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lesbian-honey-lemon · 4 months

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top ten smartest characters in BH6, my ranking:

1- Hiro Hamada. Of course he’s at the top, lol. Not only did he outsmart Obake, he also came up with everyone’s hero gear, coded Baymax’s other chips besides Tadashi’s, made a working energy amplifier (that didn’t immediately explode) in like two days with only Krei’s failed prototype to go off of, and HE IS IN SFIT AT 14. Of course he’s the smartest. Also he’s made other robots completely on his own like the microbots and Mini-Mac. He also comes up with most of the battle plans for BH6, and helped cure Liv Amara alongside Karmi.

2- Obake/ Bob Aken. First off, he was also in SFIT as a teen. My headcanon was that he started attending at 16, and Karmi’s like a week younger than him (so she’s technically still the 2nd youngest person to ever go to SFIT). Also!! He was the FIRST to make an energy amplifier, with absolutely nothing to go off of. His was the first, and honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if Krei’s amplifier was based off of Obake’s amplifier. Yes the amplifier exploded immediately but he was still the first. And of course, as an adult, he made a shit ton of advanced tech. He made Trina, the most advanced AI in the whole BH6-verse (even better than Baymax because she’s basically indistinguishable from a human and can make her own decisions outside of her original purpose), he made an underwater base, a bunch of other robots, and was able to follow Shimamoto’s clues to rebuild the star machine. Also he managed to play Hiro and the rest of BH6 like a damn violin and would have succeeded if it wasn’t for Globby.

3- Honey Lemon. Honey Lemon is a goddamn genius and I will die on this hill. Her chem-purse has the INDIVIDUAL ELEMENTS. So in battle, she has to legitimately think up and type in a chemical formula to make the compound to use. So she’s gotta have some MAJOR chemistry skill, an excellent memory, and wicked fast reaction time. She also found a way to cure Globby. Also let’s not forget that time she made a literal amnesia serum in like two minutes for Hiro to give to Karmi when she thought that Karmi was onto them. Also, she did uncover Lenore Shimamoto’s secret life as a scientist alongside Wasabi, and Lenore hid that shit really well.

4- Tadashi. Honestly, Tadashi and Honey Lemon are almost tied for third, but Honey Lemon’s a little smarter. He probably got into SFIT early too, cause he couldn’t have been that old. He was probably in at like 17 and died at 20. Also, he made Baymax, one of the most advanced AIs to ever exist, plus the actual robot is rlly advanced too. So just for building Baymax, he can have this spot, because of how advanced Baymax is. Although running into a burning building was kind of a dumb move.

5- Karmi. Karmi’s actually pretty gifted and you all are unnecessarily hating on this poor girl. She’s 16 and at SFIT, and while my headcanon is that she only got in a week younger than the third youngest student, she’s still the second youngest to ever go to SFIT. She also was able to observe BH6 close enough to write moves that could actually work with their gear, which allowed them to escape Momakase and save Karmi herself. Also, she’s made some epic tech. She made the patches to subdue Oreo Knox, which Di Amara later used for her own evil work. She also did that project with the electric currents in the roses, which probably has some pretty interesting uses. She also got chosen to be Di’s intern, and although she got manipulated big time, I can’t say I blame her or say she’s any less smart for literally being mutated and tortured by a woman she thought was her friend and mentor. Also, Hiro would have never gotten the nanobots to work and cure Liv Amara without Karmi’s help and insight. She also made that glove in Season 3 to beat Hardlight. In short, Karmi is way smarter than the fandom gives her credit for.

6- Gogo. Gogo’s actually quite smart and she’s come up with some interesting things. Her maglev tech is really advanced and gives her an extra edge in battle. She also was the first to catch onto the fact that Karmi had a point with her fanfic and was the first to start using Karmi’s ideas to drive up the wall to chase Momakase. She also came up with that train thing we saw her with the model of in CtC pt 1, which I assume is her midterm project. The world can always use more high-speed rail so she’s quite smart in my book for that. She also of course worked with Hiro to make that awesome bike she chased Mr Sparkles with in S2. Plus she’s in SFIT, which is a really challenging environment on its own so she’d have to be really smart to get in.

7- Wasabi. Wasabi and Gogo are like, exactly tied for 6th. They’re both on the same level of smart, but I like Gogo more so she gets 6ths (no hate to Wasabi fans, I like him too). Wasabi, of course, has his plasma blades, which are literally second to nothing but graphene. He can cut through nearly anything with his tech. He also worked with Hiro to build that space junk disposal device in S1, and helped Honey Lemon uncover the very well-guarded secrets of Lenore Shimamoto’s life as a scientist.

8- Wendy Wower. Wendy, although a minor character, has shown herself to be pretty damn smart. She wrote the thesis that Trevor Trengrove stole, which was the basis for Tadashi’s work. Without Wendy’s thesis, Tadashi would have never made Baymax. So, though she never gained the recognition she deserved for her intelligence, she’s still hella smart. Plus, she did manage to make a name for herself as a beloved educator and inspiration for kids to get into science, and that’s kind of hard to do if you’re not already really smart when it comes to science.

9- Lenore Shimamoto. Lenore Shimamoto is really smart, although her invention failed. She built the star machine, which caused the Great Catastrophe. But, she intended it to be an infinite energy device. So, like a very early interpretation of the energy amplifier. She also built a secret lab and hid all evidence of the star machine so well that it took over a hundred years to find. And honestly, if the only person who could crack your secret was literally the second smartest person in the whole show (Obake), you hid that secret pretty well. She also built and ran a whole art institute, it takes smarts to run such a big university.

10- Professor Granville. Honestly I was stuck on who to put here, but I think she deserves this spot. She’s an accomplished professor, knowledgeable about her subjects, and was obviously smart enough to mentor Hiro, Karmi, and Obake. If she wasn’t smart, they wouldn’t have latched onto her as much as they did. She also fixed Baymax that one time in S2 and went to rescue their asses all on her own, built the robot spider SFIT security system, and has some pretty good deduction skills in order to find out where Momakase was going to steal from next.

You can also put Professor Callaghan here at 10th for similar reasons, being an accomplished professor, writing many papers on robotics and inspiring Hiro’s microbots, and coming up with the plan to kill Krei. But, his plan got foiled by Hiro, and Hiro was an inexperienced superhero at this time, so it’s not like with Obake where Hiro was a seasoned superhero who had a fair shot at stopping his plans. Hiro and Obake were evenly matched. So if Inexperienced Hiro could beat Callaghan, that means Callaghan’s not quite as smart.

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666herescared · 10 months

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Peach Treats(ClingPeachesAU)

This is a bit of a random fanfic for LMK that I came up with. Wukong tricks Mk and friends into eating peaches of immortality. ClingPeaches=Clingy Wukong BTW.

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Everyone was surprised when Monkey King invited them to his place on the mountain. Mk thought he was trying to get closer to his friends, so he (mildly) pressured them into coming, despite their protests. When they arrived, the monkeys didn’t rush to greet them, opting instead to sit in the trees and chatter amongst themselves. The monkey kid glanced at them and saw looks of concern on their faces. Why did they look… almost apologetic? What didn’t Wukong tell them?

The atmosphere livened up a bit once they actually met with the king. He seemed cheerful, and was wearing casual attire. He looked so much more approachable; a hot pink hoodie with a logo and the words, ‘Feelin’ Peachy’ in place of the armor they usually saw. Pigsy approached immediately and asked why the monkeys were acting off but the king brushed it off as, “They’re like that sometimes’ instead of giving a proper answer.

Inside of the sage's hut, he had already set everything up for a ‘Monkey King: The animated series’ binge; Bowls of chips were placed on the couch and there were bottles of drinks on the coffee table. Honestly, the oddest thing was when Wukong said he had a batch of peach treats in the oven.

The day went as planned for the most part. Everyone was enjoying themselves and Monkey King wasn’t even slightly offended by the jabs Mk and his friends made. He seemed to be in such a bright mood, nothing could bring it down. His successor was shocked when he started grooming him, but he relaxed into the comforting touch easily. The day just couldn’t get better.

Eventually, the treats were done and Wukong brought them out. There were two trays of twelve treats each. Definitely enough for the six people there. They were peach shaped snacks with graham cracker crust and peach pie filling. They definitely looked delicious!

Mk was the first to take one, but he forgot to let it cool down first, causing him to burn his tongue on the yummy treat. His mentor chuckled and mentioned that, "you gotta let it cool down first" before pulling the younger onto the couch with him and wrapping him with his tail.

Second was Mei, waiting for about a minute before taking one and blowing on it to cool it down. She was enraptured by the flavor and complimented the king, not noticing how his eyes shined with glee. Or maybe she did notice, but just couldn’t tell why it was there.

Third was Sandy, who ate one, hummed with delight, and washed it down with a sip of his tea. The sage was definitely pleased by this, for what reason, well… You probably read the description.

Anyways, number four was Pigsy, closely followed by Tang. Even their refined palettes had to admit the deliciousness! Wukong let out a chuckle at Tang’s satisfied smile and Pigsy’s backhanded, “I guess it’s okay..” The king’s grin could not be beat.

When he went to pick one up though, the one he grabbed was snatched by an uninvited guest. “Sorry, Monkey King. I just had to see what everyone was so happy about.” Macaque stated, taking a bite out of his and being shocked by how good it was. He glanced at Wukong, about to make a snarky comment, when he was stopped by the other’s eyes shining in delight. “What… What flavor are these again?” The shadow asked with suspicion and dread on his face.

“Peach. Obviously. It’s my favorite fruit!” The sage responded, his smile not dampened when the darker monkey jerked away from him.

“What?...” Macaque muttered, glancing around the room before his eyes landed on Mk. “Kiddo.. Please tell me you didn’t have any!” He sounded distressed.

The monkey kid said, “I had one first. What’s wrong?” with concern for the other.

The black furred monkey jerked his eyes to all of them; Each one filling his face with more concern until he gripped his head and looked down. “Stupid. Stupid!” He berated himself, hitting his hands against his head. “I should have warned you!”

Mk tried to get up and approach but the Monkey King’s grip was too strong. “Warned us about what?” He asked, glancing at his mentor. Still smiling. Never even wavered.

Macaque seemed nearly hesitant, with dread in his eyes, but he worked up the courage to say it. “Never trust Wukong’s peaches.”

The king laughed, laughed, at the warrior’s dismay. “C’mon, Macaque! Longevity peaches never hurt anyone!” The rest of the room fell still. Mk could feel his throat close up. “After all, I made all of them immortal! They aren’t gonna lose each other! They’ll be fine!” The king held his successor closer as the younger processed the statement.

It was true. If those peach treats made them immortal, all of Mk’s friends were immortal too. A lot of dread still lingered despite that though. Maybe it was because he would still watch everyone else die, even if everyone in that room was now safe. Mk might not have had a biological family to speak of, but his friends sure did!

He glanced at Mei, panic clear on her face even though she was covering her mouth. What would her family think? What are they gonna do to Wukong? The image of Mei growing up and watching her family die flashed in Mk’s mind as he shifted his gaze to Sandy.

Sandy, the gentle giant, friend of the forest, and team therapist… looked like he was gonna cry. How would he handle that? He already had so much survivor's remorse from his time on the battlefield, and now he was gonna deal with that sort of thing every time anyone dies in their fights. Immortality is no picnic. Wukong was the one to tell him that, so why did he do this?

Then there were his parents. Pigsy was holding a crying Tang in his arms with so much fear in his eyes. He knew them. He knew they got attached to people easily. Pigsy, shockingly enough, became friends with a lot of his regulars. Mr. Tang was also friends with half his class. Knowing how much they would mourn- Hey! When did Mk start crying?

Tears fell from his eyes as he came to the realization that- he was still in Wukong’s arms! He tried to pry the demon monkey's arms off, but he just tightened his grip even more. He glanced up at his face and saw that- that he was still grinning! Like he didn’t know how much pain he was gonna make them go through! Mk started desperately trying to escape his mentor’s hold, but it only got tighter, and tighter, until- “Why are you tryin’ to run, bud? I’m not gonna hurt you or nothing.”

The sage finally looked around and he scoffed- Fucking scoffed!- at everyone’s faces of betrayal and fear. “I can’t believe you all! I worked my ass off to get those peaches and yet none of you look thankful. Really rude, y’know!” He said, like they were the ones acting off.

“Wukong, Wukong! What have you done?!” Macaque asked, incredulously. “I know you don’t wanna lose them but- but this is too far! They have families! Friends, outside of each other! And yet, you think they’re the ones who are in the wrong?!” He sounded angry yet terrified at the thought.

The stone monkey seemed to consider the statement for a moment before saying, “If they were close with those people, they would talk about them! Honestly, I can get more! I mean- not too many or I’ll raise suspicion, but I doubt they have that many friends.” as though he couldn’t comprehend their emotions.

He probably couldn’t, honestly. The rest of that night was a blur for Mk; mainly consisting of tug of war, with him as the tug rope, but no one could overpower the great sage. Even if Macaque came close, he still couldn’t rip the king’s cub from his arms. Mk was too out of it to even realize he had shifted into monkey form, and that's without even starting on fighting back! He only came to realize what had happened after; when the king was holding him close and whispering comforting words, the thought crossed the wrong person’s mind.

“What have I done?”

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Alright! Please tell me if you liked it; if you didn't. It would really help out. Also, feel free to make whatever you want in this AU! Just make sure to credit me if you do! I'd love to see whatever you all make!

Have fun, and happy scrolling!

#lego monkie kid #Lego monkey kid #dad wukong #Ish #Not really #Yandere Wukong #Does this count as yandere?#obsessive behavior #ClingPeaches AU #it's midnight #I'm tired #LMK #LMK AU

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hypersonic04 · 8 months

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I honestly can't get enough of teacher Ross and I'd love a little blurb of maybe the two of them getting spotted in public together - out of school hours! - and maybe some kids at school, older boys, probably thinking they can 'blackmail' Ross into giving them good grades or they'll spill the beans or starting rumours which Ross overhears himself or getting hauled in by the head who has heard.

Or something similar where it's a lockdown/home schooling sitch and the two of them are holed up together and pupils start to notice little clues, like the same mug being spotted in Ross's Zoom lesson, then the next day she has it, or the same picture on the wall behind. Or basically any other way they're forced to come clean when people put 2 and 2 together.

Also, one where teacher girlie has some girls in her 6th Form class who clearly have a crush on Mr MacDonald too and she just loves overhearing them gossiping over how good he looks, guessing what colour shirt he'll be wearing next and bickering over whether his hair is nicer up or down. She has to resist agreeing with them out loud.

hi anon! these are such great ideas!

I think for the first one, maybe you're just having a bit of a 'running errands' day, you know, picking up a birthday present for someone, maybe taking some clothes back, etc. You've stopped for food, and you're kind of just stood together in the queue at a Costa or something, laughing at something he's said, him smiling down at you, and a group of boys from your school walk in. Like you said, they're a bit older, Ross talks to them about football and has a bit of banter with them when they're in his class, so they come over and they're immediately teasing him for it (maybe it's the same boys that said he didn't have the guts to ask you out all those months ago), so he's laughing a bit when they're all like 'finally got the bottle to ask her out, sir?'. They leave you both with a quick 'give me an A on that test, Mr Macdonald! Imagine if we told everyone we'd seen you out with Miss!'. Like yeah, they're laughing and joking, but Ross kind of rolls his eyes at the thought of it. Anyways, like you said, the rumours circulate (like they have done for a while, actually), and the head teacher just gives a little word to Ross - 'you and Miss y/l/n are together, I've heard?'. Ross goes all smiley, hand on the back of his neck as he's all like 'uh, yeah, we are'. I don't think it's an issue at all, all of your colleagues really like you both, so they're just happy for you!I love love love the idea of the second one. Maybe you're wearing the same sweater he'd worn in his lesson that morning, and like you said with the backgrounds, maybe the same office on some days. It's a sure giveaway and the kids are all giggly about it. It always makes you laugh when you can hear him in another room on staff meetings.

I love the last idea! Yeah, like you said, they're sixth form girls and I think you're just covering the lesson for the day, getting on with some marking whilst they 'revise' (talk about their plans for the weekend with coloured pens in hand). The minute they get onto the conversation of teachers they find attractive, you know where this is going, trying to suppress your smile when they bring him up. Like you said anon, they start discussing his hair, and you're mentally agreeing or disagreeing with their observations. You want to chip in so bad, but obviously you don't. They're talking about how he's wearing the pinstripe shirt today (one you'd picked out when you'd laid in his bed that morning, watching him walk round the bedroom in his boxers, your cheeks are pink at the thought), and it takes everything in you not to giggle.

#the 1975 #ross macdonald #1975 band #fanfic #matty healy #adam hann #george daniel #matty the 1975 #asks #teacher ross

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baalzebufo · 1 year

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A short piece of writing, from the perspective of Chip Revvington. A diary entry about dreams and fears.

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ENTRY DATE: [REDACTED]

FILE ACCESS RESTRICTED. USER ACCESS REQUEST: [REVVINGTON, CHIP.]

ACCESS GRANTED.

LOADING [dreamdiary.txt]

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So.

This all started when I was talking to Misty. She mentioned these 'dreams' she's been having, and I asked her about it. Said I think I'd been having them myself. She got all excited about that. Told me it might help me to write them down. To remember, or something. I don't see her that excited very often. So I figure I could at least humor her suggestion.

Who knows, maybe it’ll help. I’ll try anything at this point.

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It starts outside the office. It's quiet, kind of overcast- the sort of day I’d usually love but I just have this feeling in my circuits that something isn't right. I walk in, past the secretary- doesn’t even look at me, but she never does- the elevator is down. Of course. I take the stairs.

It's the longer, irritating route to my office, and it means passing through the other cubicles. Actually seeing the other suits who work here. And everyone there seems so jumpy. I know they're scared of me, but… it feels different. Worse than usual. It starts grating on me. A few flights up, I get frustrated. What’s gotten into them? So I ask some Yesman cowering by the oil cooler what the big deal is.

He looks right through me. Doesn't even hear me. Nobody does. I move up the stairs, try a few other offices. It's like… I'm some kind of ghost. Nobody sees or hears me.

It's… the dread sets in, then. Panic, a little. I run up more flights of stairs than they ever built in that office to get to mine. Burst the door down to get to the bottom of all this.

I'm sat in my chair.

Well… it's not me. I'm me. But a second me is sat there, working. Writing out pink slips methodically. Doesn't even glance up when I shout at him. I walk up, I'm yelling then- I don’t remember what I said. Something cruel, probably. I shove the papers off the desk. He looks up.

Have you ever… do you know what it's like? Looking into your own face like that? Knowing it's not really you? It's…

He stands up, and we're eye to eye. I feel like I can't move. He speaks in my voice.

'We don't need you anymore.'

It's not my voice. Well, it is… But it's hollow. Something's missing. I know what I should sound like, and that... isn't it. It’s hard to describe how I know, but I just... something deep inside me knows. He reaches out. Grabs my neck.

It's only a second of hesitation and I'm against the desk and he's over me, and I can see his eyes are blank. There's nothing behind them. Nobody. And I…

I'm scared. I'm honestly scared for my life. Like... like I haven’t been for years. His blade's whirring and it's close enough to see my reflection in it- the real me, I mean. Wide-eyed and terrified.

'They want me, not you.'

And he just leans closer.

'They never wanted you.'

I… I know what he means. And I realize he's not some imposter or clone or… whatever, made to mess with me. He is me. He's the part of me they brought out on purpose. Just to fix their damn sinking profits. The me they stripped all of me out of. All the things I used to like doing… my friends, my hobbies, even little things I did on the job. Not necessary. Not efficient enough.

It's the empty version of me. The one they want. Just the Chainsaw Consultant.

I think I pass out then, sometime before his blade strikes mine. I don't think he kills me, or anything. Why would he? If he was there, then… he'd already won.

Wouldn’t make sense to kill a ghost.

I guess I wonder, if that happened… would there still be a version of me in there, somewhere? Wandering around like a dream and watching behind my own eyes. Not able to stop it. Not able to scream.

I wonder then, if that would be the real me. Or if that would even matter anymore.

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Misty was wrong. I don't think writing it down helped at all. All it did was make me remember more. But it's not like I could forget it, even if I tried.

After all, I see that monster in the mirror every day.

#chip revvington #chainsaw consultant #toontown corporate clash #ttcc #toonblr #hi so. ive been writing chip in a RP chat and i wanted to make myself sad #hes such fertile ground for some of my favourite Sad Tropes #SORRY CHIP ILU !!

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thedawningofthehour · 8 months

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didn't you say you were making Draxum's house in the sims? Did you ever finish? :(

So I whined about this on my main blog, but I'm having issues with my computer. The power port, and I've noticed this for a while, gets extremely hot whenever I try to run anything more intensive than Powerwash Simulator, and the past few months it's become harder and harder to get it to charge. (I'm not overclocking or anything-I bought this computer for gaming and made sure it had the specs to run shit like my heavily modded Skyrim and Fallout, it should be able to run Sims) I contacted Acer about a repair and they quoted me over eight hundred dollars. The actual computer was about 1200-1300, for comparison. There's other issues with it as well-there's a chip on the screen that's really obvious on a white background, and they advertised that it would support a second hard drive, but it's never recognized the one I bought. The power port is the most grievous though, and power ports on laptops are notoriously hard to repair.

And this computer isn't old. I bought it last spring. Less than a year and a half-and I've barely been gaming on it because I've been writing this, so I spent over a thousand dollars on a turtles fanfiction machine essentially. (there's been other reasons, depression funk caused a complete disinterest in gaming and after so many mass shootings I've started feeling guilty whenever playing games with guns, but writing is mostly what I've been using this expensive gaming PC for) I only had the one-year warranty that came with the computer, but honestly I can't find it in myself to regret that too much because I have never once had a company actually honor a warranty. It's like safety deposits on apartments or insurance claims-they'll do everything they can to weasel out of doing what they're supposed to.

So back to your question-I currently don't trust my computer to run the Sims. Or anything else. And I can afford to buy another gaming PC right now, but it would be financially pretty irresponsible. I returned the tablet I bought to draw with, and I think I'm going to get one of those two-in-one laptop/tablets so I can use it for drawing and writing. Maybe I'll be able to run the Sims 4 on that-it doesn't have to run great, I use it mostly as a building simulator. Kind of sucks though, Crusader Kings 3 came out with another expansion pack and the new Cities Skylines is coming out this fall, plus I've been getting a hankering to play Skyrim again.

But enough about my computer woes, I do think I have some screenshots I could show...

First floor, I apparently took these during the first round of building because I made a lot of changes. The lab is way bigger now, and I have the rest of the house shell done. The blank space in the back right is where I was going to put in the multi-story room where the turtles find the weapons-which is probably the least completed part of the entire house because holy hell the building controls do not want to work with me.

But in the back left you can see Cass and Gale's rooms! :)

I do like how the main hallway turned out. I know it was mostly destroyed on Creation Day, but let's just say Draxum redid it in the same style. The middle picture, that's the little storage room that hides the door to the part of the house where Gale's room is. If you know the Sims you can tell where the secret door is.

And yes, I know the half-walls under the stairs look ridiculous, I've fixed it since then. I couldn't just extend the half-wall all the way back because it would delete the upper staircase, for some reason.

I'm pretty proud of how the living room is turning out. Could be a little bigger, but the symmetry of the bookshelves are just too perfect. (also the curved walls get fussy, FUCK CURVED WALLS) Needs some clutter on the mantle though.

The kitchen no longer looks like this, I moved around a lot of the pictures and added another layer of cabinets, because Draxum probably has like six sets of fine china he's received as gifts throughout the years and refuses to part with. I added more retro-looking décor, because the last time he remodeled this room was in the sixties and I wanted it to look a little old-fashioned. I also imagine he refuses to get an electric stove, saying his mystic wood-burning stove works just fine. I tried to work a pantry in, but it didn't really pan out. (lol) And the more I think about it, he probably has a legit larder somewhere in the basement, since Draxum is from a time before refrigeration and would have grown up storing food in underground cellars. (and he deffo has like several years worth of food stored away, he's pretty much a doomsday prepper)

This is also incidentally the layout of the kitchen at my old house, hence the weird octagon dining area. Except we had windows. With no curtains. In the woods. It was unsettling to cook at night.

Draxum's study is bigger now, and I think I added a fireplace? He absolutely has eight bazillion degrees and awards and he puts them ALL on his wall. He earned that shit, dammit.

His bedroom's nothing to write home about. It's comfortable, not luxurious. There's no electric lights because he prefers candlelight.

Just imagine that white bathroom counter stained with pink splotches from Draxum's hair dye.

I had BARELY done anything with the pool, but as you can see it is indeed a tank. Draxum was planning to keep a mutant or something in there.

I was actually in the process of redoing the entire greenery lol, but I think I did an okay job on 1.0. Not the mason jar lamps though, I'm not sure what I was thinking there.

Some pictures of Lab 1.0. The ooze-vine-thing looks terrible; I straight up haven't even started to recreate it in 2.0. I pushed back Draxum's alchemy area and gave him an actual medical bay in the back, which is where The Table would have been located.

That's mostly Gale's area on the left, I think it still broadly looks this way? I didn't put in stuff like the robotics table because it just looked silly-and besides, we're not actually playing this build. We know Galois only needs two hands and a welder to make a robot.

I will leave you off with a slightly more clutterfied Gale's room! Oh, but also, I GOT PURPLE CC CURTAINS FOR HIM. :D After I took this picture, but just know he has them now. He has no reason to have them because he does not have a window, but I'm happy for him.

#okay i did not intend to spend an hour doing this #i was gonna post the next chapter tonight but i don't think that's going to be happening no #not much of a surprise it needed a lot of work and i've been dragging my heels on it #doth asks

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balloonboyismyson · 1 year

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A Brush on a Vanity (Roxy x Reader oneshot)

You are an assistant to the Freddy Fazbear Mega PizzaPlex's band and hold some serious feelings to Roxy. One night while you are saying good night to everyone, Roxy asks for a favour that you will cry happily every night thinking about for the rest of your life.

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Roxy was… perfect. Well, in your eyes, anyway. You remember it so clearly- the day you’d seen her for the first time. She was a straight A attention-grabber with her gorgeous eyes and pristine hair, dancing her heart out on stage with her keytar in hand. It was hard to tell if you wanted to be her, or you wanted something you never thought too hard about.

When the position as the band’s assistant had opened up, you didn’t hesitate to send in your resume. It was a brutal two weeks, but when the phone call came in to ask for an interview, you honestly almost cried. You were so excited to start working for everyone, but most importantly, her.

She wasn’t quite what you were expecting, but you supposed no one was. Roxy was much more self conscious than the persona she gave off. She cared a lot about her looks and often brushed her hair, whether it be with a brush or her claws. At first you had thought it was just a nervous habit, and it probably was, but she also wanted to always look presentable.

No one was allowed to touch her hair, not even staff meant for keeping her looking sharp. She’d let you re-touch her paint if she got chipped, but only if she was unable to reach the area, and that was as far as you could go.

It was never a problem, though, because you understood her boundaries and you respected them, unlike others. She often lashed out at employees for overstepping, something she was yelled at about time and time again. Monty was threatened with decommissioning over being a jackass in general, but Roxy had been warned multiple times due to threatening staff members.

You’d been called a “suck-up” by certain coworkers for being so gentle with her, but they were easily ignorable. You got to work with her and were at least tolerated by her, so as far as you’re concerned, you fuckin’ win.

You helped the band from 8AM to 8PM. It may have been 12 hours, but honestly, it was pretty manageable. Sometimes, if the place wasn’t so busy towards clock-out time, you stayed a little longer to chat to everyone. You didn’t get paid more, obviously, but that was fine.

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Freddy was always love to talk to. He was so sweet, and it was always so nice to be able to have a conversation with him before going home. He, however, was only the first on your list to visit. Next was your beautiful star, Roxy. You briefly considered seeing her at the end, but it was easier to just go in order.

The only thing you could focus on was your heart thumping in your chest as you walked towards her door. She had asked the first several times you went to see her if you were okay, but you were always honest and told her you were happy to see her. Her worry every time was replaced by a sly smile and a new cockiness to her mood.

You knocked on her door after taking a second to cool down, and you could hear a brush being placed down alongside her loud stomps. Her door slid open, revealing a big smile across her face. Her mouth couldn’t quite actually smile, but she could smile with her eyes, and man was it beautiful. “Hey, ya made it! Come in so I can tell ya about one of today’s birthday parties!” Roxy’s voice was filled with excitement, her voice growling slightly with the intensity of how she spoke. “Ooo!!! Tell me, I’m all ears!”

The two of you sat down on her plush couch and got to talking like you hadn’t seen each other in years. She spoke about the events of today and you listened intently, nodding along to let her know you’re focused on her. It’s so adorable, she always basically flails her hands as she talks. It’s a losing battle, but you’ve been trying so hard not to adopt her mannerisms. Sometimes while you’re talking, someone’ll high-five you mid conversation and totally throw you off. The idea of making Roxy stop by interfering with her hands is something you will never do…

…unless you’re doing it because you want to hold her hand(paw?) because she is so lovely. The mere idea of holding her paw makes your face go red. You have accidentally touched her before and you were instantly infatuated with how fluffy she was. Had she been a closer friend, you’d have hugged her as tight as you could.

It was impossible to stop the ever-growing smile on your face. Her voice was so nice to listen to, almost like white noise. She seemed pleased with your smile and continued to talk about her day until she ran out of information to share. The two of you sat there in silence for a beat or two before she looked away and down. Her hands balled into fists as she closed her legs tighter than before. She often tried to hide behind a mask of ego when she got shy, so seeing her be somewhat antsy was a surprise.

“Hey,” Roxy’s voice was low, rumbly and somewhat quiet, “can you do somethin’ for me?” You looked at her with genuine curiosity. “Of course, whatever you need!” She lifted her head and while still looking away from you, she got up and went over to her vanity. She picked something up and made her way back towards the couch. Sitting uncomfortably and slowly looking at you, she held her hand out and you instinctively did the same. Her eyes were trained on the glass behind you as she placed the item into your hand- a brush.

You looked up at her confused. Her ears pinned back as she moved her gaze to her slightly quivering hands in her lap. “Could.. you please… brush me- my hair?” Your eyes opened wide, sparkling with the words that are now swirling in your head. “I get to brush your hair? I do?”

“J-just because the back of my head’s hard to reach!” Her arms were tightly squished together against her chest and her eyes were slammed shut as she said it. Your mouth curled into a huge smile again and your heart started beating even faster than it was. “I-I would love to! Thank you!” It came out like you were thanking her for letting you brush her hair, but honestly, that’s what it was.

She seemed like she regretted the request immediately after asking because she realized her tail started wagging when you said yes. The sight made you feel so ecstatic to be here with her right now. You stared at each other before she remembered that in order to brush her hair, she needed to turn around. She did so quickly, grabbing her tail in the process. “Would you like me to brush your tail, too?” It was an innocent question on your part, but the idea would have flushed her cheeks had she had the capability.

“N-no! No thanks!” She yelped as she waved her hands intensely in front of her face. You forced down a chuckle and replied “Okay!” to her.

Before you placed the brush to her head, “I’m gonna start now, okay?” came from your lips. Roxy seemed to stiffen as you asked. She hadn’t expected you to let her know what you were doing, but she did as close to a sigh as possible- she knew she should have. “‘Kay.” Was all she could get out, but with the new permission, you started down her locks. You had assumed it would be an easy task anyway due to how good of care she takes of it, but just to be safe, you start from the bottom anyway.

You placed your hand under her hair as you began to brush her. Her hair was really soft, somehow softer than her body. Tonight was the luckiest you had ever felt. Sitting here with your favourite animatronic, sitting in her room brushing her hair. You continued up her hair, brushing as lightly as you could as to not risk ripping any strands out.

It’s like you predicted- her hair was already perfect, not a single snarl to be found. Still, you brushed through all of it multiple times. Each time your brush approached the top of her head, her ears parted to the sides, almost like she could sense your hand was trying to get in-between them and she needed to give you as much space as possible to brush. She may have been holding it, but her tail continued to wag as much as it could with each passthrough.

You made sure to brush against her head as well, and each time you did her tail wagged even faster. Towards the end, had you not known she was an animatronic, you’d have thought she was asleep. She had seemed so peaceful, it was upsetting when you knew her hair was too soft to brush through anymore.

“How was that, was it okay?” It was just brushing hair, but you felt like if she didn’t enjoy it your life would be ruined. “T-Thank you.” Was all she could utter. She turned around to face you, and she looked at you with such big puppy eyes. Your face flushed again at seeing her look <em>so adorable.</em> “H-huh? Why’re you looking at me like that?”

Before you could tell what was happening, she pulled you close to her in a tight hug. “That was… nice… thank you.” Seeing how happy she was was enough to pin-point this as the best night of your life, and you hoped more nights like this would come again.

#Roxy sb #Roxy Security Breach #Roxy x Reader #Roxy x Y/N #Roxy FNaF #Roxy Five Nights at Freddy's #FNaF #Five Nights at Freddy's #FNaF SB #Five Nights at Freddy's Security Breach #writing

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notquitejiraiya · 7 months

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8 YEARS

Last year, I wrote my first yearly recap after having been inspired by a tradition set by the wonderful @unioncolours each year. That recap contained an array of fics and thoughts and inspirations after the insane year for me that was 2022. It was a huge year for me in terms of many things. Shortly after my last recap, I got a master’s degree and officially became an engineer, something that honestly spurred on my creative drive. While studying for that degree, I had my coolest year of writing in a while: as you know from the last recap, if you read it, I wrote 9/10, Love Means Nothing (which, yes, will be finished in time, don’t worry), and most importantly, I wrote Strangers.

Most importantly, I say, because the entirety of 2023 would ultimately hinge upon what Strangers began. But that is something we’ll come to in time.

Be warned, this will be long, but if you'd like to read about my last year, please do keep reading below :)

Before we begin with the majority of this essay, I wanna give a shoutout to the lost soul of the year that is Traditions. It wasn’t long and it wasn’t hugely exciting, but it kickstarted this year in terms of fic posting, even if only on Tumblr, and it was a cute one. I always love a little challenge like those from a gift exchange, and it’s always nice to give a gift. I hope it was nice to read, too!

But, starting on the meaty stuff, I think it’s important that I address the two constants throughout the history of this blog. The first, which comes as no surprise to any, is ShikaTema: the most important ship to ever exist, to me, and the heart of some of the most wonderful experiences I’ve had throughout my fandom life. The second constant is a topic explored in a lot of Shikamaru-based content across the fandom and one that I will never tire of.

That second constant is chess.

The game of chess is something very special to me. The first day I met my partner, we played chess against one another for hours (and I lost - the only time he’s beaten me, actually). My best friend, who introduced us that day, gave me a rook keyring that I have kept on my house keys ever since, whether I’ve lived in my home town, another city, or now even in another country entirely. My favourite musical - one of the things I connect to my father best with - centres around chess, its politics, and its capacity for obsession. And probably the most important fic on this blog to date obviously takes its name from the game.

I have no doubt that most people who follow me, especially those of you here on Tumblr, discovered my writing as a result of Chess, either by reading it or maybe through the incredible art which that fic was lucky enough to receive. It was so special and personal to me to write, and while it’s certainly no longer my best work as an author, I’m still immensely proud and pleased with how it resonated with people. I think, so far, it is the most beloved thing I’ve written, at least to others.

But something that always bothered me about Chess was how little chess there actually was in it. Sure, there were a couple of scenes where chess was played, but there was more flower arranging and fish and chips than there was time sitting across a chessboard. It felt almost like a wasted opportunity to write about Shikamaru being a chess whizz and doing next to nothing with the skill. I couldn’t let the idea die. In many of my older stories — Tumblr-only stories — Shikamaru plays chess (or shogi) or inspires Shikadai or Temari to do the same. But nowadays, it feels like it has all been leading up to right now and to the monster that 2023 has birthed.

When I came to write Strangers in 2022, an idea came to me as just a little easter egg. That idea was that, in the Strangers universe, Temari’s husband would be a world-class chess player, and she, too, would have an equally worldwide job. It sort of naturally followed that Temari, too, could be a chess player; what she might lack in terms of natural strategic prowess, she more than makes up for in drive and ruthlessness, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned about chess players in my life, it’s that they hate to lose. Temari 101, methinks. As I made my way through writing Strangers, that fact nipped at my brain tirelessly until, before I knew it, I had a 30k outline and, by association, a goal for what 2023 would be for me as a writer.

2023 would be the year of Grandmaster.

I’ve always been more of a character writer than a plot writer. I think perhaps that’s one of the reasons I’m drawn to writing AUs over canon works; to me, while writing, it’s more interesting to explore how an existing character would behave in a totally alien environment to their canon one, and Grandmaster is this year’s attempt at that.

I mention this because, while I call Grandmaster (GM) a ShikaTema fic, it is, first and foremost, a fic about Temari. Shikamaru is there — of course, he is — and he plays a crucial role in so many of the elements of her life within the story. But the story is unequivocally hers. We see what Temari sees, focus on what Temari focuses on, suffer through Temari’s delusions of her own self-importance, and feel the weight of the expectations put upon her. It’s an exploration of the weight of ambition that’s not necessarily your own, and it has gutted me to write more than Chess ever did.

I don’t have enough delusion of my own self-importance to yet write and publish an essay on this story, why I’ve written it, and how it feels to write it, but there are a few points that I have to voice in this yearly reflection because they’re so crucial to my last year as a writer and online.

You will hear me sing the praises of my friend Bex to the ends of the Earth. While we share a name, we have very different approaches to writing, and we often tell quite different stories, but she is truly responsible for inspiring me to write Temari-centric stories. 100%. If you are reading this and somehow haven't read what I truly consider to be the greatest ShikaTema fic of all time (no one cries for unknown soldiers), follow that link, read it right now, and then come back a changed individual. And you will be changed, I promise, because it changed me on an almost chemical level with its power. Everything you write, Bex, has that power, and it is extraordinary and frankly terrifying in the most incredible way.

I had already started GM by the time you began releasing When I am Gorgeous, but holy fuck, if that didn’t spur me on. The character growth and arcs in those stories are something to behold and something I strive for. With that in mind, the first point of this writing reflection is a thank you to Bex specifically, without whom I wouldn’t have had nearly as much fun writing as I’ve had this last year, and I wouldn’t be sitting where I’m sitting as I write this. So thank you - a hundred times over and more. I am honoured to share a corner of the internet (and a name) with you, my ‘rival’. Thank you.

The second point is another thank you. This time to @clumsydragon28, who is again a dear friend and without whom GM wouldn’t be what it is. From support in DMs to insane and phenomenal essay-like analysis in comment sections, you are outrageously inspiring to em and others and there aren’t words for my gratitude for that. But, as you already know, there are elements of GM and what is to come after GM that exist only because of you and your own beautiful writing and stories. I will refrain from spoiling the joys of the latter chapters of Plié — another absolute must-read where the love and joy of an art form ooze from every word and captivate you with their wholesomeness and beauty — but it helped me find the missing piece at the end of GM that lets me tie it up with a bow, and ultimately set into motion the fic that will follow. I can’t thank you enough, truly, but thank you.

Having thanked those who frankly made it happen, I’ll get on with the writing-specific stuff. No spoilers, but it will be a little self-indulgent so bear with me.

I’ll start with something kind of trivial. GM is my first real time writing OCs in a fanfic as more than a passing reference. It doesn’t have many because I like to bring in canon characters where applicable. But sometimes that’s not viable, and I’m not about to force some character into a hole they don’t fit into because I hate when other people do that, so Danya and Mischa kind of had to happen. And I’ve had a really fun time writing them. It’s not uploaded yet, but there’s a chapter coming soon that’s quite focused around Mischa, and I think it’s some of my best writing in the whole story, and so GM has kind of gotten me over my fear of OCs. Nobody’s complained about their existence, and they’ve made the story more complete. A lesson learned, for sure.

Secondly, it’s no secret that I really like Rasa. Do I think he’s a wanker? Yes. Do I think hating him for what happened canonically is valid? Also, yes. Do I think that there’s nuance to his character that is often disregarded or forgotten? Absolutely. And, as a result of that, do I think he’s criminally underutilised in fics? Fuck yeah, I do.

So GM has a lot of Rasa. More than I initially intended when I began writing it, actually. He’s there pretty much all the time — if he’s not in the scene, he’s probably influencing what’s going on in it either directly or via years of impressionable behaviours. And it’s been really interesting to write that. Challenging, for sure, because I have to keep in line with all the relationships set out in Strangers and realistically make them come to a head where they do. And challenging in the sense that it doesn’t feel good to write some of the things that Rasa has to say in this story.

There have been a few times in my 8 years as a fanfic author where I’ve written something and actually felt violently emotional after having done so, but GM has given me a fair few of those moments, specifically as a result of Rasa. I won’t say which moments they are, partly because the expectation of how one is ‘supposed’ to feel consuming anything takes away the authenticity, I feel, but I wonder if when people read his dialogue in certain chapters — some already up, and some soon to come — they will feel the same as I did writing them. It’s an interesting thought I’ve never had the opportunity or time to really consider until GM, and one I am sure I will consider more going forward.

Speaking of Rasa and the link in relationships, I don’t know if I’ve even officially said in this recap that GM is the prequel to Strangers. I’ve never written a prequel before, but it’s a unique experience. It’s like working from the end to the beginning; it feels wrong and yet makes perfect sense. Keeping the sibling relationships in line with Strangers is really fun, honestly. Writing that fic, I had little opportunity to just write the three of them having fun or being loving in traditional ways, and I had zero opportunity to utilise Yashamaru.

Writing this fic, Yashamaru has been everywhere, and he has become one of my most beloved characters.

I have nothing else to say on that, I just wanted to give it it’s own line. He’s played a big part of warming my hear this year, and I love him.

Finally, I feel like this fic has really brought out the introspective beast within me. Introspection has always been my forte, but it’s really taken the reins this time. In some ways, I’m quite annoyed with myself for it and for being word and long-winded. I’ve always had the biggest respect for those who can say what they want to say concisely, and I have never been one of those people.

That’s the goal for the 9th year of notquitejiraiya, for sure, and I plan to do so with a fic in the same universe as has captivated me these last 2 years, this time with the focus on Shikadai. Shikadai will be a new challenge for me, too, especially a grown up Shikadai, and I'm excited to try and tell his story, concisely and without even half the discontentment present in both GM and Strangers lol. We deserve some cheerfulness and range here at NQJ Ltd.

But at the same time, I’m proud of the way I write and the way I express myself and the characters within my story. I think I’m quite good at following a train of thought in a realistic way — not quite to the level of my idol, Mr Alex Garland, but I’ve time to learn — and by being Temari-centric, GM has let me into Temari’s head and let me run havoc her thoughts. I’ve received multiple comments on GM about how it’s somewhat frustrating not to have Shikamaru’s point of view, and while I get why: no thanks.

This is Temari’s story. There will be some moments we see through other’s eyes, certainly, but I’m of the opinion that if we saw both sides of GM, it would be far more frustrating. This story will span ten years and for me, it’s an exercise in writing someone piecing together parts of their life during that time into something worth living and figuring things out as they go. In life, while you might get to hear what the people around you think from what they say and how they act, you don’t get the privilege of seeing inside their heads. Neither does Temari, and by association, neither do you. I hope it pays off in the end; I’ll be proud regardless.

But enough about Becks the writer. Something pretty insane happened for Becks the human being last month, something that she’s not completely over. I live in Finland now. I’m learning Finnish, and I’m on Master’s degree number 2 (yes, I am addicted to learning, do not judge me). I have, frankly, no time to write, but am I going to do it anyway? Of course I am. I can’t stop myself, even if I tried. Not to mention, the pressure of my first MSc gave me Strangers, and I’m not going to resist if the 2nd brings on something equally fun.

Another constant this year for Becks the human, that I am certain my friends must be sick and tired of, is The Brothers Karamazov. I bought myself that book as a treat for finishing my exams in 2022 and have been slowly chugging through it for the last year. I’m sure it comes as no surprise with my wordy introspective tendencies that I love a classic, and I think it’s quite fun that I’ve somewhat accidentally aligned reading this particular classic alongside falling into the Bungo Stray Dogs fandom and, even more fun, aligned with writing GM. Two wildly different stories of trios of Russian siblings. These trios – they follow me around, I swear! But jokes aside, I have only 98 pages left of this almost 1000 page beast, and it feels like the end of an era. Never in my life have I seen characters as humans more effectively, and never have I felt more inspired to make sure the characters that I write appear human, too.

But like I say, being wordy is my weakness. The evidence is in this almost 3k ramble alone. There are so many more things I could say, and maybe once I’ve finished GM and it’s all published and tied up with a bow, I might share those thoughts, too.

But for now, I must say thank you to the 8th notquitejiraiya year for being so memorable, despite my blog and my ao3 page having ‘little’ to show for it by way of variety. The 9th year will be a good one, I’m sure, and I enter it with incredible friends — authors and otherwise — and the will (of fire) to improve.

And become more concise. That’s job no1.

Thank you all for playing a part in the last 8 years, whether we’re close or we’ve never spoken. Your time means the world, and I hope you have an incredible day / night / life.

Becks x

#8 years #holy mother of #how has it been 8 years #thanks for sticking around #heres to hoping year 9 is a banger

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fortheloveofwonderland · 2 years

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Me & You & Everyone We Know | Chapter 2 | S.R

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A/N - title and lyrics from a song by Bruno Mars.

Chapter Summary - Spencer becomes instantly infatuated with you but his thoughts are put on hold when he has a disobedient daughter and argumentative ex-wife to deal with.

Pairing - Single Dad! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, smut in later chapters.

Content Warnings - mentions of divorce, disobedient teenager, strict dad Spencer, swearing, some suggestive topics, arguing, vague mentions of male masturbation.

Word Count - 5k

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Chapter 2 - Today My Life Begins

I will break these chains that bind me, happiness will find me,

Leave the past behind me, today my life begins.

A whole new world is waiting it's mine for the takin,

I know I can make it, today my life begins.

Spencer’s day had been consumed by thoughts of you. He managed to pull himself together to teach his classes but you were at the back of his mind all day.

He didn’t think someone had ever been stuck in his mind the way you were. In one brief meeting you’d taken up residence in his brain and were now living there indefinitely.

Thankfully his daughters didn’t notice he was preoccupied.

The next day he drove to work full of anticipation at the prospect of seeing you again.

He was hyper aware of everyone around him, taking second glances around in case he found you in a crowd.

But he knew he��d be able to easily pick you out of any group of people.

It wasn’t until he took a stroll to the coffee cart on campus after his morning class when he finally spotted you.

The sun had poked its way between a thick blanket of clouds and it was warmer than it had been as of late and you were taking advantage of that as you sat on a bench with your head buried in your book.

Your navy overcoat was bundled on the bench next to you and Spencer was glad he’d left his own jacket in his office.

His nerves betrayed him and his hands started to sweat as he crossed the courtyard towards you. And it had nothing to do with the temperature.

He was fascinated by the way you seemed to be lost in your book. You were in your own little world, blocking out everyone around you, lost in a land of the authors creating.

Your brow had a small crease in it and you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth in concentration. Every so often you’d dampen your finger on your tongue before turning the page.

Honestly, Spencer could have watched you all day. He was utterly captivated by you. He stood not six feet in front of you for some time, just observing your micro expressions.

You didn’t look up from the pages but you stunned him when you spoke.

“Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to join me?”

“I…uh…”

You glanced up at him with that glint in your eye that made his knees weak.

“Sit down, Doctor.” You closed your book and moved your coat aside before patting the bench.

He took a few breaths before moving closer and dropping down next to you.

“I’m sorry if it was weird of me staring like that. I’ve just never seen someone so deep in concentration before.”

“I have a lot of siblings, I had to learn to tune things out.” You shrugged with a smile. “How’s today treating you, Doctor Reid?”

“You can call me Spencer, you know?” He felt himself blushing a little because he really liked it when you called him Doctor. Probably too much. “And shouldn’t I be the one asking you how your day is going? Being new here and all?”

You mused on this a second, running your fingers up and down the spine of your book. Your nails were painted a dark grey shade and were a little chipped on a couple of the digits.

“It’s good. Professor Monroe is nice, I think he could teach me a lot. I’m actually working towards my doctorate in psychology so I’m hoping this will help.”

“I have a doctorate in psychology.” Spencer blurted out, very unjustly.

Your lips tugged up at the corners in amusement.

“It’s not a competition.” You smiled at him.

“I didn’t mean…I just…” Spencer mentally berated himself, forcing himself to take a deep breath. “I can help. If you need it. Not that you need it I’m sure but…I can. If you do.”

What is wrong with me?

He thought he’d long passed the stage of being awkward around pretty women but he supposed it had been a long time since he was single.

He’d never been good with women before he’d gotten married and now he’d been out of the game for thirteen years he was a disaster.

He tapped his foot on the ground trying to focus on that rather than his complete lack of social graces.

“I’ll bear that in mind.” You had a look of amusement on your features as though you knew the effect you were having on him.

Spencer had never felt like this before. He felt so unsure of himself, so utterly out of his comfort zone.

Spencer didn’t let himself stay in situations where he felt so in over his head. He shied away from social situations where he could, never went out of his way to make friends.

But here he was purposefully putting himself a new and scary situation in which he felt so utterly out of control.

“You should.” He nodded, playing with his hands in his lap.

You both fell into silence while Spencer continued to scold himself for being such an incredibly awkward human being.

You watched the side of his face. He had a very nice face, one that you could stare at for hours and not get bored of.

He wore the signs of age in the little creases around his eyes and forehead and he was starting to go a little grey around his hairline.

The dark circles under his eyes told you he’d seen his share of darkness. His obvious discomfort was a sign he wasn’t at ease around women.

“Can I ask you something?” You spoke after a while of silence.

He looked up from where he’d been staring at his foot bouncing up and down.

“Of course.”

“Why did you leave the BAU, if you don’t mind me asking? It seems like it would be such a fascinating place to work.”

Spencer chuckled softly if not slightly wistfully. He still missed the BAU but maybe not as much as he once did. It had been almost seven years since he left the bureau. He still yearned for it every now and again but he wouldn’t trade the time he got to spend with his girls for the world.

“It was. I loved working there and truthfully I never thought I’d leave.” He sighed a little, realising he hadn’t answered your question. “I left not long after my second daughter was born. I missed out on a lot with my first and I didn’t want to make that mistake again. It was hard to leave but I love my girls.”

You smiled at the way he lit up when he mentioned his kids but he noticed something passing by your eyes that didn’t match your smile.

Despite his years of profiling, he couldn’t tell what it was.

“How old are they?” You smiled because you really did want to hear about his kids.

But you couldn’t help but be disappointed because if he had kids, he probably had a wife too. Of course he did. He was beautiful and intelligent, of course he wasn’t single.

“Daisy’s thirteen going on twenty-one. And Lily is seven.” He beamed talking about his daughters, he always did.

“Cute ages.” You subtly scoped his hand.

No wedding ring. But not all men wore them.

“They’re the lights of my life, I swear.” He fawned. “So I left the BAU so I wouldn’t miss out on any more of their lives. And I’m thankful for this place, they let me curate my own hours so I can drop them off and pick them up from school everyday.”

Don’t say it. Don’t say it. For the love of god, don’t say it Y/N.

But you did.

“Your wife can’t do that?” You hated yourself for asking. It was so obvious what you were really asking.

But if Spencer realised, it didn’t show.

He averted his gaze again and rolled his lip between his teeth.

He hated talking about his ex at the best of times, let alone with you.

“I’m divorced. It’s a whole messy thing.” He spoke quietly. “I really don’t want to waste what precious time I have with you talking about her.”

You tried to hide the large smile that crept to your lips hearing that he was divorced. You shouldn’t be so happy to hear that, but at least it meant you might still stand a chance.

“What would you like to spend your precious time with me talking about, Doctor?” The flirtatiousness was dripping from your words but again if he noticed, it didn’t show.

“I would very much like to talk to you about taking you for dinner.” Spencer startled himself a little with his words. It wasn’t like him to be so bold.

He’d never once thought about dating since his separation despite Luke and Matt’s determination to have him do so. He’d never been inclined to put himself out there again.

So it surprised him to say the least that he’d actually said that out loud.

And what if you said no? How awkward would that be? And surely there was no way you’d actually say yes.

He tried to keep his cool and not start panicking before he’d given you a chance to respond but his brain was already running over the hundreds of bad outcomes to this.

“Well, I would-“ you started but were cut off by the sound of your phone alarm going off from inside your purse.

You quickly shut it off and stuffed it away again.

“Sorry, I have to get to my next class. Monroe can’t stand tardiness.” You pushed yourself up from the bench and slung your coat over your arm, smirking at Spencer playfully.

“You don’t even have time to say a simple yes or no?” He questioned you.

“I’d rather keep you in suspense.” Your eyes sparkled. “I’ll let you stew a bit. It’s more fun that way.”

Spencer couldn’t help but laugh as you winked at him before quickly turning on your heels and sauntering away.

He was mesmerised by the way your hips swung as you walked. You had a confidence about you that Spencer envied slightly. You held your head high and marched with the sort of self-assurance Spencer wished he possessed.

It was also the kind of assertiveness which Spencer found so undeniably attractive.

He kept his eyes on you until you’d disappeared from sight.

He was already hooked on you. And he was sure that couldn’t end well.

***

Spencer thought about nothing but you for the rest of the day again.

Even when he picked Daisy and Lily up from school you were still at the back of his mind.

He cooked dinner and helped the girls with their homework before he settled them in front of the TV while he graded papers in his office.

He put them to bed, read Lily a story she’d heard hundreds of times before but Daisy bypassed a story in lieu of one of her own.

She regaled her dad with a complete play by play of a fight that happened at school between two of the popular girls. She went into great detail about it, talking so fast Spencer could barely keep up.

But he nodded where appropriate and threw in a perfunctory “yeah?” every once in a while.

By the time she finished she was half asleep.

“So it means,” she stifled a yawn as Spencer tucked the sheets up to her chin. “Meredith is looking for a new BFF. And I could be it!”

“That is great sweetheart. I’m really pleased for you.” He kissed her forehead and stood up, backing away to the door.

Once in the corridor he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Teenagers are hard work. Was it too much to ask to keep Lily young and innocent forever?

He was exhausted so he took a shower and crawled into bed. His last thought was of you.

***

He was sipping his coffee at the island in the kitchen, perusing the newspaper while Lily ate a bowl of cereal and hummed to herself like she often did when she ate.

He checked his watch before folding the paper and slipping out of the chair.

“Daisy, if you don’t come down soon you won’t have time for breakfast!” He called upstairs, finishing off his coffee before placing his mug in the sink.

“I had breakfast, daddy!” Lily beamed brightly at him.

“I know you did, pumpkin. You’re such a good girl.” He came close to her and kissed her head before smoothing out the errant locks.

Lily was gifted his unruly curls. If he brushed them they doubled in size. If he left them, he looked like a bad parent for neglecting her.

While she finished eating he stood behind her and pulled the strands back off her face, using one of the hair ties usually around his wrist for such an occasion to tie her hair back into a ponytail.

It was better than nothing. He was a single dad, he tried his best.

Lily finished her cereal and he dumped the bowl in the sink with his mug before checking his watch again.

“Daisy, seriously? What are you doing up there?”

“I’m coming! Jeez dad.” Her voice carried back down stairs.

He lifted Lily from her chair and placed her on the floor and she ran to the door to get her shoes.

There was some clattering upstairs before he heard his eldest daughters unnecessarily loud footsteps on the stairs.

She ran straight past him to the door, clearly hiding something. He froze for a moment when he took her in, his blood turning to fire in his veins.

“Daisy,” he choked. “What are you wearing?”

“It’s called a skirt dad.” She still didn’t look at him while she got her sneakers on.

“Really? A skirt? I would consider that more of a belt. You are not leaving the house dressed like that.”

“Chill out dad. All the girls at my school dress like this.”

“I don’t care how the other girls dress. You are not leaving my house dressed like that.” He was trying to stay calm but he felt anything but.

“How do you expect me to be Meredith’s BFF if I don’t dress like this?” She finally turned to face him and Spencer nearly blew his lid entirely.

Her beautiful face was painted in heavy eyeshadow, mascara, a thick blush and bright lipstick.

She folded her arms over her chest and Spencer had to count to ten in his head before he spoke or he would say something he regretted.

“What is that on your face?” He spoke through grit teeth.

“Make-up.” She huffed.

“Where did you get make-up? You’re thirteen!”

“All the girls are wearing make-up.” She rolled her eyes.

“All of them, except for you.” He clenched and unclenched his hands at his sides. “Did your mother buy you that?”

“Maybe.” She shrugged.

God-fucking-damnit Maeve.

“Go and take that off your face and the next time you come down here you will be wearing something that covers your knees. Do you understand?” He hated being the strict parent. That had always been Maeve’s role.

But since their separation she’s played the part of the “cool mom” while Spencer was left to be the bad guy. He hated it.

“Mom would let me go to school like this.” Daisy huffed again.

“I think you look silly.” Lily giggled.

“Shut up!” Daisy raised her voice.

“Do not talk to your sister like that.” Spencer exhaled. “Go and get changed. Take that stuff off of your face. Now.”

“But dad I-“

“Daisy Diana Reid, I said now!”

“I hate you!” Daisy screamed before storming upstairs.

Spencer closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

There was nothing worse in the whole world than hearing those words out of your child’s mouth.

With his eyes closed he didn’t notice Lily passing closer to him until he felt a set of small arms wrap around his waist.

He opened his eyes and looked down on her. She was smiling up at him.

“I love you daddy.” She beamed, squeezing him tightly.

“I love you too, pumpkin.” He sniffed back his tears.

Being a single parent was hard enough without the added difficulties of a teenager. Daisy was probably going to rebel against his every word until she was eighteen.

And there was no telling what Lily would be like.

He had to cling to moments like this when his youngest daughter was hugging him the way she was and looking at him like he hung the moon.

Please never grow up, he thought as he bowed his head to kiss her.

***

Daisy didn’t say another word to Spencer or Lily as he drove them to school. She was even more angry at the fact he’d checked her back pack and found the make-up and skirt hidden inside.

Did she think he was born yesterday? He would have a serious talk with Maeve about this.

His first class on Wednesdays wasn’t until just before lunch so he spent the morning in his office grading more papers.

At around ten thirty there was a soft knock at his door and he glanced up from his desk, blinking a few times.

“It’s open.” He called, sitting back in his chair and stretching his legs under the desk.

The door creaked open and when you walked inside it put the first smile on his face in hours.

You brandished two coffee cups which you set down before slipping into the free chair on the opposite side of the desk.

It was a large old desk with papers scattered around almost every available surface. In the odd free space between papers you could make out multiple coffee rings.

Behind him was a huge floor to ceiling bookshelf, almost bursting at the seams it held so many books.

There was a large window on the far wall that looked out over the courtyard but the windowsill was also stacked high with books.

His satchel and jacket were hanging on an old, wooden antique coat rack by the door.

“You brought me coffee.” He smiled, gratefully picking it up and taking a sip as you inspected his office.

“I felt bad for leaving you hanging yesterday.” You crossed one leg over the other, running your free hand over the crease in your checkered pants.

“Really? Did you?” He raised a sceptical eyebrow at you.

“No, not especially.” You smirked. “But I noticed you’d been hauled up here all morning and figured you might need a pick me up.”

“You have no idea.” He sighed.

“Everything ok?” You sounded genuinely concerned.

He took another sip of coffee before setting it down and leaning his elbows on the desk.

“I had an…incident with my oldest this morning.”

“Care to talk about it?”

Again Spencer sighed. Normally he would not talk to someone he barely knew about his kids or anything pertaining to his personal life. He liked to keep the two sides of his life separate.

But the look gracing your features told him, for whatever reason, you cared. He didn’t know why you did, but Spencer felt like he could tell you anything.

And more concerningly, he wanted to tell you everything.

“She’s thirteen years old and she comes downstairs this morning in an obscenely short skirt and a face full of make-up like it’s not going to give me a heart attack? And then she got mad when I made her change and now she’s not talking to me.” He had no idea why he was telling you this. You were basically a stranger.

You smiled sympathetically at him around your coffee.

“Ah yes, I’m sure I put my father through hell with the same things. Teenage girls are rebellious. Especially towards our dads.”

“Is it so much to ask that I don’t want her to turn out like her whore mot…” Spencer stopped himself abruptly. He was not going to open that particular can of worms. “I’m just…I don’t know how to deal with this.”

“You’ll figure it out.” You smiled at him. “You’re a genius after all, right?”

“How much exactly do you know about me?” Spencer frowned a little.

“Only what they publish online.” Your eyes danced with mischief.

“It seems very unfair that you know so much about me and I know so little about you.”

“Maybe you can find out more about me over dinner.”

“Seriously?” Spencer perked up, sitting up right.

“Seriously.” You giggled.

“I have the kids this weekend but next weekend they’re with their mother. Does Saturday night sound good?”

“Sounds great.” You mused as you ran your fingers along a silver photo frame on the corner of his desk. It was the only personal touch in his office. “Your kids?”

“Yeah.” He beamed proudly.

“They’re beautiful. The little one looks just like you.”

Spencer chuckled and nodded.

It was true, Lily looked the spitting image of her dad. As well as his unruly mane of curls she had his eyes and his smile. She was also much taller than all the other kids in her class, just like her dad.

Daisy shared her features more with Maeve. Her hair was darker and her eyes were blue not brown. She had a lot of her mothers mannerisms too which sometimes crushed Spencer’s heart in a vice.

“Yeah, she does. Daisy looks more like her mom.”

“So she gets them every other weekend?” You looked back at him.

“Yeah. I’m their full time parent.”

“There’s a story there.” You sipped your coffee.

“There is.” He chuckled lightly. “But not one I want to go into with the beautiful woman I’m trying to flirt with.”

“This is you flirting?” You laughed. “Wow, that’s adorable.”

“I asked you to dinner.” He grumbled. “Cut me some slack. I was married for thirteen years, I’m kind of out of practice.”

“You’re doing better than you think.” You smiled seductively at him and Spencer wanted to take you right over his desk.

He wanted to sweep all the papers off of it, grab you in his arms and slam you back against.

He wanted to tear every single item of clothing off of your body and fuck you right here and now in his campus office.

God he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had sex. How sad was that?

Even just the thought made his cock twitch in his pants and he was glad there was a desk separating you so you wouldn’t be able to tell.

But he was sure you knew anyway. And it was confirmed a moment later when you pushed yourself up and spoke again.

“I’m not sleeping with you before you take me to dinner, Doctor Reid.” You grinned, grabbing up your coffee.

“But after I’ve taken you for dinner, you will?” He smiled, feeling a surge of confidence.

“Depends on how good of a dinner it is.” You left him with one last sultry look before you strutted towards the door.

Spencer chewed on his lip to hold back a moan that wanted to escape. By the time you left his office he was almost completely standing to attention in his pants.

It was a heady feeling. Spencer hadn’t felt this was in such a long time. Maybe he’d never felt this way.

You were something else entirely. You were a magnetic force, drawing him in and sucking the life from him.

He shook his head, his metaphors getting confused in his mind due to the lack of blood pumping in his brain.

He glanced at his watch. He had ten minutes until his first class.

What to do with ten minutes? He thought to himself as his hand had already started working it’s way to the button of his pants.

***

His good mood, as it usually was, was short lived.

Talking to his ex-wife was his least favourite thing to do, but after the situation that morning, he’d had to call her.

And the second he heard her voice down the phone, he was already seething.

“Make-up, Maeve? You brought her make-up?” He raised his voice a little as he paced the length of his home office.

Daisy and Lily were already asleep and he didn’t want to wake them but he couldn’t help his tone.

“She’s thirteen, Spencer.” Maeve kept her voice measured.

“Exactly! She shouldn’t be wearing make-up at thirteen! And don’t get me started on that skirt!”

“I wore make-up when I was thirteen.”

“Yeah and look how well you turned out.” He growled.

“You might not like me Spencer but I am still the mother of your children. Show me some respect!” She huffed.

“You lost the right to my respect a long time ago. I will not let you turn my daughters into sluts.”

“Like me?”

“You said it.” He rolled his eyes. “My job is hard enough without having to police Daisy every time she leaves the house. In future, tell me before you buy her things like that.”

“She’s my daughter too. I have every right to buy her what I want.”

“I swear to god if I find out you’ve brought her any more make-up or inappropriate outfits-“

“You’ll what, Spencer? Have me see them less than I already do? I get to see them for two days every two weeks, is that not punishment enough?”

“You were sleeping with someone else behind my back for three years! You should consider yourself lucky you see them at all! Don’t test me Maeve, I am not messing around.” He was livid, his blood boiling on his veins.

“If you try to revoke custody from me I’m sure the courts would love to hear about how their father gets blind drunk every time they aren’t home. You think I can’t smell it on you? You think the girls can’t smell it on you?” Maeve yelled down the phone.

Spencer gripped the edge of his desk so hard his knuckles turned white.

“I have four days a month off. I have four days a month when I’m not cooking and cleaning and helping with homework. Four days a month when I can just be me and allow myself to feel the weight of the fact my wife cheated on me. Four fucking days a month when I’m not Doctor Reid or daddy. Don’t you dare try and get high and mighty with me you bitch!” He was angrier than he’d ever been, even angrier than when he’d found out she was cheating on him in the first place.

Before Maeve could respond, Spencer pulled the phone away from his ear and ended the call before he could say anymore.

How dare she threaten him. He had every right to let loose on his scarce days when he wasn’t looking after their children.

He did everything for Daisy and Lily, his life revolved around his two princesses. Who was Maeve to judge how he spent his few days apart from them?

He could feel his anger rising, about to spill over at any moment. He was gripping the desk so hard he was sure it would snap beneath his grasp.

No one in the world had the power to anger him the way his ex-wife did.

He was about to reach breaking point, seconds away from snapping when his phone started to ring again.

I swear to god if that’s her I will… his thought trailed off when he saw a number he didn’t recognise on the screen.

Frowning a little and trying to keep his anger at bay, he answered it and put the device to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi. I hope you don’t mind but I got your number from Monroe.”

He could hear the mild hint of embarrassment in your voice. And in an instant, Spencer felt his anger melting away.

“You have no idea how good it is to hear your voice right now.” He exhaled, letting up his hold on the desk.

“Bad night?”

“Just…my ex-wife.” He grit his teeth. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Fair enough.” You had a smile in your voice.

“So, why did you ask Monroe for my number?” Spencer felt himself smile too. He rounded his desk and fell into the chair.

“Honestly? I don’t know. Was it weird of me?”

“I mean, you could have just asked me.” Spencer chuckled.

“True.” You agreed. “Jumping through hoops is kind of fun though.”

“Oh really? You like the chase, huh?” Spencer leant back in his chair as he felt his cock throb just from your voice.

“You asked me out, I didn’t think I needed to chase.” You sounded amused.

“I could always rescind my offer if it’s more fun for you. I don’t think a woman has ever chased me before. I kind of like the sound of it.” He smirked, hand moving to palm himself through his slacks.

“I find that very hard to believe. I would have thought Doctor Spencer Reid would have women lining up at his door.”

“Oh yeah, a divorced dad of two really gets the women hot under the collar.” He chuckled lightly.

“It does the job for me.” You confessed and Spencer couldn’t help the growl that left his lips.

“Woman, you have no idea what you do to me.” He admitted, pressing the palm of his hand against his erection.

“Oh, I’ve got a pretty good idea, Doctor.” You whispered the last word and as expected, Spencer moaned slightly down the phone.

“This is very unfair.” He swallowed. “My girls are asleep down the hall and you’re getting me all riled up.”

“My roommates are asleep down the hall and you’re getting me riled up.” Your voice was slightly breathy.

“I should…go.” He forced himself to say although he didn’t want to.

“Sleep well, Doctor. Try not to dream of me.” You whispered and then the line went dead.

He dropped to the phone on the desk and hissed as he pressed harder against his cock.

And for the second time that day, Spencer relieved himself from his pants and stroked himself while he thought of you.

You were going to be the death of him.

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It’s fanfic day-

Okay so if you haven’t noticed today I went around and dropped an ask in like… most of my beyblade mutuals (and some nonmutuals I think?) inboxes and asked them for their favorite fics. If you didn’t receive an ask but wanna do this, like, go ahead? I probably was just like “oh hmmmmm idk if this person wants me in their inbox”

But! I’m also gonna take this chance and gush about some of my favorite beyblade fanfics, because I recently buckled down and actually got through a lot of the ones I wanted to.

Gotta start with “The Previous Wielder (Is Just a Guy)” by @artisadie (or squirt1254 on ao3). The fact Sadie has not published any more fics is criminal. Like, Sadie, it’s an actual crime that you gave me this fic and then nothing more. The dynamic written between Gingka and Ryo here is so compelling, managing to merge a serious reflection with their combined goofiness. It’s just really well-written, and also pretty short for anyone who wants a quick read.

My government mandated @lady-lazagna fic is “Christmas with Kenta” (on ao3) which I think is the first one I read of hers. A lot of her fics are very good, including Wounded Pride and especially the second chapter of Metal Mayhem, but I think this is the first work of hers I read, and one that really stuck with me. I like the way it manages to handle this sort of bittersweet feeling, choosing a slightly darker route of Ryuga’s future post-canon if he stayed alive, but also bringing it this very mundane feel. I think it’s an amazing work of both characterization of a wide cast, and also masterfully balances its tone.

As for another Kenta and Ryuga bonding Christmas themed fic, we’ve got “so this is christmas (the war is over)” by @little-christmas-song (ssongpyeon on ao3). Once again, Song, this is active violence against me for this to be your only published fic. Your writing style is addictive. This fic does focus a lot more on the dynamic between Ryuga and Kenta, and is a much more mellow piece taking place further post-canon. Song has a really good understanding of language, and their writing style is honestly incredible. I really love the way it sneaks it characterization for some of its supporting cast as well, and I think it’s just a really chill read overall.

And now for another absolute legend of the ao3, we have @starfishes-and-watercolors or CallmeCloudyorVal on ao3. There’s a lot of fics of theirs I like, from their Tithi fics to Adoption AU, but after thinking for about a minute I found that I could confidently say “The Working Dead” is my favorite fic of theirs. The fic focuses on Madoka and Yuki just having conversations with each other while being absolutely stressed from work at the WBBA, and I can confidently say this fic definitely influenced a fair few headcanons I have for them. It really helped me realize just how good of a dynamic these two could have, and is a pretty fun read for me just for that. The fic is just also very funny at many parts, especially when Yuki and Madoka get the closest to murder.

Lightning round! “Temple Tetris” by DinoSohn (on ao3) is a short humorous piece about Dynamis. It gave me a good laugh, and will probably do the same for you.

“Spicy sweet potato chips” by @ladyryukyo (mademoiselle1 on ao3) is also just a quick work about Ryo that I enjoy, and it focuses on Kyoya and Ryo’s dynamic. It’s got a pretty humorous concept, and executes that humor really well. I like the mundane insanity it has.

It was hard to choose for @heybeyby (candiedshekelsss on ao3) because I really enjoyed “A Leaf-Colored Contemplation” (btw, banger title) but I gotta go with “Fallen Down Where The Dead Boys Go” (seriously wtf is up with all your titles slapping???). How could I not, I got so much lore for this fic given to me and so much fear placed into me. This is a Shogun Steel fic, and a more plot heavy one at that, but if you’ve watched Shogun Steel I can’t recommend this fic enough. It has really good narration for each character so far, and a lot of good character building as well. I am so excited for where this fic will go, and especially excited for the characterizations of Maru and Ren we’ve gotten so far, and where those will go too.

At this point I have started to forget who I’ve mentioned by now and who I haven’t. Gonna come clean and say I am writing this post ahead of time, on google docs, and I’m still getting lost.

Time for some longer multichapters!

First off, I’d like to mention “From Different Eyes” by @masterofdemise (on ao3). This fic is about Dynamis and Pluto post-canon swapping bodies, and has a lot good character building for underutilized canon characters (Elysse counts). But most of all, this fic absolutely embraces the humor of the situation, and the humor of the characters. It is constantly leaning into the absurd, and the humor is written with the characters well in mind. I could go on for a while about how humor is used in this fic, but it absolutely makes it worth the read even if you aren’t interested in Dynamis or Pluto.

“And then there were 4” by @voidix (on ao3) is likely one of the most plot-heavy beyblade fics I’ve read. It takes a lot to commit to making a plot-heavy multichapter, and the set-up and revelations so far in this fic are quite fun. It has a lot of that beyblade absurdity, and I’m glad I read it.

@andro-dino has many good fics, though I don’t think my favorite choice will surprise anyone, as I wrote a fic inspired by it! “This Body of Mine?” (on ao3) Is a short, Toby-centric fic, and I think it’s just a really sweet character study. I don’t really know what to say about it other than it’s a good read, and definitely one anyone interested in Toby’s fanon character growth should read (we are seriously giving this dude so much).

@qloof has got a lot of fics published, but the one I’m gonna choose is “King and Tithi’s Pranking Adventure” (on ao3) I just found it genuinely funny and sweet. I hope another chapter gets written, but if not, it’s still a solid read for anyone who’s interested, and has really fun characterizations for the legendary blader cast.

“Hagane” by @mellythedork (on ao3) is also a very neat fic, I love the magic it embraces for the mfb universe, and a lot of the writing is very cool. I’d definitely encourage you to read it if you’re a Ryo fan like I am, or just want to see Doji get his shit wrecked.

For my last fic, I wanna quickly shoutout “Gesso” by Arcylic (on ao3) which without a doubt really made me interested in what Team Starbreaker dynamics could be like. It focuses on Zeo and Jack’s dynamic, and has a lot of really fun dialogue between the two. I can bet this fic started a wave of people absolutely ready to try their own hand at the starbreaker dynamic.

Now, I can’t very well let the opportunity to talk about myself just pass me by. I have 53 published beyblade fics, so you can imagine it might be a bit hard for me to choose.

I will say if you’ve watched Shogun Steel, even just a bit, and haven’t read “Stolen Pride” yet, I’d absolutely encourage you to. Since I started in this fandom, I’ve really tried to make narratives about feminism that deal with the issues of the show in an in-universe manner. “Stolen Pride” is my newest work to explicitly focus on that, and I’d love people to read it and tell me what they enjoyed and didn’t. It’s a discussion I really want to have.

“Darkness in Triplicate” is one of my longest Hikaru-centric works, and a bit of a dark read, but I think absolutely worthwhile. I have always wanted to pull off adding Hikaru into the Masters plot, and I think with this fic I finally managed to do so.

Finally, I have to mention “By the Dead of Morning/I’ll be Better for It/And then Fortified I’ll Rise” which is the Faust joins Starbreaker early AU. I put likely way too much effort into this fic, and I really hope I’m not banned from other secret santas because of it (not that I’ll promise to not do it again…). It isn’t entirely my headcanons, but I really like the writing I did for this, along with the concept itself. It’s one of my longest works yet, and the fact I pulled it off makes me so proud of myself.

If you read this far, congratulations! You’re insane! But I’m really glad you read all this, I really appreciate a lot of beyblade fic writers, and actually committing and reading all the fics I’ve wanted to was a really good time. I hope if any of the fics on this list interest you, you go and check them out! And maybe leave a comment for the author. We’ve got an honestly impressive ficwriting community for how tiny this show is, and I can’t wait to see if even more people join! Yknow… so long as they’re not the type of people I gotta use that new mute function on… BUT WE’RE BEING POSITIVE AND HEY

We got a lot of cool fics :)))

#god this took me like an hour to write #fucking hell #beyblade #beyblade metal fight #mfb #also gonna say that i did not ao3 stalk all the authors I mention in this post. No idea what all of them have written #but i have cleared out my beyblade tag entirely so I assume none of them have written some real weird beyblade stuff #hey if you dont wanna be mentioned for some reason you can also shoot me a dm and ill delete your paragraph #but ive just been wanting to talk about fanfic a lot recently. and yknow. shout out a lot of the fics ive really enjoyed #sorry to your inboxes!

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trialbystory · 2 months

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SoC Behind the Scenes

Bit of preamble here, TLDR, look below the break for to see my original notes from before I started writing SoC.

At some point in the next 3-5 days I will post the final chapter of Spirt of Competition. This is the second time I've actually finished a multi-part story (arguably third if you count the FFM I did right before SoC, which'll be transplated to Ao3 starting next weekend). Last time was back in 2009, and it sucked so bad that I went back a year later and rewrote the ending. But after I posted the last chapter of that story, I thought it'd be fun to also post a picture of the original, written-by-hand-when-I-should've-been-taking-notes-for-my-Sociology-class, first draft of that final chapter.

I don't really do actual writing with pen&paper anymore, but most of my conceptual-level notes are still done hardcopy, and I thought it'd be fun to do that again. So click to see my original, hand-written notes, made between frames while playing in my dad's bowling league, back in late August/early October of 2022.

As you can see, basically my whole concern at that point was figuring out who was going to play who. I was just following the story from New Challengers beat for beat (at that point, anyway), so that kind of makes sense. But there's some interesting stuff too. Like Sienna was the running at one point to be the big bad. Or that I couldn't remember the name of P2W's token female player in Arcade Spirits. Something I think I've mentioned in comment replies is I kept going back and forth swapping Ruby & Weiss' placement. Because Weiss' family is rich and affluent like Grace's, but Ruby is a maker/engineer (my favorite characterization for her) so it makes sense for her to have made the AI and be an aspiring gameDev. And they both have reasons to have a chip on their shoulder, which would relate to the protagonist's competitive streak. But something I don't think anyone knows about is that while Cinder does line up with Domino's nihilism quite well, the actual reason she's in that spot, and therefore what ultimately made the story Frosen Steel instead of Burning Whiterose (I love FS, but Cinder honestly would've been a better fit for Jynx than Penny was. But I STILL STAND BY SASSY GOTH AESTHETIC PENNY), is that Rhodes felt like an easy answer to 'who do I use for this detective character that's related to Domino in AS?' and if you read SoC you may have noticed that Rhodes is conspicuously absent, because that character tied into what was going on with Mercury, which got cut mostly for pacing and also because at the time it would've been included I very much needed to not be writing the type of content that came up next in his sideplot. Oh, and the Seamonkies swapped back and forth on Ben and Matt not because they fit opposite characters better, but because I am MASSIVE fans of the Very Kind and Very Funny Graham Stark and Jacob Burgess, who voice Ben & Matt, and I thought Sun and Nep needed to swap to better fit their personalities.

So yeah, hope that was interesting for you. Or at least neat. See you for the grand finale later this week!

(Oh, also I really liked doing this, so I'll probably do it for future stories/fics as well. I even included the date at the top of the notes for that "If hell is forever then heaven must be a lie" DWR idea from a few nights ago in anticipation of one day sharing them)-

#rwby #arcade spirits #writing update #spirit of competition #fanfiction #frosen steel

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hammity-hammer · 9 months

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omrm is my next curiosity. do you have a snippet? :D

OATMEAL RAISIN MAN

here's your snipped @a-little-unsteddie <33

He took a second to look the other man over, noticing that his long hair was kept up in a bun today, with little curls hanging out to frame his face. Usually he’d wear his hair down, having at least one hand twirling a curl while he talked. He also didn’t seem to have as many rings on as usual, not that Steve had been keeping track of his rings or anything, and he wasn’t wearing his leather bracelet. God, Steve really needed to not stare at his hands so much, normal people didn’t just stare at their customers hands every time they saw them. Normal people also probably weren’t as interested in the way oatmeal raisin man’s shirt sleeves cuffed his arms perfectly, or the way that the bottom of his shirt rode up a little around his stomach, showing off some of his extremely pale skin. Steve stood there for what was probably too long, staring at him, before realizing he should definitely have responded to what the man had said.

“Oh- No, I definitely work all day on Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, and Thursdays, and basically like every day we’re open. They kind of have me working just about as much as they can since one of my old coworkers quit, since I’m one of the only people not still in high school and I don’t really have anything else to do, besides babysit these stupid highschoolers I’m friends with-“ He started rambling, a light flush on his cheeks while he started counting on his fingers all of the reasons he would most definitely be there, leaving out that seeing oatmeal raisin man was reason number one. “But you definitely are not here to listen to me talk about how ridiculously boring and lame my life is, I’m so sorry, did you want your usual?” He asked, running a hand through his hair and trying to seem more nonchalant.

“Actually, I was thinking that today I might see what you recommend, Stevie boy. What’s your favorite dessert here?” Oatmeal raisin man asked while he crossed his arms, one hand coming up to play with a curl. He tilted his head slightly, batting his eyelashes as Steve stood there, his mouth slightly open.

“Ummm… I’m not really big on sweets if I’m gonna be completely honest with you, but I think our chocolate chip cookies are good? I made the ones that are out today, so it’s honestly probably fifty-fifty, there’s a reason I’m usually in the front helping customers.” Steve explained, the hand that was in his hair moving to scratch the back of his neck as he gave a half shrug. He moved to the case with cookies, and pulled out a pretty chocolate filled cookie. He placed it into one of the little brown bags that they had, and slid it over the counter to oatmeal raisin man.

“Oh? They just leave you and your pretty face out here all by yourself?” Oatmeal raisin man joked, his eyes never leaving Steve as he moved to stand back in front of him. He moved to pull his wallet from his back pocket, flipping it open and taking out a five dollar bill. When he held his hand with the money out to Steve, it was pushed back to him as Steve’s fingers curled around his own.

send me an ask ab my wips !

#steddie #omrm #baker!steve #wip ask game

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rondo-of-blog · 11 months

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Holy Seven Subscriptions, Batman!

So I’ve been reading a lot of comics lately. Like, a lot of comics. I’ve been going out on a limb, and honestly? It’s paid off! Yes, I’ve gotten to read solid comic book storytelling recently - and lots of it. And what do I have to show for it?

Seven different subscriptions to DC comics series, and one to a Marvel comic series. :’)

[Spoilers for various comics! If you see the title of a book you don’t wanna get spoiled on, leave!]

If you’ve been following me for the past several months, you’ve probably heard me rave about the current ongoing Catwoman comic series as it’s been written by Tini Howard. You’ve probably also heard me blab about the latest Harley Quinn series since Tini Howard took it over. Both comics are absolute delights that I’ve had a blast with, but that I’ve also talked at length about, so… won’t be going into that. Not this time, at least.

And that includes you, Betsy Braddock: Captain Britain, also written by Tini Howard!

So what does that leave us? Well, why don’t we start with Batman! Written by Chip Zdarsky. At this point I really should start expecting it, but I keep being surprised by just how dang much I’m enjoying myself with this series! It’s got action, it’s got Batman coming down from the Moon to land back on Earth, it’s got it all!

With stories as convoluted as the series has been telling, I really would’ve thought it all would’ve come unraveled several issues ago—after all, how the hell could a story take Batman to the Moon, back to Earth, into another damn dimension, rapidly jumping through several damn dimensions, and then back to whatever we call main Earth??? By doing it all very well, apparently!

Next we have Poison Ivy, which I read on the glowing recommendation of my partner in life and in love, Cluster! I spent weeks telling them I’d get around to reading it eventually, then one day this past week I went and read all 13 issues that’re out right now. And what’s there to say about them? Well…

They’re great! They’re all fucking great! I’ve never blown through 13 issues so quickly, but G. Willow Wilson had such an impressive story to tell that I couldn’t stop for anything. Pamela’s great in it, so is Harley when she eventually shows up, and so is… Batman! Didn’t know he’d be part of this series, but it works!

G. Willow Wilson is another writer, like Tini Howard, where whenever I see her write a character I just want to see her write them all the time. I dunno, if perhaps they could just hand the keys to the whole damn DC Universe to these gals I think we’d be onto something!

Besides that, Cluster and I finally said “what the hell” and read through all 9 issues that’re currently out of The Joker: The Man Who Stopped Laughing. The verdict?

It made us laugh~

To be more specific, Matthew Rosenberg does an excellent job of making a hilarious and entertaining Joker comic series that features a metric fuck-ton of Joker in it. There’s so much of The Joker, there’s actually two men called The Joker in it!… Or three. Well, the third one was impersonating the first one. Or is it the second one?

It’s these sorts of questions that any Joker series worth its seltzer would have readers asking! I’m really glad we’ve taken a chance on this series, after spending months joking about its very silly title that doesn’t seem to actually tie into the story itself so far. We’ll see if there’s any further developments on that front later!

Last month and this month, however, I started on two brand new limited series! Limited series that I wish were ongoing series, and that I hope end up becoming ongoing series when they hopefully do ridiculously-well! I am of course referring to the latest volume of Cyborg, and Steelworks!

For Cyborg, I’m really interested to see where it goes. Morgan Hampton made known his intentions of taking Vic in a direction we’ve not seen before, ahead of issue #1’s release, and the sudden death of Vic’s father Silas proved he meant it.

While Silas died very early on in the original continuity Vic lived in, his presence after the New 52 reboot was used to great effect in David F. Walker’s Cyborg issues. Lots of work was done expanding on their fraught relationship, but it looks like we’ve closed the book on that before it could reach a happy ending… or have we???

There’s a lot to take in, a brief appearance from the Titans that made my heart swell, and overall I felt like the first issue set us up nicely for a damn good story—one that, again, I’d love to see turn into an ongoing series, but we can’t have everything all the time.

Steelworks had another strong beginning with issue #1, which came out… this month! I’d been anticipating it since its initial announcement, and Michael Dorn did not disappoint in the writing department. I’d also like to give a special shoutout to Sami Basri and Andrew Dalhouse for their contributions in the art department (line art and coloring, respectively)!

It’s not every day I get to read a comic that just looks as good as comics used to back when I was taking good comic art for granted, but Steelworks #1 is a damn good-looking comic! With art this solid, there’s nothing interrupting me from getting sucked into the story - and damn if this isn’t the beginning of a story that immediately grabbed me!

Something that’s easy to take for granted, but that not every comic manages to pull off, is telling a story that wins you over on its ideas. Maybe this is just me being picky, but I’ve read a comic or two in the past year that’ve gone really hard on the moral core of a story that I just… really can’t relate to. You’d think superhero comics wouldn’t have such a hard time being relatable to someone who doesn’t want people to spend the rest of their natural lives rotting in prison or whatnot, but you’d be surprised.

Steelworks #1 starts with a bang. With ideas that’re bold, and probably outside the realm of what people usually look for in a superhero comic, but that I can honestly sympathize with. No one comes off as a two-dimensional cardboard cutout, everyone feels real and able to be connected with at least on some level.

It’s a limited series, but if it does well enough? Who knows what could happen. In this case, I don’t know that they could’ve gotten Michael Dorn for longer than just a limited series’ run, so there are benefits to the format!

So yeah. That’s now seven subscriptions to DC comics series, to only one that Marvel’s been able to put out.

Does DC know it doesn’t have to be winning so hard at comics? It would’ve been fine if they were just putting out a couple good series here and there, which I thought they were before I gave these other series a try. Turns out, they’re really putting out some quality shit!

And I still have Superman: The Last Days of Lex Luthor to start picking up next month! Geez!

I’m a very happy camper when it comes to comics, nowadays. Right now, I only have one comic series I pick up every month that routinely and utterly disappoints me. I may end up writing about it on this blog, in lieu of tweeting, what with how its fanbase just loves to tank my mental health with threats & harassment!

Until next time!

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By the way, you can now read the blog on my website, at https://feliciarondo.com/rondo-of-blog. Check it out! :)

#DC #DC Universe #comic reading #cyborg #steelworks #batman #batman comics #poison ivy #the joker

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