#artist made table runner

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Great Room Dining Room in Phoenix Great room - mid-sized contemporary carpeted great room idea with green walls and no fireplace

#oval dining table #wall sconces dining room #hubbardton forge pendant light fixture #great room #artist made table runner #table runners

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For the gif drabbles ❤️

"This looks like shit," you threw the money on the table, "Do it again."

Annie and Ruby groaned in tandem, but Beth sighed. "It looks perfect," she said, looking up at you as you stood over her, "We've printed this same design four times--"

"--and it keeps getting slightly less like shit," you cocked an eyebrow, "Look, if you can't hack it anymore..."

"We can!" Annie spoke up, eyes wide. "We can, we'll get it right!"

"It's just..." Ruby chewed on her lip.

You could feel your patience thinning. "Just what?"

"Well," she continued weakly, "Lucy was the artist, so... without her..."

"Ya know, since homeboy did... what he did," Annie added in.

"...It's harder to print. We have her blueprints, but some of these subtler details are just... We need an artist," Ruby finished.

You nodded, scanning the three women before you. Annie looked nervous, as did Ruby, but Beth looked annoyed and defiant.

You were sick of her face.

"So get another artist," you said, getting bored with the conversation.

"Why? So your boss can shoot her?" Beth ground out, glaring up at you.

Your eyes narrowed at the same time Rio chuckled. You turned a bit, angling your body so that you could see him.

He sat on a chair next to a monitor, a hand on his chin and smirk on his face.

"That's funny to you?" Beth spat, anger clear on her face. "You shot a defenseless girl!"

You raised an eyebrow at Rio, but he was still chuckling. If he found her little outburst amusing, then you guess you would allow it.

"Nah," he said, shaking his head, "I'm not laughing about that. I'm laughing at what you said," he smirked over at you, "She called me your boss."

Annie frowned, looking at the two of you. "A... Aren't you?"

"She," Rio gestured towards you, a pride grin on his face, "is my boss. Yeah, see, a real bad bitch don't shy away from the dark parts of this business," he went on, "And so when I told my boss," he pointed at you again, "that I had to kill Lucy cause of your," he looked at the girls, "bullshit, well. She wasn't pleased. And I'm telling you now, looking at her face right now," Rio made eye contact with you, and you could see the pride in his eyes as he looked at you, "My girl ain't letting you dumb bitches fuck our shit up again."

Beth spoke before she could stop herself, "Your girl?"

His smirk stretched over his plump lips, "My boss," he clarified, "and my girl," he looked over at you again, "So, what you think, ma? Have 'em print it again, or have Mick take them downtown and put a slug in each of their heads?"

You turned back to the women, watching the fear swirl in Annie's eyes, the way Ruby stiffened, frightened and trapped.

And Beth's reddening cheeks, you could see the humiliation on her face, now that she was looking at what she could never be, what she could never have, standing right in front of you.

You looked over at Rio, and you thought back on your life with him--meeting him when he was just a runner for your father, Rio remaining loyal to you even after your father died and you took over his organization, the first time you kissed, when you had blood on your hands and he had thought he lost you, the way Rio had grabbed you and held you to him, the first time he ever let himself act like anything but a loyal subordinate to you. You remembered that sick, cold feeling in your gut when you'd heard that he had been shot three times, that he was with the feds. It's what brought you back into his orbit, you'd sworn to keep it professional with him years ago, but that... that pulled you right back in.

You watched Rio watch you, and you felt a wave of protectiveness come over you as you looked at him--the man you loved. You turned to Beth, your gaze cold as ice and as strong as steel, using every ounce of your status as a boss to intimidate her. "How about you choose, Mrs. Boland? You want to print it again this time, and do it right, or would you and your gal pals rather take a ride with Mick?"

"W... We'll print," she said weakly.

Rio's chuckle warmed your soul, and as the ladies worked on the new print, you turned to him. He gave you a special smile, one full of love and appreciation for you, and you turned your back to the girls as they worked.

They didn't get to see the loving smile you gave him back.

That was only for him.

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H-O-M-E

Michael Myers x GN!Reader

A very soft and fluffy exchange wherein Michael tries to express to you his appreciation for you taking him in by showing you some old haunts. In short, Michael knows how to spell even if he's not great at communicating his feelings. No CWs, just a mass murderer having a rare moment of emotional depth.

The weeks following Halloween were hard for him. 

He was like a marathon runner.  Training all year, building up the anticipation for the main event, and then it came and went and it was glorious, but it was over, and he was depleted and depressed. 

There were ways to cope, of course.  Your Halloween decorations stayed up well into November, until the snow was here to stay.  You kept a stash of candy out of the reach of trick-or-treaters for his consumption—if you were lucky, it would last until Thanksgiving.  You tended the wounds he incurred and made sure he was comfortable. 

You had learned, over time, how to balance being there for him and giving him his space.  Michael was often distant in the days leading up to the holiday, barely home, spending most of his time on the prowl.  He was distant afterwards too, but in a different way, a lonelier way.  He laid low, stayed inside, and sulked. 

And yet sometimes he would appear and approach you without preamble and demand physical comfort.  This was such a monumental milestone that when he laid across your lap or pushed himself between you and whatever you were doing, you immediately rewarded him with kisses and caresses and whatever else he wanted. 

He slept the most he ever did in that first bleak week of November.  It exhausted him to be inexorable like that.  Unlike every other day of the year, in that first week, you were up before he was.  And this was a rare gift—to see him at peace or something like it, his curls disheveled, his breathing soft and even.  He was angelic, his features sculpted with care by some cruel artist who had made him beautiful and left him hollow inside. 

Damn you, but your heart ached when you looked at him. 

Today, you decided to make pancakes.  Chocolate chip ones, of course, and he would smother them in both syrup and powdered sugar.  You made coffee for yourself and hot chocolate for him, left it on the stove to keep it warm until he woke.  You lit a fire.  The fireplace was real, the log was fake, but the ambiance was all that mattered.  It was cold outside and damp. 

When he padded downstairs, he lingered in the kitchen doorway for just a moment, taking in the smells of sugar and coffee and the pumpkin candle burning on the counter.  You smiled and bid him good morning, and he responded with a blink before turning away to take a seat at the table. 

“Wait,” you said gently. 

Michael turned back to you. 

“Here.”  You poured the hot chocolate into a mug and handed it to him.  He could barely fit three fingers through the handle.  He took it with him to his seat, gazing out the window at the rattling leaves. 

He made short work of the pancakes and dutifully cleared his place, then settled in on the couch near the fireplace and stared into the flames.  He seemed to be turning something over and over in his head, thinking bottomless thoughts.  He didn’t look up as you approached, but he lifted his arm from his side in a beckoning gesture and when you went to sit beside him, he caught your elbow and directed you into his lap instead. 

“Are you sure?” you said even as you complied.  He had sustained a nasty puncture wound to the abdomen from a broken chair leg and you didn’t want to hurt him. 

Michael scoffed and wrapped his arms around you, nestling his head into the hollow of your shoulder, angling his face so he could keep watching the fire.  You looped an arm behind him and teased the baby hairs at the back of his neck.  The wind coughed in the chimney, stoked the flames, tapped the fingers of trees on the window. 

After a while, he took hold of your wrist in a firm but gentle grasp and urged your hand open.  With one finger, he traced letters on your palm:  W-A-L-K.  

You furrowed your brow.  “A walk?  Right now?”  It was frigid, and it was broad daylight, and it was November 6. 

He looked at you, unblinking. 

“Okay…okay.”  Maybe it would be good for him to get out of the house. 

You bundled up in layers.  Michael donned a hoodie.  The instant you stepped outside the wind snatched the air from your lungs.  You shrugged into your coat like a turtle, shot him a skeptical sidelong glance.  He saw it, ignored it, took your hand and led you to the sidewalk. 

Normally your walks together were aimless, but this time he seemed to have a goal in mind.  He led you down the street with intention, past deflated yard decorations and darkened jack-o-lanterns and dozens of Christmas wreaths.  The happier holidays came early in Haddonfield. 

He stopped in front of a house, nondescript, yard fenced in.  You looked at him quizzically. 

His grip shifted from your hand to your wrist and again, he wrote on your palm.  D-O-G.  A-T-E. 

Bewildered, you stared at him.  “You…what?  When?” 

Expressionless, he stared back at you for almost a minute before writing P-A-S-T. 

You were confused and a bit unsettled.  “Okay…why are you telling me this?” 

Michael blinked.  He took hold of your hand again and led you on down the street, limping slightly on a twisted ankle.  Any fears you had of someone recognizing his shape were unfounded.  No one was out on a day like today. 

A block away, he led you down a blind alley between houses.  It felt like trespassing, a concept meaningless to him if not to you.  There was a shed at the back, a rickety thing that leaned heavily on the nearby wall for support. 

S-L-E-E-P, he wrote. 

You frowned.  “Sleep?” 

P-A-S-T. 

You regarded the shed, trying to puzzle out what he meant.  “You…you slept here.” 

An almost imperceptible nod. 

The floor was concrete and littered with dead leaves.  There was no door, and damp from last night’s rain had seeped far inside.  It was a despondent little place.  He would barely fit inside it.  The thought of him curled up on the ground, bloodsoaked, using his arm as a pillow was a miserable one. 

It started drizzling as he led you back down the alley.  He pulled up his hood and you squeezed his hand, hoping he would turn towards home.  He didn’t. 

Michael led you through the neighborhood, pointing out landmarks, places he had slept or hidden.  At one point he indicated a faint but unmistakable trail of weathered bloodstains down the driveway of a house that had boasted a for sale sign in the front yard for over a year. 

“Was that you?” you asked.  

He stared. 

“Is it yours?” 

A nod. 

Inevitably, you came to the empty shell of the Myers house.  You let go of his hand as you approached, stopped a few sidewalk squares behind him.  This was not a place you shared.  This belonged to him, or perhaps he belonged to it.  He squared up to the front walk, taking it in as the rain picked up in strength.  You tucked your icy fingers into your pocket and watched him. 

When he turned his head at last to look at you, his eyes were full of something so dark that you almost mistook them as empty.  He reached out for your hand.  You gave it to him immediately in spite of your apprehension. 

H-O-M-E, he spelled, and then did it again. 

You smiled at him, a sad, slight expression.  “I know.” 

He looked back at the house, breathed a quiet sigh through his nose, and turned to walk back the way you had come.  Relief flooded your shivering body.  As his childhood home faded into the neighborhood behind you, he slipped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side.  He was incredibly warm and you were grateful. 

You thought about the things he had shown you.  You imagined him skinny, starving, tending his own wounds in weather like this.  You wondered how many mornings he had woken up on the ground with frost on his coveralls and an ache in his bones. 

You knew the time before he met you was all slaughter and survival.  You knew, of course, that he was resilient and resourceful.  But it was one thing to know, and it was another to feel the sting of the rain, to see the places he had crept and crouched in. 

When you reached home again at last, he stopped in front of the door and looked down at you.  He took your hand one more time.  Even his fingers were cold by now. 

E-A-T, he traced.  S-L-E-E-P.  H-O-M-E. 

You gazed up into his face, that eternally impassive expression.  He never demonstrated anything like gratitude.  His emotional range was stunted, and you weren’t sure he understood the concept.  In all things, he would get what he wanted—most of the time, you just happened to give it to him before he had a need to take it. 

But this…this felt like acknowledgment of the things you offered him.  The meals, the medical care, the softness and gentleness denied to him everywhere else. 

“This is home,” you confirmed. 

His eyes captured yours and wouldn’t let go.  Y-O-U.

The bite of the wind softened.  A smile played at the corner of your mouth. 

Y-O-U.  Y-O-U. 

You brought his hand to your lips and kissed his split knuckles.  “I understand.” 

The intensity of his stare was electrifying, sent a spark burrowing into your chest where it flared and burned.  Damn you, but your heart ached when you looked at him.  You resolved then and there, not for the first time and likely not for the last, that he wouldn’t want for anything ever again. 

“Let’s go inside and get warm?” 

He opened the door, let you go in first, and then followed after you into the golden haze of candles and blankets and chocolate chip pancakes. 

#michael myers #michael myers x reader #michael myers fanfiction #halloween fanfiction #slasher x reader #my writing

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invite

ellie williams x f!reader 🌿

[ part 2 ]

Ellie invites you to a party which she comes all ready and strapped up for.

proof read by God and a prayer so Ill provide some holy water as an apology. so….theres mostly sexual tension but let me know if you want me to write a part two. idk. Was heavily self indulgent but if you enjoy it Ill be happy to know so

2k words

MDI

“what?” she laughed getting all coy and shy with you, her shoulders slightly rising to hide her face

“You look really pretty” you smiled and reached out to fix a stray hair that fell in her face neatly tucking it behind her ear

“Oh shut up” she said and gently shoved your shoulder. You pushed yourself away from the fence and walked back into the house writing down your entry

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Was a good day overall. You looked up to see her walk in, a hand around the nape of her neck while she looked anywhere but at you

“Yes, williams?” you teased

“We are having a party tonight. Will you join?”

“hm…” you pursed your lips and turned to lean against the table fiddling with the pen in your hand, tossing and turning it in your fingers

“Who’s we?” you asked playfully and she rolled her eyes

“Well Dina, and jesse and-“

she went on trying to remember and list every possible person who would come and you had to laugh at how seriously she took everything you said

“I'll come. Not for long since I'm out on patrol early tomorrow but I'll join you for a bit” you said and turned back to the book log to note down some notes.

Ellie looked your figure up and down. You insisted on wearing shorts over thick leggings for practicality though she knew you did it cause they accentuated your ass shape better than jeans. Your puffed up jacket with its fur giving you a positively roguish look and those dirty old combat boots

Rare to see a fashionista these days. At first it drove her insane

“You've gotta be shitting me. I'm not going on patrol with her” she tried to pull every string without getting anywhere till she settled on that well, some days just don't go your way

so she rode shimmer and let you take the lead being always a few steps behind. That was until she saw you in combat. Oh you know what stealth meant and you wielded that bow with a hawk's eye. Nothing could get past you

and that's when she understood that you dressed whichever way pleased you, because you were just that confident in your skills.

God she loved everything about you. Too much almost. It took her a good few months to come to terms with it but once she did she found herself looking at you like a lovesick puppy.

suddenly all those girl-ish things she hated became endearing and she was excited to see your name next to hers on schedule the same way she was boiling with rage when she saw you paired up with someone else.

“williams?” she snapped out of her thoughts and looked at you again standing a few inches away from her

“Ah there you are. Were you thinking of tits again?” You teased and Ellie gasped and frowned in shock unable to get used to your vulgar tone and freedom of lewd speech

“Shut up”

“what no shame in it. I do it all the time” you tossed the hint and she latched onto it harder than she held onto life these days.

She does too?

and that's when she bit her lip, ravenous. She was going to make a move at the party and she was going to make it matter

•••

You've had your eyes set on Williams for a while now. Ever since she dated that artist girl that gave her,her tattoo. You were content admiring her from the side as some unattainable type of college crush. Made your mornings fun and gave you something to think about occasionally.

That was until she broke up and you slowly noticed how she gave you more and more attention. How her scoffs turned into chuckles and her frown turned into soft wrinkles around her eyes when she laughed at your poor taste in jokes

You never knew that this is what it felt like to be noticed by her, because it was something else. The first time you wore shorts out on patrol was an accident. You overslept due to a date leading to an eventful night and so you left the house in a hurry. You played it off with false confidence acting as if you intended to look that way out on patrol but once you saw how ellies eyes were fixated on your thighs and ass, oh boy did that change the game.

She didn't say much but her eyes were devouring you out in the open. That night you were painfully aroused and wet and a one night stand seemed like a fruitless attempt to quench your thirst. tonight you prayed that the reason she invited you over to hangout with her friends was due to an ulterior motive

You wore a skirt you had attempted to re-style by mixing the fabric of your exs cargo pants and tucked in a baggy T giving you the effortless look you always strived to achieve . You'd have to be hung upside down and burned before you admitted to anyone how much time you spent on your appearance and how much it actually mattered to you.

with one final look you tested out your movements and expressions in front of your mirror to make sure nothing fell out of line and grabbed your backpack. You reached the house at the far end of the town and knocked. Dina greeted you with that warm smile she always gave everyone

she whistles and gave you a side hug “You have a way of making everyone stop to look at you” you chuckled “Oh you flatter me”

she took you downstairs to the basement where the true party was happening. Music, drinks and lights coming out of the fog from the weed. Oh Ellie really did mean a party.

“Come , make yourself comfortable. Think ellie is pouring herself another drink over there” she said and gave you a knowing look which you couldn’t entirely grasp considering you had barely talked with the woman before

You didn’t even want to know where the hell did they find all of these supplies or who and what they traded them for but you sure as hell was going to enjoy it all. You took your time greeting everyone, stopping a bit longer with a few to exchange more than a greeting and rushing your way through the ones you ghosted after a one night stand finally reaching your destination. The table with the drinks. You started pouring yourself one when you felt a very familiar set of arms wrap around your waist

“You did come!” you smiled, your cheeks heating up realizing how close to your face, ellies was. you turned around with an easy smile and cocked a brow

“Well how could I miss it?” You scanned her outfit and your eyes stayed a moment too long on her pants noticing how baggy they were, and then the rolled up sleeves of her oversized hoodie. Oh this was an entirely different Ellie

“What?” she said with a soft frown “Something about my looks?” she questioned and her head dropped to scan her clothes. You shook your head

“No. You look different. That's all” hot, would be the correct word but you restrained from coming on too strong this soon. You still were unsure of her intentions after all

“Well like a good different or..?” she tried and took a step closer one arm on the table leaning against you and surprisingly towering over you slightly. your throat was dry and you were sure the bass held nothing against the beating of your heart.

“Wouldn't you like to know” was the best you could say your voice not as confident as you wanted it to sound but she seemed more than pleased with what she got out of you. She pulled out a joint out of her pocket and tucked it behind her ear

“Ellie, you coming?”

“Yeah on my way” she said, not breaking eye contact with you. She pushed herself away from the table and with a smirk winked at you “I'll see you around” and went Dinas way to see what she needed.

You breathed out a sigh of relief and downed whatever you had poured in your cup in an attempt to gather yourself together. Oh this would be difficult

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Card games weren't your forte so you settled for a quick round of beer pong, which mind you, hardly any of the cups contained beer alone. One round after the other and now you found yourself with enough confidence to join some other girls dancing to the music and lip syncing with them. It had been a while since you let loose like that and so you gave it your all trying to ignore the gnawing fear of the fact that Ellie was nowhere to be seen. You wondered if she had found someone else for the night and thus changed her plans of pursuing you. So you just did what you knew how to do best

Ignore your problems

The girl in front of you seemed cute enough to make a pass at and she did seem like she was expecting something more out of you given how she had her arms around your neck and grinder her hips against yours. You acted oblivious,indulging her provocative dance with moves of your own knowing that perhaps you were the main attraction of everyone else in the room at that moment. Not that it mattered. Half of these fuckers were zooted out of their minds probably, high on crappy weed or questionable alcohol.

She whispered in your ear calling you by your last name “You are gonna make a move or are you just gonna keep me high and dry all night?” And you barked a laugh not ready for a response, that thankfully you didn't have to give when you were yanked back from your waist by the star of the night

Ellie

“Sorry I think she had a little too much to drink” she said with a smile but her tone was more of a threat than anything. You glared at her for a moment unsure of why you were angry as she dragged you away by your waist and leaned against the wall

“Can I go now?” You tried but she pulled your body closer, your back flush against her chest. You found out a very dangerous piece of information in that second as your ass found her hips that should have been flat. But there was a delicious bump.

She came strapped

You turned in her embrace and realized if there was anyone who may have been drunk and needed fresh air that was her. Her lips were parted as she stared at you contemplating something seemingly lost in her own moment.

“Wanna go out for some fresh air?” You offered and she nodded, grabbing your hand and taking you out of the basement to the backyard. She looked around at the misty empty space and walked to one of the couches still not letting go of your wrist. She sat down and pulled you with no hesitation on your lap “So who was that girl?” She questioned you immediately, a slight warning in her tone that you ate up right away

“Ah, she was cute wasnt she?” You teased liking the idea that you made her jealous. Hell she had abandoned you for most of the night so you might as well take your revenge now

“Is that what you think?” She asked brows raised accepting your challenge. You knew she had the upper hand in this but you wouldn't dare let her know that

“I do, which is why I’m upset at you for so rudely interrupting us. Where the hell were you anyways, Williams?” You asked hoping your voice gave the jab that it intended and she just smirked pulling out the unsmoked blunt that was tucked on her ear

“Then by all means, you can go back in, dance and grind the night away” You felt like you would cry. This would be the first time a woman would’ve brought you to tears so fast and so quick but that thought faded away like smoke “Or…” she added

You quickly made yourself comfortable in her lap,sitting sideways,legs tossed over the armchair, excitement bubbling in your chest once again

“Or?” You urged her to continue and she took her damn sweet time lighting up the blunt and taking a long fat drag that she breathed out in endless waves and ripples from the side of her lips “Or you can stay here, and find out when being with a woman really is about” She said with booming confidence. Thank God you were seated cause your knees would’ve given out on you right then and there. She passed you the blunt like she was asking you to sign an agreement of choosing sides and you grabbed it,no hesitation to be found

“You sure do know how to make a girl feel special” You tried to hide how flustered you were and hoped your remark would avert her attention away from your thighs that you tried to close tighter to provide some kind of friction, or comfort to your aching now core

“Am I wrong though?” She continued and you stared at her long and hard while taking another drag and passing her the blunt again

“Wrong about what?” You felt dumb but you were glad to see her entertained

“You want me. It's why you’re here so willingly sitting on my lap. You never gave a fuck about that girl in the first place” She said reading right through you

“I-“ your throat was dry and your cheeks were burning. She moved her face closer to yours,one arm very loosely hanging around your shoulder, scratching leisurely at your back making you shiver. She cocked her head to the side slowly and her eyes fell on your lips.

“I knew your bark was worse than your bite” She said with affection almost and pulled you in for a long and hard kiss

Ellie was a good kisser you realized. Your mind strayed quickly wondering if she could eat you out that skillfully as well as she moved her tongue and lips on yours with such passion and hunger that made you elicit the most whorish and loud moans,drowned out by her mouth.

You have never been more turned on by this act alone yet you quickly switched positions and turned around to fully sit on her lap,legs on either side of her thighs, dry humping her crotch and grasping at her cropped hair needing more, not wanting to ever break away from this kiss. She ushered you further by bringing your hips even closer to the point where you were perfectly seated against her clothed strap on.

You whimpered and she pulled away for a second panting and looking down with a soft smile “somethings wrong?” You asked suddenly insecure and uncertain of what happened and she just shook your head “No just, You drive me crazy” She growled and dove back for another kiss determined to pull out more of those lovely sounds you made. She experimentally thrusted her hips up that made you gasp out loud breaking the kiss “I have to know” you tried to say between the continuous kisses that ellie showered you with “hm?” She asked not breaking contact from your skin and nibbling on your neck now, bruising it,decorating it with bite marks.

“Why did you come strapped? Who were you after?”

And she laughed, laying further down,her spine against the tilted back of the couch and with you almost laying on top of her. She spread her legs further and in queue you did so as well, almost whining at the loss of friction.

“Oh I knew I wanted to fuck you from the second I gave you that invite today morning”

She roughly bit your neck now and you moaned,loud and clear,praying that no one was at the upper floor of the house cause they would’ve surely heard that

“In fact I wanted to bend you over that table and take you then and there but I wanted to do this right. To be slow and gentle” she whispered against your skin, her fingers slipping beneath your hoodie and teasing the hem of your bra not quite giving you the much needed release from the desired contact.

“But fuck do you make it difficult for me to hold back”

She hissed and her hips, grinding against yours with more fervor than before as she went in for another open mouthed kiss, her velvet tongue stroking yours, almost spelling out her name, claiming you as hers.

“We can go slow from tomorrow” you said panting unable to bear any more teasing“Today I want you to fuck me like the animal in heat that you are Williams” You said and she grabbed your hair turning the two of you around in the couch with her on top of you and kicked your legs open

“Oh I will”

#ellie williams x reader #eillie x reader #ellie williams #MDI

[isfjmel-phleg]

Photographs, 1916

Rachel Doncath, age twenty-five. She stands steadily and faces the camera, but her eyes show a hint of glancing at someone out of the shot. There is a hint of humor about her expression, as if the unseen person were trying to make her laugh. She wears the height of fashion, a dress with a higher waist and a fuller skirt with a hem high enough to expose a pair of delicate shoes that lace up her ankles. Underneath her wide-brimmed hat, her hair is waved. A watch is clipped to her waistband, and she holds her handbag at the ready, as if she hasn't much time to waste in the photographer's studio. A notation on the back of the photograph indicates that it was taken in Otionovia during a state visit from Queen Rietta.

Rietta I of Faysmond, age twenty-six. This is her yearly formal photograph, a portrait of her in state intended for mass production. Unlike most previous years, she sits rather than stands. Her court gown, dripping with various sorts of intricate lace representing different regions of Faysmond, engulfs her, as does an impressive train swept in front of her. The glove of her left hand is removed, revealing her famous emerald engagement ring and wedding ring. The state crown of Faysmond rests on a table beside her, and on her head is a smaller (but not small!) crown. Not a curl is out of place; they seem to have been tamed with some sort of hair product. Her expression is difficult to read. There is something uncertain in her gaze.

Delclis V of Corege, age twenty-five. An unnamed photographer has caught him sitting in the corridor outside a conference room before a meeting. His face is partially turned away toward a large window through which sunlight is streaming. He wears a dress uniform with sash and decorations. His pince-nez rest on his nose. They are attached to a string tied to one of his medals. A wire fox terrier puppy paws at his knee, and he strokes its ears. A faint smile crosses his face. He appears to be desperately trying to grow a moustache.

Elystan, Duke of Gorchester, age twenty-one. He is posing in the full academic dress of a BA from Hollingham University over an elegantly-cut suit. One hand rests nonchalantly on a pile of books on a table, representing his literary studies. The other hand is on his hip, exhibiting the sleeve of his gown. He holds himself regally, shoulders back, chin uplifted a little. His eyes are less dark-circled and his face less hollow than in earlier photographs. He looks very pleased with himself.

Amarantha Melbray, age twenty-one. In a pose reminiscent of a famous self-portrait of her favorite Renaissance artist, Teofila, she sits at her easel lifting a brush to an already-complete painting of a little girl. The painting is identifiable as "Portrait of Chrysantha" (1916), produced during Melbray's time at the Royal Art Academy. Her palette and an orderly paintbox wait nearby. She wears a ruffled light-colored frock that she clearly would never have worn while actually painting. Her hair is pinned high on the back of her head and waves over her ears. She fixes the camera with a steady, intent gaze.

Tamett Låsrygg, age twenty-one. An informal photograph, made clear by the wide grin on his face. He leans casually against the side of an aeroplane. His arms are crossed over his chest. He wears a leather jacket and flying helmet with goggles. A scarf, probably knitted by his sister Emenor, drapes around his neck. Noriberrian insignia is pinned to the lapel of his jacket. The photograph is inscribed with his signature and the words "With love from New Archangel. Watch the skies for me soon!"

Josiah Callon, age twenty-one. He sits at the piano, one hand over the keys, the other holding a pair of spectacles, which he appears to have just removed. His long legs stretch out in front of him; after years of track and field at Hollingham, he is built like a runner. A morning suit, with its cutaway tailcoat, accentuates his height. Instead of the common 1910s male practice of slicking back the hair into flat smoothness using oil, his hair is parted on the side with curls dipping across the forehead above one eye. His expression is not so much haughty as it is profoundly serious and a little sad.

#The Blackberry Bushes #The Blackberry Bushes short stories #(we're just going to call it that) #Photographs 1916 #my writing #I can't tell you everyone's fate (partially because even I don't know everything yet) but I can provide glimpses #Rachel Doncath #Rietta Valencourt #Delclis Phemister #Elystan Liddick #Amarantha Melbray #Tamett Lockridge #Josiah Callon

[the-moon-in-the-gutter]

Thinking about the ghouls and their hobbies, how the handful of fiber artists meet up once a week to work alongside each other on their projects.

Mist is a knitter by trade, self-taught through vintage knitting patterns. The ghoulette spends much of her free time engrossed in her latest project, when she is not in the kitchen with Alpha. She loves to make for others rather than herself, many of the ghouls sporting sweaters or socks made by her.

Alpha is one of many sewists in the pack, but his talents are more practical. Each evening he settles in with his basket of the ghoul's garments that need mending or altering. The practical aspect of his sewing comes from years of working in the infirmary alongside Omega, the fire ghoul an expert at sewing small-scale wounds that leave no trace of a scar. The ghoul never complains at the task, using his mending as a way to come down from the stress of his day.

Aurora is another sewist, the ghoulette opting for intricate, handmade garments. When first summoned the art of pattern reading and hand-sewing was passed down to her from Cirrus. The ghoulette has begun to care her own patterns and designs, taking care to construct garments for the ghouls to their precise measurements. During element practice, Aurora had accidentally summoned a little lamb-like creature from the Pits. Upon her begging to keep the creature, she began to sew them little collars and pieces of clothing, treating her familiar as if they're a human woman's dog.

Cirrus, as mentioned above, is a quilter. She loves the medium and how you can transform fabric into literal works of art. Scary dog vibes in a fabric shop when on tour but the little old ladies love her, she's always asking them for fabric advice and complimenting work done in sewing circles. She's sewn every single ghoul their own quilt, some having multiple (Aether because Dew kidnapped his original one). Each Papa also has their own quilt, depicting scenes from their time as pope.

Cumulus makes bobbin lace, intricate patterns that take form from a seemingly meaningless shuffling of wooden bobbins. She has made lace runners for the mantle piece in the den for each season, and many holidays. There is a large lace runner along the unholy communion table that was created from a bobbin lace pattern written by Zephyr, who passed the lace making craft down to the ghoulette.

Zephyr is a lace maker, while the ancient air ghoul used to be proficient in bobbin lace making, he has transitioned to another method of lace making. He has taken up tatting as a form of lace making, as it is not as cumbersome as bobbin lace making, and can be done from the relative comfort of his bed. The air ghoul will spend his afternoons with his reading glasses perched on his nose, scouring his books for a new, intricate pattern to begin. Ifrit will dutifully prep the shuttles for him, as winding the bobbins is more difficult when the air ghoul is afflicted with stiffness in his hands.

#the band ghost #mist ghoulette #alpha ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #zephyr ghoul #there's more fiber arts headcanons but i dont want this post to become a million miles long

[booksandchainmail]

My Hugo Award thoughts:

Best Novel: Nettle and Bone

this makes sense to me! It was my second choice (and my first choice, Nona the Ninth, is a controversial entry in controverial series) (controversial in that people tend to either love or hate them). I think I've made it clear that I think this year's Novel nominees were weak: while this was at the top of the nominees it is nowhere near the best sff novel of last year.

Best Novella: Where the Drowned Girls Go

this one confuses me. I very much like Seanan McGuire's Wayward Children series, but I don't think this was one of the best of that series, and it is heavily context dependent. It's a good novella! But the novella category was so strong this year that I don't know why it won. This was actually my lowest ranked novella. My first choice was Ogres, with Into the Riverlands as a close second.

Best Novelette: The Space-Time Painter

Confession time: I did not read this or include it in my rankings. There was no English translation provided, and I was running low on time and energy and didn't machine-translate it myself. Sorry. That said, I've heard good things about it elsewhere, and it is of course nice to have a work from the host country/language win. My vote was for Murder by Pixel, and in general I thought this was a good category.

Best Short Story: Rabbit Test

yeah this was always going to win. Excellent short story, well written and topical, it was my top vote. I'm interested to see how the voting metrics break down: this category was a mix of chinese and english entries, and I'm curious as to how that impacted results.

Best Series: Children of Time

YES! YESSSSS! This category was incredible this year, six well-deserving nominees, very hard for me to choose between them. But this was my top vote (a hard decision), and I'm delighted it won. Three hefty volumes of the best kind of drawn out philosophical science fiction, deeply moving, with incredible worldbuilding and alien minds. This was absolutely the highlight of works I read because they were nominated.

Best Related Work: Terry Pratchett: A Life With Footnotes

No surprise here, Terry Pratchett is beloved and this book was well written. This was in my top three, which I had a very hard time choosing between and all I would have been happy to see win. My own top vote ended up going to Chinese Science Fiction, an Oral History, which was also the only work I couldn't read, aside from the translated introduction and table of contents. I voted for it on the grounds that what was translated made an excellent case for it being an important work, not just a good one, digging into the history of science fiction in China in a way that had never been done before, and I felt that nonfiction about a specific person or movie, no matter how well-written or informative, couldn't compete with that scope.

Professional Artist: Enzhe Zhao and Fan Artist: Richard Man

this is fine! Neither was my top pick, but both were near the top, and I will freely admit I know little about art.

Lodestar (Not a Hugo): Akata Woman

Not my top pick, but a perfectly good winner. I suspect my ranking of it suffered from a) being in a reading slump that made me have to push to get through it and b) this being the conclusion of a trilogy I last read six years ago, and remember very little of. There were a lot of moments of resolving emotional conflicts that I had no context for, which left the book a little flat. My top vote was for The Golden Enclaves, which I think was by far the best nominee, but also dubiously qualified (while the books, especially the earlier ones, certainly feel like YA, and center around teenagers in a magical high school, they are published as adult fantasy). My runner up was Into the Serpent's Wake, the sequel to Tess of the Road, a book I am still bitter did not win in the first year of the Lodestars.

Astounding (Not a Hugo): Travis Baldree

... ok. I do not get the hype for Legends & Lattes, and by extension Travis Baldree. The book was delightful! But it was also fluff, not something that provoked any strong thought or emotion, not any great work of prose, not innovative or creative in any new way that would mark a rising new author. This was my lowest ranked nominee (leaving out Weimu Xin, whose work did not have an english translation). This would be less disappointing, given I found most of the nominees so-so, were it not for Isabel J. Kim, whose short stories were miles above any of the other nominees.

Other Awards:

I didn't vote in the other categories, or read/watch/listen to their nominees. Nothing in their results jumps out at me, though I'm happy EEAAO won.

#fair warning this is pretty negative towards some winners in places #hugo awards #hugoes #hugos

[hockpock]

Have you shared your Dashcon memories?

In the generous assumption that this ask is in good faith (cheers to you for asking off anon! ) I have.

My dashcon tag is #ballpit dramacon , I've not bothered to reread it so who knows what cringe lurks in there- it's been 10 years!

The tldr version is that honestly my experience wasn't that much different from any other first year con I've risked doing artist alley at. Maybe a lack of signage. Kinda remember it was unclear which tables were assigned to who, since the overhyped separate dealer's room and artist alley ended up being half of one ballroom.

We did better than most vendors - it was one of the first times I sold my handmade plush, and my partner was selling flower crowns at the height of Hannigram UwU edits. It is not and will not be the only show we've done where the projected attendance numbers did not line up with a depressingly empty dealer's room day of. As a vendor you spend 90% of any given show trapped behind your table. Lucky for us Dashcon imploded after dealer's hall hours! I think I was in a wtnv related panel when the whole round-everyone-into-main-events we need 1700 panic thing happened.

As I've said before and will stand by, the vibes of the actual attendees were great. Dashcon for all it's failures had the absolute lowest creep factor of any show I've ever attended, as a vendor or otherwise. No hentai face shirts, no weird dude hovering over my table and juuust skirting the line of behavior that could justify asking them to leave. I wish more cons had that.

The con runners were a shitshow who handled absolutely nothing with grace and tranquility and from what I was able to gather after the fact shoved most of the actual work and responsibilities (hotel contracts etc) onto a 19 year old. The attendees were just trying to make the most of it and enjoy the convention as best they could. They made the same gamble that anyone choosing to go to a first time con makes.

If I remember correctly there was a first year con that same year that ended up being in open air shelters or the animal barns on an abandoned fairground. Yikes.

Anyway, I digress. I made friends, I made money, I made memes.

I am somewhat amazed at the gullible nature of the internet in general because one of the rumors at the time was that there were tsetse flies in the ballpit. tsetse flies. African sleeping sickness pests in an upscale hotel in the middle of fucking illinois, somehow brought in via inflatable kiddy pool. C'mon, the pool was clearly made in China! Can we at least keep to the same continent with our inflammatory nonsense? Or maybe Tarantulas, those are a classic for "came in with the fruit" scare stories.

So that's some of my dashcon memories for you. The ballpit will live on in infamy but... not all that interesting and in my opinion if wasn't the nerdy queer neurodivergent teenage girl venn diagram convention no one would have given a shit about it 10 years on.

¯_(ツ)_/¯

#ballpit dramacon #pock answers

[kaitou-archive]

Blu-ray Special Interview

A cleaned up machine translation of a late 2018 interview. Please note that due to the nature of machine translation, though the blog runner has attempted to make sure the core message was kept, might not be wholly accurate in all places.

(Near the end of the interview there is a brief, slightly suggestive topic, for those who might like the warning)

Joker, the main character of the very popular manga/anime "Kaitou Joker," celebrated his birthday on December 11!   To commemorate Joker's birthday, CoroCoro Online invited the director of the anime, Yukiyo Teramoto, the character designer and chief animation director, Miho Shimogasa, and a manga artist, Miki Aihara, who is a big fan of the work, to join us for a special round-table discussion!   The content of the discussion is a must-see for fans of "Kaitou Joker," including secret production stories that will be revealed for the first time, recommended characters, introduction of favorite scenes, and more!

(List of interlocuters)

Yukiyo Teramoto (Director) Major works include "Doraemon the Movie: Nobita and the Steel Troops: The New Age" (director, storyboard).   Miho Shimogasa (Character Designer, Chief Animation Director) Major works include "Demashita! Power Puff Girls Z" and "Battle Spirits: Shonen Toppai Bashin" (Character Design, Chief Animation Director).   Miki Aihara (Manga Artist) Currently serializing "5:00 to 9:00" (dramatized in 2015) in "Cheese!" (Shogakukan); a live-action film of her book "Hot Gimmick" is scheduled for release in 2019. She is a big fan of "Kaitou Joker"!

--Please begin by introducing yourself.

Director Yukiyo Teramoto (hereafter, Teramoto): My name is Teramoto, and I was the director of the animation "Kaitou Joker". It has already been two years since the broadcast ended. I look forward to working with you today.   Miho Shimogasa (Shimogasa): My name is Miho Shimogasa, and I was the character designer and supervising animator. I have been working on Joker-related projects until recently, so it doesn't seem like much time has passed.   Miki Aihara (Aihara): I am Aihara, a fan of "Kaitou Joker". I am ashamed to say that it was right around this time last year when I saw the work for the first time. I started watching "Countdown Television (Episode 33)" on Kids Station, in which a boy in a wheelchair (Kyotaro Hayami) confronts Joker, and I was shocked to see so many good-looking boys in this anime! I was shocked. From there, I was hooked and watched the entire season on Amazon. The kids in the show are really cool!

Teramoto: Thank you very much. I am glad to hear that.

--I had the impression that the staff of the anime "Kaitou Joker" was assembled with a great deal of love. Could you tell us how the decision to make the anime was made and how the staff came together?

Teramoto: I was invited by the producers and other people I worked with on "Doraemon the Movie" and other projects. To be honest, when I heard about the project, I was nervous about what would happen. But when I saw the characters drawn by Shimogasa-san, I thought, "They look cool, this could work, this animation is going to be great!" I was really impressed. I was won over by her drawings. I am very grateful to have been invited to such a happy place.

--How did you feel when you were first asked to work on it?

Shimogasa: I had never heard of "Kaitou Joker" at the time, so I immediately read the original story. The original work was really interesting, so I thought I could make this with confidence. The original design was unique and very good, so I took advantage of Hideyasu Takahashi's design for the original work and added my own taste for the anime. If you take off the back cover of the comic book cover, you will find a lot of stuff, and it is fun to find important information written on the edge of the comic panels♪

Teramoto: Animation is not a stop-motion picture, it has to move, so at first the people on the drawing site said there were too many lines, and it looked like a lot of work. However, as we continued, the people on the production side were attracted to the work and the number of fans increased, and they came to us and said, "Please let me draw!" Everyone drew with love.   Aihara: I really feel that when I watched the animation.   Teramoto: For our part, we were really happy to see the scene getting more and more exciting. Incidentally, there is also an animator who took part in Takahashi-san's autograph session because they liked it so much.

--How was Takahashi Sensei involved in the project?

Teramoto: Takahashi-san is a very open-minded person, and he allowed us to work freely. Of course, the original work is very interesting, but we tried to make the most of it by asking him, "Is it OK if we do this a little bit here? He would say, "That's totally OK." As a creator, I really appreciated it, and when we were allowed to do what we wanted to do, the excitement at the site increased. That is why everyone was so enthusiastic about making the show.

--I'm sure that the love put into the work was also felt by him, and that's why he approved of the project.

Teramoto: That's right. I have already put a lot of respect and love into this work!

--What was your impression of the work from the viewpoint of the anime viewer?

Aihara: In addition to the underlying goodness of the characters, I thought the animation had a great tempo and the scenes moved from one to the next in a great way.   Teramoto: Thank you very much.   Aihara: I was amazed that you were able to fit so much fun into 30 minutes.   Teramoto: Actually, there was a scene where we had to cut the ending because we couldn't fit it all in.   Aihara: Yes. If you cut out the end animation sequence, it's going to be a long extra animation of about 90 seconds, so it's hard work. Still, it's amazing that you didn't sacrifice the story, or more that you prioritized the quality of the work. Also, the last episode of season 4 is memorable. The characters and production were really cool, and the content was jam-packed. Teramoto-san was in charge of parts other than directing, right?   Teramoto: Yes, that's right. I was doing the storyboarding and directing, and I was thinking, "Oh, I can't make it in time, but I don't want to lose quality…" and I remember working really hard on the production.

Aihara: It was a very cool episode!

--What do you think is the reason for the large number of female fans?

Teramoto: After reading the original work, I wondered what kind of people were the fans, so I asked around. Then I found out that there were also other female fans, and I thought, "I see!" So I made it so that female fans would like this part of Joker, while at the same time keeping the goodness of the shonen manga in mind, so that everyone would be happy. I think the reason why the female fans liked it so much was because Shimogasa's drawings are so cute

--Shimogasa-san, do you have a favorite character in your mind?

Shimogasa: I love them all! I love them all - !!!!　I can't choose one.   Aihara: They're all cool, aren't they?   Shimogasa: What I enjoy drawing are the 'bad' expressions on each character's face. Oh, there was also this idea of Professor Clover having blond hair, which I wanted to draw.   Aihara: By the way, did you create the original anime character, President D (leader of the mysterious organization "Devil Fang"), from the beginning of the design process? I was really surprised to see that Dump, originally fat, appeared incredibly handsome.

Teramoto: Although I had asked for a handsome design, when I actually received the first rough sketch (of President D) from Shimogasa-san, I thought, "Wow! I didn't expect it to be this beautiful!" I was stunned.   Shimogasa: I drew 4 patterns of President D. I kept the lingering effects of the old dump in his eyes and clothes. One of them was chosen by the staff. Actually, I wanted to include the missing teeth of Dump, but that was too much, so I dropped it. However, I wanted to add the freckles that were on Dump, so I added them to the President D so that they were barely visible in important scenes.   Teramoto: You can see them when he is crying, can't you?   Shimogasa: Yes, when he was crying.   Aihara: Great rare information. I see.   Shimogasa: I also think the best part of Dump was the scene where he cries and says, "You're the only person I had to talk to!" …… I had dared to draw that crying face in President D and hoped the director would realize it, and she did just that.   Teramoto: Perfect.   Aihara: The crying scene was really cute!

--Do you have a favorite character, Aihara-san?

Aihara: Joker-san, I think. I like Phoenix (a phantom thief who manipulates flames. He is aiming at Hosshi, a mysterious creature, and comes after Joker), but I think Joker is really cool. The opening scene when he comes down from above and flips his cape is really cool. I tend to fast-forward through anime openings when I want to watch it in one sitting, but I couldn't do that with this one.  

Shimogasa: I couldn't either.

Aihara: That's right, the notices change every time, too. (In the opening, the contents of the notice that appeared in the middle of the show changed each time.)   Teramoto: That was fun, even for those who were involved in making it.   Aihara: It was really a very nice production. It included lines related to that particular episode. It was also cool to go to the chorus one more time.   Teramoto: There used to be an anime called "Aoki Ryusei SPT Layzner," and in the middle of the opening episode, there was a digest-like line for each episode. I liked that direction and thought it was interesting. I think "Layzner" was the inspiration for this piece.   Aihara: I didn't expect Layzner. So that's how it was.

-- So, which character is Director Teramoto's favorite?

Teramoto: I like Silver Heart (Joker's mentor. He appeared in the first episode as a commentator). It seemed to be difficult to come up with a story for the commentary section each time, but all the scenario writers enjoyed coming up with ideas, and the scenario meetings were very lively.  

Aihara: I was expecting Silver Heart's commentary, but instead, "What? This time we got Spade!" I was sometimes surprised.  

Teramoto: It was also interesting to have a different person in the room every once in a while.  

Aihara: It was really very detailed.  

Teramoto: Also, although he may not be popular as a character, I loved Mr. Kaneari (a wealthy man who repeatedly challenges Joker).   Aihara: Great! Around Mr. Kaneari, I was surprised that Kaneko, the beautiful secretary, was transformed into a super-tall commando killer (a powerful woman who participated in the "Bride Grand Prix" to determine Mr. Kaneari's wife).   Teramoto: Actually, Commando Satsuko was not in the original work when we started working on the anime. So we gave Kaneari a secretary named Kaneko, who was original to the anime. Then, that strong character (Commando Satsuko) suddenly appeared in the original work, and she married Kaneari. I was so surprised. I wondered what to do with Kaneko's position. So, out of sheer desperation, Commando Satsuko emerged from Kaneko.

Aihara: No, but it is wonderful.   Teramoto: Rather, Takahashi-sensei is wonderful for allowing that.

--Did Takahashi-sensei give you an immediate OK at that time as well?

Teramoto: He said, "That's interesting."   Aihara: That's amazing, isn't it?   Teramoto: He's too open-minded, isn't he?   Shimogasa: Conversely, there were times when Takahashi-sensei would reimport elements from the anime.   Teramoto: Yes, that's right. Like the design of the Sky Joker (*a large airship and one of Joker's vehicles).

Shimogasa: When I saw his work, I was surprised and said, "Oh my gosh!?"   Aihara: Was the original Sky Joker originally designed differently?   Teramoto: Yes, it was. But Mr. Takahashi liked the anime design very much, and during the serialization, the previous airship was seriously damaged, and the design was changed to the same as the anime one the following month.   Aihara: Sensei's really cool.   Teramoto: I was surprised when I was reading the original work. I was like, "It's the same as the anime!" (laughs).

--Then I would like to ask everyone, are there any times that are particularly memorable?

Teramoto: There are too many.   Aihara: All times were good, weren't they?   Teramoto: Yes, of course. The first episode, which set the initial direction, is of course memorable, though.   Shimogasa: When I saw the first episode I thought "this is good !!!!" I was impressed.   Teramoto: Thank you very much. I'm glad to hear it.   Aihara: In the events of the first anime (in the manga), I thought that Hachi (Joker's assistant) was a bit dry. But in the anime, he is "Joker, you are cool!" I felt the same way as Hachi in the anime. Also, as the story progresses, I like the fact that Hachi's cooking skills make Joker fall in love with him.

Teramoto: It's cute how Joker gradually becomes unable to be without Hachi. As for the other episodes, "Traveling Jokers (Episode 20)" was really cool.   Aihara: I understand. It is a story about Joker and Shadow (a phantom thief who looks just like Joker) who go back in time to the Edo period. The drawings were on par with those of a film version.   Teramoto: I was on the production side, but I was really impressed.   Shimogasa: I like "Traveling Jokers" too. The boiled flounder looks delicious.....   Teramoto: Also, "Idol Stage" (*Episode 22 "Clash! Idol Stage") was also interesting. Silly stories are fun.   Shimogasa: Then there was the final episode.   Teramoto: It was great to end the episode with everyone happy.   Aihara: It was really wonderful.

--What is the most memorable scene?

Aihara: There are many, but… the scene where Phoenix is captured and dressed in a tight black suit is really cool.   Shimogasa: That scene makes your heart pound, doesn't it?   Aihara: Yes, I don't know if I'm allowed to say this, but …… it's very erotic.

Shimogasa: When I saw the scenario or the storyboard, there was a scene where Phoenix was taking off (his mask and some part of his costume), and I was really happy when it was decided to draw that setting.   Teramoto: No, I really like that scene.   Shimogasa: I really like to apply it based on the basic settings. I can draw new costumes, but I also like to take off or remove something that is already on. I also really like jackets on the shoulders, or in the middle of putting it on, or just the shirt, or with the tie off, etc. I'm always waiting for a chance to draw that (laughs).   Teramoto: Joker as a character is not very revealing, so just taking off a little bit of his clothes is sexy, isn't it?   Aihara: Yes! It makes me a little excited.   Shimogasa: By the way, I also wanted to draw Spade (*Joker's rival) without his coat. …… I never had a chance.

--The voice cast was also outstanding, wasn't it?

Teramoto: I used to think that female voice actors were supposed to voice young boys, but when I heard Ayumu Murase's voice during the audition for the Joker role, I thought, "Oh, that's him!" I felt it was the right person. The staff around me also agreed that Murase would be a good choice, and the decision was made. Incidentally, Hiro Shimono, who plays the role of Spade, was chosen because he and Murase's voices would not be in the same tone when they interacted, and it would be easy to tell that he is Spade just by hearing his voice.   Aihara: Wow, I didn't realize that.   Teramoto: As for other roles… I had a very strong image of Hachi, and when I said, "I'd like to ask Yumiko Kobayashi," it was decided.   Aihara: So she was your choice.   Teramoto: I'm very grateful.   Aihara: It's a perfect fit.   Teramoto: Miyuki Sawashiro, who plays the role of Queen (a female phantom thief who trained as a phantom thief with Joker and his friends and is the granddaughter of Silver Heart), is a very busy person so her schedule did not match at first, but something happened to open up and she joined.  

Shimogasa: That's really great.

Teramoto: Misaki Hisano, who plays the role of Roko-chan (a phantom thief dog who likes Queen), actually came to audition for another character, but when I heard her voice, I thought, "Maybe this is Roko-chan." So I asked her to play the role of Roko with the lines from the original story. Then, the staff around me said, "Oh, that's Roko-chan," and we decided on her for the role.   Aihara: Wow. That's how the role was decided.

--If there were enough episodes to animate, is there a story you would like to work on?

Teramoto: Of course there are. There are still many interesting stories left. If I were given the opportunity, I would like to do it. In the first place, there was talk of a Blu-ray version coming out, but it never came out, so I thought there was no chance at all. I was about to give up on it but then it finally came out, and I'm really happy.   Aihara: And the number of pre-orders will increase the number of benefits!   Teramoto: The cover illustration of the box is also very cool. They put so many characters on the box cover.

--Lastly, please give us a message to your fans on the release of the upcoming Blu-ray and DVD.

Teramoto: It might be a bit of a stretch for me to say this, but I think it's an anime that makes people very happy when they watch it. We also felt happy when we were making it, and it is a work that all the creators worked on with great love. I am sure that the enjoyment will be conveyed to everyone who watches it. It is definitely an enjoyable and fun work, and I would be delighted if you could enjoy it as many times as you like.   Shimogasa: I think it is a very enjoyable work as an animation. Recently, there are many works that are too rigid, or do not allow the characters to be broken down, but I was able to freely draw a wide range of characters for Joker. It is a great feeling for me to be able to do such a work. I hope that the audience will enjoy the movement of the characters and the direction that only anime can provide.   Aihara: Oh, um! Does it end on me? Then, let me make a slightly creepy otaku-like comment ……. The animation is fluid, and as Shimogasa-san said, the characters move a lot, so I want people who have an oblique view of children's animation to watch it and think, "This is how children's animation is supposed to be done." I want people to enjoy the animation because "Kaitou Joker" is so amazing and different. Adults can really get into it and be hooked. That's why I want not only children but also their parents' generation to watch it. I will continue to watch it. I'll watch it a lot!   --Thank you very much!

#kaitou joker #miho shimogasa #miki aihara #yukiyo teramoto #interview #2018 #miracle campaign

[jennilah]

thats a wrap on Montreal Comic Con!

it was fine. idk. im tryin to not let the lack of sales get me down... but it is LOL

some stuff did well, but most things I didnt sell a single unit of :,) haha ow

but the cosplay moments I experienced were SO much fun. people LOVE michael! Girls giggled at him! Kids ran to him! Older men loved him! Random people were genuinely scared of him! It was HILARIOUS! Best cosplay times ever!

And the people I met, like a few of my followers and some other artists vending, were nothing but DELIGHTFUL! You guys made the whole experience worth it 💕

Im probably not going to do this again. I realized I enjoy being a con attendee more than a table runner. (It was a little too stressful for me, wondering why so many people skipped over me was too emotionally tumultuous. Retail is scary. Math is scary. Thank goodness all of my customers were patient.)

but I am gonna make that etsy tho! i need to make back what i spent haha :,,,,)

#jennilargh #sorry to put my woes in the con tags this is for my own blog housekeeping jhgkfkrhgnhg if you did buy from me it means a LOT!! <3333333 #montreal comic con #mtlcc #mtlcc 2023

[lgcjiho]

hello friends this is long overdue but i wanted to put out a general plot call for both jiho and @lgcsomin! (but i'll put a post up on her eventually) i've been slacking severely with writing and plotting bc i was travelling, moving countries, figuring out life, etc etc etc. ANYWAYS, welcome to all the new people who i've missed welcoming <3

with that being said, please

LIKE THIS POST for general plotting bc jiho needs more friends and people to interact with and talk to that aren't his members (no shade to the other v&a members)

i'm also available on twitter or d*scord (young_story) if you would prefer that, just lmk your user. i'll be including a re-intro to jiho under the cut since he's been around since forever and i haven't made an update post in ages. i wrote one up months ago and never got around to posting it LOL and i think it might help with plotting? idk dfjsdfjhsdfkj.

lee jiho, leader of v&a and also v&a's subunit agito, main dancer, lead vocal, born october 31, 2000, 23 years old

mock kprofiles / about page

he was scouted while in line for the men’s washroom at his school’s music festival and he thought he was being scammed at first. he actually put off calling the recruiter dude back for a long time until someone joked that he had the looks to be an idol and he suddenly remembered it and called as a joke and to sate his curiosity

he had no dreams whatsoever of being an idol and was pursuing a career in business, hoping to open his own cafe one day.. it's still his dream but he's put it on the backburner for now because he's found that he really does enjoy being an idol

was convinced by a close friend to audition since he’s always been good at singing + dancing even if he was usually just fooling around with friends either at karaoke or when they booked a studio for fun

he auditioned with singing (he sang iu’s hold my hand) and doing a little freestyle dance that was requested of him and surprisingly passed the audition and became an official legacy trainee in january of 2018

his parents were kind of ??? when he told them and originally weren’t very supportive because it was so sudden and he’s not usually *that* spontaneous but as he started settling into being a trainee and enjoying it, they’ve come around and now are his biggest fans

also it probably helped that jaesun and jaehwa were in the company (they’re cousins on their moms’ side)

during his trainee days, he really stuck to himself and only worked to better himself. he never really saw anyone as a rival and only saw his past self as his rival and wanted to continuously become the better version of himself. he was always Peak Introvert so the way he made friends was that he was awkward enough that extroverted people would come and take him under their wing LOL

he was pretty popular from the very first season of future dreams and was one of the front runners for all seasons he participated in, and eventually was confirmed to debut in season 3 of future dreams, and later debuted as the leader of agito on august 27, 2021

was entirely shocked that he was given the leader role because he’s such an introvert and didn't think he did too well during all the times he was in the leader position but has since sort of stepped and grown into the role and loves it now

he’s notoriously confident in himself, and has always been though it might have been slightly Extra before, he truly thinks he deserves to act that way now LOL

i always liken him to a cat (his official emoji on bubble and translation accounts is 🐱) but specifically a cat who’s owner has told him “no, don’t you dare” as he holds eye contact and then immediately smacks the bottle off the table without a second thought

he’s currently working on writing and producing songs, wanting to write and produce a full song for agito one day (i want him to become the bang chan/hongjoong of agito) as currently has the most credits for lyric writing in all of the new gen of legacy artists

is notoriously known to spend the majority of his waking hours in his personal studio (the v&a members tend to come and drag him home at night)

aside from v&a stuff, he’s publicly known for being a model and also for putting out a lot of covers on v&a’s youtube channel

he recently put out a studio choom dance cover and he’s very proud of it and is somewhat interested in possibly acting more but he's happy with what he's doing and what he's accomplished so far

some plot ideas

he's pretty well known as a workaholic so more people to text him and force him to do things other than work on days off would be nice tbh

friends from his trainee days! or even friends from uni that knew him before he became a trainee and joined legacy and are surprised to see him around

if you're a fan of him, he's always very warm and accommodating and does his best to give advice and be a good sunbae

honestly people who dislike him could be a fun dynamic bc he would be confused (not as to why people hate him but he doesn't really know how they would know enough about him to hate him LOL)

making friends at the convenience store at night when he steps out to get 2am ramyeon bc his stash has run out

admittedly i'm rly bad at coming up with plots but i would love to brainstorm and see where that takes us

sorry this is so long dshjfbkhfjs

#( ooc. ) #( ew i got the new editor i hate it ) #( as epected i cannot shut up ever )

[solotraveladventuresblog]

This is their national cloth predominantly made out of silk, but also cotton. It is mainly from the east side of the country. It's freehand art using hot wax and dye to make these one of a kind pieces. Since the artist creates it one at a time, you're getting a one of a kind piece. I got my beautiful silk one that I'll take some pictures of once I wear it. They can be worn as a headpiece, scarf, sarong; they also make table runners.

They took a video of me trying to paint on the silk on the table- then clowned me because I couldn't stay in the lines...needless to say, I won't be posting that-lol!!!

[narrators-journal]

mm, you can have some more freedom with this, yuma with either ryuji, yusuke, or ryoji. ur given kinks r 7, 11, and 13 (:

I! Don’t know if this quite counts as Voyeurism? Or semi-public sex? But I think it does at least VAGUELY. Sadly, I don’t have the mental energy tonight to go back and strengthen those vibes. Not my strongest, but I hope it’s fun nonetheless!

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: Use of toys, they go out to a cafe, so I’m counting that as public, and the waitress is vaguely aware of their shit at least, so lil bit of voyuerism/exhibitionism too!

Yuma Fujioka had ended up with a hilarious contrast with his two partners. Where he was a confident, sexually creative, flirt, Ryuji Sakamoto and Yusuke Kitagawa were both far more skittish with trying more adventurous acts. So, when Yuma finally got the two to agree to a lewd outing, it already had him semi-hard. “Are you two sure you wanna try this? You remember the rules?” He asked, watching the artist and runner he proudly called his boyfriends. Both with pink dusting their cheeks as they straightened their clothes and shifted on their feet. “Yeah, I- um, just, yeah.” Ryuji assured, giving the shorter man a smile as Yusuke just nodded, fiddling with the buttons of his white shirt. “Though...i-if we aren’t into it?” He asked quietly as Yuma made sure each of their remotes had batteries in them. “You just have to say ‘red light’, real easy. If you do, I’ll stop and you can go to the bathroom to take the toy out, okay?” When the men nodded, he smiled. “Now! Let’s go get some lunch, hm?”

With that, the three set off for a fun, themed cafe to try. The color never left Ryuji nor Yusuke’s cheeks, in fact, only growing worse after Yuma stuck his hands into his coat’s pockets to flick the vibrators onto their lowest setting. Grinning and snickering when Yusuke froze and Ryuji yelped a bit. “Do you really need to turn them on while we’re walking?!” Ryuji hissed, his face as red as an apple, and his voice shakey with stifled mewls or moans. Which did little but encourage the tiger with a zip of pleasure through his blood. “Don’t worry, ‘yuji. I’ll keep them on the lowest settings. Promise.” he offered with his sweetest smile to cover up the lustful spark of mischief in him. Returning the embarrassed, conflicted glares with sugary innocence while his boyfriends looked between one another, then back at him before cracking. “Fine,” Yusuke sighed, “I suppose this is the point of this lewd game. Might as well play.” “Exactly! Now come on!” Was Yuma’s chirp, grabbing them both by the hand to pull them into the nearest cutesy, pink maid’s cafe. Not for any particular reason, as he fully intended to torment them more once they were sat at one of the tables.

After all, watching Yusuke squirm in his chair as the toy vibrated inside of him, the copper-haired tiger couldn’t help but turn the controls on the remote a setting higher. Watching as the dark-haired artist tried to keep his face from turning four different shades of red or noise from slipping out while Ryuji seemed to be praying to Philemon, Nyarlethotep, or even Yaldaeboth for the strength to not give himself away. “Are you two okay, so far?” Yuma hummed sweetly, getting glared at again by the pair from across the cafe’s table. “You’re the devil,” Yusuke whispered, hiding his face in his hands as he spoke, “I love you, Yuma, but he’s kinda right…You’re an effin’ succubus.” Ryuji agreed, a moan cracking his voice despite his best attempts. All the while, the redhead beamed proudly at them. Only responding to their humiliated anger with turning up Ryuji’s toy to draw out another moan from him to feed the personal fire of desire in his belly before the waitress came over to their table. “Hello! How may I be of service to you, today?” She chirped to the new customers, so Yuma hummed and looked over their menu as his dates did the same. Trying their best to not give away their lewd positions. However, a glance at them from across the table still showed them fighting down the pink hues on their cheeks, much to the thrill of the redhead. “Mmmm. I think I’ll have the pancakes. What about you two?” he asked, smiling at his companions as they faked pouring over the menu for a lengthy moment. Until, finally, Yusuke got up the courage to speak, “U-um...same as him.” clearing his throat after his voice cracked, Ryuji just muttering out, “Coffee, please.” All while the maid kept her smile, but did give the pair an odd look before she left to put their orders in.

With her gone, the red-haired boy smiled back at his boyfriends. Getting another small thrill out of watching them squirm in the cafe chairs in awkward silence. The silence not helped when Yuma briefly turned the toys inside them up to the highest speed, earning hisses and gasps from them before he returned the vibrators to the lowest setting to keep them from orgasming so soon. “Yuma Fujioka.” Yusuke hissed, his face as red as a ripe strawberry as his light grey eyes narrowed at the redhead, “You are going to make me...y’know.” “I’m gonna what?” The man prompted coyly, smirking at the artist as he watched him try to find a covert way to word his impending orgasm. An attempt he failed at, judging from his defeated and annoyed huff before turning his attention to twisting up and ripping apart a napkin. “Don’t you think this is a little too risky? You’re gonna get us caught.” Ryui warned, the shake of his voice making the tiger chuff. “You won’t get caught, no one can hear the toys. Besides, it’s not fun if it’s not a challenge~” Yuma reminded, admittedly just to be a little extra evil on top of turning the toys up another setting until the waitress returned with their orders.

However, while Yuma’s pancakes were perfectly fine, with the average amount of whipped cream and syrup, and Ryuji’s coffee seemed untouched by the curse of cutesy clumsiness, Yusuke’s order was little more than a mountain of sugary cream and thick syrup that had the waitress scuffing her foot shamefully into the tile floor. “I...am sorry sir. I suppose I messed up your order a bit. Please don’t be mad.” The woman said, Yuma watching as the artist debated what to do. To ask for it to be fixed, or to tolerate the mistake was a hard decision to make while Yuma was slowly increasing the speed of his toy more and more. “U-um…” Yusuke squeaked out, turning redder as he pushed himself to continue through the shake of his words, “It’s fine.” He decided, Ryuji focusing on his coffee as the artist panted, trying to keep his composure the more Yuma messed with his remote to alternate the speed of the vibrator ruthlessly feeding the lust Yuma could see in the artist’s eyes.

However, his feeble attempts to hide his crumbling composure didn’t seem to entirely fool the suspicious waitress. “Are you sure, sir? I can fix it if you’d prefer.” “Y-yes.” He tried in a steadier voice, digging out a pancake to cut a bite free and show her he was, in fact, willing to eat the sugary mess of a breakfast dish. So, with no further reason to question him, she left again to tend to her other tables. Leaving Yuma to turn his emerald eyes to Ryuji.

The athletic blonde had been left well enough alone for a while now, keeping his complaints to himself and keeping his mind on other things to suppress the lewd noises threatening to come out with each movement or shift. But it would be unfair of the tiger to ignore one of his partners for the other. So, with his hands still in his pockets, he increased the speed of Ryuji’s toy just slightly to watch him jolt and wriggle in his chair. “Remember, don’t cum in public. That’d be humiliating.” The tiger reminded quietly, finally turning the toys completely off again so he could eat without the temptation and his partners could get control of themselves before the waitress called the authorities. “Honestly, I’ve got to commend you two for lasting this long. Kinda expected you two to cum by now.” He hummed, eating his pancakes as Yusuke scraped the whipped cream off of his. “I’ll be happier to hear that when you aren’t tormenting us.” Ryuji huffed, making the redhead giggle evilly. “You agreed to it, you can’t blame me for enjoying it.” He argued, making both of his boyfriends roll their eyes. Yet, Yusuke had gotten enough attention, so he kept his complaints to himself. The thriving copper-haired persona user leaning forward with another coy smirk, “Besides, admit it. You two are enjoying my ‘torment’. Otherwise, you’d use the safeword already~”

That point got the pair to bashfully avoid his eyes, Ryuji muttering into his coffee cup while Yusuke just jabbed at the syrup-soaked mush of pancakes on his plate, making Yuma chuckle. But, taking a bit of mercy on the pair, he left his teasing there for the time being. Letting them eat and recollect themselves with only the odd buzz from the toys to keep himself, and them, at least slightly riled up as they enjoyed their outing. Always making sure that, despite the constant simmer of lust, their climaxes were kept away. Until they got home, at least.

I’m never gonna be able to do this again.

#Persona 5 #Persona 5 royal #ask #Ryuji Sakamoto x oc x Yusuke kitagawa #Persona #Ryuji Sakamoto #spice #lemon #yusuke Kitagawa #Persona oc #Kinktober2023 #kinktober #not sfw

[msfeyredarling]

TSIRUP Masterlist

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Chapter 4: Changing Tides

The tap tap tap of the rain on the window and trees bellowing in the icy wind made the usually cold floorboards, freezing. The bright pink fluffy bed socks warmed her cold toes but the rest of her body felt as if it was in the heat of the scorching sun. 

Feyre wore a blue off-shoulder flowy dress that did not keep her warm but rather to cool her flushed skin. She couldn’t tell if she was flushed, simply because it was cold outside, or for some other reason, that may involve three handsome brothers. Although she decided to move on from the boys, she couldn’t suddenly erase how unmistakably beautiful they were, hence her current predicament. 

She flowed easily between the kitchen and the dining room. Her mother and Rhiannon prepared lunch in the kitchen as Feyre set out the dining table. Every piece of cutlery was perfectly aligned on the dark purple napkins, and a combination of white florals and bright greenery sat in the middle light purple runner. The light purple contrasted beautifully against the dark wood of the table. Her inner artist sighed in delight. 

When she finished the table, she went back to the kitchen to help with lunch, she was on salad duty. She began breaking the crisp leaves off the lettuce and as she was slicing up the tomatoes, the brothers decided to show. 

All three strolled in looking perfect, not a hair out of place. Feyre chose to ignore them as they sat on the stools, unwilling to lose a finger or so she told herself. Unfortunately, her silence wasn’t unnoticed and as the mothers left the kitchen, they pounced. “So the deb ball huh?” Rhys waggled his brows, elbows resting on the counter as he leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mischief. She gave a soft hum of agreement and moved her cutting board to the opposite bench, her back facing them as she began on the onions. 

“Who are you going to take?” Rhys continued but Feyre ignored him. 

“You say that like she'll go through with it and dress up in a white fluffy gown,” Azriel commented. His words hurt, more than they should have. It's been three years since they last sore her and they expected her not to change during that time, that she would be the same old and boring Feyre. 

She was so caught up in her mind and insecurities, she didn’t realise she had been rapidly chopping the onions until a hand laid over her own. Feyre immediately stopped, eyes lined in silver as she looked up into hazel eyes. “Hey,” he said softly. Cassian. He always knew when she was hurting, always there to comfort her, but after last night she thought everything would change between them. It seemed his heart was still prepared to give all its love and she was so undeserving of it. 

“Can we talk?” he asked, eyes pleading with her. “In private,” he gave a pointed look towards Rhysand and Azriel as they stared at the knots in the bench with fascination. 

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. “Of course,” she replied, if only because she didn’t want an audience. As she followed him out of the room, her stomach filled with dread. She didn’t know what to expect but she had a nagging feeling this might be the end. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought about losing one of her best friends. 

Feyre followed Cassian to his room. He softly closed the door and turned to face her. Her cheeks became damp as the tears fell.

“I’m sorry,” she stammered

“What?”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to push you or make you feel uncomfortable. I understand if you don’t–”

Warm arms wrapped around her, his warmth seeping through. He held her to his chest, her head resting just below his shoulder. “No Feyre, I’m the one who should be sorry. I was drunk and I lashed out at the closest person available. I am sorry. What I said was completely uncalled for and I didn’t mean any of it. You are my best friend…” he paused. “…and nothing in this world could ever change that.” 

Feyre looked up at Cassian. His eyes were closed as he took in deep breaths like his thoughts had been weighing heavy on his heart. She knew him well enough to know that to be true. “I appreciate your apology,” she stated. She knew his words were sincere and truthful but she also couldn’t suddenly forget what happened. 

Cassian opened his eyes and she looked into his bright hazel irises. He raised a single brow, his lips flickering up into a small smile. “You appreciate it?” 

“Well I can’t let you get everything now can I? I’m going to make you work hard for my forgiveness. I hold your fate in my hands,” she teased and was greeted with his beautiful booming laugh. 

“That’s my Feyre,” he beamed at her and a shiver went down her spine at thought of being ‘his’. A warm fuzzy feeling arose before she got the chance to squash it. She couldn’t deny that she liked how it sounded but she reminded herself she was ‘his’ best friend not ‘his’ anything else. She made a promise and she was going to keep it. 

Feyre linked her arm through Cassian’s as they walked back to the kitchen. “His and her majesty decided to join us,” Rhys said from where he was dicing up more tomatoes. Azriel was mixing the salad as Rhys added more ingredients. 

“You should be grateful we are gracing you with our royal presence,” Cassian replied. Cas helped Rhys take the food to the dining table, bickering as they went. She couldn’t help the smile that bloomed. 

Azriel came and stood beside her. “Are you alright?” He asked softly. She peered up at his face, unsurprised he saw right through her. 

“I’m fine. Everything is perfect now that I’m back at this house with you lot,” Feyre grabbed ahold of his hand, ignoring his look of concern, and pulled him along to the dining room. “Hurry up or there won’t be any food left. I do not trust those two to save us any,” she huffed and Azriel chuckled. 

Everything was and would be alright. If she followed her own advice, this summer would be like all the rest, but with less pinning and more fun.

Chapter 5

#feyreandrhysand #feyreandcassian #feyreandazriel #feyre x rhys #feyre x cassian #feyre x azriel #feyre acheron #feysand #feyre #azriel #cassian #rhys #rhysand #acomaf #acotar #acowar #acosf #acofas #fanfic #the summer I turned pretty inspired

[mercurygray]

⭐️

I thought I was out of cut scenes, but I'm NOT.

Here is a Paris outtake! What you're going to read here is another remnant of the timeline where Dick and Joan didn't talk much before Paris. I actually went into this and stole bits and pieces to seed into the story at earlier points. Joan's monologue wouldn't have worked - it's too much and all at once. It was one of those pieces that *I* needed to write to get a sense of Joan as a person, without actually including it in the fic. I'm not sure that I like Dick here - there's something half-baked about the way he watches Joan.

--

For someone who claimed to need the guidebook, you know an awful lot about Paris.

A guilty smile. “I’ve had good tour guides. When my uncle came with us, he’d give me the grand tour - all the ways the city’s been sacked in the last thousand years. And he’d know, right?” She smiled. “Aunt Michie made sure I saw everything else - the museums and the art and the cafes. Bought me my first absinthe in Montmartre - and made sure none of the artists at the next table over stole me to paint me naked in some studio.”

He felt a kind of frisson at the suggestion, slim but there, of solemn, serious Joan sprawled over a couch in a tawdry artist's garret, making bed eyes at a grubby, impoverished artist while he made grandiose statements about making her his muse. It was not the idea of her nakedness, per se, that touched a nerve; the whole company had seen enough of everyone’s bits and parts over the years, in barracks and showers and foxholes, but more the sense of openness about it, that she should...should be there, openly, to be consumed. In the nearly three years he’d known her he had never made her an object of study, though he knew others had. It had nipped at his heels, this sense of admiration that was far more than that, but there had never really been time for it. And what would they do, anyway? What purpose would it serve? 

But since he’d moved away from commanding the company and up to Battalion, there was a distance now that made seeing her, really seeing her, possible. Maybe it was the ministrations of the hair stylist and the absence of her helmet, or the greens and pinks that showed off the runner’s legs of which the company had once been so proud, but here, in the cafe, with their half-eaten dinner in front of them and a candle on the table, she looked...different. 

No, different wasn’t the word. She looked good. 

There must have been something about the way he was looking at her, for she cleared her throat and began rearranging bits of food on her plate. He looked at his own dinner, half-finished, and felt flushed. “You should know there was a book open, for a while - about when we’d go on a date, Lieutenant.”

Joan chuckled and studied her napkin for a moment. “I heard the odds were very good on Nixon beating you to the punch.” She looked up at him across the table, her gaze honest and direct. “Are we calling this a date?”

“Technically you’re still under my command,” Dick said, practical, as always. She nodded.

“Of course.”

She’s probably half of why I joined the army, honestly.”

“And the other half?” It was intoxicating, to him, this other side of Joan, so serene with her place in the world, and he - he  wanted to know her, what drove her to do what she did.

My whole life I’ve been in the spotlight. There’s Senator Warren’s granddaughter - there’s General Pershing’s niece. No one ever...really just cared about Joan. I’m just used to it, I suppose, always thinking someone else wants something from you, when they say they like you, or you’ve made the team.

I’d been thinking about joining the WAC for a while - my brother and cousin were both in, and I’m just as smart as both of them. I can type a day report, or...tabulate supply lists. Well, I was at my uncle’s house, one weekend, and one of his friends made some comment about how there was some foolish idea floating around the Pentagon to have women enlist in the paratroops as a way to drum up enrollment. They wouldn't be real soldiers, he said, they were only there to look cute and help the numbers. And I got to thinking that there were girls who would join up thinking they really would be paratroopers, and be disappointed about it, and how, if I did it, and could say that I’d done it - passed all the same tests, and ran the same hill...Well, they wouldn’t have an easy time ignoring Jack Pershing’s niece with that spotlight. It’d be the one time where it might actually be...useful. And the paratroopers are the best of the best, right? So I put down my name and got on a train to Iowa. And in basic, no one needed to know who I was, or why I was there - I was just Private Warren, who could run fast and shoot straight. And ...I liked it.”

#director's commentary #the darkening sky #fun with dick and joan #asked and answered #generousdreamlanddestiny

[liamthemarowak]

Gift for coolcsd1986 on deviantart

It was a fine day, and Liam and Jack are playing Mario kart on their Nintendo switch. "Jack, I will win this awesome race by doing some good Mario Kart skills!" Liam said. "Well, I really am a professional at Mario kart, so trust me!" Jack said. When Liam is going to finish in first, a blue shell appeared and blows up Liam's character with a bang! "Oh no, I hate that when that happens!" Liam said, and Jack came in first place. "Alright, I have finished in first!" Jack said as he jumps for joy happily. "Gee, blue shells are worst when trying to be in first. Anyways time for the next race to begin!" Liam said. When they are about to do the second race, someone is knocking at the door. "I wonder who it can be? Liam, would you answer the door and see who it is?" Jack said. Liam goes to the door and answers it, It was Geek the Raboot. "Oh hey there geek, are you here to play Mario kart with us? Because we about to enter the other race, so would you like to join us?" Liam said. But geek wasn't here for that, he was here for something else. "Liam, there is a new arcade game and someone made a high score, and I need to beat that score!" Geek said. Liam was very not sure about this. "Geek, you can't just spend everyday trying to beat someone's high score, so why not come on in and Play Mario kart with us?" Liam said. "Well, could you come with me, please?" Geek said. "Ok, I just going to take some arcade tokens and come with you." Liam said. "Well, I'm just doing to some time trials until you come back." Jack said as Liam and Geek went to the Arcade. At the arcade, Both of them were so amazed about this arcade place, and it has some good eighties and nineties arcades and also a tv watching area where it plays some eighties and nineties cartoon shows, such as The Super Mario Bros Super Show. "Wow, now talk about the nostalgia trip around this place! Now we need to wait for another member." Liam said. Geek was curious about this new member that will be joining them. "Well, I wonder who will join this in this arcade adventure?" Geek said. Then, a Squirrel named Casey, and he has decided to join the fun with Geek and Liam. "Hey there Liam and Geek, I'm also here for the arcade as well to have some good fun, and even have a nostalgia trip as well!" Casey said. "So, let's go and play some arcades!" Liam said as they play some good retro arcades. When they are playing some arcades, Geek saw what he sees to beat someone's high score. "Hey, that is the arcade machine that I was on about!" Geek said. "Oh this arcade? Let's take a good look at it!" Casey said. The arcade was called rainbow run, and the aim of the game is to make a good distance just like an endless runner. "So this must be an endless runner game that is called rainbow run." Liam said. Just then, it shows the high score table, and Geek points the highest score of the table. "See this? I really need to beat this." Geek said. "Well, good luck beating that high score Geek!" Casey said as Geek decided to beat the high score. "Well, you know what Geek is like, he tries to beat the highest score on any arcades." Liam said. "Well, if he doesn't beat that high score, I could give it a shot. I'm not just any artist, I'm also a good gamer as well." Casey said. Liam was really surprised about it. "Wait, I didn't know that you are a good gamer there Casey!" Liam said. Just then, Geek has ran out of arcade tokens and didn't beat the high score. "Well, I least I tried. Maybe next time." Geek said. "Wait there Geek, I have an idea, I could beat the high score for you!" Casey. "Because he's like an expert in gaming!" Liam said. Geek was so pleased about Casey, and Casey gave it a shot, He focuses a lot and he knows where the hazards are. With that, Casey has beaten the high score and decided to put Geek's name on it. "Thank you very much for this!" Geek said as he shakes hands with Casey. "Well, it's time for us to play Mario kart at my house, so let's go!" Liam said as they went to Liam's house. When they went back to Liam's house, they knocked on the door and Jack opened the door. Jack was so amazed that he brought Casey with him! "Seems you have brought Casey with you, so that means it a four player match for us!" Jack said as Liam, Jack, Geek and Casey play Mario kart together.

Liam The Marowak and Geek the Raboot belongs to me

Casey The Squirrel Belongs to coolcsd1986 on deviantart

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