#both vaults really tell another side of the story

[midnightsslut]

also imo there’s something to be said about how the red vault is so all over the place genre-wise while the 1989 vault brings to the surface the buried intensity of the album with the same sonically cohesive and sleek polish of the original

#both vaults really tell another side of the story #but in a way that fits the album #1989 tv #Taylor swift #red tv #vault

[acutecoral]

Broooo, just the immediate feeling of my stomach dropping when I saw a clip of Jaiden finding the Fear room in Cellbit's castle...and that knee-jerk reaction of feeling upset and defensive.

I always have to remember that these feelings are understandable on my side and it wouldn't do to downplay what I feel. I know Endless and I are very invested in Cellbit's character and story, so it's natural to feel that way!

So we took one breath and another and watched.

I had to remind myself who exactly found the Fear room in the first place, and though I don't really main or watch much of Jaiden's streams, the way she turned down the urge to take pictures of it helped ease my worries. I don’t know why, but just that choice alone reminded me that she's not really reckless in these sorts of things. She's careful in what she shares and who she trusts, and doesn't seem to share too about what she knows.

So while she may know now that it exists and entered it, I don’t feel it's something that she'll end up using against Cellbit. She's not really the type, I don't think so from what I've seen and read about her character.

I mean, it's kind of similar to her and Foolish breaking into the vault and taking the happy pills. From how I understood it, they just did it to prove that they can, and as far as I remember, they gave back the pills easy enough.

Also, the only person Jaiden is intended to and will only likely tell it to is Foolish, who considers Cellbit as part of his family, so it's not like he'll use the information against him either or take advantage it in a way that would hurt his son-in-law. He cares too much to really do anything like that.

As far as I know of their characters, they'll probably keep it to themselves until it's relevant, or they may end up just going back together and see it for themselves and leave a mark to show Cellbit that they were there if they feel like it, just like they did with the vault. Or they may confront Cellbit about the room and what it is to get some answers, in their special chaotic way.

Though this is a bit different from the situation with the vault I think, since this place is hidden and made to be secret and safe. In any case, just something to see what they'll decide to do in the end. I'm curious where it'll lead.

That being said, personally, I'm comforting myself with the idea of Roier having reassured himself that Cellbit was not kidnapped this time by going into the Fear room like he did earlier in his stream after Cellbit went to sleep and Roier decides to cuddles up with him in that small as bed (there was only one bed omg...), and when Jaiden breaks in she finds the two of them there, both with deep and dark eyebags marring their faces, obviously exhausted and tired. She snoops a bit before being satisfied and decides to later drag Foolish into the room and the two of them leave things to make things extra cosy and comfy for them.

#i am gently holding that last image in my head #sometimes your faves need to rest and my god do they fucking need it #anyways handling emotional responses to what a character does in a story is hard!!! #but important to not lean into the knee-jerk reaction #qsmp jaiden animations #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #qsmp foolish gamers #qsmp liveblog #qsmp #mcyt #acuteliveblogs

[cloudwhisper23]

Grumbo Month! Another day from the list that @grow-bettah created for this lovely event.

Day 5: Candlelit Dinner

Grian had laughed when he saw what Mumbo had set up for them. His red sweater was covered in moss and stone, and he had not dressed up at all. But that was okay. Mumbo had expected something like this, honestly.

Inviting Grian over wasn’t usually a formal event, after all.

Grian sat on the edge of his seat in the unfinished vault, poking at the candle on the table. He still had that amused smile on his face when Mumbo took his own seat.

“You’re laughing at me.”

“Not at all. I’m laughing with you.”

“I try to do something nice for you, and you’re poking fun at it.” Mumbo crossed his arms.

“Oh, don’t pout. It’s nice, Mumbo. Really. But candles?”

Grian’s feigned ignorance of human traditions was really starting to become a problem. Mumbo’s cheeks burned as he opted not to reply.

Finally, finally, Grian inspected the meal. “Mumbo. This is soup.”

“Mhm.”

Grian prodded the bowl skeptically. “Who did you get this from?”

“Pearl.” Mumbo replied, wearily. “Why?”

“Mumbo.” Grian’s feathers twitched. “Do you know what Pearl has been up to this season?”

“Not really.”

“Ah,  okay.” Another pause. “Did you tell her what the soup was for?”

“I did.” Mumbo forced himself to meet Grian’s gaze as he replied. “You know, typically it isn’t embarrassing to go on a date with your boyfriend.”

“We’re sitting in a half-finished vault in the middle of the night. There’s no torches, only one candle, and you had Pearl make the soup.” Grian shook his head. “Mumbo, if that’s not embarrassing, I don’t know what is.”

“What’s wrong with the soup?” Mumbo pressed. “Seriously. You know something I don’t here.”

“We won’t know unless we eat it, unfortunately.” Grian shrugged. “Pearl is in the Soup Group. They were the resistance against King Ren.”

“Ah. So it could be poisonous.”

“Or completely harmless.”

“This was meant to be a nice dinner,” Mumbo said mournfully, looking at the soup. “Our first one since you got back.”

“You mean our first one since you got back. I was gone for a week!”

“Right. Yes.”

“Look, Mumbo. It’s not a big deal, really.” Grian scooped a large spoonful of the soup into his mouth. “It’s just a precaution- Whoa.”

Mumbo stood as Grian swayed in his chair, the feathers on the side of Grian’s head flicking out. “Grian?”

“Mmm?” Grian’s eyes were unfocused.

“You alright there mate?” Mumbo steadied Grian with one hand.

Grian turned to him and kissed him hard. Mumbo jerked back. Grian followed his retreat, curling his talons into Mumbo’s jacket to continue clinging to him.

“I think we know what the soup does now,” Mumbo said. “We need to get some milk into you.”

A quick trip to Mumbo’s storage room, and both of them were sitting on the floor. “So, there was definitely something weird in the soup.”

“Absolutely,” Mumbo replied, letting the bucket fall from his hand with a heavy thunk. “You were right to be cautious.”

“Yep.” Grian leaned against Mumbo’s shoulder. “It was a nice thought.”

“I wish it had gone better.”

“Mumbo.” Grian chuckled slightly. “You think drugged soup is enough to scare me off? Not a chance.”

“I know.” Mumbo tried to smile back. “I just wanted things to go well.”

“Yeah? We’re here, we’re together, and now we have a funny story to tell.” Grian sat up suddenly. “Let’s prank her back.”

Mumbo’s curiosity stirred at that. “Do you have a plan in mind?”

“No, but it won’t be too hard to make one. What do you say? Candlelit prank plotting?”

“Definitely better than the soup,” Mumbo agreed.

When Grian kissed him, Mumbo didn’t pull away. He pulled Grian closer, almost into his lap as he deepened the kiss.

Grian was the first to pull free from that one. “Right! Let’s get to work on a plan.”

“Of course, Grian.” Mumbo smiled.

Maybe it hadn’t gone so bad after all.

#grumbo month #grumbo #hermitshipping #grian #mumbo #cloud writes #it's a bit of a shorter one #established relationships are a bit more brief without the pining phase #at least they are when I'm writing them

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

Now That We Don't Talk

[seokjin x reader, slight hoseok x reader] [1.3k+ lovers to strangers, angst, suggestive content] A/N: Loosely based on 1989 vault tracks: Is It Over Now? and Now That We Don't Talk. I might write another drabble loosely based on a song for Hoseok x Reader. I'm thinking of picking up the story from the end of this one. As always, all stories I write and share here are an attempt to get back into creative writing; I truly appreciate everyone who finds my writing and shows their love. Please be kind!

Not In The Same Way (prequel) | Be My Mistake (jhope x reader) | Not Warriors

You part the crowd like the Red Sea Did you get anxious though On the way home? I guess I'll never, ever know Now that we don't talk

-

You don't mean to stare, but you can't help it.

From where you stand, you see Seokjin walk the red carpet, and on cue, camera flashes light up, and other artists and attendees are ushered quickly to clear the booth.

The runway is illuminated, both from the flashes and Seokjin's presence.

He always had that glow around him, and it didn't matter if he was walking the carpet or simply entering a room—he seemed to effortlessly carry that aura wherever he went.

Seokjin poses like it's second nature to him, giving the photographers quality shots that would publish well in magazines and tabloids, you’re sure.

You wonder how nervous he really is.

You know for a fact that events like these are never his thing. During one of your nightly rendezvous, he admitted that all the bravado he exudes in the spotlight was actually a front to shadow his anxiety.

Oh, the celebrity life.

He knows what he signed up for, but that doesn't mean he always enjoys the tenfolds of attention, particularly when he's the lone receiver. It overwhelms him, and that feeling is followed by unwanted anxiety and the urge to hide.

When your eyes meet on the carpet, you're surprised how you can still get a good read of how he truly feels behind his facade. You can tell he's anxious as hell, and it's taking everything in you not to rush towards him, hold his hand, and walk the carpet together. Not that you ever had the chance to do so when you were still together. But at least back then, he had you waiting behind doors, ready to warm his shaky, cold hands with yours, shift his focus, and lull his raging nerves before you had to go to your tables in separate ways.

You can't do that now. Or ever. Those are distant memories now, the gap bigger than where you and he stand.

Feeling like you've glued your feet too long where you stood, you turn away and head straight to your table, no detours to dressing rooms. No Seokjin to wait on closed doors. -

There's an after-party. Like always. And as you enter the venue, you immediately find Seokjin sharing casual conversations with almost everyone. Without trying, he will always be the main character in every event. And without meaning to, he always will be the life of the party.

You steal this time to study him. He grew his hair long, you note. And though you sense that the confidence he carries to approach people is a front, you can't help but be bitter that he chooses to talk to anyone but you. He doesn't even meet your eyes nor look your way.

But you can't blame him. You suppose you're no longer the comfort and familiarity he seeks at the end of parties like these. With a sigh as heavy as your heart feels, you excuse yourself through the crowd as you make your way to the open bar. You might as well have your own fun before the night ends.

On the other side of the room, the crowd parts for Seokjin wherever he walks.

-

"I didn't think I'd see you here.”

You turn to follow the voice and chuckle at the man who greeted you.

“Well, I was invited,” you retort with a shrug.

Hoseok hums. “I invited you to my parties before and yet you never came. What makes this one so special?” At the last word, Hoseok raises his brows as he briefly glances to the side of the room. Where Seokjin stood, you assume.

“Just… making appearances. I have an upcoming show.” You internally wince at your half-truth reply. If it were a different person, they wouldn’t be able to tell you’re lying. But you were talking to a dear friend. You just hope Hoseok doesn’t call you out.

Hoseok was Seokjin’s friend. Before all the fame and faux friends came. You trio met during a variety show, Law of the Jungle. You initially hit it off first with Hoseok, coming from the same hometown. But as you mingled with everyone, Seokjin’s jokes won you over. You were over the moon when after filming, he approached you with a stuttered invite to go out for a coffee.

That moment was so long ago. And yet everytime you remember it, it feels like you got to relive the moment with how strong your emotions kick in.

“Ah, you’re just here to make an appearance, huh?” Hoseok pulls you out of your reverie. You nod with a tight-lipped smile. “Well, you’re here now. So, how about a drink?” He signals for the bartender and briefly acknowledges him before he returns his attention to you.

“You’ve read my mind.” You grin back at him.

You and Hoseok managed to down one glass of cocktail after another and another and another until you needed to be guided as you stepped down from the stool.

“Let me take you home,” Hoseok offers. You stare at him for a moment, cogs in your brain working.

You always had a soft spot for Hoseok, but it always remained platonic. But tonight, for the first time, he also seems to have you weak in the knees for him.

Your eyes fall on the mole on his lips and you gulp on air before nodding.

Hoseok's hand remains rested at your hip as you both walk away.

A few tables away, you miss the pair of eyes fixed on your leaving figure. Seokjin's grip on the glass tightens, and he could lie to himself and say that the burn on his throat is from the whiskey he downed in one shot, but he already knows the real reason just walked out of the bar.

He hasn't healed from you walking away, albeit figuratively, and seeing you physically walk out with someone who isn't him just prods his bleeding wound.

-

Kim Seokjin and Im Yoon Ah Looks Cozy at After Party

Im Yoon Ah Spotted Leaving Kim Seokjin's Home

You feel your headache worsen with each headline you read, and with every photo of them together that pops into your feed, you feel your gut churn.

At this point, you should be numb to these headlines. Seokjin has been a regular scoop for the tabloids lately, and while you try to rationalize that he was a free man and any person with 20/20 vision wouldn't turn away from his attention, it still stings when you're greeted with these types of headlines.

You tried to soothe yourself with the fact that the tabloids could stretch things out. You've had your fair share of taken-out-of-context stories published, too.

The first time you saw his name mentioned with another girl's name in a headline, you went out to a bar with one of your exes and, out of spite, you invited the one guy Seokjin always felt jealous over, to party and go home with you.

You regretted it the morning after. You wanted to explain yourself to Seokjin. But held back since you've already made a fool of yourself.

Still, all those nights partying and hooking up with guys, you wondered if seeing your name alongside male celebrities in headlines had the same effect on Seokjin as it did on you.

You grip your phone tighter, and you feel your throat closing in. It shouldn't hurt this much anymore.

The pang in your heart grows at the thought that he parades himself with these women with no care in the world if they get photographed. Yet, when he was with you, he made sure you left at different times and drove to his home in different cars to avoid paparazzis. You're pulled from your pity party when someone knocks on your bathroom door, "Everything okay in there?"

Switching your phone off, you open the door to a shirtless Hoseok. "I'm fine. I'm just feeling a bit hungover," you sell your excuse with a lopsided smile. Hoseok hums, "I read somewhere that you can fuck away a headache, want me to try?" he wiggles his brows at you suggestively, and for the first time this morning, perhaps even in a while, you laugh. It's not a quip you would usually find funny, lame dad jokes were more of your taste, hence Jin. But willing your heart to heal, you let him brighten your mood.

Hooking your arms around his shoulder, you try to be seductive as you answer, "I don't think that’s true, but I’m ready to be proven wrong."

-

#bts #jin x reader #jhope x reader #bts fic #seokjin x y/n #hoseok x y/n #bts imagines #bts angst #bts smut #seokjin angst #jin angst #jhope smut #jung hoseok

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The Clone Wars: Unfinished Business

The 4th and final part of the Clone Wars Bad Batch arc with my OC: Specter! If you've stuck around this far, dear reader, thank you so much for taking an interest in Specter. Her story has just begun and I will be posting the first episode of The Bad Batch: Specter next Friday (5/10/24). As for the format of this episode; since the original went back and forth between Anakin's team and Obi-wan/Mace's teams, this will remain with Anakin and the Bad Batch, just to keep continuity towards Specter's perspective. this has been edited. Enjoy!

Specter finished adjusting her hair just as Crosshair and Hunter arrived with the rest of their gear. Wrecker hung out near her while Tech made a final inspection of the Marauder before their next mission. 

Echo apparently had a plan to help the Republic take back Anaxes; while Generals Windu and Kenobi had the ground, the Bad Batch, Rex, General Skywalker, and Echo would infiltrate Admiral Trench’s dreadnought and counteract their attack patterns. She couldn’t care less about the specifics, as long as it would lead to a Republic victory.

“Tech, is everything ready?” Hunter asked.

“Yup, Sarge. We are ready. Still not sure how we’re gonna land on that ship.”

“Don’t worry. Echo says he’s got a plan,” Rex assured, coming up behind Tech.

“That makes me feel so much better,” Tech replied flatly with a shake of his head.

“What do you mean by that?”

“To be blunt—”

“He’s always blunt,” Specter said as she passed by. Tech sighed and continued.

“His mind belonged to the Separatists until we unplugged him. We don’t really know where his loyalties lie,” he admitted, narrowing his eyes slightly. 

“Right.. Well, I do know. Now, get moving,” Rex said gruffly. 

Once everyone was on the ship, they took off, veering away from the Republic fleet heading towards planet-side battle and up to the Admiral’s dreadnought. 

“Please tell me we are blowing something up,” Wrecker hoped with almost child-like anticipation.

“Sorry, Wrecker, once again, this is strictly stealth,” said General Skywalker. 

“I hate that word,” the brute groaned in complaint. 

“I don’t,” Specter said with a smirk.

“Well, of course you wouldn’t. Your name is Specter.”

“Both of you, focus, please,” Anakin chided before turning. “Echo, you’re up.” The clone nodded and went toward the console.

“Don’t worry. As soon as I plug in, I’ll send a signal to the command ship.” He plugged his scomp-arm into the port.

“What type of signal are you gonna send? Nothing that’ll give us away, right?” Hunter eyed Echo cautiously. The entire Bad Batch was uneasy about the situation: the situation being Echo. Specter couldn’t help but agree with what Tech had said earlier, worried the Separatists could easily turn Echo against them, or somehow find out their plan of attack. 

“As far as the droids are concerned, we’re just gonna be another one of their shuttles coming in for a landing,” Echo explained.

“And the regs think we take risks,” Hunter mumbled just loud enough for Specter to hear. She chuckled, playfully elbowing him in the ribs with a smirk.

“Sending the signal now.” 

The team waited in silence, hoping the plan would work. 

“Roger, roger, Shuttle TC-159. You may approach and land,” a battle droid said through the radio. Specter let out an audible sigh of relief.

“I’d still rather blow it up,” Wrecker grumbled as they approached and landed on the underbelly of the massive ship.

“I have a feeling you’ll get your chance, given our track record,” Specter muttered.

“Shall we bet on it?” Tech asked from the pilot’s chair. She snickered.

“Let’s not bet on the chances of a certainty.”

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The team landed aboard the dreadnought undetected. So far, the coast was clear as the Bad Batch, General Skywalker, Rex, and Echo snuck through the corridors of the ship and towards the comm vault. 

Specter led the group, occasionally signaling for the team to proceed. Her pistol was raised and ready for any potential scuffle. 

They reached the vault. Specter held up a fist, the group paused before she scanned the area and indicated the coast was clear, letting Tech come forward and use his datapad to open the vault. He followed the General, Captain, and Echo inside while the others stood guard.

It was all up to Echo now.

Skywalker reappeared a minute later, the rest of the team gathered around.

“Alright, Echo will be in the system in just a moment. Are there any other entrances to the vault?”

“Not that we’ve seen, but we could always do a quick sweep,” said Hunter. “You, me, and Wrecker can double-check the perimeter. Twins? You two keep an eye on things in this immediate area, but stay off comms. If we end up detected, it’ll be best to give you more time. If none of us find anything, we’ll rendezvous back here,” Hunter ordered. They nodded and split, sans Specter and Crosshair. The former of the two slouched against a wall and sighed dramatically.

[I’m bored], she signed with her hands, exaggerating the slouch in her shoulders and letting her head fall back against the wall.

[We just got here], he replied, frustratedly signing, Specter could tell he wasn’t in the mood for her antics, which gave her all the more reason to continue. 

[But we’re just keeping guard and I'm not detecting any activity in this area.]

[Would you rather be in there?] he nodded towards the inner chamber. Specter sighed, contemplating. [Do you trust him?]

[No], that answer was easy. [But we’ll see how he pulls through. I think he can tell we don’t exactly like him.]

[I'm not a fan of ghosts], Crosshair shrugged as he signed. Specter’s shoulders bounced in silent laughter. 

[I’ll try not to be offended.]

[I’m not a fan of you either], he teased.

[I'll never forgive you now.] He made the motion of swiping at her, shaking his head. [I really wonder if the Separatists could take control of him again], she signed, keeping an eye on the room. 

[Anything is possible], he shrugged. 

“What are you two talking about?” Hunter asked, reappearing with Wrecker and Skywalker. 

“Nothing,” they simultaneously said, crossing their arms. 

“Oh yeah? Then what’s Echo’s status?” Hunter waited for an answer, they said nothing, only sheepishly hanging their heads and taking arms once more. Wrecker laughed, taking a position by the main entrance, while Hunter shook his head and took off his helmet, moving to stand by the door with Skywalker. 

“I’m intercepting a transmission,” Tech said from the inner chamber, catching the group’s attention. “Trench is ordering all of his droids… to the assembly complex.” 

The same one Generals Kenobi and Windu were attempting to take back. Specter gripped her rifle a little tighter, craning her neck to peer inside. 

“Alright, Echo, what are you trying to pull?” Hunter accused, stepping towards the clone.

“Don’t worry, that’s what I told them to do,” Echo assured, seeming all too confident in his risky move. His tone made Specter uneasy.

“That’s making me worry more,” Specter chimed in. Crosshair shot her a look and she shrugged. 

“Our troops will be vastly outnumbered,” said Rex, seeming to doubt his friend for a moment.

“Not when I send them a feedback pulse that shuts down all the droids,” countered Echo.

“Oh, right. Sure thing. Problem solved,” Specter remarked sarcastically.

“How do we know that’s what you’re really trying to do?” Tech questioned.

“We have to trust him,” Rex said after a beat of silence. 

“Rex is right,” Skywalker affirmed. “Echo, we’re all counting on you.” The clone nodded and went to work. Hunter motioned for Specter to stand down, but still shared a wary glance with her and Tech. Crosshair went to stand by his twin—who had rested her rifle against the wall—watching as Skywalker reported to the planet-side Generals.

“Master Windu, I know this sounds crazy, but it’s about to get a little more crowded where you are.” Crosshair looked at her, she held up a hand for him to wait and hear.

“We have our hands full as it is. What is your plan?” Windu replied. 

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, it isn’t my plan. Echo is drawing all the droids to your position so he can neutralize them all at the same time,” he explained. 

[Is he really?] He signed

[I can’t say. Best we can do is trust him and wait], she replied. [I don’t like it either.]

So they waited with baited breath, either for the clone forces on Anaxes to be overwhelmed, or for Echo to come through and shut down all the droids. Hunter and Skywalker exited the room, allowing Echo to finish the job. Specter anxiously and instinctively brought a hand up to chew on her nails, but forced it back down, not wanting to take off her helmet or seem unprofessional. Several minutes later, General Windu came through the comm.

“I am pleased to report that we are in control of the assembly complex, and all of the fronts are falling to the Republic thanks to Echo’s plan,” he said. Skywalker smiled, nodding toward Hunter and the twins before turning back inside. 

“That’s good news, Master Windu. We’re on our way back to the base.”

“May the Force be with you.”

[And also with you], Crosshair signed. Specter choked back a laugh and smacked his arm.

It worked, she thought to herself with a sigh of relief. While she still didn’t exactly trust Echo, she would consider him off of her radar of suspicion. 

“Good job, Echo,” Skywalker complimented.

“Well, I guess you actually are on our side,” said Hunter.

“Was there ever any doubt?” Echo gave a playful salute and smile. 

Hunter looked as if he might say something before Tech interjected, “Some,” blunt as usual. 

“I second that,” Specter called into the room. Rex chuckled and waved his arm as if dismissing her.

“Come on, brother, unplug and let’s get out of here.”

[Happy now, Specter?]

[Yes, finally], she signed with relaxed hands. She picked up her rifle and walked with him further down the corridor, closer to Wrecker, ready to escape the dreadnought, until Echo called for them to-

“Wait, I just scanned a new order from Trench. He’s initiated a countdown. There’s a bomb hidden at the assembly complex, but it’s big enough to destroy most of Anaxes.”

“Can you stop it?” Skywalker asked.

“Well, I can try,” answered Echo, though he didn’t sound too certain. Skywalker seemed to have an idea and wasted no time running down the hall.

“General, where are you going?” Rex called after him. 

“If you can’t stop the detonation, perhaps Trench can!”

“Detonation?” Wrecker enthusiastically wondered allowed after the Jedi had run past.

“Against the Republic,” the twins replied, shutting down his excitement.

“So we have to hope Echo can shut it down?”

“Yes.”

“Would you two stop saying things at the same time? It creeps me out!” Wrecker cried. 

“No.”

“Awwww, c’mon it's weird!”

At that moment, a metal clanging down the hall caught their attention; Crosshair peered around the corner, pulling back just as a blaster bolt flew past his head. 

Trench knew they were there.

Without another word, the three took positions and fired back, though they didn’t make much of a dent in the oncoming forces.  

Hunter eventually caught up with them, Tech, Rex, and a barely conscious Echo trailed behind.

“We got company!” Wrecker shouted, charging forward to assist Crosshair and Specter in their coverfire. “What happened to him?” he nodded towards Echo.

“Electrical feedback overloaded his systems,” Tech answered. “Sabotage from Admiral Trench.”

“Great,” muttered Crosshair.

“Hey, we’re almost through!”

“Don’t jinx it, Wrecker,” Specter warned as she switched from her rifle for her shotgun. Taking center stage, she fired a few shots at the droids, bright bursts of plasma knocked the enemy back and gave Wrecker and Crosshair enough cover to shoot them down and clear the way.

“Now, let’s get moving before another wave comes,” Hunter ordered with a nod.

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Wrecker, Crosshair, and Specter cleared the way ahead while Hunter and Tech provided cover from droids approaching from behind. The unit created a protective circle around Rex, who had Echo slung over his shoulder.

“We can’t blast our way out. There’s too many of them,” Rex said, placing down Echo when another wave of droids appeared in their path. Without another word, Wrecker handed Hunter his blaster and cracked his knuckles, Hunter aimed down each end of the hall. 

“Oh, here we go,” Specter caught sight of Wrecker punching his fists together and running into the line of fire.

“What’s he doing?” Rex asked.

“Time to release the wrecking ball!” he shouted, charging at the droids. He barreled through them, punching and throwing them down, clearing their path.

“I honestly feel bad for those droids,” Hunter mentioned as the team crouched down, waiting for the assault to finish.

“You don’t feel bad when he crashes into me during training,” Specter accused. 

“I think you turned out fine.” 

Wrecker made his way through the last of the droids, pounding the last one’s head.

“It’s all clear!” he shouted, waving. The group got up, ready to move out.

“More droids,” Tech noticed them approaching down the other end of the hall. 

“Go. I’ll buy you some time,” Crosshair said, moving in front of Tech. He threw a reflective puck at the small group; it stuck to a droid and he shot it down. Firing again, the blaster bolt bounced off the reflective surface, hitting all the droids.

“We’ll meet you at the infiltration point,” Rex said as the group vacated the area.

“Hey, if you die, can I have your stuff?” Specter asked before she left. Crosshair looked at her, his silence an indication of his deadpan expression underneath his helmet. She giggled and ran off.

“Oh! He’s gonna try and top me,” Wrecker complained as Hunter gave him back his blaster. “You watch.” 

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The group made it to the infiltration point, but Tech turned back towards the halls.

“I’m picking up dozens of droids on my sensors, all heading this way,” he announced.

“Hope you’re not waiting on me,” a voice said. It was Anakin, running down the hall to meet them. 

“Now all we’re missing is Crosshair,” Hunter reported.

“Speaking of,” Specter said, noticing as he sprinted, leaving behind a trail of more reflective pucks on the walls. 

“You miss me?” he asked once he met up with the group. A big group of droids were right behind him.

Who wouldn’t miss your ever dramatic charm? Specter thought with a scoff.  

“How touching,” he drawled, using the platform on his shoulder-piece to stabilize his rifle. He fired, hitting the last reflective puck, and the blast ricocheted down the hall, hitting every droid as it bounced from puck to puck. 

“He thinks he’s so cool when he does that,” Specter muttered, walking off with her rifle slung over her shoulder. Wrecker lifted up his helmet, gaping at the damage.

“Relax, Wrecker. You’ll top him next time,” Hunter comforted.

“No he won’t,” the sniper chimed in, following the group. The brute pouted.

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They made a quick escape, everyone piling into the ship as Tech detached from the underbelly of the dreadnought and flew away.  

“I’ve got a present for you, Wrecker,” Anakin said, holding up a detonator for the clone. 

“Oh, seriously?” he said excitedly. “I get to blow it up? The whole stinking thing?” Wrecker grabbed the detonator and almost cradled it in his hands. He wiped away a tear. “This is the happiest day of my life,” he said between sniffles. He pressed the button.

Specter watched as explosions erupted a second later, destroying the dreadnought and the surrounding ships, from her spot near the rear cannon, smiling at the damage done.

Mission accomplished.

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“Captain Rex, Corporal Echo, and Clone Force 99,” General Windu said as they all stood at attention, “you all have done a great service for the Republic. Thanks to your courage and effort, Republic shipyards will soon be up and running again.” The Jedi walked away with a respectful nod.

“You’ve got some medals coming your way,” General Kenobi said with a smile before following Windu.

“Thank you, General,” Rex said. He and Echo went to walk, but Echo noticed the Bad Batch did not go to follow.

“You coming?” he asked.

“Not really our thing,” Tech admitted.

“Accolades,” Crosshair hissed. 

“Yeah, we’re just in it for the thrill. Yo!” Wrecker said with enthusiasm, pumping his fist.

“We know we’re good, we don’t need a medal to tell us so,” Specter said with a smirk and a hand on her hip. 

“You sure it’s your thing?” Hunter asked Echo. 

“What do you mean?”

“Your path is different,” he explained before giving a deep huff of a chuckle, “like ours. If you ever feel like you don’t fit in with them, well, find us.” Echo watched as Hunter nodded his group back to their ship. Rex came up to his friend.

“Those are some of the finest troopers I’ve ever fought alongside.” The captain put a hand on Echo’s shoulder, drawing his attention. “Echo. You and I go way back. If you feel that’s where you feel your place is, then that’s where you belong,” Rex encouraged, patting his shoulder and turning to go. Echo looked toward the Batch again.

As Rex walked he knew Echo wouldn’t stay; he turned and saw him talking with the group. Echo turned back to Rex and saluted, leading the rest of the Bad Batch to stand at attention and salute too. Echo was one of them now.

And that's the end of the Clone Wars Bad Batch arc! I hope you enjoyed that! Stay tuned for next week!

#Star wars #Star wars oc #the Bad batch #the Bad batch hunter #tbb hunter x oc #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #clone force 99 #the clone wars #the Bad batch oc #tbb oc #sw tbb #sw tcw #f!oc

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

We are the Disney Brothers

So in honor of Disney's 100th Anniversary, I drag this out of my vaults, I wrote this for the Disney Brothers a bit of Hurt but love, I really wish they'd capture a storyline like this, a story of Parental Alienatation, healing after finding out the truth from a sibling

I think it'd be such an important push the boundaries story for this gen, but Disney's lost its risk taking ways so I highly doubt we will ever get a serious moment canonically like this between the Brothers.

But oh how I wish they'd risk it, take that leap it would be amazing to see.

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The pair stood in Mickeys home in toon town, for the 15th time this month Oswald had snapped, going on a rampage and it had lead to the core,

Something the mouse knew bugged his older brother to his own center, the trauma was clearly still fresh as he paced ranting,

"You don't get it do you Mickey?! Walt chose you over me and that hurt will never go away" 

He angrily huffed sitting down on the couch crossing his arms, however Mickey remembered something sighing going to the stand and pulling something from it, a letter, the rabbit shuffled a bit more away tucking himself into the cushions as Mickey sat down saying in a small voice

" H-he didn't choose me, he created me because he lost you" He held out the letter the rabbit couldn't help but to side eye the envelope" I had always wondered who Oswald was, I definitely know now," a thumb ran over Walts scrawled handwriting "this letter along with one to me and the rest of the crew was left after his sudden passing. None of us knew who you were and I have a feeling Dad kept it from us because he didn't know if you would ever come back to us he didnt want us longing like him, but you have and this rightfully belongs to you." 

Oswald unfurled attention now fully caught as Mickey held out the Letter , snatching and opening it, quickly reading the words

My Dear Boy, my dear Ozzie, what do I say? What can I say knowing that by the time you are able to possibly read this, I will have been long dead.

You were stolen from me, wrongfully taken, I was honestly devastated, more than I showed over your kidnapping. My dear son, I never stopped fighting for you to come home. I know you probably think I forgot or moved on without you, I would not put it past the bastard Mintz to tell such lies, but I never stopped. Again, unfortunately, if you are reading this,  then I failed, and we never reunited before my passing, and that will be one of my biggest regrets I carry to my grave. 

I hope you and your brother will meet. I still have faith that eventually you will find your way home even though it was not in my lifetime. Take care of your younger brother for me? Michael, well, Mickey was created so that way the legacy could continue. The truth is as well if I hadn't lost you, he would not have been created, but both of you were and still are absolutely dear to me no matter the circumstances of your creation or separation.

Take care of each other, Love your creator and Father Walter Elias Disney

He slowly brought down the letter some papers slipped out he shakily looked at it, tears swelling up in his eyes. He quickly tried wiping them away, reading It his eyes widened as he realized what it was, it was an unsigned contract for their father Walter Disney to sell his rights to the Warner Company, he had never signed it, but Charles had and with the Letter Oswald realized, his creator had never wanted to, anger boiled inside the rabbit,

Charles, he remembered his heart breaking, shattering as he was told Walt no Dad had betrayed and sold him to another company, but this contract showed Mintz had been the traitor and person lying to him the entire time. His Papa had wanted him back, his father wanted him, 

"I trusted Charles, I did everything for him and he lied to me" He murmured before suddenly the toon stood up giving an enraged cry swinging as if trying to punch a ghost, making Mickey who had also jumped up take a slight step back as tears began spilling from the rabbits eyes

"I TRUSTED HIM!"

He recognized this behavior, as their Dad had acted in a similar manner when enraged. He knew what to do, and it made Mickeys heart ache. Everyone said he had taken after Lillian, but in Oswald, he saw their Dad shining brightly. And he knew the one thing that had always calmed their Creator down. 

Oswald felt his younger brother wrap an arm around his waist, drawing him into a hug. The rabbit held onto his sibling in shock, blinking as the rage settled into sadness and the lucky rabbit finally broke, sobbing uncontrollably as years of pent up trauma and anger bubbled to the surface as the pair maneuvered to the floor Mickey just holding him,

He heard words of assurance from his little brother, but it did little to help the grief pouring from him. He felt the other rock him Mickey looked up as Minnie walked into frame looking shocked seeing her boyfriend and his brother in such a state however stayed quiet at the others motion to do so and then spotted a letter on the floor, she knew this was a break through of some sort

She only motioned to her phone and saw a slight nod in response before slipping back out. They'd speak when Oswald was more calm,

By the time he looked back, Oswalds sobs had lessened, the mouse sighed,

"Oh Ozzie, I don't know what to say. Especially with the Company's stunt recently," he went quiet at the mention of the trashcan incident, both brothers were still heated about it,"But I know I'm here, I don't know if it'd be a comfort but I uh overheard them mention your name recently in the Company with the 100 years celebrations so they could be planning, you won't be forgotten again,"

The rabbit looked up in surprise, tears twinkled in them, but finally Mickey saw it,

hope

"I really wish they would, I tell people I'm not bothered by their silence....but it bothers me Mick,"

"I know, and you know what, as your younger brother, I will start mentioning you more. Eventually, they'll have to give in," a mischievous twinkle entered the mouses eyes

For a moment, Oswald saw Steamboat Willie again the Mouse that'd get up to chaos just like him. It felt good to know that part still lurked just underneath, but the rabbit also saw Lillian again. He had heard from so many Mickey took after Lillian with his gentle, down to earth, kind yet mischievous nature and now he could certainly see it as well.

"We are brothers Ozzie, and we should have been treating each other as such."

The rabbit felt warmth fill him, he nodded

"And I wasn't exactly innocent, I believed Charles, but I should have made sure that was the actual story, before getting angry,"

Mickey just gave him a smile,

"Your like Dad, a bit hot headed, with the temperment to match." Oswald gave a look, but he continued," But you're a good toon underneath it. We all make mistakes. You know what Dad would say,"

"Keep moving Forward" They echoed each other before finally laughing

The rabbit elbowed the other before finally they stood up holding the others hands,

"And you Mick your like Mom," Surprise crossed the mouses face, but also questioning"For the short time I knew Lillian she knew how to talk Walt down, a kind down to the world soul but she also wasn't afraid to put someone into their place,"

Finally Mickey broke out into a smile hugging the other

"We emulate the ones we looked up to the Most"

"That we do" the other responded returning the hug,

#disney #mickey mouse #oswald the lucky rabbit #Google Docs Archives #disney 100 #disneys 100th Anniversary #disney bros

[pop-punklouis]

CARRYING ON HELLO. that's an interesting point actually about the reasons it could've just been pr, you're right, the mere association with each other caused such a massive fanbase crossover england-to-america that it would be impossible for it not to benefit each of them in some way. i never paid that deep attention to it at the time or since bc like. whatever LOL but it does feel pretty pr. and not to be That Person but to lean into gaylor-ism i do feel like she could be bisexual so if we delve into this being a cover-up in some way (for EITHER of them) it becomes a tree with so many branches. it's just incredibly interesting but let's say it's 100% pr... that obviously means with the re-releases, she then needs to keep up that narrative now over a decade later and i wonder how that feels? i would be feeling so like. guilty/odd/tired because she needs to throw him under the bus to continue with the story that was laid out originally and i know this really won't affect his career or him personally in any way but the web of lies must be EXHAUSTING. personally i would just love to see the chaos that unfolds if they were to pop up and go "SURPRISE we are actually releasing a duet" because. lmao. the world would implode.

1) yeah! like there’s such a tree there for both of them with what haylor was/became. a tree with branches that stretch long and split off from each other. regardless of if you think she’s straight and he’s gay or he’s straight and she’s gay or if they’re both gay. or both straight. there really is so many layers to it.

2) and i agree i believe especially now that they really do seem friendly with one another and she’s been publicly supportive of his solo career for a while, that keeping up narratives like this for PR purposes over ten years ago and to appease fans has to be weird and exhausting in some ways. and like how a grey and i were talking earlier, it’s obvious these vault songs were carefully curated to tell a specific side of that story between them when i’m sure there were dozens of b-sides they could’ve chose from.

3) i was honestly half expecting a style collab for 1989 just for the drama. “Style” featuring harry styles would burned the entire internet down for every single side of the fandom and i would’ve just been watching it lmao

#haylor

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

I've been having a terrible week, so if you want, could you do companions (and Jasmine, if that works?) reacting to a Sole with eyes that glow in the dark/reflect light like a cat's? Thanks :)

Awww, damn. You also not having the bestest week right now? I hope it gets better for you Darling! :) 💖💖💖

And does anyone else get scared when playing Fallout 4 and traveling with Nick in a dark area? Like, bro gives me a mini jump scare when I turn around and all I see is his glowing eyes in the abyss. Then my gamer reflexes kick in and I gun bash him. (Sorry Nick, but it’s scary as heck)

Sole was born with curiously glowing, yellow catlike eyes. No one knew exactly why, but they just were. Their flash photos always came out a little creepy with their eyes looking like the devils, but the big plus side was they had a better time navigating in the dark. They honestly sometimes forgot about their unique features at times, reminded upon meeting someone new.

Nick Valentine: He doesn’t wish to be rude so he does not bring it up when they first meet. He has similar glowing eyes, and it can make one self conscious when they get constantly stared at. Later he makes a joke about it, asking if they inherited their mothers set of eyes as well. They both end up startling each other when sneaking around in dark rooms, often pistol whipping at the same time. They both come to a mutual agreement to put on shades while crawling around in the dark, just to spare them both.

Piper Wright: At their first meeting, her mouth just unhinged and hangs wide open like a gaping fish in shock. When Sole points it out, Piper immediately apologizes and stutters that she has never seen anything like their eyes on anybody, the closest being Nicks Synth eyes. She is plain curious, (And a little suspicious) asking her truckload of reporters questions like if they were born like this or if it was a weird mutation they picked up or if they were really a Synth. Sole explains that they were born with it and Piper is cool with that. She finds that the yellow of their eyes goes well with the blue of their vault suit, making a beautiful color contrast.

Codsworth: Already knew from day one that his master had a very particular set of eyes, so he doesn’t pay them much mind anymore. Codsoworth makes sure to put their cat eyes in their description if he is ever asked how Sole looks by other settlers or travelers, often getting questioned if he was malfunctioning or needed a time up.

Preston Garvey: Catches him off guard for a moment, seeing Soles eyes pierce into the very depths of his soul. He stammers and fumbles a bit, but gathers himself enough to ask for Soles help. Later he shyly asks for the story behind their feline like eyes, in which Sole gladly explains. In the end he thinks their cat-like eyes are pretty cool looking, giving the General their own distinctive look.

Curie: She sparkles with curiosity and fascination when Sole unique eyes come to her attention. She tells them that they look exactly like a kitty cats eyes and she wonders out loud if they can also see better in the dark then the average human. Curie insists on preforming several eye tests and examinations on Sole, already writing down all she could from just observing them while traveling around the Commonwealth.

Cait: Just straight up ask them what the hell is up with their freakish eyes during their first meeting. Sole patiently explains that they were born with it, and she only shrugs and moves on without much of another say about it. Cait later finds it absolutely terrifying when they are going around in darkrooms and she turns around only to see two glowing orbs in the abyss. She ends up punching them on multiple occasions, asking if they should cover them up while in dark places so she doesn’t get a heart attack and Sole don’t get a concussion or a trip to deaths door.

Deacon: Pretty chill about the whole gleaming eye thing, cracking a few jokes about them actually turning into a were-cat during a full moon and asking if they can understand what the cats are saying to each other. Deacon does offer them a pair of sunglasses while on missions, stating that even though it was cool their eyes glowed brighter then the future, they didn’t need to signal to everyone and their mothers that they were snooping around.

Danse: Turns very hostile during the two's first encounter, believing them to be a synth or a mutant of some kind. Once he is assured that Sole is in fact human with just unusual eyes, he calms down some and continues on without another word. He finds it fascinating when they revealed that they see better in the dark, stating that it provided them a higher advantage against opponents. Danse is quick to defend them if any other Brotherhood members get hostile as well, assuring the entire Prydwen down to the Squires that Sole is not a Synth or a Mutant, just a really good Solider with a particular set of eyes.

Hancock: Does a little side step dance when he first sees Soles eyes, not believing his very own eyes until someone else confirms it. Hancock showers them with complements and wide smiles from the start, saying that there isn’t a better or prettier set of eyes in the entire Commonwealth. He loves watching peoples reactions to Soles eyes, often bringing Sole down to the Third Rail just so he can show off his feline cat eyed friend to anyone who would listen.

MacCready: Has to do several double takes upon his first meeting with Sole, squinting and leaning in a little just to be sure his own eyes ain’t fooling him. He gets a little defensive, asking for the story behind their eyes. When Sole shrugs and explains that it’s just how their eyes always were, he nods and continues. Later he finds out just how freaky it can get in the pitch dark, ending up constantly calling for Sole in quiet voice just so he doesn’t get startled dead by the sudden appearance of their spooky luminesce orbs.

X6: He quietly notes to himself during their first encounter that Father had not gotten his parents unusual trait of catlike glowing eyes. He only asks if their eyes give them a tactical advantage in the dark, after that he pretended to pay it no mind and never brings it up. But no one said that he didn’t sneak a curious glance every once in awhile. (They totally scare him in the dark. He internally screams like a little girl every time)

Strong: Asks them why their eyes are weird and all glowing-like when they are in fact a human and not a cat. When Sole explains that they were born like that, he just nods and accepts it. As long as they are a good fighter and leader, he has no problem with them.

Dogmeat: He does not care what Sole eyes are like, even if they look like a cats eyes. He just wants to love them and absolutely overload them with puppy kisses. No judgment from the best doggo in the world, just pure adoration.

Jasmine: She notices and thinks Soles kitty cat eyes are actually pretty cute/cool, but honestly does not care all that much. She gives them the same treatment she gives to all new people, which is constantly giving them side glares from across the room with her resting bitch face. If Sole asks the teen if she is wary because of their eyes, she will simply state “No.” or shake her head, continuing her side glares. (This is why Nick is always apologizing for her to new people)

Moral of the Story: Again, everyone be more like Dogmeat and don’t judge a book by its cover. But I swear, if y’all start licking people it’s not on me.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #fallout #fallout oc #fallout original character #fallout 4 companions #piper wright #john hancock #curie #nick valentine #paladin danse #danse fo4 #preston garvey #strong #deacon fo4 #deacon #fo4 companions #codsworth #x6 88 #cait #dogmeat #sole survivor #robert maccready #If you read all these tags. Comment potato in the comments. #You’ll look strange to other people. But at least I will now you made it down here :) #Along with everyone else who did as well.

[druidgroves]

ok here it is my whisper/deacon brain rot for their web weaving is under the cut. i'm mentally unwell about them.

1. trust no one

this one is pretty obvious. it's deacon's first and favorite lesson. little does he know that after coming out of vault 111, it was greta's modus operandi as well.

2. vulnerability is the last thing i want you to see in me, but the first thing i look for in you.

this quote was more deacon-focused, but it does apply to both of them. upon "first" meeting (that was face to face), deacon is still looking for any signs of cracking in whatever façade greta has created for herself by this point. he wants to pick people apart, but makes sure that no one can do the same to him. for greta, she isn't too great at emotions after being thawed out (she became a lot more withdrawn in that department, despite pretending to be an open book). she'll make sure she can pinpoint your vulnerabilities before you're even aware of them, just so you don't notice her own.

3. i don't understand your specific kind of crazy but i do admire your total dedication to it

this is peak whisper/deacon while doing shit for the railroad. they work together extremely well, in part due to whisper's career as a spy before the bombs (of which deacon has no idea about but he has Suspicions). a big part of their relationship is trying to outdo the other, constant one-upmanship; who can tell the most outlandish lies, put on the most well-crafted personas, or pull off the wildest stunt while clearing the way for safehouses. they are both insane.

4. i want to take a bite out of you, figure out what you're thinking

while working together, they obviously get to know each other--or they get to know as much of each other as they are willing to show. it's both fun and frustrating for them with neither wanting to fully give.

5. our eyes had the most devilish affair; meeting in secrecy in a room full of people.

these two dance around their feelings like they're legally obligated to, but they'll just say that neither of them have done anything about it because of "anti-fraternization" rules put in place by their fearless leader.

6. the nonsense has escalated

this was there purely because their nonsense (feelings) escalates. that's it.

7. the great pretender

i always see this as a deacon song But it fits both of them. they are both extremely lonely people in similar and different ways and put on different masks to compensate.

8. not because i don't trust you, but because i can't bare for you to see me as i really am.

another one showing how much they share and how much they don't. at this point in their story, greta has come clean about a lot of stuff: her real name, her career as a spy, looking for a son she isn't even sure she wants to find, as well as her familial connections to the calverts (who i argue could be partially to blame for the way the war went tbh). she has always lived with a lot of self-loathing and that's part of why she is the way she is, putting on different personas to hide the fact that she hates who she is. for deacon, this is when he tells her about the up deathclaws, about barbara, and about joining the railroad. they finally get to see the other's vulnerabilities.

9. sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.

in trying to understand each other, seeing each other's ugliest parts, they find that they might never understand each other completely. it doesn't quite drive a wedge between them as much as things are a little awkward between two people allergic to talking about their emotions.

10. how to disappear completely and never be found

so deacon talks about wanting to "bug out" and leave sometimes, but in this case, greta is the one who bounces after destroying the institute. she's got a lot to deal with internally and needs her space to process.

11. an exercise in love: i have left the door unlocked, just in case

deacon won't admit it, but he's always on the lookout for her after she disappears. he listens for her laugh, the sound of deliverer, anything, but she doesn't show for a while. but if he knows anything about his whisper, she'll come back again, and he'll be there waiting.

#rae.txt #ship: a relief and a horror to be known ( greta x deacon ) #if any of this sounds off it's bc i haven't traveled with deacon in game in a hot minute lmfao

[kitkatt0430]

2, 8, 9, and 15 for the New Year's ask game!

2. Will you participate in any fandom exchanges or fic challenges, etc? 

I like participating in fandom events - prompt weeks, bingos, etc. I'll probably do a belated Flufftober for last years prompts soon, since I only filled... two of them? And hopefully next Flufftober I won't immediately feel my energy for writing snuff out on me.

Sadly it seems that some of the events I used to participate in have gone away. Hartmonfest being the most recent and the one I'm most sad about. I considered volunteering to take over running that one, but I didn't feel like I had the energy to really focus on it the way an event needs. Maybe if I'm feeling less worn out later this year I might reach out to see if I could revive it on a trial basis. I kinda feel a bit like I'd need to brush up on my photo manip skills though (gotta make a fun header for an event, right?) and... I haven't really done much in that area since high school with, like, the 2006 version of Photoshop in my graphic design class. So this might wind up being something I push off until next year.

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

Usually it's not so much about being brave enough but having enough inspiration. That said, I've had a longer look at the body swap trope with Cisco and Hartley in mind for a while and who knows, maybe this'll be the year I finally start making progress on that idea. It'll be a more serious take than the fic I've already done with it - Cisco struggling to deal with Hartley's hearing while Hartley learns Cisco visions hurt a lot more than Cisco's been letting on - and it'll be something of a mutual annoyances to friends to lovers type deal.

9. Short term goals… what do you hope to complete this week or in January?

The Flufftober prompts. And maybe the Rose/Jack/Doctor week prompts I didn't finish last year. Try and get back into my writing headspace before I start tackling some of my older series again.

15. Do you foresee any personal or professional obstacles this year, that would keep you from creating fanworks? 

So the wasp problem isn't 100% over yet, but it's hopefully going to continue to be in decline. That was a big stressor for me last year - I think more than I realized at the time. If they do come back in bigger numbers, that'll probably stress me out again and slow my creative side down again.

The home reno I had going on last year was another source of stress and while I will be doing part two of that this year, it'll be much smaller in scale - mainly painting and replacing some heavily painted-over wood paneling with drywall, as the paneling as seen better days. No flooring replacements or turning reach-in closets into walk-in closets. So it shouldn't take nearly so long or be nearly so stressful.

I'm especially looking forward to painting the fireplace. It's brick, but kind of a dirty looking off white with a few splotches here and there where it got stained a kinda... puke green tbh. A dark gray paint with a new wood mantle will make it really nice, I think. It'll go well with the light gray I've used everywhere and I'm thinking a navy color for an accent wall. Or possibly two walls. Still in the early stages of decision making.

I'm aiming for spring for the reno, which should give me plenty of time yet to prepare. But I'd expect that to interfere with my writing time since I'll have to pack those rooms up beforehand and unpack them later. Also going to get some of the furniture (definitely the couch and a rug I've had ten-ish years) professionally cleaned. They've both been through a lot and could use a deep cleaning.

#thanks for asking #kitkatt0430 answers #new years ask game

[starport-seven-five]

For the fanfic ask game 5, 8, & 24? 💕

5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you share a snippet?

I’m kiiiind of hoping to get the Sylvie/reader New Years fic done and posted before midnight but it’s very unlikely! So it’ll probably be my first fic of the new year.

You’re torn between desperately wanting it all off, right now, and really, really needing her to just fuck you in this suit, because oh my fucking god.

But then you remember, all of the sudden, what you’ve been waiting for, and yes, absolutely, the pants need to come off.

You move to unbutton the vest to have access to her waistband and—

“Not so fast, pet.” Her grip on your wrist is definitely tighter than it needs to be (you really don’t mind), and her tone is firm, but amused. “Did you forget yourself a bit?”

You almost gasp, embarrassment sending a different kind of flush creeping over you, hot and prickling.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Sylvie soothes, still holding your wrist while she reaches up to stroke along the side of your face with the fingertips of her other hand. “You’re just very eager tonight, aren’t you?”

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you've never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

There’s so many! I don’t think that any of them will happen this year, though I may do another multichapter and those always give me pause!

I’ll throw down the idea that I have but more than likely won’t write, though- it would be a Sylkius fic where the TVA re-forms and Loki and Sylvie are sent to live out a life on some timeline somewhere with implanted memories, almost like witness protection (they consented to it). Mobius has to kind of tail them to make sure they stay out of trouble/don’t start regaining their memories. He’s supposed to stay away obviously but they end up noticing him.

24. By the end of this year, you want your fandom to think of you as “that author who ______”

Ooh man that’s a hard one! This past year I really enjoyed being the one to convert Sylkis to Sexy Mobius 😈

I think I would like to be known for doing justice to both extreme smut and fluffy nonsense and humor. I’ve branched out genre wise so much this year and I want to continue that!

Thank you so much for the ask!!

#fanfic #ask games

[areapermostcapricious]

idk, spicy sunday is less than an hour away for me, so more fun headcanons!! ...though some of them are actually not so fun

by default, kuja has an aversion to touch---some aus it’s less noticeable, but at least in his main verse, he’s not too terribly keen on it. like i’ve stated before, until interacting with someone through rp and him becoming fond of someone, he’s never even been hugged before. therefore, he has to be the one to initiate any form of physical contact

however, he’s not a totally innocent uwu babey; he does work as a dom, and has entertained numerous nobles that can afford his services at his estate. this also applies to other aus, bc yeah i want it :)

hilariously, though, kuja is a hopeless romantic. not in the white picket fence fashion, but in a deep, passionate, absolutely intense way, to the point of obsession. he yearns for the kind of attention he’s always absorbing in the many stories he reads, and envisions himself as both the antagonist and the love interest because, well, why the hell not?? both are the driving force for the protagonist, and the ~drama would be oh-so delicious. someone desiring him to the point of madness... sure, it’s not the healthiest sort of relationship, but kuja has a very warped sense of love, and if he works at it enough, maybe he could learn how to ~actually care about someone

.........or maybe not

idk it depends on what makes sense with another character

on the upsetting side, he’s self conscious about his tail, so that might be a hurdle that has to be vaulted before he’ll be capable of being fully intimate. it has a lot to do with his identity as a genome and even though in his post-ffix verse he’s slowly coming to terms with it, it’s not something that he’s just gonna ~magically~ get over

some more that are a little more explicit under the read more

once kuja gets into a relationship, count on him to be primarily a bottom because he seeks to be ~pampered, but a forewarning: he’s always gonna wanna be dominant and in control of the situation. also, when you’re topping him, he’s gonna bratty af and WILL sass the whole time 

praise kuja during---tell him how beautiful he is, that he’s stunning, divine, ethereal, blah blah blah. he eats it up ngl

doesn’t like being degraded, though, but he will degrade you if that’s what you’re into

or he could even learn how to praise someone else, if that is what’s preferred

either way, he’s a talker, he’s always running his mouth and making poetry, so don’t expect him to be silent. whatever the case, it’s constant running commentary

.....but secret insight: when he’s warmed up enough, folks can get away with very gently pulling his hair, kissing and nipping his neck gently, and---the roughest part---getting handfuls of his ass

look, he has a really nice ass, and it needs to be grabbed

also pls forcefully part his thighs once you’re on shipping terms with him, he’ll gasp cutely

i need more kuja caught off guard

SOMEONE CATCH HIM OFF GUARD AND MAKE HIM ALL TWITTERPATED !!!

#headcanons #angelic desires #suggestive #if any of my ship partners grant my wishes i will pay u in wuv.. #you know who you are B|

[allegra-j-joann]

Script project

The stars spiralled endlessly over the city walls well beyond where the eye could see, they spilled between the notes of bright festive music and pooled in shadows between buildings, listening to the tales to tell the moon from her beloved humans. 

SCENE 0.5. EXT.  DARKNESS

[Fade in on the night sky with the full moon, and the distant noise of the capital below, it’s a festival night.]

CLARE

Between Life and Death, there are few things that are precious.

(beat)

Things that never get forgotten, 

Things that reshape the world as we know it.

(beat)

Those things, impermanent, wonderful things are cherished by the endless ones.

SCENE 1. INT.  TAVERN  DUSK

ALLAMUS, CLARE, tavern customers, OPHELIA/TINY, GUARDS

[People are gathered in the tavern, drinking and laughing, everything is slightly hazy. ALLAMUS and a hooded CLARE sit at a table surrounded by their Guild.]

ALLAMUS

...And then, before it even knew what had hit it, Clare pulled some magic thing, and the whole room was just on fire, everywhere!

[CLARE rolls her eyes and shakes her head at his exaggerations, she is examining an ornate bell]

CLARE

There wasn’t that much fire, you’ll give these people the wrong idea of mages the way you’re carrying on, we’re not gods, we can only do what the incantations allow.

[ALLAMUS pouts at the scolding before going on telling the story of their victory, growing slowly more distant as the room raises their glasses with a cheer. Across the room the door slams open, a redhead bandit stands there, no one looks at her, she doesn’t look at them either, they cannot see each other.]

CLARE (cont'd)

Here, Al, look at this rune here, do you know what that means?

[The bandit, TINY, crosses the room towards the group, they fade away and the light goes out. She pauses at the now empty table, the tavern is dark and abandoned, before sitting against the wall and inspecting a wound on her arm, she winces as she digs a crossbow bolt out and starts talking to herself.]

TINY

Damn crossbow bastards, lucky shot.

(beat)

they’ll be bragging about that one, freaking mess, I hate this city.

[outside the boarded-up window, lanterns flicker past as the city guards search for her, casting strange shadows around her.]

GUARDS

fan out! I’m sure she went this way, she can’t be far! 

TINY

(sigh) fuck. 

[She leans her head against the wall with her eyes closed and listens to the guards getting closer before starting to move up the stairs to climb across nearby rooftops.]

SCENE 2. EXT.  CITY  NIGHT

OPHELIA/TINY, GUARDS, THERESA

[Tiny vaults off a roof into the narrow street against the city wall, running for the nearest gate, she’s struggling and holding her wounded arm, the shouting of guards and the ringing of a bell have become nearly indistinct in the background. Tiny rounds a house, only to collide with another person, sending both of them to the ground, tripping over each other.]

TINY

SON OF A-!

THERESA

(at the same time) SWEET MOTHER OF-!

[they look at eachother]

BOTH

watch where you’re going!

THERESA

… what happened to you? you’re bleeding!

TINY

[sarcastic]

Oh no. really? I hadn’t noticed.

GUARD

I think I heard her! Quick, cut off the side street, don’t let her get too far!

TINY

[panics for a moment before scrambling to her feet and grabbing THERESA]

don’t. move. got it? my shoulder may be screwed but I could still crush you,

[she goes to start running and THERESA digs her heels into the ground]

What the hell are you doing?!

THERESA

well, you said don’t move, I’m doing what you said.

TINY

I SWEAR TO THE GODS! I hate this city and everyone in it!

THERESA

so leave.

TINY

[stomping her foot]

What do you think I’m trying to do?! I was going to use you to get past the guards but now that window of opportunity is shut, thank you very much.

THERESA

oh! why didn’t you say so, hold on!

[THERESA stands up to her full, rather tall, height and picks TINY up suddenly, which seems significantly easy to her, she starts running away from the noise of the guards and the nearest gate which they’re guarding, TINY is too shocked to yell at her immediately.]

SCENE 3. EXT.  FIELD  NIGHT

OPHELIA/TINY, THERESA

[THERESA and TINY stop running once the city is out of sight and set down in a ditch by the road, trying to catch their breath]

TINY

What the hell was that?! don’t just pick someone up like that, they saw you, you’re involved now!

THERESA

So? What are we meant to do? They were chasing you, why wouldn’t I help?

[she grabs TINY and starts treating the wound, ignoring the girl’s attempts to pull away]

The Matron says to take care of those younger than us so they have time to learn

TINY

Oh shit… you’re a moron! your precious church has coddled you into brain slush, you have no idea who I am, do you?

THERESA

Should I?

[she starts binding the wound, cutting TINY’s sleeve off to do so)

It’s not really important who you are, just what you do,so you don’t have to tell me.

[TINY pulls her arm away, scowling as THERESA finishes and sits back against the bank of the ditch]

TINY

[pause then a sigh]

So what sends a slush brain like you out into the big mean city?

THERESA

I was curious about some things the Matron said, so I came to see them myself

[TINY stares at her with a raised eyebrow but says nothing, THERESA takes this as a cue to explain, looking up at the dark sky]

THERESA (cont'd)

The Matron said that people who live outside the grace of The Lady are selfish and can too easily be tempted to violence, and that’s why we have to study the hymns and teach them.

TINY

The Matron sounds like a cult leader.

THERESA

[coldly]

You’re in a lot of pain and not thinking clearly, I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.

TINY

[shrugs a little painfully]

suit yourself, church mouse.

THERESA

[pause]

So, who are you?

[TINY groans quietly and ignores the question, turning away to try and get some rest confident that THERESA won’t call guards or stab her in her sleep.]

SCENE 4. EXT.  FIELD  DAWN

OPHELIA/TINY, THERESA, GOLEM

[TINY wakes up as the early morning sun reaches into the ditch, she drooled in her sleep and grass is stuck to her face, the sound of the ringing bell can still be heard distantly. She looks around and sees smoke rising over the far bank of the ditch from a campfire.]

TINY

That had better not be you, church mouse!

THERESA

That’s not my name

[she doesn’t look up from the rabbit meat she’s cooking)

Don’t complain about the food, we can’t travel on an empty stomach

TINY

Are you stup- no nevermind, look, the smoke from your little breakfast adventure is like a beacon for everything around here with teeth or a dagger, you can’t set up a fare unless it’s absolutely necessary.

THERESA

Decent food IS necessary

[she glances over her shoulder]

you don’t suppose there are many people out this way do you?

[TINY sits in front of the fire, practically drooling over the food, which is nearly cooked, her stomach growls loudly, announcing her hunger.]

TINY

out here? the place is an overgrown dump, doubt there are any towns for ages either, besides the Capital

THERESA

[glancing over her shoulder again]

Are you sure?

TINY

I literally have no reason to be pulling your leg on this one, why are you asking anyway?

THERESA

I… can’t shake this weird feeling, like we’re being watched, I could swear someone is staring at my back

TINY

(becoming annoyed at her constant checking)

for the love of- Look, I’ll go check, so just shut up would you?

TINY reluctantly stands and walks away from the fire and the food, kicking the nearly waist high grass as she walks, whistling loudly to get the attention of anything nearby, a cheery tune that would be sung at a bar.

TINY

Dunno what to tell you Lady, there’s no one out here!

[TINY is about to start walking back when she trips on something, landing roughly on her bad arm, she looks back and finds her foot has pulled up an old helmet, the rest of the armour is close by with bones still inside, she has just half destroyed the skull.]

TINY

haha… fuck. 

THERESA

What happened, are you okay? Are you being attacked?!

[running over]

that’s...that’s a dead person

TINY

Long dead, relax

[TINY kicks the helmet aside and the air is suddenly filled with a deafening metallic roar]

TINY

I didn’t do it!

[she hides behind THERESA]

It was the church girl! I didn’t do anything!

[The GOLEM is half buried in grass, the ground shakes a bit as it starts digging itself out.]

GOLEM

[screeching]

HOW DARE YOU TRESPASS HERE?! HAVE HUMANS LOST ALL SENSE?

THERESA

what? what is that thing, who are you?

TINY

Who cares what it is? it wants us to leave, lets leave

GOLEM

INSOLENT LITTLE QUIM, YOU HAVE DESTROYED THIS RESTING PLACE, THE GUILTY MAY NOT WALK FREE!

[With another roar the GOLEM pulls itself free of the dirt and lurches towards them, it is at least twice their size, rusting a little in places and not very fast, both girls scream and start running, tripping on more armour in the dirt.]

GOLEM (cont’d)

I WILL SEE THAT THOSE ARROGANT FOOLS RECEIVE THEIR DUE REST, YOUR BLOOD WILL WATER THEIR GRAVE FLOWERS, GET BACK HERE!

[TINY and THERESA continue to scream as the GOLEM chases them further into the field, roaring and creaking as they move up and over a hill and towards a lake with a crumbling tower in the middle of it, an old fishing boat is tied off at the edge of the water, both seem to have the idea to escape the metal monster over the water. The sound of the ringing bell also grows louder during this chaotic chase.]

SCENE 5. EXT.  LAKE  MORNING

OPHELIA/TINY, THERESA, GOLEM, LYRIA

[TINY and THERESA reach the edge of the lake with the golem still in hot pursuit and quickly closing the distance down the hill, they begin frantically trying to untie the fishing boat which seems to be in good shape for seemingly being abandoned.]

TINY

Hurry up! Oh my god, Hurry the hell up! 

THERESA

I’m trying! stop yelling at me!

[tugging at the knots]

Come on. Don't be like this! it won’t come undone!

TINY

cut the fucking rope! it’s almost here!

[the GOLEM hits the bottom of the hill and runs towards them, raising it’s fists to presumably crush their heads and both recoil, landing on the gravelly sand and clinging to each other desperately when one of the closed fists suddenly shouts over the noise]

LYRIA

Enough!

[the GOLEM opens it’s fist and a silver rose brooch is there]

This is ridiculous! all of you! you’re supposed to be Heroes! look at you all, acting like barbarians!

TINY

Heroes? Since when? What the hell is this?

THERESA

[crying]

we didn’t mean any harm, why is this happening?

LYRIA

get off the ground, both of you.

[the voice shifts it’s attention to the GOLEM]

and just WHAT was that? since when do we mindlessly chase anyone who gets near?

GOLEM

THEY ARE AN UNKNOWN AND DESECRATED THE SITE

LYRIA

she tripped, they obviously didn’t know where they were

GOLEM

THE ORDERS WERE CLEAR, CEASE YOUR NAGGING

LYRIA

The Orders are over a century old!

[TINY and THERESA glance at each other silently as they get up, watching the hulking metal beast argue with the seemingly sentient pin, THERESA, still sniffling quietly has taken the knife offered by TINY and is trying to free the boat as quietly as she can]

LYRIA

good Idea, we’ll take the boat over and Clare can clear this all up for us

THERESA

Who's Clare? what is she clearing up, would you please slow down and explain what is going on?

LYRIA

Clare will explain everything, come on, get in the boat.

[The rope suddenly unties itself and the GOLEM starts to move forward, cornering THERESA and TINY between the boat and the water. The girls scramble into the boat resignedly and the GOLEM climbs in, making the whole thing sink a little lower in the water, and taking up all the space that could be spared, the cramped boat lurches off the gravel beach unprompted and starts easing through the water towards the tower in a tense silence.]

#short story #fiction #writer stuff #creative writing #writing #drabbles #writerscommunity #scriptwriting

[thedarkmistress16]

Do you have any app or mobile game to suggest? QwQ I wanna try playing something new

OOF there's so many mobile games I'm listing so prepare yourself

BATTLE CATS is the shit. Tough levels at points but there is a semblance of progress to be had. They added a lot of events and extra shit so it might be overwhelming for new people. i have no idea tho I barely started playing it again.

I'm a lover of the solitare genres (klondike and spider) but ugh the ads. I really only like them for the virtual customization of the themes that desktop comps dont provide enough of and having something offline to play on the go. ive been getting better at the four suit spider games, tho- i can feel my brain learning. 😁

Bingo games are fun! I don't have any one in particular I like the best, tho. Been a while since I played them.

Tinker Island 1 has great progression and you have the opportunity to collect the paid currency constantly, building up your gem vault. I like the garden minigame more than the actual gameplay XD.

I like Marvel Puzzle Quest for the match-3 gameplay with the marvel aesthetic. I'd recc. to play this one casually because progression is nonexistent with AND without $.

On the topic of match games, Bejeweled is a classic. 😊 I loved the butterfly rescue one back in the day and poker version was fun too- the tension is just MWAH.

Grand Summoners is for some reason spending a lot of money in ads because I'm seeing it everywhere despite having it on the exact device I'm seeing the ads on??? I'm not saying it's a problem it's just odd, lol. Micromanaging gear and teams will implode your brain but there is some strategy to it, even if you try to auto everything. They have crossover events all the time, on top of progression being kinda slow but still possible, and I'm quite happy with unexpectedly pulling a Hatsune Miku and evolving her. 😊

I would recc. trying out Yu-Gi-Oh Duel Links out for a test run to see if the grind is up your alley. Very generous with rarity tickets the last time I played it.

For another simple game, billiards are fun too, and easier to play digitally than in real life, lol. You will be playing against other humans all the time, tho.

Injustice 1 or 2 and Marvel Contest of Champions have their own pros and cons, but both are finger-input fighting/brawl games with IPs so it depends on asthetic and progression i guess? If I had to choose tho, I would say Injustice is more organized in its content than Champions if that makes any sense?

Best Fiends is a cute and neat lil' bubble draw and pop game that has some progression to it, but it's been a while since I played it. Surprising for me that I even like this one since the mascots are cartoony insects.

Color Puzzle is a gradient-building/color-matching puzzle game. I played it during my art class and it made me more aware of how colors react next to each other though it can hurt your eyes.

Visual novel story/chapter games are ones you need to curate yourself to figure out which one you'll want to sit through. Chapters has sexual/explicit stories but a beefy reward system compared to Choices from what I remember, plus community engagement/contests. This likely could have changed now- I haven't checked. Other apps have (slightly) animated characters/establishing shots and some are more customizable in the protagonist and reputation systems (romance or otherwise). They all blended together in my mind like a big soup of colors, but i will tell you that the paid currency choices are never worth it.

(Pixel) Color-by-number games are fun pastimes until they hurt your eyes and drain your device battery.

South Park Phone Destroyer was fun for a bit. Until it wasn't.

Dream Girlfriend is the best Ambition gacha/character simulation game they have, prove me wrong.

side note: have you ever played a mobile game that got deleted? one that was solely a play-to-win that was also fun in general and you were close to maxing out your characters? yeah, it's worse than the pain you feel when you discover your fave fic has been deleted from the internet😢

#ask for moi #list of moi #fs in chat for: #fallen princess #monster strike #please dont give your money to mobile apps i beg it is not worth it dont be like me and throw money in a game that dies #and we can't forget the messy disaster that was the transition of voltage romances to love 360

[firstdegreefangirl]

May 2023 Reading Wrap-Up

Total books read: 5 

Total pages read: 1,319 

Days read: 22/31 

Average star rating: 3.65/5 

Challenge Prompts Filled: 10 in May; 51 total. Popsugar: 3(17)/40.    Romanceopoly: 3(15)/36. CRAD: 1(5)/12. BTBL: 3(16)/52 

Sink or Sell by Margaret Rose 

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 

A five-star read, without a doubt! I picked this one up – literally – first thing on Indie Bookstore Day while I was browsing the shelves at my local, and decided that when the first thing I picked up on Indie Bookstore Day was a signed first edition of a self-published debut novel from a local author, there’s probably a law that requires me to buy it. Like, there’s not going to be anything more fitting for IBD than that. Lucky for me, the premise looked right up my alley, and even luckier, it WAS. This was a hefty book, and it took me 10 days to get through, but certainly not for lack of interest. I loved all of the characters, I laughed, I cried, there is so much security footage at work of me having to put the book down and get up to walk it off (and/or wandering around with the book in one hand and the other one clapped over my mouth in sheer delight, and at another point saying “oh NO, he’s HORNY!” out loud in a public lobby – mercifully, an empty lobby.). I can tell this is one I’ll love to revisit in the future – the ending was pretty easy to predict, but even the twists there were didn’t try to carry the weight of the whole story. I knew almost right away how things would end, but it’s the journey that’s the best part with books like this. I can’t WAIT for her next book to come out now, and there’s a local author event I’m going to have to work days off around next year, I think. So, so, so, so good, and I’m so glad I gave it a try. 

Prompts Filled: Popsugar – A book you bought from an independent bookstore, CRAD May– More pages than April, Romanceopoly: The Vault/A paranormal book with the main character on the cover 

The Do Over by Suzanne Park 

⭐⭐⭐⭐(¼) 

I was so excited to nab this one on a library trip! It kept popping up in my Facebook ads, and I’d read one of Park’s YA novels last year (The Christmas Clash, for those playing along at home), so this definitely felt like something I would enjoy. And I did! It plays a really nice line between YA/early adult (with the university setting, study hall, midterms drama, etc) and more adult contemporary (MC is in her 30s, dealing with all of the real-world problems of people being in their 30s) in a way that let me get the best parts of both genres. It’s fun, it’s cute, it’s everything a contemporary romance should be, with a side of quarter-life crisis of self-reinvention. The ending, if a smidge predictable (like all the best romance novels are, imo) really stuck with me in the sense of “it’s never too late to do something again and/or for the first time.”  

Prompts Filled: Romanceopoly: Campus Corner/Set in college/university 

American Housewife by Helen Ellis 

⭐⭐(¾) 

The goal here was “something non-romance, fiction, that I already own” trying to knock a prompt off of one of the reading challenges. It ... filled the prompt. Parts of it were really funny, and there are a couple of quotations that I flagged because I liked them. But it’s a collection of essays, and some of the writing styles felt pretty inconsistent. I knocked it out in a single sitting, so it couldn’t have been that bad, but writing this a few days later, not much of it is sticking with me.  

Prompts Filled: Popsugar: A book you bought secondhand; BTBL: Novel in verse, poetry or anthology 

Baby in the Making by Elizabeth Bevarly 

⭐⭐⭐⭐(¼) 

I’ll be honest: this was one of the shortest books on my shelf, and I was running out the wire to hit the five book goal for May. I don’t remember when I bought it, I don’t remember why I bought it, the series name is “The Accidental Heirs,” and that’s not usually a trope I go for.  

All of that said, this was DELIGHTFUL. I cleared it in one evening, because every time I tried to put it down, I picked it right back up. It was lighthearted and engaging and captivating and I don’t want to say too much more, because it’s giving me big AU energy. So I’ll leave it with that I went in with the assumption that I’d read this and put it in my local Little Free Library, but it went right back on my shelf.  

Prompts Filled: BTBL: A character is lost royalty 

Smart Boys and Fast Girls by Stephie Davis 

⭐⭐(¼) 

Another short read, knowing that I had a super busy week and needed a fifth book. This was published in 2005, and that makes sense almost as soon as you start reading. I got mid-2000s Teen Nick vibes, like Degrassi or Zoey 101 or something. VERY cheesy “Jocks vs. Nerds" style love triangle, with a heaping dose of “do my friends hate me?” B-plot. It’s a rough cut from a teen media era I really wasn’t intending to revisit this week, or ever. And yet, I ended up totally invested in the drama, picking sides and cheering people on and waiting to find out how it would all unravel. There are worse ways I could have spent my time, but definitely better books I could have read.  

Prompts Filled: Popsugar: A book about an athlete/sport; Romanceopoly: Free choice; BTBL: An author writing under a pseudonym 

#katie reads #kr23 #books #bookblr #katie speaks

[ruby-whistler]

i made a list of the vibes of the hermits i watch, so you might want to check some of them out! this is just mostly jokes, but i thought all of the more “serious” propaganda was missing something, so have what truly makes hermitcraft worth it; the players’ unique styles!

will be back on my dsmp stuff asap but it’s the first day of season 8 and i would really appreciate if you checked them out through the links provided :]

Grian; [ episode one link ]

vibes of a 17 year old mcyter, is actually 27 and married

noo not my red jumpah!

chaotic capitalist

someone is making the server better through order? *starts another war* whoops, hand slipped :D

he built a- he rebuilt his entire megabase in survival, above a giant lake of lava, in the nether, on hard mode, upside down??

“watching as scar dies over and over in my trap is peak comedy and i’m tired of pretending it’s not” but it happens like 5 times i every season

video editing is very main-stream and good for short attention spans!

*sad montage over losing stuff he’ll get back in 15 minutes because he’s rich*

pesky birdd! great elytra flier! amazing builder! will tnt your house! poultrymannn!!

wholesome, chaos incarnate, talented architect

why won’t mumbo respond to my messages it’s been two weeks :[ (clingy)

doors???????????? your house has doors???? no doors for you good sir!

will laugh a lot at a lot of things, esp when he’s with his friends

genuinely just so fun to watch

Mumbo Jumbo; [ episode one link ]

perfect british accent

mustache man (warning: he has no mustache irl)

*fails ten businesses in a row* iskall please help

redstone is his element

“it’s actually quite simple” i like your funny words magic man, now can you repeat how in the hell you made a that fancy vault work-

filmographer?? i think? met up with grian irl

him and grian have a robot son named grumbot. that has nothing to do with the vibes but i had to mention him because he means a lot to me.

tries to stay out of wars and server politics until someone (grian) drags him into them

minigame maker, makes the hermits competitive and that is scary (also very funny) e. g. button, hermit challengesss!

“it’ll be fineee” *que shot of everything on fire behind him*

makes his base a living being and then all his neighbors end up feeding it instead of him

conspiracy theorist. bumbo baggins. the usual.

very entertaining videos that help you learn more about minecraft mechanics!

GoodTimesWithScar; [ episode one link ]

wheelchair creator with literally the best vibes

so wholesome i. he is so cool he makes me so happy :’D

*extremely cool announcer voice* ooooo hello there my fellow miners and crafters, good timeees with scar heree, and welcome backk to the wonderful world of hermits and crafting, and we’re flying over-

commentates everything extremely well

spends tenths of hours on builds within a single video and doesn’t bat an eye

lore for all of his builds! he builds these amazing bases to tell a story!

“i wanna see white flags! white flags, outside your base, by-“ wait no wrong anti-rebellion army leader

all videos have a clear objective

mostly building, but he loves hanging out/helping his friends!

loves disney movies! wants to go to space! :D

kind-hearted, always makes everyone else smile

can be chaotic but usually just tries to have fun and make sure everyone else has fun too

*flies into a tree on half a heart* wait what why did i die D:

scar. scar please eat. you’re going to die for the tenth time this video-

the non-chaotic capitalist, has extremely creative shop designs

a danger to himself, but also the kind of person you can’t be angry at for long

BdoubleO100; [ episode one link ]

the guitar music at the beginning of his videos brings a smile to my face, it just has such an immaculate mood

*camera pans over him as said music plays* ladies and gentlemen welcome to another episode of hoimycraffff

the way he talks is extremely endearing

one of the best builders on the server - probably best builder of interiors in existence

able to make a palette using any number of strange blocks and then make amazing builds using it

built a whole castle as a backdrop, then built an entire giant mountain for said castle

extremely sensitive to short jokes, usually gets pranked by others because his reactions are always so funny

his daughters show up from time to time in his room while he’s recording and it’s so cute

*has no way to see the sun but still knows it’s nighttime* gotta go schleep!

scar, pointing at him “this is why we can’t have nice sunsets”

(scar dies because of mobs every time bdubs isn’t on the server to sleep)

likes to be accomplice because he isn’t the one being made fun of (/lh)

*shoots himself in front of a confused grian because he thinks the guy wants his face again when he’s actually just looking for a netherportal*

is usually the underdog so it feels good when he wins

they’re all actually such great friends so it’s genuinely funny to watch

he himself is amazing at entertainment and just a very cool guy

ImpulseSV; [ episode one link ]

what’s going on everyone, my name is impulse and welcome back to hermitcraft!

always speaks with a smile in his voice

has a good dynamic with basically everyone

great co-worker and always helps out if he can

had his base turned pink during the swap, and instead of changing it back afterwards, he dyed his skin’s hair and clothing pink to match it

very cool and original building style!

makes a lot of farms and sells what he gets in his few shops

makes money to be able to do more stuff and make more farms

blows up most his base ever so often to rebuild parts. you know, like a normal person does in minecraft survival.

the grind is never over

the guy who always gets all of the work done on the school project and proceeds to be chill about it

always has very cool side-projects going on and puts his heart into all of them

pog timelapses!!

Rendog; [ episode one link ]

*short, funny scene from the video at the beginning slowly fades out into great music

dogs howling as the half-dog half-cog logo comes up*

greetiiings cyberdogs and citizens of the interbubs! this is ren diggity dawg coming atcha, in another minecraft episodes varuuummm the hermit. craft. server. (hey!)

we’re kicking things off today my friends, from the- *location name on screen*

that intro gets me hyped every time

he’s a furry who talks in bro language it’s great i swear - very atypical but fun

he transformed an entire biome into a star wars planet for his base

his building skills and dedication are incredible

horny (just a little bit)

the only person who cared about mycelium in the whole rebellion

does a lot of roleplay-themed stuff and mysteries to be solved

“b-dubba-dubs one hundred”

extremely upbeat & sweet guy

adds -age after everything “biddage” “flyage” to make it sound Cooler

amazingly positive always and funny as hell

mcc winner!! wooooooooo :D

always tries to be where stuff is happening and interact with people

very entertaining editing style

Iskall85; [ episode one link ]

drives joke into the mud and then picks them up and does it again which is funny

starts videos with one-off bits

iskallman!!! the superhero literally no one needed and yet there he is

only has one (1) braincell when with mumbo

they both do and they’re hilarious together every time

like when they laughed at squeaky noises for ten minutes straight. guys please you’re adult men

bernie the leaf master

omega (something) of doom!!

encourages gambling (in a videogame)

he has so many jokes he keeps using i can’t possibly fit them all in here

basically a wildcard

i have no idea what he’s doing this season

i have no idea what he’s doing ever actually

tame chaos, confusing to the point when it’s funny again

really great builder as well!

mostly for younger audiences but his videos are a good watch in general

feel free to send asks about hc! i’m already loosely involved in hermitblr but yeah, my dsmp followers aren’t immune :] /lh /j

#long post #hermitcraft #hermitcraft s8 #hermitblr #ruby's rambles #:] #all my personal opinions #just wanted to add to the hype lol