#and three shortish things

[jinkiezzsstuff]

if you don’t mind me asking, when are the next installments of the transmigrated reader series coming out?

So sorry it’s taken so long! It’s been a wild couple of weeks and I’ve been jumping from fic to fic tryna get each one complete! I hope this is a satiating enough! Hopefully when life lets up a bit i can write the longer shit i like to do teehee

Transported (3)

Hazbin crew x male!reader

characters featured: Emily, Sera, Lute, Adam, Vaggie, Charlie, Sir Pentious,

part: [1] [2]

words: 1.3k

warnings: swearing, sera is implied to be kinda bad kinda a hater, adam calls you big balls little dick, male read btw, goat reader, readers implied to be tall, shortish, sir pentious is gonna be a lad, not proofread!

Standing alongside Vaggie and Charlie in the courtroom, you guitily tuned out the entire ordeal, you’d seen the scene many times before and lietened to the song on repeat, that actually was a problem as you starting singing along with the two of high made Vaggie give you a confused look. You however simply shrugged that off like it was nothing.

You waited for the scene to be set and for the three of you to be forced into the portal Adam would create and be good onto the next. However that didn’t happen, instead Sera, Lute, Emily and Adam came down in front of you Charlie and Vaggie, the other angels flying away. “So big dick goat boy, what’s the shtick with you?” Adam clicks his tongue, hands on his hips as he looks up to you, inwardly you panic but hold together, giving a quick glance over to Sera who looked quite menacing at the moment. “What do you mean?” Charlie stepped in, exhaustion lacing her tone, understandably as she just found out her girlfriend is an ex angel.

“Well it’s just that big balls little dick here is outta place, even Sera said-“ Sera promptly cut the first man off with a stern call of his name and a glare. He sulked crossing his arms and sticking his tongue out, however he kept his mouth shut. Charlie didn’t seem like she was in the mood to question what Adam was going to say, thank goodness, but Sera didn’t seem to be done. “You know, some of us were born to be, and others made to be, but none of us just appear out of thin air we all have a purpose in heaven, or hell.”

Charlie crossed her arms shrinking back, probably making the assumption the comment was about the hotel, however Sera had her sight set on you, her eyes glowing with meaning. You glanced over at Adam and Lute, Lute seemed to giving you a hard glare, but Adam didn’t seem to care scrolling through his phone. “We do all have a purpose than, even the ones who appear out of thin air may serve a purpose.” You claim wearily, yet attempt to keep your ground as your eyes bounce from person to person. Your hands shoved in your pants pockets you stood tall, horns sticking up high past your head.

“Yeah, cool, whatever-bye bitches! we’re coming straight to your hotel this extermination!” Adam broke the silence butting in, now this is what you were familiar with as the portal opened, Adam shoved you three through, Charlie freaking out and trying to get at Adam. You caught one last glimpse of Sera’s cold gaze as the portal closed, and you just know things aren’t gonna be good from here.

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Vaggie was downstairs at the bar, not drinking but just sitting. She wish you didn’t see the way things played out, and she was embarrassed you found out she was a fallen angel too. Walking up to the bar, your hooves clopping against the ground alerted her of your presence before you slid into the barstool beside her. She didn’t bother looking up at you, or even saying anything to you, just at quietly.

She half expected you to sling out questions one by one about her being an exorcist, however you just sat quietly with her. In your mind you wanted to comfort her, but after today it would be too suspicious for you to act in a way that is too out of the ordinary, like giving the impression you’re an all knowing fortune teller. Instead you gave Vaggies back a few comforting pats, when she looked toward you, you offered a small smiled.

Vaggie seemed to appreciate the gesture smiling back and giving a nod, you’re hopefull things lighten up soon. As Vaggie went to open her mouth an inquisitive look taking over her features, the hotel doors slammed open, and in walked Angel with Alastor. “Weird there coming in together.” You mutter, giving Vaggie a look, she hummed in agreement. Angel plopped himself down on the couch, meanwhile Alastor lingered creepily in the back, close enough but still far. “So how’d things go with the holy? What’s the plan?” Angel asked lounging across the sofa, Vaggie nervously looked around scratching the back of her neck.

“We don’t…. Charlie will come up with something a big plan is going to happen.” Vaggie affirmed, out of the corner you watch Alastor fade into black goop, you already knew the plan was going to go down… but should you really intervene? It seems your presence in the show has already caused disturbances in the way things are playing out, if you stop the deal from happening who knows what crazy twist things will take.

But… you know the angels can die, which is what Alastor wants to make the deal for. In the middle of your inner battle the green shot through the room making you tense. “Too late,” You mutter watching as Vaggie run off. “What did you say bad boy?” Nifty creepily asked breathlessly, hugging the bottom of your leg. You grimaced watching as Angel gave you a look, Pentious slithering into the picture. “Nifty, invading onessss perssonal ssspacce issss very rude,” Pentious reason hissing out his words, you smile at him genuinely, watching as he tried to poke the little devil off.

She hissed like a demented animal, and clung tighter to your leg. “Don’t test her, I saw how she can be with Val.” Angel muttered, Husk who entered behind the bar not long ago spat out his drink. “Angel!” You tilted your head confused, oh right, they went to the bar, and you’re not supposed to know that. Acting confused, you attempt to save Angel the lecture of keeping his mouth shut, instead you simply bent down and tore the cyclops off you. “Hey, Pentious?” You questioned plopping Nifty down, her cackling and running off. “Yessss?” The snake hissed tilting his head, you wrapped your arm around his back guiding him away from the others. “I was curious about your inventions, and you would know better than anyone..” You trail off your hand making a circular motion as you try to find the words.

“You think Id know better than anyone?” Sir pentious said in astonishment sparkles in his eyes. You smiled at him and nodded. “Yeah, i want some scientific advice.” He clapped his hands together happily, ready to help. “Do you think it’s possible to move between like universes? Like falling into a wormhole?” You questioned as nonsuspiciously as you could, however Sir pentious was used to his egg boys madness and didn’t mind it at all. He perked up hands tapping on his lip as he though.

“I supposssse? We’d have to confirm the existenccce of other universsesss firssst.” He said matter of factly, you hummed, trying to figure out how you could question him further without him questioning you back. “I’m just really interested with theories of other life and realms, especially since finding out hells real.”

The snake nodded understandingly as he listened to your explanation, it seemed like he was trying to figure out what to say. “You know that isss quite interessssting! I’m alwayss ssso focussed on killing machinesss! I’m going to do sssome sstudying!” Pentious proclaimed finger in the air, you chuckled at his over the top reaction, but pat him on the back bidding him ado as he slithered off. Fiddling with the cuffs on your suit you wandered aimlessly back over to where Angel and Husk stayed situated.

“Heya babe~” Angel whistled at you dragging your attention away. “Yeah?” You say a little air headed like, you felt weirdly about everything especially after seeing Sera and the angels, you wonder what they saw in you that the demons couldn’t? “Wanna play a card game until the others come down?” Angel guestured over to Husk who had the cards between his claws.

Might as well relax a bit, after all it’s only a matter of time before the battle.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oneshots #alastor hazbin x reader #sir pentious #sir pentious x reader #vaggie x reader #husk x reader #angel x reader #hazbin nifty #nifty hazbin hotel #charlie magne x reader #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel x male reader

[buckys-little-belle]

Mafia Au (Part Two)

Settling in

Mafia!Stucky x Little!Reader (They/Them pronouns used)

Warnings - Sad reader, Rumlow is still mentioned, this won't make sense if you don't read the previous chapter, reader changes into their pajamas and the boys help them, reader is afraid of the dark? Me too!

Notes - This is ... This is a shortish fic, but at the same time I really needed some good fluff from the boys, so hehehehe, please enjoy. also half and half a filler fic, half a real fic, it’s just very domestic and not totally going to be sooo important to the story line, it’s just, it’s a fun read i guess.

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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Steve and Bucky's so called 'home' was huge, the outside grand, and bright, even at night, the driveway lit up, the front door in the center seemingly glowing. "We're home Dove." Steve said as he turned in his seat to look back at them, their face between awe and shock, the home look so much more inviting than any house they had ever seen, and looked in much better shape than anywhere they had stayed before. "Dove?" Steve called again.

"I's huge." They said, their eyes never leaving the ivory walls and warm wood fixtures. "Like really huge." Dove now looked at the two men in the front seat, anticipation written on their features.

"A lot of the house if office space." Bucky explained. "The area we call home is pretty cozy." He had a smirk on his face, enjoying the way Dove nodded their head as if they truly understood his words.

"Do you want to go inside?" Steve asked smirking as well, excited to show someone their home, someone who would also call it home.

"Mhm." Dove nodded, trying to unbuckle their seatbelt as the two men got out of the vehicle, their door opening up as large hands came to undo the hard to understand buckle that locked them in. "Thanks." They mumbled, worried that their lack of independence would hinder their value, just like it did with their brother. 2

"What's wrong Dove?" Bucky asked as he helped them out of the vehicle, a small frown etched on their face.

"'m jus' scared." They sighed, Steve and Bucky both waiting for them to continue. "I know you are both nice, I jus', I don' want to be bad." Their past fear of no Tv, or necessities being taken away kept creeping in, gnawing at the comfort they felt around their two new caregivers.

Steve held in a sigh of anger, wanting to make Brock pay for the way Y/n felt, make him know the pain his Dove has to endure even when he's long gone. Steve calms, his deep breath easing the pang of guilt in his chest as he sees a tear fall down Y/n's cheek, quickly scooping it up with his index finger as he grabs their hand. "Everyone makes mistakes, everyone does things they don't mean, that doesn't make them bad Dove." He holds back his own tears, not realizing that they would have to help Dove in more ways than just unbuckling their seatbelt, Bucky and Steve would have to show them that they deserve to take up space, that they deserve help and love. "Me and Buck are both going to mess up too, but that doesn't make us bad caregivers, it just means we are learning, just like you."

"This is a big step for all of us Dove, but we're willing to take it if you are." Bucky adds on.

"I wan'to." They nod, their eyes still watering, fear still there, but a sense of relief washing over them at the same time.

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As the three of them walked inside Y/n was shocked, the house looked lived in, and warm, not what they expected. The walls a soft white, furniture in greens, blues, and warm wood tones, comforting paintings lining would be bare walls, the Livingroom sunken in with a large sectional, clearly perfect for movie nights. The kitchen could be seen from the doorway, the dining room too, everything open and airy, the house almost hugging you when you entered.

"What do you think?" Steve asked, still holding their hand, giving it a small shake.

"I think 'm thirsty, jus' a little." Y/n honestly said, still staring at the comfy couch, noticing a circle bed like chair near it, draped in soft blankets, already making a mental note to have a nap their at least once.

Steve and Bucky chuckled, leading them to the kitchen, an archway and small breakfast nook surrounded by windows now seen, the kitchen cupboards a soft green, matching the trees Y/n could see from out the windows, a smile creeping up on their cheeks.

"We didn't know what your favorite colour is." Bucky began, opening a large drawer filled with plastic dishes of all colours. "Do you want to pick a cup?" He asked, a bunch of printed water bottles on display, dinosaurs, space, unicorns, princesses, frogs, snowflakes, too many to choose from.

"I don' know." They mumbled, looking into the drawer worriedly, what if they chose the wrong one. "I can pick whatever I wan'?"

Steve nodded, watching Y/n reach for a plain one, the green one. "You want that one?" Steve asked, shocked at the lack of print in their choice.

"Mhm, maybe later I can put som' stickers on it." They said, looking at the water bottle with hope, thinking that maybe even if they don't want them to stay, they can at least keep the water bottle.

"I think we bought you some stickers already." Steve said, looking to Bucky for confirmation. "Why don't we go find them and you can start decorating okay?" He asked, offering up his hand to be held again as Bucky took the water bottle and began filling it up.

Steve led Dove down a hallway, opening a door with wooden letter of Dove's first initial, a pang in their chest of belonging suddenly making their eyes once again swell with tears, they had made this room for them, and whatever was behind the door was for them by people who cared about them before they had ever met.

Dove turned quickly and wrapped their arms around Steve's waist, his hands laid on their back in shock. "What's wrong?" Bucky asked, seeing the tears in Y/n's eyes.

"I's for me." They pointed at the sign on the door, their arms leaving Steve's body as they fell to their side.

Bucky was speechless, he made sure to put a letter on the door so that Y/n wouldn't get lost trying to find their room, wouldn't get frustrated opening a bunch of doors just to find their bed. "Of course Dove." Bucky chuckled. "We wanted you to know where your room was." He opened the door, showing Dove their room, a sob leaving their mouth as they looked inside.

The walls were a soft green, a couple blue painted arches on the walls defining where a few bookcases were, filled to the brim with books, the arches defining the toy shelfs, a few stuffies on them, but eft blank to fill on their own, the warm wood floors covered in soft white and cream rugs, a few ground pillows to sit on littering the area, and finally a wall opening leading to the coziest bed spot, the bed frame a soft wood, the frame a platform type, no space for under the bed monsters. The bed was covered in blankets and pillows, see-through fabric hanging from the celling, a fancy and modern like canopy bed, a small lamp on top of the headboard, and most importantly their stuffies from home sat against soft pillows.

Y/n jumped into the bed, pushing their nose to their stuffed animals, feeling a sense of comfort knowing some things were still the same. "We had Sam pick some things up from your apartment." Bucky said, opening a bag he got from who knows where, pulling out a pair of pajamas that Y/n already owned, butterflies covering the soft purple fabric. "But tomorrow we are going to go shopping, buy you some more things, like a winter coat." His heart crumpled saying that.

Sam had reported back saying the apartment was almost empty, a few stuffies and a few outfits the only thing making the place look lived in, the clothing hardly considered enough to live off of, two pairs of pajamas, a few sweaters, some pants, and a hanger that clearly held the one nice outfit they were wearing now. No coat, or mits, hat, boots, swimsuit, running shoes, anything other than the bare necessities were found. And knowing how much money Rumlow had, how many outfits, cars, houses he owned, made Y/n's lack of things seem so much more deliberate than anyone could even imagine.

"I don' need more things." Y/n mumbled, sitting up in their new bed, rubbing their hands against their eyes, sleep clearly trying to take over.

"Dove." Steve chuckled. "You're our little now, and we intend on spoiling you."

Bucky placed the pajamas on the bed, getting ready to walk out for the night when Y/n sighed. "I don' wanna put dem on, too sleepy." They just laid back down, hugging their stuffy close as they kicked the blankets around to their liking. "Can you do it?" They asked their eyes still closed. "Sorry." They sat up, Bucky and Steve expecting them to take their question back, clearly a slip up in their will to do everything themself. "Can you help me, please?" They asked, their head bowed, ready for rejection.

"Of course Dove." Bucky said, elbowing Steve, making him pick up the pajamas and get ready to help. "Can you stand up?" He said, still in shock that they were already accepting the fact that the two men were genuinely there to help, not leave them alone and confused to do things on their own like they once were.

Dove stood up, unbuttoning their pants and kicking them off, Steve held open the pajama pants, allowing Y/n to step into them, Bucky keeping them balanced as they did so. Y/n began to struggle with their shirt, an exhausted sigh leaving their lips as they got stuck, hands held above their head, Bucky laughing as he helped pull it off all the way, Steve quickly slipping the pajama shirt on and making sure the sleeves weren't twisted, something he hated.

Bucky and Steve got Dove situated in bed, tucked tightly under the covers, their stuffies underneath with them, showing them where their bathroom was if they needed it, letting them know too that they would keep their door open if they needed anything, then a forehead kiss each and they were off, out the door and down the hall to their own room, getting in their own pajamas and getting ready to end the day.

"I can't stop thinking about all of the times they just slept in their regular clothing because no one was there to help." Bucky scoffed, walking to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

"Buck I just got that picture out of my mind." Steve argued, picking up his book off his night table to read before bed.

"I just can't believe they let us help." Bucky changed the conversation slightly.

"It's got to be a good sign, that they are letting us help already, trust us enough to take care of them." Steve answered, putting his glasses on as he cracked open his book, 'a guide to becoming a caregiver', the eighth caregiver/age regression book he's found and immediately read in the past three months as they prepared for Y/n to come and live with them. "But their behavior might change later on." Steve spoke, reciting things he had read in his books, trying to navigate the situation at hand. "They are stressed, tired, in a new place, very overwhelmed, this could just be a one time thing." He continued, growing sad at his own words, wanting to fight himself for even thinking that way.

"Really?" Bucky laughs. "I'm usually the one that makes everything sad and yet here you are." He pauses. "Acting as if Dove is going to wake up and not trust us."

"They might." Steve admitted, guilt written all over his features.

"Sirs?" A small voice was heard from the hallway, the crack in the door allowing Dove's shadow to be seen, it creaking open slightly.

"Everything okay Dove?" Bucky asked, disregarding his and Steve's conversation, happy for the distraction. "What's wrong?" He asked again, Dove's shy face not revealing any clues as to why they seemed to need something.

"I's jus' a little." They held their fingers up to show how little. "Li'l dark, in m'room." They said, worry on their face, unsure if they were allowed to bring things like this up, or if they should just leave it.

Steve smiled sweetly, putting his book down and walking towards the door. "I think there's a nightlight in your room, why don't we go find it?" He asked, smiling down at Dove, turning the hallway light on so they could see.

"You too?" Dove asked, looking at Bucky, wondering if he would follow.

"I can come too, sure." He smiled, following behind alongside Steve as Y/n lead the way back to their room, something Bucky felt he could get used to.

The three of them entered the room, Steve turning the overhead light on as Bucky began looking in a few spots for a nightlight. "Oh here!" He said, showing the sweet cloud nightlight off to Y/n, who's face lit up at the sight of it.

Steve grabbed it and plugged it in next to the bed, giving it a few taps to ensure it would stay put, smiling as he stood back, Y/n kneeling in front of it in awe. "I'm gon'name him fluff ball!" They cheered, touching the plastic as if it were actually a fluffy cloud.

"That's a perfect name Dove." Bucky cooed, ushering them back into bed, pulling the covers up to their chin, and tucking them in nice and tight, once again the two of them kissing their forehead.

"Can you stay too?" Dove asked, teary eyed as they watched the two men leave a little too quickly.

They both looked at each other and nodded, Steve grabbing a couple floor pillows and placing them next to the bed. "This good?" He asked, his back leaned against the bed as Y/n watched him and Bucky.

"Yes, thanks." They closed their eyes, happy in their burrito position.

"I told you." Bucky smiled, Steve shaking his head in disapproval, more aware that maybe tomorrow Dove wouldn't be so willing to ask for help, no one could know, and he didn't want to get his hopes up.

Eventually soft mumbles could be heard, Dove making some noise while they sleep, and a few deep snores could be heard here and there, those coming from the two sleeping super soldiers, mafia men, powerful business people, owners of the city, who had fallen asleep on the floor, at the side of their little's bed.

#mafia au #mafia!stucky #mafia!steve rogers #mafia!bucky #steve x little!reader #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers age regression #steve rogers x little!reader #steve rogers x little reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky #bucky x little!reader #bucky barnes x little!reader #bucky barnes age regression #age regressor #age regression fic #little reader #little space

[squea]

oc's as obscure associations tag (thank u @madeofcc <3)

cornelius o'clock baby!!!

animal: saying a bat is too obvious so i'll say a grizzly bear colours: red, black and also like a neon hypnotic green month: september song(s): people are strange - the doors number: 3 smells: lavender and cologne samples he gets in the magazine gemstone: bloodstone (ok i know this seems cliche but i swear its for more reasons that just it has the word blood in its name) time of day: 3am season: the start of spring, where days are still shortish, but its getting a bit better. places: in his mummas heart food: ... plasma fruit or bjorn bjergsen drinks: plasma jane, red wine, or energy drinks (they make them sick, but hes energised all the time so i still associate them with him) element: acid/poison? does that count? astrological sign: virgo seasoning: black pepper sky: the very first bit of light in the very early morning. its still more or less pitch black, just with a hint of the morning on the horizon. weather: completely clear, no clouds. magical power: mans a vampire. enchantment/mind control (nothing too wild tho) weapons: something sharp but big. a scythe. social media: he never posts, but instagram to keep up with his "friends" and finds the explore page fascinating. makeup product: concealer... candy: idk if this is just a UK thing but lovehearts. he reads the little loving messages out loud before eating a whole pack. method of long distance travel: bat travel. art style: leyendecker fear: rejection (cant get rejected if u dont try) mythological creature: an imp? piece of stationary: mechanical pencil three emojis:

celestial body: venus

im so sorry im too shy to tag people esp if i miss that theyve already done it asdhjagsdj but pls do it and say i tagged u bc i love to read peoples ok

#shoutout to max buttertrait for allowing me to spam them as i wrote all this xoxo #cornelius kidney

[aibidil]

Fellow ADHDers

The most important lesson I’ve learned in the past few years is this: the fact that we “commit” to something only to “abandon” it after 2-6 weeks does not mean that the endeavor was a failure

Don’t go into things with the mindset of “I will do this consistently forever, this time will be different” fuck that noise. We’re never gonna do that. (And even when we do take on lifelong ways/habits, it’s not because we willpower our way into it, i don’t even believe in willpower as a concept at this point — oh look I tangented) Doesn’t matter. Let your new-thing enthusiasm draw you into whatever and tell yourself from the outset that it’s probably for a shortish period while you’re still excited about it. Buy that planner if you want, knowing full well you’ll only fill out three weeks. We don’t need to try to pound ourselves into continuing things if we no longer enjoy them, and we can actually enter into things with that knowledge! and if that isn’t freeing, idk what is

The world is full of things to grab our enthusiasm. I intend to make room for them.

#adhd #neurodivergence

[milfsfckr]

Oh honey. (Pt 3)

of sorry not professor

Professor!wandamaximoff x student!fem!reader

Warnings: nothing I think?

Summary: you have three detentions

Proofread. (Kinda?)

pt1 ,pt2

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Wanda's POV:

As I was waiting for y/n to come to my office I just went on my phone and saw that my husband- ex husband vision, posted a photo with him and a bunch of girls. I just rolled my eyes and turned off my phone, and as I did I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in" I say and looked at the door when opened it was y/n, "have a seat" I say and look at my laptop she sits down and plays with her hands.

"So your going to be here until 4.30" I say and she just looks at me and rolls her eyes, "I hope you don't have anything to do until then" I say and focus on my laptop.

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Y/n's POV:

You know how boring this is, she didn't even give me any work to do. So I decided to grab one of her pens and draw on my hand like I did last time.

And I did she didn't notice I think, it was around 3pm when I got here so I have 1 hour and 30 minutes. This is going to be longest 90 minutes of my life.

"Miss?" "Yes" she answers "im like reallyyy bored" I say and she just chuckles and says "well you should've went to class" she says and I roll my eyes, "stop rolling your eyes or I'll punish you" she says and looks me in the eyes and I just sit there with wide eyes.

I nod my head and continue to draw on my hands, she looks at me and sees my thighs are tight together and she just chuckles to see what an effect she has on me.

As I was sitting there I was thinking about a plan to see if she really wanted me, I just need to talk to Nat and tell her about it.

"Ms Maximoff what's the time?" I ask her "4.20" she says and I sigh knowing I only have 10 minutes left in here, I mean I like it but she's my teacher..

After the 10 minutes go by she gets up and I look at her in confusion cuz I didn't know what the time was, "you can leave now" she say firmly and I nod "you better be in class tomorrow y/n" she says as I leave her office.

And as soon as I did I texted Nat,

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Me

Nattyy.

A redhead

What do you need now y/n?

Me

Soo yk abt the whole Ms Maximoff thing right?

A redhead

Yes what about it.

Me

Soo I need to see if she's interested in me or not soo...can you pretend your my gf or sum shit

A redhead

I mean who wouldn't wanna go out with you, but you had to pick me?

Me

I mean she sees us a lot together and you were the first to come to mind.

A redhead

Fine but it's only for tomorrow, okay?

Me

Okayy, ty nattyy

A redhead

Anytime dory

Read at 4:59pm

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After I texted her I turned off my phone and got into my car and went home, as soon as I got home I turned on my shower and got in after I took off my clothes.

As I got out of my shower I could hear Rey's meows from my bathroom door, I think he's hungry, after I dried myself I put on some pj shorts and an over sized shirt.

I got out of my bathroom and saw Rey on the floor and he looked up at me and looked at me with those beautiful green eyes, I picked him up and took him to the kitchen to get him some cat food, then I get me a glass of water and go back to my room to go ti bed.

And I don't normally eat dinner so I just put on a movie and soon after fell asleep.

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TIME SKIP

I wake up from a text from Nat and it said, 'I'll pick you up at 8:30' I smile and get off my bed and go to the bathroom.

After I finish brushing my teeth and having a shower I change into a shortish pencil skirt with a white blouse, then I put my hair in a half up half down with a black bow.

After I was done getting ready I did some light make up and then went to feed Rey, I grab his bowl and put his favourite cat food in it and got him some milk.

It was around 8:15 after I done that so I just got my bag and waited for Nat to come and get me.

Then I hear a knock on my door and I knew who it was, so I said bye to Rey and grabbed my bag and went to the door. I opened the door to see Nat in some jeans with a white skirt and I leather jacket.

She looks good, "hey Nat" I say and she smiles at me "hey dory" she says as we go to her car. The drive to school was quiet but the radio was on though so that's was alright.

"So I only have to do this for today?" She asks I shrug my shoulders "i don't know but let's hope" I say as we pull up to the school parking lot.

She parks the car and gets out to open my door and I give her a sweet smile and walk into school together, everyone was looking at us but not in a bad way. People have been shipping us together but we didn't like each other like that.

We look for everyone and their at our table that we sit at and their all looking at us, "soo Nat, y/n?" One of them said the only ones that know it's not really is Kate, Lena, and Peter.

"Mhm" I hum and she sits and lets me on her lap, we waited until the bell rang for our first class and I had double Russian with Ms Maximoff and that's when I groaned and Nat heard me.

"What's up y/n?" She says "I have double Russian" I whine and she looks down at me "do you wanna skip?" She asks "I can't cuz she saw me this morning" I say and she gives me a sad smile "do you want me to take you to class?" She asked and I nodded.

As I got up she kissed my cheek and I blush then I saw Ms Maximoff glare at us, Nat got up and held my hand as we walked to my class.

We got there and she gave me a peck on the lips and then I went into class and Ms Maximoff didn't even look at me, so I just sat down.

The class was reallyyy boring cuz we were just learning the alphabet and the basics, and the I heard the bell ring and got up until I heard my name.

"Miss Y/L/N can you stay after class please" Ms Maximoff says and I sighed and sat back down to wait until everyone left.

"What you need miss?" I ask "come here" she says telling me to come to her behind her desk. I nod and go there and she stands up and she's a little bit taller then me so I have to look up at her, "I've heard you and Natasha have been dating" she says and I nod "well what would happen if I look through your guys texts, huh?" She says.

I look at her confused and then she says "oh honey, I know the only reason your with her is to make me jealous, and it did work until I found out by your friends that can't keep quiet" she says and I mumble something but she doesn't hear.

"But it's okay honey, but do you know bad I wanted to bend you over my desk and make your ass the same colour as my hair?" She says and I just roll my eyes and she saw and gripped my chin and made me look her in the eyes.

"What the fuck did I say about rolling your eyes y/n" she says and it make me extremely wet, so I let out a quiet moan. "Oh so you like when mommy is being rough? What a slut" she says and lets go of my chin.

"But this will have to wait until your detention honey, oh can I please have you phone" she says and I don't say anything and hand it to her.

"Password" she says "926326" I say and the phone unlocks, I see her open messages and I have a worried look cuz she'll see my messages with Nat.

"Oh so I was right, you're not with Natasha?" She asked and I nod my head, "I'll look through this later and you should get to claw before you get even more detention" She says "can I have my phone back though?" I ask in a bratty tone cuz I knew I would get more detention cuz I was already late.

"That's not the tone you use to talk to your mommy" she says and I roll my eyes, lucky she didn't see it "and your not getting it back until I've looked through it" she says and I whine.

"I don't like a whiny baby, y/n" she says and I huff and walk out of her class room, then head to my next class which had already started.

I walked in and Ms hill looked and me and was disappointed, "y/n you have detention with Ms Maximoff at lunch because your late" she says and I roll my eyes and sit next to Yelena who was already knew I was pissed off with it cuz I had detention with her after school.

I mean I was sexually frustrated after what happened with Ms Maximoff and she took my phone, let's hope she doesn't go through my photos, cause I have a lot in there when I give my phone to other people at parties.

But after Ms hills class I I forgot I had detention with Ms Maximoff so I just went to lunch with Lena and Peter.

We sat in the cafeteria, but then Ms Maximoff was walking towards us, "y/n why is Ms Maximoff coming here?" Nat asked "shit I have detention with her I better go" I say and get up and went to Ms Maximoff.

And she wasn't happy, so I didn't say a word and just followed her to her office. We always have detention in her office, we get there and she lets me in first and then after I'm in she closes the door and locks it.

"Ms Maximoff?" I say and she just looks at me "why weren't you in my office when the bell rang?" She asked "I forgot I had detention with you" I say in a whisper but knew she could hear.

"Mhm" she hums and pulls out my phone from her pocket, "well cuz I haven't been through this i guess I'll do it now?" She asks herself and I just okay.

"Where's the pen you had yesterday?" She asked while unlocking my phone "erm..I think I left it on your desk" I say and she gives me a random pen on her desk.

After a while I was drawing on my hand as she was going through my phone, "why is half of the cheer team texting you?" She asked "ohh yeah I forgot about that, so I used to date Alison but then we broke up cuz she cheated on me with Carol" I say and let out a sigh.

"And then because I was single everyone was trying to ask me out" I say and she nods her head, the whole of lunch time was like this. She'll ask me questions and see if I'm lying or not, and I wasn't lying except for one but she thought I was telling the truth I hope.

It was when me and Nat were friends with benefits and we would you know meet up and do it, but we texted that on snap and we don't save chats.

And when the bell rang I was in no hurry cuz I had Ms Maximoff, "you can have your phone back sweetheart, but if you do anything stupid or bad I'll take it off you or punish you" she says and feel my face heat up at the thought of her punishing me.

After that we walked to her class I was the first one there cuz lunch had just finished and no one would be there on time, as I waited I got bored and started drawing on my hand again as we waited.

Finally everyone was in class I think, and I had it with Lena again which was a good thing. We just talked quietly as Ms Maximoff did and waited for the bell to ring so we could go home.

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Around 30 minutes after the school bell went and that's when I remembered I still have detention with Ms Maximoff and Johansson. And that's when I tell Lena and she said her and Nat will pick me up after.

I walked to Ms Johanssons office and knocked on the door and heard her and Me Maximoff, "come in" I hear her say and went in and sat on the couch cuz Ms Maximoff was on the seat.

This is going to be the longest two hours of my life, and yes two hours longer than yesterday.

Somebody kill me.

My Masterlist.

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #professor maximoff #natahsa romanoff #yelena belova #kate bishop #peter parker

[listlessdionysian]

Short Fiction, Fantasy: On Well-Wishers (BFS Horizons, 2019)

As promised, this is the first short piece I ever published. It's also the first story I wrote set in a wider fantasy world that I am still working on. In this earlier version, the world was a high fantasy rendering of our own world so there are some references to real places. It was published by the British Fantasy Society's Horizons magazine back in 2019 when I was working an utterly horrific job as a shift manager at a coffee shop, and its acceptance inspired me to jump into a PhD with both feet.

It's a short thing, a little fairy tale modelled after the best of them - full of hubris, darkness, and sharp teeth. I've resisted the urge to change anything. This is exactly as it was printed, but any flaws in its composition are mine and mine alone.

On Well-Wishers

Elias Croup had plenty of land, and everyone said so. From the watermill to the meadows that lapped against the dusty kingsroad. He had many workers and tenants. The gods had been good to him. The gods had been kind. And no one said a cross word about him.

To his face, at least.

Perhaps you saw him once or twice, cutting across the corners of his little empire. A shortish roundish man with a single curl of brown hair dangling from his head. It collected the perpetual sweat from his brow, and drifted from left to right in the breeze. He always scowled, as if the world told him nothing but lies. Elias smiled only the once - when his father died, and his inheritance cleared the small courts.

What the gods give to one man, they take from another. The water mill had belonged to a kindly old man, stooped and half blind, supported by his three daughters. Then the old man fell in the wheel of his mill. His daughters brought men from the village to tug and prise his mangled limbs from the mill’s workings.

Elias arrived the next morning. Condolences on his lips, his stubby fingers caressing the timber of the door frame, measuring the mill’s worth in the grain of its wood. The daughters wanted rid of the mill. Too many horrors. Elias bought it for a song, and reaped a symphony come harvest.

The fields and the meadows likewise tumbled into his hands. Petty swindles and a dozen accidents. Elias sowed his inheritance and fostered a small fortune.

But there was always more.

Everyone knew the most fertile land lay beyond the wood, but no one claimed it. The land and the trees around it belong to the fairies, and all feared their wicked tricks. Some left gifts of milk, bread, and honey at the wood’s edge in exchange for mercy and a bountiful harvest.

Elias did not trust fairy promises. He did not trust them because he did not believe in them. For that reason he came to the land beyond the woods and staked his claim. At the centre of the knoll lay a fairy ring. An oak tree, vast and vibrant, braceleted by pebbles and toadstools.

Elias tore them out. He brought men with axes and saws to labour in the hot June sun, and they brought the oak down. His workers set about preparing the land, clearing stones, and tearing up the earth ready for seeding.

He brought a famous dowser to his new land, and paid him handsomely. The dowser sprang, ran, veered and tumbled about the knoll. His magic twig humming and bouncing in his outstretched hands.

“Here my lord!” the dowser cried, at last, pointing to the spot where the great oak had been.

Elias set his men to digging the well. He sent for stones from the coasts of France. They shone pale and perfect in the light of the day. When they broke the ground at the foot of the well, it flooded and claimed the life of a local boy. A simpleton, by all accounts, who Elias paid with twigs and berries. Elias had insisted he be sent in alone for the crucial final stages of digging, as the boy had no parents and lived with a decrepit aunt who would not miss him.

When the water burst from the ground beneath the boy’s shovel, it swallowed him entirely. The other workers could only watch the serene surface of the water and pray he lived. Elias insisted that they wait until the water level rose high enough that the body could be retrieved with ease. 

The thought of paying for the burial of any of the men around him brought a fresh sheen of sweat to his brow.

Once they fished the simple boy from the water, they left, happy with the day’s work though some took to muttering darkly about their employer and wishing a slow and horrible end for the landlord.

Elias returned the following morning and found the well dry. He scowled into the dark depths. But then, he always scowled. He summoned the dowser to demand an explanation.

The dowser produced his twig, and turned quite pale.

“My lord, I- I don’t know what to say. The water is gone” he said.

“Gone,” Elias said.

“Perhaps the sun dried the well,” the dowser said, “It has been rather hot.”

“Bring the water to this well. I have built this well, I spent a lot of money on this well, as I am spending a lot on you. Bring the water here.”

“I only find the water my lord. Perhaps an enchanter from the Royal Society-”

“-would demand the entrails of a goat, and a newly born babe glazed in honey. As well as a king’s ransom. Fill my well with water, or I’ll fill it with you and your family.”

The dowser nodded. Or perhaps he trembled. He pranced, he danced, rolled, cavorted, spun, and everything else once again. But he found nothing. The water had vanished.

Elias cut off the man’s left hand and threw him in the road, deciding a dry well was bad, a dry well full of decomposing dowser was beyond bearing. The dowser lay sobbing in the dust strewn road, cradling the pumping bloody stump of his wrist to his chest. Elias stooped to wipe the blood from his knife on the grass, and tossed the dismembered hand into the undergrowth with a snort of disgust.

Eventually a passing traveller brought his cart to a halt and carried the dowser to a healer in the next town. Others had passed before, but upon spying the landlord pacing and and growling by his well they hurried on and left the wounded man to his misery.

Day after day Elias came to his well to mumble and curse about his plight. In the village they spoke of the revenge of fairies. They wondered if this would be the downfall of

Elias Croup.

They were half right.

One day Elias came to the well and found a man standing there. He wore an emerald cloak. In fact, there was little of the man that wasn’t one shade of green or another, save his salt and pepper curling hair, and his pale skin.

“What are you doing to my well?” Elias said.

“Admiring it. Handsome work, if a little dry as far as wells go.”

“Yes, well, that isn’t by design. Now be off with you. I need to think.”

The green man turned to regard Elias. He scratched a tuft of hair below his lower lip

with his little finger.

“Perhaps I can help,” the man said, “I’ve stumbled across a few thoughts in my time.”

“I don’t see how. I have wasted a small fortune on this well. This land was to be given over to farming, but with the groundwater gone, it seems I misjudged the opportunity before me.”

“Perhaps,” the man said, running the tip of a finger along the stonework, “But isn’t it worse to misjudge a second opportunity, so soon?”

“What opportunity?” Elias said.

“Well, forgive me for my ignorance, but I was led to believe this is fairy land. Not that I believe such things.”

Elias snorted.

“Too right,” Elias said.

“But others are much more gullible than you and I. They believe all sorts of tales and fancies. When the village folk heard your well had run dry, they chuckled and shook their heads, talking of how the fairies tricked you. How they punished you.”

“Bastards,” Elias spat, “Ungrateful bastards. I provide the food on their table, the roof over their heads, and the straw in their beds. ​Bastards.”

The green man nodded and smiled.

“They make mockery of you. But you can turn the tables. Go into the village, and tell them of the wonders of your well. How it grants wishes, thanks to fairy enchantment.”

“I don’t care about revenge,” Elias said, “Although it might be good to see them humiliated. I’m more concerned about the wasted investment.”

“Fairies do not work their wonders for nothing,” the green man smiled, “They require payment. They must throw coin into the well, if they hope to be heard. Then we shall return and collect the coin the peasants so willfully wasted on a dry hole in the ground.”

The idea appealed to Elias. Revenge and reward in equal measure. He agreed.

The green man insisted on a deranged and maddened aspect, to better convince the village folk a staunch skeptic had been converted.

Elias rubbed the single coil of hair on his head until it bushed and fuzzed like desert grass. He rubbed handfuls of dirt into his cloak. The green man assured him he looked every bit the madman.

So it was that Elias ran gibbering to the folk of the village. He spoke of strange lights and curious enchantments. One of his cows had miscarried. His mistress sprouted a beard overnight. He told them he offered gold for mercy, and the fairies accepted on the condition he open his land so others could make gifts and receive the fairies’ boon.

The people flocked to the well, still chuckling about Elias’ misfortune. The landlord tried his best to appear cowed and contrite, but in his dark and devious mind he counted copper and iron coins until he lost track.

There was no sight of the green man until nightfall, when the last of the village folk had left in search of home, to dream of riches and wishes soon to be granted.

Elias laughed and clapped at the sight of him.

“My friend, it worked,” Elias said, “They came as you said. In their dozens to throw their meagre wealth into my well.”

“Did you not trust me?” the green man said, a glint of emerald in his eye.

Elias waved his hands.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, “It worked. By all the gods it worked! Now, tell me, how do we get the money out?”

The green man produced a bucket and a rope.

Elias quirked an eyebrow and shook his head.

“I must say, my friend, I had expected something more inventive. We will be here through the night if we’re to try and scrape it all up in your bucket,” Elias said.

“Oh, no. You’re going to climb in. I’ll lower you down, and you can gather the money by hand.”

Elias laughed.

“I will never fit in that,” he said, gripping and shaking his rotund belly.

“Will you doubt me again, when fortune lies within easy reach?”

Elias scowled at the green man, and then at the bucket. He decided there was no point arguing. The bucket could barely fit one of his feet, and once the green man realised his foolishness, they could decide on a proper plan.

But when he slid his foot into the bucket, it fit comfortably. In fact, he was sure there was enough room for his other foot. Why- he could probably sit in the bucket.

He did so, and had a brief moment of discomfort. While the bucket could fit him, it didn’t seem to grow, nor did he shrink. When the green man lifted the bucket, he did so with ease. Elias cried out. He flapped his arms and squirmed and otherwise set the bucket to bucking and rocking in the green man’s grip.

“Easy,” the green man said, “Or I’ll drop you.”

“Drop me?” Elias shrieked, “​Drop me​? How is there even a ​me​ in this bucket to ​drop​?

Set me down at once. Set me down and explain yourself.”

“Calm yourself. Deep breath, like this,” the green man sucked in a lungful of air through his nose and blew it slowly through pursed lips. Elias, caught up in the strangeness of the scene, could do little else but do as he was told, “You sit in the bucket because you deserve to sit in it. You see? This fortuitous turn of events, along with the riches awaiting you below, are nothing more than the world’s way of paying you your due.”

“That may be but-” Elias began, then he blinked. Once. Twice. He looked down at himself in the bucket. At his knees drawn up to his chest. He slapped his hands against the sides and roared, “I am ​not​ going to discuss this with you while I am sat in a bucket! Set me down now!”

“Calm, calm,” the green man said. Despite the force of Elias’ protestations, he never once lost his grip on the bucket nor seemed the slightest bit perturbed, “Look - does the bucket feel sturdy?”

“Well, yes but-”

“So you are confident it would hold you all the way down?”

Elias met the other man’s gaze for a moment, then said, “I suppose so, yes.”

“And here’s the vital question - have I not been the very spirit of trustworthiness?

Have I not delivered on all of my promises?”

“So far, yes.”

“Then I promise the bucket will not break. It will bear you to the bottom.”

Elias considered for a moment. His fingers drummed the rhythm of his thoughts and calculations against the rough wooden walls of the bucket. Eventually, he decided that he and the green man were the only two in the field, that there was a considerable amount of money at the bottom of his well, and that he could always have the curious fellow killed afterwards.

Elias agreed to remain in the bucket.

The green man lowered him into the mouth of the well, and fed the rope hand over hand. The bucket began its steady and smooth descent. Elias touched the dry stone of the well. How expensive it had been. But this new venture would see him well compensated.

Perhaps he could build another well. Perhaps he could build three.

He looked up into the shrinking mouth of the well. At the glittering stars above. He saw the green man smile, and point to the depths beneath him.

Elias looked over the edge of the bucket, and his eyes widened at the sight of all those glittering coins. They shimmered and shone. In the light of the day he had deemed them copper and iron. Not much, but the cumulative wealth was enough to satisfy him. Now, in the well he saw gold. He saw rubies. Red and glowing by the light of the stars.

The light shifted, and the coins seemed to shift too. Their shapes contorted. Elias looked to the green man, smaller now with the distance. The green man winked, and pointed.

Elias turned, to stare at a hundred sharp and glittering golden teeth. A dozen rubies blazing with hateful and hungry fire.

The bucket stopped, hitched, then plummeted as the green man released the rope.

Elias plunged into the glittering, ravenous dark.

He screamed as he fell.

He screamed as the teeth tore into his flesh.

The green man reached into the well, and cupped his hands around the landlord’s screams. He turned, laughing, and threw them to the wind. The wind carried Elias’ screams through the woods, and carries them still.

The well is no longer there.

The ancient oak grew from its depths, and the stones cracked and tumbled. Moss reclaimed them.

This is how the fairies took back their land.

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[tangledbea]

I think it would've been kinda cool to see Cassandra act genuinely menacing during season 3. Her almost crushing Eugene was kinda along that line, but it was a shortish lived moment. I guess I mean just overall. Instead of mostly seeing her war with her inner emotions and whatnot (also zhan tiri but she always ended up listening to her), I would've loved for her to fully lean into the whole villain thing. Might have helped the plot a little during the wrap of the tts.

Honestly, her behavior in "Cassandra's Revenge" is my favorite from her villain arc. She's confident, intimidating, ruthless, and is barely pulling her punches.

This is part of why I think it would have made more sense for them to reach the Dark Kingdom and Cassandra turn on them during season two. Then it would have given Cassandra more time to build up her villainy before realizing she was wrong and going for that sweet, sweet redemption.

The plot they gave us could have been done in a more satisfactory* way, changing very little but the timeline. The conclusion of her villain arc and redemption was rushed to all hell. I'm not a huge fan of Catra being redeemed in SPOP, but at least she was given time to be redeemed. She had to face the consequences of people not trusting her and prove she was on their side (much like Varian did). But Cassandra had the last, what, fifteen minutes of the entire show to decide she was wrong (and only because ZT double crossed her and Cassandra lost everything she'd been fighting for in S3), be forgiven (by Rapunzel, which the showrunner decided meant that everyone forgave her, including the audience), help with the final fight, die (of what, there's no canonical answer, regardless of what individuals and groups think probably happened), be brought back, and leave Corona. Fifteen minutes of a three-season show, one whole season of which she was the villain for. Honestly, the build up to her turn was more believable than the actual turn and villainous arc.

*More satisfactory, not flawless. There's a lot I would change about her villain arc, but changing the pacing would have gone a long way to fix the issues.

#Tangled #Tangled the Series #Cassandra #TTS #Answered

[spicyicymeloncat]

Here’s my next Ninjago design post we got the old Lego ppl!!

Okay so I have so many thoughts on these three.

S1-2 rough designs

S2 designs

S11 designs

Casual designs

Pixal

Thoughts and extra doodles in the readmore

So headcanon 1) Wu is actually an impulsive, hero type. He strives to do right and emulate his father, and even grew his hair out like his father because I said so. He definitely let “son of the fsm” go to his head when he was young. He’s usually wearing really airy and puffy clothes and usually covers his skin. Whilst I think he’s pretty friendly, he’s a lot like pilots Kai in that he rushes into things alone and has a hero complex. Also he’s a little stupid but yknow

Headcanon 2) Garmadon is probably the most thoughtful and introspective out of the three, when he’s on a good day. Mainly the devourers venom makes him really mad and spiteful, even though sometimes he’d snap back and try to restrain it. Garmadon’s pretty buff because he gets all his anger out in training, and he also goes sleeveless often because his biceps are on point and he knows it, also being angry all the time makes him hot. Also he has shortish fluffy hair that he cut once really messily as an f u to his dad. As a kid, he used to be the responsible older sibling to pair off Wu’s more rebellious and lax nature (as seen when he goes to get Wu’s sword, or when he tried to dissuade Wu from crossing into serpentine territory). He was generally a little jealous of the attention Wu got as the little brother, which although technically he was actually the centre of the fsm concern after being bitten, was an insecurity that still manifested itself later on. Despite his curse, he’s actually more competent than Wu, as he has more leadership skills and charisma (I mean mans was a great politician he managed to overthrow both the skeletons and the snakes with mostly just words), and he’s actually pretty good with people when he’s not evil. He also left his father on bad terms, before the fsm died, and he’s regretted it since, which is partially why he took his role as Lloyd’s father so very seriously.

Also I think it would be cool if Garmadon was also weirdly blonde like Wu, because I think the good blonde/bad brunette trope is tired and I really liked Garmadon’s white hair Oni form from the comics.

Speaking of hair, sometime around or after the serpentine wars, Wu and Garmadon had a fight (not that uncommon), but Garmadon sliced off Wu’s hair, because it symbolised their father. Garmadon then realised and felt awful and it was another mark of their crumbling brotherhood

When Garmadon was cured of his evil post s2, Wu was overjoyed to have him back. Because despite everything Wu had always looked up to and admired Garmadon. At this point Wu had been regrowing his hair and he thought that Garmadon should cut it again, but as a sign of peace, to replace the bad memory of the haircut with a nicer one.

Now let me talk about Misako.

First of all design points, I gave her Lloyd’s s8 to present eyebrows because I can :). Also she started wearing the green bandana after s2 to remind her of Lloyd on her travels.

So I am kinda mixed about her. Because she’s an awful awful parent and I’m mostly mad on behalf of the other parents of Ninjago like Ray and Maya. They would totally punt her for willingly abandoning her son.

But then I thought: what if this was really interesting though? So here’s my take on Misako. She’s a pretty eccentric woman who is obsessed with history, and honestly doesn’t know how to be a parent. That was gonna be Garmadon’s job. When she realises Lloyd was the green ninja, she ups and leaves because her immediate response was to research the prophecy more. She leaves Lloyd at an evil school because who knows? Maybe he’ll become evil and then won’t fight his dad anyways. And she really doesn’t seem to care all too much when she sees Lloyd again in s2, or at least she doesn’t notice that her actions had definitely hurt him. She also basically underestimates him, thinking he’s just a gullible kid. Until he proves himself a fighter and works with her to defeat the stone warrior and she realises she’s been kinda awful to him, and does try to work on it. They then continue to have a relationship a little similar to Movie!Lloyd and Garmadon, where Misako has no idea how to parent and it’s still very awkward but they try… mostly. Misako, every a wandering spirit, will often just freaking disappear into the blue on a wild treasure hunt, and show up on birthdays to gift Lloyd a random skull before taking off never to be seen again. It’d be cute if they write to each other though. They slowly build an actual relationship (not like the show where Misako is just kinda there, imediately forgiven by Lloyd).

So that’s my take on part of Misako’s character. The other part I actually have a hard time forgiving her for. It’s her relationships with the spinjitzu brothers. Ik it’s the misogyny writing but still it’s half her character. Like I get it, Garmadon was trying to take over the world but I’m not okay with her in s2 where she basically takes advantage of Garmadon’s trust and emotional vulnerability to betray him, because ouch. Don’t manipulate his feelings thats mean! I could live with it if the scene was just:

Misako: *shows up*

Garmadon: *stuttering like a middle school student in front of his crush*

Because like that would be funny, she wouldn’t be manipulating him, and it would show how he does actually like her and no one is betrayed, Garmadon just loves his wife so much he can’t function like a normal person.

Now for the whole Wu stuff, I rlly don’t like how she kinda flirts with Wu in s2 but goes back to Garmadon in s3-4. And the letter stuff is bs and we all know it. She’s a historian, she’s smart! She wouldn’t make a life altering decision solely based on a poem?? Part of her job is source checking, like I’d bet she’d probably be able to identify whether it was Wu or Garmadon’s handwriting. So like my main problem is wusako honestly (but all power to you if you do!), like I don’t care for garmasako, it’s not my favourite thing but it’s tolerable. The love triangle doesn’t make sense like at least Cole Jay Nya, they have the excuse of being young but the old Lego people? Nah they’re supposed to be better than this cmon.

So my solution is that Wu and Misako do not at ALL get along. Which is why Wu never knew that Lloyd was left at darkley’s. Because they weren’t on speaking terms. Which is why Misako didn’t think that Wu could take Lloyd in instead, or why she never told Wu that Lloyd was the green ninja. Because she hates him. When she appears in s2, they both have this ongoing rivalry that provides a bit of comedy, but they ultimately team up for Lloyd’s sake and also to save Garmadon. They continue to have this low key beef in s3 and s4 which is where it ramps up again, when Garmadon and Lloyd leave them for Chen’s island. That’s when we learn that the reason they hate each other, is actually Garmadon’s fault. Chen convinced Garmadon to forge an insulting letter from Wu to Misako (or some other divisive action that would lead to them hating and never forgiving each other), in order to gain some benefit in their fighting (like perhaps to stop from finding out that he was working with Chen, or to gain power idk). This parallels how Chen works, by making others fight for benefit. Then when Chen reveals this to Wu and Misako, they are obviously pissed. They do make peace with Garmadon and also each other. Then they rebuild their relationship properly in s5 (opening a tea shop together) and s7 where Misako is Wu’s closest confidant. I think they’d stay platonic tho.

Also sorry I don’t have drawings for this I might edit this post with doodles in the future, lol.

But yeah Ninjago

#ninjago #lego ninjago #art #digital art #fanart #ninjago wu #ninjago master wu #ninjago garmadon #ninjago lord garmadon #ninjago misako #ninjago rewrite #technically the Misako part was a rewrite #ninjago headcanons #I actually really like these characters now #even Misako and her dysfunctional relationships #hidden race hc times: they’re all Japanese because that’s the most common ‘ethnicity’ in Ninjago #again like Lloyd: Wu and Garmadon have weirdly blonde hair #blonde Garmadon agenda #pls he looks cool #also Misako could bench press you btw #Ninjago design

[meta-squash]

Some other general all-over-the-place Torchwood thoughts that are coming up as I'm writing a post-Cyberwoman fic:

I'd love to know why they decided Ianto canonically lives in Radyr. It would make sense if, like Owen between seasons 1 and 2, Ianto maybe moved to Radyr. But I feel like it would make much more sense for Ianto to live in Splott or Roath or someplace like that in season 1, or at least while Lisa was still in the hub.

Radyr is a fairly nice, well-off area and a shortish commute (30mins) but still longer than Ianto probably would want. If he was planning on restoring Lisa to health and then leaving and taking her with him to live somewhere else, I would think he'd want to live in the cheapest place he could find. I also think he'd want to live somewhere very close to the hub, so he could get there as quickly as possible if something went wrong with Lisa in the night. If he were in Splott/Roath/Adamsdown/somewhere like that, it would be both cheap(er) and a less than 15 minute drive to the hub in the day, probably even shorter at night. (Plus it would totally explain his "I believe estate agents pronounce it 'Splo' quip in Day One.)

I've also always hated the weird timeline of Ianto's early Torchwood 3 employment. By Fragments, he's been there less than 2 years. Which would mean that by the time of Suzie's death, he'd probably only been there a month or two. I feel like all of the stakes and all of the interactions during Cyberwoman would make so much more sense if he'd already been there at least 4 months or longer. His "When was the last time you asked me anything about my life" is a much heavier truth if he's been there long enough that they're comfortable with him and consider him a fully established part of the team and not just someone still a little new. It would probably take him months to use Torchwood's resources to find Tanizaki, plan out all the details of getting Lisa well and getting all three of them safely out of and away from the hub, and get contingency plans in place. The stakes would be much higher if he'd been keeping her alive for like 4 or 5 months rather than just 2 or 3, meaning the shock of her not actually being fully Lisa and the manipulation of cyberman-mind would be a lot more intense and Ianto's denial a lot stronger.

On the opposite end of the observation spectrum, I'm so glad they kept in the "You think you're a hero, but you're the biggest monster of all" line, which was originally supposed to be cut. A lot of Jack's behaviors are really fucked up and horrible. Sometimes it's because he doesn't have a choice (Small Worlds), sometimes it's because he's too emotionally involved (Cyberwoman) and sometimes it's just plan fucked up (Combat). I think it's a great quote for Ianto to say because it really does highlight the things Jack does or the decisions he makes or the commands he gives that go just a little too far. And it reveals the lack of that "how far is too far" questioning, the examination of what is ethical or humane or whatever. And because Jack is immortal he constantly has to live with his actions, and there's always that question of will he become numb to it all. And of course that sentiment that he's the biggest monster of all is constantly turned on him again and again by other people and he has to continue to live with it and decide whether it hardens him or whether he allows it to change him in a more progressive or positive way.

#torchwood #torchwood meta #uhhh this is kind of all over the place sorry

[fangirleaconmigo]

Rules: We would like to ask you to recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems”! (Thanks for the tag @stinastar !)

1. Most popular: This is my most popular COMPLETE multi chapter Geraskier:

Refuge in Lettenhove. Explicit.

Geralt and Ciri are on the run from Nilfgaard. After a narrow escape from certain death, they seek refuge in a Lettenhove court. Geralt is shocked to find that the viscount, (and secret leader in the resistance) is none other than the man he scorned on the mountain. But Jaskier is acting as though he’s never met him before in his life.

It’s adventure, intrigue, twists and turns, lots of Geralt pining and trying to set things right. (And a serving or two of fealty kink.)

2) Hidden gem #1. This is Geraskier as well, so it’s not HIDDEN hidden. But it is a modern au, which, in my experience, is a hard sell in the Witcher fandom.

But, when people give it a chance they seem to love it (judging by the comment section).

To the Dark I Said Pour and Forgot to say When. Teen and up.

Geralt is a long haul truck driver. With long stretches on the road away from his family, and with no one to keep him company but his loyal dog Roach, he has to brave most of his life completely alone. Then one day, just as he is passing the city of Oxenfurt, he turns on the radio and hears a voice.

People say this one makes them ache. It is melancholy and lonely but with a happy happy ending.

2) Hidden gem #2. Ok this actually IS hidden hidden. This Yengilla fic is three things that are tough in the witcher fandom. Femslash + rarepair + modern au.

At Least Now Our Demons Have Names. Teen and up.

This story begins the day two events upend her life: Fringilla discovers a dead body, and Yennefer Vengerberg swans back into her life.

It is a shortish (12,500) paranormal murder mystery. I use the modern AU setting to poke and prod at their rivalry and turn it to love.

I’ll tag a few folks but it’s no pressure

@jayofolympus @round--robin @jackironsides @hummingbee-o0o @gilligangoodfellow

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #Jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #fringilla vigo #yengilla #ficrecs #yes I just put TAD lyrics for almost all of my titles

[joetaylorkidneyblog]

After a year’s delay I’m finally posting my retrospective on my first 20 years in Reno. Here’s hoping the next ten year retrospective doesn’t take another to write.

Special thank you to @creative-writing92 for proofreading this.

I hope you all enjoy

A look back at 20 years in Reno, Part 1– The first 10 2002-2012

September 3, 2022 was the 20th Anniversary of my move from Phoenix, Arizona to Reno, Nevada. I’ve wanted to write this retrospective for a while but for some reason, I put it off. I had the time, I just didn’t do it. I played games on my iPad or took naps. So here it goes. I’m not doing a year-by-year breakdown because some years would be boring. This is just a word dump with some trimming to keep it shortish.

September 3, 2002, it was the day after Labor Day. That weekend was hard at church. Word had spread among my group of friends that I was moving. I remember the specific reaction of one older friend and his wife. He interrupted his wife’s conversation with another person to not only tell her that I was leaving but to have the three of them pray for me after I explained why I was leaving. I spent the holiday morning at a church baptism basically saying goodbye to all the friends I made at the church I had attended for the entire time I lived in Phoenix from 1997-2002, Vineyard Christian Fellowship North Phoenix. Thankfully, I’m still in contact with many of them via Facebook. Many times I wish I had gone back for more visits, but that never happened and probably won’t because of health issues.

So you may be asking why did I move 740 miles if I was happy where I was? That can basically be summed up in two words; No Job! After being let go from one job for having flu-like symptoms for more than a week, Since I was having difficulty finding a job, one that would allow me to pay my bills, my mom eventually suggested that I move to Reno and live with her while I looked for a job and got settled. After some discussion with one of my pastors and prayer with friends, I took my mom up on her offer of a place to live. I spent the holiday weekend loading up my stuff into a U-Haul truck and early Tuesday morning I hopped into my tightly-packed truck and drove all day and night through the Arizona and Nevada deserts finally arriving in Reno early Wednesday morning. After sleeping a few hours at my new residence, my dad came and helped me unload the truck and put the majority of my stuff in my mom’s garage. We took the truck to the nearest U-Haul rental location. The next several weeks I was out looking for a job and found one that allowed me to use the electronics degree that I got in Phoenix.

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Let me tell you a story about how lucky I was during my trip. When I say tightly-packed, I mean I could barely pull down the door, I needed my roommate to push on the pieces that were blocking the door so I could close the latch. I fortunately ran into a kind Arizona Highway Patrolman who let me go through a security checkpoint at the Hoover Dam. Since it was almost the one year Anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks, there was concern that other locations would be targets for attacks, Hoover Dam being one of them. Since we couldn’t open the back of the truck so he could inspect it. He decided my story was credible enough that I wasn’t going to blow up the dam and let me through to cross over the dam. If he didn’t let me over, I would have had to take a major detour and probably wouldn’t have had the gas money to make it to Reno that night, nor money for a hotel room.

**

Those first seven years were dominated primarily by two things; my Line Tech job at International Game Technology (IGT,) and volunteer work at the church I was going to, first known as Mtn Springs Church, later on it became Reno Vineyard. I have always been active in my churches, whether it was being a part of the sound crew from an early age at my home church in South Lake Tahoe, or being an adult leader in the Youth group in Phoenix to overseeing the Audio/Video Team in Reno, volunteering had been a big part of my church experience. It didn’t take me long to get plugged into the church once I found the right one. I quickly made close friends, both in my age group and some who are older, many of those people have remained in my life.

I started working for IGT at the end of September, 2002. During my tenure there i started on the Day Shift Crew until the need arose for someone to move to the Swing Shift Crew, until the Swing Shift schedule was closed and we all joined the DayShift Crew. I eventually got to a point where I was the tech that was called for the tougher jobs. At the end of my tenure I was part of a focus group to try to find causes of repetitive repair issues that usually resulted in damage to expensive parts. In this group I worked closely with management and engineers. I would put together spreadsheets based on repair calls and the specific tech’s repairs performed.

One significant event that happened in April of 2008 was the sudden death of my younger brother Philip. Phil had been living with our grandmother in Yuba City helping her out as well as going to college and trying to make the college baseball team. When that didn’t work out he began studying to to obtain a real estate license, which he obtained. Unfortunately this was in the middle of the recession and he wasn’t able to sign on with an agent at the time so he was helping my uncle flip a property nearby. Phil’s sudden passing had a profound impact on my life. Even now 15 years later and after a traumatic brain injury, I still remember that day very vividly. I was at work when I got the 9am call from my mom telling me that my brother had passed during the night. I’m not going to describe that morning because the details take up too much space. The support I got from coworkers as well as my Star Wars friends was an immense comfort to me.

One other major event that I got to be a part of was during Memorial Day weekend of 2007 to celebrate my 30th birthday I joined a few thousand fellow Star Wars fans in Los Angeles at Celebration IV (CIV) to celebrate the 30th Anniversary of the Original Star Wars movie. During this weekend I meet up with a bunch of fellow bloggers on the old Fan Club, Hyperspace blog site. Sadly the blogs are no longer in existence. But we still keep in touch via Social Media. After the first day a Bloggers’ Meet & Greet was organized since most of us had never met in person. This gave us the chance to put a face to the Username and avatar.

(Picture of the convention logo. This was taken from the large screen at the opening ceremonies.)

(Our group at lunch on the first day. I’m the tall curly-haired dude in the center of the picture. I ran into these guys by chance. I was getting dog-tired. We spent the rest of the weekend going from place to place. We waited in line together

After I left my job, I had planned on getting some rest for a few days and then do stuff around my mom’s house. I had been renting it from her since just after I had moved back to Reno, after she had moved to Gardnerville for her own job. But I ended up just staying in bed most of the time. I did plan a trip to the east coast to see some friends I had met a few years earlier at a Star Wars convention in Los Angeles, but prior to that East Coast trip, over Mother’s Day weekend, my mom, grandmother and I were going to go to Chicago to see family that lived there and we hadn’t seen in more than a decade. I had also planned on catching up with other Star Wars friends who lived in the Chicago area. The week prior to our trip to Chicago, I went down to visit my grandmother and my mom had suggested that instead of her going to get Grandma, I bring her to Mom’s house and they would come get me the next day at my house and we would go to the airport.

Looking back now, I shouldn’t have even gone to visit my grandma, let alone driven us back. For a good portion of the week that I was there, if I was in the living room, I was nodding off or falling asleep even while I was on the computer, writing an essay for an American history college course. I also took a drive out to a park and was nodding off on that drive too. I’m lucky I didn’t drive off a cliff while driving grandma and myself back to Gardnerville. Sing Grandma hadn’t seen my Uncle Bob in a while, we took a detour to visit him and his then wife Jenny in South Lake Tahoe. The routes I took to their house and to my mom’s house in Gardnerville from Tahoe weren’t exactly the safest ways to go for someone who kept nodding off. After eventually making it to Gardnerville, I could have stayed at mom’s house but I didn’t. I said I had to pack and also had to finish my history essay that was due that night at midnight. Mom and Grandma would come get me the next morning and go to the airport for our flight to Chicago. I left my grandma and made my way back. I stopped at both a grocery store to get a Starbucks coffee AND a 7-Eleven to get a Coke Slurpee to keep me awake for the 30 minute drive home.

This is one of the instances where God kept me from dying. In between Carson City and Reno there is a five mile straightaway that goes through Washoe Valley that I would take and was regularly able to get my car up between 85-90 miles per hour and if there wasn’t any traffic or cops visible I could hit 100 mph. Sometimes I would take one of the truck routes that would bypass that straightaway. This trip was one of those times. I exited the highway and it wasn’t more than a mile into that route when I either nodded off or actually fell asleep and drove up the hill on the right side of the road and rolled my car down the hill. I’m pretty sure I actually fell asleep because I distinctly remember waking up and seeing the inside of my car spinning and stuff flying around inside. By some miracle my car landed on all four tires. I wasn’t injured. The roof on my side wasn’t damaged, the roof on the passenger side, however was CRUSHED, the same side that grandma had been in less than an hour before!

Another thing that God provided was the driver in the car behind me that saw the accident was a nurse who had just gotten off work at Carson Tahoe Medical Center and was on her way home. She was able to give me a brief check to make sure I didn’t suffer a concussion, she also called 911 and was able to give a statement to the police and paramedics about my condition. I was able to walk away from the accident and sit on the side of the road to call my mom and leave her a message. Another cool thing that helped calm me down was one of the paramedics in the ambulance was the daughter of a couple I knew from church and while I was strapped to the gurney on a backboard for the trip back to Reno, standard procedure for people in rollover accidents, my mom called me back and the paramedic was able to tell her my condition and where they were taking me. When we got to the ER i saw another friend who was also a paramedic.

Once I was taken to the trauma area I had blood drawn and it was after they got the results that the doctor came in and said it looked like I had kidney failure and that a nephrologist would be coming to see me.

It was now in May 2009 that I was diagnosed with Stage 4 kidney failure or End Stage Renal Disease (ESRD.) For probably the six months prior, I was beginning to experience the symptoms of kidney failure, things like fatigue, nausea and vomiting, but I never went to the doctor even after my friends would tell me to go. I would just attribute the symptoms to my lifestyle, at the time, I was in my early 30s and would eat primarily fast food, and other junk food. I wasn’t sleeping well, I was still drinking, though not as heavily as I had been. I started kidney dialysis, which I have been doing for fourteen years. The kidney failure was an inevitable result of my longtime kidney problems that I had since I was a child. I don’t believe it could have been stopped by going to a doctor. It would have been discovered sooner it could have been delayed by better self care and proper medical treatment. After my diagnosis my family member started checking into the transplant possibilities. It was found out mid 2010 that my father was a match, not only in blood type but also with certain proteins. We started the bigger process of testing. My dad had to get special approval from the transplant nephrologist on the transplant team for the hospital in Sacramento due to Dad’s age. Eventually dad was approved and the surgery was scheduled for June of that year, but the night before I was having stomach issues, probably due to nervousness, the surgery was canceled and postponed to mid- September (the week that I’m posting this is the anniversary of the transplant surgery.) After the cancellation I had to stay in the hospital for a week because there was concern about my blood pressure. The doctors and nurses wouldn’t let me walk around and didn’t give me any leg massaging boots, which I believe cause a clot to develop in my leg and resulted in a Pulmonary Embolism to develop in my lung in a few weeks after I was discharged. I believe the mistake made by not giving me boots nor letting me walk around would ultimately lead to the stroke that would occur five years later. Stay tuned for that fun story.

The rescheduled transplant surgery did actually occur in September of 2010, but that was not without its own complications. There was issues with blood flow in the transplanted renal artery that required the surgeon to clear out. After a roughly 12 hour surgery, longer than normal, I was taken to the recovery room where I would wait to be taken to my room. I don’t remember much about the first few days of my recovery except the surgeon wasn’t sure if the surgery was successful. I do remember the amount of urine that was being emptied from my catheter bag and thinking that it went well. I won’t bore you with the rest of my recovery except to say that the two months that I had that kidney (yes, you read that right, I only had the kidney for 2 months) were the worst two months of my life. One cool thing was one day I saw one of my friends from my dialysis clinic walking by my room and after yelling for her to come by my door, I asked her what she was doing there. She said her partner, who was also a fellow dialysis patient, was in the room next door because he had gotten a transplant soon after I did. I called my nurse in to see if I could walk next door and say hi to my friend. I stood at the door and we talked for a little bit. I think his partner eventually got a kidney transplant as well.

Once I was discharged I went to stay with my mom at my grandmother’s house which was half an hour away from where the hospital was at since I needed to be close for regular clinical visits. I was nearly always sick because of the anti rejection medication that I had to take along with a bunch of other daily medications. (

I even had to go back to the hospital after a week because I was so sick. I think after a month I got the clearance to come back to Reno. And stayed with my mom and stepdad. Deter a month with them I got the clearance from one of the hospital nephrologists that I could drive and even start looking for work. There was a drawback to this proclamation however. The dr didn’t have access to my recent lab values.

(Bottle on the Right in the dark are the pills that I took at night. Bottle in the Middle with the label is used for comparison. Bottle on the Left are the pills I took in the Morning. I think I took 17 total pills a day!)

I received a call from the clinical staff that there was a problem and I needed to come back to the hospital the next morning for some tests. I had planned on driving down to my grandmother’s house that night and stay at her house then drive to the hospital in the morning. My mom suggested that I stay in town and she and I would leave early the next morning. When we got to the hospital and checked in, I was taken back to get ready for the test. Long story short, the tech couldn’t see any blood flow through the new kidney. I was admitted and after further testing it was found that pseudo aneurysms had been found in the renal artery and veins where they had been attached to my arteries during the initial transplant surgery. I was told this on a Friday. The doctors took the weekend to figure out what to do. They wouldn’t let me leave for fears that the aneurysms could rupture. So here I was stuck in a hospital bed AGAIN, while doctors figured out what to do. I couldn’t walk around because I had been put on a heparin drip, why I’m still not clear. Finally after 5pm Sunday night I was told that they “hoped” I could get in the operating room early Monday morning, but since it was after 5 on a Sunday the was no one available to schedule the surgery. I didn’t get the surgery until 3pm! By that time the new kidney hadn’t had blood flow for almost a week! So the end result is that the transplanted kidney had to be removed. I ended up spending nearly the whole month of November in the hospital before being released the Monday before Thanksgiving. My dad and I had to beat a winter storm that was coming in. I’ve been on dialysis ever since.

The last thing I’m going to tell you about is spending Christmas in the hospital. For the month of December I was having my normal dialysis treatments at my old clinic. I honestly don’t remember if I was home now or at my mom’s. Probably at Mom’s. Well I was eventually at their house for Christmas Eve and stayed there overnight. But Christmas morning I was really sick and couldn’t keep even simple things like buttered toast down. I stayed up in their guest room pretty much all day. I did make it downstairs in the evening but was still really sick we decided to go to the ER. We were told that part of the renal artery was still in my body. This was supposedly standard for my type of situation and was the reason I still had to take the anti rejection meds. I was admitted and had a surgery to remove the artery. I spent a week in the hospital recovering. I was taken off the rejection med. As seemed appropriate for a year that say me spend a good portion of 2009 in a hospital, I ended 2009 sitting in a hospital bed and in the hospital hearing the fireworks in downtown Reno as we rang in 2010.

The first ten years ended on with two good things that I’m happy to mention, I was best man at both my parents’ weddings, my mom married my stepdad in 2010 and my dad married my stepmom in 2013. And through those marriages, I’ve gained two sets of step siblings and their spouses as well as a number of nieces and nephews who I’ve gotten to watch grow older mostly through their parents’ social media accounts.

I want to be VERY CLEAR. My transplant experience is not the norm. I’ve known people who have had kidney transplants and are doing great. One friend is now a social worker for a dialysis clinic in Ohio. I believe a patient who was at my current clinic when I first started way back in 2009 and was still there when I went back to the same clinic in 2020 got a transplant and to my knowledge is doing well. So don’t let my experience influence your decision or a loved one’s decision in a negative way. In fact I am totally open to sharing my dialysis journey if someone is interested. Just have them get in contact with me or you get in touch with me.

Looking back now, I can admit that I made many mistakes. I started drinking heavily, both at home and at bars and inevitably drove home impaired. I’m convinced that the drinking was a major contributing factor to the health issues that would define 2009-2012.

I’m ending this recollection here. I could give A LOT MORE details on a few things but it would double the length of this blog

#retrospective #look back #10 years

[always-andromeda]

hello beloved (platonic) can i pls get a caramel delight with a dano? i love that man and all his little guys.

a things about me! i’m a barista at coffee store, my favorite color is either any shade of green or muted orange but not together bc it looks muddy. i am autism. i have shortish dark hair that i dye to be darker so i look more like my iranian side of my family. i speak three languages and am learning many more. i’m obsessed with philosophy bc when i was a kid i watched cloud atlas and it was. formative. and then i watched the good place later on and got formed even more. i don’t have a favorite music bc i think choosing one would be unfair to all the ones i don’t pick. i also tend to fall for people who will never love me back.

thanks for allowing me to ramble about myself ily and your writing i followed you a full year ago about Paul Franklin Dano and i stuck around to this day despite not knowing anything much about your other blorbos. Take care of yourself this night and all others. :)

Goodness gracious, thank you so much for your support over the past year? Pretty early on I started to recognize your username in my notifications and it always makes me super happy whenever I see it! That being said, I think I would pair you up with Hank Thompson! Let me explain my vision here!

Hank would be endlessly enamored with you and your interest in philosophy and learning languages. It takes a very dedicated and intelligent person to really dive deep into the world around him the way you do. It's an interest in humanity that he himself has buried away inside of him and I guarantee he would admire that within you as well.

I could see you two having the most random conversations ever. Sometimes it may be about the world and philosophy. And other times I could see the conversation being so light that it's almost silly. Like he'd playfully tease you about not having a favorite genre of music but he'd get it; there's a little bit of good and bad in everything, even with something as small as taste in music.

And with Hank, I don't think you'd ever have to worry about unrequited love. He's felt that too. Oh, goodness, has he felt that. Sometimes he has a tendency to build people up in his mind until they could never quite live up to his expectations. People will always leave sooner or later, he figures. But your sense of love and loyalty would mean the absolute world to him.

#chocolate box valentine event❣️ #paul dano #danonation #danocel #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

[griseldabanks]

Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?, Link your three favorite fics right now (please), What is your most and least favorite part of writing?, and Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like?

1. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

I always think of myself as a novelist, and that carries over to fanfiction as well. Granted, I've written more oneshots than chapterfics, because it takes a lot less time, but I really do love sinking my teeth into a hefty chapterfic. I suppose one of my favorite ways to compromise is to do a collection of oneshots. It's great for when I have a bunch of ideas for a certain relationship or AU, but don't necessarily want to devote the time and attention an actual chapterfic would require.

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

This is...really hard. There are so many good ones! I couldn't possibly rank all of my favorites, because every fic that earns its way onto my faves has something uniquely wonderful about it, and it's really hard to compare. (Also, what is "right now" supposed to mean? Do other people...stop loving their faves? With very few exceptions, once a fic makes its way onto my faves list, it's there to stay.) But here are three from different fandoms:

Tempest by Bookwrm389 (FMA) - Parental!RoyEd fic involving Ed and Mustang fighting Scar during a thunderstorm, gobs of angst and hurt/comfort, everyone so perfectly in-character, some truly epic moments as well as some great humor (very fitting for FMA), and overall it's just impeccably written in every way. I thought of this one when answering question 60 below, and knew I had to mention this fic, because it was the first time I ever saved a fic to my hard drive that was written by someone who wasn't a personal friend. I'm not very good or consistent about saving the fics I really like, but I knew immediately that if I ever lost access to this one, I would regret it forever.

John Plays Hooky by chappysmom (Sherlock) - A fun, shortish chapterfic about John taking an unplanned day off to just enjoy himself, and unintentionally leading Sherlock on a wild goose chase as he tries to solve the mystery of where John suddenly disappeared to. The characters are written excellently, there's so much fun irony in knowing both sides of what's going on when the characters don't, and it's also an excellent display of what sort of person John Watson is. It's a fic that just makes me smile every time I think of it.

Wander into My Mind by SergeantToMyCaptain (Captain America) - Go ahead, accuse me of favoritism, but this fic written by my bestie is just...phenomenal. It's in an AU in which Bucky comes to Steve, who is helping him recover from everything Hydra did to him, and in which Steve and Sharon actually get a chance to go somewhere with their relationship. The fic is about one of Bucky's bad days, and how Steve helps him deal with it. Basically it's just a huge ball of hurt/comfort and some of the most exquisite angst and tenderness you'll ever read. Not a story for everyone, I suppose - you have to be comfortable with men being very soft and affectionate with each other, without even a smidge of romance between them. But if that's a pill you can swallow, do yourself a favor and go read this masterpiece.

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

Well, they're definitely related. I'm not very good at coming up with ideas on my own, so the brainstorming stage is often my least-favorite. It's much more fun, and much more effective, when I have someone to bounce ideas off of, but even so, what I really love is when the whole story is figured out, I know the basic gist of how things will play out, and all that's left is for me to sit down and find the words to write it. I love that. Sure, sometimes I end up staring at a blinking cursor even when I have a plan in mind, but it's just so satisfying to finally be able to put down on paper the scenes you've been daydreaming about. It never quite turns out exactly the way I think it will, and sometimes I need to take several passes at it before it gets to where I want it to be, but that part of the process is when I really feel like I'm in the zone. This is why I work best as part of a team, really - if someone else can help me with ideas, I'm perfectly happy to be in charge of actually writing those ideas out in the form of a story.

60. Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like?

Sadly, this writer seems to have disappeared and taken down/orphaned her fics, but one of the greatest moments of my fanfic career was when Bookwrm389 commented on my FMA fic "Silence-Carved Scars" and gushed about it. It's a Parental!RoyEd fic that was originally inspired by her Parental!RoyEd fic "Gold from Lead." Both fics involve a misunderstanding about the nature of Ed and Mustang's relationship, but she said I went farther than she'd dared to do. I was walking on cloud nine for a while, believe me ^_^

Fic Writer Asks

#ask and you shall receive #called-kept #ask games #just realized that maybe that question about fic recommendations was supposed to be about one's OWN fics? #oh well too late now

[cursedcatboy]

“I am what I am. I would tell you what you want to know if I could, for you have been kind to me. But I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.” – Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn.

INTRODUCING :  EZRAEL BINX

inspired by: KITTY MINX from LOVE IN HATE NATION. RACETRACK HIGGINS from NEWSIES. APOLLYON from HELLO FROM THE HALLOWOODS. RICHIE TOZIER from IT (2017) && IT: CHAPTER TWO.  PUCK from A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM. HOBAN “WASH” WASHBURNE from FIREFLY. // with hints of: john amoroso from the black suits. taako from the adventure zone: balance. aubrey little from the adventure zone: amnesty. jamie taylor from the haunting of bly manor. portia devorak from the arcana. ted “theodore” logan from bill and ted’s excellent adventure. wirt from over the garden wall. sally owens from practical magic. as well as: — the good, comfy vibes you get from a stevie nicks song. — the crisp earthy-sweet smell of damp fallen leaves. — the fog that results from a warm day turning into a cool night. — old black and white monster movies && arsenic and old lace. — this specific color palette. — the warm scent of sandalwood incense burning.

GENERAL

name. ezrael lysander binx. nicknames. ez, ezzie ( to a very rare few ), rae, little cat ( a thackery exclusive ) date of birth. august 13th. age. twenty three. gender. nonbinary. pronouns. they / them. powers. quick reflexes, very good balance. sexuality. pansexual. place of birth. hallow falls.           current residence. elias.          occupation. bartender, aspiring musician. song. we all float down here - four year strong. emojis. 😈 🧡 🎸

APPEARANCE  

height.  6′1″. build. athletic, lean. hair colour/style. shortish, just above shoulder-length & curly; naturally medium brown but they’ve been known to dye it black for funsies.       eye colour. green.         piercings. ears & septum.          tattoos. small black lineart of a crescent moon on the inside of their left wrist, small black lineart of a star on the inside of their right wrist, more to come.       notable markings. a few small scars on their fingers from their whittling phase, a scar just above the right side of their top lip, freckles.            glasses/contacts? neither.       faceclaim. fin argus. voiceclaim. n/a. but there is a lilt of an accent to their voice because of their growing up in thackery’s company.

HEALTH        

allergies. dogs && mangoes. sleeping habits. 6-7 hours a night; sometimes little naps during the day.     eating habits. pescatarian.            dominant hand. left.     drugs / smoke / alcohol? sometimes / yes / only in social situations.

PERSONALITY 

tropes.  lovable rogue, class clown, flirty bard. positive traits. patient, caring, loyal.        negative traits. stubborn, loud, rash.                  likes. bright colors, learning new things, cats, magic, 70s/80s rock, black converse.       dislikes. people who talk over them, being told what to do, tomatoes, most shades of brown.       bad habits. smoking, being reckless. 

RELATIONSHIPS

mother. unknown. father. thackery binx. siblings. n/a. children. none.    significant others. n/a. closest friends. tba.

TESTS

zodiac sign. leo. mbti. enfp.         temperament. sanguine.                  moral alignment. chaotic neutral.       primary vice. pride.       primary virtue. patience.

SKILLS & STATS

languages spoken. english, french, spanish, latin. drive? yes. jump start a car? yes.       change a flat tire? yes.        ride a bicycle? yes.          swim? no.      play an instrument? yes. guitar && piano.         play chess? yes but they hate it. they find it boring.           braid hair? yes.         tie a tie? yes.         pick a lock? yes.         sew? yes.    

here is a playlist for them !! :3

WANTED CONNECTIONS

;; all we are is dust in the wind, dude. | bandmates ! jam sesh buds !

ezrael can play a mean guitar but they can also play the keyboard & sing ! they just need someone ( or several someones! ) to jam with & talk music !! either this can be a Solid Band or just people jamming together & sometimes playing shows - ez is fine with either. music is their passion. 

;; if we shadows have offended. | magic friends !      

just people who have helped/can help ezrael earn more about magic! they've read books and done research but they've stayed more on the Book Knowledge side of things and they've been itching to try a spell or two - nothing major, just for funsies. their dad is thackery after all, they know not to mess with the Big Stuff.

;; the whiskey sure works && lordy i love it. | drinking buddies !  

ezrael is a social drinker and while they do tend to actively make friends while drinking, they much prefer to go out with friends than go out to find​​​​ friends.

;; people who build their houses in your heart. | close friends !  

ezrael is very social & they have friends of all sorts. but i have a feeling that they only have a few close friends - the ones they trade secrets with and always think to text first. midnight slumber party besties y'know? the sort of friends you go stargazing & contemplate life with.

;; the way that i feel, don't try to say it isn't real | exes / flings !  

ezrael is pansexual & can be right flirty when they want to. perhaps they parted ways happily & are still friends! perhaps they Didn't & are anything but friendly. ez doesn't like to burn bridges but they also aren't sure if they like being tied down for too long. their dad must've passed some of his feral cat energy on to them.

&& more, i’m sure!! if you have an idea for a connection feel free to reach out !! :3

#watask #;; peel your skin back to show what you're made of | ezrael #slam dunks this onto the dash!!!!!! #ez is very different from thackery but i think that's Fun tbh #& they have a good relationship nonetheless #drug mention tw #just in case !!

[airlock]

I’m seeing FE Three Houses/Three Hopes politics discourse on my dash again (albeit at least of not as bad of a quality as usual) and with Rhea being the central theme of the moment, I felt compelled anew to unload from my head a shortish post that had been brewing in there for a while

just a bit of historical perspective wrt the Church of Seiros’s influence on Fódlan

so, the thing with the Church in this setting is that it’s a surprisingly historically accurate depiction of a medieval church, at the expense of a modern viewer’s ability to necessarily properly grok the politics at play (and also, iunno, working in tandem with a setting that isn’t always accurately medieval -- and that’s before you account for all the fantasy elements and subterranean nuke havers)

there are a lot of things that we’re used to with our modern understanding of what a government is and how it should work, that sometimes lead us to make incorrect assumptions when we’re looking at the realities that preceded our own. in this particular kerfuffle, I’d like to draw attention to the assumption that monopoly of power is the default state of a political unit.

now let’s explain what that means. see, in this day and age, almost everywhere you look, there is only one government. that government typically divides itself in order to prevent any one person, or any one group of people, from having full control of the machinery of power, and it’s also common for that government to federalize and delegate -- but at the end of the day, every act of power or violence is either sanctioned by the central power structure, or forbidden by it, however many intermediaries that goes through. in practice, I’d think that very few governments, if any, can truly claim to have absolute dominion over their territory (considering everything from “you can probably just conduct an illegal download right now if you want to, even though the government says you can’t” to “criminal organizations typically function as their own separate and subsersive corpus of power”), but nonetheless, the principle is so innate to us that considering how anything else would function is not a passive endeavor.

and that’s also a lot newer than you might think.

so if we look at, say, medieval europe, would we be looking at a different scenario? most definitely. although there would often eventually come to be a hypothetical chain of command, medieval nobility were constantly disputing power against each other. the king’s word might not be the final law if the local count can make it not so; and if there was conflict, you had to pick and choose who to obey, with some real fun stakes if you happened to choose the wrong one.

and most crucially for the reason why I bring this all up to begin with: and then there was the Catholic Church. again, nominally, a good Christian king was supposed to be subservient to the Church; in practice, though, it was more of a split. some actions were crimes in the eyes of the kingdom, and would bring you to trial before the king; some other actions were crimes in the eyes of God, and would bring you to trial before the Church. and it’s not as if law and punishment was the end of it all, too; your king may be the one who decides if he wants to build a bridge or a new fortification in your village, but if you want a record of the names of everyone who was born there, you’ll have to get in touch with whichever local priest has been handling the baptisms. which is to say, even administration didn’t come from a single corpus back in those days.

(incidentally, this is all also pretty useful to know if you want to actually understand the historical context that eventually gave us that crucial idea of “separation of church and state”. because when modern national states first began to form, they strived to take over the clergy’s political functions, but in order to accomplish that, the simplest way was to simply absorb the clergy into the government, instead of removing them from their political functions. it was only after this had been thorougly normalized that you’d eventually start to see the then-pretty-radical idea of doing away with this and permitting the state to absorb more political functions into itself in earnest.)

back to our blorbos, though -- does this all say anything in particular about how we judge Rhea’s moral character? well, ultimately, it’s up to you. on the one hand, just because it would have been normal at such a historical setting for authority to be divided between more than one corpus, it’s not as if that alone makes it good and well that the Church of Seiros had so much influence over Fódlan; after all, there are reasons, some of them even good ones, why we eventually settled on this different model of governance. on the other hand, though, you do have to keep in mind that it’s not as if the people who Rhea was ever disputing authority with were the True Representatives Of The People -- nobody voted for Ludwig von Aegir either, y’know? so really, make of it all what you will; just, hopefully, this diatribe may serve you well in terms of how you decide to orient that judgement.

#my stupid text posts #Fire Emblem is tagged in this post #Fódlan FE is tagged in this post #once again I provide serious political analysis of the anime strategy setting that is obviously more concerned with characterization anyway #I will keep doing this to myself forever

[shatteredfears-arch]

also casual reminder but shortish so its more likely to be seen that my cassie

DOES have the scar and her hair doesn’t grow where the scar is, thus it’s like a small shaved/bald spot right on her side and a lil ways up. Often, she’ll cover it with her hair if she’s not wearing a hood.

has TWO TONED eyes/heterochroma! It was caused pre mutation, so she’s had it since the 50s at least when she was turned. her left eye is silver, and she can’t see more than blotchy figures from it. her right eye is golden. if one looked closely enough, they might still be able to see the faintest hint of a scar over her left eye. she also squints the left eye a lot, it doesn’t open all the way; so squinting is probably what other people would think it is since she’s not swollen there at all. 

the symbol on her forehead is NOT fully formed. It was a tattoo from when she first arrived in the village, and Bela and Daniela’s coven from their human lives brought her in; it is a witch related symbol, and done in honor of miranda. however when the cadou took over their forms and turned them into mutated creatures, it altered the symbol. bela is the sister with the fully formed crest, cassandra’s looks more ghostly in spots, it’s not fully formed and there’s no moon, but the rose is clear. dani’s (my dani) has the dagger mostly, and a small portion of the moon, the rose is not entirely visible as more than a bud. 

cass has noticeable balance issues stemming from dyspraxia. she’s also dyslexic (though, not as much of an issue for her given she can’t exactly see out of an eye anyways, so she just shoves things at her sisters to look over if they need to tbh. she doesn’t even notice it since she doesnt look at words or numbers, and as a dyslexic i can confirm avoiding such things helps a bit.) 

ik the games have them having v v human teeth but i like to imagine their canines are like lil fangs. fangs are cute f u.

ironically, despite being claimed as the most sadistic, daniela is canonically more sadistic than cassie is-- or, more violent, really. bc dani isn’t doing it for pleasure, at least not the way cassie is. 

she’s shorter than her sisters. ik the bts posts show that all three are supposed to be 6′ WITH heels, but in game when the three are next to mom, dani and bela are almost the same and cassie is noticeably shorter than daniela, and a little bit shorter than bela. thus, i place her at 5′11″. 6′ because of her heels. 

#☭ memories turn into daydreams ☭ HEADCANON #☭ i know delusion when i see it in the mirror ☭ HEADCANON #☭ marked me like a bloodstain ☭ HEADCANON #anyways i love them #most of these are VISUAL differences from game / bts stuff that they cut from the game sO #anyways i love my bitey kids