a birthday package and having it show up two weeks late. realistically the timing of this isnt that important and the explicit “two week” time frame could’ve been an exaggeration on nadia’s part to mock her shit parents (idk its in her character) basically ppl are a little two fixated on this imo but anyway. moving on.
January 18: Wonderland, A Quiet Night At Home, Rolling, Best Kept Secret; a very agreed upon point in the timeline. its the friday following the auditions. moving on.
January 21: Confession; also very agreed upon. the monday following the rave. moving on again
January 23: Portrait of a Girl; the date here is kinda arbitrary, but bc sister chantelle says “ok lets try to put yesterday’s rehearsal behind us” and i for the life of me cannot think of a scene she could be referring to (there’s none in the script either) that implies it wasn’t the same monday as confession (bc even in a boarding school i think holding extracurriculars that aren’t sports over the weekend (especially when they are no where near crunch time lol) is weird and not common) so i just picked a random day during the week
January 25: Birthday Bitch!, One Kiss, Are You There?; from matt’s line in wonderland, ivy’s birthday is a week after the rave. in my timeline that’s january 25th (an aquarius queen).
btw given all grown up’s “17, how will i manage?” ivy is 16 during 17 at her party, which is strange given shes a high school senior and seniors are typically 17 during 18. so either a) she skipped a grade, not an unheard of thing. or b) shes not a senior, shes just a junior who hangs out with a bunch of seniors, which is also pretty common. and looking through the script i can’t find any mention that she is also a senior, other than yknow she graduates with them, but she isn’t mentioned during the class ranking scene? so idk not that it really matters just a fun detail
February 3 (at night): 911 Emergency!; ok controversial. i know i like the joke about how its funny that peter having a weird dream when he was high prompted him to want to come out and really ruined his relationship with jason. BUT. i think the dream (despite it’s weirdness) would have a lot more meaning if it wasn’t the result of being really high, but if it was a dream he had like a week later as a result of a building sense of guilt/anxiety bc he told matt. also it fits better given later timeline things. (this timeline literally only exists if there are weird jumps in time that don’t make a ton of sense) (EDIT: I forgot one line about Jason crashing at ivys but fuck it forget that bitchass line this makes for more drama its staying this way)
February 4: Reputation Stain’d, Ever After; the next day following peter’s dream, idk what else to say, moving on.
February 25-28: Spring; another jump! i’m sorry but the only way for this to make sense logistically is for there to be quite a few time jumps! however, i also think this one works bc i think it gives time for everything from around ivy’s party and peter and jason’s break up to stew emotionally. like obviously a musical only has so much time to tell a story so the audience cannot see every realistic beat, but honestly i think it makes the whole thing a little more dramatic™ if there’s space for everything to settle, and for ivy to come and apologize and such. also, the reason it’s multiple days is bc in the script, ivy is trying to study (presumably for some sort of midterm) while nadia is playing, so that probably takes place a few days before they move out, so before finals. but in the script, jason and peter are packing and peter is leaving, so that part of the song/staging takes place on the 28th. yes, that’s weird, but we are clearly thinking more about the logistics of this school than the writers were so.
March 1: One; assuming st. cecilia’s works kinda like boarding schools here, they probably do staggered move out/move in, just bc that would be a lot to have people coming and going at once so it makes sense that peter left the day before, while jason and ivy are leaving the next day. also, given that peter is trying to call jason while he and ivy are banging, it’s probably been a hot minute since the actual break up, since peter was clearly very hurt by the whole thing, it would make sense (at least to me) that peter would reach out a month ish later, rather than like a few days later (you have to make so many assumptions to make this timeline work granted they aren’t super out there assumptions but still this is annoying)
March 1-25: Spring Break. the coworkers I have who are in boarding school work over their school breaks, which are longer than the public school breaks (which are only a week) so i put their spring break at 3 weeks. it makes sense, and it makes the later part of the timeline make sense.
I know i’m already halfway through this, but to me it makes sense for their to be quite a few time jumps in the story bc its a musical. they cannot show every day. there are a lot of other shows (particularly shows set in high schools) that are set over a whole school year, but if you just look at the events of the story that doesn’t make sense, so you have to imply that obviously they are not showing every little detail. moving on.
March 25: Wedding Bells, In The Hallway, Touch My Soul; peter wakes up from his nightmare in the church, so im assuming he fell asleep in church (like he almost did during epiphany). also it makes sense that class ranks are announced in late march-early april, I know my school announced ours in like, the first week or so of april? so yeah. moving on.
(from this point on i was giving myself a headache trying to make it make sense so its all weird from here!!)
April 4: See Me, Warning; the date doesn’t really matter here, I picked a random day in early april. the script said peter is calling from him and jason’s old dorm room, as he was picking up the last of his things, so he clearly made the roommate switch after school started (makes sense to me).
April 15-20 (approximately): Ivy finds out she’s pregnant. look google tells me on average people find out they are pregnant around 5-7 weeks after conception. i went with around 7 just so this timeline makes a tiny bit more sense given the later stuff, so yeah here we go.
May 4: Pilgrim’s Hands, God Don’t Make No Trash, All Grown Up, Promise, Once Upon A Time, Cross; a rough night for our heroes. so given sister chantelle saying “again? wonderful.” and nadia saying “i can’t believe you missed rehearsal again”, clearly ivy has been missing quite a few rehearsals, so for dramas sake maybe from when she found out she was pregnant? also i know i’ve been saying they wouldn’t have rehearsals on weekends, and given my weird timeline this would be a saturday, but its tech week so i’ll allow it.
May 5: Two Households, Bare, Queen Mab, A Glooming Peace; pretty self explanatory, and it makes sense to have the spring play in early may. rip jason.
May 11: Absolution; the day before graduation peter goes to confront the priest. gives him a small amount of time to start processing, and it makes sense it would be the night before, at least to me.
May 12: No Voice; i fucking hate this. “peter, we graduate next sunday” i hate that stupid fucking line. do you know that this timeline literally would be fine if it weren’t for that stupid fucking line? bc then, the school play would be in early may and graduation could be in late may-early june (when most high schools hold graduation) but no. keeping with continuity, they have to graduate the sunday following the school play. “peter we graduate in a month, are you really never gonna talk to me again?” would have been fine. but no, now we have beef. literally everything else about the end of this timeline being kinda weird would work itself out, except for the fucking graduation. god damn. anyway, may 12th, the graduate on may 12th which is really fucking weird bc of that one fucking line. whatever. i didn’t write the damn thing bc if i did i wouldn’t have written that fucking line. (i’ve been at this for over an hour and a half, so i’m a tad annoyed, can you tell?)
anyway, that’s it. that’s my long as hell proposed bare timeline. if there’s anything glaringly wrong with it i don’t care bc this timeline literally cannot make sense. but honestly, now that i think about the Popular Tween High Schooler Musicals (heathers, bmc, deh) the timelines of those (especially heathers and bmc) don’t make tons of sense either. that’s just the way it is, that’s the way its gonna be. and we have to live with it.
this post is so long it is actually slowing down my laptop as i type it
#bare a pop opera#bapo#me speaks#i stg there is no real way to make this timeline make sense#a whole lotta this is#it makes sense bro trust me bro#also apologies if this is hard to read i am not very good at phrasing things over text#or at all
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✨Event Announcement !!✨
Hi everyone <33
SO i told yall i was planning something new for my blog and i actually got this idea not too long ago. I’ve got a new bi-weekly event in the works: let me explain !
✨Musical Monday✨
The concept behind this is fairly simple, i’ll explain below the cut !
Every other Wednesday, I’ll post a little something to remind you that Musical Monday is in the works for the following week. You can then send in either
-an album you enjoy by any artist
-or a spotify playlist (that you created or that someone else created (with credits pls!))
and
-a book/show/movie who’s characters you want me to pair the songs with
my job is to then assign the characters from these shows/movies/books to the songs in said playlist/album.
!! (you can specify who you definitely want to see in the list if you’d like but it’s not necessary) !!
Every other Monday (meaning every fortnight), I’ll be posting the characters with the songs as well as a piece of writing underneath explaining why I thought they matched the song.
The whole point of this is to discover new music, hopefully give you my own recommendations as well, and also just to have fun and spread some love for these characters. I also genuinely adore analysing characters and digging deeper into their story arcs so this’ll be the perfect opportunity for me to share my thoughts with you and hear your own!
✨What shows/movies/books can I request?✨
you can request just about anything however I obviously haven’t watched every show or movie on the planet and I have definitely not read that many books so here are a few ideas to get you all started if you’re at all interested:
anything MCU, Teen Wolf, Sex Education, Gossip Girl, Friends, How I Met Your Mother, Glee, Sherlock, any Choices book, the Haunting of Bly Manor, the Haunting of Hill House, the Office, Bridgerton, Harry Potter, the Hunger Games, the Maze Runner, Shameless, the Goonies, Outer Banks, the Society, Derry Girls, American Horror Story (1-7), Grey’s Anatomy, the 100, Star Wars, Fleabag, Little Women, Disney movies, Barbie movies, Narnia, and many many more
if there’s anything else in mind that’s not on this list, that’s 100% ok, you can definitely still send it in. if i haven’t seen/read it and don’t plan on doing so, i’ll just say so (respectfully ofc), or i’ll add it to the list of stuff i have to watch!
✨What type of music can I request?✨
I’m a big fan of indie rock, alt-rock, hard rock, pop, soul, 70s music, honestly you can send in just about anything, I’m always down to listen to new stuff and I’ll mostly be focusing on the lyrics anyway!
✨Can I request a show/movie/book if it’s been requested before already?✨
honestly there’s hundreds of combinations you could send in. Someone could send in a request for Derry Girls x a specific Harry Styles album, and two months later someone else could request Derry Girls x a David Bowie album, or request How I Met Your Mother x another Harry Styles album. There’s little to no chance you’ll request exactly the same thing as someone else so please don’t hesitate to send in your asks!
✨Themes?✨
it wouldn’t truly be a mischiefandi event if themes weren’t involved of course! when it comes to seasons, holidays and international days like Valentine’s, Christmas, Halloween, New Year’s Eve, Summer, Spring, Winter, Autumn, or other random prompts, I’ll tell you on the Wednesdays before Musical Monday, notifying you that it’s a special edition (along with additional guidelines if there are any).
✨Dos and Don’ts✨
do make sure to send in A) a playlist or album + B) a show, or movie, or book (remember: A+B!). I expect I’ll get quite a few requests over the next few months and I won’t have time to go and ask you for more info privately, so please send in both or I’ll have to delete your request.
do be patient with me! if you sent in a request a few months ago, chances are I’m still working on it or you’re on the list and I’m getting to you :)
do send in multiple requests if you want to! i genuinely will be super happy to add them to the list!
don’t harass me with the exact same requests over and over again please haha. Like I said, chances are you’re already on the list and it’s really easy to see when a specific anon keeps sending the same asks so pls don’t.
don’t be rude to other people if they don’t necessarily agree with your point of view about a specific character description. this is all meant to be fun and light-hearted. debating and discussing these characters is 100% encouraged as long as it’s constructive, polite, and civilised. any unnecessary rudeness or hate will be deleted immediately.
don’t make fun of people for the characters or books/movies/shows they like. if on one specific Musical Monday you see the post is about a show you’re not a big fan of, just scroll. let people enjoy things!
don’t hesitate to ask me any questions that you might have about Musical Monday. anon is always on for my shy peeps out there and i’m more than happy to give you more clarification if needed!
✨How do I get notified when Musical Monday happens?✨
i’ve updated my taglist google form so please click here and fill in the Musical Monday taglist box if you would like to be tagged every other Wednesday as a reminder for the next Musical Monday, and every Musical Monday of course.
You don’t have to be on my writing taglists to participate in this and you definitely don’t have to be on the Musical Monday taglist in order to send in a request. Anyone can join at any time, the taglist is only for the people that want to make sure they don’t miss a Musical Monday.
Again, if you have any questions about this game, my inbox is open <3
I am super excited about this project and I’ve been mulling it over for a little while now. Hopefully this is something that you guys will enjoy and want to participate it. I know a lot of you enjoyed the musical blurbs i did in November (still have a ton to do btw), so I thought that this could be fun also! My hope for this game is that it’ll create dialogue about these characters that we love so much and I’m so excited to hear your guys’ thoughts and recommendations!!
Love you all and hope you’re all having a lovely February
✨When will the first Musical Monday go down?✨
this Monday! exceptionally it’s on short notice, but for future reference, you’ll have a whole week to send in your requests no so worries! Please send in any requests you have for this Monday though!!
the theme for this Monday (15/02/21) is Valentine’s Day of course so my descriptions will be love-related but if you have any requests for stuff that has nothing to do with love, that’s more than fine, I’ll be adding them to the list for the upcoming Musical Mondays!
✨Tagging everyone in my taglists just this once + some mutuals to spread the word✨
@stiles-o-dylan24 @duskholland @mersuperwholocked-lowlife @r0s3mm @redstringlovers @captainbuckyyy12 @soincredible @behind-my-hazeleyes27 @cheesecakes-randomshitz @traveleraroundsworld @alwaysforever73 @thelittlestkitsune@glaimtruelovealways @texaskitten30 @abitofeverythinggg @alwaysforever73 @hcomet28 @thegirlwhoimagined @cherriesanwine @decaffeinated--fangirl @shutupstyless @x-give-em-hell-kid-x @teen--marvel @soincredible @behind-my-hazeleyes27 @bibliophilewednesday @jazminebrightxx @cheesecakes-randomshitz @traveleraroundsworld @perrytheplatypus11 @stixnstripesworld @masterofbluff @drakewalker04 @superapplepie @apatheticanvas67482 @theamazingtomholland @earthlyholland @siriusly-harry @solstilla @mrscutiefandobhaz @mrs-mitch-rapp93 @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @isaiahjesus -> it’d mean the world to me if you could signal boost this to spread the word, but if you’d rather not interact, that’s totally okay! don’t worry! you won’t be tagged anymore unless you’ve added yourself to the Musical Monday taglist here.
thank you and see you on Monday 15/02/21 at 8 pm CET (= UTC+1) / 7 pm GMT (= UTC) / 2 pm EST (= UTC-5) / 11 am PST (= UTC-8)
#v rambles#ask game#musical monday#harry potter#the marauders#teen wolf#dylan o'brien#tom holland#peter parker#mcu#marvel#the maze runner#long post
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I just want to rant right now.
cw: drug addiction, suicide
I just want to get all this stuff off my chest. I haven’t been seeing a therapist this semester so it’s been hard not holding things in. When I talk to my boyfriend, he makes me feel like he is just telling me my problems aren’t a big deal so I should stop thinking about it. Or he tells me advice which I find annoying because he doesn’t understand my experience and yet he will try tell me how he thinks I should fix it.
So I live with my parents and my dad is “retired” (another way to say he chooses not to work or help). Anyways. So my mom lost her job due to this pandemic and now we have to move out in June because we can’t afford rent here without my mom’s income. I only worked part time because I go to school full time so I can’t even cover rent either. I just cover my own expenses as much as I can.
All month long I have been trying to find a one bedroom apartment in my new college town but I can’t find anything I can afford. So now I am looking at buying vans, but the town I will be living in is not forgiving of homelessness. I have read about how strict they are with people sleeping in their vehicles over night and how so many people get the cops called on them. When I transfer, I gotta be there for 3 years because I am engineering and it takes longer to get your BS since you have a lot of labs. I am so scared of not feeling safe living there. There is a parking lot available now for homeless people to park in due to repercussions of the pandemic but I don't know how long that will last. I need to know where I can park for the next 3 years. I don’t want to be harassed by policed and fined money I can’t pay. I think it’s so horrible that the town criminalizes homelessness to the extent that they do.
Yesterday I was driving north to check out a van (mind you I have finals this week and it was a 6 hour drive one way). I told this couple that I was desperate for a vehicle to live in because I needed it for college and that I would be able to pay in full and I wanted to see it as soon as possible. I told them I could go Monday because it’s a holiday. They asked about Tuesday but i told them i couldn't due to finals week. 5 hours into the drive they told me they sold it and it didn’t pass smog. fuck you guys. I drove 10 fucking hours during finals week so you could sell it to someone else. And you knew what my situation was. FUCK YOU.
Not only will I be homeless by July 1st but so will my mom. She already bought a vehicle to live in but let me tell you why this concerns me. She is an alcoholic who doesn’t stop until she blacks out. And she will drive even when she is drunk. The combination of my mom’s home being the vehicle that she will likely drive drunk in is a deadly one, to her and others. I am very worried that something is going to happen to her while I am in college.
My dad will be moving to another town where his family is. But since this town is very cheap, he will be able to live on his own. Sounds good right? Well it’s actually not because he has very poor health. This year alone he has had multiple strokes that my mom always catches and takes him to the ER. If not for her, he would never go to the hospital and he would just die. My mom thinks his family will check on him but i disagree. He doesn’t really get along with his family so I doubt they will want to see each other all the time. What a week goes by and he is having a stroke and no one visits? So I am also worried about my father dying while I am in college.
Guess what else. My dog is old but I cannot obviously force him to live with me in my car. That’s too small and I will be busy with college. I will not be able to provide him proper care. So I have to let him live with another person in the mean time but since he is old, I am also scared he will die while I am in college.
So I am worried my mom, dad, and dog will die while I am in college. I don’t want to be separated from them because I want to be able to keep an eye on all of them to make sure they are okay but I can’t do that. And I am also worried about being homeless and harassed by policemen.
Also, today I found a broken crack pipe on the floor of my bathroom which fell out of my dad’s laundry load. Thanks dad.
Also, this whole time in quarantine I have had to deal with my parents misbehavior. My mom and dad are bother terrible personality wise. Everyday I am woken up by my mom because she is always yelling at my dad. Saying derogatory things like “faggot”, “pig” etc. Btw I am bi and totally not out to my mom because why the fuck would I risk finding out how she would treat me. She already bullies me for having liberal beliefs, being feminist and vegan. She is very religious and conservative. And stubborn and rude and mean. But I still don’t want her to die alone in a car because of alcoholism. And even though my dad is an angry selfish person, I don’t want him dying of a stroke in the house or overdosing all alone. I also don’t want my dog to die without his mommy (me) able to help him. It fucking sucks worrying about this shit. I hate it so much.
I don’t want to hear that fucking bullshit “it gets better” “everything happens for a reason”. There’s no fucking higher power. Shit just gets worse. For no reason. The only higher powers are the rich and the shit that happens for a reason is because they control the privilege and they give it all to themselves.
So yeah you could say my suicidal ideation has definitely gotten worse. 5 years of hard work to attend the college of my dreams just so it could turn into this? yeah fuckin right. If this is what I get for doing my best than whats the fucking point.
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Graph Design Is My Passion
Hello critters! As some of you may know, I love graphs. Statistics, lists of data, all that good stuff. I also love fanfiction and critical role. So obviously the best thing to do here is to combine all of those things.
And so I combed through the top tagged relationships for Critical Role Campaign 2 on AO3 (that is, if they show up in the dropdown box if you filter relationships. And also Clayleb because I felt like it). I started at the beginning of Campaign 2 and took note of how many fics for each ship were posted each week starting from the airing of Episode 1 (in the case of multichapter fics, the date of the first chapter being published was counted) and made a very nice long spreadsheet.
Get ready for some Sick Stats below. It is LONG but there are graphs to look at if you don’t want the words, and if you don’t like graphs I’ll cover all the important bits with my words.
There’ll be some general stats in this post, and then here are links to posts for individual analysis of the ships.
Widomauk
Beauyasha
Widofjord
Fjorester
Beaujester
Widojest
Clayleb
Yeth (I don’t know what the ship name is so I made one myself you’re welcome)
So here we have:
Graph A: Total Number of Fics Added To AO3 Per Week (as of 1st July 2019)
Obviously straight away there are things to note.
Widomauk is by far and away the most popular cr2 ship overall at this point in time, with a current total of 1110 fics at time of writing, which is just slightly more than double of the next highest Beauyasha, which has 549.
The rest of the ships fall in line as follows:
Widomauk (pink): 1110 total, average 14.23 fics per week (fpw)
Beauyasha (yellow): 549 total, average 6.91 fpw
Widofjord (red): 496 total, average 6.36 fpw
Fjorester (green): 327 total, average 4.19 fpw
Beaujester (light blue): 241 total, average 3.09 fpw
Widojest (orange): 232 total, average 2.85 fpw
Clayleb (dark blue): 160 total, average 3.27 fpw (Note: for Clayleb, I calculated its average starting from the week Caduceus was first introduced (Week 29) while the others start at Week 1)
Yeth (brown): 134 total, average 2.27 fpw (Note: For Yeth I started from the first Week after Yeza was alluded to, Week 19.)
Total: 3233, average 41.45fpw
It should be noted that there is LOTS of overlap, what with drabble collections, fics with multiple pairings and so on. It also doesn’t take into account whether ships are background or not. I went purely by whether the ship was tagged.
This graph gives a good indication of how ships have increased or plateaued in popularity over time. But before I get into individual ships, there are some Fun Facts I'd like to point out.
Best Start (First Week)
Beauyasha: at 16 fics in the first week alone, Beauyasha had the strongest start. For comparison, Widomauk had 2, Widofjord had 3, Fjorester, Beaujester and Widojest all had 1.
'Hold me throughout the show' anyone???
Best Start (First 5 Weeks)
Widofjord: Although Beauyasha had the best initial start, Widofjord soon kicked into high gear. By the end of the first five weeks, Widofjord had a total of 58 fics.
Beauyasha was second with 33, Fjorester third with 16, Widomauk with 7, and Beaujester and Widojest with 6.
Most Fics In One Week
Widomauk: Widomauk took some time to get started, but once it did (Week 7 is around about where it picked up some steam, and it only snowballed from there) it wracked up some crazy numbers, including the record for most fics in one week.
They achieved this with a total of 52 fics in Week 27, that is, the week after the airing of Episode 26 (weeks and episodes may not match due to holidays and hiatuses). We all remember what happened in Episode 26.
Second place with a very close 51 is Widofjord, in Week 75 (episode 68), which coincided with Widofjord Week.
Highest Per Week For Other Ships:
Beauyasha: 22 (Week 27, Episode 26)
Fjorester: 19 (Week 64, No Episode, break between episode 56 and 57)
Beaujester: 15 (Week 65, Episode 57)
Widojest: 13 (Week 49, Episode 45)
Clayleb: 10 (Ocurred Thrice, in Week 53/Episode 47, Week 56/Episode 50 and Week 67/Episode 59)
Yeth: 16 (Week 56, Episode 50)
Fewest Number Of Fics In One Week: (this ones mostly a joke)
Widojest: Somehow in Week 76/Episode 68, Widojest managed to lose a fic. Whether it was deleted or the tags were changed, they went from 232 at the end of the previous week to 231. Congratulations.
Most Number Of Fics In One Week Overall:
TIE: Week 27/Episode 26 and Week 57/Break Between Episodes 50-51: Of course. In the aftermath of Episode 26, Widomauk contributed 52 Fics in One Week, up from 30 in the previous week. Beauyasha also saw a spike from 12 to 22, while other ships stayed steady. But altogether there was a total 85 fics tagged with these ships, the highest for all recorded weeks.
Week 57, which had no episode, and was the break between Episode 50 and 51, also had a total of 85 fics. All ships saw a spike from the previous week in this one except for Widomauk and Clayleb, but Widofjord contributed the most with 24 fics added that week. Episode 50 was the Spurt episode, so make of that what you will. Yeth is what brought this week up to tie with Week 27.
Fewest Number Of Fics In One Week Overall:
TIE: Week 2/Episode 2 and Week 33/Episode 32: With just 15 fics added tagged with any of these ships in both of these weeks, these are the lowest overall. Episode 2 isn’t very surprising, since it’s after the initial excitement of a new campaign, but still very early (Widofjord had 10 of those 15 fics btw).
Episode 32 is a bit more interesting, but not particularly. Episode 32 was a travelling episode, with no big conversations or dramatic revelations to stir things up. Beauyasha had the highest amount of fics with 7 despite Yasha being absent, and Widomauk had the next highest with 5 (though Gustav was visited that episode and his debt paid, so perhaps the critters were just thinking about the circus that week).
Conclusion:
Now obviously this is by no means extensive or ironclad. However, I do find it to be an interesting look at how ships have changed for Campaign 2 over time. As time goes on, more ships are bringing themselves to the forefront, and I’m interested to see what happens in the future.
I have a very big excel spreadsheet with all the data I used for this experiment, which I update every week (at the end of every episode). If anyone has anything else they’d like me to do or find out, I’d probably be happy to do it.
Especially if I get to make more graphs.
#critical role#critical role ao3 stats#widomauk#beauyasha#widofjord#fjorester#beaujester#widojest#clayleb
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Update
Hey guys! It’s been a while since I really posted anything on here regularly, & I felt like I should explain my situation & what I’ve been up to the past few months.
I’ll put it under a cut, cuz it might get long.
For starters, I’ve been trying to get a job all year. Actually, I’ve been trying to get a very specific job, which is at my local post office, & I have been in the hiring process ALL. YEAR. I applied in January/February after having worked at the post office for the holiday season. I liked the job & the people there liked me & said I should apply for a full time position, so I did. But the hiring process takes FOREVER, cuz you gotta take a test & go to an interview thing & get a background check & get your fingerprints taken & your driving record checked & ALL that good stuff, & in between each of these steps is a LOT of WAITING. So you could go to the interview, get accepted, then not hear anything for WEEKS before the next step in the process. Then after that step it’s ANOTHER few weeks before you hear anything, & so on & so on. (This is what happens when you apply to a government job.) So I’ve FINALLY gotten all my paperwork & processing done, but I still need to go through orientation & training, which starts next week. I’m REALLY hoping everything goes smoothly cuz this has been such an ordeal, & I almost gave up on getting the job multiple times.
Another thing I’ve been preparing for this year is Wasteland Weekend, which if you’ve never heard of it, is a post-apocalyptic themed camping trip/party in the California desert. I’m going with my good friends @bluedenimdress & @nuclearmu5hroom, who I went with on my Boston trip in 2017. It’s FINALLY coming up at the end of this month, but for a while, I was really unsure if it was gonna work out, due to the whole post office job thing mentioned above. I wasn’t sure if the time tables were gonna overlap, but luckily, I was able to work it out with the post office, & the trip is still on! Now I’m just frantically trying to make sure we have what we need for the trip, since it’s gonna be 5 days in the middle of the hot desert with limited outside resources.
Some other stuff worth mentioning is we’ve been having a lot of renovations at the house, including AC installation, new water heater, & new shingles. (And while the roofers were ripping out the old shingles, one of them fell through the ceiling in my room. No joke. So that was another repair added to the list.) So there was a long period where I just had to stay home to keep an eye on the workers or answer any questions they might have while my friend/housemate was at work. & they were always there early in the morning making a lot of noise, so I missed out on some sleep.
I also haven’t really had much inspiration or motivation to draw lately. I’m always good about doing commissions, cuz I’m given a clear prompt, but as far as drawing for fun or for myself goes, I just...haven’t felt it. :( It’s probably just cuz I’ve had a lot on my mind with this job & the home repairs & Wasteland Weekend, but the creative part of my brain feels...dormant. I just need something to wake it up again.
Anyway, that’s pretty much what’s been going on with me the past few months. Sorry I’ve been so quiet & inactive. I feel so distanced from everyone I used to talk to on here, & it’s entirely my own fault. :( But once this month is over & I go on my trip & start my new job, then maybe I can finally just...chill, lol.
Btw, inktober is coming up & I have no idea what theme I should go with this year, so if you guys have any ideas or suggestions, throw them in my ask box. Also I’m still accepting commissions, so feel free to email me at [email protected].
Thanks for taking the time to read this, if you did! :)
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