#viz whisper

[blairpuffs]

i should just post selfies but with my face censored by the lesbian flag

#HELP #viz whisper

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 19, Unfriended - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, heartache, bag of dicks.

Word Count: 848

Previously On...: That fucking fuck fucking fucked the fucking fuck.

A/N: I maintain my "previously on" makes perfect sense and is completely understandable. And that's why 'fuck' is the most versatile word of all time.

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You felt your resolve crumbling the closer you got to the conference room. With each step you took, your righteous anger morphed a little closer to soul-destroying sorrow.

"I just can't believe Bucky would do this to you," Wanda said as she walked alongside you. "He loves you so much. Everyone can see it."

"Apparently not enough to keep his cock out of places it doesn't belong," Nat growled.

"Natasha!" Wanda scolded. "Not helping."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not just going to sit here and pretend that this dipshit didn't just betray our best friend in the absolute worst way possible," she argued. "I will fucking kill him."

"How do you want to go forward with this, Pocket?" Wanda asked. "We'll follow whatever lead you take, right Natasha?" She cast a pointed look in Nat's direction.

You shook your head, not knowing how you were going to go forward, how you were going to keep living knowing what Bucky had done. "I don't know how to live without him," you whispered.

"You're not seriously thinking of forgiving that scumbag?" Natasha asked you, incredulous.

"No, I'm not saying that at all. It's just..." You let out a shuddering breath. "Why is this happening? What did I do?"

"Oh, honey," Wanda said, wrapping her arms around you. "You didn't do anything. He's a man and men are idiots."

“Viz an idiot, too?” you asked, managing to find the strength to give her a small smile. “Ah, but see,” Wanda said, grinning at you, “Viz isn’t a man. He’s a sentient android with anatomical male… attributes.”

That earned a chuckle from you, and Wanda beamed, pleased she’d been able to cheer you up, no matter how briefly it lasted.

Your phone buzzed in Nat's hands; you’d asked her to hold onto, afraid that you’d answer one of Bucky’s calls in a moment of weakness. "He's calling again," she said, holding the device out as though it would catch on fire. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just decline the call," you begged. "I... I can't talk to him right this second."

"No, of course not," Wanda soothed. "But sweetie, you are going to have to confront him at some point. You can't just hide from him forever. The Tower's not that big, and he’s going to be at this meeting."

You closed your eyes and tried to take a centering breath. It didn't help. "I know, trust me, I know. I just... I just don't know how to do this. I've never had my heart broken like this before. I thought he was it. I thought this was forever."

"Hey," Nat stopped in front of you, taking both your hands in her own, "you can do this. You are amazing, the smartest woman and one of the best people I know, and if Barnes can't see that, that's his fucking loss. You deserve better than someone who can't see what he had right in front of him. And if he can have his head so easily turned by Jade Fucking Carthage?" She spat the name out. "He's an idiot and they deserve each other."

You found yourself nodding along with what she was saying.

"And if you find yourself feeling down, and wanting him back," she continued, "remember that this son of a bitch fucked her TWICE on a mission while you were stuck home, puking your guts out."

As she spoke, you felt your agony seep out of you, replaced once again with white hot rage. Nat was right. Bucky Barnes was a fucking asshole. You'd already wasted the last year and a half on him and you'd be damned if you were going to waste a second more. You took the pain you felt and buried it, deep down with all the other pain life had dealt you, far below the surface where it could no longer reach you. Not the best coping mechanism, but it had gotten you through life so far. You took a deep breath.

"You're right," you said to Nat. "Fuck him. I gave him everything I had, and this is what I get in return? No. He can choke on a bag of dicks for all I care. He's dead to me."

"That's my girl!" grinned Nat.

"Pocket, are you sure that's the best way to go about this?" Wanda asked gently. "Maybe you should sit down and talk to him."

"No," you said, perhaps a little too forcefully, "he lost his chance at a conversation when he failed to tell me the truth and tried to get his skank to cover for him. I told him that I could take anything except for lies, and he did it anyway. I don't owe him shit."

The three of you finally approached the doors to the conference room. "You going to be able to do this?" Nat asked you.

"Yes. I can do this. Just..." you sighed, "just don't let him near me, okay?"

Nat and Wanda shared a look. "I think that, between the two of us, we can manage that," Nat said.

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[all-things-normaler]

i wanna write fanfics but i'm not sure how to keep everyone in character and to write normal dialogue. do you have any advice? thank you!

Okay so, I've written fanfiction and roleplayed for nine years, and I know it's scary and hard at first, but eventually with enough practice, writing will become as easy as breathing air.

First thing I do is envision the scene in my mind, like a movie! What's the setting? The mood? What kind of characters are here? What's the plot? Materialize all of this in your brain and do not force yourself to make dialogue, it'll come up to you naturally. Think of yourself as the actor for all these characters, feel their emotions, study their motives, backgrounds, passions and even body mannerisms.

If you're dealing with a pairing or characters that correlate with each other, try to think. What are their similarities and opposites? Are they really all that similar or is it one or two few traits? This is where the Venn Diagram comes in! That's the method I've been taught at school, and honestly, I could make a list but the Venn Diagram helps me visualize things better. To be honest I have sharp memory to things I'm fixated in, so I don't do it physically, but it's very useful! And YES, while studying these characters annotate everything that could be useful in writing dialogue.

Do they have an accent? A lisp? Is there any vocabulary depending of where they were raised?

I have things to say about these things in dialogue and the first two are more personal and up to my taste.

Personally when people write "accents" that aren't like Country or Irish accents that actually have different words in the vocabulary, when you replace the letters to make the "sound" and in a way create new words, not only does it look messy, it IS messy to read! It's an unfortunate phenomenon in the Team Fortress 2 Fandom lol.

EXAMPLE: "Viz is not good. Vhat was a vad decision."

For these instances, use regional words and spellings for the dialogue, it says much more than what I've told you. Are they british? Use words like "favourite" instead of "favorite" etc. Trust me, the readers aren't dumb people, you can do ONE paragraph describing that your character has an accent and they would understand.

I think my gripe against that style of writing isn't only aesthetically but also because I'm bilingual (my native tongue being Spanish) so honestly, it would look a little offensive reading a fanfiction where my type of accent is typed like that.

When writing bilingual people ALSO avoid this:

Like prideling said, that one's a big example of what bilingual people do. Even in their own native language! I constantly forget to say "accurate" in Spanish lmao.

And we do not "switch" languages, we aren't Dora The Explorer. We can greet and talk normally to people. Only times I'd say bilinguals happen to jump back at their native tongue accidentally it's when they're surprised? It's happened to me, but for a very short time. Bilingual readers prefer to be represented with the struggles of knowing two languages and showcasing their culture throughout descriptive paragraphs over anything.

Anyway, moving on... DIALOGUE!

This is a classic. Do NOT get comfortable with the verb said. Try using other words like: exclaimed, announced, warned, shouted, whispered, etc!

The more you write, the more you'll learn about these verbs, adverbs and adjectives and it'll come handy tremendously. We don't want to have too much repetition do we?

I am also handing you this emotion wheel that will be incredibly useful if you're starting writing:

Speaking of repetition... Remember that thing I said about studying your characters? Try to avoid too much repetition of one word between the two characters. As you may have noticed people have a cadence and ways of speaking. If you do that a lot, people will break from the immersion and think it's you who's talking, not the character.

Another classic! SHOW, DON'T TELL.

If you're into writing, you'll probably have heard this saying before. All writers have committed this sin when they started writing, using adverbs and adjectives too obsessively instead of narrating how the character feels.

Is your character anxious? How about instead of doing:

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! What am I supposed to do now!?” He anxiously exclaimed.

We do...

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He tightly gripped onto his jet black hair and ripped it from his scalp into shreds. Pain was the last thing he cared about when a bigger torture was on his mind. His chest constricted, his lungs having less oxygen filled with hot air. The corners of his eyes burned, and his brain constantly banged to the corners of his skull begging to free it from this horrible outcome. The man started to lose his senses, he couldn't smell the horrible stench from his machines, or feel the bottom of his feet anxiously walking in circles, his fingers were getting tingly and numb. Onceler couldn't even see the insides of his destroyed mansion and the deforestation he caused from his window. All of it was a blur and too much too handle, the weight of his actions fell into his mind and stomach, forever scarred and stuck like that last stump in the middle of what used to be a vibrant Truffula Tree forest.

“What am I supposed to do now!?” He scratched his knotted throat as loud as he could, ripping his vocal chords. It didn't matter if he could hear himself now, he didn't listen to his real soul in the past, and now, no one will listen to him now. No matter how much he begged for help.

Alright, that was a little big example there haha! But you get it right? Here's a picture to help you visualize better.

Mind you, the first example isn't bad to use! Just don't constantly use it. It's good to show a story throughout the actions of your character!

Alright, what else... what else... oh yes!

Be mindful of spellchecking bots!

I'll be honest to you, I do use them! They come incredibly handy because sometimes I mess up verbs or I just simply add too many spaces or create typos without meaning to! But remember that bots are bots, and at the end of the day they don't have humanity. They're AI. Therefore, these bots might make suggestions to change certain words because they don't recognize it as part of the vocabulary, but if you do click on everything they suggest, your dialogue will become very robotic and lacking of stylization. Keep those peepers open!

Use a beta reader?

I never had one. To me, writing is a very personal thing and for me to have one, they would have to share the same fandom that I'm writing of to be trustworthy. Beta Readers can be useful because they can point out mistakes other than spelling ones. Something the bots CANNOT do. They can point out weird things in dialogue, plot holes, etc.

Learn of your narration voice.

The way you narrate is your brush strokes of art but in writing! What type of a narrator are you? The unreliable type? The classic? Or just a narrator with a god complex? Have fun with that! And remember, if you want to narrate not as a narrator or yourself but as one of the characters, REMEMBER to study the character. Basically, the first tip I gave you.

Stuttering.

Don't overuse it. And we don't always stutter like: "b-b-but!" NO! Instead, try slurring the words, and adding ellipsis (the three dots ...)

Not only is it more realistic, but it looks better on writing.

This image is something I struggle with too, but it'll be useful to see it now!

Honestly, my path for writing has been rocky and I raw-dogged this shit, so it's an honor being able to help you! If you ever have any doubts keep coming here! I love to get in more depth, but I've been making this post for like an hour already!

I think that's all I can give you for now! Lots of people that have read my fanfics and roleplays have pointed out that dialogue is my forte! It's rather flattering. As always, I don't give tips or boast about my writing without evidence, so here's a snippet of a Normaler fanfic I'm writing:

“I brought you some things. Water and a towel. Hopefully that's enough.” She handed him the materials and he gladly took them, opening the water bottles and damping the towels.

“Thanks. It's tomatoes. I doubt there's a lot to get me dirty with those.” He chuckled awkwardly, before rushing to rub the towel against his cheek.

Norma smiled, raising her eyebrows.

“I take it that you're a foreigner?”

“You can tell?”

“Your accent. Yeah.” Norma stretched her legs as she sat next to him. “You're one of those cowboys?” She grinned back at the man.

The Once-ler laughed, and my... did he have a goofy laugh. Not what she expected.

“I wish. It sounds like fun, but where I come from, rural life is pretty boring.” He continued to rub the towel against his clothes.

“Greenville doesn't like foreigners.” She explained bluntly. “They always come here with bad intentions.” She furrowed her eyebrows with a teasing smirk, causing the Once-ler to dramatically gasp, a hand on his chest.

“B-But I ain't coming here with bad intentions!”

#writing tips #ask

[corruptlight]

Oh, My Love - A SWTOR Story

In which the Commander gets stabbed on Nathema instead of Theron Shan.

Its me back on my bullshit instead of sleeping (help) and I've been in SWTOR brainrot for a long while now and I keep thinking and creating stories based off my silly little swtor characters.

This isn't edited by the way

"I love you Theron, please, come home." Lana shuts off the holo and Sylvi begins to leave the room. Not saying a word as Lana watches sadly, knowing it was better not to say anything.

"I'm going for a walk in the woods, clear my mind." Was all she said before leaving, and not even going towards the woods. Sylvi heads for a secret shared apartment that no one knew off except her, Theron, and C2-N2.

It was for her to stop Theron being a workaholic and sleep and for her to get away from the alliance and being its commander. She lazily opens the door, before walking towards the lounge and slumping onto it. Too lost in her mind, the only thing keeping her going had ceased to exist and she finally tumbled down into a dark abyss of depression, shame, and self-loathing.

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"I swear when I get my hands on him-" Trygve starts while Ingrid and Víðarr stand with him in the field where the former Cipher Nines ship resides.

"Trygve..." Víðarr starts but Trygve swirls to face him with a firm finger pointed at him.

"HE WILL FEEL EVERY AGONY, EVERY FORM OF TORTURE POSSIBLE FOR WHAT HE DID. I WILL SEE HIM BREAK FOR WHAT HE DID TO HER!" Trygve yells, making Ingrid flinch to hide behind Víðarr making the male twin sigh and calm himself slightly at her behavior.

"Brother, we will find him. I promise you, and we will make him pay," Víðarr assures, "But, you cannot deny something about this is off."

Ingrid moves from her position slightly behind the Sith, opening her mouth to say something before her comlink goes off.

"Ingrid here," She says while answering it.

"Its Hylo, we've found the pirate that keeps raiding the transports." Hylo Viz explains before disconnecting, making Ingrid close her eyes.

"I'll go, I sense something about this that's... familiar." Ingrid says to the brothers.

"Sense what?" Trygve quizzes, making Ingrid smile slightly.

"I sense someone that I'll love until the stars go cold." The Zabrak then turns on her heel and walks away with haste.

"Andronikos revel." Víðarr whispers with a small smirk.

"That pirate that helped her recover Tulak Hord's artifact on Tatooine?" Trygve asks.

"How do you-- another time. Lets go find Lana and figure our next move to find Theron."

"Vaylin! You have too stop her!"

"It is a tainted world."

"The Force is... wrong here."

"There are things in there even I cannot protect you from."

Sylvi shoots up in a sweat, another nightmare plaguing her sleep, however, this time it felt like a warning from the Force.

"Nathema..." She whispers before springing to her feet, half consciously, half on auto-pilot.

She needed to leave Odessen, without anyone knowing, following or finding her. Suddenly feeling like she was in a jail, she checked her armor before clipping her dualsaber to her belt. She walks to her wardrobe and finds a black cloak, heaving it over herself she pulls her hood up and leaves the apartment.

She blocks off all her bonds and shrouds her force signature, suppressing it from the force users all over the planet. She knew she had to take a ship without a tracker on it, or land then use the auto-pilot to send it adrift in the galaxy.

'That would throw them off my scent.' Sylvi realizes before maneuvering to the hanger. It was midnight and no sane person would be up unless they were on patrol.

The raven haired Jedi peeks around the corner, seeing an officer on patrol. Though she hated it, Sylvi forces them into a sleep before gently having them fall to the ground and running across to the fighters. She looks around before force leaping onto a fighter, once she does she hears voices coming towards the hanger before they notice her sleeping soldier.

"Over there!" Admiral Aygo calls out before getting onto the comms and shouting orders for flight control. Because the group couldn't identify Sylvi, they figured her to be a spy, saboteur, or assassin and that was a means for capture at any cost.

"Sithspit." Sylvi curses under her breathe before getting the ship fired up and getting ready to fly out.

In her quarters, Ingrid stirs feeling a heavy and firm arm around her waist. The Zabrak hears her comm beeping and uses the force to bring it to her.

"This better be important." Ingrid hisses.

"Ingrid! We have a situation in the hanger with an unknown assailant attempting to flee in a fighter. Their intent is unknown and they appear to be a force user!" Aygo explains making her groan, feeling the person behind her start to wake.

"I might not be able to get there in time." Ingrid replies, while attempting to move but the arm around her waist keep her flush to the persons chest.

"Understood, we will attempt to detain them." Aygo tells her before she turns off her commlink.

"Andronikos..." Ingrid starts but the pirate wasn't letting her go.

"Forget them, they've got it handled." He tells her lazily, planting kisses on her shoulders and gently taking the commlink and throwing it somewhere.

"This is important."

"So? You've skipped out on dark council meeting for less." Andronikos argues, not letting her go after getting her back. The pirate moves towards the Zabraks neck slowly, knowing it would help his argument for her to stay.

"Yes... I... I know this, but..." She keeps trailing off, finding it difficult to speak, and Andronikos smirks knowingly.

"But, Sith?"

Sylvi gets the fighter moving and knows Aygo and attempting to comm her, but she left it in the staging area so he wasn't getting an answer. She watches as he sends men to go find her in what most assumed were her private quarters.

Once she finds the opportunity she flies out of the hanger and into the atmosphere while getting the hyperdrive ready and finding the tracker at the same time.

Eventually, finds two wires she remembers her brothers telling her were for the tracker and weapons.

"Blast, which one was it." Sylvi asks herself before deciding to pull them both out.

What could go wrong?

As she pulls the wires an alarm start blaring to tell her weapons were disabled. She groans before glancing to see if she was clear to jump.

"Flying is for droids." She grumbles before entering hyperspace.

Leaving her with only her thoughts and the stars.

#swtor #swtor sith warrior #swtor spoilers #jedi consular #swtor jedi knight #swtor sith inquisitor #lana beniko #theron shan #altara legacy #my characters #swtor oc #star wars the old republic #i am tired #this is really just for me #my silly little ocs

[acescorazon]

Hiiii not really a question, just wanted to say that I discovered your fics recently on Ao3 and they're all my absolute favourite since then, I'm always looking forward to receiving an email saying that you posted something!!! I just joined Tumblr today and I have no idea how it works ahah but I'm so glad I can follow you there now, because you truly are one of my fav fic writers. Your Buggy is always absolutely perfect and he did not help with my obsession over his character eheh. Anyway, thank you for your good work, and know that the way you write Buggy influences me a lot on how I perceive him and how he acts in my AU (not actually writing anything, just creating little world in my head eheh). Oh and also: it's thanks to you that I now ship Buggy with Mihawk and Crocodile! Since I've only seen the live action, I didn't really know enough about Mihawk and, obviously, nothing about Crocodile; but because of your fics I now ship them SO much. Thanks to you, Buggy has 3 boyfriends in my AU and he's very glad ahah. Anyway, it's a long message for nothing but I guess the most important thing here is: thank you, keep your amazing work <3

I'M ABOUT TO WRITE THE SHIT OUT OF THIS RESPONSE.

Hiiiiiiii bbyyy :((( Thank you for writing me something so nice! I really appreciate it!!! Nice comments and asks like these really make my day and i mean that!! Thank you!!! Tumblr is shit (derogatory) but it could be worse, it could be tw- Jk it's not that bad here and i think you'll like it :) Also ofc thank you for the follow :) Thank you for everything really! I could write an essay on Buggy alone but i won't...not today at least kljlsdjksdjlakjsdasdas. nobody asked but i'm obsessed with the idea of Buggy being a brat and or just a little shit in general which is why i often write him the way i do LMAO. He's a funny little guy, and i love him in the live action as much as i love him in the anime/manga but i think he could be a little more pathetic. i do remember seeing the trailer tho and being like "lol" but two seconds later being like..."Idk...WHY'S HE KINDA..." LMAOOOOO. i don't know if you write or draw but if you do, then you should cook something up. ((We support and encourage others in this household.)) also bestie. B E S T IE. Best friend. i ain't telling you how to live your life but if you have access to the Shounen Jump app wherever you live and you got 2.99 (some of us don't, no hate here.) and if you got some time, then i recommend you read a little story called one piece LMAOOOO. I ain't one of those people who will tell you it gets good in ch/ep 80938423984023984023948 lol. i've liked it since the beginning but thats ME. You ain't gotta read or watch all of that shit to know if something's good and if you like it lmao, or at least that's how i feel. anyways it seems like it takes 80 years to get through but that's really only bc of the pacing in the anime lol, it comes out weekly and ofc the animation studio wouldn't want to catch up with the actual manga sooooo they act a lil sily in terms of pacing LMAO. it's still that bitch in my opinion though, but that's my opinion and you can see that it has 1000+ episodes and be like ..."i aint watching all that shit." LMAO FAIR. IT'S GOOD THO. BOTH THE ANIME AND MANGA ARE GOOD!!! and they both have their pros and cons when it comes to consuming them. ANYWAYYYYYYS. yeah if you have like, time, 2.99, And the shounen jump app is available wherever you are (also u can go to like Viz's official website and your shounen jump subscription will carry through there too :) ) THEN I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THE PIECE!!! (btw you can read 100 chs A DAY of op or they have other mangas too bby YEEEEEE) or if you have time then i also recommend watching the anime its... it's that bitch, i don't know. If you do end up liking it then netflix can help you take a nice bite out of the series, there's also like funimation/crunchyroll... or... *whispers* there are other...ways...to watch the anime....*whispers* ...are you a cop? LMAOOOOOO.

It's really good though with a whole bunch of lovable characters that the live-action doesn't even begin to be able to get into. you didn't ask, you didn't ask, but me personally, my favorite arc is Alabasta, which is the place they should be going to next season in the live action!! it also introduces one of my favorite little villains: Crocodile!!! idk i love it and i love him LOLLLL which i shouldn't bc he's...he's not a good man but i'm 26 i'm allowed to like toxic anime men, i've earned that right. (also you can like things and criticize them/acknowledge their flaws.) ANYWAYS, ANYWAYS, I'M RAMBLING, but yeah, it's good eating, and i highly suggest you get into the actual series if you liked the live action because the series itself is more in depth. Plus, P L U S, there's more Mihawk, Crocodile, and Buggy content AND THATS A WIN TO ME. lajsldajskdajsdlasjd. it's fun and as an added bonus there's a sense of community and you can always come back here and scream your thoughts to me (and everyone else) if you like it. Like i'm honored by your compliments but nothing i write could ever compare to the actual series itself LOLLLLL.

ANYWAYS THANKS SO MUCH!!!! ILYYYYY!!! I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY, A GOOD WEEK, A GOOD YEAR!!!!!!!!!! MUAH!!!!!

#long post #ask #im out here sounding like a used car salesman the way i hype up op LMAOOOOOOO

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

December Drabbles

Prompt 15: Family Character: Trey + Vizzie (OC) ----------------------------------------------- "Are you excited to go home for the holidays?" Trey chuckled a bit at the question as he popped two trays of cookies into the oven and set a timer, pushing his glasses up his nose a bit. "My house is more of a circus than Ace and Deuce are clowns, but yeah. Yeah I am." Vizzie kicked her feet a bit and huffed, amused. She was sitting on a stool across from Trey's working area. According to Riddle, Trey was 'stress baking' because he wanted to make sure he knew all of his eleven siblings favourite desserts still, and for whatever reason around the holidays he would get a bout of uncertainty in his skills and needed to bake every recipe and get the dorm to review it before he went home to do it again. Not that anyone in Heartslaybul was complaining. Nor Grim or Vizzie, as they had appointed themselves as honorary Heartslaybul members for the time being....while it was convenient. This was supposed to be his last batch of cookies, but she didn't think twice when he started working on another dessert, figuring he might be making something of Riddle's request, or to practice something for his parents. "How do you keep track of all your siblings' favourite desserts?" Trey gave her a bit of a mischevious smile. "Well it changes slightly every year, but this year my parents sent me a list. But I remember it by PEARLY WHITE." It took a moment for her to register what he said. "....Like...like a tooth?" "Yeah. Pecan pie, eclairs, apple strudel, red velvet cupcakes, lemon bars, yule log, warabi mochi, halwa....then it's the younger kids so straight up icing was one of their answers, tres leches but he mostly just eats the whipped cream, and Evelyn is too young to eat solid foods still, but I needed her name for the sake of the perfect acronym." He shook his head a bit, smiling. "It's only gotten more difficult as each of my siblings starts branching out into their world studies, but it's made for a fun challenge learning about other cultures desserts." "That would explain why I didn't recognize a few of those dessert names....but you listed them off so perfectly, and you know you're a good baker, so why do you worry so much?" Trey smiled more as he resumed working on the dessert he was currently on. "They're my family. They're the people I'll give my best for, all the time, every time. It's exhausting, but it's worth it. They mean the world to me." His response gave Viz plenty of food for thought. He watched her expression carefully, before deeming it best to just let her think about it for a while - not in regards to him, but in regards to what her family...her biological family meant to her. It wasn't until he slipped a plate of ginger molasses cookies in front of her that she snapped out of her spiral of thoughts. She looked up at him slightly surprised. "These weren't on your list- why did you make them?" Trey smiled at her. "Ace told me what you said about me - something about a big brother figure? I'm not changing my acronym, but we can pretend there's a silent "g" at the end of "white"." She flushed a bit, looking back down at the plate of cookies in front of her, Trey moving away for a moment to give her time to put together some words. He brought back a glass of milk, setting it gently next to the cookies. He didn't expect her to all but launch herself at him, hugging him tightly and whispering a tiny "Thank you."

He chuckled a bit and pat her head, before hugging her back, making her feel more secure and safe than she had felt in years. ".....I'm still going to beat Ace's ass for that, but....thank you...." "You realize though, being my little sibling doesn't come without it's drawbacks. You have to laugh at all my jokes now, even if they aren't funny. And you're susceptible to a hundred times more teasing." Trey gave her a shit eating smile, softening to something more genuine as he heard her laugh a bit through tears. "I think I can deal with that if it means I get to feel how I feel right now.....give or take some embarrassment."

#v talks #twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #twst hcs #twst scenarios #trey clover #twst trey #vizzie castello #oc: vizzie #twst fluff #twst oc #december drabbles

[thespacelizard]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Forgotten Realms, War Of The Spider Queen Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pharaun Mizzrym/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Pharaun Mizzrym, Vizaeth Xunhrae Thaezyr (OC), Additional Tags: pre War of the Spider Queen, Teacher-Student Relationship, Toxic Relationship, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Knife Play, Unnecessarily Sexualised Stabbing, Self-Loathing, Self Harm, Violent Thoughts, viz baby that’s not love it’s blood loss Series: Part 12 of Obsession

Summary:

Pharaun rewards Vizaeth for his defence of Lolth’s Blessed.

—

Pharaun is beautiful. It’s not like Vizaeth ever forgot that fact—it would be like forgetting that spiders have eight legs—but tonight his beauty is overwhelming. The delicate metallic shimmers at the corners of his eyes catch their crimson on fire; the bruise-black of his lips matches exactly to the dark velvet of his half-open shirt, which leaves the smooth, lightly muscled expanse of his chest tantalisingly exposed. Soft, maroon leather clings to his slender legs, the laces only part-fastened; an enticement, a promise. Vizaeth can hardly breathe, he’s so nervous.

He takes the offered wine with whispered thanks, glad he skipped dinner. Maybe he should have dosed himself with the leftover venom, cast himself frozen upon Pharaun’s floor. They could start over. He could do everything right this time.

“Come sit.” Pharaun takes a seat on the couch, one elegant elbow on the arm. Vizaeth perches next to him, then gasps, nearly spilling his wine, as Pharaun tugs him into his lap. “Drink. You’re here to enjoy yourself, aren’t you?”

Vizaeth drinks. He leaves a deep-red lip print on the glass, almost as dark as the wine itself. Pharaun, without a glass of his own, drinks from his, and his mouth fits exactly over where Vizaeth left his mark.

“You like it?” he asks. One hand strokes over Vizaeth’s side, warm. “It’s a good vintage—nearly as old as I am.”

“It tastes nearly as good as you do.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Pharaun purrs, and kisses his neck, a hand sliding beneath the high side-slit of his robes. There’s nothing in the way—he didn’t want Pharaun to have to wait, not a single moment—and light fingers stroke circles up his bare thigh, teasing.

“Did you miss me?” Fingers brush his already hard cock, drawing a soft moan. “Oh, you did. I thought you might have. Absence and hearts and all that.”

“It’s still yours,” Vizaeth sighs.

“Now with you, my dear, I never know if that’s a metaphor, or if you want me to fetch a knife.”

#my fic #dnd fic #forgotten realms fic #dnd fanfiction #forgotten realms fanfiction #drow oc #oc fanfiction #pharaun mizzrym #pharaun mizzyrm/oc #c: vizaeth thaezyr #obsession fic blogging #god i missed writing the fucked up dynamic these two have

[ghostfives]

Christmas baking

A/N: A christmas gift for my good friend Vito! I hope you love it and merry christmas! 💙 Alex hums softly as he reads the recipes, waddling around the kitchen and grabbing the ingredients he’ll need. He wants to do some Christmas baking for Zeb and Viz, maybe the whole ghost crew if he doesn’t get tuckered out. He grabs all the measuring cups, spoons and other supplies he’ll need, having to pause at a  hard kick. “Really baby boy? Right now?” Alex asks, eyeing his large belly. “Two more months and you’ll be out, kick then.” He huffs playfully, feeling a small tug on the red string tied to his wrist and smiles softly, tugging back so Zeb knows he felt it. It had been broken, his string. For years, he had wondered how it had made his soulmate feel, when he had cut the string at the empire's wishes, as all ISB agents must do to get into the empire. When he had met Zeb, he felt the pull but tried to ignore it. For months he tried to ignore it, but then he couldn’t ignore it anymore when he was saved.  It took months, but their string tied itself back together when they finally went on their first date. There's still a knot, to remind both of all they’ve been through to be together, and Alex is okay with that. Alex smiles softly, shaking his head to clear his thoughts before starting to measure out the ingredients and adding them into the bowl, humming softly as he mixes them. “Your papa is gonna love these.” Alex whispers, talking to the baby as he has taken too when he’s alone. “That man has such a big sweet tooth on him, even bigger than Fives’.” He laughs softly, trying a little bit of the dough before gagging. “Ew, what…why is it sal-” He pauses, before picking up the container of sugar, only… the label doesn’t say sugar. “Really Alex? You’re smarter than this.” He whispers angrily to himself before throwing out the dough. Alex sniffles a bit, wiping at his eyes. “Don’t cry, you were an ISB agent for forces sake, you’re supposed to be able to control it better.” He whispers, but his emotions are winning as tears collect in his eyes. He can feel worry come across his string, Zeb must be feeling his emotions. That just makes more tears build. “No no no, shouldn’t worry him.” Alex sighs shakily, wiping at his eyes. Then he’s startled when Zeb bursts through the door and immediately wraps him up in a hug. “Zeb, what-” “Just got home, now why are you upset?” Zeb asks gently, kissing his head and gently reaching down to run along his back. “Felt it through the bond.” He says softly, continuing to rub Alex’s back. “What’s going on?” Alex sighs, sniffling a bit. “I tried to bake you cookies.” He says softly. “But I was stupid and put salt instead of sugar.” He says softly, sniffling more. He gently rubs his belly and curls into Zeb. “Aww love, it’s okay.” Zeb kisses his head gently. “These things happen, and you’re pregnant and are a bit hormonal. Would you like to watch a movie and we can try baking later? Or we can bake together right now?” He suggests. “Maybe bake together right now?” Alex asks softly, cuddling close to Zeb. “If you don’t mind?” He asks softly. “I wanted it to be a kind of gift but… it would also be nice to do some baking with you. Really nice.” He says softly, holding Zebs hand gently. Zeb smiles softly and kisses Alex’s head. “I’d love to.” He purrs, happy to do anything with his darling Alex. He gently and playfully tugs at the string. “I hope you can feel how happy I am to bake with you.” Alex feels the pulse of happiness. “Yes, I definitely can love.” He grins and hands Zeb the recipe, back to being happy. “Now we just need to make sure its sugar and not salt this time.” He says softly. “Sounds perfect!” Zeb reads over the recipe, humming softly as he makes sure that they have everything they need on the counter and thankfully now they do. “Alright, what do ya want me to do?” He asks, eyeing alex. Alex hums. “You start mixing the dry ingredients, and I’ll mix the wet ones?” He suggests, rubbing his chin in thought as he grabs another mixing bowl. “On it!” Zeb grins and starts mixing the dry ingredients, happy to help. At one point he mixes too fast and some flour splashes on his fur, making him sigh. But he soon finds the right pace to mix at and it’s smooth sailing from there. Alex hums softly as he mixing the wet ones, cracking the eggs the way his mother showed and adding milk and a little more vanilla than asked. He always adds a little extra vanilla. “There, now we can mix both together.” Alex grins, setting his bowl next to Zebs. Zeb  hums and gently pours hs bowl into Alexs, and watches as his boyfriend starts to mix it up. He smies, chuckling softly at the look of concentration Alex Gets as he mixes. Who knew it took so much concentration to mix batter? Alex hums as he finishes mixing, grabbing tqo baking sheets and placing parchment paper on them. “Okay, wash your hands and then we can roll these you.” He smiles as he washes his own hands, gently kissing the string around his finger once they’re dry. Zeb chuckles and nods, quickly washing his hands. “Okay… how do we do this?” “Like this, love.” Alex picks up a small handful of dough and gently rolls it in his hand until it becomes a ball, then he sets it on the parchment paper. “Just like that, and make sure they are spaced out at least an inch or we’ll get one giant cookie.” “That doesn’t sound like a bad thing.” Zeb teases, and get’s an elbow nudge in his side. “Okay okay! Spaced out.” He laughs, it’s all in good jest. He starts making the little dough balls and laying them on the sheet. “You better.” Alex teases before he too start making his own. They both keep at it until each cookie sheet has about 24 dough balls on them to be baked, and Alex’s mouth is watering as his stomach grumbles softly. He can’t wait. Once the oven beeps, Alex is pulled out of his thoughts. “Okay, you put those in and I’ll set a timer for about 15 minutes.” He hums, grabbing his datapad to set the timer. Zeb nods and slides both pans into the oven. “Is that it?” He asks. “Yep!” Alex shows a gentle smile. “Now we can relax and watch tv, while the cookies bake and then snack time. And believe me, this one wants his cookies.” He pats his belly. “Kicking up a storm at the moment.” Zeb chuckles, gently feeling Alex’s belly before lifting him up in his arms, earning a small yelp of surprise from Alex. “Lets go in our room then and snuggle.” He says, already heading there. Alex snuggles in. “Sounds perfect, darling.” He says, yawning a bit as he’s carried to their room before being layed in the bed. He hums as Zeb crawls in to snuggle him. “I’m tired now, but I need a cookie before bed.” He struggles to keep his eyes open, and he’s sure Zeb can feel his exhaustion through the bond. The pregnancy seems to be zapping all his energy nowadays. “You rest.” Zeb whispers. “I’ll wake you up for a cookie, I promise.” “Fine, but you better wake me up,” A yawn interrupts him. “Mr. Or I’ll be angry.” He then curls close, laying hs hands under his chin where he always keeps them and drifting off, feeling one of Zeb’s large hands settle onto his belly. xxx Alex sniffs, smelling freshly baked cookies as a soft smile adorns his face. He hums, eyes fluttering open and looking up to see Zeb setting a plate of cookies on the side table. He lets out a chuckles. Zeb startles and looks over. “Was just about to wake you.” He hands Alex a cookie. “They’re all done, your alarm went off but you didn’t hear it so I did it myself.” Alex grins and bites into the cookie, sighing happily. “Thank you.” He says once he swallows. “They turned out so good.” He eats the cookie, then grabs another and starts eating it too, face lit up as if it were… well, christmas.” Zeb chuckles, sitting on the bed as he nibbles his own cookie. “Glad you like them, you just eat up and then we can nap more.” He says. Alex nods, and he munches on a few more cookies before he’s had his fill and he cuddles close to Zeb. “I’m glad we’re soulmates.” He says suddenly, laying his head on Zeb’s chest. “And I can never say sorry enough for cutting our string.” He says softly, gently thumbing at the knot. “Hey, I already told you I’ve forgiven you. And the string wasn’t your fault, they practically made you.” Zeb says, gently holding Alex’s hand and the knot. “I love you, and that’s all that matters to me.” He leans down and kisses Alex’s head. Alex sniffles. “You’re making me hormonal.” He whispers, wiping his eyes before sitting on his knees and pulling Zeb into a kiss. “I love you so much my soulmate, more than anything.” “And I love you too, my soulmate.” Zeb hugs him close gently, pulling Alex into his arms and curling up. “I love you so much, and I’m very grateful that the one I’m tied to for all time is this man laying in my arms right now, pregnant and happy now.” Alex curls into Zeb’s chest, practically sobbing from the sweet words as Zeb rubs his back. “I’m grateful too.” He whispers, and he is. He is. And he knows that this Christmas will be one of the best, because he has Zeb and his family at his side.  “Let’s get some sleep now.” Zeb suggests, gently tucking Alex in close to him with a nice warm blanket and a pillow under his belly. Alex nods, yawning and curling close to Zeb. “I do love you so much.” He mumbes softly. “I know you do, now rest.” Zeb whispers, humming softly a little tune. “Then we’ll have more cookies later, I promise.” Alex nods and cuddles closer, head against Zeb’s chest. And the last thing he hears as he drifts into the depths of sleep, is Zeb’s gentle heartbeat in his ear.

#Alex x Zeb #alexsandr kallus #Agent Kallus #Kallus x zeb #My writing #Christmas gift

[hcxcd]

@asoulunbound liked this for a starter | vision.

Watery eyes look up at the male in front of her; she was on the floor, surrounded by polaroids she managed to recover from the ashes of a now extinct country. Her parents, herself, her twin brother were in those, happy moments now were sad memories. "I'm sorry.." She whispers, as she locks eyes with the synthezoid that was the only living being that understood her, sometimes more than herself. "You caught me in a bad moment, Viz." The girl managed to give a small smile, an apologizing one, before she started to quickly pick the polaroids and sticking them inside a box.

#🌙 — there goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen; she had a marvelous time ruinin' everything | v; main #🌙 — my brain goes ah; can't hear my thoughts | closed #asoulunbound #; vision & wanda

[doctor-peppir]

Vizemi Prompt #1

I started writing one-shots based on prompts I found on Pinterest or came up with on my own. I decided to post them just for fun, and all of them are for my friend @h3xxthev3xx and I's DND characters Iremi, drow bard, and Viz, tiefling cleric. Enjoy!

WC: 888

"I didn't say 'I love you' to hear it back. I said it to make sure you knew."

Childhood fears were a talent for Iremi. She could usually pinpoint a child’s fear, and help them through it. Adults were another thing entirely. She watched as Viz took every step cautiously, treading through water. She couldn’t pinpoint what exactly his distaste was for water, but it was obvious that he wasn’t a fan. 

“Are you-” Iremi began to ask, but Viz quickly interrupted her. 

“No! No, I’m not! Back off!” He crossed his arms. 

Iremi smiled. “You know, it’s okay to be afraid.” Her voice came across like a whisper. Viz never heard her louder than that. “Everyone’s scared of something.” 

For the first time since stepping into the water, Viz looked up at her. The red marks on her neck from the illness that took her, the one he tried to cure. He’d always felt guilty for letting her die, but the crimson curse took everyone. As much as he tried to stop it, everyone who got infected died. All he could do was ease symptoms and prolong life for a short while. 

Viz was selfish when it came to Iremi, more specifically her voice. Her songs always made him stop and listen. They were his alarm in the morning and his lullaby in the evening. He’d drop her students back off in their shared room when it was time for bed, then hid beside the doorframe to hear her melodies. He didn’t speak back to her, only allowing himself to listen to her voice. 

“Even I’m scared of something.” Iremi smiled as she held her hands behind her back, continuing her stride. “I’m scared to lose my voice. I’ll admit, it does seem a bit pedantic of me, but it’s my student’s favorite thing. My music is meant to help, and to teach. Without my voice, I feel as though I’m nothing.” 

You’re everything to me, with or without your voice. Viz thought to himself as they walked side-by-side. The only light within the darkness of that medical wing. He felt the words bubble up in his chest, even if it did feel nauseating to think about. He wasn’t worth love or kindness. His blood was the only useful thing about him, drilled into his mind by his father from a young age. 

“Being scared isn’t something to be ashamed of. It’s one thing that unites all things.” Iremi stopped speaking to look over at him, meeting his eyes for a fleeting moment. He quickly looked away from her, staring down at every shaky footstep he took. “Now, I know my expertise is within the realm of young children, but I can only offer companionship as you face your fear.” 

‘Companionship.’ Viz shook his head, confused. Was her standing and walking beside him this entire time not a form of companionship they were mutually understanding of? He looked up at her and met her eyes. His eyes trailed down to see her arm and hand outstretched towards him. He looked back up at her, confused. 

“I know it’s unusual for adults to hold hands during times of stress and fear, but it helps my students, and I wanted to offer you the option.” Iremi smiled slightly before beginning to lower her hand, but Viz was quick to stumble for it. 

“No, no, no, no. I-I want that.” Viz said quietly as he adjusted his grip comfortably. Her hand was slender, and cold. 

Iremi could feel his hand shake while within his grip as she walked. “I’m not going to say it’s fine because for you, it isn’t, but we can get through it together. No one should have to face their fears alone.” She said as she slowed her steps down to match his. “Once this is over, it’ll get slightly easier every time.” 

“You mean I have to do this again?” Viz said below his breath as he watched his steps, holding onto Iremi’s hand with a tightening grip. He knew it was probably killing her hand, crushing the fragile bones beneath her skin. There was no way she was able to withstand his grip, but her face seemed unchanged. 

“If you’re worried about my hand, you don’t need to be. I’ll be alright.” She said softly. 

I’m still gonna worry. Viz thought. 

Viz clenched his eyes shut, focusing on the way Iremi’s hand felt in his own. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled with a shake. 

“I love you.” He heard Iremi whisper. 

Viz looked at her, eyes wide. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He watched as Iremi smiled, then laughed quietly to herself. 

“I didn’t say ‘I love you’ to hear it back. I said it to make sure you knew.” Iremi admitted as they continued their stride. 

Viz’s grip loosened as his comfort level grew. He focused on the words she said, ‘I love you.’ repeating in his mind over and over. He felt his heart swell again, though much less nauseous, and pulled her closer to him as they walked. 

You died on me once, and I don’t think I’ll ever let myself live that down. All I can do now is ensure you don’t die on me again. Viz thought as fear kept his jaw clenched. 

#dnd ocs #dnd one shot #i love them #iremiandviz #vizemi #iremi and viz

[blairpuffs]

moth of the day: emperor moth / saturnia pavonia

1/19/23

Saturnia pavonia, the small emperor moth, is a moth of the family Saturniidae. It was first described by Carl Linnaeus in his 1758 10th edition of Systema Naturae. Sometimes, the incorrect genus name Pavonia is still used for this species. This moth occurs throughout the Palearctic region and is the only member of its family to be found in the British Isles, where it is usually called simply the emperor moth.

#tw moth #moths tw #bugposting #moth of the day #viz whisper

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“PRISON CAMP FOR DOUKHOBORS IS VERY EXPENSIVE,” Kingston Whig-Standard. January 11, 1933. Page 10. ---- Will Cost Canada Three Million Dollars to Punish Nude Persons ---- NEWS OF VANCOUVER --- By JOHN MACDONALD (Special to The Whig-Standard) VANCOUVER, B.C. — The most interesting transaction in connection with the arrest and imprisonment of the nude Doukhobors viz the purchase of Pier's Island for a prison camp, is likely to attract increased public attention in the near future. It is simply a bed of rocks in the sea. Ordinary vegetables or food for cattle cannot be grown on it and even the water used for prison purposes has to be hauled to it in barges. What is causing the undercurrent of comment is how the Federal Government was persuaded to make the purchase when it owns several good islands In the district, many of them suited for agricultural purposes, and upon which could be produced food for both the camp and many cattle and thus afford work for the prisoners. 

Piers Island was privately owned and it is said that the price paid by the Government was $500,000 including the cost of the shacks forming the camp, and that at the end of three years, the prison term, the total cost of putting those found guilty of making a nude parade in jail will have reached the total of three millions. There are now 569 men and women on the Island. Just imagine what they could produce if the soil were suitable. The camp would be almost self-sustaining as the men are all experienced farmers. Their children are being taken care of in homes in Vancouver at a cost of $20 month each, while old and respected residents of the city now on relief receive only $17.50 for a man, wife, and one child. If the inquiry be made present whisperings indicate that the result will not only furnish a sensation but include a recommendation that the prisoners' sentence be commuted, that they be fined, instead of imprisoned, and sent back to their farms to earn the necessary cash. 

The Attorney-General of the Province is held responsible for this feature of the case being overlooked. If a fine of two or three thousand dollars had been imposed in the first place, it is safe to say there would have been only one offence. It would have terminated the parades. 

Had the sentence been for two years the province would have had to bear the expense but the three-year term made the Dominion responsible for all cost. Premier Bennett will requested to take special interest in the matter.

#vancouver #piers island #piers island penitentiary #penal colony #doukhobors #sons of freedom doukhobors #nude parade #peaceful protest #russian canadians #christian communalism #sentenced to the penitentiary #dominion penitentiaries #utopia of settler colonialism #great depression in canada #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada #public inquiry #let in the light

[pecadosarepiling]

Rau knows Aster is not exclusively his. She has other lovers

Warnings: group sex, P in V, unprotected sex

Hell….he has been among the audience watching Aster being fucked by a group of men. How their hands explored her perfect form. Gloved hands cupping her breasts. Pieces of beskar armor and some flightsuits tossed to a corner, all eyes centered on Aster.

They had her facing everyone, legs spread and her already dripping cunt on display. Another cock slipping inside her heat, had she already fucked this one? No matter, she’s not one to turn down a good Mando cock.

Maybe Rau should have broken things off with Aster, refused to continue on if he could not be the only one.

Aster mewls as the Mando pulls out her cunt to cum. Another Mando eagerly lifting Aster into his lap, cock hard and eager.

Aster enjoyed having many lovers. Aster was good to them all…each man here adored their Princess Aster. Ready to lay their lives down for her….

Rau should refuse to take part in this…

“It’s like the old days with the clan beauties…remember? They’d come by after battles and invite everyone to bed? Our Aster is perfect like that…” another Mando mutters to Rau. It’s Viz the other young man who frequented Aster’s bed chamber. Tall er than most and equally broad. A member of Clan Vizla who fell for Aster’a charms and beauty. Even enemies could fall whim to Aster…

Shared, celebrated. There will be jealousy. Much of it…nights where Aster shared herself with her loyal guards. Sharing the victories and triumph with passionate exchanges.

It was Aster, infuriating and wonderful Aster, to be with her meant to accept this was what being her lover would be like….

“Fenn..”she whispers his name softly as she kisses him. Unsteady on her feet as Viz was pounding her from behind.

Aster was his. Aster was theirs….

He bit at her lower lip, she gasped and let him kiss her deeper.

Aster would be his next, he will remind her why she lasts just a few rounds with him. Time to show these boys how to truly pleasure Aster…

@eyecandyeoz @literatureandqueen @storm89 @stardustbee @by-the-primes @gran-maul-seizure

#aster is into dilfs #Princess aster sleeps around

[colourlys]

I just learned last night that Kazuki Takahashi passed away last year, July 4, 2022, in a drowning accident. He was attempting to save a parent and child in a riptide.

It's very sad and I'm also surprised I didn't learn from other sources, even in the periphery. Yu-Gi-Oh was one of my favorite shows and manga when I was younger. And during the covid lockdowns, by then I had already been through so much with my family for years. Like, events I won't mention at that time hit like a ton of bricks, whole buildings were falling on me. I would have just rather stayed on the ground because you couldn't fall any further when you were already there. There was a complete disconnect and break from who I was. The only thing I knew I could do to possibly find myself was to experience certain things that were foundational for me or that would support me, just that would even make me feel happy when I couldn't find happiness.

I couldn't even read regular fiction or my beloved nonfiction, and I was too scared to listen to music with headphones in, or even listen to it barely above a whisper, because of the trauma of not being able to hear if something was happening. Even kids screaming outside caused panic, and even now I am still recovering from that panic. Reminding myself I don't have to carry that, and it is safe.

But at that time, I reread the entirety of Yu-Gi-Oh on Viz and watched it on CrunchyRoll, and that helped. It helped a lot. I believe that you're supposed to experience certain things at certain times in order to help you grow, even stories will come back when there are messages you need to hear, receive, and learn from. And little did I realize at that time when I started that reread how relatable parts of the story would become, and how much those parts would help me find pieces of myself again and move forward. I even got to experience them with people, friends, I didn't have when I was younger, and that is still very valuable to me. I reread the series because it made me happy when I was younger, and I was able to add to the good memories I had with this series from when I was younger.

So learning that he passed away, tragically and honorably, that actually hurt to learn in a way that other passings don't. It's not that they're ever unimportant, the loss of a person is always important. But sometimes they hit a little different.

Rest in peace, Takahashi-sensei. Thank you for the inspiration and the memories.

#kazuki takahashi

[renatedagmarmilada]

grey viz print...roll down

sometimes it is necessary not to say things too openly,

yet not to keep them secret.

.punishment

for giving away the secrets of the powerful is constant

and never subsides..

.They tested remote stuff,

tried and dusted over there.

.but small amounts on many..

Here they use large amounts on a few,

though already tried and dusted

by the States,

for their own purposes.

It is the future of war weaponry.

The War Lords have given permission.

I have to go they say-

because I put it into my poetry.

Renate Fekete

Milada…17.3.07

      Averell viz Reuben

> 

> to us from our stampede West

> to where all things and safety lay

> America meant merely A viz R

> 

> we knew both well from home

> we knew and believed truthful Averell

> but his own people doubted him

> 

> we also knew Reuben's ways well

> his showmanship his charm to sway

> ere since on his journeying he began

> 

> battling in an unseen mist

> averell and reuben as we preached

> the winner clear in a smudge to teach

> 

> we sighed

> same methods

> we all knew so well

> 

> maybe we'd better stay where we are

> look behind over our shoulders

> check our backs

> 

> and where was home?

> 

An ode for Colin, Art Lecturer RIP

> 

> We continue to use her poetry

> intime it will blot out everything and pretty

> 

> its for the Ausgust issue

> its one of hers I tissued

> 

> I sent your stuff to the BBC and others

> and even used your very own venues

> 

> I work at the lab, skinny Liz

> took along with friends of the lab and Chris

> 

> and one or two are famous asked their help

> just to ensure you shut up and never yelp

> 

> it is New York lab now robbing and topping

> beamed from england to their lab computer

> 

> here bravery and decency dont count

> we don't mind losing artists and wont count

> 

> and over there anything is fair game

> as long as it has personal gain....

    Red Herrings and their  ''fairer society''

> 

> We are building a fairer society I quote

> led by the worst criminals

> even our east europeans

> have ever known

> with their wide experience of criminals

> as St Guys watches Hommerton and them

> 

> or maybe we hadn't read the country

> correctly before

> has she shamed herself in your country

> now there's another experience

> the lab whispers in microsound

> We are not talking St Guy's whispers

> is everyone frightened on this island?

> 

> atrocity after atrocity, include injustices

> sorry I made every person you met

> into a lover

> and asked them to study it as real

> you can never answer back

> nor can you stop the punishment

> they hand out

> 

> one student adds

> it is the worst penitentiary ever

> with absolutely no human rights

> the lab tells him

> it is not

> it is an experiment with no bounds

> and no boundaries

> anything goes now

> 

> this is Britain's Auschwitz they repeat

> this country is too small for camps

> every church, every shop, every school

> is your Camp 5

> we begin punishment when ever we wish

> plus the all nighters since November 03.

> why?

> why we messed up

> and Britian is never guilty

> especially when it is britains....

> 

> well death is death,

> who ever metes out the death..

Ø  robbery is robbery

Ø   

Ø  DIVORCE

> 

> the wedding was my parent's style

> motivated by what will the neighbours say

> not mine though our love showed through

> 

> quarter of a century later

> a psycho-man persuaded him to freedom

> meant shaking off all responsibility

> 

> only just moved to a new city

> a small town girl and the kids

> couldn't believe he wouldn't come back

> 

> as he always had from south Africa

> from Austria from all his job

> it was CHristmas and we didn't know how

> 

> first I drank a bottle of whisky though teetotal

> then life had to go on

> all proceedings have to go through a system

> 

> I don't remember the day or the time

> I know I sat on a bench somewhere

> and people were very kind and nice there

> 

> a Judge with a soft face and voice said something

> I don't remember what but it was gentle

> solicitor's young man arm around my shoulder

> 

> he wasn't there so you can have the kids

> but I'm still not sure what happened

> and asked for a long time

   >another seven and intimidation

> 

> more students in the lab

> doing the same file of constant lies

> spun around and around

> once they say..use your imagination

> (not what you think boys)

> over the tv voice

> the same old made up work

> by the members of the lab

> 

> a book sent to a friend

> sensitive because it tells what they do

> a student gets a first

> he has robbed it

> they have a special letter to get the post

> we just call it fining any crime

> 

> why?

> twenty years ago they split a happy family

> twenty years ago they watched us on screen

> day and night night and day

> every little action

> and certain parts sent everywhere looped

> seen by everyone

> 

> all in the bedroom and the lounge

> adults nothing wrong

> twenty years of life

> common law husband

> the student got a first

> destroy all relationships

> 

> then at the last the torture began

> squeezing arteries why?

> the effect is the same as a severe drug addict

> and pounding the heart like a smoker

> all things never experienced by this little healthy guy

> 

> please see she is dead within this decade

> and I want a heart attack shortly

> 

> last night was hell

> even for the brave and careful

> my skull hurt from the pressure

> and my spine trembled

> 

> of course intimidation

> I'd gone to see a solicitor

> a visit to a solicitor always brings such reaction

> on line torture in Britain

> 

> such a clever solicitor too

> asked you and who

> nay good Sir I aint telling

> you find out yourself...

> 

> looks like London and Europe

> this is no small matter

> though dear madam

> you try to minimalise.

> 

> why and where, what and who

> 

> 

   > why and where, what and who?

 THE QUEEN

> 

> Fay,do copy this now it is my pet project

> Jacki has taken half their carefully saved funds

> their sophisticated machinery

> over ten thousand pounds out of accounts

> lone mum and mother

> year by year year after year

> Jackie was strapped for cash

> and drinks heavily as he works for the lab

> the lab earn huge wages from taxes

> and take from the accounts at will

> it is a victim they say

> using it so as to distance their crimes

> 

> so you are still hammering her and them

> we can't let it get out

> the Queen is in it

> 

> I don't believe it

> they lied to the Queen

> 

> but the Queen can easily find out

> she has she said so

> the Queen said

> victim sue..and sue ..and sue

> do they think we can't check

> Charles too told twice but we can say nought

> wither way but we know the truth

> and you never say

> 

> Sir, we were brought up in a different way

> we sat silent and watched

> and were rewarded for our loyalty

> by a golden piece by our royals

> the only time we shouted

> the Nazis are coming

> no one listened

> 

> and again no one is listening

> the lawyers say what is criminal elsewhere

> is not criminal here and those know it

> and the public must not know the truth

> or that the Queen is in it..

> though the Queen knows full well

> 

> and more poetry books bite the dust

> I consider my real feelings for once

> but I went to school with them

> I married them, laughed with them

> cried with them, played with them

> was ill in hospitals with them

> gae birth with them

> was even divorced with them

> no not the jews here the english..

> 

> there was once a famous english writer

> who went to Holland to escape

> island corruption!

> 

> so this is the great democratic island

> we had put on a pedestal...

> 

> Renate Fekete

> 66 Lloyd Street

 > whether it is a lab or not.

> 

  Steve says

> 

> steve says they can't say we used Stanis

> cause Stanis helped us to use Stanis..

> 

> steve says Maxwell was in it and Murdoch too

> it was their choice both they chose you did not

> 

> steve says divorce, death or 'what if..?'

> stanis say you forfeit your post as well as life

> 

> steve says she had an advantage

> healthy, talented we are ordinarying her

> 

> steve says can you put a hole in her heart

> she was brilliant then but then became ' ill'

> 

> steve says yes she is still copying eveything

> the spin doctors are disturbed by the pencil

> 

> steve says the girls can do them by the imprint after

> students say we don't want to come back to the lab

> 

> steve says the Minister was in the lab by invite

> it was amusement watching peoples private lives

>.....> steve says that's why we put

they were seen

> but added all the rest for afters

[recentanimenews]

Manga the Week of 6/8/22

SEAN: As June continues, what varieties of manga do we see before us?

Yen On debuts Your Forma, a sci-fi detective story that asks the question: what if getting 5G wireless injected into you from a vaccine was actually real? and it spied on your every sense? This could be very good or very bad, and I suspect that depends entirely on the politics of the writer.

ASH: Hmmm. The genre certainly appeals to me, but I suspect you’re right.

ANNA: Yeah, going to skip this one and I’m generally in favor of sci-fi goofiness.

MELINDA: I feel a little “yikes” on this one.

SEAN: Also from Yen On: The Eminence in Shadow 4 and Sword Art Online Progressive 8.

Yen Press, meanwhile, has new manga volumes. Adachi and Shimamura 3, Bofuri: I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, so I’ll Max Out My Defense 4, Goblin Slayer Side Story: Year One 7, Konosuba: God’s Blessing on This Wonderful World! 13, and A Terrified Teacher at Ghoul School! 11.

Viz debuts Ghost Reaper Girl, a Shonen Jump + series by the creator of Rosario + Vampire (though under a different pen name). Chloe wants to be an actress. But she’s 28, and her window is closing. Can she find fame as a ghost reaper, though? Note that this series is being published flipped at the request of its creator.

ASH: Interesting! Not much seems to be flipped these days, let alone at the creator’s request.

SEAN: Chainsaw Man is also ending with Vol. 11, though a sequel is in the works. We also see Black Clover 29, Ima Koi: Now I’m in Love 2, Snow White with the Red Hair 19, and Yona of the Dawn 36.

MICHELLE: I’m always here for VIZ shoujo.

ASH: For sure!

ANNA: Viz shoujo saving the week for me!

SEAN: Tokyopop has A Gentle Noble’s Vacation Recommendation 5.

Hope you like debuts from Seven Seas, there are a ton of them.

I Think I Turned My Childhood Friend Into a Girl (Osananajimi() wo Onnanoko ni Shiteshimatta Hanashi) is from Ichijinsha’s Comic Pool. A boy trying to practice his makeup technique has his best friend offer to be a guinea pig… but the results are more than either of them could have guessed. Despite the light-novel-ey title, this looks like fans of LGBT should enjoy it.

ASH: I’m definitely curious about this one.

SEAN: Namekawa-san Won’t Take a Licking! (Name Raretakunai Namekawa-san) is from Comic Yuri Hime, and features a bullied girl who decides, for her high school debut, to become a delinquent. Unfortunately, now she attracts the attention of the disciplinary officer. I am always wary of yuri series described as hilarious.

ASH: A different sort of delinquent manga than is often seen, it would seem.

SEAN: Nightfall Travelers: Leave Only Footprints (Yuuyake Trip) is from Houbunsha’s Comic Fuz. Two high school girls investigate supposedly haunted areas of their town and grow closer. The art is apparently the reason to get this.

ASH: I’ll admit, the premise intrigues me, too.

SEAN: This Is Screwed Up, but I Was Reincarnated as a GIRL in Another World! (Yoku Wakaranai Keredo Isekai ni Tensei Shiteita You Desu) is a manga from Kodansha’s Suiyoubi no Sirius, based off a novel (not yet licensed, I believe). I’ve been told it’s another one of those “this becomes fluffy slice-of-life isekai assuming you can get past all the sexual assault and threats of slavery at the start” series. Sigh.

ANNA: No thank you!

MELINDA: oh my god.

SEAN: Lastly, The Two of Them Are Pretty Much Like This (Futari wa Daitai Konna Kanji) is a yuri series from the creator of Whispered Words (Sasameki Koto). A 30-year-old writer and a 22-year-old actress are living together as a couple, and we see their everyday life. This is extremely comfy and fun. It ran in Gentosha’s Comic Boost.

MICHELLE: Well, at least one of these appeals to me.

ASH: I rather liked Whispered Words, if I recall correctly.

MELINDA: This sounds actually great.

SEAN: Also from Seven Seas: Monologue Woven For You 2, the 13th and final volume of New Game!, and Trapped in a Dating Sim: The World of Otome Games is Tough for Mobs 5.

Kodansha has MORE Shuzo Oshimi in print next week, with Welcome Back, Alice (Okaeri Alice). This runs in Bessatsu Shonen Magazine, and got a digital release in February, but the print came fast. Three childhood friends have what seems like a standard love triangle… then one of them shows up dressed as a girl.

ASH: Somehow missed this being licensed!

MELINDA: I don’t know what to expect from this. Maybe great?

SEAN: Also in print: Cells at Work! Baby 4 (the final volume), Interviews with Monster Girls 10, Lovesick Ellie 4, Orient 9, Sailor Moon Naoko Takeuchi Collection 2, SHAMAN KING Omnibus 9, Sue & Tai-chan 4, Vampire Dormitory 5, and What Did You Eat Yesterday? 18.

MICHELLE: Hooray for more What Did You Eat Yesterday?!

ASH: Indeed!

MELINDA: YESSSSSSSSS

SEAN: The first digital debut is The Shadows of Who We Once Were (Nare no Hate no Bokura), a survival game manga from the creator of Until Your Bones Rot. It’s from Weekly Shonen Magazine, and… it’s a survival game manga.

The other digital debut from Kodansha is Joy, a BL manga from Kodansha’s Honey Milk. A shoujo manga artist is asked to write a BL work… and also discovers his assistant is gay. Maybe he can get inspiration for the BL by a fake relationship?

MELINDA: Oooo, this…

SEAN: Also digital: The Abandoned Reincarnation Sage 3, Changes of Heart 2, Chihayafuru 32, Girlfriend, Girlfriend 9, Kounodori: Dr. Stork 24, Love After World Domination 4, My Master Has No Tail 6, Oh, Those Hanazono Twins 2, and The Transcendent One-Sided Love of Yoshida the Catch 2.

MICHELLE: Insert habitual Chihayafuru squee.

ANNA: Gesticulates in celebration of the series, then transitions to despair at being so far behind.

SEAN: J-Novel Club has some print releases. We get Ascendance of a Bookworm’s 10th manga volume, By the Grace of the Gods 9, The Faraway Paladin 4, In Another World with My Smartphone 22, Marginal Operation 10, My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! 10, Otherside Picnic Omnibus 3, and The Unwanted Undead Adventurer 6.

J-Novel Club’s digital debut is a manga, The Saga of Lioncourt (Lion Coeur Senki), which is from Takeshobo’s Kissca. Office worker reincarnated as a warrior in a middle-ages era setting.

And also Forget Being the Villainess, I Want to Be an Adventurer! 3 (the final volume), How a Realist Hero Rebuilt the Kingdom 16, A Late-Start Tamer’s Laid-Back Life 3, Marginal Operation 13, and Otherside Picnic 7.

Ghost Ship debuts World’s End Harem: Fantasia Academy, a spinoff of a spinoff of the series that is for everyone who wants to bone 10,000 women who adore them. This is apparently a high school AU version.

Also from Ghost Ship: Ero Ninja Scrolls 3 and Might as Well Cheat: I Got Transported to Another World Where I Can Live My Wildest Dreams! 3.

Denpa has two new releases. The Men Who Created Gundam (Gundam Sousei) ran, appropriately, in Gundam Ace. It’s a done-in-one omnibus about the creators of Gundam… but expect comedy.

Vampeerz: My Peer Vampires is a Sunday GX series about the love between a teenage girl and a vampire… I think. The description is vague, but I mean, title.

ASH: Count me curious.

MELINDA: Same.

SEAN: And Airship has two early digital titles, including a debut. 7th Time Loop: The Villainess Enjoys a Carefree Life Married to Her Worst Enemy! (Loop 7-kaime no Akuyaku Reijou wa, Moto Tekikoku de Jiyuukimama na Hanayome (Hitojichi) Seikatsu wo Mankitsusuru) is, yes, a villainess novel. But this time our heroine has done this a lot. She’s lived full lives. She’s done different occupations. She keeps getting killed. Now, on her 7th try, why not marry her killer?

We also get the first volume of Classroom of the Elite: Year 2.

That turned out to be a whole lot. Thoughts?

By: Sean Gaffney

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