#(yes that's a new tag! I'll be using it for stuff from my own life i wanna show off that isn't my Content^tm)

[improbable-implosions]

I haven't been posting about this here, but I've been doing a good deal of visible mending, figured now is a good time to start posting!

Up first, we've got a little sashiko! It's no secret these comfy elastic-fibered jeans have trouble holding up to anything beyond basic wear, so I threw a (loosely adapted) yarai pattern on these jeans to get them holding together longer!

This being my first pass at sashiko, it's far from my best work (I get better later, as you'll see soonventually) but I still find it quite charming, if I'm honest! These jeans would have been toast if I hadn't put this patch on, and the sashiko technique here reinforces a weak spot quite nicely, so my thighs don't absolutely wreck these jeans quite so quickly.

#visible mending #sashiko #solarpunk #clothing repair #denim #actual blogging? on my tumblog? it's more likely than you think! #sashiko yarai #(well sort of) #(i didn't transfer the pattern very well ^^;) #queue.queue #a thousand words #sproutleboople #glacier's blitherblather #nesterian lifestylings #(yes that's a new tag! I'll be using it for stuff from my own life i wanna show off that isn't my Content^tm)

[king-paimon]

Houseki no Kuni Chapter 103 Thoughts: Can't Stop the Inevitable But It'll Be OK (Maybe...)

Hello hello hello. Long time no see, Houseki no Kuni fandom! How have you all been? It's been a while. That hiatus Ms. Haruko Ichikawa took much longer than expected. That's fine by me because I've been pretty busy these past few months. Mostly the usual stuff; had some major ups and downs for me and those who I care about, annoying work/life events, though I had the wonderful opportunity to branch out and meet people who could help me with my career, found some new stuff to obsess over, etc. I honestly forgot about Houseki no Kuni for a little while until I saw the announcement about the latest chapter.

And now here we are.

This chapter was very dialogue heavy, though fairly straightforward. It seems to confirm some of the thoughts and theories other fans and myself had made back in chapter 102, though I left me asking a few new questions. They aren't big questions, but I just can't help but wonder...

This will definitely be one of my shorter posts because I don't have any big analytical thoughts here, just with lots of pictures from the chapter, so I'll make sure to add the spoiler tag. As always, please feel free to share your own thoughts in this post and sorry in advance for any mistakes or ramblings. Might add more later, but I can't promise anything.

Anyways, here we go!

It'll Be OK: Liberation Of Internalized Suffering

The interaction in this chapter was interesting. Like I stated above, this chapter confirms that Phos is scared of corrupting the new rock species or being the catalyst that would cause humanity to come back. They don't want to be the source of suffering again, even if it meant destroying the very last remaining piece of their original self. They were ready to do whatever it took to prevent that from happening, even by having the entity who hated humanity do the deed.

But what surprised me a little in this chapter was Eyeball. For one, even though he could have fulfilled Phos's request, he didn't. He claims that there's only a trace of humanity on Phos's remaining piece, but states that it'd go away over time, therefore there's no reason to destroy it, even though Phos initially wanted that. I'll get back to this part later.

The other thing that surprised me was how Eyeball was able to placate Phos's current mindset, at least for a little bit, and he do it in an interesting way. Eyeball basically told Phos "Hey, your fear might come true... but it'll be okay. If if comes to that, I'll figure something out. And you shouldn't worry too much about it even if it happens because all things will come to an end one day, including us, and things will start over again in some way. There's no point in stressing about that future, so don't worry about it."

In some ways, I kind of see this as Eyeball liberating Phos by taking some of their burdens onto himself by him stating that he'd be the one to figure out what to do if humanity did come back, not Phos, all the while dispelling Phos's other concerns by stating that Phos shouldn't waste their time worrying about what could happen. Phos's fears might come true... but so what? That's just how things go. Somethings are just out of your control and change is inevitable. Yes, it's stressful to worry about but that's just how it is. That's the strange beauty of it all, at least that's how I see it.

And I don't know about you, but I just really liked Eyeball's monologue through these pages.

In the end, I think this interaction helped Phos by the fact that despite their fears, they chose to tell the pebbles about what the Professor said and humanity. Because even though Phos understands that humanity is capable of doing horrible things, thanks to their own experience as a sufferer and perpetrator, they also understand that there are parts of humanity that is capable of creating wonderful things. I'm glad that Phos is the one who wants to take this task. Despite everything, Phos is taking it upon themselves to be the one to teach these aspects to the pebbles so they can have the freedom to figure out how they can learn and evolve from this point onwards. It may lead to a better version of "humanity" or it could lead to something very similar. Who knows? But at least Phos is (hopefully) giving them what they need to figure themselves out.

What will come from this interaction is anyone's guess and I'm hoping we will soon see within the next, and hopefully last, couple of chapters.

The Last Piece Of The Past: Why Keep it?

One of the things that this chapter left me questioning was the final piece of the original Phosphophyllite. Not only is this the last remainder of Phos, but it may be the very last piece of the last human descendants; not just for the gems, but for the admirabilis and the lunarians. If what Eyeball said about the Lunarians intentionally leaving a piece of Phos's untarnished self behind is true, my question.. is why? Why did they leave this behind in Phos?

Was this for Phos's benefit somehow? Is it supposed to remind them of their origins or who they represented they obtained their final deity form? Or is the piece supposed to serve as some sort of artifact that could be beneficial for future organisms that would form over the course of time?

At this point, I have no clue. If anyone has any theories, please feel free to add them or post them!

Until Next Time! (Hopefully sooner than 4 months...)

That's honestly all that I have at this point in time for this post. I may come back to it and add more, but I can't promise anything. I don't know how my future posts for the hopefully last chapters will go, but I'll be honest... I can't wait to see it end. I enjoyed this story and I'm still looking forward to see what happens next, but I'm ready to it end.

For those of you who like these rambles, thank you so much! I still love seeing everyone's thoughts and I can't wait to see what people think of this chapter.

Hopefully this will be the last hiatus Ms. Ichikawa will have and we'll be facing the true final stretch of this story.

Or maybe we'll face another hiatus after another couple of chapters.

We'll see.

See you later!

#houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #hnk #lotl #hnk thoughts #hnk spoilers #lotl spoilers #hnk chapter 103 #hnk spoiler #hnk phosphophyllite #hnk phos #haruko ichikawa #hnk meta #hnk manga #hnk manga spoilers

[suzy-queued]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

Hello friends, and welcome to another tag game. Thank you for tagging me, @creepkinginc

how is your day going? It's the best day of the week so far. It's Noel's birthday, so it feels like a holiday. Just knowing that that man exists...

are you okay? Yeah, I am. Life has been throwing a lot of stuff at me, but that's why I'm here: to handle it all.

what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour? I love orange, specifically neon, Creamsicle orange.

are you single? Nope. I've been married for 20 years.

are you happy about that? I am! My husband is wonderful. He's my biggest advocate when I need emotional protection. He and I work together well, which is good because we co-own a business. We have enough similar interests to have things to talk about and do together, but enough divergent interests that we can enjoy life apart from each other. I love him!

what age do you feel in your brain? Some vague age that's less than I am now. Like I'm always playing catch-up.

do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you? I've had some good times, but I honestly feel like the best are yet to come.

do you have a best friend? Sure do!

did you have a childhood pet? I've owned cats continuously since I was small. Mostly strays that I adopted.

do you sing or whistle around the house? I sing ... now. My son used to shush me, and I didn't want to infiltrate his safe space (he's sensitive to stimuli). Now we sing together.

do you light candles or incense? Candles, yes. Incense, no.

are you busy Friday night? My other son is playing Pinocchio is his high school performance of Shrek, and it's opening night.

if you were a circus performer which act would you be in? I'd be chilling with the big cats.

what is your favourite outfit? Jeans, white t-shirt, flannel, boots.

what's the last thing you created? A mock-up of a gold record framed gift that we might produce, to give to large donors to our community radio station.

what is your favourite fic or book of all time? "The Bottoms" by Joe R. Lansdale.

what are you looking forward to? Starting to publish my new multi-chap fic in May.

what can put you immediately in a better mood? Stepping out into the sunlight.

do you like hugs? I'm not a very touchy person, but I enjoy quick hugs as a greeting.

what is something you wish people understood about you? Any even-ness and together-ness that I may present doesn't mean that there isn't turmoil underneath. It's all kinds of messy up in here.

I'll tag ... @metalheadmickey @juliakayyy @francesrose3 @rayrayor @mybrainismelted @gallawitchxx @darlingian @wehangout @lingy910y @sweetbee78

#tag games #about me

[evilvvithin]

Track you down pt. 7

Pairing: yautja (feral) x f!reader 

Warnings: stripping| implied sex | single period mention | angst

Summary: Both you and your Yautja are met with a challenge from the elders, but there’s also something else in the air…

Words: 3,774

Notes: Apologizing for this chapter taking so long as I've been quite busy and had troubles writing it overall. This is two chapters put into a big final one. I decided to leave this story be as I felt that forcing myself just to come up with some plot is not good at all for the quality of the fic. The story is nice and finished at this point and while there definetly can be more to it (the ending is open), it's fine on it's own as it is so I'm ending it in its best moment. That being said, there's a possibility of a “Aftermath” chapter coming in the future.

AO3 | OTHER CHAPTERS

TAGS: @looseratinthegarage @life-or-something-like-it @celebrain @themology @ajarofpickledtears

~

If you had to use one word to describe your first experiences with the new helmet, it would be “disorienting”. All the different visions that took over your normal sight made you confused, but not for long. Within an hour or less you knew exactly how to use the helmet effectively and what to look for with each vision. Heat vision made hunting too easy for you to the point you didn't enjoy it as much anymore. The animal couldn't hide nor escape you, especially when you target it and send projectiles on it using your shoulder cannon. Shoulder cannon, yes. That thing, as you soon realized, was too heavy to just carry around. Your mate never had an issue with it, but he was two times the size of you. He offered to shrink the shoulder weapon, or transfer it to something similar but wrist or arm equipped. You refused, shoulder cannon was the official reward for "blooding" and you didn't want any shortcuts or easier stuff. Eventually I'll get used to it and won't even know it sits on my shoulder.

"Let's go," your mate shouted your way.

You blinked and followed him inside the ship. Spaced out, you stood in front of the doors for god knows how long  just staring at the dark green blood pools on the ground. It was the only thing left from the encounter now, your mate got rid of the bodies, or rather what was left of them, when you were resting inside the ship after the hunt. 

You felt the whole ship vibrate and heard metal screeching. It was time to meet his tribe mates and the elders, as he said before. You had an uneasy feeling about it all, but as long as you were with your yautja, nothing was going to happen to you. 

Right? 

You weren't scared of getting hurt or anything like that. You were just an ooman, what if they don't accept you? Laugh at you? What if they thought you are simply not worth it even when you proved yourself?

You walked towards the main control panel and stood behind your mate. There was no point in thinking about what was going to happen. It wasn't happening yet. Placing your hands on his shoulders, he purred slightly and you focused on the fascinating view outside as the ship flew towards the blinding sun. 

Couple hours later you arrived. You expected some Yautja city, village, anything but all you saw in front of you was an enormous ship. Its size was comparable to a small planet. Once inside, you felt the weight of thousands of eyes on you. All the other yautjas inside the ship stared at you, their clicking noises filling up your ears. Thanks to spending so much time with your yautja, you knew this kind of clicking meant confusion. 

Meeting the leaders of your mates clan wasn't as scary as you thought. They weren't any giant monsters as you thought, you were met with an ordinary yautjas just like your mate. Only differences you noticed were that their dreadlocks were lighter and one of them had his dreads almost white. You assumed he must've been the oldest, the leader of the leaders. They had a bunch of weapons you've never seen before and a lot of small trophies hung all over their necks and torsos to show their status and experience. Glued to your mates side, you observed them talking in their language and staring at you repeatedly from head to toes. You didn't understand anything they were saying but by their body language and the tone of their voices you knew this whole meeting was in a friendly enough spirit. When you caught the words "bad blood", the yautja leaders looked at you again,  nodding their heads. He must've been telling them about the fight, about how you defeated one of them. 

After a while, the yautja with almost white dreads  walked up to you and grabbed a few of your hair, saying something to the other elders. Your mate replied something and shook his head. You had no idea what was going on or what they talked about at all but you started to feel somehow uneasy. Your mate wrapped his arm around your shoulders. The elders kept chirping to each other, discussing something while you two waited. You looked up to your mate and he nodded his head at you as if he knew what was on your mind. 

Are we leaving soon? 

When they were finished with their discussion, the leader walked up to and reached his hand to you. There was a small necklace with a skull attached to it, polished and whitened to the point it was sharply reflecting any light back. It looked like a bird skull but you could see some sharp teeth on it.

"For you," your mate said when he noticed you were not accepting it right away.

You grabbed the skull and thanked the leader yautja in your language. He acknowledged your answer by a nod and slowly walked back to the other ones. You felt your yautja pushing into your back as a sign to start walking and so you did. 

Without a single word you two walked all the way back to your resting ship. 

"What is that?" You asked as soon as you were inside, observing the skull more. 

"Gift out of respect," he replied. "Killing one of us is not an easy task even for other yautjas, especially when it comes to… 'those'. When an ooman does it, it certainly deserves some respect." 

Wow, you said in your mind and put the necklace over your head, letting the skull rest on your chest. It was the perfect size and length for you. Your mate pleasantly tilted his head. 

"What were you talking about back there?" You asked. 

He walked away towards the main control panel of your ship, not answering for a while.

"They want to hunt," he finally said and pushed some buttons. 

"Hunt?" You got so excited at the word it almost scared you. "I mean, what hunt?" You repeated the question in a calmer voice.

"Special hunts we sometimes have to do," he paused. "On Earth."

You swallowed hard, your throat felt dry suddenly. Hunting animals for food and defeating yautja in self defense was one thing, but hunting down and killing humans?

"Why?"

"They need good warriors to retrieve our technology after an unsuccessful hunt," he replied. 

Good warriors?

"You killed bad blood, you are more than a good warrior in their eyes."

"We are going right now?"

"Tomorrow."

~

The rumbling of the ship's engine woke you up. Your dog peacefully rested on your chest. You decided to keep lying, and didn't want to wake him up. 

Am I really gonna do this? Your head was full of thoughts. Do I even have a choice? You stared blankly into the ceiling. Earth never really gave me anything good, really. Fuck it. You looked back at your dog. Except you, of course, you scratched his head gently. 

All the time away from your old life, you barely felt any connection to it or the people you knew. Even your family. You only missed your father a little, but he was gone from your life longer than you were away from Earth. Yet you still felt nauseous imagining actually killing someone, someone like you. Not to mention taking any kind of trophy off of them. 

Your dog whined suddenly and licked your face panicky.

"Oh. Bad dreams, sweetheart?" You hugged him tightly and buried your face in his fur. 

"We're close." 

You heard your mates words coming from the main panel. You had to get up and prepare for whatever was ahead of you. When you joined him, you realized the ship rumbling wasn't your ship, but another one which was in front of you. The ship of elders. Your mate pointed to the table across the room, under his gear wall. 

"I prepared something for you there," he said and watched you check the stuff out. 

He shrunk the gear to fit you and must've made some pieces custom from scratch. When did he find the time to do it? First thing that caught your eye was some sort of metal skirt. It looked like shirt armor that knights used to wear in medieval times, but this weighed nothing, yet it was strong. You were sure nothing could pierce that, definitely not any human weapons. Only thing that could damage this was probably Yautjas weapons and technology. 

You felt your mate walk behind you. Once he got right at your back, you felt him sniffing you. 

"You smell good now for some reason," he purred into your ear and inhaled your scent again.

"That's because I'm nervous," you tried to laugh it off. 

You were sweating nervously because of the upcoming events. You weren't sure how he'd think it's a good smell, but his smell was different to yours afterall.

"It's not quite that," he said and inhaled again, confused why you smell the way you do. 

You were confused even more than him.

"I'm gonna try it on."

With those words you started to unbutton your shirt and grabbed the chest piece from the table. Your mate gave you some space by making one single step away and now he stood there watching you, his mandibles twitching. 

"Enjoying it?" You asked as you clearly knew what he was thinking. 

You removed your shirt with slow, passionate movements. Running your hands down your own body and curves. Grabbing your helmet, you activated heat vision and looked at him through it seeing all his lower area heated up. Couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. 

"Keep laughing," he purred out in a deep voice. "Try the armor, slowly." 

Keeping your helmet on, you slid down your pants, making sure your movement is slow enough. You paused at your ass, squeezing your ass cheeks and wiggling them as you pulled the pants down over them. His clicking noise filled the room. 

This is silly, you laughed in your head, but at least I'm not sweating from nervousness anymore.

You put on the skirt and gauntlets, fixing both tight enough so they don't move nor hurt. The whole armor weighed nothing to your surprise, it felt like you were naked. Your mate tilted his head seeing you in full armor and the heat in his lower body grew.

"You look good with nothing on," he twitched his mandible, "but this is almost better."

You cursed at the fact there wasn't any mirror or anything like that. He grabbed your waist and turned you around, almost like a dance attempt. Pulling you closer to him, he ran his hands down to your ass and rested them there. 

"We don't have time," he hissed out annoyedly. 

You heard him deeply inhale your scent again and you pulled away your mask. You couldn't smell anything unusual but he clearly seemed amazed. He couldn't tell what it was, he smelled it before but couldn't remember. 

"How's it gonna be? The hunt?" You asked and walked towards the main panel, staring out the window into the distance.

"There will be a group of us. We split when we land and meet up again later."

"Each on their own?"

"We go in pairs," he looked down at you. "You and I are gonna have fun together."

For some reason it didn't make you less nervous. You felt something was off about this whole Earth trip and you noticed before already that your mate is not so eager about it either. 

Grabbing your arm, your mate tapped on your wrist armor and you heard a silent whoosh. You had your own cloak device now. Three more Yautja duos were standing around you, cloaking themselves as well and leaving in different directions. You inhaled deeply, looking down at the town you knew so well. It wasn't your hometown, but its neighbor town. You didn't miss Earth at all, surprisingly. All you felt was adrenaline for the hunt and sweaty palms from nervousness. 

Hmpf.

You followed your mate throughout a small dark street, constantly thinking about what the leader Yautjas were telling you all before. Your mate didn't share and you didn't want to ask, if it was important he'd told you, right? Need to learn the language more frequently to learn it all quickly, you said to yourself.

He grabbed your arm to make you stop moving and you noticed a person coming your way. You didn't even breathe as the person walked just an inch from you, not noticing the presence of you two at all. Your eyes wide open, not able to believe it worked so easily and smoothly. 

"The more silent and invisible we are, the better," your mate said silently. 

"I thought we were on a hunt?" 

"We are, but our prey is bigger than these ordinary oomans."

The person wasn't worth the time. It wasn't worthy prey at all for him. You knew it but you rather thought about it as he let the person be because he was innocent and unarmed. You decided to just wait and see what he meant exactly by bigger prey, following your Yautja into another, even darker street. 

The whole time you believed you landed near your hometown. The surroundings and streets looked so familiar to you, even the forest you were just walking through looked exactly like the one you knew. Soon enough you were proven wrong. You stopped in front of barely visible metal doors, hiding an underground sewer tunnel behind them. 

This definitely wasn't in the forest where I used to go with my dog, you thought. 

You didn't mind the smell at all and followed your mate. You felt careless, untouchable by his side. It wasn't a good thing, but you were happy to not feel nervous as before.

"How did you know about this?" You asked after a while. 

"Experience," he replied shortly. 

He's been here already, you finished the sentence for him in your head.

The sound of the busy city disappeared and all you could hear was the dirty water sploshing with every step you took and cold wind running through the sewers. It was fascinating to see the water react to your steps, without seeing your feet. You could have switched your helmet vision and see the heat of your body, but you wanted to keep your sight clear as long as possible. Your heart was pounding quicker than usual as you were ready for anything happening any second. Feeling the cold wind on your hot skin, you shivered slightly. 

Before you could've asked how long the tunnel is, you noticed the stars reflecting in the water in front of you, meaning the sewers ended there. Inhaling the fresh cold air which was stronger now, you bumped into your mate's arm raised in front of you.

"Wh-" you wanted to ask but he immediately shushed you with a hiss.

No matter how hard you tried, you didn't recognize anything unusual. The same exact wind, the same exact smell, the same exact noises. Activating your helmet didn't show anything either. You kept silent till your mate finally lowered his arm and uncloaked. You followed his decision and uncloaked right after. 

"Wave vision," he said finally.

You only turned on heat vision before, believing it's the ultimate vision to always show you anything hidden. Everything generates heat, afterall. Once you turned the vision showing vibrations on, be it noise or movement, you saw indicators of movement coming from in front of you. There were at least a hundred of them, it was hard to tell as they were overlapping. 

"Woah, what are all those?" You whispered. 

"Majority of what you see are heartbeats," he replied in a low voice.

"Heartbeats? There's so many…"

"It's your government. They knew we were coming."

You looked at him, but weren't even surprised by his reply at all. This is what he meant by bigger prey. It made sense, who else would have yautja technology? 

"Are you saying all these are people?"

He nodded in reply. 

"The others will get here soon. We were more likely being tracked since our arrival or right after. Splitting up is always a good time waste for them."

"So," you sighed. "We will just wait here for them?"

Your mate went silent for a long time, occasionally clicking his mandibles. He seemed stressed, fighting something inside his head. 

"Let's go back to our ship," he finally said and started to walk back into the sewer.

"We can just leave it?" You blinked your eyes surprised. "I thought we had to do something?"

"We can't just leave like this, no. It's against the honor code," his head was turned down as he was looking into the ground.

"That means… that's like doing something illegal. We should go hack. What if the mission fails because they had 2 hunters less?" 

He remained silent for a while.

"They will be fine."

"But why-"

"It's too dangerous."

"Dangerous? What do you m-"

"Dangerous for you."

"I'm -"

You wanted to argue and say you should go back, but deep inside you were celebrating. The amount of heartbeats was terrifying and who knows how many more of them were inside. You knew this was probably nothing for your mate, specifically if he would go in with other Yautjas. 

He was walking silently next to you, occasionally making the typical silent clicking noise. Lost in his own thoughts, he was walking faster and faster.

"What's gonna happen? We didn't listen to the leaders," you asked. 

"Won't be seeing them, anyone. Let's get to our ship and go away." He replied. 

"Doesn't it mean we broke -"

He put a finger to his helmet to shhhh you. He learnt this from you. Getting back to ship unseen and unheard was the best thing you could do now, except going back to finish the mission. 

You knew what this meant but still wanted to hear a clear answer. Are we bad blood now? We are not as bad as bad bloods… but we broke the rules.

The thought of you two becoming prey for other Yautjas sent a shiver down your spine. The government building and army in front of it didn't seem so bad suddenly. Or did it? Your fellow humans didn’t know anything about fairness, especially in a fight. 

~

Once inside your ship, you put away your helmet and some pieces of your armor you were not needing. Your mate immediately started the engine. 

“Can we still return to the hunt?” You asked while undressing. 

“The killing already started,” he hissed out.

“We are in bigger danger now aren’t we?”

“We are in danger, but danger that can be easily avoided. We go far away and hide for a while.” 

He was right, if the elders wanted to send someone to hunt you down, they’d have to search countless planets and places in space. Like looking for a needle in hay. On the other hand, you also thought that maybe they wouldn’t really bother, or at least that won’t bother too much. There were way worse bad bloods and crimes done against their code of honor. You wanted to believe the thought, it was calming you down. 

Your dog was whining in a corner, sensing something wasn’t okay. You walked to him and massaged his chest in an attempt to calm him down. It always worked, he loved getting his chest rubbed. The engine shook with the whole ship when it elevated, hovering above the ground for a while. You saw your mate pressing all kinds of buttons, setting a location you can go towards. Grabbing a piece of meat that was stored for your dog, you gave it to him and joined your mate. None of you said anything, but both of you agreed to not talk about what happened anymore. At least for a while. When you stopped behind his back, you saw a big red screen floating above the main panel with dots and lines. One of the dots carried a name, “Earth”. You saw him zooming out and touching another small dot. It looked like it was right next to Earth on the screen, but in reality it was probably years of flying away even with this ship. He let out a satisfied purr when the ship moved and zipped towards the location he just set.

“We have peace for a while,” he said and turned to you. 

He was inhaling deeply, sniffing you again. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

You weren’t sweating anymore this time nor were you nervous, what could he be smelling? You sniffed yourself to make sure, but smelled nothing. 

“Wrong? Nothing is wrong,” he said and kept sniffing, twirling his mandibles. Whatever he was inhaling, he liked it a lot. “You should be asking what’s good.”

With those words, he pulled you closer and placed a large hand on your lower belly area. Your eyes widened as you realized what this could mean. It’s impossible. 

Your mate noticed your shocked look and pointed to his helmet. 

“It shows your heartbeat as well, even the others inside of you.” 

You wanted to see for yourself to truly believe everything he was saying, but he was holding you firmly in place. 

This is wrong, whatever he saw couldn’t be a… child. Yautja and humans, no. 

“There were few cases of offsprings of our kind,” he said, rubbing your belly. 

Thinking about it, you realized you didn’t have your period… for too long. You weren’t counting days nor weeks, but you’ve spent quite some time with your yautja already. If this all was true,  carrying an offspring would change your hormones and smell. So that’s what he was smelling the whole time.

You weren’t able to say anything as you couldn't process what you just heard yet. There’s just no way… Your mate suddenly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you towards the table with equipment. 

“Should celebrate while he can,” he said with a low voice as he seated you down at the edge. 

Immediately forgetting what you’ve just heard and how you didn’t join the mission the second he placed his hand back to your abdomen, sliding down slowly. 

There is no one following us, nor threatening. No need to be worried now, you said to yourself and gave in to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure his hand was creating between your legs. 

#prey 2022 #feral predator #yautja #feral predator x reader #yautja x reader #yautja x you #feral predator x you #fanfiction #predators #yautja x human #monster fucker #tw monsterfucking #.trackyoudown #avp #mari.fic

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Fanfic Tag Game!

Tagged by the one and only @sarcasticsciencefictionwriter ❤️

1. How many fics do you have on AO3?

Only 22!!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

492,234. Which is a lot of words per fic, yes.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Sanctuary. Though I used to write for others

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Mr & Mrs - 110

Love Don't Die - 46

With Interest - 30 (but I feel this is misleading in that it's been up the longest)

Sturdy (29)

And it's a tie for fifth! Both What Should Have Happened After The Clean Up and When Will Failed the Perception Test have 18.

It is hilarious to me that only one of these is G rated. On is M rated, but otherwise it's explicit all the way 😲

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I try to! The only time I don't is if I've already been chatting to the person about the thing. But otherwise yes. Come be my friend via the comments!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I had one called 'Release' that was all about Helen dying and choosing to go which was pretty angsty. 'She Had Him at Hello' is also gonna have a more angsty ending because canon is angsty when it comes to Helen and Nikola...

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hehe. Most of them? I generally prefer happy endings because life is dark and depressing enough all on its own... I mean I did a whole series where the central premise was giving Helen and Nikola the happy ending the writers weren't willing to offer...

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Honestly, not since joining the Sanctuary fandom. The only really awful, vitrolic hate I recieved was in a different fandom (nothing quite like a gang of middle aged women telling you that you're awful to start off your writing journey!!)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Lol. Yes. Most kinds. I'm new to the kinkier stuff, but provided it is consensual, I'm game.

Most of my stuff is romantic-y though. I like to write the tender stuff, with the occasional rough and tumble threaded throughout.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Haven't done one yet! Though I'm not adverse to it - my brain just doesn't work that way.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I... I don't think so. Is that a thing people do?! Yikes...

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Nope. Again though, not adverse to the idea!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Helen/Nikola. Hands down. Their dynamic is *chefs kiss*

16. What are your writing strengths?

Description, probably. And build up maybe? I'm pretty good at stretching out the anticipation...

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fight sequences. I know in theory they're no different to sex scenes, but a lot of the smut I write is about the feeling rather than the action.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I used to do a fair bit of it, but I've found ways around it now so that I don't have to struggle with grammar I'm absolutely going to get wrong. The only exceptions for me are when I want to use a single word (like when Helen meets one of Nikola's sisters and she says 'sestra') where translation is clear, or when a character is trying to hide something from another. But even then I'll normally not use more than a word or two.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Private Practice.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Well, my current favourite is 'Stupid' because it really was my first go at writing some proper kinky stuff and I'm pretty pleased with how chapter 2 turned out, even if I'm still a bit nervous about posting it because it's more intense than anything I've written before.

Tagging @tinknevertalks @theleotorrio @writerxwren (and anyone else who wants to play along!!)

#thank you :) #tag game

[rowniebow]

the office job | peter parker x gn!reader

summary: an awkward meeting

pairings: peter parker x reader

cw: murder and death mentions

word count: 1.9k+

an: i really enjoyed writing this and feel like i could take this somewhere but it felt right to end it here so, let me know!

masterlist

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it was early december when i met you. i honestly can't recall the day, it was such a blur back then. but the snow that sat in your hair gave the date away.

"oh, jesus! i'm sorry-," you voice was ragged and worn. still to this day, i wonder what had strained your chords as bad as they had that morning. a cold, perhaps? maybe you simply caught a bad case of the morning raspies that day.

"in a hurry?" i managed to choke out a smile while you struggled to get the several binders under your arms back into place.

"um, no, actually. just a cluts." your soft, raspy laugh smacked me in my head and something ran cold pinpricks down my spine.

when you finally looked up at me, i thought i was going to pass out. your eyes twinkled with a light of unmatched warmth. your lopsided grin made my knees shake. your messy hair (which i came to find out is how it always is) fell over and around your face perfectly.

"are you-? sorry, are you new here?" you asked me. you kept your grin, but curiosity ran through your eyes and brows, now.

"me? no, no, i've been locked down in the basement. timothy finally set me free!"

i admit it was a horrible joke. but could you blame me when all i was thinking about was how beautiful you were?

and you know what's crazy? you laugh. you laughed at my shitty joke. and your laugh is like a thousand miracles.

"i always knew tim had some freaky stuff down there!" your giggle died out and so did your eye contact with me. "what department are you in?"

your smile was still there. i couldn't see it all too well since you had gone back to fixing your binders but it was so evident in your scratched voice.

"pictures."

"oh-!"

"photos."

"yeah?" you finally looked back up. god, those eyes.

"yeah."

"really?"

"absolutely.

"well, i guess i know who i'll go to whenever i need a picture for my article now, huh-" you tilted your head to get a look at my name tag. "peter parker?"

"that's my name, don't wear it out." your eyes crinkled in the corners. the little happy glaze covered your eyes. "you're, uh, you write?"

"yes, sir!"

"what do you write about?"

"well, i do crime articles, but do you wanna hear a secret, peter parker?" you lowered your voice to an attempted whisper but the rasp caused a loud squeak to slip through your lips every other word or so.

i could only nod and stare into your eyes that stayed steady on my own.

"my true passion is the crossword puzzles on the back."

i let my mouth fall agape at the oh so shocking words but a smile pulled at my cheeks.

"i know, i know. i have many mysteries, i do."

the door that you had come in from opened and some man i didn't bother to recognize looked us up and down as he wiped his feet. i suppose we did look odd, chatting at the corner of the entrance.

as you looked over your shoulder at the man's retreating back, your smile faltered. you hugged the binders under your arm tighter, looking back over to me.

and those eyes met mine once again.

"well, i will see you soon, peter parker." you turned on your heel and made your way down the hall as soon as the words left your mouth.

"what did you say your name was?" i called.

"i didn't." you only glanced over your shoulder at me. i could make out your upturned lips, but nothing more.

⭒⭒

the week until i saw you again felt like months. even now, the hours in between seeing you feel like years and the minutes feel like days.

but then especially, when i was settling into the new work environment, life was dull and i regretted taking the job. you had set my expectations so unreasonably high. you, my new coworker who was charming and funny.

it was very bold of me, and idiotic, to assume anyone else at this damn newspaper job would be anything compared to your gracefulness.

your voice came out of nowhere that day. it was different this time. smoother. just as relaxing as before but in a different kind of way. your voice danced more. your voice spun and jumped with as much liveliness as your eyes held.

"peter parker," you called ever so quietly from behind me.

i turned, eyes wide at your sudden appearance. a smile soon overtook my relaxing features, though.

"hey!"

"i have a request."

"from who?"

"from the mailman downstairs. he says your box is overflowing. who do you think?"

you sat one hand on the desk and the other on the back of my chair. you were mere inches away and i could smell you. you smelled sweet. vanilla. just as sweet as your eyes and smile.

you began to lean in, my nose was practically in the crook of your neck. "no, i have a request for my favorite photographer. don't tell billy i said that, though." you whispered with a giggle and a grin.

"uhm," i cleared my throat, smile hadn't left since you arrived, and spoke as smoothly as i could. i refused to let any bumps or errors infiltrate my speech with you around. "yeah, of course, what's up?"

"i want a photo for an article that i am trying to write. but i gotta go to the murder scene for it. come with?"

"t-today?" and there goes the bumps and errors.

"as soon as humanly possible, preferably." your eyes traveled across the room. "otherwise, i can always go to billy-"

i began gathering my stuff a little too anxiously but at the time it seemed reasonable, i swear.

"no, no! i'm all good for it."

we stood up straight together. i hadn't realized how much of a height difference there was between the two of us until now.

"great!"

camera equipment and bags in hand, we headed out.

"oh but what i said about the mailboxes? that was true. george, our mail keeper, keeps complaining to me about an extremely full box that has your name on it."

"i didn't even know we had a mailroom!"

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"this is it?"

"what do you mean 'this is it?', why did you say it like that?" your lovely eyes met mine as we stood looking around at the nature before us.

"i mean- it's not very... murder site-y,"

"poor girl was dumped in a forest. those-" you waved your hand over the space that was cut off from caution tape and little yellow tents with numbers on them. "-are the closest your going to get to murder site-y."

i looked at you like you were stupid.

"we're not going to take a picture of her dead body and put them up all over the newspaper! that's so inconsiderate."

"the other people in the crime department do-"

"the other people in the crime department are desensitized and lack any empathetic bone in their body."

it was nice out. the ground was covered in a blanket of snow. animals bounced from branch to branch, causing bits and pieces of cold white to fall around us.

you stood with your hands stuffed in your pockets. your fingers shook any time they came out of them.

"so, uh," i groaned while snapping some pictures of the murder site. your eyes fell from our surrounding areas down to me. "what makes you so much different from the other people in the crime department."

you shook your head a little bit, "i never said i was different."

"oh, no, you're right. you only said you have the capacity to be empathetic and they don't."

"listen," you let out a breathy laugh. visible heat left from your smile. "those guys have spilled more coffee on me and said nothing about it than anyone else there."

i couldn't help but let a smile pull at my lips from your uncaring tone. "everyone in that building seems a little..."

"lifeless."

"yeah."

"yeah."

"why aren't you?"

"what?" there's a smile in your voice but i can't hardly see it.

"why haven't your spirits been killed yet?" i couldn't help but smile at the confusion laced through your face.

i went back to taking photos, trying to get the right shot - the best shot - for you.

you thought about your answer for a long while. i opened my mouth, ready to change the subject, when you finally answered.

"it's a sad field, writing about crime. i think they've built up a wall to defend themselves."

i stopped taking photos to see you.

"but i like to get personal with it. i've spent full nights in that office alone crying because the family i had gotten to know was so nice and undeserving, and then i can't find the perfect words to justify their hurt for the one they lost."

you wouldn't look back at me. your eyes were fixed on the twinkling ground.

"i've met a lot of really great people through this job. i get to see the human in every one every day, even when i don't get to see it in my coworkers."

and you look up. you smile. a thoughtful glimmer in your eye. you're satisfied with your words.

you've conveyed yourself: wholly and perfectly.

"what about you?"

"s-sorry?"

"i mean, you're new. you haven't been infected yet. but why this job?"

"oh, i, uh. my answer isn't as nice as yours."

"every answer is nice!" you're still smiling at me. i was so flustered, i don't think i smiled back at all despite my efforts.

and, god, your head did a little tilt.

"i, um, like to capture moments in time. special moments, i guess. or - not even. just moments as a whole. moments of peace, moments of rage. i've come to appreciate moments more since- well,"

i had to take a breath. it was shakey. since what? since everything?

"gotta monetize my interests like everybody else, you know?" i had to let out a laugh. it was breathy and strained.

you didn't laugh.

you smiled, like you always do, but i couldn't tell what you were thinking behind that one.

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"this was a test, you know?" it was a question but you said it more like a statement. as if i really was was supposed to know.

"a test for what?"

"whether you'd be my new personal photographer."

"did i pass?"

"yes! with flying colors."

the chilled air scratched at your cheeks and bit your nose raw. your car felt closer than i wanted it to be.

"do i get a special tag now?"

"i think i can make that happen!"

and i did get a tag.

the next day, you brought me a folded paper that was similar to the size of an id card. it was written in penmanship that showed in every curve you were trying your best but it was your third or fourth try at it, and your hand was getting rather tired, and you were deciding that i probably wouldn't judge your handwriting all that much.

Peter Parker:

Y/N's Best Photographer

i stuck the paper in my wallet where i could see it whenever i liked. and where billy couldn't see it, of course.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x you #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #andrew!peter x reader #tom!peter parker #tom!peter x reader #andrew!peter parker #tobey!peter x reader #tobey!peter parker #spiderman #spider man #female!reader #gn!reader #x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #male reader #male!reader #female reader #peter parker x male!reader #peter parker x female!reader #peter parker x gn!reader

[bogos-bint3d]

I'm literally only making this so I can feel just a slight bit of order in my life

This is my YouTube channel where I try to post some stuff sometimes

Yeah its just the same as here but with way less stuff. BUT I SWEAR I'm working on it

This is my cohost! which is essentially my backup plan for if I leave tumblr.

Not much there yet since I'm still getting used to it

Hmm, I have an AO3 account I guess, but I haven't actually posted anything on it yet. Still figuring out how to customise it and stuff. Same name as all my other stuff: Bogos_Bint3d✨️

I like a lot of things, but I'd say the things that really have me in chokehold are: Undertale/Deltarune, Infinity Train, Ena, Spider-Man (just in general, but mostly spiderverse specifically), Murder Most Unladylike, Heathers, Sonic a little bit, Gorillaz, Sexyman Descendants (does that even count? Whatever I like it). So if you ever want to talk about these things know I would ABSOLUTELY love to. I especially love finding out new things about them so if you know something about these I don't I will eat that UP. So yeah you can follow if you're interested in any of these. I just KNOW there's a ton I'm missing but there's not really anything I can do about that

I am not in any way normal about Undyne from Undertale so I guess if you want to see me talk about her constantly that's a good reason to follow

I sometimes spam reblog if I see something that really makes me feel stuff I am so sorry about that so you might not want to follow if you don't like it

I tag my own art with #bogos I binted (hehe, get it? Photos I printed, bogos I binted... no? Yeah ok)

I tend to tag undertale art with #hotland art club, but I mostly only tag my own art. If I remember tho I'll tag other utdr art,, just don't count on it

Sometimes I tag art with Miles, Gwen, Hobie, and Pavitr as #these four are literally the besties ever, which I haven't actually done in a long time but, hey! Never know when I will again!

I tag my queued posts with #despite everything, its still queue. Yes I know the "its" should grammatically be "it's". No I don't have the energy to change it

🫨-> cool comma that will work normally in post tags: ‚ <-?! Yep! That comma WILL work if you use it in tags, it's very cool! I don't know why I mentioned that... I like it!

Well that's all there really is to me... I know there's stuff I'm forgetting to add but there's literally nothing I can do about that I'll just fix it later or whatever

#pinned post #a PROPER one #finally #ok bye #just noticed the image on the link to my YouTube doesn't change even if my icon has changed #well that sucks #oh well

[aylacavebear]

Stockroom Antics - Chapter 16

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 2437

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic. This one is taking on a life of it's own in a turn I hadn't anticipated, so adding a new tag.

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They watched at first as she walked past Sam and out of her room, following the dragon, and then looked at each other. Both were too confused to say a word out loud, but their expressions to each other said more than words could have.

She was already in the kitchen making some coffee when they joined her, the dragon sitting on the bench seat at the table. At least the dragon wasn’t on the kitchen table. They were relieved she was awake and even seemed to be in a better mood than the previous day. However, now they’d have to try to dig into her personal life to find out where the dragon came from.

“So, uh… a dragon?” Sam asked, sitting down on the opposite side of the kitchen table, watching the dragon with both curiosity and worry.

“Yeah. I’m not sure what her name is yet,” she replied as she leaned against the counter, waiting for the coffee to brew.

“Where’d it come from?” Dean asked, sitting on the same side as his brother. He sounded gruffer than he wanted to.

The little dragon looked from her and over to Dean, closing its mouth and tilting its head like it was thinking or wanting to say something. The brothers thought that was weird. Dragons couldn’t talk, could they? “From the dimension where Pari live,” she answered, watching the interaction.

“How’d it get here?” Sam asked, looking from the dragon to her.

“Well, the, uh…” she paused momentarily as if she was thinking, “Astaria, another Pair. She told me.”

She was being short with her answers, and it was slightly frustrating both of them. The coffee finished a moment later, so she poured herself a cup and sat next to the dragon, who looked like a happy puppy when she sat down. Watching her pet the thing had them slightly speechless.

“Could you give us a little more details?” Sam asked her, attempting to coax her to talk.

“Will it help you with this case?” she asked nonchalantly, not looking up from the dragon.

Dean sighed, all those emotions washing over him again. He was mentally kicking himself for telling her that she was just a case. The moment he felt the heartbreak, the dragon looked at him, its mouth closed, its head tilted. She followed its gaze, and her deep, dark blue eyes met his green ones, causing his breath to hitch in his chest.

“Yes, it will help with the case,” Sam answered her, watching the interaction as his thoughts pieced things together. That dragon knew something, and Sam could see that.

She looked over at Sam, giving him a friendly smile, “Okay,” she began, shrugging her shoulders a bit. “I dream about another place sometimes, since my accident. I never interacted with anyone or anything there before. Well, at least not until last night. Another Pari, Astaria, greeted me, and we talked about stuff. But I never got the chance to ask her how to stay safe from the King of Hell. The dragon is my familiar. Apparently, all Pari have them. Oh, and she can travel between the two dimensions.”

That was something new that they didn’t know, “So, the dragon is gonna be staying?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked back down at it. He noticed how it was still watching Dean. When he looked at his brother, he saw how Dean was now staring at it again.

“Yeah, but she’s harmless. I think. I mean, she seems like she’s okay with both of you. I’m pretty sure if she felt either of you was some sort of threat, she wouldn’t be so calm,” she explained, rubbing the dragon’s chin, which made it almost look as though it was smiling, like when you rub a cat’s jawline.

She sipped her coffee as the brothers contemplated what to say. The dragon looked at them, sometimes focusing more on Dean than Sam. It also looked up at her, to which she reached down and petted it, almost seeming to do it absentmindedly.

“I’m gonna get some dinner,” Dean said, needing to attempt to focus on something other than her and that dragon. The way it kept looking at him made him think that it knew something. Dragons couldn’t be that smart, could they? The only dragons they dealt with had a human form, and this one, so far, didn’t.

He’d made burgers the day before and didn’t want to make the same thing again, so he rooted around in the freezer and fridge, deciding to just make eggs, bacon, and toast for dinner. Dean was already having a hard time focusing, and this would be simple to make and require less concentration.

The little dragon turned so that it could watch him cook. At first, she didn’t seem to notice, as she was paying more attention to Sam, “I’m pretty sure she’ll let you pet her,” she told Sam, then sipped her coffee.

“Not sure I’m ready to take that leap of faith,” he chuckled, “We’ve dealt with dragons before, only those weren’t very nice.”

She tilted her head a bit, puzzled, “You mean, there are dragons here too?” 

Sam chuckled again, “There were a couple, but they had human forms. They weren’t very nice either. That dragon doesn’t look like they did. She’s much smaller.”

When Dean started cooking the bacon, the little dragon flew over to the center island in the kitchen, wanting to get closer and see what he was doing. It walked to the corner and sat down, tilting its head so it could see better.

“Dean…” Sam said, concerned, watching the dragon.

“What?” he asked, not turning around.

“Dude, turn around,” Sam replied, a mix of worry and frustration.

Dean turned around and instantly saw the little dragon there. He only partially jumped but looked at the dragon curiously for a moment. His mind was already thinking a million miles a minute. The little dragon definitely knew something, and he was sure of it.

“You want a piece of bacon?” he asked it, smiling a little and chuckling.

The little dragon opened its mouth, getting a bit excited, causing all three of them to watch it, although Dean almost laughed. Once he cooked the first set, he blew on one of them, cooling it off as he held it between his fingers. The little dragon began to get more excited, dancing around a little bit.

Dean walked over to it, holding the bacon between his fingers. He felt a mixture of worry that it might take his fingers off with the bacon, but at the same time, he wasn’t afraid of it. The little dragon did its best to sit still, seeing Dean’s discomfort. He slowly reached out with the bacon, and to his surprise, the little dragon was very gentle when it took it out of his fingers. The little dragon sat back on its haunches, using its front feet/hands to hold the piece of bacon and eat it. Dean chuckled and reached out to it, slowly. When his hand got close to its head, the little dragon nudged its head against the palm of his hand and purred a little. Dean smiled and felt a warmth move through his body. It was odd but not uncomfortable.

“Well, at least she likes you,” Maria said, seeming slightly puzzled by their interaction.

“She is kinda cute,” he chuckled, then went back to cooking.

She looked somewhat perplexed, watching how the dragon had interacted with Dean, but she didn’t say anything. Sam watched the whole interaction and glanced occasionally at Maria. He had a suspicion that the dragon knew something about Dean. 

“What’s her name?” Sam asked Maria.

Before she could remind Sam that she didn’t know, Dean spoke up without turning around, “Bubbles.”

Maria furrowed her brow, even more puzzled than before, “That’s not her name. When her and I can communicate telepathically, she’ll tell me,” she answered, glaring slightly at Dean.

The little dragon looked between Dean and Maria, then ate the last bite of the bacon it had, licking its “fingers”.

“You’ll be able to talk to it, telepathically?” Sam asked, confused and intrigued.

She looked over at him, “That’s what Astaria said anyway.” 

Sam could tell she wasn’t telling him everything, and he wasn’t sure just how hard or far he could push to get more answers from her. “Did she say when you’d be able to do that?” he asked, trying to push but not too hard.

“As my bond with the dragon grows,” she answered, then looked at the dragon, who was still watching Dean cook, “Although she didn’t say how to make it grow.”

Dean finished cooking right around that time, bringing three plates to the table and setting one down for each of them. He’d considered arguing with her earlier when she said the dragon's name wasn’t Bubbles. He didn’t know how he knew that. He just did. So, he just stayed quiet, listening to her and Sam’s conversation.

The little dragon flew over and sat next to Maria, on its haunches with its front feet on the edge of the table, looking between the three of them.

“I think she wants some more bacon,” Dean chuckled, reaching for a slice on his plate.

She looked down at the dragon and handed it a piece of bacon off her plate, which the dragon took and ate with more manners than any of them had expected. 

The brothers were lost in thought, although on different topics. Sam had suspicions about Dean being Maria’s soulmate, which would make sense as to why he’d been feeling the way he had and why the dragon seemed interested in him. Even if they hadn’t found much more information on soulmates regarding how it worked with Pari or those who didn’t believe in soulmates.

Dean, though, was doing everything he could not to get lost in Maria’s eyes, even if she wasn’t really looking at him. He also wasn’t sure how he knew what the dragon's name was or why. When that question had been asked, the image of bubbles flashed through his mind. The little dragon was cute and seemed far more intelligent than any creature he’d dealt with before, while it still acted like a kitten or puppy at times. The mixture of that was something he found intriguing.

They still weren’t any closer to figuring out how to keep her safe from Crowley, or so they thought. Dinner was eaten mostly in silence. Maria didn’t even say anything about how the meal tasted. However, she did use her powers to clean up after dinner.

“Did you uh… still want that tour?” Sam asked her, feeling bad they hadn’t given her one the day before.

She looked up at him, taking her attention from the dragon, “I guess so,” she replied, almost as if she didn’t care either way.

Sam sighed, “Whenever you’re ready.” She gave him a small smile, “I guess now would be fine.”

The little dragon looked between her and Sam, tilting its head, then looked over at Dean and back at her. Dean was the only one who noticed, though. She got up after Sam and followed him out of the kitchen, using her powers to make a flannel appear on her, although it was left unbuttoned. The dragon didn’t follow her, though. It hopped up on the table and looked at Dean.

“What’s up?” he asked it after they left the kitchen.

An image of two people holding hands appeared in his head, making him sit back a bit.

“Pretty sure she doesn’t even like me,” he told it.

The little dragon tilted its head again. Then, an image of two people hugging came to his mind, making him chuckle.

“You’re gonna have to convince her,” he sighed and looked toward the opening of the kitchen, “I messed up, told her she was just a case.” He was still kicking himself for that one.

The little dragon shook its head, almost like it was trying to disagree with him on that statement, which made him chuckle a little.

Another image of two people sitting and talking came to his mind, but there was no sound.

Again, Dean chuckled and looked back at the dragon, “You convince her to do that, and I’ll talk to her.”

He could have sworn he saw the little dragon roll its eyes, but he didn’t want to read more into it than he already was. The fact that it seemed as though he was talking to a dragon was weird enough.

Sam walked her through the bunker, showing her the different facilities. He even tried to talk to her, but she didn’t seem to be up to talking much. Halfway back toward the war room, he finally decided to ask her.

“So, I read what we had on Pari. It’s not much. Do you believe in the soulmate thing?” he managed to come off nonchalantly as if it was no big deal. 

She shrugged, “Before last night, no, I didn’t believe in it. I’m still having a hard time thinking it’s even a thing. That kind of stuff only happens in fairy tales, not real life,” she answered fairly plainly.

“Then I take it you’re going to try exhausting yourself, to awaken your powers?” he asked, glancing over at her as they walked.

“It seems the easiest way to go about it. Not like there’s anyone here skilled enough to cast any of those spells,” she shrugged, “Besides, I’m just a case to you guys. I’ll figure it out.”

Sam sighed. He realized just how badly that statement from the day before had affected her, “I’m sorry I said that. We normally don’t end up in this kind of situation.” She glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow, “What do you mean, this kind of situation?”

“One where a case involves either of us as in-depth as this one apparently does,” he chuckled, thinking back to how amusing he’d found his brother the night before.

“Not sure how that’s funny,” she mumbled, watching where she was walking now.

“Sorry. I’m not laughing at you,” he replied, then got an idea, “Why don’t the three of us sit down tonight, have a few drinks, and we all get to know each other?”

For a bit, she stayed quiet, seeming to be in her thoughts. Just as they entered the war room, she finally answered him, “I guess so…” She didn’t sound too convincing, though, at least not to him.

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[babycatlix]

hello friends! 💖 and happy new year! i hope 2023 is kind to us all! 

let’s just get into it! at the tail-end of 2021, i wasn’t really sure i was going to stay on tumblr. a lot of the friends i had made on my main and on another side blog had moved on from tumblr/we didn’t talk anymore. the few IRL friends i do have, i don’t follow on here bc i got rid of my old account (c. 2011) so i wasn’t really sure i was going to even be on tumblr during 2022. 

but then... march, 2022, my friend wanted to show me a music video. i wasn’t super jazzed but said “okay.” and he said, “have you heard of stray kids?” and me being into kpop for the better part of 16-ish years i said, “yes, i’ve heard of stray kids. i don’t stan, but i have heard of them.” fast forward a few weeks, he’s made me watch the maniac mv like 10 times and he thinks now is a good time to tell me, “by the way, stray kids is a self-producing group.” in case you didn’t know, i love groups that self-produce. see the other groups i love, bigbang, bts, seventeen, winner and ikon. so as soon as he said that, i was done for. i fell even deeper into kpop and fell into stray kids. 

in april, 2022 i decided that i should make a side blog for stray kids. i didn’t think it would grow into what it has. i just thought it would be like my itzy and blackpink side blogs, where i occasionally post some fan photos and other ppls creations. instead... i thought a good way for me to catch up on 4 years of content was to start giffing and here we are. i say this every time i do a follow forever, but i'm so happy here in my corner of stayblr. everyone is so kind and wonderful! and i want to thank everyone that shows my gifsets love! i'll tag some ppl below, but i want to mention a few special ppl to me first:

@yonglixx and @quokki my lovely sun ☀️ and ale! 💚 we may not talk a whole lot these days, life is busy and school is way too much, but you two were some of the first ppl on stayblr that i really talked to 💖 you guys were my first mutuals 😭🥰

@jinniebit ahhhh anna! we also don't talk a whole lot, but you are special to me! i followed you from your svt main and when i realized that you were here on stayblr, i plucked up my courage (i'm a huge chicken when it comes to interacting first! 🙈) and filled out your mutual form 💖 and i'm so glad i did!

@changbeens wonderful, amazing, talented bee! you mentioned me in your birthday follow forever and i was like, "how have i NOT seen them in my notifs?!" turns out, i was just blind, you were there all along. i love the way you express yourself and you never hesitate to stand up for your friends.

@sunnishine my sunshine 🥰 i'm so glad you were brave one day (i know it took a lot of courage and i'm proud of you 😭) and reblogged one of my gifsets, bc you gave me my own tag and an emoji to go with it 🥺 it was so cute and tbh... i was so nervous to tell you that i wanted a different emoji 😂 but i did and the rest is history.

okay, with the sappy emotional stuff out of the way, here are other ppl that i love a whole lot. if you're not following them, consider doing so! they're all so talented and wonderful! no special order, just alphabetical!

@agibbangs / @atinystraykid / @chanrizard / @chanstopher / @cheekyquokka / @freckledbbokkiee / @geniaparadox / @ggthydrangea / @hanjesungs / @hanjisoonie / @hyunchanz / @jerirose / @jisungs / @juiceofmoons / @jisungsjaistandjeekies / @khairemisthios / @lee--felix / @leefelex / @leenow / @minzbins / @missyedits / @nevoono / @seo-changbinnies / @skz-films / @snug-gyu / @straykidsgallery / @winterfloral

i love you all, you've made being here on stayblr so nice and wonderful! i would've done this sooner, but i worked both new years eve and new years day. but better late than never! i hope 2023 is kind to us all! 💖

#new years 2023

[withlovefromsimtown]

Get to know you- Sims Style

I got tagged by @12raben & would like to procrastinate cleaning my entire house for Thanksgiving, so here we are.

What’s your favorite Sims death?

Run With Scissors! It was available on the official Sims 2 site wayyy back in the day & is now located Here (link)

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Can't it be both? Realistically this is one of those that just doesn't apply to Sims 2, because almost all of the BG hairs are made of alpha panels & so is the lace on the bottom of the BG silk nightgown. But yes to improved & later-EP Maxis textures.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

If I have a specific outfit I want them in, & the outfit doesn't have a fatmorph or has one that breaks through the top/bottom of the outfit, sure. Until the next time I close the game, at least... adding & fixing fatmorphs is stupid easy, resisting the urge to throw out the clothing & create a whole new wardrobe is very hard. Then I'll cheat it back if I remember the next time I load the game.

Do you move objects?

Yes.

Favorite Mod?

ACR (link).

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

Either Livin' Large or House Party. I wanna say House Party because that was the one that had celebrities come to your house for a good party, right?

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

I've actually never said the words "live mode" out loud. I could see both being accurate. aLIVE. Like "go live" in software terms, they are software that is becoming operational. Or LIVing... Build/Buy/Live, as the actions that you as the player are taking in the game. I would probably swap back & forth if I was ever forced to talk about it using the words "live mode".

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

Oh nooo... I don't often make my own Sims, but use premades or recreations of Sims from different games... so... Goopy Gilscarbo.

Have you made a simself?

Yep! Sim-Me helps facilitate photoshoots in games that I'm playing, since my house is located outside of time in terms of the game. (Any unpaused action while there is another playable Sim on the 111 Lifa Lane lot is not saved lol). I also like to play around in my Sim house to figure out redecorating & rearranging ideas for my IRL house.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

(sarcasm) Piss Yellow. (/sarcasm) For real though I like Pooklet colors.

Favorite EA hair?

M&G stupid anime hair lol. Although I also like a few of the store hairs (link)

Favorite life stage?

Everything but Baby. I'm so glad that Baby only lasts a day in the unmodded game, they're little screaming larval annoyances. I love the little mischievous things that the Toddlers can get into, like playing in the toilet, hugging the pets, & stealing bottles from their siblings. I think the Child anims for everyday activities are sooo cute, like when they whip out the step stool to put away dishes or brush their teeth, or sitting on books to play Chess. Teen Wants can be a bit annoying but they're chaotic in a fun way, like sliding down the stair rails & playing on the fridge door. YA is a good age stage even if college is kinda tedious, specifically because they're super resilient & have a ton of freedom & very few responsibilities. Adult, well, that's most of the game, isn't it? If I hated Adults I probably never would've played at all. Elders, even when retired, can be really sweet especially if you have them in close friendships & group homes - it can be pretty chill to hang out in the retirement home lot for an afternoon watching Sims play Myshuno & Mahjong.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

Both!

Are you a CC creator?

...If I said "no" would literally anyone here believe me? (Yes. Yes I am.)

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

Sure do!

Do you have any sims merch?

Official merch? No.

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

I've thought about making one, & have been asked to make one... but not currently no.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

I'm more into making neutral & basic things now; I used to be VERY Hot Topic type of vibes. I mean, I still am that way, but most of my Sims are normies because for the most part it doesn't make sense to park Grandpa in the goth club in all of the old ClubCrimsyn outfits, ya know?

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

There are so many it would be hard to list them all! Just the fact that everyone who currently creates CC is still around making things for this ancient game is amazing to me.

How long have you had Simblr?

Over 10 years? I think I got on Tumblr in like 2010 or so, & it was specifically to publicly post gameplay pics to a small group of friends.

How do you edit your pictures?

I crop it in Photoshop & then slap text on it. You've seen my CC preview pics, I'm not doing anything fancy.

What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite?

Nightlife! I mean, come on... Spooky haunted house, vampires, cars, bowling, karaoke, restaurants, & ALSO the goth club? Sign me up.

Tagging: No tags just vibes, if you feel up to it you can join in the fun.

#sort of sims related #ask memes

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Yelloo, could I request Matt murdock dating rich reader (like the female Bruce wayne) headcanons please?

Matt Murdock

W/ rich reader

reader: female | romantic

Type: headcannons

notes: may make a second part

warnings: none

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He actually met you through foggy out of all people

"Yes, Mr.Nelson is quite the salesman- My people don't like the fancy dinner, and having the Nelsons cater for me was quite the right direction. That's how I met him anyhow, and you?"

"college."

And from there it went on, he asked out you about your line of work, and you told him you founded a few companies here and there: their big companies

"I may need a lawyer or two," Y/n spoke, "Plus Foggy never told me how'd cute you be"

Someone called her name, she waved to Foggys mother, "goodbye Mr.Murdock."

He liked her already as a person, she spoke with confidence and what sounded like a smile in her voice.

"Someone seems interested in you." Foggy laughed at Matt.

Matt chuckled, "She's got a nice voice."

Matt keeps his ears open to hear when your conversation is over

He manages to sneak in another conversation, even personally handing a business card to her

She only laughed and handed him hers, they just feel expensive.

"I call you if I need a lawyer, Mr.Murdock." Y/n smiled, "But don't worry I'll call you if I need a friend too."

You actually ended up calling his work for a dinner date.

He likes that you're making the first move, it's different.

You get a nice fancy limo for him and everything: someone knocking on his door all dressed fancy ready to drive him.

You guys had a nice dinner, he found it odd was completely silent.t

Turns out you rented out the whole restaurant for just the two of you

"Want to make an impression?" Matt laughed sipping a fancy glass of wine.

Y/n shrugged, "Well, Mr.Nelson did say you didn't like too much noise."

It was a nice dinner, drinking wine and eating overpriced food and dessert

Kissing on the first date, yes

he could feel how expensive your lipstick was with how silky it was against his lips

Expensive flowers arrived at his work the next day, they made the office smell nice and they sit on his desk while he works.

New ones arrive every week too, sometimes there "basic" or there super exotic.

He thanks you every time, and you're more than glad to buy him more

So every time you go on a date you buy him flowers.

Makes him all giddy inside kinda,

When he goes over to your place for the first time he realizes you're not as materialistic as he assumed

Sure he thinks you live in one of the most expensive old-school Victorian houses in New York City, but as he feels along your walls to guide him he can feel all the pictures, careful not to knock them all

and then he here's memaw

We love memaw

Memaw loves Matthew too

He made him tea and everything, along with the baking she's been doing too, even though she's not supposed to be even using the stove or eating any of that type of stuff

Literally has a hospice nurse, but never lets her do anything

Instead, she rather embarrasses you by telling Matt your little life stories and telling her own life story

Tells Matt how when she moved from a different country to meet her husband, they bought the house together: but when Y/n was young they evicted them and Y/n bought the house back when she basically became a rich chick

She liked Matt a lot nonetheless and turns out matt likes learning about you.

When you leave matt teases you; "Seems like you saved the day more than once too."

Y/n chuckled, "Money does help in some places."

He's kinda glad you're not one of those "I have a lot of money so I can do and have anything I want."

You ask him to tag along on a lot of business meetings if you need a lawyer, just in case:

Both Nelson and Murdock have helped you with legal matters

They're good lawyers, there definitely on call

You take the three out to dinner at a fancy place; your treat

But you take matt out to a separate dinner, buying him a fancy suit and all to accompany it

even bought you both red bottom shoes

You guys slept together after that case for the first time, expensive lacy lingerie underneath that expensive suit that you wear

He likes the feel of it, the lace is surprisingly soft and velvety

You guys slept at your penthouse,

kinda jealous of your bed it's so soft and cool.

Gets breakfast in bed from an expensive chef delivered by you

He tries to feed you breakfast but it doesnt work out theres powdered sugar all over your face

Still its a good morning, even if its lazy

Taking a shower together is also a must

Despite having a lot of moneg you still buy a lot of crappy coffe because its on the way to matts work and you like walking him there

Buys him expensive thinks- there small or things he'll use

You actually paid for someone to come and label everything that Matt uses in your pent house in braille so he can find his away around.

Buys the office expensive wine and drinks if you cant celebrate wins with them

Buying Matt stuff that has texture, you usually always makesure it has texture and it's not completely smooth you know he likes texture

You know he likes a perfume you wears so you'll buy some more of it despite the price, and even will buy more like it so you have a selection.

Even let him pick one for the day sometimes.

Also asking him to help you buy and new chlothes, mostly for the texture.

You realize he likes certain textures, so you purposely choose those things just to coax him to always have a hand on you, on your hand, holding your arm

#matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock my beloved #marvel matt murdock #matthew murdock #marvel x reader #matt murdock headcanon #murdock headcannons

[jusalilweird]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Tagged by @silverinerivers! I am also procrastinating 🤝

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 270! I used to be very prolific in high school, but I've slowed down since college XD

2. What’s your total ao3 word count? 910,686

3. What fandoms do you write for? Tower of God, and MCYT, mainly Hermitcraft and hermit-adjacent series (Life Series, Evo, MCC, anything where a hermit may be featured)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? The two fandoms I write for have a pretty huge fandom size difference (based on fics alone, Hermitcraft has about 4x the amount of ToG's), so the kudos difference is very drastic. Also, since I've been writing ToG for quite some time now, my most kudosed ToG fics are just the first ones I've written, since they've been around the longest. So I'll just post my most kudosed Hermitcraft fic, and my two most kudosed ToG fics, one for pre-anime and post-anime (due to the fandom explosion in between)

lightning often strikes twice - ToG, 2k, rated G, Eduan and Khun interacting in the data world

Mornings - ToG, 800 words, rated G KhunBam sleepy morning cuddles

and the wind will remake all that time has worn away - Hermitcraft, 13k, rated T, a fic featuring a bunch of hermits curious about Grian's new wings

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do my best! I like interacting with readers :D

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ooo, hmm... *filters my fics by Angst tag* *67 fics appear* Uh. Thus Kindly I Scatter is one of my first angst fics ever, and evidently it's hurt a lot of people XD. But I'll go with Ache, the first fic for one of my month challenges. That one was fun to write :D

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I haven't written many multichaps, so I don't really have one that builds up to a happy ending. But Memory Lane is a nice fluffy one ^^

8. Do you get hate on fic? Not really, I think most of my comments have been pretty chill. And I'm not too active on social media, so I don't really pay attention if anything's been said there.

9. Do you write smut? Best part of turning 18.

10. Do you write crossovers? Not really, unless you count stuff from different MCYT series. I think it can be a big vague on what constitutes a crossover, because ccs can be part of different series

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of, and I hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! It's always an honor when someone wants to translate/podfic/create other derivative works off my own <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes! Kings and Prophets as a raffle gift fic for a fandom event. It was very fun to write (and ended up about 9x the original predicted length). Still one of my favorite fics <3

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? KhunBam, what else XD Started with them, still hung up on them

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t? Last I checked (a few years ago), I had 136k words worth of WIPs in my graveyard, and it's only grown since. I did have this one Gods AU KhunBam fic called Post-Immortem that I remember planning extensively, but unfortunately, I only got a few chapters in before I got bored XD. Multichaps tend to be difficult for me.

16. What are your writing strengths? I really like worldbuilding! Fantasy has always been my favorite genre, so I love writing AUs. I think I'm also decent at writing action scenes (Doing martial arts for most of my life has helped, I think)

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Characterization can take me a while to get, and also I'm not very good with writing multichaps. Long plot buildups aren't really my thing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I've never done it extensively for a long fic, but I've done it in a few oneshots. I have some knowledge of Spanish from school, and I can speak Mandarin, but my writing is ehhhhh. I think it's fun!

19. First fandom you wrote for? Tower of God, whoo! And it hasn't changed XD

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Oh hmmmmm, Like Seeds Scattered Across the Sky probably (beloved fae fic :3), but Dear Fellow Traveler is pretty close as well, although that one isn't finished yet. It's taken me a long time to finish, but if all goes to plan, it'll be done by the end of the month ^^

#thena talks

[brawlqueen]

important psa / some blog changes.

Kind of anxious to be posting this but, I think it's affecting my ability to get to replies and I just kinda wanna share what direction I'm going with my fave girl. So this post includes some spoilers so if you don't want to read those let me know what to tag it as. I think as time goes on I'm more discouraged at how little U.chikoshi gives Mi.zuki as a character. She has only one route in the OG game, and she's actually given love and a listening ear and things she needs, but most of the game she's treated like second or third best, or mainly an afterthought when she's literally the daughter of the two main victims.

She's a twelve year old who saw one of her own parent's corpse with her own eyes, in a gruesome way. To say she already is getting the short end of the stick, and that even dialogue choices and options for her in the A.ITSF (which is my favorite game btw), consistently puts her down unless it's in her own route. Every other route she's...honestly treated like not much. Yes, she's badass, kind to her friends, continues to help and care, but she's alone and frankly not given much love by the cast (THAT I LOVE which makes it worse) unless noticed. Which, frankly save for Ai.ba, who remarks consistently with compassion about her, it's pretty upsetting.

Then we get to A.INI. And this, and I've talked to friends, we all were anticipating Mi.zuki as the main protagonist if only. She was advertised heavily. There is no reason why people aren't not entitled to feel bitter and sad that she was NOT treated like that, and once again, put to the sidelines as an afterthought like she was in the 'true ending' of the first game. She should have been the main protagonist. If not that, and I really enjoy him, Ry.uki should have been a true dual protagonist beside her their time equally split. I hear how much he deserves better and he does, I totally agree! But honestly, M.izuki, who has been in two games and consistently both in the narrative and in utility given the SHORTEST end of the stick, I feel a bit tired.

So I'm going to be working on a new verse for her. I will still derive heavily from her own route from A.ITSF.

But I will not only write Mi.zuki at twelve, as she deserves not to be in permanent stasis all that time, it isn't that I like A.INI more. It's because I hate that A.INI not only did what A.ITSF did in the end, but it actually retconned her. And everything's been taken from her time and time again in the A.I timeline.

I want to give Mi.zuki growth, love and things she deserves. Because she's been robbed of these things over and over. You'lll see me writing her at all timelines of her life.

I'll derive a few things from A.INI, but she is not A.INI based. Things like yes, she'll by default be involved in an explosion. Yes, by default Ai.ba will be her partner, yes, she'll join A.BIS. I'll likely keep what limited stuff I felt I could take on the source of her godlike combat abilities and physical form. There won't be a B.ibi.

I'll write her like I would have written her like many of us believed we would get. The main protagonist. Maybe there's a different murder case or she's doing them based on her skill as a detective at the time. Maybe I keep as ridiculously dumb as it is, Mi.zuki and co. stopping the virus. Maybe that's the issue, not the six years apart thing. Maybe there's also me writing slice of life stuff and everything in between. I want to explore all of that because I want to see M.izuki growing and see what life is like for her after the worst things happen to her in A.ITSF. I want to give her love, relationships, and growth through experiences and just something that writer doesn't...really seem to want to give her? And this has been a thing for two games, so I want to do something at least in my portrayal, that feels fair to her. Things I can give in my writing that she wasn't given much at all.

Of course some things I'll plot with other people in the A.I universe, but I ask that you meet me halfway, but I will be writing her life spanning from 8-18, not just 12. I will be writing her having support with Ai.ba, too, because they were legitimately wholesome and had a lot of good moments, and I think it's natural that she'd share or partner with her too and not take away from the bond of the original game. Plus A.iba repeatedly shows care and compassion for her, and that's something Mi.zuki desperately needs. I would be lying if I said I want an A.I3 granted the track record of how bad Mi.zuki is treated in the universe and outside of it narratively.

So basically I'll just add a verse that's titled something else and take inspo from what little crumbs I can take from AI.NI, ideas and things, and work on, because I don't ow.n Mi.zuki, things I feel she consistently has deserved but been robbed of. I want to give Mi.zuki all the things that A.INI didn't give her, and also just in both games in general. I love this series so much. But I would be lying if I said I didn't think Mi.zuki got the by far shortest end of the stick, and that's just not what I'm going to do with her here.

So yeah I'll be working on that and probably her bio etc, and keep writing what I feel I want to give her in what way I know how. So yeah guess I'm...sad as things are in canon? At how she's treated but instead of staying that way I'm going to work on writing the things I feel she hasn't gotten / didn't have and just kind of, take it from there.

M.izuki deserves better, so much better than being sidelined all the time, or not given even basic support and comfort, so I'm just going to work on what I feel (because I'm only a Mi.zuki mun) she deserves.

And I think she deserves a lot.

#𝐏𝐒𝐀 *ೃ༄ do you wanna get your ass kicked? #𝐎𝐎𝐂 *ೃ༄ what looks gone but comes back even stronger. #i'm tired oiHOIGWEHOIHWE #this girl has gone through hell over and over i'm not going to write her more robbed than she's already been in /two games/ #i love all the characters so much #I just wish better for her

[stvlti]

Fic writer tag

@silenthillmutual tagged me in this challenge. Cheers! Here are my answers:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Not counting orphaned / anonymous works, I have 48 fics across both accounts

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

168,810 (sum total of both accounts)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

DC comics & related media; Death Note; Black Mirror: Bandersnatch (way way back); Noragami (also way way back).

I used to write RPF too (I was a teenager, of course I did) but I've scrubbed all that from my ao3 profiles.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

top 5 fics not including anonymous ones:

Old aches become new again (DCU | Jason & Dick shenanigans, background Jay/Roy/Kori)

Imposter Syndrome (DCU | JayRoy)

Growing Pains (DCU × The Lego Batman Movie | Dick & Batdad gen fic)

if you can't summon your own tentacles, store-bought is fine (DCU | JayRoy)

the hands that worship you (Black Mirror: Bandersnatch | Colin/Stefan)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always! It might take days weeks or months depending on what I have going on in my life but yeah :) unless it's a hate comment or bad faith criticisms. Oh and comments asking questions that I've already answered in the author's notes or in other comments or in the text itself (which yes, has happened before. I guess it was good for ""engagement "" but it's not stuff I want to explain again and again like a broken record. I'm not paid to do that - unlike at my day job.......)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

🤡 I've written my fair share of dark fics so it's definitely one of those ones. You can DM me if you wanna know but I am not telling on myself here

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Growing Pains, no contest, because it ends with trans acceptance 💚

But I also think happy endings at the end of a high stakes fic are even more rewarding? In which case it would have to be This Mirror Ain't Big Enough For the Two of Us

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have, once, on a genderbend fic. Some guy was outraged I made Jason a girl lol. But hate comments are few and far between for me because I'm not a bnf by any means

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

Yeah. I write a lot of pwps because they're easy. From there I either go into pwp with feelings territory, crack territory or, well, if it's a dark fic...........one of my longest nsfw fics is a Jason Todd/Scarecrow fic. You get the picture. (That one isn't without plot though.)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

Man. I actually once wrote a YouTube RPF x Death Note crossover. iykyk. But out of my surviving fics the only crossover that I still have posted online is a Death Note x DC fic.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've translated other people's fics, but I don't think I've had mine translated by others

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes but that's from before my ao3 days

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Rem x Misa (Death Note). I go through phases of shipping different pairings but Rem x Misa is the one that I can always come back to and write stuff for / look at art about.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My Teen Titans Dark Academia au. And on that note: I don't even know if I'll have the time to come back to writing long fics period. It's been 8 months since I last worked on my Jaime (Blue Beetle)/Eddie (Kid Devil)/Rose Wilson/Traci 13 road trip & interdimensional travel fic...........

16. What are your writing strengths?

My prose when I'm in the mood to write well. Poetry is my main medium these days so I'm very good at throwing in lots of one liners into my prose too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Trying to pace my story beats and juggle multiple subplots once my projects get into 10K+ / long fic territory.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

As long as the author actually knows what they're doing. The language has to be authentic and not Google Translate gibberish. And then for accessibility's sake they should include the translation either in-text or in the end notes.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

YouTube RPF 😑

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

It's a tie between:

And the encore lasts forever (DCU x Titans TV | trans!Jason/Rose)

Exit Strategy (DCU | Rose Wilson character study)

Tagging @kiseiakhun @thenaphorism @shhhenanigans @smagata @reaperlight @mihaelkeehl or any mutuals who post fics!

#tag game #writing tag

[aquadestinyswriting]

Writeblr Positivity Tag

OK, so 3rd time's the charm with this. Godsdamned life stuff getting in the way. Thank you to @captain-kraken for the tag.

Tags: whoever wants to complete this honestly, not sure who among my mutuals has done this already.

1. What motivates you to write?

Motivation to write is mostly an intrinsic thing and comes and goes depending on what is going on in my life. It has become a bit more consistent since I started treatment for ADHD though. Getting comments on my work helps a tonne as well since I like to keep my readers relatively happy.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

This one is tough because I have a lot of snippets I'm very proud of. Let's go with one from Striking the Anvil:

Morag nodded in satisfaction again and set about damping down the fire while Meredith gulped down her drink. By the time the fire was out, Meredith was already getting up to head back to bed. Morag hugged her daughter tightly,

“If ye need anything’ else, hen, just shout. I don’t mind getting up.” She said, ruffling Meredith’s hair.

I love the close relationship Meredith has with her mother, and I'm thoroughly enjoying getting to show it off. For a character that was originally created for a d&d campaign, Meredith's family are very wholesome and somehow lived through the whole campaign, beginning to end.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

The OC that makes me smile every time is definitely Meredith. As much as I love and cherish Selene for being my first roleplay character ever, I got to play Merri from level 1 all the way to level 14/15 before I had to retire her to the role of npc when I took over as GM of the Destiny's New Servants campaign. Since Merri is everything I still aspire to be as a person, it's hard not to smile when thinking and talking about her.

As for what Merri is like: she's a forthright, loyal and devout woman. She will be the friend who will stand by you no matter what's going on, but will also be the first to call anyone out on their bs when it's needed

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

I enjoy visualising the various scenes or pieces of a thing I plan to write. Sharing my work is the bit I enjoy the most, though. Knowing that whatever I've written will, hopefully, make others feel the way I did while writing is a big dopamine hit.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

I think I'm pretty good at dialogue exchanges. I do need to work on the actions and tags in between the banter, but I do love having a spiel where it's just two or more people talking back and forth. I prefer to write more naturalistic dialogue and it's fun to read it back to myself.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

The most enjoyable aspect of the writeblr community is getting to know other writers and geeking out over all our OCs and the situations we get them into. I also enjoy the tag games because I get to see other peoples' thoughts and feelings about their work, worlds and characters, as well as their processes for writing.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I'll give shout out to text to speech programmes, because they do help sort out where I've gone wrong in the grammar department better than just reading through the document does.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I like all the worldbuilding tidbits that crop up in the stuff I write, but my favourite, by far, is the concept of cridhe-dàime. It comes up fairly often as a phrase that Meredith uses with regard to Elowyn and is a word that describes a type of queer-platonic relationship in universe. I came up with it after realising that Merri and Elowyn had a much closer friendship than most other characters even during the campaign the two were a part of. After said campaign ended I wanted to keep that closeness between them, and so came up with a word to describe a platonic relationship that was nonetheless as important to Meredith as her marriage to Yoruk. I didn't find out about QPRs until much later.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

If you're having a rough patch, it's ok to walk away from a project that's frustrating you. You can always come back to it later with a fresh pair of eyes and/or ears. I would advise that, if you do this, that you read other things, write other projects or just keep up with some form of general creativity because getting back into the saddle will be much harder if you don't.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

My biggest supporter is @druidx, who is the creator of Elowyn and was my roleplay partner during the Destiny's New Servants campaign, which almost all my writing is currently based on. I love the comments you leave on my stuff, and I hope it still brings you joy to read about the characters' exploits despite how long it's been since we last played together.

I will also shout out @blind-the-winds for their encouragement about the Fangthane stuff. I'm glad you're enjoying all the dwarven worldbuilding I've had to do to explain the culture and politics of the setting and hope you're enjoying the Fangthane's Folly series (I will get back to that and A Circle None Can Break really soon, I promise).

Other shoutouts go to @ashirisu, @odysseywritings, @asher-orion-writes, @mariahwritesstuff, @freedominique and @thesorcerersapprentice for their support.

#writeblr tag game #writeblr community #writing positivity

[gorgosim]

Sims Tag <3

tagged by: @citruswhim Ty bb ily 😘

1. What’s your favourite sims death? Okay so I looked at a video of all the deaths and there are SO many I had no idea about?? My sims never die of anything but old age, but getting killed by a rabbit is fucking hilarious to me

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match? Maxis Match! I used to use alpha, but it just looked very out of place for me and I switched many years ago.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? Absolutely not. For me, I like to play the sims as realistic as possible and make my sims as realistic as possible (while still having the goofiness of the sims of course) and none of my sims that I create and/or play with are made to fit a specific standard. All of my sims are beautiful in their own unique way 🥰

4. Do you use move objects? I only use move objects

5. Favorite mod? Woohoo Wellness and Pregnancy Overhaul - It adds so much realism and I adore every aspect of this mod

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? I honestly don't remember, but if I had to guess it was most likely Get to Work when it released

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? LIVing

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Most of my sims are born into a legacy so I don't create them, but the most recent sim I made who is definitely my most favorite in a long time is Jay Stone: (he's still not completely done as I can't sit in cas very long but here he is)

9. Have you made a simself? Yes but years ago. I look completely now, I also am just not one to play with my simself

10. What sim traits do you give yourself? Geek, Gloomy, Creative, (and if I could add an extra 2) Romantic and Music Lover

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color? Black, so unique I know

12. Favorite EA hair? Probably the laundry day hair with the clip, it's just very nice to me idk why lmao

13. Favorite life stage?  Probably just young adult since I relate with that stage the most, plus almost everything in the game caters to that stage anyways

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? Both! I love both building and playing

15. Are you a CC creator? Nope

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? Yes, y'all know who you are 😘

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4)  3!

18. Do you have any sims merch? Yes! I have a plumbob on my lanyard that I got from Etsy

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims? I do but there is nothing on it!

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?  Dramatically, my sims now I feel are a lot more unique and realistic.

21. What’s your Origin ID? Divlly

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator?  EvellSims

23. How long have you had a simblr? Since January 10th, 2018. So 5 years!

24. How do you edit your pictures? Photoshop

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? I have the packs that I want that actually exist. BUT, I will forever beg for a Punk Pack

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? My personal favorite is the Paranormal stuff pack. It fits a specific niche, but it adds a whole new lot type, cas + BB items AND new gameplay. It's the most "bang for you buck" pack imo

I'll tag // @kissalopa @cantseemtohide @cyazurai @akitasimblr @hause-of-pancakes @theageofsims (As always, don't do it if you don't wanna)

#sims tag #simblr tag