#honestly i’m surprised that there aren’t more artworks in either but i forget that i use page assist

[paracosmicessence]

it happened boys

#the hyperfixation is violently powerful #sonadow #hollow knight #silksong took yet another L damn #honestly i’m surprised that there aren’t more artworks in either but i forget that i use page assist #so realistically speaking there’s probably like 200+ in the gay hedgehogs #GOD WHY IS IT SO CRUNCHY THE QUALITY IS SO BAD

[fumifooms]

Do you know about the Marchil h-doujin, just called "Marchil Meshi"? (Dunno wether you're comfortable about adult content regarding the ship. If not, sorry and feel free to ignore).

Imagine my surprise… When a few months ago, I was looking up places to buy doujins for dunmeshi online bc of that new-ish laimar (sfw) doujin and I find, many many nsfw ones bUT AMONGST THE HORDE… MARCHIL MESHI. I ate it up. It’s a lil iconic to me ngl, I quote it in my head sometimes. Marcille angrily gesturing always gets me cackling. It honestly has no business being this good, it was made pretty early on in the story so many years ago, and STILL! So in character, and honestly so funny, AND no weird business either. Like listen, I scour the internet, looking for any marchil content, any marchil content at all… And find a dry af desert, no life here, literally jackshit nothing. Only Pixiv has some afaik but the nsfw is def… Hm. 😔 (2 fics tagged chirumaru on there btw!! That aren’t mine lol) Thank you marchil meshi author if I had to pick 1 piece of marchil nsfw to exist I’d choose this one (honestly that’s already so close to reality lol) Thank u Asaki Takayuki I owe u my life. I like zines but I’ve never bought doujins before so it didn’t cross my mind, but dunmeshi is taking a lot of my first times in fandom engagement and I bought said laimar doujin just the other day hehe 

I do want to keep my blog generally sfw but yes I’m 100% cheering on nsfw marchil content from the shadows, glad that ao3’s finally getting some too. I hope that fic writer makes more… Tallman Chil is so so good but I hope they also do some more general premises, which the end notes on that one do make me hopeful 👀 I want more marchil writers in general. More marchil fanartists. Sfw nsfw idk I need to be fed 😭 (<- This post was drafted before that new marchil smut fic WOOHOO. So much new marchil content this week!!)

Oh while I’m here, I find this so funny/odd, but in japanese fandom ship names are simply the beginning of each name smushed together, like marchil or chilmar. The order of the names is that the first one is the "top"… Idk how jp fandoms live without switches but aight, but in m/f ships this means that typically the man is the first half of the ship name right. WELL WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT marchil is so much more used than chilmar lmaoo. Even more stats: On Pixiv, the tag marchil had all the artworks, but the chilmar tag had all the fics. Ain’t that wack to think about. Anyways marchil or chilmar idc you go guys

Sighh thinking about them. They are so "I beg your pardon??!" "Then beg", "Fuck you!" "Fuck me yourself you coward"… Forget stamens and pistils, Chil is the cursed "You see, there are keys and there are locks…"

More under cut since I don’t get to talk about this often, screenshots and hcs for horny time

^ said panel that lives rent free in my head and makes me giggle. I wish I’d just put the whole page here it’s my fave but nahh go find it yourself

Why are they like this. Like what is thatttt

I need to stop collecting these I’m making myself feel insane (thank you fic writer for that last one I’d never noticed but omg)

Alright hc time what was I gonna talk about… Ah yes ah yes. I def think Chil is a pest, he’s horny and he wants sex and is flagrant about it, but also we know that he stayed faithful for 4 years without getting any, I feel like realistically the relationship sex wise would 100% be on Marcille’s pace. And this is the fun part, bc would Marcille be very eager? Would she want to do the romance book correct™️ route and that means no tapping until marriage, or he needs to court her all princely first? I hc that elves have a much lower libido than humans because of the whole long af lifespan thing, it’d be kinda funny if Marcille was like "Let’s take things slow… 🥺" aka first base achieved after two years of being together lol

But seee that’s the thing too bc Marcille is so afraid of loss she might rush through things as well, she very well could like, jump on him right after confessing. Is Chilchuck kind of a shithead or is he very gentlemanly and romantic, wanting to do it right and treat her well? They are such a blank canvas of sexual chemistry listen LISTENNN there are just so so many ways you can go with them they are so special. God the banter… They cannot stop bantering for a second I swear So many kinks they could fit… I like uhh praise kink for him and for her… Idk she just really loves him and the emotional adoration is what’s at the core of her enjoying it all so like, loving Chilchuck kink, which turns out those two really match together 🫶 He makes her sing and ummm um you see where this goes. They are so grossly in love and into each other

They are so domestic. I hate them

#Followers you now know about the existence of this you’re welcome #Marchil #Sorry for taking a week to answer this ask. I have so many to get back to aaa sorry everyone #There’s never a perfect time to drop bomb posts like these gdvdgd #Fumi rambles #the opening line of this post is a quote of Amanda’s iconic rant about PLA sneasler in my heart #No one can reblog this post it shall be framed in shame on my blog only /j

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #268

“i got a switchblade wit that cuts like a bitch, and i think you two should meet.”

What was the shortest amount of time you’ve known someone before you’ve dated them? If you’ve never been in a relationship before, do you watch Scrubs? Jason and I knew each other like... I think two or three weeks? We clicked so fast. Are you a fan of inside jokes or do you tend to stay away from them? I... don't feel a particular way? Do you have any theatrical experience? If so, what have you done? No, I'm not into theater. Which movies currently out in theaters do you want to see? I don't know what's in theaters right now, but I don't think anyone does rn lol. Don’t you hate it when people talk about their relationships constantly? If it's seriously incessantly, yes. There's not a lot you can say to have a conversation when they just ramble about the person, especially when you don't even know the partner. How close would you say you are to your relatives? Not very. What’s your favorite Pokemon? Ninetales. If you could have anyone to do your eulogy, who would it be and why? Well, I'd assume my parents will be dead by that point, so. Probably my best friend. If you play the Sims games, which one is your favorite? I've only ever played Sims Animals, which I looooved back in the past. I haven't played it in years, though. If your parents searched your room, would they be mad at what they’d find? No. Ever taken a picture kissing somebody? Yes. Sex in the morning, afternoon or night? Morning is a great start to the day, but only after your teeth are brushed. I cannooooot do morning breath. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed? Aggressive. I am such a sub lmao. How serious are your feelings for the person you like? I DON'T KNOWWWWWWWWWW Ever had your driver's license suspended? Don't have mine to begin with. Does the person you like know that you like them? Yes. How frequently are you inclined to read, and how much? Somewhat rarely lately, less than I did some months back. I would read some pretty big chunks. When was the last time you questioned the direction your life was taking? LMAOOOOOOOOO I'm not exaggerating at all when I say that's like, a daily occurrence. What small things have the ability to get under your skin? I'm trying to think of something I haven't said before, but I'm not sure. OH, it may seem like a small thing, but letting balloons go outside. It's littering. Many end up in the ocean. What is something small that has the ability to cure a bad mood? A car ride riding shotgun with music blaring. I fucking love it. What was the last big change through which you went? Some moral beliefs altered. ^ Do you deal well with change, typically? Have you always? Fuck no. It blows up my anxiety. How do you feel after spending a great quantity of time online? I used to feel kinda guilty, and I actually still do, but it's more subdued. It's just too normal by now, to the point when I'm bored, I sometimes briefly forget there are other things to do that aren't on the computer. God it's sad. What do you consider to be the biggest drawback to being you? I'M BIG SCARED OF EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!! What do you consider the best part of being who you are? I'm really understanding and can relate to people's pain well. What kinds of things do you have on display in your room? Christ, a lot. My room is STUFFED with decorations that make me happy.  There's posters, some artwork, all my Silent Hill game cases or manuals + more SH stuff, meerkats galore, Venus is in here, I have this "shrine" for Teddy... I've got a load of stuff. What do you think your room and its contents say about you, if anything? I love a lotta stuff, ig. Animals, music, dark stuff, games. When was the last time you felt insecure about something/some situation? UMMMMM I should have a question for this fucking immediately. I'm sure it was something when I was at Ashley's inlaws for Mother's Day. What is something about which you are very confident or self-assured? My knowledge of meerkats lmaooo. Which emotional sensation inconveniences or bothers you the most? FUCKIN ANXIETY. Do you ever find it awkward to compliment another being? No, I love love love giving compliments!! When was the last time you had a new experience? What was it? Hm. I guess nightmares where I literally flail and attack shit while shrieking. Do you dress more for yourself, or to the expectations of others? I dress entirely for myself. What is one way you cope when you feel like crap? Binge music I can relate to. Which can make it worse, but sometimes helps. I'll usually get to the point of being teary and cry a bit, but then I start feeling better. Name an insult you regularly receive, if there is one? I guess it's not really an... insult, per se, but I hear "you're too quiet!" all the time. What is something you used to believe about life that you no longer do? Everything happens for a reason. Nope. What is something you hope you never have to do again? Deal with another Jason-level heartbreak. Of the many different American accents, which one is your favorite? I'm actually not sure. Not a fan of any that I can think of. Do you know anyone who had a kid before they were financially stable? Oh yeah, plenty normal nowadays. Is there anything hanging from the doorknob in your room? Yes, the pink bead necklace from my sister's baby shower for Emerson. Sometimes I hang my purse there too. Why did you move to where you're living now? We got evicted for not being able to keep up with rent and needed a cheap but semi-decent place to live. What was the most severe punishment your parents gave you when you were growing up? I remember I was grounded from the computer for at least a week, maybe more. My punishment was always taking technology away and/or spanked or popped on the arm. I remember she once hit my arm so damn hard that I had her handprint there for a while. My mom was horrible at *keeping* me and my sisters grounded, though; she'd normally calm down within a few days and things would return to normal. What was the topic of conversation the last time you spoke to a sibling? Ummm I don't remember. I should, I saw one just a couple days ago. Are you currently looking for a new job? I don't have a job currently, but while Mom has cancer and surgery coming up, I'm not really looking, but pondering opportunities. She'd have to drive me, which just can't be done right now, and I'm also not comfortable leaving her home alone right now. Who is the person you are the closest to? (emotionally, not physically) Mom. What was the last caffeinated drink you had? Do you drink this often? Strawberry Sunkist, and ugh, too much lately. Whose photo did you last look at? I was on Facebook a bit ago, so someone's on there. Who was the last person to pick you up? You mean like, physically? I don't know, probably Girt because he got a kick out of our height difference and he would do that when we hugged. What are you wearing around your neck? Nothing right now. Have you accidentally mistaken a stranger for someone you know? Oh my god, yes. I did that at the tattoo parlor once at a guy that looked like my sister's ex, who I got along with well. He looked at me like "uhhhhh" and it will haunt me forever. Who did you last blow a kiss at? Venus. I do that and wave a lot when she comes out of her hide and looks my way. Have you ever seen lava in real life? No. Who did you last bite? Um I don't just casually go around biting people lmao. Probably Jason. Do you remember the date of your prom? Ha, it's honestly surprising to me that I don't recall the date of either, considering how I remember, y'know, a weird amount of obscure details through our entire time knowing each other. Was your last kiss long and sensual or short and sweet? Why’s that? Short and sweet, because it was just a goodbye kiss. When kissing, do you like to be on top or bottom? Good Lord, am I a bottom. I hated being on top because I felt he had a better view of me and my body, and I was self-conscious as shit even when I was fit. Does your boyfriend/husband know what size your boobs are? UHHHHHHHHHHHHH I don't have a boyfriend but I've sure never actually talked about it with any. Do you have hair extensions or do you think those are strictly for the scene kids? ..... No? I don't wear extensions, never have, but wearing them doesn't tie you to a label??? List all the things you have from your boyfriend at your house right now? Not everyone has a boyfriend, friend. Last time you exercised and for how long? I DON'T WANT TO THINK OF THIS lkja;dslkfjwe Last girl who called you hot/sexy/something else of the sort? I shared a picture of myself on Facebook for once just the other day, so let's so. *checks* HAHA MY MOM. #1 cheerleader, friends. OH I should probably clarify she said "gorgeous," but I guess that counts? Was she hitting on you? Jfc no. Last guy who called you hot/sexy/something else of the sort? Does getting a comment from Ian of a Spongebob screenshot of Squidward with heart eyes count? lol Was HE hitting on you? *shrugs* He's very open with sharing love for his friends though, so it very well could've been just friendly support. Have you ever taken the 5,000 question survey? Parts of it, and God did it get stupid. What would you do if your boyfriend/husband got drafted into war tomorrow? I. Am single. And not everyone. Is interested in guys. But hypothetically, I would fucking panic. I physically wouldn't be able to handle an s/o in the army; I would constantly, absolutely constantly, be actively fearful. We'd have to find a way to get him out of it. Has a guy ever touched your butt without permission? If so, how did this make you feel? I don't believe so, thank God. How many formal dresses do you own? Sun-dresses? I have two prom dresses (which I'm finally comfortable enough to get rid of at some point) and I think like... one or two other black knee-length dresses that I could now never fit into? What do you hope you grow out of? Social anxiety. It ruins many parts of my life. What is the healthiest and unhealthiest thing you do on a regular basis? Healthy? Oh fuck. I, uh, usually have one bottle of water, I guess? Unhealthy, definitely drink soda. I need to stop. When looking for a SO, what three things are most important (besides looks)? Kindness, patience, and compassion or understanding. How much do you judge a person by their appearance? Define "judge" here. Like, I can conclude someone is impoverished or well off in many cases, but I don't judge them as people. What is the most embarrassing thing you own? Hm. I'm unsure. What is the strangest habit you have? I don't think I have odd habits. What movie made you cry the most? The Notebook or Old Yeller, I think. What was one of the happiest moments of your childhood? Realizing I was getting a dog for Christmas. Fuck, I miss Teddy. What belief do you have that most people disagree with? I'd rather not get political right now. Who or what inspires you to be a better person? I fucking hate admitting it, but Jason. The last thing he told me was to stop saying "I'll try" but rather "I will," and I actually recently almost had a breakdown about it because I shouldn't put SO much value into what he says, make it holy "rules." I treat him like a god in so many ways. Still, in my stupid head, his word is law. I still want to make him so proud. What’s the TLDR description of your last relationship? Long-distance was getting extremely hard, but I think the bigger factor was that we both have problems we need to work on before we can properly support one another. If you found out your current life has been just a dream, would you choose to wake up? (You don’t know if your real life would be better or worse.) I guess... no. I'd be too afraid of it being any worse than it already feels. What dumb thing did you believe for a really long time? Political and religious beliefs I don't at all like admitting I had. Where would you like to retire? Hell if I know, that's a long whiles away. What brings you the most joy in life? Oh yikes. Family and close friends, probs. What was the last song that got stuck in your head? "Blush" by Jeffree Star is on repeat ahhhh What is something you enjoy doing, but aren’t good at? Drawing people. I don't really do it BECAUSE I'm not very good. In art in general, I have a hard time with proportions. Name some healthy foods that you enjoy eating. Strawberries, apples, a lotta other fruits, broccoli, there are these granola and cashew bars I LOVE, salad can be good, scrambled eggs... now I'm blanking. Like there are a lot of foods that can be on either end of the spectrum, depending on how they're prepared. Do you ever eat dry cereal as a snack to munch on? Any particular kind? No, generally too crunchy and dry. When you run out of something to drink & are thirsty, are you quick to retrieve a new beverage or are you lazy about it? It depends on how thirsty I am and what I'm doing at that moment. What is your favorite part of a slice of pizza? BITCH all of that motherfucker. What was the longest power outage you ever experienced? Two or so days. I was so, so scared for Venus because it was in the winter. Poor girl was scared. I had to let her inside my hoodie and shirt to use my warmth for a lengthy period at a time, there were blankets draped over her terrarium... I was genuinely afraid she was going to die. But nope, my baby is good and thriving. :'D Do you believe that children should do all of the chores around the house, or do you think the parents should do them? Or do you have an entirely different opinion? As someone who was raised with chores poorly enforced and now I suck at doing them, they should ABSOLUTELY be a required thing. Children shouldn't do *all* the chores though, of course, especially those involving serious chemicals. Have you ever painted a pet’s nails, or known someone that has done such? Do you think that is cruel? I haven't, but I suppose it depends on whether it's toxic or not and if the animal doesn't mind? I do know people who have. What is something you did as a child that you didn’t realize back then was “wrong”, if anything? I didn't know interracial relationships were perfectly fine. It's funny, I don't recall me seeing black as any less than whites, I just thought it wasn't supposed to happen. Being raised in the South does that, ig. Do you get an excessive amount of bug bites during spring/summertime? Are you one to itch constantly or can you control yourself? No, I've heard because I have A-type blood. Whenever my sister (O-type) and I used to play outside, she would always come in COVERED in mosquito bites, and she's still a magnet for them today. Supposedly bugs don't prefer A, but O the most. I do itch, though. Holy shit, do I itch. Do you own any sports equipment [balls, basketball goals, mitts, etc] that you rarely use? No. Could you ever willingly hunt down & shoot an innocent animal for sport? Over my dead fucking body. Would you be uncomfortable changing someone else’s baby’s diaper? Ugh, I have twice I believe, and I hated it. Have/would you ever want to own a pet frog, or do you think they would be too boring? I don't think I've ever caught and kept one? I don't mind "boring" pets, I just don't desire one. What internet/television provider do you use? Fucking CenturyLink. Stay away from it. Are you uncomfortable going out in public with leg stubble? Even if it’s so light that no one would notice it unless they were looking for it? That much, no. Now I literally haven't shaved my legs in over a whole year because it's not like anyone sees them, but holy fuck would I be mortified if someone did lol. Have you ever lived in a mobile home? No. I'm terrified to because of tornados. Have you ever had your bedroom in a basement? No. What’s your favorite piece of furniture in your house? ...? If someone gave you a kitten, would you keep it? I'd want to, but it'd be Mom's decision. Favorite type of cracker: Cheez-Its. Animal you like to watch but sort of creeps you out: Spiders, especially when they're making their webs.

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                                                    Magic

Magic Me Some Love

When Shiro's arm gets cut off while he is trying to protect Keith, Keith doesn't see any way to save his life but to break into the Galra's castle and steal some of their magical medicine. But nothing goes as planned and when he exits the castle empty handed he is cursed to look like a Galra until he accepts his "halfbreed" status. He is convinced that he has condemned Shiro to death - and then he learns of a magician that might be able to help just in time.

Meanwhile Lance didn't expect a Galra to turn up at his door, demanding him to save his half dead (human?!) friend. And he certainly didn't expect to fall in love with him either.

143,711 words   AO3

Where Light and Dark Meet

(The Fallen Series not completed  1 works)

The Fallen One arises:A captive star yearning for the heavens from which it was stolen... So begins the Prophecy of the Fallen Star, which speaks of the one who will save the kingdom from Haggar’s curse. Lance, Keith, and their friends are summoned to get in touch with Allura, the deposed princess of Altea, who is widely believed to be the Fallen Star from the prophecy.But things aren't going to be quite so simple. Lance was cursed to become a cat at night; Keith spends his days as a crow. They both have a role to play in the coming battle, and they're going to have to learn to trust each other--but how can they when they only ever meet in the fleeting moments at twilight when they both are human?

34,168 words   AO3

                                               Ghosts etc

Forget Me Not           (Myosotis series not completed 23,144 works 4)

There Keith was, surrounded by all his friends, a picture of total contentment. At least, he would be, if something weren't missing.

Keith agrees to test a spell for his brother's best friend and discovers a vaguely familiar boy who no one can remember. What follows is a series of magical shenanigans that will either be tragic or entertaining as hell.

16,084 words   AO3

Over My Dead Body!

"Hey, Keith? Are you done yet?" Lance asks from behind the door. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, I'm done changing."

Out of curiosity, Keith looks over his shoulder of how Lance will enter his room. He eyes the door.

"Aaaaannnddd, you're in your boxers." Lance says.

Silence.

Sonovabish went through the door!

38,038 words   AO3

How To Date A Werewolf In 5 Simple Steps

How To Date A Werewolf In 5 Simple Steps by Keith Kogane

Step 0: Don't do it.

31,373 words   AO3

Just a Little Death          (no romance here)

AKA: The Incubus AU Where There Isn't Actually Any Smut In which Lance is half incubus, hiding it, and possibly spending most of his time low-key panicking that someone's going to find out.

At least Hunk is a good bro that's helping him keep his secret.

217,634 words AO3

                                              Soulmates

Unfamiliar Constellations

Soulmates. That was the reason his mother always told him for the random markings that would show up on his skin. It was an old legend, but not unheard of. Most people just didn’t have a soulmate.

Lance had found out about his soulmate early. They both enjoyed drawing on their skin. Whoever was on the other end of the pen was an artist, but Lance enjoyed adding his own shitty drawings to the artwork on his arm.

25,199 words   AO3

Soulmate Line

Lance moves from a small town where everyone's soulmate lines branch outwards. He never expected his matchmaking abilities to work, especially with there being 7.5 billion people in the world, but moving to university has increased the chances of success more than he anticipated. With Pidge and Hunk's help, he starts a business pairing naïve college students together if their lines connect, and by the time Shiro's cousin, Keith, comes to tour the campus, he already has a reputation.

So how can Lance explain who Keith's soulmate is when their lines connect, and yet they're total strangers to one another?

23,523 words   AO3

You're Not a Bad Soulmate

Keith puts a tentative hand to his jaw. Moron that guy might have been but weak he was not.

“Fair enough… Um…” He isn’t sure how to ask, or even if he should, but it’s very important to him that this incident be quickly forgotten so he takes a breath and goes for it.

“Please don’t tell Lance about this,” he can’t even be bothered by how sheepish he sounds.

“I mean sure but I won’t have to,” Hunk points to his own jaw. “He’s gonna find out anyway, Bro.”

22,869 words   AO3

                                                    Altean

Of Backups And Outcasts

Lance, a young prince second in line for the Altean throne, sets out to prove himself. He wants to kill an injured dragon that attacked one of their villages and escaped the knights that were sent after it. Much to his surprise, the dragon turns out to be a lot more human than anticipated - and thus begins a friendship that, despite having to be kept secret, changes his life for the better.

It's the story of how a backup and an outcast fall in love.

27,784 words   AO3

No time for caution

When you're a Galra prisoner, the question is not whether or not you will survive, but how long.

"I have a business proposition for you." Lance ignored Keith's snort.

"I want out, you want out. I can't operate any ships without having Galra genes, you can't get into any ships while trapped here. Let's help each other."

10,004 words    AO3

                                                   Heroes

So Cold It Burned

Lance is the Blue Lion, the hero of the city of Altea, and his main goal is to protect Keith - and the city, but mostly Keith - from his archenemy, Blaze.

"Come at me, cat boy, let's play with fire."

31,098 words   AO3

Behind the Mask

(Behind the Mask Series not completed 19,330 words 2 works)

Keith is one of the smartest kids at his school, but he's never really been remotely noticed by anyone. Lance, however, is one of the most popular guys at this same school. Nobody can take their eyes away from him, including Keith, who's had a crush on Lance since the day he met him.

What he doesn't know is that Lance has a crush on the city hero, Spiderman. After a chance encounter ends unexpectedly, the masked hero fears for his secrecy... and his feelings for the mysteriously adorable boy he saved.

18,547 words   AO3

                                                    Space

Blind Affection

After Lance gets injured in battle he finds himself without his eyesight, a situation he never would've expected himself to get into. Half expecting to get kicked off the team, Lance is determined to train harder and keep the fact that he's upset about his loss of eyesight from his teammates. No harm ever comes from bottling everything up, right?

25,888 words   AO3

No way out.

Alarms started to blare through the castle. "Princess! Are you alright?" Shiro rushed in.

"..Guys?" Keith looked around the room. "Where's Lance?"

26,879 words   AO3

A Kiss is a Kiss (But it's never like this)

“How does this keep happening to us, every time.” Lance grumbled.

“You’d think they’d stop sending us on away missions,” he agreed. Honestly, between the poisonous plants of their last planet, and Lance’s tendency to always end up on the business end of every blaster or pointy ended stick, Allura was just being inefficient at this point.

Or, five times Keith kissed Lance but the situation was less than ideal, and one time Lance finally kissed him back.

25,285 words   AO3

Space used to be the biggest thing, then I found your heart.

'Okay, calm down. It was just Lance. Just Lance. Lance Mcclain, the blue paladin… the sharpshooter… the loverboy. Just Lance. Nothing else. He didn’t have to be anything else.

Except for the fact that Keith Kogane was hopelessly head over heels in love with him. And Keith being the stoic, brooding, moody, emo that he was; his solution to the problem was to try and ignore Lance. Not shut him out completely because they still needed to form Voltron and all, but not go out of his way to talk to him, for fear of revealing everything.

25,780 words   AO3

i could be the one

After he is hit with a spell, Lance has visions of Keith's heart's desires and he's left incredibly confused when he finds himself appearing in all of them.

Keith shifts a little in front of Lance, protective; Lance grips his arm, tugging him back. “What do you need me to do?” Keith asks.

“Not you,” The one in blue dismisses Keith, their head turns to Lance. “We have decided to focus our efforts on the blue paladin - who wears his heart on his sleeve, and yet hides so much.”

19,857 words   AO3

in stasis

The story starts like this: with a story where you think you know the end, until it turns out you don’t, until it turns out you didn’t have a clue.

In which for three months of Lance McClain's life, he lives as an AI, waiting for his prosthetics to come online. It goes about as well as expected.

26,951 words   AO3

                                                   Modern

Accidental Love

(11:35) Hey, so I was thinking...if you hit me with a motorcycle, that means you're like, at least over sixteen.

(11:36) What the fuck?

Or Lance and Keith meet under accidental circumstances.

30,919 words   AO3

The Customer is Always (a) Right (asshole)

Keith has been working at this huge department store for three years now. He's not particularly good at it. In fact he's awful. He knows he is, and the customers seem to have no problem telling him this. He needs help.

Maybe this new guy who seems to have a natural talent for customer service will be able to give him some tips.

20,276 words   AO3

Shades of Purple

Lance McClain finds his safe haven and comfort online under the username blu97 on a messenger website called UniverseChat. There he meets a person under the username 1redrebel. Smart, charming, and having an amazing sense of humour, they pull Lance in immediately.

But what he doesn't know is that the intriguing person behind the handle is someone that he could never imagine being with in a million years; Keith Kogane. An arrogant, impulsive, hot head at his school, who he doesn't exactly like.

32,504 words   AO3

Keith's Type

“How would anyone notice what anyone else’s type is in the middle of all this?!” Matt demanded, laughing. “What’s Keith’s type?” Lance blurted out like an idiot.

“It’s… obvious,” Pidge said.

“He gets all flustered over shitty puns and most physical comedy. And have you seen the way he stares at Hunk when he’s going on about the mechanics of something? Like how the lions work? I’ve literally seen him blushing when Hunk goes into explanation mode.”

“So, you think he has a crush on Hunk?” Lance squawked.

“No. You bonehead,” Pidge laughed.

“I’m saying any dad-joke-telling, klutzoid with good grades has probably got a pretty good shot at Keith.”

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Of booty shorts and Injuries

Keith is sure that he’s having a heart attack. Or that he hurt his brain when he fell earlier. Because it’s simply not possible that the boy who’s sitting next to him is not a hallucination. How could someone so gorgeous just sit in an emergency room at night?"Keith and Lance unexpectantly meet at the emergency room in the middle of the night.

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The Bet

Something about the casual way Lance spoke to him, with easy grins and direct words that made Keith feel comfortable, but at the same time put him on edge.

Like he wasn’t supposed to be feeling this ok around someone, not him. Keith, who barely had friends until college, shouldn’t have someone who could coax him into such a sense of security that he found himself agreeing to do things he’d never thought he’d do.

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at least i've got you in my head

Sleepovers always killed Keith, mostly because being in the same bed as Lance broke his heart every single time. But who was he to say no to his best friend? He'd do whatever he could to be this close to Lance.

He was hopelessly in love with a boy he could never be with. No matter how much he pined and wanted, Keith and Lance would never be together.But Keith didn't care too much, because he'd suffer a million broken hearts just to have the opportunity to be Lance's best friends for as long as the two of them were breathing.

It was painful, one of the worst pains he'd ever experienced, but he'd do it for him. Lance meant that much to him.He was just so damn in love.It broke his heart.

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The Mark of a Lion

Lance has finally saved up enough money to get the tattoo he's been dreaming of for ages, but there is one slight problem. He has no idea where to go for it. So he decides to put his faith in his childhood and current best friend Hunk who recommends him to his neighbor, a great tattoo artist. However, Hunk failed to mention two very important details before Lance went down to the shop: a) he is extremely attractive and completely Lance's type and b) he's a total prick.

The bakery door burst open as Lance marched in with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance marring his normally carefree face. He stomped over to the counter, glad that for once the sweet shop was relatively empty because he had a few strong words to say to the man behind the counter.

“Hunk, what the hell?! How could you let me go in blind like that? I thought that you of all people, my padawan, would know to give a guy a fucking warning!” “Lance, be quiet! And what are you talking about? Did you not like his designs or something?” Lance snorted. “His designs! No, they were gorgeous and guess what? SO, IS HE! You didn’t tell me he was hot!”

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Mail me your Heart (you already got it)

Lance has a hopeless crush on someone who doesn't notice him and goes to his internet friend—Red—for support. Meanwhile, Keith thinks he has no chance with his online friend—Blue—because Blue likes somebody else.

Things are complicated until they’re not, and they find what they're looking for in each other.

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Hold Me Now (Warm My Heart)

“You’re sticking me with a newbie!?” Lance squawks. “Shiro, my guy, you must be joking. A newbie is going to triple my work tonight. I’ll be running around like crazy while trying to teach some slack-jaw to count by fives. I swear, if you…”

“I’ll try not to slow you down too much.”

Keith is a loner who’s had trouble keeping a job for longer than a couple of months. Lance is an exuberant flirt who gets on his last nerve in his latest workplace….and then, not so much.

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darling just hold on

Hunk warned him from the start that something was off about this guy. Lance, of course, didn't listen. Not until he ran into the boy whose pictures he had been sent.

Or

It isn't the first time Keith has had to deal with someone using his profile pictures to catfish someone. It is the first time he falls for the catfish-ee, though.

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This Thing Needs A Name Ch.1

I thought I might share the first chapter of the AU I’m working on with y’all. I’m actually enjoying writing this more than I thought I would. TW: CSA mention (nothing graphic) and brief anxiety attack.

The icy December wind cuts through my clothes as I make my way down 23rd street to The Inked Moose. I hate winter. Especially Chicago winter. If I had any sense, I would’ve driven my car, but I never claimed to be smart. Ask my mama; she’ll say the same thing.

Stepping inside the tattoo shop feels like coming home. I'm more familiar with the bright orange walls, black tile floor, and lime green ceiling than I am with almost any other place in the city. The eclectic décor is mostly local artwork that’s also for sale. Herbert the moose is the exception to the rule. Sporting oversized, green novelty sunglasses, he watches over the lobby from his place behind the front desk. Mardi Gras beads hang from his massive antlers.

I'm too early. I know that. But I'm always early.

Ransom, my regular artist, smiles warmly when he sees me. He’s honestly the most beautiful man in the city. I'm not just sayin’ that ‘cause he does amazing tattoos for me either. I could get lost in those jade eyes of his. I’d love to knot my fingers in that curly black hair of his and kiss him breathless. I’d be lying if I said he isn’t in my fantasies every time I jack off.

I deal with the paperwork and browse the variety of plugs and tunnels in the display case. I could probably do the paperwork in my sleep. I don’t want to bother him while he’s working.

“You know, we’re actually needing help,” the owner, Riley, remarks casually.

“How’d you know I'm needin’ a new job?” I’ve lived here since I was thirteen but I haven’t managed to trade my New Orleans accent for that of Chicago yet.

“I didn’t. I can get you an app while you wait on Ransom. It’s not an artist’s position. You’d be the receptionist. Still interested?”

“Riley, I’d live here if I could.”

Filling out the app takes the perfect amount of time. Ransom’s finished the sketch just as I’ve finished the app.

“Like it?” he asks, toying with his blue Star of David necklace. He does this when he’s nervous. I think it’s cute.

I'm in love with it. The Falcon tattoo looks awesome!

“Let’s do it,” I grin.

I watch eagerly as he sets up. This is when my nerves really set in. He looks perfectly at home here. He hums softly to himself as he gets the inks out. He’s taped a picture of the Falcon to the cabinet so he can match the colors.

“You look terrified,” he remarks.

“I am. This is gonna hurt.” I set my glasses on the guest chair so I don’t send them flying when I take my hoodie and t-shirt off. It makes me nervous for another reason. I'm half-naked with the guy I have a thing for.

Once the transfer’s been placed and my skin’s clean, I lie on my left side in the chair, facing the wall. I have other ink. I’ve gotten all of it from him. But none of it’s been on my ribs.

“So, we might be working together?” he asks, starting his machine.

“Yeah. I'm still going to school too.” I swear I can feel the needles vibrating in my bones. It hurts! I thought it was painful when he tattooed over the tendon in my forearm on my phoenix. Nope, this is worse.

“What happened with the bakery? I thought you were happy. You good?”

“I fucked up. Yeah, I'm good.”

“What’d you do, Kris?”

“Slept with the brother of one of my coworkers. Now the guy’s bein’ a complete jerk to me.”

“You are going to get the crap beat out of you one day for that. What if the guy has a boyfriend and you don’t know it?”

“Well, I guess I'm screwed.”

He chuckles softly at that, a low rumble in his chest.

“I actually wanted to ask you something,” I tell him. I'm starting to get used to the pain. I wish I could watch; watching him do the tattoo helps.

“Oh, yeah? What’s up, buttercup?” Amusement flickers in his eyes.

“I like you.”

“That’s not a question.” He sounds confused. Go me.

“How do you feel about hookups?”

He worries his full lower lip between his teeth for several heartbeats. I’ve gone too far. I’ve screwed up the one good thing I had going for me. He might never want to tattoo me again.

“Friends with benefits?” he asks quietly, wiping off excess ink and rubbing my skin with Vaseline.

“Yeah.”

“Alright, if this is fucked-up, it’s your fault. You completely derailed my brain.” He sighs softly as he touches the needles back to my skin.

“My tattoo or us?”

“Both.”

“You don’t have guys asking to sleep with you all the time?” The idea surprises me. Surely I'm not the only guy who thinks he’s hot.

“Not generally, no. Tonight?”

“Your place or mine?”

“Mine.” A slight smile plays at his lips as he works.

We both lapse into silence for a bit. I can hear Kaiden and Raphael, the other two artists, working on their own respective clients. The buzzing of the machines is a comforting sound to me. Too bad white noise machines don’t have tattoo machine noises as an option; they might actually help me sleep then. The Kids Aren’t Alright plays from the speakers and I hum along to it softly.

“So, which do you like? Top, bottom, or doesn’t matter?” he asks quietly, stirring me from my thoughts.

“Bottom, usually. I don’t mind topping once in a while.”

“That works. I’ve almost got the outside outlined. If you need a break, you tell me, alright? You know that.”

“I'm good for right now.”

“I think they interviewed your sister about being a piercer.”

“You’re kiddin’.”

“Serious as a heart attack. You guys don’t look alike.”

“I look like Mama. She looks like him.” I can’t help the extra emphasis I put on the word. It’s all caps in my head. Has been for years.

“Him being your dad?”

“Yeah. Fuckin’ perverted bastard.”

“Whoa. Chill with the ice before you give me frostbite.” He pauses to scoot closer, leaning over me as he works. I don’t know if it’s the hand a couple inches above my hip or the sudden closeness, but I can’t breathe.

“Break.” I barely choke the word out. He leans back immediately.

“You okay?” He sounds worried.

“Gimme a minute. Please.” Shutting my eyes, I try to remember how to breathe. I don’t need to have an anxiety attack. There’s no reason for me to freak out like this. It’s Ransom. He’s not going to attack me.

“You alright?” he asks gently.

“Anxiety.”

“Did I do it or did what we were talking about do it?”

“I don’t know.” It’s several moments before I can breathe again. He doesn’t complain, though. “You can go ahead.”

“Are you still liking your classes?” He goes back to work.

“They’re not bad. I'm excited to graduate, though.”

“Still planning on opening a bakery?”

“Of course. If I ever don’t want to, I'm probably an alien.”

“Do you wanna just come home with me after my shift?”

“Sounds good.”

I don’t complain of it hurting until he starts filling the tattoo in. The pain is more constant now, more of a pulsing throb in each of my ribs. I don’t ask for another break. I don’t want another break.

I exhale shakily in relief once he’s done. I hadn’t realized how tense I was until my muscles relax.

“You needed another break,” he remarks, cleaning my new ink gently. I flinch each time he touches my tender skin.

“I didn’t want one.”

“You’re impossible.” The smirk’s audible in his voice. “Wanna see it? Can I take a pic?”

It looks awesome! It looks straight out of one of the movies, which makes sense ‘cause that’s where the reference pic came from. I love it.

“You rocked it,” I grin, knocking my knuckles against his. His face lights up at the praise.

He doesn’t say anything until after he takes the picture on his phone.

“I'm glad you like it. Remember your aftercare instructions?” he says, pressing Saniderm sheets over the Vaseline-coated tattoo one sheet at a time.

“I might need an extra set of hands covering it. I think I’ve got them memorized.”

“I’ve got Saniderm at home, but you’ll have to get more salve. Not sharing that.”

“You’re willin’ to fuck me but not share your tattoo salve?” I wince as I slide my shirts back on.

“That’s what condoms are for.”

I dig out my wallet and press a fifty dollar bill into his palm.

“That goes in my new car fund,” he jokes, stuffing it into the front pocket of his tight black skinny jeans.

“I’ll be up front, okay?” I squeeze his hand tentatively. He smiles shyly in response.

I buy a couple little jars of tattoo salve before making myself at home in one of the plush chairs in the lobby. This is my biggest piece so far, so I know I’ll go through a lot of salve.

I glance anxiously at my phone once I get comfortable. I haven’t heard from my family since last weekend when I came out as gay. I’ve sent texts, but all I’ve gotten is radio silence. And it hurts. It twists inside me and wraps around my heart and digs in with little thorns until I can barely stand it. “Ready to go?” Ransom asks, startling me. He’s 6’3” and as silent as a housecat. “Sorry. Are you okay?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” I just want him to fuck me. And then on tomorrow night, Clare and I will go out and I can drink and forget for a little bit.

“You look pretty upset.” He puts on his coat and shoves a red beanie over his curly hair.

“Drop it. Okay?” The good mood I had when I got here has evaporated.

I barely say a word on the drive to his apartment. I might tell him. I might not. I’ll probably tell Clare later; I tell her everything.

“I'm not sure how you like doing this, but I wouldn’t mind spending a little time with you first,” he remarks in the elevator.

“I don’t really care for porn.”

“I was meaning dinner and talking to you. Not just screwing your brains out.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what I need right now.” I sigh in relief when the elevator stops. I just wanna have sex and feel a little less shitty than I do right now.

“Are you mad at me?”

“It’s not you.”

I barely wait until he’s locked the apartment door behind us before I'm kissing him hungrily. I have to stretch to kiss him; he’s almost a foot taller than I am. He hesitates a moment before he kisses me back. His lips taste like pina colada.

“Have you been drinkin’?” I ask, pulling back. I'm not a rapist. I'm not a monster.

“Lip balm. Like it?” He guides me gently to his white couch. I don’t want gentle. Right now, I don’t need gentle.

“Yeah.”

“Kris, if this is some convoluted self-harm thing, we’re not doing anything tonight. I’m not helping you fuck yourself up.”

“I’m already fucked up. I don’t need help.” I glare at him irritably. I wish he’d quit trying to therapize me and get with the screwing.

“What changed? If you think I’m gonna spread nasty rumors or blackmail you or some shit like that, I’m not. I don’t do that.” He traces the outline of my phoenix tattoo with his forefinger.

“I don’t wanna talk about it. Alright? I asked you to drop it, so fuckin’ drop it.” My voice breaks pathetically. Great. Now he’s gonna think I’m moody and pitiful.

“Are you hungry? I’m gonna eat before we do anything, okay?”

“Go ahead. I’m fine.” I haven’t felt like eating for a couple days. I should probably eat something, but it feels like too much effort.

“If you change your mind, just say something.” He squeezes my knee gently before going to the kitchen.

I pull out my phone as soon as he’s gone. Nothing. My messages have been delivered but not answered. I feel like wrapping myself in a blanket and disappearing for a while. Maybe if I’d had some idea this was going to happen, it wouldn’t be as bad. I mean, it’d still be soul-sucking and depressing, but I could’ve at least anticipated. Instead, I’ve been blindsided.

And I feel like absolute crap. He’s nice. Like, he might be the most considerate guy I’ve been with.

“I don’t usually do this,” I murmur, snuggling against him.

“Do what? Stay the night or sleep with your tattoo artist?” He runs his fingers carefully through my hair. Like I might break if he’s anything but gentle.

“Both. I, um, I usually go home. After—After what happened, it’s hard for me to stay the night. Plus, I don’t exactly have the greatest taste in men. No offense. You’re great.” I tense as I wait for him to pepper me with questions. I don’t like talking about why I live in Chicago and not New Orleans. Why I don’t feel safe ever going back. Why I have nightmares so bad I wake up screaming. I don’t want to explain. I don’t feel like explaining. But he’ll ask, so I’ll answer.

“Is there anything I can do to make it less scary? You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

I raise up to stare at him in shock.

“You’re serious?” I whisper.

“Of course.” He brushes his thumb gently along my cheekbone.

“This wasn’t what I expected.”

“The sex or me wanting to help you?”

“The last one.” I go back to lying against his chest.

I hadn’t expected him to care about how big of a deal this is to me. It’s kind of nice.

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[logans-chestnuts]

As You Are, Part 10

Pairing: Logan x Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut

Gorgeous artwork by: @giggleberts​

Part 9

You talked for a couple more hours before you forced Logan to go to sleep. Between the time difference, the stress of traveling and your emotional upheaval, he had slept very little. You also decided to take a nap since you hadn’t slept much either.

You talked about whatever came to mind. Your childhoods, schooling, religion, politics, and even jokingly argued over baby names, settling on Hermione for a girl (Logan was not a fan) and Thor for a boy (you were pretty sure he was kidding).

Kate called during Logan’s sleep-break and you updated her. She was worried for you, of course. You were honestly at peace. You just had an instinctive affinity for this man. He felt like he was meant to be, corny as it seemed.

You had been in relationships, a couple serious ones, one you had almost married in college. This was different. In a week you had reached a level of caring with Logan that you didn’t achieve in a couple years with another man.

You were pretty much in love with him.

The rest of Saturday and Sunday morning went like that, until you made Logan get some real sleep before he went to Aoki Monday morning. You gave him a wake up video call so that you could see sleepy Logan. He tried to seduce you and you declined.

“I can’t wait to see you, angel,” he said in his sexy morning voice with that sexy smirk.

“I hope you get everything wrapped up today. I need to feel you.”

“I need to fuck you,” he said with typical Logan candor.

“Yeah, that too,” you said with a laugh. “Except for me it will be almost making love.”

“Almost? I got upgraded again?”

“Yeah, love. You did.”

“I think you did, too. You’re beyond anyone ever before. But I think you were from day one.”

“You, too. Aren’t we gross?” you said with a laugh.

“Totally nauseating. I love you.”

You gasped, utterly speechless.

“Fuck. Forget I said that, I didn’t mean to tell you like that. I was going to buy you flowers and take you out someplace romant –”

“Logan!” you interrupted. “I don’t need all that stuff! I just need…you.”

“Need?”

“Need. Love, adore, lust for, like, want…that clear?”

Logan let out a deep sigh. “I didn’t mean to say it, but Y/N I mean it. I have never said it to a woman before. You’re it.”

“I said it once before. And I didn’t even know what the word meant. Until you.”

“I almost threw up when I said that.”

You laughed. “Thanks, babe. Just what every woman wants to hear. You silver-tongued devil, you!”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do, love, babe, boo, sweet cheeks, darling, honey, hot stuff.”

“Hot stuff?”

“Oh my God, so hot.”

“Yeah?” he asked with a giant, arrogant grin.

“You know you’re gorgeous and you know I think so.”

“But do you know you’re the most beautiful woman in the world? And I want you more than anyone ever?” he said earnestly. “And not just for sex. I want to talk to you and laugh with you and go places and…live my life with you.”

“This is so crazy,” you said, disbelief in your voice. “Did we just tell each other…did we just use the L word in a sentence?”

“I did. You just listed it with other words and left me to draw conclusions.”

“I love you!”

“There we go,” he said with a big, satisfied smile. “When I get home I’m going to tell you in person and then I’m going to show you in every way there is.”

“I can’t wait, Logan.”

Logan glanced down and saw the time, letting out a disheartened sigh. “I gotta go, babe. Get this shit over so I can get home to you. Get some sleep coz when I get home you won’t, OK?”

You laughed and said, “Promises, promises. Good luck, love. Have a great day and let me know what happens. Call me whenever.”

“Ok. Love you,” he said, his voice still a bit hesitant.

“I love you, Logan. Only you, always you.”

He smiled, blew you a kiss and logged out.

You spent the rest of the evening getting clothes ready for work and then went to bed early in hopes of losing sleep during the night when Logan called. He didn’t call until his now usual wake-up call, and his voice was filled with frustration.

“Babe, Aoki blew me off all day. He’s supposedly been in meetings. Something is fucking fishy and nobody will talk to me. I even tried to call my father and he isn’t in. I don’t know what to do.”

“Shhh sweetie it’s OK. We’ll be fine. I have you forever, I can wait another day to see you.”

“I’m tired of fucking waiting. I’ve waited my whole life.”

“Baby, I’m here. I love you. We’re we. OK?”

Logan sighed, but his voice was still tense when he answered. “OK. We can do this.”

“We can do this. You’re worth the wait.”

“You sure about that?”

“Are you sure I am?”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

“And so am I. Now stop asking fucking stupid questions,” you said with mock ferocity. “Logan, you will be home soon and we’ll be together. OK?”

“OK.”

“Do you have a meeting time at all?”

“No, his assistant keeps putting me off. If I don’t hear something first thing tomorrow I’m just coming home. I am not up for their fucking games,” he said angrily. “But you need to get ready for work, huh?”

You looked at your clock. “Yeah. I expected you to call during the night.”

“I didn’t want to wake you up with no news. I knew you wouldn’t go back to sleep.”

“That was considerate. Wanna see my tits?”

Logan gave an unexpected shout of laughter. “Thanks, babe, but I think this would be a bad time for me to be horny. Anger and lust are a bad blend for me.”

“I will remember that.”

“I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

“OK. I love you,” you said almost shyly, as if the numerous confessions of your mutual love hadn’t happened yesterday and you were saying it for the first time in fear of rejection.

“Hey, I love you, too.”

“It will be OK.”

“Bye.”

“Bye, love.”

You got ready for work and got into the office with a couple minutes to spare, shot Logan a text to reassure him that everything would be OK and put on some music to listen to while you got busy. You hadn’t heard back from him and were hoping that meant that he was having a late meeting with the businessman to clear up whatever issue had arisen with his work.

You heard the door to the office open and did your lean-check to see if the receptionist was in place, saw her chair occupied and went about your business, wistfully remembering the last time you had done that and been surprised with Logan’s embrace. You knew that was impossible this time and therefore went back to your work, unconcerned with the visitor.

“Y/N, could you come to the conference room?” you heard a few minutes later.

“Sure, be right there,” you said.

You grabbed a legal pad and pen, hopped up and went to see what your boss needed.

When you reached the conference room and stepped in, you saw the visitor for the first time. You smiled in greeting and said, “Hello.”

The visitor was a beautiful older woman. She looked to be in her forties, but her eyes gave her at least ten to fifteen more years. There was a calculating wisdom to them that a younger person just couldn’t have achieved.

She looked you over, sniffed with disdain, then said to your boss, “You may go.”

Your boss looked completely intimidated and left the room as quickly as possible.

“Sit.”

Not knowing what was happening here, you sat in the chair farthest from her.

“Now, Y/N, I don’t bite.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ma’am? You are a polite little peasant, aren’t you?”

“Excuse me?” you said with your eyebrows raised.

“So you do have a backbone. How delightful,” she said with a vicious smile. She then slid a manilla envelope over to you and said, “Here. Have a look.”

You picked up the envelope, opened it and pulled out a sheaf of papers. As you looked through them, you found numerous grant requests that you had submitted to various foundations all over the city, and each one was stamped ‘Rejected.’

You looked up in alarm. “What is this?” you asked, confused. “Who are you?”

“Don’t you see the family resemblance, dear?” she asked with false kindness.

Then you saw it: the shape of her face, the willowy height, the high cheekbones. “Mrs. Delos.”

She merely nodded regally.

“Shall I take it you object to Logan’s relationship with me?”

“Relationship?” she laughed. “Oh, darling, Logan doesn’t have relationships. Logan has whores, and you’re merely the latest.”

You straightened your spine and said, “That may have been true in the past, but Logan cares for me.”

“They all say that. Did he use the, ‘I’ve never felt this way before’ speech this time? That’s a favorite of his,” she said as she saw that her words hit the mark. Of course, she was just guessing that he had said it because she suspected it was true. She had several other lies in place in case she missed with her first effort. This girl was different, and really seemed to love Logan. Angela would need to bring her A game.

“Now, I know how my son can be. You aren’t the first little mess I’ve had to clean up for him. Do you think you’re pregnant?”

You shook your head no, completely in a daze.

“So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going on a vacation. You will have no further contact with my son, because I don’t want to have to pay for any more abortions.”

A tear slipped down your cheek. “No. Logan loves me.”

“Love?” she sneered. “Logan doesn’t know the meaning of the word.”

“Maybe because you never showed him.”

She smiled coldly. “Be that as it may. You will go on a vacation. You will have no further contact with my son.”

“I will until I hear this from him.”

“Then unfortunately your stubbornness will take down this company, your parents, your friends, your siblings. Delos is powerful. Do you really think one little nothing like you can take me on?”

“You’re that scared of me?”

She laughed in your face. “Make no mistake, I don’t fear you. I hold you in contempt and want you gone. You’re fishing in deep waters, dear. Best be sure you don’t get in over your head.

“Logan will never love you, and he will certainly never marry you. So, if this is your plan to land a big fish, I’m afraid it isn’t going to work.”

She stood and straightened imaginary wrinkles from her bespoke suit. If nothing else, Logan got his fashion sense from her. “Be gone by this time tomorrow. I don’t care where you go, but go for a month. Your employer has agreed that your 'work’ can be done remotely. I will let him know when it is acceptable for you to return.”

With that, she turned and left.

You sat in stunned silence, tears streaming down your face, sobs wracking your body. You didn’t know if she was lying and it didn’t matter. She had threatened everyone you cared about if you didn’t do as she said.

Logan returned your text, letting you know that after all this wasted time it was a simple misunderstanding that could have been cleared up in a phone call with anyone but Aoki. He was coming home as soon as he arranged flights and he would be wherever you were when he landed. Could you take a few days off work?

You sobbed as you read the messages, emptying your desk into a printer paper box. You needed to figure out where you were going to go for a month.

Janine and Rachel tried to find out what had happened but you merely went about your tear-filled business. Your boss stayed in his office with the door closed.

You finished filling the box with your career, not knowing when or if you would ever return. If Logan’s mother was to be believed, you would be able to return to your old life once Logan had moved on to his next whore.

Did he love you? You really searched your soul. You wanted to believe he could, but really, why would he? He was handsome, wealthy, powerful – truly a big fish. And you were…well, a peasant. His mother’s story made more sense than yours.

You went home to pack. You didn’t know where you were going but you supposed you would need clean underwear when you got there.

Part 11

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Love in the time of Impeachment.

—New Choose Love boxes at half off if you like!

First Tuesday in November! KY, VA, MS, and more get out the vote! For the rest of us it’s time to get talking 11.3.2020. We still don’t fully know what happened with the last presidential election. How the Republican Party sold out to Fox and its owners and ultimately arrived on the same page as Russia is one for the history books to work out.

What we do know is that Election Day 11.3.2020 will be the most important election of our lifetimes where we will finally be given the opportunity to put right all that went wrong four years earlier. Election Day 2020 will be our chance to prove that America isn’t done being America yet. What’s at stake in these next 12 months is no less than the very Soul of America. Let's use this clear vision year of 2020 to add another great chapter to the history of our county. So many have given so much to give us, and the world, this gift that is America. The goodness that is America, and the hope it brings, simply cannot be allowed to perish. Not on our watch.

We each must find our way to use our voice to share what this election means to all those we think will listen and maybe even some who we don’t think will listen. People can surprise you. For us at Penzeys our next step is our new Choose Love Gift Boxes. From the Penzey family artwork to the words on the Choose Love cards inside to all of the amazing spices in between, I like them a lot.

In this day when the Republican Party has been overtaken by corruption and cruelty, the Choose Love boxes may well hold what we hope to be the message for our time. When it comes to children and schools -Choose Love. When it comes to protecting our environment-Choose Love. When it comes to how we treat any one of us who finds ourelves outside of any majority-Choose Love. These are wonderful boxes and for their introduction, through Wednesday at midnight Pacific they are half-price if you so choose.

Or full price, too. A week ago I got an email not quite like one I’ve seen before and I get lots of emails. It was from a couple who, after reading in their newspaper about what we are trying to do to with our “Impeachment ads” on Facebook, drove a long way to visit one of our stores. They sent a photo of the twelve jars they purchased (they don’t shy away from spicy). But they also purchased a $100 gift card “that may or may not be redeemed” to support what we are trying to do. Very cool. Very-very cool, but please if you want to support us, one way or another please-please put that gift card to use.

People enjoying tasty food and conversation around the dinner table are where the real change our country needs will be set in motion. We are what we are because our customers have shown us the value in caring about others and all the goodness that caring sets in motion. The holidays are almost upon us. It would mean so much to us if you could use this holiday season to share the seasonings that help us set more of the kindness and caring of cooking in motion.

So for full-price Choose Love boxes click here: https://www.penzeys.com/shop/gift-boxes?giftBoxCategory=163

And for half-price Choose Love boxes click here: https://www.penzeys.com/shop/gift-boxes?giftBoxCategory=167

It’s your choice and I’m expecting and hoping to see most go at half price. You being able to give twice as many people a Choose Love Box with its Choose Love message card is a really good thing. But if you are going to buy just one of the big 15-jar boxes for your mom and money isn’t that big of an issue, please go right ahead and pay full price and we will put the difference to good use. Or maybe a 25% discount is more your style; buy one at half price and one at full price and there you go.

Yes, this offer is also good in our stores. At checkout just let the friendly Penzeys person helping you know which price works for you. If you are purchasing online at penzeys.com here is the link again for half-prices boxes $14.90—$29.90: https://www.penzeys.com/shop/gift-boxes?giftBoxCategory=167

And for full priced Choose Love boxes $29.95 to $59.95: https://www.penzeys.com/shop/gift-boxes?giftBoxCategory=163

And seriously, honestly, there is no judgment here. We trust you to know what is right for you. These are pretty wonderful boxes, you are pretty wonderful people, the combination of you giving one of these boxes to someone you care about gives us the real chance to grow what we do. Please use the discount to give as many as you can to those you know. Thanks.

And even if you aren’t in a place to spend money right now please check out our Choose Love card that comes with each box and says things like: “...And at the end of the day we ask you to CHOOSE LOVE because someone somewhere tonight needs America to be for them, too.” To see the card just click here: https://www.penzeys.com/media/8994/choose-love.pdf

And if you haven’t signed up for our Penzeys email list now is a great time to take the plunge. Our emails are where all the fun is and we can do so much more with links and great images of tasty food. Plus it saves us a ton of money when it comes to reaching you, freeing us up to spread further and wider our message of all the good set in motion when you care about others. Your likes, comments and shares make a real difference in these times. But signing up for our list and encouraging others to do the same is the most valuable thing you can do to counter those who want to shout us down for speaking the truth about what’s happened to the Republican Party.

To sign up for Penzeys email list just click this link. It is surprisingly easy: http://spices.penzeys.com/voice.html

And if you were on our email list Monday morning you would have received these two letters under the subject line of: 2 Letters—What making a difference looks like. And with the header of: 1)“a senior executive at a fortune 200 company” with an F-Bomb! 2) a good person.

1: Bill,

I’m pretty middle of the road politically - your post is the most ridiculous thing I have ever read from the CEO of a consumer company. I’m a senior executive at a fortune 200 company and can’t imagine what kind of a person would write such nonsensical garbage ... Bill, respectfully, you grind nutmeg. I can buy spices from anyone and so can everyone else - we’re done, everyone I know is done with you. My family all lives in the Midwest and my spice rack is literally full of Penzey’s. I am literally dumping it into the garbage and will never step foot into your store again after reading such insane left wing nonsense. And then curating the comments to make people look supportive - come on. Regardless of your political views, in middle America, running a consumer products company - you’re seriously a f*****g idiot.

Best of luck!

2: Dear Bill,

I just wanted to let you know that there are Republicans in America who are NOT Trump supporters, or as I like to claim Human Scum, as per The Donald. I’ve been a Republican all my life and never liked Trump. He is completely without morals, a horrible business man, and totally narcissistic. He isn’t a true Republican and I just can’t understand how the Republicans let him co-opt the Party.

Thank you for risking profits by taking a stand against this dangerous, corrupt, and criminal President and his sycophants.

Sincerely,

Steve F.

In the first letter the f*****g was our doing; he really did spell it all out. With our email, where we can make anything a link, we made the ***** part of the word a clickable link that leads straight to the half-priced 9-jar Choose Love Box, so you could click on the literal obscenity of our times and turn it into a gift of Love for someone who still might go either way in next year’s election.

It’s not as much fun, but you could still find the half-priced ($19.90) 9-jar for giving here ***** https://www.penzeys.com/online-catalog/choose-love-9-jar-gift-box-promotional-price/c-24/p-3255/pd-gb

Or if you wanted to really show him, you could send the full-priced ($39.95) 9-jar version which does actually qualify for free regular shipping here #@*%! https://www.penzeys.com/online-catalog/choose-love-9-jar-gift-box/c-24/p-3253/pd-gb

Trust us, we will find a way to put the difference of those boxes sold at full price to good use. But seriously, the best possible outcome to this offer is you giving these Choose Love boxes to twice as many people this holiday season. These are really nice boxes and if you want to reach as many people as economically as possible, right now is the time to visit penzeys.com and do it. These boxes hold the secret recipe of how capitalism can join the fight in the defense of democracy. Make other businesses envious of the success we are having and watch how the world changes overnight.

And in all the fun and excitement please don’t forget Steve F. And his letter. The times are changing. Yes, some are doing all they can to make sure the cruelty and corruption that have taken hold of the Republican Party in this time of unlimited political spending never let go. But the Steves of America are the real story, they are the ones with the power to move the polls. And I did share with the author of the first letter that at the time of his email our previous post did indeed have 4,300 angry faces and 6,400 mean laughing faces, but it also had 133,000 likes and 28,800 loves. Kindness really is the currency of Cooks.

And please don’t give up on all conservatives and republicans. People can surprise you. Many have never supported this administration or what their party has become and have finally reached that point where they refuse to stay quiet any longer. Please send these people some love. Imagine if compassionate conservatism made a comeback but this time left behind pretending privilege doesn’t exist. Positive feedback is everything. Don’t miss this chance to give them some.

And to those who fell for the Fox propaganda and voted for all this, please don’t make your vote a life sentence. Just take responsibility for your actions, find your way to make amends and move on. It’s not so hard. The power to become something better has always been in your hands. Please use it. Act now. Don’t delay.

Thanks for having the kindness to cook. Thanks for letting us be us. Your support makes us possible,

Bill

[email protected]

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UCLA Radio Show of the Quarter, Fall 2018: Crate Digging

Anna Kondratyeva interviews Jess from Crate Digging

First of all, what IS crate digging?

Crate digging is basically going to record stores and you’re just like...digging through these milk crates and just trying to find records, either ones that seem obscure or ones that you’re just trying to use for sampling, making beats, or just albums or tracks that you’re looking to put in a DJ mix. For the hip-hop genre, it was a lot more focused on creating beats, so like breaks and loops and actually producing music, while for DJs it was more like “okay, I need to find something to play tonight so I’m going to go to a record store and look through some crates, and the vinyl that I find are gonna be what I play tonight.”

So what started your fascination with sampling? I feel like as far as radio show ideas go, this is pretty niche.

I was always interested in electronic music in general, and so when I found out that the producers I really liked, like Daft Punk, were playing music that wasn’t originally theirs, and that most of their tracks were just samples from songs that came out in like the 70s, it was really surprising to me. I wanted to find out how many artists I loved did that--- how are they able to use this track and barely alter it at all. The cool thing about sampling is that a genre like rock can turn into hip-hop which can then be sampled and turned into electronic music, and through that process, you’re just adding more layers to it. You can basically trace the history of three different genres just by looking closely at a song that uses sampling, and to me, that’s really fascinating.

Do you think there are any ethical issues with sampling? I just heard recently that Kanye was sued for his use of other artists’ songs in his music.

I think sampling becomes a problem once you’re not giving recognition to the original song, and you’re doing it in kind of a sly way, where you just want to take someone else’s music and not give credit. But also, people say about artists like Kanye “oh, he doesn’t play any musical instruments, he can’t be all that talented, can he?” But in my opinion, you have to really have a good ear to know how to layer different genres of music, and the skill of having that musical knowledge to pull from is just as “full of talent “as actually playing an instrument.

That’s really interesting! I was really conflicted about this issue before we spoke, but when you explain it, it really does make sense. Continuing on, how do you find the music that you feature on your show?

Okay, well I have two segments of the show. One of them is “Guess that Sample,” where I play an original song until the audience can have that moment of “oh! I’ve heard this before,” and guess the contemporary song that sampled it. The second portion of the show is the crate digging portion, where I play songs from stuff I’ve found at record stores, or that a friend showed me, or even from Discover Weekly on Spotify, just in general any songs that I’ve found that I thought were hidden gems. These are songs that I feel like I would sample if I was a DJ or a producer---all these obscure tracks that I love.

Maybe you should be a DJ!

I actually bought a controller a few months ago to learn how to DJ and I’m okay at it, I’m not bad, but I still have a long ways to go in terms of actually learning how to make sound.

Okay, so tune in in a couple months to hear Jess become a DJ.

Yeah!

You’ve haven’t had your show for that long, but how do you feel like it’s evolved since you first started it-- when it was just an idea?

Yeah, I’ve always been interested in sampling and finding eclectic sources of music, but recently my episodes have just been about focusing on a single genre. For example, two weeks ago my show was just on hip-hop, and I just focused on how artists have taken genres like jazz and funk and repurposed them into hip-hop beats. I don’t know, maybe next quarter I just want to do crate digging on a single genre of music. I want to be able to really get into musical history and look at the sources and really trace the lineage of a single style, or a single sub-genre, or a single practice. Like I could focus on like turntable-ism, and how DJs were sampling and playing all these different vinyl at once because they were scratching and mixing them together. So sometimes I feel like getting more niche I guess, and more narrow, but then at the same time just having a general show just called “Crate Digging” gives me the freedom to play whatever I want to play.

You don’t want to feel limited.

Yeah, I’ve been constantly toying with the idea of whether to go more narrow or more broad, but for now I decided that that Crate Digging should really mirror being in a record store---you can go to one section and browse that, or you can just bounce around and try to crate dig anywhere.

I feel like people don’t really do that anymore! I mean, going to record stores and just browsing for tracks is pretty rare nowadays.

I’ve been trying to really stop myself from relying solely on music streaming services to find new music because I feel like it really stops me from listening to an entire album from start to finish. When I go to record stores and I see an album that I recognize as something that I want to get, I know that I will listen to the entire thing, I will read the liner notes, I will look at the artwork, I’ll hold it. And I won’t forget about it, because it’s there, it’s physically there! So I feel like I’ve been trying to resort to those practices.

That’s something we really lose out on now, I think.

When I was a kid I had so many CDs! I had vinyl, cassettes, everything. I knew those albums like the back of my hand. So I hate that I now have more musical knowledge but at the same time, it’s also more shallow because I only listen to a few tracks from a bunch of artists. Now, when finding music it’s usually like “well, these are the artist’s top 5 songs so I guess I’ll just listen to these.” In a way, that really takes away from the artists’ creative concept for an album, because you’re just plucking one track from the story they’re trying to tell. You’re not thinking about the artist who made the artwork or about the other extra little details in an album. Crate digging forces me to do all of that, to look for music in an organic way.

In a way, artists also realize that’s been devalued, so in a sense, it almost seems like why bother making a full-length album, why bother telling a story if people aren’t going to listen to all of it.

Yeah, exactly! What’s up with that trend with artists releasing albums that are like, 20 minutes long? I miss the time when you could get a full hour and 15 minutes of an album, and it was this long-awaited thing---like, I will wait if it means quality music! But if listeners don’t really care about that stuff, then there’s no incentive for artists or producers to really care either, which kind of puts a consumerist spin on the whole thing.

You mentioned hip-hop and electronic music, but do you think there are any other genres that crate digging could potentially apply to?

Okay, honestly I feel like crate digging should apply to every genre, but I think the practice of crate digging is what develops your taste, because by looking for music and seeing what you like, and trying out different albums and pulling from them, obscure sources and whatnot, instead of just blindly accepting music, is what every artists and musician should do to create their own unique taste. That’s one of the most important things that any artist can have. Historically, hip-hop and electronic music have been at the forefront of using technology, taking songs apart, cutting and pasting tracks,

That’s interesting because you can argue that that’s where music is going, that all genres are going to be extremely influenced by technology in the future.

I even think that because of how much technology we have, it makes genres themselves seem so arbitrary because musicians now are not limited to the instruments they play and can take use material from any genre and place it into what they are creating. All these genre lines become so blurred.

To wrap things up, do you have any advice for people that are trying to start their own show?

Start it from a place of passion! Don’t start a show unless it’s from a theme or topic that you’re really deeply caring about. Because having listeners and having support is great, it’s really really nice, but that comes from you just starting from a place of passion for your show. School gets stressful and life gets crazy, but if you love the music you’re playing and you want to share it with other people, it’s never a burden. So yeah! Pick music that you really love.

Lastly, if you were a cactus, what kind of cactus would you be?

I’m thinking of like the big round ones that are like big pillow looking things...

I’m looking at cacti images right now, and I believe you’re thinking of a golden barrel cactus.

That’s me! Is it low to the ground? I don’t like heights, and I’m very grounded with earth, so definitely not a person who likes being up high.

That wraps up our interview! Tune in to Uclaradio.com at 11am every Thursday if you want to hear Jess talk more about sampling, cool record store finds, and the history of songs you never knew had a history.

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