#I like drama but I can’t have it be the primary thing

[skelekins]

Keep seeing posts of “mwagahahaha making ur ocs lives terrible yahs” which yeah I get that

But idk I’m at the stage of

“Naur I just want them to be happy :( or have generally ‘regular’ lives.”

Of course bad things can happen to them but I just ;3; i just want my blorbos to be happy

#happy and loved little guys #I used to like having characters with terrible backstories and stuff #and I don’t frown on that or anything #but I just feel so disconnected when tumblr is like ‘we think you’ll like this!’ #naur I don’t relate 🥹 happiness for them #skelekins speaks #I like drama but I can’t have it be the primary thing #smooches and love and softness 🥰 #and joyful violence skdjrnajdib #edit: #delete later #i dont feel like im explaining myself right sorry #i dont want to offend anyone or make anyone feel bad #i just feel a little :( when i see those posts

[lurkingshan]

Wedding Impossible

I recently caught wind of a mainstream kdrama with a significant queer character and @he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle pinged me today to say it's legit, so of course I had to check it out.

If you're curious, here's the set up:

Lee Ji Han (male lead) is the youngest grandson of a chaebol family. He wants to inherit the company but knows he can’t because of his position in the family, so he is pinning his hopes on his older brother who has no interest in the business to inherit so he can run things behind the scenes.

Lee Do Han, his brother, is a closeted gay man. He has been living in NYC for the last five years to escape scrutiny but is now being forced back to South Korean because his grandfather is trying to make him marry an heiress and take over the family business.

Nah Ah Jeong (female lead) is Do Han's best friend of 15 years and the only person in his life who knows he’s gay--she bearded for him in high school. She’s an actress but not a successful one, and she is always hustling for work including taking some very non-traditional acting jobs. She and Do Han are close and she knows his biggest secret, but she didn’t know he was a chaebol.

Do Han, under pressure from his both his grandfather and his brother, asks Ah Jeong to enter a lavendar marriage with him for three years to get them off his back and set him up to get out of the inheritance entirely. He frames it as an acting job and offers generous compensation, as well as appealing to her as a friend.

Yoon Chae Won, the heiress everyone is trying to force Do Han to marry, seems like a nice gal who honestly didn’t ask for any of this nonsense but is dealing with her own family pressures.

There is also a cabal of scheming half siblings (they have a different father from Ji Han and Do Han, it's a whole family scandal) who are fighting for control of the company, so will be working at cross purposes with Ji Han.

The primary focus of this drama is the enemies to lovers romance between Ji Han and Ah Jeong, as Ji Han does not know his brother is gay or that this romance is fake, and is trying to prevent the marriage by antagonizing Ah Jeong. He seems to love his brother but also doesn’t see what the big deal is about an arranged marriage if it means they get control of the company, probably because he himself has never cared about anything but earning his place. To be frank, I don't like his character and am not invested in this romance, and if that was all the show was doing, I probably would not stick around.

But Do Han is very important to the narrative, and the whole plot is built around his sexuality and his fear of coming out, so he has a very important role to play and will go on the extremely short list of gay characters with significant roles in mainstream kdrama. I don't expect him to get a romance, but I do expect that his story with his family and his pursuit of the life he wants will stay the B plot, and the tone of this drama lends itself to him getting a happy resolution. And I do genuinely like his friendship with Ah Jeong; she is a delight and their loyalty to each other is a really nice aspect of this drama. So I will be sticking around for them, and I do recommend folks who are interested check this drama out to support the production and make it clear there's an audience for queer stories in kdrama.

#wedding impossible #kdrama #shan shouts into the void

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

Bridgerton!AU Gojo Satoru x f!reader

“I see Lord Kusakabe fancies himself lavender tea,” you giggle, “so masculine.”

“oh really? I was going to say he fancies the modiste’s assistant, but that works too.”

you almost choke on your tea as Satoru leans close to you. you give him a deer in the headlights look, as if the two of you did not just indulge in primary school-like drama. harmless and full of innocence.

“Satoru!” you scold, voice half shouting in a whisper, “you can’t just say that about your friend!”

“I’m glad you’ve decided to call me by my name, peonie.” there’s something in your blush that fills his lungs with pride. ever since he’s begun to court you, and now partake in these intimacies, him calling you peonie (“you remind me of those flowers,” he tells you one day, “they represent love, honor, happiness, romance and beauty amongst other things.”) and you calling him satoru, the world now feels small in comparison to the world you make with him.

“wanna see how I know he likes her?” he grins, nudging at you, “I’ll have the modiste come over in a minute once we’re back inside, and I’ll buy you whatever dress you want, pretty. won’t you be a petal and let me?”

and who were you to say no?

#someone take this phone away from me #gojo #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Lol.

Yeah… the more news that comes out just confirms more of what I thought. This unnamed character who moves from HYBE to ADOR, and mere weeks later, HYBE gets a ‘tip-off’ and all the incriminating documents are in his work diaries where he narrates things MHJ has supposedly said, including that she believes that Bang establishing BTS or groups with the same cache as BTS, was him copying her…. Everything that’s found in his documents is almost clinically incendiary lmao. Like, weapons-grade rage bait. Partly because of how bizarre it is. And the sinker - they tie it to Min Heejin supposedly wanting more money. MHJ has meanwhile released another, stronger statement refuting the allegations about trying to stage a management takeover, or artists contract leaks etc.

Of course, the discourse about this is going to develop predictably, especially after the mention of BTS and other groups MHJ supposedly says copied her.

This has all the makings of one thing and only one thing, to me. It doesn’t change my opinion about Bang PD but it does make me revise my view on Min Heejin, she’s a bit more naive than I assumed her to be. I feel a bit sorry for her, because she’s been got. Again. It’s similar to the ig situation that also started with ‘a gift’ her ‘friend from SM’ gave her to congratulate her on launching ADOR - a gift that ended up being the most damning controversy that almost sunk the group. A controversy where the primary demand was for her to leave NewJeans and HYBE. Now, a ‘right-hand man’ transfers from HQ to her team and it’s his uncorroborated narrations that match what’s in the ‘tip-off’… the demands are the same.

I like MHJ, but I’ve always watched her with caution because in Korea, no woman makes it to the c-suite without making a shit tonne of enemies. Imagine it to be triple the amount a regular working class man makes on his way up the ladder, because that kind of status in Korea is something you’re either born into, or born close to. It’s rare for working class men to work their way up and even more rare for women. In fact, I’d say it’s an aberration.

I see all the flack MHJ gets for being a narcissistic bitch, wanting to constantly assert ownership of her ideas, wanting to be widely associated with her successful projects, etc. I see people irritated by her arrogance, but full disclosure, I like her for it. For several reasons, but one reason is that in her environment, the default is to let your male superiors take credit for your work. It happens in corporate environments all over the world, but in Korea it’s a mentality entrenched in the DNA. Pushing against that earns you enemies every time you speak, by default. But I suspect that’s how she worked her way up from being a graphic designer to having a seat on the board of directors at SM Entertainment before leaving when they wouldn’t give her more autonomy. So, in my eyes, she’s got spunk. But also, now I see she’s clumsy.

Oftentimes with corporate drama, there’s no point using moral language because it’s just business. You either pitched the best deal or you didn’t. You either fucked up or you didn’t. It’s cold numbers and rationality - business. But… there are some cases where it’s not really about the business, cases where it’s personal.

I don’t have meaningful insider information, I’m reading the press releases and ‘leaks’ along with everyone else, so I can’t be certain and that’s why I’m talking in this long-winded ramble without coming right out to say exactly what I think. What I’ll say though is that this is less about NewJeans and more about Min Heejin. And she’s the first person who should’ve understood that and taken necessary precautions.

Clearly, it doesn’t look like she has, and in that sense she has no one but herself to blame. She’s being stupid, in fact I’d say delusional in some ways, but I guess some things can’t be helped. NewJeans isn’t exactly fucked, but it’s clear that yet again, they are collateral damage. And it’s a shame.

#ador #min heejin #bang pd #NewJeans #Hybe #kpop

[miwa-soumen]

Koisenu Futari Production Journal ⑩ (translation pt. 1)

part 1 of 3 | part 2 | original article here

this is kind of long (and it's only part one!) so I'm putting it under the cut. if you catch any errors, let me know!

Hello, I am Sayaka Takahashi, the costume director of Koisenu Futari.

In a drama, the costuming of a character plays the fundamental role of adding realism to a characterization. In addition to that, however, I think costuming expresses a “background” that can’t be conveyed by the dialogue or storyline alone, and gives viewers the chance to dig deeper into the characters.

I especially tried to keep this in mind while styling the characters for this show.

Like many, I first heard of the existence of aromantic and asexual people while working on this show. Although there were many new surprises in this regard, reading through the script and understanding the characters better helped me to understand that they were all very fascinating. I soon began working on expanding upon the impressions I got through the costumes.

Approachable and somewhat delicate, despite their strong sense of individuality—in order to convey this impression, I used a variety of colors in the composition of each character’s outfits. The costumes needed to be heavily emphasized in order to come across as colorful in a show with lots of location shooting, but I tried to add color freely without getting boxed in by that.

I will specifically explain the costuming processes of Sakuko, Takahashi, and Kazu.

⚫Sakuko’s Costumes

When styling Sakuko, I tried to ensure that she immediately came off as a bright and likeable character.

At first, I developed a soft, fluffy look using pastels and muted colors, and incorporated recognizable trends such as frills, see-through fabrics, and puffed sleeves in order to create the image of a girl who has fun with both her work and her fashion.

I also expressed her sociable nature using the colors of her jackets and the balance of her backpack. However, after her encounter with Takahashi, she begins to realize that she had been subconsciously changing herself to suit the needs of the people around her.

When Sakuko goes from realization to acceptance, we see her world become more vivid and colorful. This is when her clothes and accessories begin to gradually change. We decided that she had liked rather large earrings even before her realization, and used those alongside her backpack to emphasize her individuality.

While the outfit she wears to visit Takahashi’s home for the first time is a normal commuting outfit, the balance of color used to express her joy and excitement at finally being able to relate to someone, as well as the vigor with which she innocently barges into the house, makes it one of her main looks.

And in episode 3, the coat Sakuko comes across during the shopping scenes in episode 3 becomes a vital part of her awakening to a newfound sense. For this scene, we looked for something very impactful and something that, above all else, suited Sakuko the best. Ms. Kishii looks very good in vivid colors, especially red, so we unanimously decided on this bright red coat during the costume fittings. This coat becomes the start of Sakuko’s discovery of a new part of herself as she begins to try out clothes and accessories she had never chosen to wear previously.

Starting from episode 6, there is a clear change in Sakuko’s appearance, where Takahashi’s grandmother’s influence can be seen. Her style begins to broaden as she begins to embrace vintage clothing and accessories, such as brooches, and begins incorporating more masculine elements. Specifically, we introduced elements that we had been avoiding up through episode 5, such as second-hand clothing, denim, primary colors, black, and large earrings.

I hope we were able to convey the relief and freedom Sakuko feels as she chooses to wear the things that she likes without having to care about what others think of her.

thanks to @dollopheadsandclotpoles and many others for their kind words of encouragement - I hope you enjoy!

part 2 | original article here

#koisenu futari #sakuko #miwa translates #i can't tell if it's my reading comprehension skills deteriorating or if the text was too awkwardly written to begin with #but this was weirdly difficult to translate #especially since it's technically the first time i've translated anything of this scale from japanese to english #it's a fun article though!

[wheelsupin-azarathmetrionzinthos]

Lucy needed a friend in S4

Whenever I think about episode 4x17 and Chris singing Dream A Little Dream of Me in front of Lucy like it was a normal thing to do or a normal mistake to make. I question like the rest of us “why didn’t she break up with him?”  We could assume that it was the show itself minimizing her trauma or keeping Chris around for drama reasons. But ignoring that type of meta analysis, in character I think it all comes back to the fact that in season 4, Lucy doesn’t have the friends and support she had before. Yes I know she had Tim but we’ll get to that.  Losing Jackson lost Lucy a very important person in her life, because yes they were best friends but they were also peers. They went to each other about everything. Like we saw with Vanessa Chen, Jackson was willing to go scorched earth for Lucy against her own mother, even while Lucy would’ve just suffered in silence about her parents’ disapproval. Unlike her friendships with Nyla, Angela or Tim, Jackson was a peer, they went through the academy together, they were in a very similar stage of life. He was her sounding board in a way Nolan wasn’t or Rachel used to be before she moved. Lucy in season 4 also became Tamara’s primary caretaker, she got a little sister to care about and protect. Lucy absolutely wouldn’t want to burden her with any of the emotional uncertainty or trauma she was working through.  As previously demonstrated with Rachel, Lucy works through her issues by talking through them with someone. Her best ability to introspect is talking through her feelings, and having someone point out the lack of logic, or being able to point out her own logic. She can’t do that with Tamara, she’s not burdening this kid. She can’t really do this with Nyla and Angela, because while they are her friends they also outrank her, and are further in their careers and lives. Thorsen is still a rookie and isn’t quite at that level yet.  That leaves Tim, but at this point, I think something would prevent Lucy from really discussing her relationship with Tim. They both can’t really admit to each other that there are problems in their relationships because well...that would require them to address their deal. THe only reason Lucy intervened with Ashley is that Ashley called *her* about Kojo So anyway back to 4x17. Chris sings the song, Lucy spirals, and then she decides to watch the video, she decides not to testify, and then she’s fine? She goes to dinner with Chris? But let’s look at that scene. Even on one of her most vulnerable days, Lucy sees that Tamara is interested in lawyer intern Austin. So she makes it easy on Tamara. She knows if she’s not perfectly okay, Tamara will feel bad and it’ll ruin her evening. Lucy cares so much, even at the detriment of her own feelings. Lucy takes care of Tamara by going to dinner with Chris and convincing herself that yeah this is fine and that being with a man who belittles her career, and doesn’t listen to her, and is moving too fast is okay. It’s okay because the two people who could clock that she’s not okay, are Tim (distracted by trying to not have feelings for Lucy, and also Lucy will always want him to be proud of her which means not being vulnerable about things she’s supposed to be “over”) and Jackson (who is dead). If Jackson had been around, Lucy could’ve let herself fall apart over the SUPER TRAUMATIC DAY, and he would’ve called her on her stubbornness in needing to make Chris work. Jackson was her safeplace, in the way that Angela was Tim’s and Nyla had become Nolan’s. S4 left her unmoored which left with the ability to grow in her relationship with Tim, but it also hindered her when things came up that she couldn’t talk to Tim about, like issues with Chris, or kissing Tim in her apartment. S4 Lucy needed her friend Jackson a whole bunch, and nothing shows that more then 4x17, because Jackson would have protected her from herself.

#lucy chen #jackson west #tim bradford #Chenford #Chris Sanford #the rookie #tldr: if jackson was still alive Chris would not have lasted as long as he had #for many reasons #primarily calling lucy on her own bullshit #affectionately but you know

[mydeerfellow]

Ye Mighty, Lay Down Your Arms

synopsis:

Rosie, as a professional fixer-upper, just wants to fix up Alastor. Inside AND out. Alastor just wants a few stitches, not the Spanish Inquisition. Vox just wants to play N64

AO3 link

It took a special sort of stupidity to cross into the Cannibal Colony with an open wound, where even the youngest child had a nose as good as any dog, and the populace was prone to swarming any potential meal. Yet, Alastor didn’t have much choice, and so he hurried his pace as well as he could without spraying blood everywhere, which would be problematic on a number of levels.

Truthfully, the wound itself was something Alastor probably could have handled on his own with a mirror and steady hands. The problem was his current lack of steady hands, and the fact that he couldn’t look at the damage without hearing his own heart pounding in his ears.

The problem was that Alastor did not want to be alone at the moment, but he also didn’t want to put on airs for the rest of the night in front of a group of ecstatic fools.

He needed to exist without a facade for a few hours to lick his wounds and compose himself, and for that, he needed Rosie.

“Ugh, I smelled you coming from half a mile. What are you doing, walking in the rain? You and the drama, I swear.” The door opened before Alastor had reached it, and he didn’t protest when he was hauled into the darkened emporium by the elbow, then led diligently up to the living quarters above. “In, in, come on. Take off your jacket, I’ll get it cleaned.” He was herded through the familiar-feeling kitchen and straight into the bathroom, catching a glimpse of some fresh hands sitting half-chopped next to a stock pot. “Now, don’t be a baby.” Rosie scolded preemptively.

Alastor tried to ask why, but he was interrupted when she yanked his dress shirt off his skin, peeling the half-dry blood that had been holding things together. He uttered a muffled shout and pulled back, which apparently fit Rosie’s definition of a baby, based on her thunderous expression.

Defeated without a word, Alastor sat on the edge of the old-style tub, balancing a bit precariously on the rim of it. He stared at the ceiling, practically relishing in dropping the act, even for an hour. Of course he continued to smile, but it was flat and unaffected. After a few seconds, he blinked hard and refocused on Rosie. “Hello.” He laughed sheepishly.

“Hello to you, sweetheart!” She replied warmly, raising her brows. “I guess it all worked out in the end, didn’t it?” As always, Rosie didn’t pry, even though she was clearly interested and had a stake in the whole venture. Alastor loved her for it.

Alastor flexed his fingers and uttered a laugh that was more of a heavy tsk. “It did, as far as I can tell. I had hoped it would.” He replied curtly, uncomfortably aware that even his voice was flat and tired. The radio effect was too hard to keep up when his body was trying to stitch itself back together and the primary catalyst of his power was in pieces.

“Alastor, darling, only you would pick a fight with an angel and have the absolute gall to come back alive and still cry about not winning.” Rosie laughed. “Is that all this is? Embarrassment?” She poked playfully, and Alastor felt his ire rising like a viper, catching a light in his eyes even as he caught himself before snapping at Rosie, who stilled immediately. She gave a sympathetic smile. “Not just that, then. Are you gonna tell me, or do I have to guess?”

Both were plausible, because Rosie was better at putting feelings into words than Alastor was. Whenever he tried, he ended up flustered, or trying desperately to dance around talking about the actual issue.

“I can’ttell you.” Alastor said flatly. There was a crack in the ceiling that was going to drive him to madness.

Rosie tutted. “Ugh, of course you can’t. Always with the secrets. And the mystery.”

There was a fork in the road that Alastor hadn’t anticipated. He had the opportunity to blissfully brush Rosie’s questions off as he usually did, allowing her to believe it was simply for the sake of drama. Or this was one of the few opportunities he would ever get to confide… withoutconfiding at all, thus maintaining the damnable deal. “I can’t tell you.” He repeated.

“Yes, you said that.”

“I can’t tell you.”

“I know, sweethe— oh.” He didn’t bother looking at her face, mostly because he didn’t want to see her expression. It was humiliating enough for the knowledge to be shared at all. “Oh, I see.” There was a rustle of fabric and then Rosie was sitting beside him on the edge of the tub. “Well, let’s address what we can fix, shall we? No sense crying over spilled blood.” She tutted, taking in the ugly wound. Most of the bruising on his back and shoulders had faded to sickly yellow skin, but the open wound was still festering, bleeding in spots.

Alastor sensed that Rosie was on the cusp of saying something else before she reconsidered and merely set about pouring hot water into a shallow dish, muttering something about her sewing kit. That was what he liked best about Rosie - she was smart enough to glean what she needed to know from what Alastor was willing to say, and she was, unlike most, content with her answers rarely being answered directly. “You know, you won’t like hearing this, but you really are lucky you didn’t end up in two very cute pieces.” Rosie pointed out, moseying around the overlarge bathroom, which was so unnecessarily decadent it was nearly comical. She started to rummage in a cabinet on the far side of the room. “Lucky for you, I always stock up before Exterminations.” She canted her head with a beaming smile, brandishing several small mason jars.

“I know.” He smiled back, feeling slightly relieved already by the weight off his shoulders, knowing there was at least one person aware of his predicament. “I’m surprised your contact is still alive.” Alastor admitted with some interest, taking the first jar from her and sniffing it. The paste inside was pungent, but distinctly fresh-smelling, and when he scooped some out, it was a pleasant forest green color. It stung the shit out of his chest when he applied it, but Alastor knew better than to doubt anything Rosie advised.

“Oh, no! The first one’s been dead for years, darling. Ugh, bless him. Frederick. Sweet boy, very tender.” Rosie corrected with a hoot of laughter. “If you paid any attention to politics outside the Pentagram, you’d know that plenty of hellborn demons are happy to help!” She held out the second jar, which smelled like the ocean… or as close to it as Alastor could remember. “They’re always flicking back and forth to Earth anyway, so it’s not hard for them to pick up some ingredients! Especially hellhounds - their noses are perfect for this kind of thing.” She noticed the way Alastor’s lips curled at the mention of hellhounds and absently slapped the back of his hand. “Oh stop. Keep your biases to yourself.”

Alastor rolled his eyes but didn’t reply, because Rosie was correct and it was a personal bias that kept him from wanting anything to do with hellhounds. Alastor didn’t like the way they looked, or the way they smelled, or the way they sometimes made doggish sounds when he least expected it. “Are you not going to pry even a little?” He asked instead, sounding amused.

“Would that make you feel better?”

“Not particularly.”

“Would you be able to answer anythingI asked.”

“Probably not.”

“Well, then that answers your question!” Rosie chirped, clapping her hands down on her lap as she sat next to him again. “I do wonder what in hell would possess you to do something so stupid, but…” She patted his shoulder fondly, and Alastor had no desire to rip out her throat for touching his bare skin. In fact, he amiably leaned into her side. “Well, stupid is as stupid does, as I always say! You’ve always got your reasons, even if they’re shit.” Rosie chuckled, then gently squeezed him against her side in a loose hug. “I suppose the only real question that matters is if you’re okay.”

Alastor was abruptly brought back to his first meeting with Rosie, when he’d been in Hell less than a week and practically crawling between hunger and pain, having stumbled from one bad situation to the next for days on end. Frankly, Alastor attributed much of his current success to Rosie’s kindness in those first months when he had nothing to offer her and she still chose to house him and feed him.

Rosie was good. Rosie had his trust.

“No.” He admitted softly, after enough time had passed that Rosie looked surprised. “No.” Alastor shook his head, feeling his heart speeding up and starting to skip a beat or two along the way. “I don’t want to die.” He elaborated in a high, panicky tone, dragging a hand through his hair as his ears flattened against his scalp. The room felt small and airless. Wasn’t there a window in here? Why was it so hot? “I don’t want to die. I don’t want to be at a disadvantage every single time.” Alastor added, speaking faster as his panic finally caught up with him, feeling like he had a knot tied around his throat, cutting off his breath. “I’m weak like this! I’m— they— I don’t need—” His voice crackled with interference and his eyes took turns ticking.

Rosie, who knew what to do in every situation, patted his hand calmly and was content to sit and wait as seconds crackled by. Eventually, when she seemed sure he wouldn’t sprint out of the room like a hunted animal, Rosie spoke up. “Well… I think that’s the risk you took, sweetheart, doing what you did. Aw, now don’t look at me like that.” She tutted when he wheeled on her with unprocessed anger brewing in his face. “I’m not saying what you’re feeling is wrong! It’s not! You think you’re the only one who’s probably scared to death with all this going on? Hah. Honey, please.”

“I’m weak.” He repeated hoarsely.

“To who? Some two thousand year old angel? Honey, we’re all weak next to that!” Rosie chided gently. “Or do you mean your deal?”

He couldn’t confirm it even if he wanted to, but his sullen look seemed to speak volumes.

“Hmm. Well, I guess that’s a little trickier…” Rosie sighed, standing up and pulling a small stool over from the corner so she could sit in front of Alastor. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know.” He said tightly, lifting his chin so she could start sewing his skin together without his nose in the way. He sighed at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I can’t find a backdoor.”

“Mm, well, you know what they say: Every deal’s got a backdoor.” Rosie reminded him as she set to work. “I’m sure yours is no different. You just need to find it.”

Alastor winced at the first poke of the needle. “And what if there is no backdoor?” He wondered bleakly.

“Then you’re stuck, and you might as well learn to live with it.” Rosie laughed. “Not what you wanna hear, I know, but you could be doing worse for yourself, Alastor. Look where you are. Who you’re there with!” The needle dipped a little deeper than before and he hissed softly. Rosie didn’t seem to care as she chattered on. “That Charlie’s a little peach! A bit naive, maybe, but she’s got a good head on her shoulders. Stick with her, and I think it’ll work out.”

Alastor sighed, because Rosie was right (as usual), but that didn’t make her advice any less grating on his nerves. “Well, at least that won’t be a struggle” He muttered bitterly, then dragged a hand through his hair again, anxiously mussing his ears. “Maybe.” Alastor added as a brooding afterthought, knowing better than to try predicting the mind of any demon besides himself. The one holding his leash could change their mind on a whim, and he wouldn’t have any say in the matter.

Rosie hummed thoughtfully as she knotted the last stitch and nipped off the thread. “I see.” She suddenly had a third jar of something-or-other in her hand and dabbed it on the stitching. It smelled spicy. Foreign. It made Alastor think of some far-flung desert. “It’s interesting that you would say it like that.” Rosie laughed softly, taking his hand in hers before Alastor could think to pull away. “It’s so odd to see you worried. You really are fond of that little hotel, aren’t you?”

He immediately bristled, taking offense at the suggestion that he was blinded by misplaced affection for a plan that was, at best, wildly unrealistic. Alastor tried to yank his hand away, but Rosie had a grip of iron when she wanted, and he had a better chance of cutting his hand off than getting it back from her. “Oh stop, sweetheart. You’re so dramatic!” Rosie sighed irritably. “I wasn’t insulting you, so you can put your incorrigible male pride away for the time being. It’s not a sin to be fond of people you live with!”

“I’m not—”

“Dear.”

“I do not—”

“Darling.”

“I just—”

“Sweetie-Pie.”

“I’ve never—”

“Alastor.” He looked up at her sudden shift in tone. “Shut up, honey. You know how much I hate it when you lie. It’s an insult to our friendship.” Her smile was an unpleasant, jagged, and anxiety-inducing thing. Alastor deflated rapidly, ears flat against his head and shoulders sinking. “Thank you, sweetie.” She patted his shoulder warmly. “I think we’ve got you about as patched up as you’ll ever be.” She added as an afterthought, standing up and wandering out of the bathroom for a few moments, giving Alastor a chance to catch his breath, eyes pinched shut and expression pained by more than just the searing wound on his chest. Out in the main room, Rosie was talking (mainly to herself) about how happy she was to help.

“Of course, there isn’t much I can do for your silly little stick.” Rosie was still chattering away as she came back with his shirt and jacket, both meticulously cleaned.

“I didn’t expect you to.” Alastor laughed curtly as he pulled on his dress shirt, grimacing when the stitches strained against flesh. “That’s the next stop.”

“Well, best to get it all over with in one fell swoop, isn’t that right? No need to drag out your own suffering.”

Alastor shuffled his arms into his jacket, adjusting his clothes until he felt presentable enough to leave the sanctity of Rosie’s luxurious bathroom. “Oh, I don’t know. I imagine it’s going to be dragged out whether I like it or not.” He raised his brows at her significantly and she had the decency to at least appear sympathetic. “I continue to suffer for the fact that I have ever agreed to any deals.” He couldn’t help whining one last time as he was shuffled towards the door.

“Oh stop. It’s what, twelve hours? You can handle that! Look at you! You survived an angel, I think you can handle a television.” Rosie pulled him into a tight hug that Alastor reciprocated after a pause. “The door’s always open if you need it. Tell Vox I sent him kisses.” She added cheerfully.

Alastor grimaced. “See you in twelve hours.” He muttered, sucking in a long-suffering breath as he nudged open the door with his hip and slipped out onto the street, begrudgingly making eye contact with the stupid drone that was eagerly floating around in the pissing rain, one red light flashing rhythmically, just in case he needed even more confirmation that Vox was being, as the children would say, a fucking creeper.

“Well, you’re going to have to wait. I’m not tolerating you until I’ve eaten.” Alastor bared his teeth at the floating camera in what was more a snarl than a smile. “And I am not going to that ludicrous eyesore of a tower.” The drone, of course, didn’t speak, but Alastor was more than capable of having a one-sided argument with the fool on the other side of the camera. “You maycome to the hotel in one hour. Assess the damage and we can go from there.” He pinched the bridge of his nose irritably, unable to fully comprehend that he was still forced to adhere to a deal he’d agreed to almost sixty years ago.

Frankly, the fact that Vox still held onto it was pathetic… though Alastor had togrudgingly admit that he had no idea what he would do if he was left to his own devices with the tangle of wire and magic that was his microphone.

“You can go now.” He waved his hand at the drone, which made an unbearably happy trill with its motor as it followed him down the street. “Do you think I’ve forgotten how this works? You fix my cane and I go along with whatever absolute idiocy youforce upon me for twelve hours.” Alastor pointed angrily at the drone, which continued whirring cheerfully until a tendril of darkness crawled around it, sending it clattering onto the pavement. “That twelve hours starts when I say it does. Not when you feel most aggravating.” The drone blinked a few more times as the tentacle overcame its sensors and Alastor’s shape started to morph into something lanky and dark. “You may come to the hotel in one hour. Any earlier than that and ł’ⱠⱠ ₥₳₭Ɇ ɎØɄ ⱤɆ₲ⱤɆ₮ ł₮.” He snapped his teeth at the drone just before it disappeared into the void, then pulled back with an aggrieved sigh, losing all his ponce and drama immediately.

It was going to be a very long night.

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #hellaverse #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin alastor #hazbin rosie #hazbin vox #Rosie is here to lay down some truth sandwiches #Alastor would rather be dead thanks #Alastor has a panic attack RIP #Vox just lives in his drones #like a freak #Rosie still calls them friends even though it's been 40 years and they're on sight

[bonefall]

re: the last Warriors Bites, is there any advantage to cooking meat? /gen

ik for humans we can’t process a lot of raw meat w/o infections, but cats are pure carnivores

Several!

Human evolutionary history is actually fascinating in that we HAVE to eat cooked meat, it marked a moment in our evolutionary history where our brains were able to get bigger because we needed less space on the skull for a massive chewing muscle

So for a Warrior Cat, which is clearly a species capable of advanced social dynamics, it could be likely that something is biologically going on in that skull of theirs for which cooking is an advantage.

But even for a normal cat living out in the woods? There's still benefits.

Preservation

Drying food can store it for weeks or months. In the books we've seen prey going bad after only a day; there's definitely a lot of food waste that can be avoided if the excess prey is cooked and stored by the assigned "kitchen patrol" after dinner.

(On that note; @hey-its-quill requested an entry on "Who cooks and prepares food?" so this question, including what a 'kitchen patrol' is, is on the official Warrior Bites to-do list.)

Nutrition

Some forms of cooking would cause nutrition loss, but it's easily countered by collecting the juices and serving them as a gravy. For the most part, cooking is just an easy way to break down connective tissue, which would actually make it easier to digest.

ESPECIALLY for kits and elders, who aren't able to chew their food very well.

One thing I will be mentioning when I get to a bird entry, though, is that large birds are rarely roasted. This is because cats eat bones as part of their diet, but when bird bones are cooked, they can splinter and cause internal damage.

(Which is why you should never let your cat eat cooked chicken bones. Raw are fine though.)

Sanitization

And this is the primary reason. Avoiding food poisoning and infection is more important than you think; being an obligate carnivore does not make all food safe.

(CW: Past here, I talk about foodbourne illness, parasites, and animal death. If these topics upset you, I've summed up everything already!)

It's actually a misconception that cats can't get salmonella, e. coli, or listeria poisoning. They're just better at not getting it because food spends less time digesting in their shorter, carnivorous intestines. A lot of people actually switch to a raw food pet diet thinking it's healthier (and in some ways it is, afaik) but then improperly handle the pet food for this reason. Always freeze raw pet food and wash your hands please.

Salmonella poisoning in cats is sometimes called "Songbird Fever" because a house cat gets it by killing and eating a native songbird. In fact I'm going to use my little soapbox for a moment to please ask, if you don't keep your cat inside (which is the only way to completely prevent the death of songbirds), please, at the very least, only let them outside with a birds-be-safe collar cover.

(Salmonella poisoning is also why I've decided that ShadowClan would logically be the Clan that cooks the most. As Marsh and Pine hunters, well over 75% of their diet is birds and reptiles, which naturally contain salmonella)

So that's JUST farm animals and wild birds. Hantavirus, leptospirosis, toxoplasmosis, even the goddamn bubonic plague can be caught from wild rodents.

That's not even to mention tapeworms, roundworm, and other digestive parasites specifically evolved to live in an animal's stomach!

I remember someone made a joke about how these wild cats are eating random mice and walking away fine while their housecat throws up from getting the wrong brand of cat food. And... well... truth is, the wild cats are not fine. They're getting sick constantly.

Warrior Cats is just, ultimately, a young adult fantasy series about romance and political drama that chooses not to accurately portray feral cats dying horribly of preventable foodbourne illness.

SO TL;DR COOKING WILL HELP A LOT.

#CW Animal death #foodbourne illness #Parasites #Warrior Bites #Clan Culture #Bone Babble

[artoriarts]

Ok I don’t want to go make art and I don’t want to go find something good to scrounge up and post so I will instead spout assorted madcom headcanons. these are far from the last you will see from me.

- sanmos 4 lyfe (big sloppy heart emoji) they are both like playfully flirty in diff ways with other people but also so so monogamous at the same time they love eachother sooo much have the healthiest relationship known to man. ignore all the killings.

- 2bhank with the same energy as medic tf2 x heavy tf2. but like also 2b is catboy herder for hank. he holds the laser pointer in the relationship. hank isn’t like full creature I’m still the kind of girlie to place him solidly as kind of the stoic and dysfunctional sociopath but he’s got some of those beasty tendencies in him. the two have such strong attachment to each other but they both have such difficulty expressing it. hank doesn’t know how human well and 2b simply isn’t a soft person even when he wants to be. but they work with what they have. deimos and sanford are so invested in their relationship they chitchat about it constantly. in the most supportive way they want it to go well they just talk about the two being cute and try to help when they hit rocky points. the power couple is so stable they can take on other couple’s drama.

- I don’t know what the ship name is for tricky and hank but there’s like a tiny bit of that too. tricky is hank’s crazy ex but they were never in an actual relationship clown has just been desperate for the dick day one and has not let up for a single second. especially after the halo fiasco literally everyone hates them but they stay silly

- whitehank exists because of something along the lines of hank’s genome getting copied to aahw database when he went in the magnifier and using that agency got the bright idea that if they can’t beat hank. they can make their own. I don’t know actually how she should fit into everything but I like the idea it feels appropriately silly for madcom. the only thing I’m really decided on is that she eventually switches sides and 2b, carrying the entire trans community of nevada on his old man spine, hooks her up on titty skittles and him and hank informally adopt her because cold sad clone babygirl needs parents. she’s like all of hank’s feral swagger if you made it sopping wet and also like garage band punk. I can’t decide if she’s musclegirl as I’ve drawn her before or make her skinny legend I need to lock down the vibes. One important design thing that i know is coming however is that since she’s a copy of mag hank specifically, while hank gets demagnified in my little post canon design shit, she does not, so she is de facto tallest out of the. what do you even call the gang. just the gang? agency for hank wimbleton? the motley crew. the dnd party. nevada’s most wanted. that one actually works we’ll go with that

- funny thing I’ve considered for sheriff is that after whatever happens in project nexus dude just. pisses off somewhere. half hooks up with jeb to make a neutral party for people who just want to fuckin live. while jeb’s on the offensive side of that trying to actively stop the madness sherrif is the defensive side just making settlements for normal people to live they lives. something along those lines. it’s quaint. him and whitehank get together maybe. little guy woos the giant cryptid lady with his southern charm.

- the auditor is workplace sexual harassment personified. simultaneously in the fanfic suave way and the restraining order kind. they talk like stephan weyte. they think they’re soo cool and when someone doesn’t think they are when they want them to they run away and cry.

- I wish I could come up with something for jeb to like round out the primary cast but like honestly he’s the one I spin around in my head the least. I like his motive of make shit normal but maybe he’s just like too clear cut. he’s already got a full character there’s nothing for me to add.

thank you for coming to my ted talk

#madness combat #hank j. wimbleton #2bhank #sanmos #headcanon #madcom #sheriff madness combat #white hank #madness combat auditor #madness sanford #madness combat 2bdammed #madcom deimos #i feel so desperate tacking on so many tags but like #i want people to see :<

[lovesaibo]

Gagamaru’s profile!

Birthday: 2 January

Age: 17 (3rd Year student)

Birthplace: Wakayama Prefecture

Height: 191cm

Shoe Size: 30cm

Eyesight: 6.0 (note, I’m not well versed in visual acuity but I think that this means that Gagamaru may have very good vision long distance. He could be extremely far-sighted)

Blood Type: O

Team played for before Blue Lock: Yasei Highschool Soccer Club (note, Yasei means wild and possibly probably is alluding to his wild nature.)

Dominant foot: “? (Unaware)” [yes that’s the answer]

Favourite Pro: Gareth Bale

Age you began playing Football: 12 “Middle School extracurricular club.”

Motto: Great Natural State (note, The Japanese text is 大自然体, putting 大 in front of something gives it a "greater” or “larger” state ((好き is different from 大好き)). I think the “Motto can be called Dai Shizentai. Egoist Bible also states as part of his answer: This is Gagamari’s philosophy of accepting people as they are if they are living by their heart.)

Strong Point: Physical Ability, Eyesight, Hearing

Weak Point: No good at using machines, can’t understand people’s kitchens

Favourite food: Meat (Especially raw meat)

Disliked food: Convenience store bento. (They taste of preservatives and chemical seasonings)

Best pairing for rice: Wild boar meat (I hunted one one day. Let’s all try it.)

Hobby: Reading Manga (A person’s emotions and dramas (?) are obtained from [their taste in] manga) 

Favourite time of year: All of them (Each mountain and forest has their own shape.)

Favourite music: Southern All Stars

Favourite Manga: Higanjima, Naruto, Bastard, Cheeky Angel, Fire Punch, Karakuri Circus , Tekkonkinkreet , Ushijima the Loan-Shark, Gin to Kin, Dorohedoro, Dandadan

Character Colour: Silver

Favourite Animal: Bear (In the local mountains, I have lots of acquaintances. Next time I’ll introduce you?)

Subject you’re good at: PE (Ever since Primary School Grade 5)

Subject you’re bad at: Everything but PE

Magazines frequently read:  Yanmaga [Weekly Young Magazine], [Shounen] Jump, Yanjan [Weekly Young Jump], [Big Comic] Spirits, [Weekly Shounen] Magazine (note, Weekly Shounen is where BLLK is published)

What Fetish: Physical beauty (Human or animal)

Thing that makes you sad when it happens: Animal abuse (I will become your opponent)

What’s your type: Cameron Diaz

How much time sleeping: 8 hours (I am the embodiment of sleeping children grow up)

Where do you wash in the bath first: Roots of hair (It smells deeply of beasts)

What are you most likely to buy from a convenience store: Yanmaga, Jump

Team bamboo shoot or team mushroom: Bamboo shoot (If you don’t pick them, they grow quickly. I’ve been growing mushrooms at home. ...Eh...? Not the real story?)

What to do on the last day on earth: In a daze in the mountains

What to do with 1 million yen: Return it

What to do on a holiday: Meditation in a bamboo forest, talk to mountain animals.

And that’s all!!

#Gagamaru Gin #Blue Lock #Blue Lock: Egoist Bible

[lurkingshan]

Get To Know Me Tag

Tagged by my darling @telomeke, thanks Tel!

Do you make your bed?

It’s the first thing I do every morning, because I am Like That. I can hear @bengiyo booing already.

What’s your favorite number?

21. I don’t actually remember why. 🤔

What is your job?

I’m a consultant, and I will leave it at that maddeningly vague description.

If you could go back to school, would you?

Absolutely not, I did my time in those mines.

Can you parallel park?

Not really, because I’ve never lived anywhere where perfecting the skill was necessary. It’s not natural for me because my spatial reasoning skills are just awful.

A job you had that would surprise people?

I don’t think I’ve had any? I had a pretty classic job trajectory from babysitting to restaurant work to school-related internships to my primary career.

Do you think aliens are real?

I think there are definitely other life forms in the universe that we don’t know about but I sincerely doubt any of the depictions in our media have captured them properly.

Can you drive a manual car?

Like parallel parking, I know the theory but have had no reason to perfect the skill.

What’s your guilty pleasure?

I don’t feel guilty about my pleasures.

Tattoos?

One that I got on my 18th birthday just because I could. It has no special meaning and it’s in a spot I can’t see so I mostly forget it’s there until someone else notices it and expresses shock. I guess I don’t seem like the tattoo type.

Favorite color?

It changes with my moods, I’ve been feeling purple lately.

Favorite type of music?

As if. I like so much music of so many types.

Do you like puzzles?

Yes, but I am only rarely in the mood to do one. I like it as a group activity you can do with friends while chatting.

Any phobias?

Hmm. There are things I don’t like but I don’t think anything rises to the level of a phobia.

Favorite childhood sport?

Softball, I was a pitcher!

Do you talk to yourself?

Constantly.

What movies do you adore?

I’ve never been much of a movie girlie, I like long form fiction which is why dramas are more my bag.

Coffee or tea?

I tragically had to give up coffee for my health so now it’s primarily green tea for me.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

Alone. :)

Tel probably already tagged everyone we mutually know but just in case I will tag @twig-tea @sorry-bonebag @neuroticbookworm @hyeoni-comb @my-rose-tinted-glasses @he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle @blmpff @happypotato48 @befuddledcinnamonroll.

#tag game

[ichayalovesyou]

Star Trek Captains but it’s their D&D Classes

Captain James T. Kirk: Bard, College of Valor/Swords

Dude’s primary information gathering and self defense tactic is to flirt with the unknown/enemy. He makes really dramatic speeches and is notoriously well read. He’s also got an estranged child which such a stereotypical bard thing to have lmao. Maybe he took a couple levels in Fighter to bolster his Bardic abilities, or maybe Monk because… Kirk-fu.

Captain Jean-Luc Picard: Wizard, School of Divination

No doubt about it. He’s got that archaeology and ancient history background, tends to Captain based strongly on his intelligence. His adventures tend to be cerebral and mindfucky and occasionally very dry when the writing is meh. His prevailing character motivation is curiousity, which can be said for all Star Trek captains but him especially.

Captain Benjamin Sisko: Cleric, War Domain

Of the Prophets, obviously, he’s got all that Emissary business going on and is seen as a religious figure by the majority of Bajor and the Prophets give him visions, ensured he would be born, and have a plan for him which he reluctantly follows. War domain because I mean… DS9 is a post-war/war drama and Sisko’s character and actions are irrevocably influenced by that fact.

Captain Katherine Janeway: Ranger, Horizon Walker

Her primary goal is to shepherd her crew through extremely alien and difficult territory, what could possibly be more Ranger-y than that? She equips herself and her ship with cobbled together alien technologies completely unknown to the rest of Starfleet and survives dangers equally foreign. Horizon Walkers guard and are influenced by the ley lines of the dimensional barriers they protect, Janeway is no different!

Captain Johnathan Archer: Fighter, Battle Master

The most textbook Fighter energy I have ever witnessed. This guy has so much just-some-guy energy (both affectionate and derogatory) that he makes everyone else incredibly exciting for being even a little different. This dude is the Soldier 76 of Star Trek, he’s trying really hard to be like, curious and progressive but falls back on his militaristic nature a bit too much at times. He’s just trying to hold this gaggle of geniuses and drama queens together and I can’t really fault him for that.

Captain Michael Burnham: Rogue, Inquisitor

Ferocious and curious with a bit of a morally complex volatility that makes her seem alone even when she’s in a crowd. Stereotypical dark/edgy backstory that ties her to a beloved character from the franchise. Principles are precious to her because she learned the cost of forsaking them the hard way. Which also makes her really good at piercing through bullshit even though she’s still working through a looooooot of her own. Love that for her.

Captain Christopher Pike: Paladin, Oath of Devotion

Absolutely overpowering Paladin vibes, he couldn’t possibly be anything else. This guy almost literally functions like a D&D Paladin within the narrative of Star Trek it’s kind of nuts! Even the default tenets of that Paladin oath are really close to Pike’s “service, sacrifice, compassion, and love” mantra! Part healer, charisma caster (aura of courage much??), part kickass combat class. Starfleet’s poster boy, principled lawful good occasionally to a fault.

#didn’t include Mariner or Dal’el because they’re not captains (yet!) #and Picard’s main character is… Picard so that’d be redundant and I also haven’t seen it so lol #still tho mariner would be a berserker Barbarian and Dal’el is a thief rogue no doubts so there’s that hot take #star trek #star trek tos #Star Trek tng #Star Trek ds9 #star trek voyager #star trek enterprise #star trek discovery #star trek snw #dungeons and dragons #D&D #D&D 5e #headcanons #fantasy!au #if you’d like #Captain Kirk #captain Picard #captain Sisko #captain janeway #captain archer #captain burnham #captain pike #Star Trek D&D au #Star Trek meta

[brunchable]

2319: Chapter I — The Day We Met || Stephen Strange × F!Reader

Word count: 4.9K Genre: Innocent Love, Diary Entries, Fluff. Special mentions: Donna Strange, Victor Strange, Beverly Strange A/N: This story is inspired by the Korean Drama called "2521" Storyline is different but the concept is the same. This will be Stephen's past and Reader's past. ***Strictly to not post, translate or copy my works to other websites!!*** Master List || Next Chapter

You and your daughter Sasha, who is now 13 years old, sat in the car together without speaking. Soon after Sasha left her audition for a musical, you were already on your way to the place where you spent your childhood. You cast a few fleeting looks in her direction and saw that she was facing away from you, with her arms crossed and a gloomy expression on her otherwise lovely face.

“What’s wrong Ladybug?” You broke the silence between you but your daughter only sighed, “You know I’m not mad at you for walking out on your audition right? Stage fright is normal—”

“It’s not stage fright!” she lost her cool, and in response to your raised eyebrows, she regained control of her emotions and apologised, saying, “Sorry. . .I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“Then if it’s not stage fright, what is it?” 

“I just don’t think I like acting anymore. . . I want to do something else.” 

“Oh I see, then what do you want to do, if not acting?”

“Ugh. I don’t know. Can you stop asking so many questions?” She heaved a sigh and then turned her back on you once again. You pucker your lips since you have no idea what has gotten into her, but her new attitude was beginning to mildly wear on your nerves. 

“I’m just trying to help you with whatever new interest you have.” You responded in a composed and level-headed fashion. You didn't want to get into an argument with her when you’re about to go away at your art exhibition in another country.

“I know. . .” She mumbled.

While you were making your way back to your old neighbourhood, you cast a sidelong look her way, “You know me and your Dad loves you, right?”

“If you guys do then maybe try working it out for my sake instead of getting a divorce?” Immediately as you drove into the driveway, Sasha sprang out of the vehicle, slamming the door and ran to sit on the porch of your childhood home.

There it was—the primary drivers of Sasha's emotional turmoil. You were aware that telling her the news the morning of her audition was probably going to be a mistake, but your husband is of the opinion that telling her as soon as possible is in her best interest. While your stepfather, Lindsey, approached your vehicle to get Sasha's possessions, Sasha sat on the porch, put her earbuds in, and listened to music on her phone.

You unlocked the car and rolled down the window, “Good Afternoon, Lindsey.”

“Good to see you, love. You’re quite early, I didn’t expect you to arrive before dinner.” He greeted you back, “Aren’t you going to come in and say hello to your mother?” 

You looked at your watch and shook your head, “I can’t— I have a flight to catch. Tell her I said hi?” 

“Sure thing,” He flashed a smile, then turned towards Sasha, “Come here kiddo, help me take your bags inside.” Lindsey waved her over and she lazily made her way towards the man who passed her, her backpack. You let out a sigh as Sasha walked away from you and inside their home without so much as a word or a glance in your direction.

Lindsey, who had Sasha’s suitcase stopped by the side of your car, “Are you okay?”

You pressed your lips together and nodded, “To be honest, Lindsey, yes. It’s just her I’m worried about. Please don’t spoil her too much while she’s here, don’t allow her to stay in her room all day.”

“Don’t worry, she just needs time. You only broke the news today anyway. You stay safe on your flight.” 

“Thanks Lindsey—Alright I better get going. Tell mom I’ll stay longer when I come back!” You started your ignitions before setting your navigation towards the airport.

“Alright love. Stay safe and have fun at your exhibition.” 

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During the time that you were pulling out of the driveway, Sasha peered through the gap in the living room's drapes. She was feeling guilty about how she talked to you, but her pride got in the way — or her equal anger between you and your husband.

"There she is,” Your mother, Vanessa, approached Sasha who smiled back at her coming in for a hug, “Look at you all grown up. It's so lovely to have you here darling. How's your mother?" 

The 13-year-old girl shrugged, her cheeks cupped in between her grandmother's palms, "Annoying but she seems to be doing well." 

“Annoying? Well aren’t you lucky she’s off your tail for a few days?” Her grandmother smiled as she admired the carbon copy of her daughter when she was a child, "The similarity between you is so uncanny."

The young girl scowled at the older woman's comment, making her grandma laugh, "So where will I be sleeping?" 

"Your Mother's old room. I've cleaned it but I left everything back to where it is—she doesn't like it when people touch her things." 

"Huh." Sasha chuckled. How ironic. She thought.

“Goodness me, kiddo! What do you have in your bag?” Lindsey groaned as he pulled the bag inside the house.

“Er Nothing much, just a dead body.�� Sasha nonchalantly shrugs and walks past Lindsey to go upstairs, “Thanks for helping out Lindsey! Grandma said I'll be sleeping in Mom’s room.”

Lindsey chuckles at the child’s dark humour and looks at Vanessa, “Don’t look at me, she probably got that from her father.” 

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This is the first time Sasha will be ever sleeping in your old room—it felt cosy and she could see all your memories stuck on its walls. She steps closer to see the lightly faded photographs of you and people she has never seen in her life.  In the photographs, you can be seen smiling and possessing a sunny disposition, and you are dressed in vibrant colours, which makes you seem more feminine than you do today when you always wear dark colours for formal apparel.

"I see you’ve found your Mom’s most treasured memories?” Vanessa spoke behind her by the door with Lindey following just behind her.

Sasha turns around and points at one photo, “Who were these people Grandma?”

“Check the back of the photos and find out, but make sure to put them back.” Vanessa winked and steps aside to let Lindsey drag Sasha’s suitcase in.

“Whew! That’s my exercise for the day! Just call me and your grandma if you need equipment to bury the body.” Lindsey winked at the kid who chuckled at the older man’s lame attempt to get along with her.

“Make yourself feel at home, darling. I'll call you down when dinner’s ready." Her grandmother smiled and shut the door. Sasha plops her backpacks on the floor and allows herself to fall backwards on her mother's old bed. 

This is going to be one boring summer. She sighed and rolled to her side, now facing a white wooden study desk with books neatly stacked on the side. Her eyes pan towards the shelving above, the stem of the A5 books had 365 written on it—all pastel colored. Journals. 

She got up abruptly and swiped what she assumed was the first volume of her mother's diaries. The front had a warning—which was written in her mother's handwriting—it said: Private! DO NOT READ!

"Pft. What are you going to do Mom? Ground me?" She chuckled and proceeded to open the journal.

June 13 1999

I finally persuaded Mom and Dad that I will be studying art in college, however, they won't be paying for it since they don't consider it as a real career—It’s ironic since they love going to art museums? It just doesn't make sense! But whatever, I got a job at the local florist anyway. Either I'll save money or I would have to work hard on creating art and get a scholarship. 

It's also been a week since the new neighbours moved in, a family of five, they call themselves Strange—no literally, that's their name. Eugene and Beverly, the parents and then there's Stephen, Donna and Victor. Donna's very lovely and the same age as me. We instantly clicked when we met, we shared the same interest and aspirations—maybe we could even go to college together. 

Her older brother Stephen though, he's kind of intimidating, the third time Donna invited me for dinner. . . he kept staring at me—or maybe I'm just imagining it. According to Dad, he looks like trouble and though Dad thinks his parents are nice people, he's already given me a warning to steer clear from him. . . but we don't even talk. . .so. . . Yeah. . . But I won't judge a book by its cover. . . Okay, maybe I think he's a little, very attractive—but there's nothing wrong with admiring right?

Actually. . . I first met Stephen . . .

June 6, 1999

You were on your way back to town from a little camp getaway with your highschool friends—a getaway where your father wasn’t too keen on letting you join but thanks to your mother, you were able to—you were driving the Mercedes Benz your father gifted you on your nineteenth birthday and Fantasy by Mariah Carey was playing on the radio.

“Oh, when you walk by every night, talkin' sweet and lookin' fine I get kinda hectic inside~” You belted while being in the car by yourself, “Baby, I’m so into you—”

Your singing was quickly cut off by the unexpected jolting of the car, which was followed by the loud beeping that indicated you were out of petrol, “No, no, no! But I just filled the gas, what?” You panicked but was lucky enough to pull over to the side of the road before the car came to a full stop.

You pulled the handbrake to its highest position before getting out; warily looking around a desolate road that was bordered by pine trees as you stepped out of your vehicle. You quickly grabbed your knitted cardigan with the colour blocked pattern of pastel green and pink and put it over your sundress before going around to see what the problem was.

You could hear the revving of a motorbike from a distance, so you attempted to seem casual as you went around and around the Benz. 

Stephen, who was recklessly riding his motorbike without a helmet on while listening to Green Day's "American Idiot" on his cassette tape using his headphones, discovered you looking troubled as you were circling your vehicle. It was quite evident to him that you had no idea what it was that you were even searching for. When he rode by you, he didn't originally have any intention of assisting you. However, when he glanced at you through the side mirror of his motorcycle, a voice within his brain urged him to turn around, and so he did.

You let out a sigh of exasperation while paying little attention to the motorbike that finally passed you by. You were trying to decide whether to contact your father for assistance or just trek your way back to your home. You’re aware that your father is going to be upset when he finds out what had happened to your car.

"I'm so dead. . ." You muttered something under your breath as you twisted around and looked in the passenger seat for your phone. When you realised no one was going to assist you, you stooped forwards, the length of your dress shortening at the back to display your thighs.

Stephen cleared his throat, “Do you need help, Miss?” 

You were so startled that you leapt and struck the top of your head on the roof of your car. "Ow!" You rubbed the back of your head, eyes widening and immediately covered your backside.

Stephen smiled but tried to hide it by covering his lips with the back of his palm and looking away briefly before turning his attention back to you and asking, "Are you okay?"

“I’m fine, thank you!” You pulled down on the hem of your dress, your back bumping the side of the vehicle, and you felt the heat crawl up from the base of your neck as you realised that this attractive stranger may have seen your undergarments. How humiliating, you thought to yourself. "U-um, how can I help you?"

“I asked you first.”

“Me? Oh no, I don’t need help—I’m just uh. . . taking a break from driving—You can just move along.” You reasoned with a lie while waving him off, causing Stephen to cast a sceptical eye before his nostrils caught a whiff of petrol, “What are you doing?!” 

You asked the handsome stranger and followed him to the back of your car where he got low on the ground to check under the vehicle, “Sorry to break it to you but you won’t be getting home with an empty tank and a dislodged fuel line—unless you’ve premeditated to burn down the forest?”  He stood back up and clapped his hands together to shake off the dirt before wiping it off on the back of his black Wrangler pants.

You took a few steps back, completely forgetting how much taller he was than you; the top of your head didn't even come close to reaching his shoulders as you asked, “Do I look like someone who would commit arson?”

Before he let out a little chuckle and said, "It was only a joke," Stephen's blue eyes swept down from your head to your toes and then back up to your face, "Relax.”

You tried to pull your dress lower while his eyes attentively scrutinised you, giving the impression that he was evaluating you, all the while saying, “Jokes are meant to be funny.”

“Yeah—that also depends on your humour.” Stephen shrugged, “Anyway where are you headed? Do you need a ride?”

You cross your arms and you eyed him suspiciously, “How do I know you’re not some serial killer that targets vulnerable, alone women?” 

While continuing to laugh, Stephen repeated the gesture of placing the back of his hand over his mouth. He is aware that you have every reason to be wary, particularly in light of the many reports of hitchhikers going missing in other states, and he respects your right to do so.

“If my intention was just that, then you wouldn’t be standing there talking to me right now—I mean this area is already deserted? Surrounded by woods—Heck, no car has even passed by for the last five minutes we’ve been talking—If I wanted to unalive you, I would’ve done it already.” 

Your face hardens, “That doesn’t exactly make me feel better—and for your information, unalive is not a word.” 

“It is now,” Stephen shrugs, “The sun will be setting before you know it, do you need a ride back to town or not?” 

“No. I have a phone. I’m going to call my Dad to pick me up.” 

“Alright, suit yourself,” Stephen turned around and you got back inside your car to grab your mobile phone. Stephen also checked his phone and exhaled through his nostrils when he saw that there was no signal; this was the reason why he was making his approach towards his motorbike extremely slowly, counting "5... 4...3...2...1..."

“Wait!” You made your way over to him and yelled out. Stephen pretended to be stunned that you had called him to wait for you and executed a 180-degree spin while using his heels. You then asked, "I need to go to Devonport—but how do I know I can trust you?"

As Stephen made his way back to you, he reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out both his wallet and an item that was undoubtedly his driver's licence. He then brought the card in close enough for you to see the information on it, at which point you wrinkled your brows in confusion.

“How is that supposed to make me trust you?” 

“I’ll leave my car license in your car, so if I suddenly have the urge to murder you, they’ll be able to solve the case,”—he snapped his fingers— “just like that. Happy?” He asked and placed his licence carefully on the sunshade.

“I-I guess. . .”

“Grab all the things you need, you can put it under my seat—You’re in luck because I’m headed for Devonport as well.”

“Oh. . .okay.” 

"Wow Mom, so much for teaching me not to trust strangers no matter what they say." Sasha flips the next page and continues on reading the entry.

"You're going to have to sit facing one side since you're wearing a dress." Stephen said as he mounted his motorcycle and kickstarted it's engines once again. Since you are merely standing there, he gives you a look that conveys his impatience, "What are you waiting for? You waiting for pigs to fly?" 

You glared at him, "No! I'm just wondering where your helmet is."

"Oh. . .I left it at home,” Stephen shrugs. 

“Great, if not murdered, I’ll probably die from a crash.” You then hopped up behind him while mumbling something to yourself. Because you had never truly ridden a motorbike before, attempting to position yourself was quite awkward for you.

“Y’know for a nice looking girl, you’re rather pessimistic—” 

“Y’know for a handsome guy, you look like a hazard to society.” you retorted back.

Stephen burst out laughing while simultaneously shaking his head in response to your comeback.

"Oh you find that one funny huh?"

"If you aren't so on edge, I'd probably think you're flirting with me right now." Stephen poked fun at you, forcing you to make an even more grumpy face. You are relieved to see that he is facing front since you were certain that blood was rushing to your cheeks.

"Is there anywhere I could hold onto?" You changed the subject. 

"Me." 

"Really?"

"Yeah—but if you want to go handsfree I'm cool with that.”

"You can’t be serious—AH!” 

You were forced to grip onto Stephen's hips when he cranked the throttle, which caused the motorcycle to lurch forwards and cause you to lose your composure, “Wow, going straight for my hips? Aren’t you going to take me out on a date first?” He continued to tease and you just knew there was a massive mischievous smirk on his lips based on the sound of his voice.

“You did that on purpose—and in your dreams!” 

 Sasha snorted at the action Stephen took to get you to hold on, “What a sly dog—it’s so obvious that you're into him and he knows it.”  Legs swinging back and forth into the air, she laid on her stomach—clearly she found your entries entertaining since you barely talked about this area of your life with her. You always found your way to sway the conversation out of it.

The journey to Devonport was fairly dull, and neither of you spoke a word to due to the fact that Stephen was listening to music on his tape player the whole time. However, it was beneficial for you since you dislike making idle chatter, particularly with unfamiliar people. You clung to his broad shoulfers because you didn't want to give him a reason to believe that you were taking chances due to the fact that you thought he was appealing.

You told him your address, assuming your father isn’t home from work yet—he usually comes home late in the night—but not today. As soon as you pulled up on Stephen's motorcycle in your front yard,Your father ran out of the house as quickly as he could, like he was out to kill. You muttered a profanity to yourself.

“(Y/N)?!”

“Dad? What are you doing home so early?”

“(Y/N), you better have a good explanation why you’ve come home with a boy and on a motorcycle.” Arthur chided you sternly as he moved closer to you and attempted to remove you off the motorcycle so that you could get away from Stephen.

“Dad, it's a long story, please let me explain when we go inside.” You urged him to go back inside with you but he and Stephen have already made eye-contact with each other.

“Who’s he?” He pointed at Stephen, “Is he the reason why you wanted to go on that camp trip so badly?”

Stephen chose to keep his lips shut for the time being since he was quite uneasy with the way in which your father could be so confrontational.

“What? No! It’s just us girls!” You replied the truth in your defence, “Can you please just let me explain?”

“I didn’t raise you to get yourself mixed up with the wrong people, (Y/N).” 

“Woah, what’s that supposed to mean?” Stephen slipped up after feeling offended at your father’s remarks, “I think, I deserve a thank you for getting your daughter home safely, Sir.”

“A ticket is what you deserve for riding a motorcycle without protective gear on.” Arthur replies to Stephen who just scoffs and shakes his head.

“Dad! Please! Can we just go inside and let me explain?!” You snapped and your father glared at Stephen before turning back towards the house.

“I’m sorry—this is so embarrassing. . .I—Thank you for bringing me home.” You thanked Stephen, feeling flustered, “Your licence is still in my car, how do I give it back to you?”

“You don’t need to give it back—that’s an old expired licence,” Stephen chuckled your stunned facial expression, “But if you insist on giving it back, anytime is fine, neighbour.” Stephen’s smile broadens, not giving you a chance to speak, he rides towards his house where his family has already started moving things from the truck.

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You were surprised that your father took the whole car situation better than you expected; what he was more peeved about is the fact that you rode a stranger’s motorcycle without a helmet on—but you really had no choice—what if the next person to offer help was shady?

“Dad, will you stop spying on the new neighbours?” You demanded, pausing the movie playing on the VHS. 

“Please, Darla at the front isn’t even discreet about it. She’s literally pretending to tend her garden,” Arthur stifled a chuckle as he thought of the lonely middle-aged woman whose favourite hobby was prying into other people's affairs. You and your dad refer to her as the neighbourhood's surveillance camera: Someone had a lover's quarrel? Simply ask her what took place, and she will be able to explain everything in great detail. Lost a cat? She will remember the location of the last time she saw it.

“Really?” You rose up and peeked under your father's elbow to inspect, and you burst out laughing when you saw the woman pretending to tend to her already well-shaped hedges.

“What are you two laughing at?” Vanessa, who came from the kitchen, holding a container of freshly baked cookies asked. 

“Just Darla,” You answered and turned to face your mother, “Oooh cookies.”

You jogged towards your mother who slapped your hand to prevent you from taking one, “This isn’t for you, ladybug, this is for our new neighbours.”

“Oh, okay. Are you going over there?” 

“No, you are. I already introduced myself earlier. They have a daughter called Donna, she’s the same age as you—go introduce yourself, maybe give her a tour around the neighbourhood.” Vanessa placed the container on your hand and ushered you out the front door, not giving you a chance to complain.

You puffed your cheeks and obediently made your way to your new neighbour’s house. You approached a woman who looks just slightly older than your mother, “H-hi, excuse me?”

She turns around and welcomes you with a warm smile. She had kind green eyes and salt-pepper hair and a tall lady, “Why hello there! You must be (Y/N) right?”

“How did you know?” You shyly ask though quite surprised she correctly guessed.

“You look a lot like your mother, darling.” She smiles, “I’m Berverly, very lovely to meet you.” 

“Wonderful to meet you too, ma’am—oh this is for you and your family, it’s freshly baked cookies.” You lifted the container to show her its contents.

“Wow, they look great! I might take one later, I got dirty hands—can I kindly ask you to bring it inside? My kids are there, maybe give it to Donna, our youngest Victor might eat everything, he loves cookies.”

“Sure.” You nodded.

“Thanks, darling,” Beverley paused as you reluctantly followed the path towards their porch, “Don’t be shy, go on ahead~” 

You entered through the front door, which was already open, and carefully navigate your way through the maze of boxes that were spread out across the floor. You then made your way towards the kitchen, where you heard voices and found Donna and Victor arguing over who would get the room that was the second largest.

“You don’t even need a room, you always sleep between mom and dad, you big baby!” Donna argued with her nine-year-old brother who wanted the room she also wanted.

“I’m not a big baby!!” Victor yelled at Donna and charged towards her, only for the older female to hold his head, his short arms unable to hit her. 

“Okay, then you’re adopted!”

“Will you two shut up?! I’m taking that room, I’m the oldest.” You heard Stephen’s voice and you stopped your tracks.

“What?! You’re barely even home!” Donna told Stephen before doing a double-take when she saw you by the archway of the kitchen, “Oh hello—go away you gremlin, we have a visitor.”

Victor ceases trying to give Donna hits when he also notices you.

“Hi—um my mom baked you guys something.” You gave Donna a kind grin, and she motioned for you to join her and the others into the kitchen. You let out a long, slow breath since you weren't prepared to see your rescuer so quickly.

Donna peaked inside the container and her smile grew, “Wow thank you. . . What’s your name?” 

You gave Stephen a brief glance, and he was already looking at you quite attentively. He was still dressed in the same way, with the simple white shirt and the black Wrangler jeans. Because you despise the way that he causes you to feel extremely nervous, you have resolved to ignore him completely. It was clear that he, like everyone else, was interested in learning your name.

“My name is er—(Y/N).” 

“I’m Donna!” She beamed and grabbed one of the cookies in the container.

“Are those cookies?!” Victor butted in and tried to peek inside the container as well.

“Yes but you can’t have some until you choose to stay in the smallest room.” A shrug from Donna, and she takes the container away from you while also getting it away from Victor, who is glaring at his older sister.

“Ugh fine! Just give me some and I’ll take the smallest room.” 

“The things you’ll do for a cookie—unbelievable. No taking that back!” Donna narrowed her eyes on the little boy and took one whole cookie for him.

“Just give him half, mom’s limiting his sugar intake remember?” Stephen intervenes before Donna hands Victor the cookie.

“But I haven’t had any sugar at all today, Stephen! Please, please, please, let me have a whole one.” Victor pleaded but Stephen firmly shook his head.

“It’s either half or no cookie at all, bud. You choose.” Stephen shrugs.

“Ugh—ever since you went to college you’ve become so boring!” Victor stomped his feet and turned towards Donna to beg, “Donna? Pleeeease.”

Donna looked at her older brother who shook his head then at the youngest who was giving her puppy eyes, “How about you eat one half today and one half tomorrow?” 

“You guys would’ve eaten everything by then!”

“I can always make more if you want, but I’ll just have to put in way less sugar.” You reassured Victor whose frown grew into a smile.

“You’d do that?” Victor’s eyes sparkled.

You nodded, “Yeah, it’s really easy—”

“You’re the best! I’m Victor by the way!” Victor ran and gave you a hug, “Are you single by any chance? Stephen could use someone like you. He’s so miserable right now that’s why he’s taking a short break from college.”

Stephen started coughing severely after choking on the can of soda that he was drinking at the time. Donna, who was roaring with laughter, ran up to Stephen and gave him a few whacks on the back as she did so. You, on the other hand, were rendered speechless and your face became as red as a tomato as a reaction towards the child's unfiltered mouth.

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“Sasha?" Vanessa opened the door after knocking a few times, prompting Sasha to quickly hide the journal under the pillows.

"Yes?" She smiled innocently at her grandmother.

"Dinner’s ready, come on down." 

“Oh okay.” Sasha slides out of the bed and heads downstairs together with her grandmother, “What did you cook?”

“I heard from your mom that you love mushroom cream risotto so we made it for you.” Vanessa places her hands over the girl’s shoulders as they descend down the stairs towards the kitchen.

“Can you make me some chocolate chip cookies? Mom never has time to make homemade cookies for me. . .” Sasha glanced at her grandma who nodded.

“Of course I can, my love. We can make some together tomorrow, I’ll teach you my recipe.” Vanessa winked and Sasha smiles, feeling excited to try the cookies that you offered the Stranges all those years ago.

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[gavfleetout]

I will never shut up about this, but I cannot for the life of me understand why Ezra did not join Thrawn, or why they didn’t have thrawn not just be on a random planet, but command it. Or even if not that why they didn’t do literally anything other than what they did for the latter half of ahsoka s1.

My main issue is they had almost nothing happen to these characters for 10 years beside growing a beard and getting leveled up. I have specific changes I would make, but that’s the crux of it.

Thrawn is afaptable, and I believe if he was stranded on a forbidden land, he would secure the situation and make sure things were safe, and plot a course back home. Only Thrawn and his men had TEN YEARS on this planet. Thats a lot of time to just be chilling in your start destroyer. It feels like it’s more in character for Thrawn, who plans for every contingency, to amass and expand his forces. Recruit warlords and organize the planet in a way where he has more control over the situation, and more allies and resources to draw upon. He can still be looking for a way home, but after all this time, you can’t tell me he wasn’t trying to make sure that if return was truly impossible, he would still have his backup plan ready.

That brings me to Ezra. Ezra, at his core, is all about protecting people. He is full of compassion. So why do I think he would willing side with Thrawn? Because while Thrawn is not overly considerate of preserving lives, he is not wasteful with them either. And considering the planet they arrived in was so lawless, I can see a version of events where Thrawn convinces Ezra (who quite literally has no other options and probably expected to die after s4 let’s be real) that if they bring order and justice, different from the empire’s version of it, they can truly help the people of the planet. Even the Victorian snail guys.

But why would Ezra believe this? He’s seen Thrawn’s destruction first hand. Except that was when Thrawn worked for the empire. And Thrawn doesn’t care about the empire per se, he cares about ensuring a safe galaxy for his own people, the Chiss, who are not involved in galactic affairs or even known by most of the galaxy. I feel like if Thrawn made a concerted effort to empathize in order to win a desperate, victorious Ezra over, he could. And I think Ezra’s own want for justice and control and his own past temptation to the dark side would make the offer seem more appealing. HOWEVER I believe that Ezra would do his best to ensure a morality so applied to their new planet’s mini empire. He would do his best to limit thrawns abuses and probably look out for farmers and the little guys especially.

Thrawn would look out and see world that needs to be corralled and materials to be used, Ezra would look out and see a world suffering, and I think the two could make their efforts align.

But why do I think this is better? While I don’t know if it is better, it is more complex. 10 years change a person, and I don’t think Ezra would be the same after all those years when the only remnant of his home are the imperial forces. (Not that every character should be gritty and dark after a time skip, that’s stupid) I don’t think this change contradicts his character, and only adds to the dissonance when he and Sabine reconnect. To her, him joining Thrawn is a betrayal of their entire space family. But to Ezra, in that situation, it could have been the most Ezra thing to do. I also wish they’d expanded on Ezra and Thrawn relationships more, because Ezra being one of the few people to ever defeat Thrawn so utterly is an accomplishment, and I think Thrawn would value him as an ally and not just let him wander off with the snail men.

So yeah, I think having neither Ezra nor Thrawn having done or changed in any primary way over the span of 10 years is dumb and they should have had them be doing something. Preferably something angst and character drama building. Like they didn’t have to go tHis route, but they could have done something more interesting. Like cmon, you telling me Ezra just letting people get attacked by bandits and Thrawn hasn’t organized this misshapen planet into an efficient system?

#fix it fic #kinda #thanks for coming to my ted talk #star wars ahsoka #ezra bridger #thrawn #star wars

[rpdepartment]

WRITING A RULE PAGE

“why should i write a rules page?”

to set down boundaries. to let people know your dos and don’ts, to know your limits and help avoid stepping on eachother’s toes! so, what do we write in there?

an introduction: this doesn’t mean that we want to know your legal name, gender, age, address etc. a nickname, knowing if you’re a minor or not and your pronouns will be enough.

• “why should i tell people if i’m a minor or not?’’  a lot of adults aren’t comfortable with playing with minors, and in the same way a lot of minors aren’t comfortable writing with 30-years-olds. this is also to make sure nobody plays smut with a minor

your selectivity: are you semi-selective? mutuals only? 18+ only? are you willing to play with doubles?

• “should i write a list of people i don’t want to roleplay with?’’ avoid doing it if possible

stuff you need tagged: you don’t have to explain if something is a trigger or just grosses you out. this helps your mutuals know your boundaries, or not interact if they’re involved in a RPC you’d rather avoid people can’t read your mind, so please let others know what upsets you to avoid unnecessary drama

• “someone didn’t tag something i have in my rules, what should i do?” try to contact them and ask them politely to tag it! it might be a moment of distraction, or simply enough they forgot about it

your stance on shipping and smut: are you open to ships? do you single-ship, or are you open for multishipping? what about one-sided relationships, or ships with doubles? are you open for NSFW threads, or you’d rather avoid them?

• “i’m a minor or i have a minor character, can i say i’m open to smut?’’ no. stop that.

EXTRA RULES THAT COULD COME HANDY:

the general DNI rules, to make sure people know you don’t want to deal with godmodding or vagueposting, or much worse people like racists, terfs, pedos and whatnot

a list of ships you don’t play, especially if they’re the most “popular” ones

your stance on reblog karma, or reblogging prompts, musings and promo from you

if you play with personal blogs or with anons!

if you’re using a secondary blog to roleplay, consider leaving a link to your HUB/primary blog in the rules!

a password people are meant to send to you do make sure they read the rules

BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY...

anything you think might help making both your and your partern’s experience as good as possible. rule pages are usually very informal and might come up as condescending or rude, but it’s much better to be direct and explain things as well as you can.

#roleplaying 101 #roleplay rules

[jmrothwell]

For the AU combos: I got tattoo parlor and ballet and all I can think about is the line from the Avril Lavigne song now so--do with that what you will lol

(OMG! Sk8er Boi is a song I”ve actually considered turning into a fic before. The problem was I couldn’t decide which ending I liked best because I came up with three of them. And the longer I think about it the more varieties I think up for this idea)

Anyway! So sticking closer to the generated Tattoo parlor and ballet AU, we’ll use some of the beats of the song but not stick too closely to it. 

Reggie works at a tattoo parlor while he and his friends try to get their band to a point where it can be their primary income. Carrie meanwhile helps out at the dance studio that is near the tattoo parlor where Reggie works. It’s a way for her to network and also help pay for her schooling. 

Reggie and Carrie bump into each other during a serendipitous moment where their breaks lined up. Reggie does his usual friendly flirting thing, but backs off a little when it becomes obvious Carrie  is not interested, i.e. Carrie tells him she is focusing on school and work and does not have time for a relationship. Also still in a bit of denial/recovering from admitting her on again off again NIck situation is officially off for good.

Reggie continues to try and hang out with Carrie. Not in a relationship way, but in a ‘it’s always nice to have another friend’ way. Keeps trying to get her to come to one of their shows, which she keeps making excuses or has legitimate scheduling conflicts. 

Eventually she agrees to go to one of Reggie shows but on the caveat he attends one of her recitals the next prior, which he readily agrees to. Just as she’s ready to admit that maybe she has feelings for Reggie, he doesn’t show up to the recital. Which she just angrily takes to mean that she should just focus on school and work. Even starts work at a different studio.

A few months later after she’s calmed down slightly and letting her curiosity get the best of her she looks up his band and learns that they’ve disbanded, for reasons not mentioned in the article. Although doing some further digging unveils it was a series of misfortunes, some drama with their rhythm guitarist, and missing what could have been their big break due to serious case of food poisoning(the same weekend of the missed recital).

She goes to see if she can find him at the tattoo parlour but learns he also quit and no one there knows where he went. 

Jump cut to a year to a few years later, and Carries students are all talking about this new up and coming band Julie and the Phantoms. One of her students shows her a video and Carrie nearly accidentally steals their phone after recognizing Reggie. 

Her coworker Kayla confronts her about her weirdness and then further insists that they should go to a show. Because serendipitous moment number two the band happens to be performing relatively close by. 

Carrie’s not sure what she’s expecting to happen. Not like Reggie will really be able to see her from up on stage. She doubts he’d recognize her. Most of all she keeps admonishing herself for even entertaining this idea and getting her hopes up. 

Hopes which nearly shatter into oblivion when she sees how Reggie and their lead singer Julie are interacting with each other in all of the interviews and concert videos she can find. She can’t find any personal social media, at least none that she recognizes as them, and the two refuse to make any sort of official relationship statement despite all the rumors circulating around them.

Kayla ends up surprising Carrie with ether a meet and greet or backstage passe…maybe both? Anyway, Carrie tries to act like it’s not a big deal, because it shouldn’t be, she and Reggie were never a thing. 

Reggie doesn’t immediately recognize Carrie but he does clearly find her familiar with how he keeps glancing at her in line. The lightbulb goes off after Carrie mentions her name and is very apologetic but overall excited to see her again and introduce her to the rest of the band. 

This is where we can either go full on happy Sweet Tarts ending, semi-tragic bittersweet Rulie ending, or my personal fav the Regal Jewelry ending.

#Writing game #AUs are awesome #the tattoo parlour AU part of it is very short lived all things considered XD