#did you not ge the memo??

[thisonelikesaliens]

remember when Kurt shared that he used to record a voice memo to Qian every day during filming? he did a live on weibo yesterday (which apparently had 2 million viewers?) and shared the only one he didn't delete. quick translations below (spoiler free):

Ge, today was the first time you told me you had saved money for me to go study in the US. I was very touched when I heard it. Thank you for always making me a part of your plan. I'm slowly growing up and I will be able to share our family's burdens with you and take care of Xiao Bao for you. Take care of yourself. Don't overwork yourself. Ge, thank you. Thank you for always protecting me.

#unknown the series #關於未知的我們 #unknown bts #didn't have time to type out the original message #and no time for finesse in the translation #but you get the gist #this one translates #this one rambles

[aloeverawyvren]

A Plague On Necromancy Review

( I was supposed to get it a few days from now, but it came early! This is surprising considering mail delivery services like to pretend I don't exist . Amazon Isn't letting me leave a review rn, I'll try again though) Tldr: I liked it alot and recommend you read it.

Spoilers? Maybe? I talk about Bucklers secrets, but not what exactly they are, just my vague thoughts on them. Also this is super long so buck-ler up we're going on a road trip ( See what I did there? Haha, why are you booing me off stage?)

Oh boy, where should I start?

The concepts of necromancy and plague doctors are interesting on there own to begin with, but the way this book joins them together is really cool.

The setting is London,in the 1700's. From what I can tell its pretty historically accurate, even if it wasn't I would still enjoy it, I'm chill with historic inaccuracies. I just think its neat when stories that take place in the past go that extra mile. The magic system was really neat, it was cool- sometimes literally haha- but not to overpowered, making it more ... Is 'believable' the right word? Like it never takes you out of the story is what I'm saying, it interacts seamlessly with the world in a way that isn't clunky, if that makes sense.

Barty ( who my auto correct keeps calling Barry lol ) is our protagonist, he's a little confused but he's got the spirit. Oh, poor Barty. The author is so mean to him :( /j . Not only did his bioparents die in a fire, his adopted brother also dies, his adopted parents basically shun him, the doctor he was working with gets the plague and dies. I could go on but spoilers ya know.

Tragedy aside, Barty is relatable at least for me, blushing /embarrass easily, wanting to help people but not knowing how, crying alot and choking on food. ( no seriously he chokes like two distinct times that I can remember. Its hilarious) he's human. He has faults, failures, and troubles along side his positive traits. Its how he deals with them though that's so great I think, I liked hearing his reasoning/train of thought. his dynamics with other characters are fun too. he's also new to the whole doctoring thing, (and magic) making him a good tool for exposition.

I think I'll talk about Buckler now, I had a feeling he was gonna be a favorite of mine and I was right. James Buckler is stern but not altogether unkind, he obviously cares and like Barty he's doing his best really. His dynamic with Barty and other characters was something I liked alot. (When he first met Barty he was a little grouchy for a bit, but Barty was being nosy so it was warranted lol)

I had only heard he had one big secret, I missed the memo that there was another one. I had guessed one of them off the bat, the other one however bitch slapped me as I was only expecting one secret. (I think he should've told Jessica sooner, like I know why but still)

I think its Fabian time, there's so much to unpack with Fabian. Complicated, smart, and very cool. My thoughts when he explained the plan where "ok, what's the catch though?" But there wasn't really a catch was there? he was set up to be the villain by others and ended up being not so much a villain but more of an anti-hero? (At least in this book, he does have the (REDACTED) now doesn't he? Who knows what could happen)

AND OH MY GOD, THE TRUE LOVES KISS THING CAUGHT ME SO OFF GUARD! I WAS LIKE ?!??! it just came out of left fucking field, like "wait, he do can that?" I questioned everything I thought I knew about his powers.

Oh my god , I wanna mention some side characters! I never see anyone mention them and its sad because they are cool too!

Jack the rat catcher is great, I enjoyed all her appearances and her dog (even if Barty didn't lol) .

Agnes, also gets a shout out from me for being a good person.

The zombie rats where oddly adorable too.

Fabian 's gang is extremely interesting aswell, I'm curious about them.

Three particular people are on my shitlist however for reasons. Plot reasons.

this post is getting very long isn't it? If you've read this far, here's a cookie 🍪.

I'm not entirely done though, let's talk about the book as a whole. Its pretty short, but the pacing is good it doesn't feel too rushed or too slow. I'm a fast reader though and finished it in like two-three hours, in one and a half sittings ( I got up to get coffee and my cat sat on the book until she got the required amount of attention and pets before she deemed I could continue, I call it the Cat Tax)

There was one punctuation error I found, a quotation mark was missing after Fabian was talking ( I forgot the specific page), it wasn't to big a deal though and other than it was all good. I also liked the writing style! I'm glad i 've finally read it, it gives the ask blogs lots of context.

I can easily see this as something I would get from a bookstore or library, I think it could get pretty popular if more word got around about it honestly.

(I actually don't have a tiktok, I learned about it through Tumblr)

I enjoyed reading it!

if your reading this and have not read the book, I recommend it! All encounters I've had with the author has been positive, there's also another book about Barty meeting a dragon.

You can find links to both books on Barty's ask blog, @drbarty. Fabian has one to: @lordfabian

(Was Fabian really the one who was assassinated or me? I almost died laughing at 'shite fish' , my favorite bit . I'm still giggling)

(Also I'm going to start using 'shite fish' out of context now, )

if I remember any other notes I'll put them here.

(Readers: How much trauma do your characters have?

The author: yES/j)

(the Author: *slaps roof of characters* this bad boy can fit so many horrible backstories/j)

(Are you even a creator if you don't torture your ocs tho? I dump my ocs in a blender and put them in the microwave on high for two hours and burn the house down then refrigerate for two days, so I'm not actually judging lmao)

#a plague on necromancy #dr barty #books and reading #This post isn't proof read #there's probably spelling mistakes #SHITE FISH FROM THE RIVER THAMES #plague doctor

[stewardofningishzida]

Meta-Fic Sequel - Chapter 2: Catching Up

Meanwhile, in the Marvel universe…We have Wong being a mother hen, Avengers banter, and questionable decisions being made. Yayyyy! Here we goooooo!~ TRIGGER WARNING: Language, passing mentions of trauma and one drug reference, a couple of real-life scary news stories mentioned (but not in-depth).

*After Stephen’s return to his home universe, it took a few weeks at Kamar-Taj for him to fully recover.  Being in a non-magical universe for so long had drained him and the Cloak of Levitation of magical energy and it unfortunately cost Cloak its sentience and “life”.  The sorcerer, aided by his mentor and friend, Wong, took the relic to Enitharmon the Weaver.  It was a tough job re-enchanting the Cloak, but it was done as Stephen gradually regained his own magic.  Stephen is overjoyed to have regained his silent companion.  Though he still conceals his excitement out of pride.  Wong smirks knowingly.  After both relic and mage are sorted out, the older man resumes training Doctor Strange for the Trials of the Vishanti.*

Stephen (going through what was probably the 20th practice round of the day):  How long did anyone else have to undergo training before this?

Wong:  Decades if not centuries, Strange.  Your case is more of an emergency promotion if anything.

Stephen (sarcastic):  Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Wong:  I did not say anything negative about your capabilities.  Just that you lack experience.

Stephen:  Experience?  I literally lived through millions of different timelines to find the right one to beat Thanos!

Wong:  I mean in a breadth of things, Strange.  Not necessarily in terms of time.  You will get there.

*Stephen huffs and continues to train as hard as humanly possible.  After a few more hours, Wong decides enough is enough.*

Wong:  Strange, as great as your devotion to the role may be, rest is essential for general well-being.  Stop for now.  You can continue tomorrow.  *He gives Stephen a look.*  …and don’t even think of stealing more books to memorize overnight.  I WILL know.

*Stephen gets a stubborn expression at first, but then he gets a text notification on his normal phone from his own universe.*

Wong (slightly smug):  I let your teammates know that you’re back.  I’m sure that they have many questions for you.  *His expression softens slightly*  Go.  Spend some time with your friends, Strange.  They’ve been concerned about you.

*Stephen checks his home universe’s phone.*

Tony Stark (text): Hello to the consulting wizard of Bleecker Street. I hope you know I have chosen to believe you get no signal in there whatsoever. Because you definitely did not leave me on read for weeks. Also Cap told me to message you again, so you can go complain to him all you want. He keeps insisting we meet to debrief, as if 80% of meetings could not be resolved through email. You back from the universal tailor shop yet?

*Stephen sighs and decides to reply.*

Stephen (text):  Hello, Tony.  My apologies for the delay.  Being trapped within a non-magical universe severely drained me and I needed to recover.  I’m back on my feet and the Cloak has been successfully repaired.  If the team wishes, I can portal over to Avengers Campus posthaste.

Tony (text): Posthaste? Who the hell - -

Tony (text): The team (Steve) very much wishes you get your magical ass over here posthastily – Yes!!

*Stephen glares at the messages and grabs his Sling Ring.  The Cloak glides over and latches onto his shoulders.  He pats it fondly.* 

Stephen (to the Cloak and himself):  Okay…Time to debrief.  

*He opens the portal to the common tech lab in Avengers Campus and steps through.  When he does, he’s greeted by the sight of a rather irritated Tony Stark with Captain America hovering over his shoulder while the younger man attempts to hide his phone screen.*

Tony (to Steve): I don’t care if he gets offended, I was not going to type “at your convenience” as if I was writing a memo to my boss. I’m usually the one getting memos from nervous employees!

Steve:  Was the cursing really necessary, Tony?  *He points over Tony’s shoulder at the offending text.*

*Peter Parker is leaning against a nearby table, glued to his own phone.  When he notices the portal, he looks up and straightens quickly to greet the sorcerer.*

Peter: Doctor Strange! Hi! You did pop by. *He shuffles his weight nervously and crosses his arms over his chest, nearly hiding his phone under his armpit. His eyes shift from the sorcerer to the two bickering heroes*

Tony: *His head whips toward Stephen and the portal the moment Peter talks, and he throws a hand out toward the sorcerer as he addresses Steve* See? Worked like a charm. Now get off my back and go bother him for a change.

*Steve sighs and shakes his head before walking over to greet Stephen.  The portal closes behind Doctor Strange as he walks to the group.*  

Steve (polite):  Hello, Stephen.  Welcome back.

Stephen:  Hello.  *He gives Steve and Peter a respectful nod.*  It appears that this universe remains intact, which is a relief.  *He glances at Tony to acknowledge the other man’s presence.*

Peter: *He reels back at the odd expression and squints his eyes up at Stephen* Wait…was there a chance that it was not going to? You were gone for like a week!

Tony: *He leaps off his stool the moment he sees Stephen drawing breath to answer Peter* Nope, can it. The universe is still very much where and how it should be. We saved it. Kinda traded my arm for it as part of the deal, in fact. The least it can do is stay saved for more than a few months. *He waves his right arm as if Stephen could have possibly missed it when he was the one who saved Tony in the first place. The sleek nano tech is the red, gold, and silver colors of the Iron Man armor*

Stephen (raising an eyebrow):  It was actually two weeks.  As for the universe, that WOULD be nice, but unfortunately, interdimensional crises don’t take months off.  *He snarks.*

Peter: Right… *His voice is quiet but his small frown remains. It’s clear he’s attempting to appear unbothered in front of the adults.*

Tony: *He rubs his left hand down his face tiredly. He then sends Stephen a fulminating look and nods his head toward Peter, urging him to mind his words of doom and gloom in front of the teenager* So, Steve, you wanted to interrogate David Copperfield here, right? It’s why you disturbed the sanctity of our lab party? You asked, I delivered. *He waves his hands in front of him again, silently conveying a “have a it” at the Captain*

Steve (stepping forward):  All right.  Well, Stephen, it’s been several weeks since you’ve contacted any of us.  So, care to update us on what exactly has been going on?

*Stephen looks at the group and gives a small nod.*

Stephen:  I suppose all of you deserve an explanation.  So, I’ll keep it concise.  Essentially, there was an accident while I was in the middle of fighting an interdimensional being and as a result, I ended up trapped in another universe with no way out for 2 weeks.  *He looks at the group.*

Steve (raising an eyebrow):  Another universe?  Could you please describe it?

Stephen (a bit reluctant):  This universe is similar to ours, but without magic, mutants, or any versions of us.  They have knowledge of us, but somehow, we’re all just fictional characters in comic books and movies to them.  In addition, they’re suffering from the results of a global pandemic that killed millions *Gives Tony a sideways look when the other man immediately goes to speak*  —Yes, I quarantined during my recovery—, immense political corruption, and numerous other crises.  

Steve:  That sounds surreal and more than a little intense.  What are the inhabitants like?

Stephen:  The inhabitants I met were kind and hospitable people.  However, due to the lack of magic, the Cloak and I were slowly drained until the Cloak lost its sentience and I could no longer cast spells without aid from what little residual magic leaked through the interdimensional rifts leftover from my arrival.  *He’s containing his displeasure at this part.*

Steve (sympathetic):  It doesn’t seem like it was an easy time.  How did you finally get back here, then?  Also, what have you been doing since you came back here?

Stephen:  After my final attempt at casting a portal failed, Wong managed to pick up enough of a magical signal to find me.  My time after that was mostly spent repairing the Cloak, recovering my magic, and training for the role of Sorcerer Supreme.  My Trials begin within the next 2 months.  *Something occurs to him.*  While I was trapped in the other universe, the group helping me provided some research materials for us to view and interact with.  To ensure that none of this affects our own timeline, they omitted anything related to us.  So, feel free to go through it.

*He conjures the large bag that Trix gave him before he left.  It has the dvds, cds, cell phone I gave him, some covid tests, and a few books in it.  Stephen sets it on the table in front of the other three heroes.  Captain America gives Stephen a shocked look, but decides to rifle through the bag curiously.*

Steve (glancing at a movie that he recognizes):  That’s…quite a story, there.  *He looks at Stephen for a moment, concerned.*  Are you feeling all right now?

Stephen:  Better, thank you.  

Peter: *He immediately perks up at the sight of the large bag Stephen procured, and he eagerly leans closer for a better inspection* Did all this really come from another universe?

Tony: Ah ah ah *He quickly snatches Peter’s wrist with his good hand before Peter can reach the zipper* FRIDAY? Do we know if this is toxic to us in any way?

Peter: What? Doctor Strange is magic. Surely he just…decontaminated this with a spell, right? *He gives Tony a weird look before turning to Stephen for confirmation*

*Stephen nods*

Stephen:  I did, but since our magic isn’t in their universe, we can check it just to be sure the effects of the spell worked.  It hasn’t hurt me or Wong.  So, chances are that things are reasonably safe.  There are also some antibody tests in there for the disease.  So, we can always reverse-engineer it if anything is contaminated.  *He’s levelheaded about this.*  

FRIDAY: My scans did not detect any anomalies, boss.

Tony: *He sighs and releases Peter* Alright. Have at it, kid.

*Peter opens the bag and pulls out the first thing that sticks to his fingers, which happens to be a DVD. He turns it over a few times before placing it on the table in front of Steve and Tony.*

Peter: Huh, this is weirdly uncanny…*He continues to pull the items out before one in particular catches his full attention. It is a special edition of Jurassic Park* No way! Did that universe also still have dinosaurs around? Could that be a thing? What is the world like if the meteor never hit?

Stephen (patient):  Oh, those are their special effects for movies.  They’re revolutionary in that universe.  A way of compensating for the lack of magic and mutants.  The dinosaurs there are still extinct like ours.

Tony: Give it here, Pete, you take forever. *He hooked the bag’s strap with his finger and dragged it closer, curiosity finally taking the better of him as he dug in elbows-deep into the bag*

Peter: Aww *He deflates for a moment before his eyes catch on to another plastic case Tony just discarded* No way! Star Wars? Wait, this one looks mostly the same…

Tony: *Totally ignoring Peter’s rambling* Yeah, say, Strange, did your summer holiday universe also happen to be stuck in the 80s? This thing is ancient. *He turns his hand to reveal the phone Stephen brought back with him. It’s a far cry from the latest Stark Phone model.*

*Stephen gives Tony a sour look.*

Stephen:  Their technology is, admittedly, rather behind ours in some ways.  They haven’t even gotten beyond their moon yet in terms of space travel.  *He holds up a dvd of a moon landing documentary.*  

Tony: *His eyes immediately zero in on the documentary Stephen has, and he leaves the phone on the table to instead make grabby motions at the sorcerer.* Gimme.

*Stephen passes Tony the dvd. Tony quickly flips it over and reads the information on the back cover.*

Tony: Neil Armstrong, Charlesworth, Milton Windler…They really don’t mention Howard at all in this… *He looks back up at Stephen, finally seeming to understand their absence in the other universe*

Stephen (reiterating):  Howard Stark never existed.  Nor did any of our families or us.

*He digs through the bag and pulls out a thick book.*

Stephen:  Steward, one of the women there, also left us an encyclopedia.  It has some descriptions and photos of their technology.  Plus, a bit more of their history.

*Steve picks it up to look.*

Steve:  You weren’t kidding.  Some of their modern, government-issue machines look like the ones that I was trained to use back before I got frozen.

Tony: *He leans over to glance at the book Steve is holding* The Manhattan Project. Without Howard…did they still…?

*Stephen nods grimly.*

Stephen (deadly serious):  The Cold War also still happened and Russia is currently trying its damndest to restart it AND has been threatening the world with nuclear missiles.  Not to mention their North Korea…

*Steve looks horrified.*

Peter: But… They’ve got fail-safes, right? They must have. The UN should have been created too if they’ve been through the same wars we have.

Stephen:  They do…Though apparently, a false alarm got set off a few years back and alerted Hawaii to an incoming ballistic missile.  There was a huge news story about that.  So, they’ve come dangerously close to nuclear war multiple times, but have managed to narrowly avoid it.

Steve (looking at an article):  Who is this Donald Trump?

Stephen:  You don’t want to know, Steve.  Trust me.

*Tony rubs a hand over his face, clearly upset by all the information. He nibbles on a hangnail while he takes in the entire contents of Stephen’s bag now strewn about his lab table. There isn’t much, all things considered. He probably won’t find much use for the outdated tech either, regardless of its otherworldly origin.*

Tony: Alright. Well, it sure sounds like one depressing world to choose for a vacation, but this is it, right? You made it back and our universes are not going to collapse like one lame Big Bang reenactment.

Peter: *He leans his elbows on the table and looks up at Stephen with his head tilted in curiosity* So how did you survive all that time in another universe? You said you met kind people, but we didn’t even exist there.

Stephen:  Yeah.  Their names were Trix, PrettyWitch, Tear, Steward, Fox, Laer, Tua, Alexis, and Weevil.  Steward let me stay at her house and everybody helped me research different ways to try and get home.  Oh!  Also, Steward did offer to keep my cell plan active over there, but needless to say, the phone doesn’t work between dimensions.  *He toys with the buttons absentmindedly.*

Tony: *He squints his eyes at Stephen suspiciously* I thought magic didn’t exist there either. How could you have anything to research?

Stephen:  They don’t have magic, but they do have mythology, urban legends, and occult books.  They were willing to help me try anything vaguely supernatural that might work.  None of it really did with the exception of one spell, but that was a side effect from my being there.  Also, unfortunately, a group of miners there was consumed by an entity that came from one of the rifts…*He looks considerably ashamed of that last part.*

Peter: Dude…

Steve (gentle and understanding):  You did what you could, Stephen.  Even if we want to, we can’t save everyone.  You did the best you could with what you had.

*Tony gives a deep sigh and observes Stephen carefully, from the guilty slump of his shoulders to the way his scarred fingers continue toying with the ancient cellphone. He’ll probably never understand this so-called multiversal travel, but he’s no dimwitted asshole either. Whatever Stephen lived there seemed to be of great impact to him, and the Avengers had long learned to have each other’s backs.*

Tony: Well… We’ve cracked how to build communication devices that can transmit messages thousands of lightyears away. FRIDAY, where did we get Nebula’s last message from?

FRIDAY: Last message was received from the Guardians of the Galaxy’s headquarters in Knowhere, boss. But she confirmed the new propulsion engines you helped design were successful in making the Celestial’s head mobile, so calculating their distance in relation to us is impossible.

Tony: Of course they were successful. My point is, what do you think of figuring out a way to communicate between different universes, Pete?

Peter: *His expression brightens at the mere idea* Do you think it can be done?

Tony: Between you, me, FRIDAY, and our good doctor? I wouldn’t say our chances were abysmal. *He crosses his arms over his chest and sends Stephen a smug smirk* If anything, it’ll be a fun challenge.

Stephen (small grin): All right.  Challenge accepted. 

*A few months pass as Tony, Peter, and Stephen attempt to modify the phone for multiversal communication.  Stephen can only help sporadically due to his intense training and Trials, but after he passes, he gains his new title of Sorcerer Supreme.  He does have more responsibilities now, but still manages to come by Avengers Campus regularly to help work on the project.  The former surgeon also works with Dr. Bruce Banner and reverse-engineers a vaccine to the covid virus from the antibodies in our universe’s covid test kits and every Avenger gets inoculated just in case something happens later on.  Eventually, they think that they might have gotten a breakthrough with the phone. Which is why Stephen sneaks out of Kamar-Taj as soon as he finishes teaching novices after he suddenly got a new text from Tony.* 

Tony (text): Hey, Stranger Supreme. Drop by the lab whenever you’re on a break in this dimension. Turns out one of the pockets in that alternate universe bag of yours had a hole. Found a USB stuck in-between the fabrics. You’ll want to see this.

*Stephen portals into the lab.*

Stephen (curious):  Did they save some other documents for us or something?  

*Tony looks up from where he’s busy soldering something onto what appears to be one of Sam Wilson’s Falcon wings. His face is smudged with black stains, and his eyes are wide behind his protective glasses. He smiles when he sees Stephen and quickly puts away the soldering iron.*

Tony: Wow, you really are here. I figured you wouldn’t see my texts until next week at the least, what with you being out of town so often after you got promoted to Headmaster.

Stephen (raising an eyebrow):  *Mildly sarcastic.*  Very amusing, Tony.  So, what exactly did they leave for us to find?

Tony: *He hops off his stool and removes his protective glasses before approaching Stephen with a big grin* Something close to state secrets, I would say. Definitely the type of thing that could be universe altering. It might even break the multiverse.

*Stephen stares at Tony for a moment, worried, before fully processing the shit-eating grin.*

Stephen (realizing what it might be):  They didn’t…

Tony: *He squints his eyes at Stephen’s reaction, tilting his head to the side* Oh, you know what it is, do you? FRIDAY, privacy mode. *He crosses his arms over his chest and leans his hip against the nearest workbench while FRIDAY darkens the glass windows surrounding the lab, his eyes never leaving Stephen’s face as if he could read his thoughts through sheer force of will.* Show Stephen the contents of the first folder, cheer him up a little.

*A hologram flickers to life near them, large enough to cover almost an entire wall. Yet Tony’s gaze stays fixed on Stephen, unwilling to miss his reaction as a video of none other than Wong begins to play. He’s listening to music in a dark library, and Beyonce’s singing voice can be heard despite the fact that he’s wearing earphones. A small portal fizzles into existence behind him, and a disembodied hand quickly snatches a book off the shelf and is gone before Wong can turn around and see it. The action gets repeated a few more times until even the book Wong was reading gets taken from right under his nose. Tony didn’t need to use his genius to deduce Stephen had been the one pulling the prank.*

*The video is followed by a couple others, all of them depicting Wong as if viewed through a camera lens. The final video in that folder clearly depicts Wong singing karaoke with two young adults Tony had never met but was not surprised Wong never spoke about. Tony had technically just shown Stephen a gold mine of blackmail against his best friend.*

*Stephen watches the videos, a grin spreading widely across his face.  He seems relieved, thinking that he got away scot-free.*

Stephen (amused):  Wong is NEVER living this down…Thanks, ladies.  *He looks like a kid on Christmas morning.*

Tony: *His expression shifts into something that screams smug victory* Glad we both agree. Because I…will certainly be looking forward to tons of new favors from both our ex and new Sorcerer Supreme. FRIDAY?

Stephen (suddenly going back to dread):  What?  *He stares in horror.*

*FRIDAY smoothly swaps to the contents found in the second folder of the USB file. The following video looks distinctly homemade in comparison to the previous ones. The resolution is different, giving away the fact that the video was taken with a cellphone, but the image is still impressively clear. There is no denying that it is Stephen himself standing in the middle of a cozy living room with a younger woman. They are both singing karaoke to the lyrics that appear on a TV screen, and three other women are singing along with them on the surrounding couches.*

Stephen (exasperated):  …Of course.  Trix was filming that night because it was our last night together.

Tony: *He laughs* And it sure looks like it was quite a night!

Stephen (sighing):  Damnit, girls.

*The video is followed by a few others, each full of carefree singing, silly dances, and laughter. There are a few photos as well, candid and selfies alike. Everyone sports tispy blushes, and a few pictures even include ugly and funny faces being pulled at the camera. Even so, the final picture looks incredibly tame and sweet in comparison. It is a selfie of all five of them with Stephen squeezed into the middle of the frame, surrounded on nearly all sides by the girls’ bright smiles. FRIDAY leaves that photo up for Stephen to admire, and even Tony drops his teasing aura to give the sorcerer a moment to enjoy his memories.*

Tony: Sure looks like you met some good people. *He has finally stopped looking at Stephen, staring instead at the sweet picture with a sincere smile.*

*Stephen’s expression has gone from dread and exasperation to more of a gentle, reminiscent smile.*  

Stephen:  Yeah.  They are.  I can’t really be mad at them for this.  They literally risked their lives and even faced interdimensional entities to try and help me.  *He looks at the picture for a bit longer before getting back to business.*  So, you mentioned a potential breakthrough with the phone earlier…?

Tony: Oh yeah. That new spell you and Wong tried on it seems to have done it. Still bothers me to hell and back that I have no idea what that dimensional energy even is. *He scoffs in annoyance and pushes himself off the workbench with a roll of his eyes* FRI? Lift the privacy mode. Super secret wizard files won’t be displayed again. *He moves to the little food station shoved into a corner of the lab, where he fiddles with the coffee maker until a secret compartment pops up. He extracts Stephen’s USB from it, and turns to hand it over to Stephen* Here. I’d keep that far away from Wong if I were you.

*Stephen accepts the USB drive and tucks it into his pocket for now.*  

Stephen (back to his old self):  Thanks.  *He gives a grateful nod before narrowing his eyes suspiciously.*  So, how many copies of those files did you make?  *He curls his lip, knowingly.*

Tony: *He reels back, a hand pressed to his chest purely for show* Your lack of trust in me is absolutely appalling. What kind of tech genius do you take me for? That’s obviously the only physical copy in existence. In this universe, at the very least.

Stephen:  Mhm…A pot-stirring kind.  One with plenty of cloud storage for electronic copies waiting to be sent.  Don’t even think about it.

Tony: *His lips twitch in amusement, holding back a smile* Cloud storage, he says. This is why monk wizards should not have state secrets. FRI?

FRIDAY: A single digital copy of the file has been made and saved in Mr. Stark’s personal server. It is heavily encrypted with a code Boss programmed himself, and the files have been locked against any online uploads or physical downloads.

Tony: *He puts his hands on his hips, quite proud of himself* There you have it. No one but me can access them, and even if they did there was nothing they could do with them. I could easily change that though, so keep an eye on your phone. I’ll text you the specifics of my first wish, Jeannie, dear.

*Stephen makes an irritated noise.*

Stephen (exasperated):  Besides…that…When is a good time to test the phone?

Tony: How about this weekend? Say…Sunday? Peter’s coming over again, and he made me promise I wouldn’t test it without him here. Cap should be back with Nat from Wakanda on Friday night anyway. Guy’s engaged with the storyline as if it was a soap opera, so you might want to save yourself the bother of being hounded for another briefing.

Stephen:  *Giving Tony a weird look at the soap opera remark.*  That, I can do.  Should be free after checking the wards on the Sanctum.

*When the weekend comes, Stephen joins Tony, Peter, Steve, and Bruce at the lab they claimed for themselves in Avengers Campus while they worked on this project together. Bruce usually only popped in for short periods of time to give his input on the different energies they could experiment with to make Stephen’s phone work again, but he made sure to come see what happens with the interdimensional cell phone now that they are ready to test it.*

Stephen:  Okay.  I’ve let Wong know what we’re doing and he wants to keep posted on any updates.  Thanks for joining us, Bruce.  How are you feeling?  It’s been a while.  

Bruce (calm and amiable):  Alright.  I’m just curious to see how well this works and observe the properties of the other universe.

Peter: *He stands next to where Tony is sitting on a stool. He’s nearly vibrating in excitement as he stares down at the phone on the workbench* I think it’s going to work. It should work. I mean, Tony and I got the battery working again, and then Doctor Strange and Wong seem to finally nail the spell they created together.

Tony: Well, there’s only one way to find out. *He reaches over to push the phone in Stephen’s direction, silently urging him to turn it on*

*Stephen pushes and holds the “On” button and the phone activates.  Everyone waits in tense silence, holding their breath as the phone’s screen lights up and the little bars at the top desperately search for signal. After a few seconds, they stop in a complete set of solid white bars, and the first chime of a notification is the first sign of their success.*

Peter: Yes! *He pumps his fist in the air and instantly turns to high five Tony, who is smiling as widely as he is.*

*Another notification ping from the phone interrupts them, followed by another, and another. Stephen’s eyes widen slightly as the screen suddenly floods with a wall of notifications. There is a large backlog of text messages from the group.*

Various texts:

“Test”

“Hi, Stephen!  Can you see this?  We know you’re busy, but please reply with a simple “yes” if you’re there.”

“Erm…We think there’s some leftover magic here still.  Some weird stuff is happening.” 

Articles texted:  

“Glowing Baby Born in China, Experts Baffled”

“New Genes with Unknown Origin Discovered”

“Populations of Extinct Animal Species Re-Discovered”

“Cryptid Sightings Rising, Mass Hysteria Blamed”

“Russian Oligarch Dragged off of Yacht, Killed by Mermaids”

“Mothman Attracted to Headlights, Steals Car”

“Florida Man Swallowed Whole by Megalodon, Massive Prehistoric Shark Dies of Drug Overdose”

More texts:

“It’s starting to get bad.  Please help if you can.  We know these texts aren’t going through, but we have to try.”

 “We have a problem.  If you ever get this message, please help.”

*The last one is a blurry picture of a Chupacabra, teeth on full display outside of a tent.  The only text with the image is “HELP”.*

*Stephen’s eyes get wider with concern.*

Stephen (quietly):  Oh shit…

Bruce: (concerned): What’s wrong? Did it work?

Stephen:  Yes, but the rifts in their universe got bigger and now they’re being flooded with interdimensional energy.  It’s pure chaos.  *He shows them the articles and pic.*  This is my fault.  I have to get over there and fix it.  *He texts Wong to update him on what’s going on so the older sorcerer can help him get back in case he gets stranded again.  Then, he gets ready to go it alone.*  

Steve:  Wait!  This is an entire other universe getting flooded with energy from our universe, right?  That’s a job for a team.  We’re coming with you.

Stephen (stubborn):  It’s my mess, Steve.  My responsibility.  

*Wong portals in.*

Wong:  Exactly. So, you will take responsibility and resolve this properly with your team.

*Stephen deflates slightly, having been called out.*

Bruce: I will hold down the fort here. Their world doesn’t need a Hulk in it and you don’t have to worry about taking multiple Avengers with you.

Steve:  I’ll let the others know what’s going on.  Stay put for a minute.  *He runs to go tell Natasha, Vision, Clint, and Scott what’s happening.  Sam is unavailable due to an ongoing mission with Bucky while Thor is busy being King in New Asgard.*

Peter: I’ll be going too! As I’m sure you recall, I make excellent back-up.

Tony: *He immediately jerks his stool around to face Peter, face gone completely pale.* What? Absolutely not. Your aunt would kill me.

Peter: But Mr. Stark, the people in that world don’t have heroes to protect them! Dr. Banner is right, we’ll need a discreet team. Spider-Man is perfect for the job!

Tony: I don’t care! Didn’t you learn anything last time? I can’t… *He bites back the words “protect you in a different universe.” Peter grits his teeth and looks away, stubbornly crossing his arms over his chest. Tony looks at the other Avengers for help.*

Bruce: Why don’t you compromise? Peter gets to go but you go as well. Who knows what technical issues they’re having over there that they might need help with and a suit of armor sounds more…grounded compared to the rest of us.

*Tony turns to Bruce, brown eyes wide and nearly pleading. He really doesn’t want to go on another mission into the unknown. He doesn’t want to leave his universe. He likes his universe! Likes it so much he gave his right arm for it, in fact.*

Stephen (to Peter):  As long as you don’t go off on your own, kid.  Stay within at least one of our lines of sight.  Deal?

*Stephen doesn’t like any of this, but he figures that since Peter was involved with the Thanos debacle before and several other crises, he’s pretty much a fully-fledged member of the Avengers anyway.  He’s still protective of Peter, but the kid’s growing up quickly and given the collective trauma that they’ve all been through, they should have each others’ backs.*

Peter: *His head snaps toward Stephen, and he gives him a bright grin* Yes! Deal. I promise.

*Tony turns to send Stephen a betrayed look.*

Bruce: Tony, you don’t even have to be gone that long. Stop the major stuff and set up something to help them learn to protect themselves then come home. Wong and Stephen know how to get back and forth between the two universes now plus think of all of the data you collect not only while you travel but in a different universe completely!

Peter: *Hesitantly* Mr. Stark…you know you don’t have to come. You could stay behind with Dr. Banner. We can replicate our work on Doctor Strange’s cellphone on all of our communication devices, and…and I could take all the samples you told me to.

*Tony looked even more crestfallen as Peter spoke. Probably everyone in the lab knew that would never work. He shifted his attention back to the two sorcerers, wondering and gauging if he was willing to put his life and Peter’s in their hands again. It annoyed him that his answer was a confident “yes.”*

Tony: Pete, I know you only want to go there for bragging rights about Star Wars. I cannot in good conscience throw you at Strange with no babysitter.

Peter: *His mouth drops open, offended* Who says I need…? I’m nineteen!

Tony: Exactly. *He puts up his fingers to count* Can’t vote. Can’t drink. I’m going. *The moment the words leave his mouth, he slumps on the workbench and runs a hand down his face tiredly* Pepper’s going to kill me.

*Captain America runs back in with the other Avengers in tow.*

Natasha:  Hey. Steve filled us in. I’ll help hold the fort with Bruce.  I doubt you guys need a spy.

Clint:  Same.  The campus shouldn’t be left unguarded.

Vision:  I shall ensure the smooth operation of Dr. Banner’s equipment by patching myself into the system.

Scott: I’ll go. You guys could use someone who can get into small spaces undetected.

Clint: No Hope then?  

Scott: No, she’s on vacation with her folks…Hank’s gonna kill me for taking his suit again, though. 

Stephen:  Okay.  Looks like we have our away team.  *He turns to Wong*  Happy?

Wong: Very.

Stephen: We should go.  *He opens a large portal to our universe for the group of heroes to go through.  He can already notice that it looks and feels…different there.*

***To be continued***

#doctor strange fanfiction #doctor strange #doctor strange meta fic #doctor stephen strange #dr stephen strange #stephen strange #multi author #avengers #the avengers #tony stark #peter parker #wong #bruce banner #scott lang #ant man #hulk #captain america #steve rogers #marvel #marvel fanfiction #spiderman

[elle-smells]

HE DID WHAT

*prétends to be shocked*

#ok but when I saw it for the first time I had your exact same reaction #like SIR #no #you're an evak remake #evaks don't break up #did you not ge the memo?? #mari watches skamit

[cognitosclowns]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!! Any The Gang x reader valentines stuff?

YEAYEAYEA OFC I CAN!! HAPPY VALENTINE’S!!!!!

ALL SFW!! (brief existential/immortality stuff w/ Myc!!)

EEEHEHEHEHE <3333

BRETT

YOU KNOW HE GOES ALL OUT <3333333 COME ONNNN

He just <333 he gives me the vibe of smb who goes absolutely batshit for every holiday, AND he's such a naturally loving guy??? dear god valentines day is gonna be so cute??

 its a lot more like valentines week

BECAUSE,,,, he always gets a lot of ideas of stuff he wants to do, and he can never choose because they're all so good, so he ends up doing all of em??

<33333 he always wakes you up w/ breakfast anyways, but during the valentines season its SPECIFICALLY super cute breakfasts?? Like,, pancakes in the shape of hearts? eggs in the shape of lips? Scones and raspberry butter with lil heart sprinkles in it???? OUGHE its so cute

he has a tradition of giving,, multi-part gifts that all have a theme for the final gift? ( ex: all apple-themed things, the final gift is running around an apple orchard)

<33333 he tries to be subtle but usually you end up figuring it out smndsmd. even if you do, you aren’t gonna say anything bc <3333 he’s having so much fun smdnsd

REAGAN

tbh she struggles with gift giving? she feels like she isnt supposed to give you a gift unless,, its a special occasion? and what kind of gift is TOO much for a

VALENTINES IS KINDA HER NO-HOLDS-BARRED KINDA HOLIDAY <3 where she doesn’t need to worry about making something TOO sappy or too big

OKAY BUT SHE ABSOLUTELY WRITES DOWN EVERY LITTLE THING YOU’VE EVER MENTIONED YOU’VE WANTED 

LIKE <333 just this giant folder w/ photos and memos and half-legible scribbles?? <333 its her own little way of easing her mind when it comes to thinking of smth nice to get you!!

SO OFC,,, SHE ENDS UP STRUGGLING TO CHOOSE JUST ONE. 

<33 this means you usually end up getting,,, Care Boxes?? Absolutely jam packed w/ stuff because she kept thinking it wasn’t enough <3

OH <333 her ideal date is a nap. genuinely if you just surprise her w/ ‘oh i cleared your schedule, wanna cozy up on the couch and slip into a coma?’ she will <3333333333333333333

GIGI

<3333 OH expect to be positively hounded with notes <333

SHE HIDES EM EVERYWHERE DURING THE 13TH FOR YOU TO DESCOVER ON YOUR OWN!!!! little compliments, things she loves about you, lovey-dovey little thoughts shes had about you <3

You absolutely won't find all of them on valentines day, so <333 sometimes you'll get little surprises during the weeks after. It's extremely cute

OH <333 you'd expect something super big and fancy but she much prefers <3333 smth small and personal. It's easy to do smth super big and bright but,, <333 she likes to take the time to set up smth cute

IDEALLY??? A little weekend getaway to her cottage up north <333 its a little chilly but you two aren't going anywhere!!!

It's really nice <33 it reminds her of a simpler time where she didn't have quite so much to worry about smnsd. Sometimes she kinda misses having a normal life <3

JUST <333 all cozied up by the fireplace, giggling about nothing in particular and sipping cocoa <3333 oughghe <3333

GLENN

HE,,,, probably doesn’t really celebrate valentines? i have the feeling that he sees himself as,, ‘Too Mature’ for it, etc, etc. Valentines was never really a thing his parents did growing up, its not smth him and his ex-wife did?

THIS MEANS THAT IF YOU DO SMTH SPECIAL FOR HIM IT WILL THROW HIM FOR AN ABSOLUTE LOOP <333

doesn’t even need to be smth big <333 a simple dinner-date and some new cufflinks and he’s gonna be putty in your hands <3333

OH AND,, if you bring him flowers he’ll 10000% gonna huff about how its such a Girly Gift, etc... but there’s also no way in hell he’s gonna throw em out. 

he might even snip them when they start wilting, and leave them by his windowsill so they can dry out and preserve <333 for all his hemming and hawing, he really does appreciate the gesture <333 oughghgeouehe

ANDRE

he isn’t really the type for Grant gestures? He likes little stuff <333 just,, stuff he knows you like. Making your favorite dinner, or a few cases of your favorite drink - some little stuff to show he cares, and make the day a bit more special!!

THIS GUY USED TO WRITE POETRY BABYYYYYYYYYYY <333333

oH he is wayyyyy too nervous to read it out loud or,, even be in the room while you read it but <333 expect a little letter on your bedside while he’s in the shower.

PLEASE <33 PLEASE TELL HIM HOW MUCH YOU LOVED IT. HE’LL GET SO ROSY. YOU’LL GET SUCH A BRIGHT SMILE OUTTA HIM.

OH <3333 and what y’all do with your day is entirely dependent on you!!!

Because yeah ofc you two could go to a Rave or,, some assorted wacky shenanigans and he’d love that BUT <33 IF YOU’D RATHER STAY IN W/ TAKEOUT AND CHEESY MOVIES THEN HE’D ALSO LOVE THAT?? He’s extremely pliable 

<3 tbh as long as he’s with you he doesn’t really care!!

MYC

‘you wouldn’t have anything to do with the wad of cash that mysteriously appeared on my desk this morning?’

‘How dare you imply I care about you ;)’

‘mhm <3′

YEAH HE <333 isn’t really the sort for mushy gifts - he’s much more practical? Also his,, concept of time is kinda skewed? He’s been around for so long!! He knows that most gifts get tossed or eventually lose their use, and he doesn’t see the point of getting you smth Sappy Just Because It’s Expected?

like sure he COULD get you some super expensive glitzy necklace but,,,,,,

MONEY THOUGH??? Nah that shits always gonna be useful and appreciated!!

(ALSO ALL OF THIS MEANS,, the rare GIFT gifts he gets you are,, surprisingly thoughtful?? Its stuff you’re gonna love for a really long time. It always feels super out of nowhere but <333 you never say that bc its such a lovely, unexpected surprise <33 oughghoughoughge)

JR

OH <333 YOU KNOW THIS LITTLE RICH BOY IS GONNA GO ALL OUT. Nobody is pulling him away from you <3

there’s maybe,, 3 times a year where his phone is gonna be completely off <3 AND THIS IS ONE OF EM SO HE REALLY LOOKS FORWARD TO IT <333

you always insist that,, he should keep his phone on him in case smth goes wrong but NOPE HE RARELY HAS AN EXCUSE TO BE UNPLUGGED FROM THE CHAOS OF COGNITO AND GOD DAMMIT HE’S GONNA TAKE ANY CHANCE HE CAN <333

<333 yea he’s bringing you to a fancy restaurant, we all knew that, but afterwards? The sky’s the limit.

helicopter rides are his personal favorite, because Virginia looks beautiful from up so high, but if you’re not a fan of heights then its BOAT TIME <333

YEA YOU HEARD ME RIGHT, HE HAS A DINKY LITTLE BOAT <333

‘‘‘‘dinky’’‘‘‘ its still big but not quite,, Mega Yacht levels of big?? A small staff for the kitchen + to make sure it doesn’t steer into any rocks. Something a bit more subtle and special - he rarely takes it out except for the two of you <3

SNIFFLES LOUDLY <333 having dinner near a balcony area under the light of the moon <333 the soft sound of the ocean <333 ougghhgoughe

it’s extremely sappy and he wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s exactly what you deserve <3

A.B

OH he absolutely hates valentines day. He sees it as ‘dull human nonsense’, etc, etc and will tell you as much.

HOWEVER,,

‘you didn’t get me anything then?’

‘what? of course I did. do you think so little of me? ;)’

yeah he’s a hypocrite but honestly what’d you expect <333 cause sure, Valentines Day is mostly just another opportunity for companies to make money BUT <3 that doesn’t mean he can’t use it as an excuse

besides, he’s a hopeless romantic at heart <3 and yeah, the heart-shaped candies are kinda cute. Sue him.

OH <333 he enlists Gigi’s help in actually,, setting stuff up, since he’s currently in Tube Jail and unable to buy stuff for you </3 they make the basement area all cozy w/ a bunch of pillows and blankets so you can sleep down there <3 ouguughgoughhee

ALSO,, HE STAYS ON EXTRA GOOD BEHAVIOR TO TRY AND CONVINCE REAGAN TO GIVE HIM THE RESOURCES TO MAKE YOU SMTH NICE. 

It’s a 20/80 on whether or not it works.

IF IT DOES??? <333 a little bracelet/ring made using some of his metal, probably engraved w/ your initials? <33333

some part of him distantly hates that he can’t,,,,,, take you anywhere. or hand you the gift himself. or give you a kiss. >:(

BUT ALSO <333 he can appreciate just having you near him <333 for now that will be enough

SORRY THIS GOT KINDA LONG BUT I WANTED TO GIVE EVERYONE SOME ATTENTION <3333 HAPPY VALENTINES, LOVE YOU ALL BUNCHES

#sfw #brett hand #brett hand x reader #reagan ridley #reagan ridley x reader #gigi thompson #gigi thompson x reader #andre lee #andre lee x reader #myc #magic myc #myc x reader #magic myc x reader #jr scheimpough #jr scheimpough x reader #inside job #alpha-beta #robotus alpha-beta #alpha-beta x reader #robotus alpha-beta x reader #LMK IF YOU HAD SMTH ELSE IN MIND!!!! I didnt want to let this get too long smndsd #*chaining myself to the wall* i will NOT make AB's section super long. i will NOT make- #every time i do a group ask its a testament to my self control #except that one ma.stur.bation hc post but we don't talk about that- #MNSMDNS ANYWAYS YEA <333 HAVE A GOOD DAY TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES #tw existentialism #tw immortality #OUGHE #<33333 i love them all so dearly #SNIFFLES i think every day about AB making a ring outta his own metal to gift his s/o. it plagues my every thought <333 oughghghoughgoughe

[blissfulalchemist]

Catlina Rojas - 10/26/1992

“Jax and I even found a karaoke machine,” he whispered, laughing as her hands moved under his shirt, fingers playing with the edge of his jeans, “Got it all set up too.”

She gasped, “Karakoke?! There’s karakoke tonight?” Theo nodded once more, “I LOVE karaoke!” Mary May handed over another drink cat taking hold of it, “Thank you Mary May. Did you hear?!”

“No darlin’, seems I missed the memo,” the woman responded leaning on the bar amused, “What’s happenin’?”

“There’s gonna be karaoke tonigh’ cause my hubby loves me sooo much,” Cat slurred, her free hand running through Theo’s dark hair, “Isn’ that awesome! People can sin’ their favorite songs! And e’eryone else ge’s to haf fun with them!”

“That does sound like a fun time,” Mary May laughed, “If it slows down I might join you for a song or two.”

Cat smiled looking up at Theo, “You hear that! She gonna join me for a song cause it’s my birthday!”

excerpt from this piece

#catlina rojas oc #my moodboards #salvations two paths #drunk cat #look it was a fun piece and its canon so it will be used a lot and I apologize

[vassar177]

Hi! I don't remember if I did sent you another prompt or something like that, but I wanted to know if you can do something like "Let's just stay here for a moment longer, I'm not ready to deal with any brats today." Or something like that. (Plus, thank you for your writing! It never fails to make me and my sibling happy!!) Have a good day!!! ❤❤❤❤❤

This is the only prompt I’ve received from you so you’re all good! 

I’m glad that my writing makes you and your sibling happy, although I can’t really imagine sharing fanfic with one of my siblings lol you guys must be close. Thank you for sending in the prompt! It was a joy to write so I hope you like it.

Just a Moment - Mingcheng

The sound of an alarm blares and Jiang Cheng blindly reaches out, slapping the nightstand several times. He hears a groan come from behind him. 

The persistent beep beep beep continues.

Arms tighten around his waist and a head pushes further in the space between his neck and shoulder. He hears another groan, more like a whine this time, “I know, I know,” he says, sleep still slurring his words, “gimme a minute.”

Jiang Cheng decides it would probably be easier to find his phone if he could actually see, so he begins the arduous task of opening his eyes. It’s harder than he wants it to be, but the blaring sirens coming from his phone have become a decent enough annoyance that he’s motivated to complete the task.

He lifts his head up slightly, looking towards where his arm has been reaching out towards and he comes to a realization. His phone’s screen is black. “Mingjue.”

An unintelligible grunt is all he receives as a response. 

Jiang Cheng pats the arm around his waist, “Mingjue.” Another grunt, the sirens persist. He closes his eyes again and sighs. “Ming-ge, it’s not my phone. You need to turn off the alarm.” The bulk behind him remains suspiciously quiet. “Don’t even try it.” 

He’s squeezed lightly once more before finally being released. 

Jiang Cheng feels the bed shift as Nie Mingjue lets go of him and reaches over to turn off the alarm. The alarm that’s been going off for the past 10 minutes, nonstop. He shifts onto his side and cracks open an eye, watches as Nie Mingjue groggily fiddles with his phone. 

“I told you we should just set the alarm on your phone,” Nie MInjue grumbles when he finally turns the thing off and places it to the side. Jiang Cheng doesn’t feel like responding to that, so he lifts the arm he isn’t resting his head on and waits for his silent request to be granted instead. 

Nie Mingjue smiles when he sees him, a soft, gentle thing, and moves in closer, sliding his arms around Jiang Cheng’s middle, and nuzzling against his neck. Jiang Cheng exhales through his nose in contentment, quickly melting into his lover's presence. 

Nie Mingjue places a few kisses along the side of his neck, nipping slightly here and there, and landing a firmer one right behind his ear, scraping his teeth lightly. Jiang Cheng shivers and feels Nie Mingjue smirk against his neck. A hand slides down to grip at the back of his thigh, and then suddenly he’s being moved. 

Jiang Cheng really shouldn’t be surprised when Nie Mingjue rolls onto his back, dragging him along in the motion, but it still startles him in his sleep muddled state. 

His arms clutch onto shoulders for support, legs falling to straddle Nie Mingjue’s hips. Jiang Cheng stares wide-eyed into the smug face of his lover. 

“Morning.”

Once Jiang Cheng’s brain catches up with the rest of the world, his nose scrunches, eyebrows pulling inward. For someone who was so reluctant to get up, Nie Mingjue sure looks lively. Jiang Cheng’s isn’t awake enough yet to deal with an excitable Nie Mingjue, he drops his head onto his lover’s chest. 

Nie Mingjue gets the memo and lets him just lie there, let’s them just be, for a few moments, slowly running a hand up and down his back. They stay there for what could be seconds, or hours. However long it is, it’s long enough for Jiang Cheng to fully wake up. “...morning,” he finally mumbles. 

“Longer?”

Jiang Cheng shakes his head, although the action comes across more like rubbing his forehead against Nie Mingjue’s chest than an actual head shake. He rises up, settles himself on Nie Mingjue’s stomach, and looks down at him. 

On some mornings, Jiang Cheng is scared to see the face that stares back at him; scared to see unconditional adoration that he feels unfit for. To feel it in the way Nie Mingjue rubs little circles into his hips. 

Today is not one of those mornings. 

Jiang Cheng simply basks in a love he had never expected to obtain. “Morning,” he says firmer than before, but low enough that he doesn’t break the warmth and peace surrounding them. In just that single word, he tries to express even a fraction of the overwhelming love he has for the man below him. 

And he is lucky, he is so damn lucky, that Nie Mingjue recognizes what he’s trying to convey. Verbally expressing his emotions has always been difficult for him, but Nie Mingjue gets it. He gets it, and Jiang Cheng gets him in return.   

He hates that this moment needs to end, but he looks towards Nie Mingjue’s forgotten phone and sees 8:15 AM lighting up the display. “We should start getting ready.” Nie Mingjue hums in agreement.

Neither of them moves. 

“Really...you know how my mother feels about being punctual.”

“Of course I do, but Cheng’er,” Jiang Cheng looks back down and sees Nie Mingjue’s eyebrow raised in amusement, “you’re sitting on me.”

Jiang Cheng scoffs at that, “Of course I am, but you’re the one holding my waist. Obviously, I can’t move.”

Nie Mingjue nods sagely at that, playing along. “Obviously.”

“...”

“...” 

They make the mistake of making eye contact with each other. The scene breaks.

Nie Mingjue snorts and Jiang Cheng doubles over in laughter. 

It’s not even that funny, but it’s one of those mornings when everything is tinted rose, just a bit softer. Just a bit happier. 

Somehow, during Jiang Cheng’s laughing fit, he ends up back on the bed, facing Nie Mingjue.

When he’s no longer chuckling every five seconds, breathing steadied, Jiang Cheng spreads his palms against a broad chest and slowly slides them up until his fingers are tangled in the short hairs at Nie Mingjue’s neck. He leans up and brushes his lips first over Nie Mingjue’s nose, then more firmly against his lips, morning breath be damned. It can barely be called a kiss, he’s smiling too hard and Nie Mingjue keeps giggling, but it’s fine. It’s warm.

They spend a few moments like that, just pressing their lips against one another. When they finally part, Jiang Cheng looks Nie Mingjue in the eyes, ocean blue locked on earthy brown.

“I call dibs on the shower,” Jiang Cheng says before bolting out of the bed, laughing along the way. He can hear Nie Mingjue’s groan as he shuts the door. 

+++

Nie Mingjue is in the middle of preparing breakfast when he hears the bathroom door open. 

Light footsteps pad towards him and he sees Jiang Cheng’s head pop out next to his arm, leaning over slightly to look into the pan. His hair is still wet, hanging low and gently framing his face; he smells of fresh rains.

Jiang Cheng looks up at him and asks, “Breakfast?”  

A nod. “Breakfast.” 

“Coffee?”

“Coffee.”

Jiang Cheng lightly squeezes Nie Mingjue’s side, presses a kiss to his shoulder, and goes over to make them both their preferred beverages while Nie Mingjue continues working at the stove.

Nie Mingjue isn’t the best cook, not nearly as good as Jiang Cheng, and miles away from Jiang Yanli’s level, but he’s been told that he’s better than both Wei Wuxian and Jin Zixuan, so he figures he’s pretty average. 

He doesn’t particularly enjoy cooking, doesn’t really understand what Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli are talking about when they refer to it as “stress relief,” but he does enjoy the way Jiang Cheng eats food, so he’s taken it upon himself to expand his repertoire a bit. 

He finishes up the eggs, adding extra pepper and chili oil to Jiang Cheng’s batch because he’s learned that whatever he thinks is enough, is definitely not. He quickly warms up the bread and plates everything accordingly, adding fewer vegetables to his own plate. It’s a light and simple breakfast today.  

By the time he’s done, Jiang Cheng has already set the table and is finishing up the coffee. Nie Mingjue appreciates the fact that Jiang Cheng knows his preferred blends and ratios at this point. Most people take him for an all-black no sugar kinda guy, most people are wrong. 

They eat in relative silence, but Nie Mingjue finds it comfortable. They’re usually too busy to eat together in the mornings, or they’re on different schedules and pass each other like ships in the night. But on mornings like this, when they have a moment to themselves, Nie Mingjue relishes the peace and uses the time to observe his younger lover.

Jiang Cheng thinks he’s hard to read, but to Nie Mingjue he’s always been rather expressive, especially when eating food. Little mannerisms appearing here and there, different sounds escaping his lips when given an especially delicious meal. Just a few of the hundreds of idiosyncrasies that make Jiang Cheng “Cheng’er.” Nie Mingjue loves them all.  

It’s the way his eyes brighten and his lips quirk into a small smile that Nie Mingjue knows today’s meal, although small and simple, was a success.

By the time Nie Mingjue finishes, Jiang Cheng is nursing a quickly diminishing second cup of coffee. He quickly glances at the clock on the microwave, 9:00 AM. If they want to make good time, they’ll have to leave around ten. 

He rises from his seat, “I’m gonna go shower, you got the dishes?” Jiang Cheng looks up from where he was staring into his mug, deep in thought, and Nie Mingjue can see the question register on his face.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, sure. Make sure to dress decent.” Nie Mingjue scoffs.

“Don’t I always,” he asks, and Jiang Cheng makes a face that shows exactly how he feels about that statement. “Okay, okay, fine,” he leans over and presses a kiss to Jiang Cheng’s temple, “I’ll make sure to wear my best athletic wear,” he says with a snicker. 

Jiang Cheng stands up quickly, almost knocking Nie Mingjue over, the chair sliding behind him, and begins walking towards the bedroom, “I’m gonna go pick something out.”

Nie Mingjue stands there in disbelief for a moment before he calls out, “Not the khakis, anything but the khakis!”

“Who do you take me for,” is the yelled response he gets from the bedroom. 

With that settled, maybe he’ll steal some of Jiang Cheng’s fancy conditioner today.  

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Jiang Cheng’s family house is a decent distance away from where he lives with Nie Mingjue. 

They had chosen an apartment that was in between both of their workplaces so mornings were easier, but family visits meant a four-hour round trip. Jiang Cheng doesn’t know if this fact is reassuring or unnerving. 

His family can be a bit...much. At the best of times. So while he appreciates the distance between them, going home is always anxiety-inducing and the longer the drive, the longer it builds. 

Jiang Cheng checks the time. 11:13 AM.

They’re more than halfway there at this point, and Jiang Cheng is beginning to regret agreeing to forsake a coveted shared day off to visit his family. Especially when the morning had started so sweetly. 

It’s not just his parents they’re going to see today, Yanli is coming with A-Ling and the Peacock, and Wei Wuxian is bringing A-Yuan and Lan Wangji.  And it’s not that Jiang Cheng’s family has never met Nie Mingjue, they’d been together for close to three years at this point and he’s met them all at various times. Just. Separately. 

All of them together is a lot, even for him. He can only hope that Wei Wuxian and the Peacock aren’t too annoying today, for everyone’s sake. 

Nie Mingjue must be able to sense his anxiety because Jiang Cheng’s hand is suddenly being held across the center console. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Nie Mingjue asks, eyes never leaving the road. 

Jiang Cheng looks down at their intertwined hands and thinks for a moment. “Promise not to judge me if I eat an entire container of ice cream when we get home?”

“Only if you promise to share,” Nie Mingjue glances at him, then releases his hand and holds out his pinky. 

Jiang Cheng once again feels an intense amount of gratitude towards Nie Mingjue for just- being there when he needs him. He links their pinkies together and places their hands back in his lap, “We should just buy two.”

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Nie Mingjue pulls into the Jiang estate and looks at the time. 

11:50 AM. It’s early. They’re early. 

They’re early, and yet they’re still the last to arrive. Nie Mingjue can see Jin Zixuan and Lan Wangji’s cars already parked. They’re early, and all Nie Mingjue wants to do is go home and get back into bed with Jiang Cheng. 

He’s perfectly fine visiting the Jiang and Co. family; enjoy watching Jiang Cheng interact with those he loves, hearing about family memories. But this was one of their rare shared days off and Nie Mingjue is suddenly faced with the reality of spending the next nine-plus hours here only to go back to work tomorrow. 

Jiang Cheng hasn’t made a move to get out of the car yet- is still holding onto his hand like a lifeline. One of them has to be the bigger person, he knows, but right now, he doesn’t want it to be him. 

He hears Jiang Cheng sigh from beside him. 

Nie Mingjue turns his head and sees his boyfriend brace himself as he lets go of his hand and reaches for the door handle. He guesses this is his cue to act like the adult he is and make his way out of the car.

Jiang Cheng is standing in front of the hood of the car when he emerges, arm outstretched waiting for him to take his hand again, and who is Nie Mingjue to refuse him? They make their way towards the entrance together, stalling as much as possible.

Nie Mingjue has to admit that the grounds of the estate are gorgeous. The surrounding environment coexists with modern architecture in a tasteful way that Nie Mingjue has rarely come across before. It’s so much better than that frigid museum the Jin’s call a home… No offense Jin Zixuan, he tacks on as an afterthought. 

Nie Mingjue is too busy looking at the new pond installations to notice they’ve made it to the door, that is until Jiang Cheng tugs on his arms and he comes face to face with it. 

Lotus motifs. Lotus motifs everywhere. 

Jiang Cheng tugs on his arm once more so he turns to him, curious to find out the reason, only to be met with an armful of Cheng’er. His arms instinctively tighten around his lover and after a moment, he buries his nose into his hair. 

“Can we just stay like this,” Jiang Cheng asks, “Just for a few moments. I don’t wanna deal with any brats just yet,” he trails off. Nie Mingjue huffs a laugh at that.

“C’mon,” he says, swaying from side to side just a bit, rocking Jiang Cheng with him, “you love your nephews.”

“I wasn’t talking about the kids, Ming-ge.”

Nie Mingjue chokes back a laugh. “I see. You think if I glare hard enough it’ll deter Wei Wuxian?”

“It didn’t work with my mother, and no offense, but she’s scarier than you,” Jiang Cheng says glumly, looking up to meet Nie Mingjue’s eyes. He’s pouting and it’s adorable.  

“None taken.” Nie Mingjue says because he’s met the woman and she’s one of the most intimidating people he’s ever met, and that includes his own mothers. “If we steal the kids…” Nie Mingjue starts and raises an eyebrow, Jiang Cheng takes a minute to consider it.

“It could work. A-Ling always latches on to me like an octopus, and if you entertain all of A-Yuan’s questions, he’ll keep you occupied,” Jiang Cheng says, slowly calculating the success of this plan. “We may be able to get a few hours out of them.”

“It’s a plan then. We go in, greet the ‘rents and your siblings, then steal the kids. Perfect.”

Jiang Cheng snorts, “Far from perfect but it’ll have to do.” 

Jiang Cheng’s hands are still clutching the fabric of Nie Mingjue’s shirt. When he looks towards the door and bites his lip, Nie Mingjue guides his face back to look at him and places a kiss on his forehead. “We got this,” he says, looking into Jiang Cheng’s eyes, hoping to reassure him, “You and me, we got this.”

Jiang Cheng nods and loosens his hold on Nie MIngjue. He grabs Nie Mingjue’s hand once more and knocks.

12:10 PM. 

“Mother, father, we’re here.”

+++

If you think WWX wasn’t spying on them and sending pics to NHS, think again. JYL convinces WWX to give them some privacy but still asks him to send the pics he took to her later.

Thank you for reading! Stay healthy!

#mingcheng #nie mingjue #jiang cheng #mdzs #tried to write #immacaria

[khazadspoon]

those prompts are all so good. 147 or 149 for any meng yao ship? XD

agshdjfg okay I was really hoping someone would say 149 for a Meng Yao ship it is just perfect. So I am trying to use both in here. From my understanding, 520 is used as a way of saying I love you in China by text or online since it sounds like wo ai ni, hence the 20th/21st of May being a sort of Valentines day in China! I learn so much when writing sometimes it is great fun. 

147. “I’m not sure how many coffees it takes to be happy, but so far, it’s not twelve.”

149. “Away you three inch fool.”

Send me a number for a fic! 

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The office was always quiet first thing in the morning. As people trickled in one by one, some rushing to stop umbrellas dripping on the carpet and others not caring, Meng Yao typed yet another placating email to some higherup with no manners. He imagined taking one of the wet umbrellas currently within arms reach and jabbing it into said higherup’s ribs as he typed. 

“I’m not sure how many coffees it takes to be happy, but so far it is definitely not twelve.”

The low and significantly fatigued voice of Nie Mingjue echoed from the cubicle next to him. He sounded, not to be impolite, like shit. Nie Mingjue was known for being strict but fair, his temper sparked easily but never without good reason, and his voice had always matched that assessment. To hear him sound sluggish was… well, it had never happened before. 

“Please tell me you didn’t actually drink twelve coffees,” he said evenly, standing to look over the partition. The small stool Lan Xichen had offered him gave him the extra height needed to do so, but no one had to know that. “If you did I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do for you.”

Nie Mingjue was hunched over his desk, folders and memos scattered about him as he rested his forehead on his keyboard. He lifted one large hand and waved half-heartedly. “Away, you three inch fool.”

Meng Yao blinked. He swallowed the laugh on his tongue and feigned upset. “Did you just insult me?” He pushed the tone high, made himself sound close to tears. 

The effect was instant - Nie Mingjue lifted his head, eyes wide and concerned at the thought of upsetting Meng Yao. Then he saw the smile on Meng Yao’s lips and growled. “You little shit.”

“Ah ah ah!” Meng Yao leaned on the partition and rested his chin on his hands. “No swearing in the workplace, you know that da-ge.”

Nie Mingjue hummed under his breath and muttered something, standing sluggishly to rest his forehead on Meng Yao’s arm. “Do you still want to get lunch today? Huaisang is bringing me something from the Szechuan place down the road,” he kissed the fabric of Meng Yao’s sleeve, the offer of lunch held out as an unneeded olive branch. 

“Of course. Do you want me to invite Xichen? He hasn’t seen you since he got back from Tianjin.”

A cough from across the floor distracted them, Nie Mingjue lifting his head to glare at whoever made the sound. He flicked his eyes back to Meng Yao and nodded. “See if he’s free.”

They sat back down, the day almost ready to begin, and Meng Yao threw a packet of painkillers over the partition, almost laughing as he heard the muttered curse and thank-you that followed. 

A message popped up on his screen a few moments later. 

What would I do without you, A-Yao?

He smiled softly to himself and sent back: Drink thirteen coffees and be rushed to hospital, I suppose. Couldn’t sleep?

There was a snort from next door. Always struggle without you. Tell me about your trip on break 520

520. Now get some work done!

 Meng Yao smiled to himself and let the rush of warm affection run through him. He sent a message to Lan Xichen and waited for the response, eager to have his found family around him again after their schedules had kept them apart.

Lunch couldn’t arrive soon enough.

#nieyao #slight hint of 3zun #meng yao #nie mingjue #the untamed #mdzs #dont even ask what this au is i dont know

[shitpostcompulsion]

Pandora's box

I feel a sense of childish freedom running through me. Let me tell you about Pandora's box = my phone's memo app

I will list some thing i wrote down (probably at 3am)

"How do you spell advantages but said like advant ayy ges" (advantageous)

"How do blind people dream"

"A story where the villain understand comedy and uses it to manipulate society" (Like joker but people actually like him)

"A story about a shapeshifter, the last of his species, but he forgot what he looks like and must go on a journey of self discovery"

"Media should be reviewd by enjoyability/10 + Craftsmenship/10" It can be well made but boring and vice versea

"Ghosts should be naked"

"Andy Warhol said geting shot felt less real than watching tv, probably because there was no character arc and badass music to denote the mood. If someone shoots me he better play badass music"

"A game where you have to actually learn the language system to use magic, dragon language from skyrim isn't it. Grammar improves spells and stuff"

"Make a buzzfeed style quiz but in reality it's a poll to harvest information e.g What your tax bracket says about your personality " Unemployed , definitely infp

"If you get your tounge split in half (like the body modification) can you say letters that were previously impossible with the inferior flat mono tongue"

"A hero that's so unlucky that he has to come ridiculously prepared questing, like he's got a potion for everything and expect the worse thing to happen every time because he knows shit will happen."

"Rick roll but rick doesn't show up" I think this is actually a thing

New idea from the last quote, "Rick roll but it's actually pickle rick rolling off into the sewers.

"Story idea where... normal guy is the hero he seems op but everyone else is just incompetent "

"Story: A boy learns a martial art style from his dojo sensei and they have a wonderful father son relationship then the dojo master dies but before he dies he tells his student that the fighting style was made up. It was never used historically or is it very effective. But the boy strives to make it works and he then becomes the strongest fighter in the tournament through sheer determination and by making tweaks to the style. "

"Politician's need theme music that's super identifiable and relates to their character and values" i think i'm part of the problem

"Warfare should be quick and efficient"

"Just put AI in charge of government" Might be quite effective and might actually make communism somewhat viable

"What music do aliens listen to, would they like our music" probably

"Pod" good name for a character from modest upbringings

"Villain who keeps doing good on accident" Not very inspired now that i look at it.

"Funny 2 panel comic: 1.) Picture of the moon, beautiful 2,) Picture of the moon through my phones camera and it looks like a blurry golf ball"

"Moto Moto workout meme photoshop thumbnail" This is verbatim and to this day makes zero sense to me

"Your days of ... are coming to a middle (insult)" I plagiarized this don't think i'm original

"Story where Adolf Hitler realizes what he did was wrong and get isekai'd back in time where he decides to become a role model for young Hitler(himself). Young Hitler even get's a Jewish girlfriend with a phat ass. Old Hitler tries to get him into art school" Big yikes. I wonder what Hitler's theme song would be though

"Isekai hero where the main character has no powers in a world of very over powered magic, but he wins battles anyway because he doesn't fuck around with flashy magic and sticks to the conventional"

There's kind of more but these are the highlights

These tags make me feel very try hard, i swear i'm not. Will i get into trouble for misleading tags. I suppose we will find out

#random #thoughts #funny texts #pandora #funny post #writing #tv #anime #interesting ideas #ideas #politics #gaming

[pettyelves]

the root of all evil; reprise

The echoes of time long passed washed against her,  eyes shut and she sank down into steaming hot water. The scent of which, like it always had been, lavender-sandalwood.

He never knocked, not for Lords or Ladies or Arbiters. He just came in and he’d been the first to be so bold as to walk straight passed her guards-- into her office and sit the fuck down like he owned the place. 

“Captain Kurel-- forgive me I do not know your surname,” she said, a soft rattle--like a snake’s tail resonating around her. “Do come in and sit down-- be a dear and shut the door.”  

“An’Diel,” he’d given, “The fuck are you?”

No one ever talked to her the way he did. And eventually he had found himself matched in that regard.

It began with another woman’s name, a name that they had both moved on from. Eilithe moved her finger slowly along the side of the bath as though she moved a piece on a board. They sacrificed pieces, they did not play safely, nor with the intent to lose. Each move had been a carefully placed shot, an endless check but never checkmate. But how easy it was to turn away from their game and attack as one against some poor fool who angered them both.

The first had been the Wolf Queen.

"A gross betrayal." He had repeated only that one line from the entire letter and the rage could almost be seen wafting from off his skin. "I barely have the time to run my own Por'. I leave a man thousands of miles away to run my brothel-- do you believe tha' wha' I wan' is to ursurp you an' take everythin tha' is yours. Because I jus' simply wan' to? If I did, why... why would I wai' this lon' or even longer from now if'n tha' was my en' game?" 

“And we drove them out,” Eilithe spoke it aloud from her bath, as though she was retelling a long forgotten story to someone that sat in the corner of the room. Her particular nostalgia was brought by nothing less than three words. It was more than that-- it was the way he chased after her now when she needed him to, it was little snorts and chuckles, it was his name, and tradition. 

If they was a way to let it go, she would have long ago.

She wanted to go back over each memory as though she could touch it with her fingertips. Pick apart when she first felt the twist in her stomach and the kick in her chest. That night outside of Sunspire, still married to her daughter’s father, she had felt something. Whether it was fear, or wonder, or terror, excitement- was no more clear to her now than it had been then.

It was the only moment ever-- and never again after that Eilithe thought he would hit her. He wasn’t even angry at her, but his fist had come squarely into the wall so deeply that he’d gone bicep deep into the drywall.It stole her breath.

Instead of her rage, which he might have wanted that day, he got her kindness. “I need you around, Kurel An’Diel.”

“I still do,” she rasped out. Her head thunked back against the rim as though it was too heavy to withstand the pressure brought on by the many years spent together. 

"Take off your clothes an' ge' in."

She had come home from doing what had to be done to find Kurel stark naked in her bath-- the most luxurious thing she, at the time, owned. And he had convinced her down to nearly nothing to crawl in that bath with him.

“That night,” she decided was when she understood she had a weakness for Kurel An’Diel. That she had come to love Kurel An’Diel. 

“What do you want-- out of this game you’re playing, Kurel?”

“Nothing.”

She has told him to try again and he had answered that he wanted to distract her for her to trust him. 

"Wha' I do know is tha' I'm no' leavin' an' you can either si' here with me, hunkered and recoilin' like a girl who ain't never shared the same space as a man's cock before, while puttin' up a cold war figh’ or.” It was the longest he’d talked in some time and his lungs burned from the lack of air he’d taken inbetween a number of sentences, which stalled him to breath in and out, sounding almost exasperated. “You can enjoy the momen’ for wha’ it is.” 

“My willingness to give a fuck abou’ you.”

Their beginning was but a con-- an illusion of a unified front. But that night they had both asked, and both-- in turn, avoided answering: where do we stop. They hadn’t yet and until someone succeeded in killing one or both. They likely never would. That night though, for all the baths and moments of his willingness. He hadn’t stayed, even when she asked him to.

"Before the other night I'd have answered the same as you. But you wanted me to stay... You didn't just invite me, you were attempting to lure me. I'm not convinced it's a con for you anymore and if you disagree, then I've missed a memo in the change of terms."

"I don't think it is just a con for you either." She had answered him on the exhale from a cigarette.

The grand finale, or what had perhaps seemed like such:

“I shoul’ go.” “And if you don’t?” "The risk doesn't ou' weigh' the benefi'.

How uncertain he had seemed to her in that moment. The way he lifted her up and sat her on the kitchen table. Calloused hands that were gentle to her-- careful with her feelings when it mattered. 

His lips were dry and verging on cracked when he positioned himself  between her legs to kiss with tenderness against the mark on her forehead."You haven't seen me a' my wors'." He spoke against her forehead. "An' I hope you never do."

But she did see the worst of him, and the very best-- in glimmers of each.

He had made for the door but against her better judgement, she had slithered through the shadows and appeared out in front of him. She told him you have yet to see all of me and pressed gently onto her toes. The kiss to the corner of his lips was chaste but it was long, and that was the first time she had left a secret I love you, before she left him at the door. 

That night he did not go. No, that night he crept down the hall and opened her bedroom door. They had stared-- for sometime until he came slowly, to ball his fist in her gown. 

"There are no permissions. We take. What we want. When we need. For no other reasons, than our own satisfactions for whatever vice, desire or cure. There are no boundaries. There are no off-limits and there are no rules."

There were no rules.

She had gone over the beginning, not every piece-- not every moment, but each that pulled at her heart, now, years later. Chin barely out of the water she listened to the quieter mutterings of her own mind.  That’s not what’s weighing you. What about Kelliann? What about tradition? What about his name?

“No,” she said quietly, a breath across the bath. “It isn’t just that.” Something is different.

He had her pinned against the balcony and Eilithe recalled that there was a small and healthy amount of surprise in her that he forced her in the direction he wanted. Look out over the harbor. Over your people.

Against her ear, he said it with such a forceful breath she had felt it shift her hair.

“You. Are owned by no one." 

 An hour before, on the bridge between Old Town and the Dwarven District, Kurel had-- for the second time in one night,  come after her. He reminded her, for all the tightness in her throat and in her chest.  “You’re Eiolnwy’s shelter, an’ Karkah’s, an’ Threshads...an’ mine.”  Their foreheads met and she was quiet with her Tanari words. “Anha zhilak yera.” I love you. 

But his answer was what left her to thinking on the bridge. “Yer hash anni”

You are mine.

[ @kurel-andiel ]

#we take it all #callback

[issabias]

MONSTA X reaction to you gripping their thigh

~Masterlist~

Thank you for requesting. I did my best to mix it up a bit I hope you like it😊

~WARNINGS⚠️~ implied smut

SHOWNU

You and Hyunwoo were sitting on a bench in the park just talking and enjoying the nice day when a puppy came running up to you guys and you couldn’t help but admire how cute it was. So you crouch down to the puppy cooing at it and petting it.

You found yourself losing balance and so you place your hand on Hyunwoo’s thigh to stop you from falling down at the time you didn’t see anything wrong with it because you were so preoccupied with the dog. Hyunwoo was a little nervous considering where your hand was and so he couldn’t help but let out an awkward laugh. “Maybe we should fine it’s owner.”

WONHO

Who taught this boy to be such a tease you thought to yourself he wore the most sexiest outfit known to man and decided that it was okay to walk out the house looking like a full course snack. At first you were okay with it until you realised you were not the only one admiring his god-like body.

You and Hoseok had gone out to dinner with a couple friends and you couldn’t help but get annoyed at how the waitress was staring at Hoseok and so blatantly flirting with him knowing full well you’re his girlfriend and so you decided to put the bitch in her place. You gripped his thigh to remind him that he’s yours and state your dominance, as soon as he felt your hand on his upper thigh he tensed up a little bit but then realised what you were doing, finding it slightly amusing that your were jealous of the waitress he made sure to whisper in your ear “Don’t worry I’m all yours.” Before giving a suggestive smirk.

MINHYUK

You had to go to the hospital to get some injections done and it was something you were dreading and so you asked your boyfriend to come with you for moral support, he gladly agreed. When the time to get your injections came around you were petrified, needles are painful even though the needles aren’t in for very long it still hurts like a bitch.

Minhyuk was trying his best to keep you calm and so when the time came he offered his hand to you but as the needle went into your arm you couldn’t help but grab on to his thigh and squeeze causing him to shriek in pain. Afterwards you kept apologising not wanting to hurt him.

“It’s fine don’t worry next time I’ll remember to wear knee pads.” He laughed

KIHYUN

All night you had been trying to subtly signal to your boyfriend that you wanted some intimate time together but he somehow didn’t get the message. You had tried to be as subtle as possible not wanting to come off too strong but at this point you couldn’t be asked to wait any longer.

You decided to take a subtle yet bold approach, as you two sat on the couch you decided to just go for it, you place your hand on his thigh and grip it, hoping by now he would get the message. At first he was a little flustered but eventually got the memo “You know if that’s all you wanted you could’ve just asked.” He smirked

HYUNGWON

It was a Saturday night and you and Hyungwon had decided to just stay in doors and watch a movie together and so that’s what you did. It was nice and cosy watching the movie with Hyungwon you felt so comfortable with him.

You had happened to rest your hand on his thigh not seeing it as a big deal and carried on watching the movie. Hyungwon, however, had a mini heart attack when you placed you hand on his thigh not knowing what to do he just sat there completely still trying not to get all giddy, but eventually couldn’t help it because you were just too cute.

“Yah how could you just casually carry on watching the movie after almost killing me”

JOOHEON

You and Jooheon were at the beach trying to get some much needed down time, you thought that you and your boyfriend needed a little getaway and so the beach was perfect.

You had been lying down on the sand but decided you wanted to get up and go for a swim, considering you had been lying down for so long it was a bit of a struggle to get up and you used grabbed onto Jooheon’s thigh to prompt yourself up. He was so confused as to why you gripped his thigh that he couldn’t help but to smile nervously.

I.M

You and Changkyun decided to watch a horror movie together god knows why. This boy cannot help but scare you when you two watch scary movies but you still watched it with him nonetheless.

You two were half way through the movie and you were so scared, you felt as if a jump scare was coming up and you could feel your heart racing as main lead got closer to door “oh no don’t go there” you whispered to yourself you knew something bad was going to happen.

Just before the main lead opens the door your boyfriend decided to scream just as the killer comes and out of fear you grip his thigh digging your nails into it. You two were both screaming at this point you out of fear and him out of pain. “Let go let go let go!” He cried and you do eventually loosen your grip “how could you do that you almost gave me a heart attack!” You whined slapping him.

“You almost ripped off my leg with your dragon nails.” He cried rubbing his thigh “good!” You stuck your tounge out at him “that should teach you a lesson.

A/N —> I hope you guys enjoyed this make sure you let me know what you think. sorry I’ve been so inactive lately I’ve got exams but don’t worry after next week I will be posting more regularly because exams wil be over yayy

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#monsta x #monsta x reactions #monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #shownu #wonho #minhyuk #kihyun #hyungwon #jooheon #IM #I.M #kpop #kpop reactions

[heartslogos]

outtakes [22]

Chongyun holds his face in his hands, red from his ears to his neck. “Why didn’t you stop me?”

Xingqiu’s eyebrows raise up into his bangs. “Me? Stop you? Since when could I do that? A-Yun, you’ve forgotten how stubborn you can be when you put your mind to something. And in this case, that something was joining our good, good friend Xinyan on stage during her fan gathering and doing an impromptu dance off with her.”

Xinyan’s fingers continue to tap away on her phone. “Relax. It’s not the first time you’ve done something with me on a stage. Remember the first time you crashed one of my concerts? My offer is still open, by the way. You ever get tired of that…whatever thing you do, be my new drummer. Or my new back up dancer. I don’t have to be a solo title. I keep telling you guys. You and Yanfei can quit your jobs and we’ll be a band together. We’ll make it big time. Xingqiu can be our manager. Ideally I’d want Qing-er but she’s going to die in the Qixing buildings, old and gray and wrinkly. They’ll be cremating her and she’d still be drafting memos from beyond the grave. They’ll have to send offerings of Qixing letterhead memos and burn models of office buildings for her.”

She pauses to tilt her phone towards the pair. “My fans are you fans anyway. Look at all the glowing comments you’ve gotten, didi! They love your dancing. And they keep asking me when you’re going to be my drummer again. Xingqiu, watch out, he’s got some hard core thirsty fans out there. They haven’t forgotten that time he took off his shirt.”

Xingqiu smirks slanting a smug look at Chongyun who curls up further, practically laying his arms and face flat against his thighs as he tries to hide the flush that’s slowly creeping over every inch of skin. “Oh trust me, neither have I. And I’m sure A-yun has been trying to, but we all have those three in the morning intrusive thoughts that feature highlight reels of all the things we regret in our lives.”

“Shut up,” Chongyun says, “Please shut up.”

“Telling your dear Xingqiu and Xinyan-jie to shut up? How rude of you. I should tell your parents. I should tell Zhongli-laoshi. I should tell Xiao-ge.”

“Xiao-ge would back me up. You can’t threaten to tell on me to Zhongli-laoshi.”

“But he can threaten to tell your parents?”

Chongyun raises his head to scowl at Xinyan before he buries his face again. “Please apologize to your manager for me. Again.”

Xinyan pats his back. “I’m telling you. Don’t be sorry. My manager keeps asking me if I’ve done my best to recruit you to the entertainment industry. If you ever, ever even think about becoming an entertainer please give me a heads up. My manager would kill me if they found out that you signed with anyone else. They want first shot at you.”

“You should have stopped me, Xingqiu. Why were you just standing there and — well. You were filming, weren’t you? Give me your phone. I’m going to snap it in half and throw it into the harbor.”

“Now I’m going to report you for environmental damages,” Xingqiu replies, leaning over to rest his elbow on Chongyun’s back, letting one hand scratch at the short hairs at Chongyun’s nape. “You’re a grown man, Chongyun. If you decide that you’re going to go on a stage in front of hundreds of people and have fun with one of our dear friends I’m not going to stop you. I’m going to encourage you because you seriously need to unwind.”

Chongyun lets out a frustrated sigh.

“I wasn’t in my right mind!”

“You didn’t drink,” Xinyan points out, “You weren’t sleep deprived. You definitely weren’t high. How were you not in your right mind?”

“It was the atmosphere.”

Xinyan and Xingqiu exchange looks of matching disbelief over Chongyun’s hunched over back. Xingqiu covers his face with a hand. Xinyan rolls her eyes.

“Chongyun.” She slaps his back. Hard. She feels him jolt underneath her palm. “You’re being ridiculous. What’re you, some kind of delicate flower? You got on a stage. You and I did some fun dances. We had a good time. No one is mad at you. You didn’t make a fool of yourself. And once again my fans are begging to know what your social media handle is so they can follow you. Make a dummy account for them and never post anything. Or leave it to Xingqiu to manage. You know my followers all know that I’m friends with Xingqiu, Xiangling, Yanfei, and Keqing? They like following our posts where we talk about each other and the rest of you. Even Xiao-ge caved and made an account. He does nothing with it. I think he makes Ganyu handle it.”

“Ganyu-jie doesn’t post either though.”

“I know, because she’s always busy handling the official Qixing account. Same thing for Keqing. Keqing’s account is almost entirely about Qixing official announcements.” Xinyan rolls her eyes.

“Wait, I think Xiao-ge’s has one post on it,” Xingqiu quickly pulls out his phone to check. “A picture of the moon or something, and the caption is some old proverb. It’s got a ridiculous amount of likes.”

“Of course it does.”

“Next time someone stop me before I go do something like that!” Chongyun says. “You all know I regret it right away.” Chongyun lifts his head to glare at Xingqiu. “I stop you from doing foolish things all the time.”

“I don’t do foolish things,” Xingqiu retorts, frowning, “When do you stop me from doing foolish things? I don’t give you a chance!”

Xinyan waves her hands between the two of them. “Don’t have a lovebird spat with me in the same car as you. I don’t want to hear it. Save it for later. Anyway, we’re still a bit away from my photoshoot set. Do you guys want me to drop you off at the hotel or somewhere else? Then we can meet up again for dinner later after I’m done with more promotional stuff.”

“Can you drop me into a social media black hole?”

“Not in this century.”

“Then the hotel is fine.”

#heartsfic #genshin impact

[dragonscanbeplantstoo]

Some Tag Game

Did you all know that @magpie-memos is a BEAN and one of the coolest Tumblrians I know in real life? Truly I am blessed to know how awesome her face is! Thank you for tagging me luvlee!!!

[a]ge: An age at which I believe I’m supposed to be drinking alcohol instead of apple juice.

[b]irthplace: Camp Pendleton

[c]urrent time: Midnight ish

last [d]rink you had: Water

[e]asiest person to talk to: My therapist always and my fave @dabiyyahwrites

[f]avorite song: Pretty into MIA by Avenged Sevenfold right now

[g]rossest memory: Once I cracked a rotten egg into my bowl of cookie dough. I was pretty sad.

[h]ogwarts house: SLYTHERIN PRIDE

[i]n love? Always with many things. None a person. [j]ealous of people? Unfortunately. I’m perpetually anxious with overloads of comparative thinking so jealousy is a thing I just cannot escape.

[k]illed someone? Nah

[l]ove at first sight? No dice. Love is a long chemical and cognitive process that cannot occur in an instant.

[m]iddle name: It was going to be my first name, but it isn’t now.

[n]umber of siblings: The other eggs knew not to challenge me. There can be only one.

[o]ne wish: TO GET AN EMAIL FROM MY MAJOR GHAAAAAA

[r]easons to smile: My horse!! He’s so good!

last [s]ong sung: Whatever Katy Perry song was playing in the MGM lobby.

[t]ime you woke up: I wake up 2-3 separate times every morning.

[u]nderwear color: Whoever actually cares about my underwear collection can DM me about it.

[v]acation destination: Where there be dragons.

[w]orst habit: Hard to pick just one.

[x]-rays: I have had A LOT of MRIs. Like some docs actually won’t X ray me because I’ve been exposed to so much radiation previously.

[y]our favorite food?  Cold smoked salmon right now

[z]odiac sign: mostly Taurus

Tagging @toturnfromtimetotime, @thespooniewrites and @miawritingbooks

#tag games #alphabet #about me

[authorsdenbyorihime-may]

How I Write Baybayin (Handwriting and Straight-cut Nib Calligraphy) Subtitle: This is a freaking long-ass post so be warned now

You can read the entirety of this post as is, or you can go straight to the calligraphy portion. It’s at the end of the post (sorry dunno how to link that portion here).

Writer’s Note: First and foremost, I will advise everyone who reads this somewhat master post that I am not an authority when it comes to how baybayin is written, as what you shall be reading is just based mostly on my own experiences on how the characters are written and comparing them with other writing systems that are based on syllables rather than individual letters, like the Japanese Kana and the Korean Hangul, among others. This is because baybayin are not technically letters (individualized, can’t stand alone, only comes either as vowel or consonant but not both, you get the picture), but rather are syllables (i.e. the consonants have free vowels with them lol) that form words.

Also, as far as I know regarding how the baybayin texts are originally written pre-Hispanic colonization era, some of the written texts in the Philippines (or at least, those that survived, or I remember seeing in old history books) were written from right to left, top to bottom. This also coincides with other writing methods in some parts of Asia that also read from right to left. The technique of writing and reading from left to right may be a Western invention, in my opinion so I just did some of the strokes in the baybayin characters go from right to left, except for the straight-cut nib section. Again, I am no authority so I’m just doing what I think makes sense to me, as there is no existing ANCIENT written rules on the stroke order of the baybayin. Other people may disagree with my stroke orders here due to various reasons, but if you’re into what I did then feel free to learn from them, for free. *heart*

This author’s other notes: I won’t be elaborating the history of baybayin here because that would take around (counts how many years I spent in school) 5ever as it basically intertwines with the “current” history of the Filipino people. I put quotes on “current” because every decade or so, some written histories get re-written based on some evidences or what, and I totally respect that. It’s like in scientific papers: legit today, debunked tomorrow. And it’s completely OK, because THE MORE YOU KNOW~

Also this author’s note: I keep calling baybayin alibata, because that’s what they were called when I was a kid and how it was taught by history teachers before the process called “being politically-correct” became the norm. It’s because alibata was supposedly an incorrect term which signifies that the characters were letters based on Arabic, but apparently it wasn’t so.. Yeah. I’m just saying, so the kiddies would know. And if you’re like me who also refers to baybayin as alibata, let’s get a high-five! (Cause you’re also old, but gold =D) Some biased history FTW lol ok let’s get started.

Handwriting Alibata Baybayin Strokes with a Bamboo pen (or Ballpen, or Pencil, w/e floats your boat)

OK, before I start I would be first putting here the somewhat traditional ordering of the baybayin, which is:

A BA KA DA E GA HA I LA MA NA NGA O PA RA SA TA U WA YA

As well as the borrowed/loan syllables (which correspond to C, F, J, Ñ, Q, V, X, and Z were apparently added some 6-7 years ago, in which I didn’t get the memo x__x)

CA FA JA ÑA QA VA XA ZA

OK, now that’s out of the way, it’s time for the actual stuff. For ease of practice and recall, I’m grouping the letters based on how I write them and in turn, their forms. This would make sense as the pictures move along, don’t worry. The forms are built sequentially, I tried making that a bit obvious in the diagrams, but there are red arrows in case I wasn’t that clear. For those that only have one picture or arrows in the sequence, I would be implying that the form is built on a single stroke.

Group 1: A, MA, PA, YA, FA, JA, VA

OK, let’s start with A:

Then MA:

PA:

YA:

FA:

JA:

VA:

Group 2:  E/I (more on that later), KA, DA, HA, RA, CA, QA, XA

I’ll start with HA because it’s a foundational stroke:

E:

I looks structurally like E, but only with a vertical stroke on its hat.

It’s because originally, E and I were the same character and whether it should be read as a syllable from the E or I line depends on how the reader would read it and the dialect used in writing the words, like it’s a fill-in-the-blanks kind of thing.  It’s also the same with O and U, so if you see that part yeah they look alike. This is also the reason why revisions on writing the E-I and O-U consonants were made, but that would be for a later part. Just be patient for now. =D

Ok, moving on, we’ll go to KA:

DA:

RA:

A short note on DA and RA: In olden times, these two were only one character, and are used interchangeably based on word usage, thus for words such as doon/roon, which both mean way over there one is used for passive and one is used directly (sorry not a speech comm person). This is also the case for marami and ang dami (both meaning “there are many/there is much” but one is active and one is passive. Madami is, IMHO grammatically incorrect. But then again, I’m not a speech comm person so sorry if these are wrong. I’m just saying).

CA:

QA:

XA:

Group 3: O/U, GA, SA, ZA

Just like in E/I, O and U are also structurally similar. To make an O:

To make it a U, just put a vertical line on the right side:

GA:

SA:

ZA:

Group 4: LA, NA, TA, ÑA

I grouped this bunch based on having a downward stroke in the middle of the form. The initial strokes are written as a single stroke from left to right, like in the first group.

LA:

NA:

TA:

ÑA:

Group 5: I have no idea where to put BA, NGA, and WA so I just made a miscellaneous group lol but they deserve just as much love OK?

BA:

NGA:

WA:

How the E, I, O and U lines are written:

In writing E, I, O and U (as in the case for the example below, which is GE, GI, GO, and GU), the original positions of the additional marks (such as the vertical lines for I and U) were kept but in order to differentiate E from I and O from U, the marks were made to be further distinct. For instance, GE is basically GA which has a horizontal line above it, while GI has a dot above it. As for GO, it has a dot below and GU has a horizontal line. 

GI and GO can have either a hollowed dot like in the sample, or can also be filled like the samples below. It’s based on personal preference. Also I used G for the samples because it looks nice, fun to write, and most other examples of alibata on the internet use BA as their examples for this portion. Whoops, I meant, baybayin. XD

Vowel Killers: Invented by People who Needed It

I’m not entirely sure why vowel killer was the term used but it does tell it exactly what it does: it silences the vowels in the characters (because baybayin is composed of syllables) in order to make separate letters. It was invented by some Spanish friar who couldn’t properly write the native words because words that have consonants at the end were written incompletely. I.E. the word DOON (over there) was written as DO-O in baybayin. It was such a drag that he decided to introduce the Spanish/Latin alphabet by making baybayin characters that acted as alphabets, which is essentially killing all the vowels and leaving the consonant behind. So instead of using dots, the friar made a cross underneath the symbol which they called a kudlit (for obviously non-secular reasons), so that the words with consonant ends can be written and read as they were. As per the revision that was instated a few years ago, in order to make the baybayin a bit more secular, more forms of the vowel killers were made, which in my opinion look better than the original kudlit, because they look more organic with the forms.

As you can see in the pic of the letter G above, the first on the left is the original kudlit, which is shaped like a cross. The next one has an X, or sinawali (it’s literally based on the patterns of hard, woven rattan walls called sawali which look like X’s), the next one is called a kawil (sorry dunno where that came from) and the right-most one has a pamudpod (which may have come from the word “pudpod/pudpud” literally meaning grinding or repeatedly striking something on a hard surface or on a whetting stone till it disappears or becomes flat/dull, so pamudpod is the surface that makes the item pudpod like a used pencil or eraser. Do I even make sense anymore? Oh well, YOLO).

Stringing them All Together

My personal preference is using a kawil on horizontal writing (left to right) and using a pamudpod when writing vertically. I think the overall impact is better. But then again, it’s just my personal idea. Using any of the vowel killers are, like the filled or hollow dots on I and O are personal preferences, as long as there is consistency in usage.

If you can read the above and understand where the reference came from, you probably also call baybayin as alibata, and we should totally get some tea together. XDD It pretty much means “What is there, yonder?” smth idk but yeah, it sounds like that. Old and formal Filipino/Tagalog.

Langit -  sky or heaven, Lupa - ground or earth, Araw - sun, and Buwan (or Bulan in Ilokano) - moon

Soliman - A variant of the name Sulaiman/Solomon 

Amihan - the northeast monsoon, the nice wind that brings in cool, dry air around November-March. Or if you watched the old and new Encantadia, she’s the protag. XD

The third sampler is a phrase (I ran out of space it was supposed to be a sentence), and vertical double bars are used to end the sentence. I just made them into diagonal slashes to make them look cool. Also I ran out of space. x__x It’s transliterated as a wailing mom looking for her child: Ai anaku (bunga) - Ah, my child (fruit). No space for fruit so it ain’t there.

Author’s extra rant note: Of course, some early Filipinos didn’t wanna use the kudlit due to being comfy with whatever they had at that time, but eventually they gave in. Fast forward to a century later and the baybayin was pretty much dead, as it was for the next 4 centuries or so. Romaji became the norm (except for some of the native tribes that have their own awesome writing systems), but then again some Filipinos didn’t forget it entire time, as many of the revolutionaries’ battle flags had the syllable KA, which is the first syllable of Katipunan, their group which can also be transliterated as “the entire group of the people who meet and come together”. I can’t say more because this is a long-ass post and it’s not about Philippine history. But we can talk about that if you want. Just hit me up with an ask. Warning though: I might just say “thanks for asking but please ask something else” lol j/k XDD

Writing Baybayin using a Straight-cut Calligraphy Pen/ Dip pens with Straight/Oblique Nibs

For this portion of the post, aside from posting pictures of the baybayin in black and white ink I would be pointing out that the techniques I used here are based on Western traditional calligraphy techniques used by scribes of the past, so some of the stroke patterns would be a lot different from the handwritten strokes above. But then again, if you clicked the link to get here straight away instead of reading the previous portions, well you won’t be having that much problems then. Also I will assume you already learned how to write baybayin so I’ll leave you at that. For the black baybayin, I used a calligraphy fountain pen with a 2mm straight-cut nib from the Visual Deck Set – Calligraphy box, not sure where you can buy it online but I bought mine at the National Bookstore because nobody wants to buy it. (Should’ve also bought the other calligraphy set while they’re on sale. LOL Just saying XDD). The surface is just the back of old calendars because I was just testing the strokes. For the white baybayin, I used a Speedball™  C-2 oblique-cut nib and for the ink, it’s glittery silver poster paint from Reeves™ (diluted with dH2O), and the surface is some random paper with nice surface and sizing which my father got from the office. (Apparently you can’t print anything on it so it aged well there until my father disturbed the papers’ sleep and brought them home. Now I ran out of both the calendar and the weird red paper so business is halted for a bit. XDD) Again, these are all based on how I write stuff so it’s pretty much a personal opinion, it’s not absolute but it certainly works for me so here you go.

Group 1

A:

MA:

PA:

YA:

FA:

JA:

VA:

Group 2:

E/I: I’m just putting I here because E and I basically have the same strokes. To make E, just omit the final vertical stroke.

DA:

HA:

RA:

CA:

QA:

XA:

Group 3

O/U: Same with E/I, I just placed U here because O is practically the same, minus the vertical stroke on the right.

GA:

SA:

ZA:

Group 4

LA:

NA:

TA:

ÑA:

Group 5

BA:

NGA:

WA:

E, I, O, U Lines

Vowel Killers

I didn’t make any full sentences or words because I ran out of nice papers, so maybe I’ll post some next time. Sorry. ._.

Author’s final note on writing using baybayin: I’m still on the fence in using the loan letters C, F, J, Ñ, Q, V, X, and Z because in my opinion apart from having redundancies with some other letters, they were just invented to spell out proper nouns that are foreign in origin. I wouldn’t even spell my full name using baybayin, except my nickname and would just rather use the Romaji/Latin Alphabet for ease. As for using baybayin to write foreign words, well, that can be as tricky as using kana to write foreign words. Both methods boil down to localizing a foreign word into how it would be pronounced based on the original language that the writing system belongs to. For instance, the Japanese waifu (as in “My waifu”) is the Japanized form of the English word “wife”, but because their spelling system is a bit different they had to estimate which kana would be suited to approximate how the word would be pronounced and in turn, be spelled. It is also the same case for some Filipino loan words that got Filipinized (and bastardized because long words are hard lol not kidding tho) such as the word istambay which originally came from “standby” and is now shortened to “tambay” which means “just loitering and doing nothing” or in how the young ones use it now: to hang out with friends (and probably just loiter and do nothing lol don’t kill me ok?). Thus, the usage of baybayin (or kana, or hangul, or Arabic because I think their writing is very lovely or whatever writing system you like that works as syllables more than letters) in writing words from another language would take extra steps such as following the rules of the written language or localizing the word first before writing them in whatever letters or syllables that you want. It’s like using what you have then making do with it/winging it out.

The End!!!! No just kidding. But it’s the last part.

To be honest there are a lot of stuff in the internet about baybayin so I’m not that entirely sure if what I have here is pretty much redundant or not. There are a lot of sites so just use your Googling skills to find what you need, although it may be a bit difficult for readers/users who simply try writing and not understanding the entire language so just use with caution. It’s hard to end up with THAT tough guy who has a kanji tattoo that actually spells “poop” instead of whatever it was supposed to be. I actually saw a guy sporting a tattoo that reads FUUBEN in Japanese, which translates to inconvenience. I lol deep inside but the guy seems happy with that so I just let him be.

Well, I hope this long-ass post helped you a lot, or at the very least the stuff made sense to you and it was worth your time reading. Please leave an ask if you have other questions, I’ll try to answer them if and when I can. Have a great day and may the force be with you. =D

#how to write baybayin #how to write alibata #how i write baybayin #baybayin handwriting #baybayin handwriting stroke order #baybayin calligraphy stroke order #baybayin calligraphy

[roxydrawskhstuffs]

I don’t computer but you just deerezz my operating system

If anyone is having trouble accessing the post, there is always an AO3 counterpart 

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Categories: Gen; M/M

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

Relationship: Riku/Sora; Vanitas/Ventus 

CHAPTER 1: 

Ring ring ring!

The sound of Riku’s smartphone continued to rang echoing from entire four corners of his room.

“Go away.” he mumbled in hoped that by talking to it would help and will turn off courtesy of his plea.

Ring ring ring!

Annoyed and cranky, Riku raised his left arm tucking at the nightstand in search of the offending gadget and did him a favor to turn off the alarm. Was too tired to even know why he set his alarm so early at the first place then---

Knock knock knock!

Finally up, Riku scratched his head getting off his bed to get the door. His roommate-slash-bestfriend Vanitas appeared. The same disturbed, annoyed and tired appearance as him. “You look like shit.” Vanitas told  his silver-haired friend, ordering him to get downstairs. Yawned, Riku followed the raven to their shared kitchen. It was a simple with simple decorations, a few pots and pans, an induction oven and their “sacred ref of supplies” dub thee Vanitas.

Riku grabbed two empty bowls in the cupboard placing it on the table. Then came at the ref opening it to find their KoKo Krunch cereal box almost empty. Actually, their fridge are running low on supplies as well. Riku will definitely write a memo for them to buy groceries for the upcoming days. Pouring the last content of the cereal, Vanitas also sat with two cups of coffee in his hands giving one to Riku.

“Thanks.” he said taking a quick sip of the liquid. His eyes finally awake and alive, thanking the gods for inventing coffee. His raven roommate was also sane a phone in hand, too indulge in whatever’s occupying his attention. Riku did the same, checking his mail which he was supposed to do the first thing in the morning.  Some were from job posting notifications, others were unknown numbers; definitely from the fangirls from his Youtube channel that bombarded this notification bell demanding him for his personal contact number.

Something heavy weighed on his shoulder realizing his roommate’s head was there taking a peak on Riku’s phone. He sneer a triumphant grin telling the silver-haired he was such a lady’s man. Riku growled. “Fuck off, Vani. This is why creating a gaming channel was annoying in the first place,”  Taking a spoonful of his chocolate cereal. He read some of the mails, containing cliche confessions that they wanted to become Riku’s girlfriend or even a fling.

“Women.” he added, after reading five of them, Riku decided to remove it from his mailbox, saving important messages which he stumbled from the gaming company, the two is under at.

To: Riku Tenebrae ([email protected]); Vanitas Kara ([email protected])

From: The XIII Gaming Authority ([email protected])

Subject: Anime Adaptation Reveal Invitation

Greetings, Game Masters!

Thank you so much for your wonderful dedication to the company. With your Youtube channel gaining five hundred thousands followers, and for streaming the company’s video games, we have also reached our expected net sales from you and Master Kara’s continued game streams that our successful game “Verum Rex” will finally has his own anime adaptation! We will reveal the casts, animation studio, music production, etc of the adaptation and we hope that you will come and witness this memorable experience.

We would like to invite the both of you in the launch of the anime adaptation here in Radiant Garden Suites & Casinos, Ballroom Hall at Friday 6 P.M. Please show your ID to the security for entrance.

We hope to see your presence!

Best regards,

Xemnas

Chief Operating Officer (COO) of The XIII Gaming Authority

Vanitas catcalled. Showing the silver-orb on his tongue while Riku shoved his face away from him. He loved his roommate but he gets uncomfortable with his piercings, especially in his tongue. The raven laughed at Riku’s expression contented with his motive. “Well it’s about the damn time they recognized the game itself. Wasting three months with a game that’s not mainstream hurts my back, fingers, and my pride.”

Riku rolled his eyes but everything Vanitas ranted was the truth. It was one hell of a three months. For his channel, he and Vanitas had almost reached its peak of abandoning the game. Their stream didn’t even reach a thousand due to it being new and indie. Don’t forget about the story plot was very confusing and full of mechas.

Hint: their fans did not like a boring and game involving robots fighting unless it was as cool as Gundam.

Their subscribers decreasing by the day. Vanitas was the first one to gave up, informing the company about his review and how “pathetic” the storyline and gameplay was whereas Riku was also deciding to end. Nevermind, that there would be no pay if they didn’t finished the game. Being beta testers was a high-paying job that Riku and Vanitas decided to apply. Both being previous professional gamers, they had lots of fans and followers even after leaving the pro gaming world. They were grateful and decided to open up their own streaming site where they also interact and play with newbies who are aiming to be pro gamers as their profession. They give tips, advices while enjoying games as they go. Eventually, the two of them began streaming pro games tournaments due to popular demand by their fans. They even have been dubbed as “VanReeks” even though Riku’s name was an insult, he later got used to it and had a community supporting their contents. Being popular had its perks when a famous gaming company had sent an email, inviting them to become their official beta tester.

With a high-end pay and Youtube paying, Riku and Vanitas didn’t see the harm in accepting the job. What’s the worst that could happen?  

Verum Rex happened.

I’m done. This is so done. This game is done.

Like a mantra chanting, Riku already come up with his own review when he realized the next scene playing. (Note: he was half done with the game but he couldn’t really finished it due to some...well..issues of it.) There was a mysterious black hooded figure doing a heart symbol symbol using his hands shaping it towards the luminous brilliance of the moon. Next scenario was a male with different eye color. He had the same hairstyle Riku had in his teenage years: short but layered, even the hair color was the same. Curious, he immersed himself in the scenario, following the Riku look-alike, he let himself on the top of the tallest building. Gigas, or what the robots were called blocked his landing. Mysterious character then readied him right and mysteriously a weapon? No a blade appeared in his hands and before Riku could even know what was going on, the interface changed with menus, command and health bar appeared.

Riku was freaking out. Like, LITERALLY FREAKING OUT.

Punching every buttons he could until he could get the hang out of the mechanics, slashing every Gigas come in his mind. Riku was...enjoying it. “Holy shit damn!” he screamed too loud enough for Vanitas to enter his room. “Reeks, you know I love you in a no homo way but if you don’t the fuck up right I am going to holy shit what the fuck are you playing you inconsiderate asshole and why the heck does the character look exactly like teenage bitch Riku?!” Running towards his silver roommate, Vanitas watched Riku play defeating lots of Gigas.

“This is the Verum Rex, dude. You need to continue playing.”

“Shut the fuck up, douche, I’m already on it without you stating the obvious,” running towards the door but returned as if he forgotten something important to tell. “Also turn on the stream. Bitch needs to gain followers and a promotion for this. I don’t like real teenage bitch Riku but game teenage bitch Riku is l i t!”

With their fruitful perseverance, and promotion invites, Verum Rex was one of the most blossoming video game of the year and VanReeks being the first people who played and experience the game.

With the invitation of the game being adapted as an anime, it was very tempting since the game was an exclusive game with only a japanese voice actor. The creator strictly didn’t want any dubbed from the voice actors that he purposely choose but agreed to have an “outside” Japan released with the exception of  “no other dubs” which the company complied.

Riku smiled, replying a “yes” to the invitation.

He couldn’t wait for the gathering.

NEXT CHAPTER

#fanfics #soriku #rikuso #kh #kingdom hearts #vanven #yeah this is crossposted in ao3 too

[kathleenliz]

Seven Things People Need to Stop Saying to Persons with Disabilities.

I’ve had the idea for this post rolling around in my head for a few weeks now and today’s rainy weather is all the motivation I need to get it out of my head and onto the internet.

Being a person with a disability (vision impairment in my case) naturally comes with a host of challenges. Some of the greatest challenges I face revolve around people; not how I interact with them, but how they interact with me. I can be conversing with a stranger, getting to know a new friend or spending time with a loved one, feeling like things are going great. Then, something comes out of their mouth and my heart drops. I have to constantly remind myself that 99% of the time, people say insensitive things with good intentions, or out of pure ignorance to what they’re actually saying. I’m sure you are a good person who would never want to cause such a reaction in me or someone like me, so I thought I’d compile a list of well intentioned things you should never say to someone with a disability AND what you can say instead!

1. “You’re such an inspiration!” It’s become more and more common knowledge that this phrase isn’t kosher in the disabled community, but I thought I’d break it down for you incase you missed the memo. If you know me well, have thought deeply about it and actually can say the way I’ve lived my life has changed your perspective, that’s great! You can definitely call me an inspiration. However, if you just see me at Shoppers Drug Mart buying cotton swabs, please refrain from blurting this out. Basically what you’re communicating to me is that you believe that to have a disability is a horrible, unimaginable fate and the fact that I’m out in the world doing a normal thing must be a shear act of God. Maybe it is for me that day, but more likely it isn’t. Here’s a good rule of thumb as to whether to call a disabled stranger inspirational or not. If they are doing something that you would be nervous to do, disabled or not, they are inspirational. For example, when I was backpacking through Thailand, the adoration of peers meant a lot to me because they were acknowledging me overcoming challenges as I overcame them. The lady who cried in shoppers as I asked the cashier for help with the debit machine as I purchased my cotton swabs, did not see such a thing. What you can say instead: “I don’t know you well, but you seem to navigate the world with a great deal of grace despite things that might be challenging. I’d love to get to know you more.”

2. “I don’t even see you as disabled / I forget that you’re disabled!” I actually get this one the most from friends and family. On the surface it sounds like they are being noble and inclusive, but in reality I’m hearing something different. To me, it sounds like you’re choosing not, or forgetting to acknowledge a major aspect that makes up the mosaic of my identity. I am disabled. I may carry myself as if I’m not, but it’s still a part of me and informs my choices and reactions. When you run off without me where I can’t see you, apologize and play it off like you were being noble by not viewing me as disabled, you are distancing yourself from me being able to trust you with all of myself. What to say instead: “It’s so amazing to see the way your experiences, including your disability, have shaped who you are!”

3. “You’re totally like Daredevil (or some other disabled icon)!” I know you’re trying to be super encouraging with this one, but when you liken me to a disabled super-icon, I start to feel very small. I look at my failed accomplishments, my fears and my lack of gracefulness that my disability affords me and see how far I actually am from that ideal. The problem with society is they assume disabled people are either completely incompetent, or super human. Both are standards that I’m not willing or able to live up to. What to say instead: … just don’t compare me to anyone, that would be great.

4. Have you thought of glasses/surgery/eye of newt? Believe me, if you’re suggesting it, I’ve probably thought about it… like a hundred times. I and my family probably thought about it when I was first diagnosed, investigated it and figured out it wasn’t an option. Assuming you have some idea or miracle cure for me makes me feel that you’re oversimplifying my experiences, as if I haven’t thought of trying to change things. Unless you know me and my history in this area, kindly keep your thoughts to yourself. What to say instead: … nothing

5. “You don’t look blind / disabled!” Again, I know you believe you sound good saying this and I’ll admit I’ve taken this as a compliment before. It’s not so much for me that you shouldn’t say this, but for others like me. As mentioned before, the media isn’t the greatest at portraying disabled people. On the end of the spectrum we’re talking here, it’s some sort of out-of-touch, bumbling, possibly demanding old person dressed in mismatched fashion from three decades ago. We’ve all seen this person in real life too unfortunately, but for every one of them we see, I’d like to believe there’s at least three disabled young people trying to break this stereotype and I know I’m one of them. You can help by believing that someone like me is the rule, not the exception. What to say instead: “How you present yourself is really challenging the way I perceive people with disabilities!”

6. “My hairdresser’s neighbour’s nephew has a disability and is doing such-and-such. Isn’t that awesome?” This is often a tactic that someone who’s just met me employs to try and find some common ground. Unfortunately, it falls pretty flat. Often the person has a completely different disability and is doing something I have no interest in. Think of it like saying to a Chinese person “My boss’s accountant’s sister-in-law is Indian and they’re doing such-and-such!” See, they’re both Asian, but you know their experiences are completely unique. Also, maybe I have no interest in doing the thing they’re doing! Or maybe I don’t feel like I’m capable, which leads us into the shame spiral mentioned in #3. If I say I’m interested in doing that specific thing, such as having children or downhill skiing and you know a person with my disability who does the same, feel free to tell me so I can be encouraged and connect with them, otherwise it’s just out of place What to say instead: Only bring it up if it’s relevant to what we’re talking about.

7. “Let me help you with that!” I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been going along, minding my own business and someone suddenly yells “WATCH OUT!!!” or “Let me help you ge through this construction/cross this street!” Usually this just succeeds in freaking me out and throwing me off so that I actually do trip on the thing you were so kindly trying to warn me about that I already knew how to navigate around, proving your point further. Truthfully, if you see a disabled person doing something, let them do it. If they are visibly having a hard time, ask them if they need help. If they say no, don’t be offended, even if they’re failing miserably at it. They may need to have at experience of failure to learn their limitations. If the person does agree to receive help, do it their way. I’ve heard of and been in far too many situations where a disabled person’s system is thrown off because someone thought they knew what they were doing instead of asking. What to say instead: “Excuse me, I’m just behind you and I’m willing to help you with anything if you need it.”

#disabilties #life lessons #inclusion