#I'm not dead!

[the-starlit-authoress]

Prompt #2

"You're fired."

Hero stared at villain in confusion. "I'm- what?"

"Fired."

"You can't fire me! You're my nemesis, not my boss!"

"Yeah and I want a new nemesis, so you're fired."

#I'M NOT DEAD! #I have rebranded though #hello everyone who no longer knows who I am <3 #hopefully I will start writing again soon #have this prompt in the meantime #hero x villain #heroes and villains #villain x hero #villains and heroes #writing #writing prompt #hero and villain prompt #villain and hero prompt #prompts #writing prompts #hero and villain prompts #villain and hero prompts

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Priceless (Shoyo Hinata)

Shoyo hadn't been a big spender for most of his life. Despite his earnings as a professional athlete, he doesn't spend frivolously.

His car's not the newest, or the fastest, he just likes it. His house isn't the biggest, he just likes it in the garden, and the pool's awesome for cooling off after a workout.

If he really wants to invest in something though, he maxes out.

Pool too cold to use in the winter? He'll have it heated, cleaned twice a week all year round, even when he's not at the damned house for months at a time.

All of this to say, he's not opposed to spending money on what he thinks is worth spending money on.

Then, he met you.

You grew up counting coins, your independence came with the anxiety of money, and though you've worked your way to comfortable, you still can't bring yourself to spend big without thinking about it two, three...hundreds of times.

Shoyo fell hard for you, and he didn't realise just how deep that anxiety ran, until your first Valentine's day together.

You'd been together for a few months at this point, comfortable enough to be staying over at each other's places.

You wake up to the warmth of his lips, smattering affectionate pecks across your cheeks and nose, lovingly rousing you from the bliss of sleep.

'G'morning, gorgeous.' He purred as your eyes fluttered open, focusing on his sunny smile in the dimly lit room. 'There's those pretty eyes.'

'Sho...' Your voice cracked with sleep, body stretching under the covers, relishing the lingering warmth under the comforting weight of his body leaning over yours. 'S'sa sunday.'

'I know, sorry baby. But I gotcha somethin' and I couldn't wait.' He placed an apologetic kiss to your forehead, and then couldn't bring himself to pull away, lingering against your skin, rubbing his cheek against yours lovingly. 'Come to the living room with me, please?'

You groaned, reflexively draping your arm over him, just indulging in closeness while it lasted. Shoyo gives you no shortage of cuddles and surprise hugs, even in the oddest of places, he doesn't care. More than an hour without seeing you is reason enough to scoop you off your feet next time he does.

But this, quiet, simple, comforting intimacy, is what you cherish the most.

This, coupled with the warmth of the sheets and the cold of the last week's weather made you all-too-reluctant to move. In fact, you almost drifted back to sleep until Shoyo whined, pouting as he kissed you awake again.

'Come on, baby, please?! I promise it'll be worth it.'

You pouted, eyes glassy with sleep, and welcomed his next kiss to your lips, reluctantly wiggling your muscles back to life at your lover's request.

'Fiiine, what's so urgent anyway?'

'You know what day it is next Tuesday?' His eyes lit up, eagerly watching you scootch out of bed and slide into your robe and slippers, waddling out of the room behind him, his hand clasped between yours.

He's affectionately called this your "penguin mode" when you first crawl out of bed, too tired to care what you look like, wanting nothing but heat and coffee.

'The 14th. Why?'

'And the 14th is....?'

'Valentine's?'

He waggled his eyebrows at you, and you frowned, catching onto the scent that he's up to no good.

As soon as you enter the living room, you're overtaken with the smell of flowers, a massive, varied bouquet sits on the coffee table, beside a mug of warm coffee and a box of chocolates.

On top of that box, sit plane tickets, tickets that Shoyo picks up, and presents to you with a beaming grin on his face. 'How about spending Valentines in Venice?'

'Venice...' You parroted, still taking in the spread before you, eyes on the tickets your boyfriend proudly held out to you. 'Italy? As in...Italy Venice?'

'Yeah! You said when we met that you wanted to go.'

'I did but it's Valentine's week, the prices must be astronomical!'

Shoyo shrugged, and your stomach sank as you realised he hadn't even looked at the prices when he'd booked the flight. He's done it before, when he knows you want something, he gets it. No amount of decimal points will stop him.

And this...that happy smile on his face as he waits eagerly for your reaction, you can't help but sigh lovingly, wanting nothing more than to bury yourself in his arms and never let go.

'The money doesn't matter, in a few years I'd have no idea where those bills ended up, but I'll remember and cherish every memory I get to make with you. So, if you really think about it, the money doesn't mean much.'

It felt so self indulgent, part of you screamed that it was wrong, but your heart swelled two sizes too big in your chest and you clutched to his chest as if even a breath of air between you would be too far apart.

'I'm sorry, I'm just...not used to thinking like that.'

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, your nose, your lips, had you practically purring as his hands squeezed into your hips affectionately. 'I know baby, but what's the point of the numbers if they don't make you smile?'

'You make me smile, so I suppose that makes you priceless, Sho.'

#I'm not dead! #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hinata shoyo fluff #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata x reader #hinata fluff #hq imagines

[odetoalostpairofkeys]

so uh hi sorry for disappearing for a month or so for those who care but we're vibing now so yay!

Anyways, have some quick sky cotl art

Might post some more Ziah art soon, and also some other OC's maybe. Mostly planning on reblogging a whole bunch of stuff and clearing out my drafts and also maybe post some stories perhaps.

#sky children of the light #sky cotl #my art #that sky game #I'm not dead! #Or currently dying! #And that deserves celebrating I think #So I'm making myself brownies :D

[6oob]

what doesn't kill you makes you sexy and crazy

#i'm not dead! #me #selfie #jei #j

[kangofu-cb]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Clint is not an avenger, but Bucky still is, Sex Worker Clint Barton, from a certain point of view, Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, All kinds of sex, it's mostly just sex, Gift Exchange, Gift Fic Summary:

In which Clint continues to impersonate an actual sex worker, to everyone’s benefit

#oh hey there guys #I'm not dead! #I mean this isn't any of the things I'm MEANT to be writing #but I'll take the muse where I can get it tbh #cb writes #winterhawk #social graces #accidental!hooker clint

[other-peoples-coats]

New job (yay!) has staff in like. so many countries, but, crucially, headquarters is in the US, so every single one of us has to go through onboarding which includes sections like 'please fill out your form i-93 and provide your d-43 to HR and submit your socially secure ID to WO', and I understand why - again, head office is US, many workers are actually in the US, it's whatever - but also, my new boss's eternal tiredness going though some of these onboarding things is just so fucking funny.

anyway sorry to all you in the US your forms frighten me I don't know what an i-9 is and I'm not asking because, crucially, it's none of my business and you can't make it be one.

#coats chats #anyway hello long long time no see #I'm not dead! #but! new job!! better than the old job!! #back in non-profit work!! very hype #hopefully less burnt out in a month or two when I'm not like #dying of new job or dying of old job. #maybe I will even. have time and brain to write #at some point this year. #or even. read.. anything.

[closedeyescomic]

Happy New Years!!!!!!!!

#closed eyes #happy new years #i'm not dead!

[bibabyboybuck]

𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝑒 - 𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇

for my amazing @honestlydarkprincess

#i'm not dead! #just dying lmao #anyway #mine : amvs #userbon #usermorgue #911edit #• 911 #• buddie

[hazardous-holly]

So it's been a hot minute since I've actually posted anything. So have some men

#hi :] #demeter #ceres #i'm not dead!

[theravennest]

Y'all, I have been here on tumblr for the last 2 hours putting stuff into my queue and scrolling the tags.

Is this my tumblr Renaissance?!

#personal #I'm not dead!

[lhs3020b]

The Fallout TV show

So, you may remember the days before my social energy-level suddenly collapsed, back in early 2022, and never really recovered? The days when I used to post regularly with idle speculation on media, video games, books and other things? Apparently tonight we're taking one for memory lane on all that.

I just saw the first two episodes of the Fallout TV show, and I have some thoughts…

First, a small surprise: it's actually good. It's a thing. In 2024. Which is enjoyable. Yes, I know, I know, I know. It shows the crisis in popular entertainment that I'm surprised by this. (It's the same feeling, actually, as when Baldur's Gate 3 came out and my socks were blown off by the unexpected experience of properly falling in love with a thing again.)

(By the way? From now on I'm going to call the show FoTV, on the same principle as Fo3 or Fo4 or FNV, just because I can't be bothered to type "Fallout TV show" over and over again.)

Also, somewhat-related to the above, FoTV is the best game adaptation I think I have ever seen. The world of the games is there, from props and set-pieces to the wasteland environment itself, even little nods to actual in-game mechanics. There are also lots of call-backs to the games themselves. For instance, FoTV's opening sequence was, to me, very reminiscent of the opening sections of Fo4, where the perfect suburbia is first set up, and then implodes in front of your horrified eyes, then is incinerated by a literal atomic bomb. The opening sequences of FoTV also do a good job of nailing the fact that while it's a future, it's not our future. It isn't spelled out directly, but we're shown it very smoothly through the mise-en-scène, whether it's news coming via an analogue radio, oldschool chemical-film cameras, or fashions that we just don't wear in our 2024, and so on.

And then Los Angeles gets nuked.

(I do have a small nitpick here. While I understand why the writers structured this scene the way they do, and it works narratively, nonetheless several characters are looking DIRECTLY at the first explosion when it happens. At the absolute minimum, they would have been blinded. More realistically, the radiant heat from the explosion - even at this distance! - would have given them extreme burns on exposed skin. And for that matter the UV component of the flashover would have given them an extreme case of sunburn. Also, the shockwave should actually have been a one-two-three punch - effectively-instantaneous light-flashover first, then the ground shaking as the speed of sound in rock is about three times faster than in the air, then the window getting smashed in by the airburst. Also, uh, they all cope unrealistically well with a storm of knife-sharp broken glass fragments being hurled into their faces.)

(You'll also note that I haven't said a single word about what the hard gamma rays might be doing to the cellular machinery inside their bodies. Actually, this I'm a bit less sure about - gamma rays do attenuate in air, at least somewhat, and also high-energy photons have a tendency just to go straight through people without actually stopping - our soft tissues, at least, semi-transparent to X-rays! -, so I suspect that at the distance the birthday party was from Ground Zero, you could possibly argue this one either way.)

Anyway. Moving on from all of that, before I feel a need to go and look up cumulative radiation-exposure tables or something, because this is supposed to be a Tumblr post, not a peer-reviewed academic paper.

Regarding Lucy's characterisation, I found it interesting how she flips from "sheltered and naive" to "unexpectedly competent". While she's lacking in knowledge of the world outside her vault, she's also clearly very adaptable and good at thinking on her feet. She figures out that the visitors from the other vault are actually Raiders without any direct help, and actually manages to get out of THAT room alive - all the more surprising when you realise she was up against someone who a) had the benefit of surprise, b) had prior experience with violence and killing and c) was also the person with weapons (at least at first). Lucy may be a bit of a cloud-cuckoolander in some ways, but she's not a pushover either. She's also clearly capable of taking initiative and acting on her own when she needs to, and she's also seemingly not averse to taking a third option if she thinks other people are in the wrong. (In particular, her decision to let herself out of the vault stands out here.) On the other hand, she also alternates these merits with getting easily-flustered and off-balance around other people, along with a tendency to telegraph her actions in a very overt manner. (There's a mildly-hilarious moment early on where you basically get to watch her flub her first speech-check.)

The Brotherhood of Steel are, unsurprisingly, back. So far there hasn't been any explanation for how they apparently recovered from the events of Fallout 2 or (possibly, depending on whatever the "canonical" ending is) the events of Fallout: New Vegas. They're also back in the arrogant/dickish mode of behaviour that they fall into very easily. They're also implied to be amoral in their own way - one interpretation of Maximus's trial scene is that he gets assigned to be Knight Titus's squire precisely because they do think he's the guilty party for the "boot-razor" incident, and the higher-ups actually like this bit of backstabbiness. (Perhaps they interpret it as ruthless determination, or a willingness to do "whatever is necessary for the mission". Or maybe they just think it's funny to kick him a little bit upstairs, just so they can see what happens next.)

(As far as I could tell, the narrative and the evidence-in-the-text are coy about whether he's actually guilty concerning Initiate Dane. Personally, I suspect Max isn't the guilty party - given that he had the bunk next to the victim, it would be the dumbest crime imaginable if he was. It's also clear that he has enemies amongst the other aspirants who might be willing to frame him. But who knows? And less favourable interpretations of the events definitely exist.)

While it's subtle, some of the Brotherhood's flaws are also on display here. Remember the overconfident Knights who got themselves blown up by the Boomers in FNV? Knight Titus shows a lot of that sort of behaviour too. Going AWOL in the middle of the mission to do some big game hunting, because he was "bored"? Yeah, arrogance and overconfidence there! Also he displays some real stupidity with his treatment of Maximus, being extremely rude to him and blaming Max for his own failures while he's also too injured to stand up, and there are no independent witnesses present. You'd think anyone who's a wasteland native would know to be extra careful when there's no backup or support! And to add extra sauce to the stupidity, this after he had Max remove his helmet!

The narrative doesn't make it quite clear whether Max either gave Titus a quick headshot, or just stood there until the internal bleeding or whatever ran its course, but it seems clear enough what happened there. And honestly, it's hard to hold it against Max given that Titus was both an incompetent and a dickhead. (Though, one subtlety - as I recall, we don't ever see Titus's body, so I wouldn't be totally surprised if he reappears at some point.)

Somewhat related to the Brotherhood stuff, I was also interested to see how the writers handled what we might call the power armour question. Basically, it's depicted as being, well, powerful, but it's also clear that Max doesn't really know what he's doing, so his T-60 doesn't turn into any kind of Disk One Nuke. (As the Ghoul puts it, "you should've read the manual" after Max gets his leg stuck after landing on a surface that couldn't take his weight.)

As for the Ghoul and what his agenda is, at two episodes in, it's hard to say, and there's not enough evidence to even begin to speculate. However, one detail I did notice was that Lucy's father seems distinctly unsurprised (if horrified) by the break-in to the Vault. Also, while I couldn't entirely sure, he seemed to recognise Moldaver and doesn't seem particularly-surprised to see her there. Moldaver's comment to Lucy - "you look just like your mother" - also seems to confirm that she has some prior history with Lucy's family.

Then there's the vault attack itself. For the Wasteland, the survival-rate among the residents its actually rather high. The Raiders could very easily have exterminated them … and they don't. "Restraint" and "mercy" are not qualities we associate with Raiders, so this is an interesting turn of events. (The "hostages and bomb" scene in particular had a bit of a dog-and-pony-show sense to it - notably, the delay on the bomb is long enough for the hostage vault-dwellers to make an escape, almost as if it was never really intended to kill them in the first place.) There also seemed to be a suggestion that Moldaver wanted them to stay inside the vault, which is interesting for its implications.

Anyway, I look forward to the chance to see future episodes. This has proved to be the most interesting TV experience in some time.

#Fallout #the tv show #LHS reacts #idle speculation #also #hi #I'm not dead!

[runner-owen]

His favorite mug had a chip on the edge. When he drank, Owen’s tongue rubbed against it. There was no reason to get rid of it, it still worked perfectly well for what he needed it to. It kept the hot cocoa warm during those long rainstorms. Sitting in his dark wood desk, looking out the window, the warmth of it sinking into his hands, Owen allowed himself to feel some peace, to rest, instead of the agitation, the desire to be free from this small room and out there, roaming in the streets. He’d wipe the drops from the corner of his flushed lips, set the mug down as he adjusted the light from his crystal lantern. He’d stare at the paper before him, his journal waiting for the ink with more patience than he himself had. When the scratch of his pen on paper filled the room, blending with the voices from beyond the door to his lodging house, it was the mug that kept him company.

#I'm not dead! #runner owen #flash fiction

[ladydbzelle]

Sorry for not posting her for two months! I was busy with school and personal life. I'm going to post a chalk pastel brush drawing I did for my final project I made for my Design 210 class!

#Pokemon #Gen 4 #Giratina #Ghost and Dragon Type #Ghost Type #Dragon Type #pokemon: platinum #Chalk Pastel #Chalk Pastel Brush #clip studio paint #I'm not dead! #Busy with School #;u; #Art by LadyDBZElle

[mediocreanomaly]

Zero 2.0 Return of the fandom (the reckoning)

Hello Hello lovely's good news! I'm back! Sorry for that very long and very extended hiatus I had irl stuff mixed with writers block that was a bitch I'll tell you. I have a few updates and notices for this blog! I had sometime to go through old writings, consider what makes me happy etc. and have decided to make a few changes going forward.

1. The next few days you might notice a few changes regarding already uploaded post, now that I've figured out my writing style a bit more I'm unhappy with some of my previous works, nothing major will change just a few fixes to grammar, pacing, and layout of a few drabbles but the stories will all stay the same

2. Once I open request back up, I will close off at eight request. I've realized I was overwhelming myself with my inbox by just leaving it open and making my procrastination worse and essentially turning something, I love into work. I'm going to be better at reducing the fun request you guys send in so I don't add unnecessary stress

3. I'm going to branch out into other fandoms. I promise I'm not over Trigun and I want to do more with my soulmate au's and such but I have a few other fandoms who I have drabble ideas for so once I get out all the drafts sitting in my box there might be a grace period of a few other fandoms before I open inbox again

I want to thank people who have followed and stuck with me and send a big apology for everyone that's been waiting! This really is a fun hobby for me and I love to write especially when I get to do it about the things I love. I'm very excited to share what I have in store for you all, peace and love!

#zero rambles #blog update #I'm not dead!

[bonesbuckleup]

Every time someone comments on Like a Hinge to go, "I went to your profile to see what else you have and holy shit, you're that one Merlin author, I thought you died!" I gain like +20 hit points.

#oversharing etc etc #FUN FACT if you ever want to see what 12 years of writing does to a person's style #for better or for worse #hopefully better #just read through my ao3 nonsense #ANYWAY #Just saying yes! #It's true! #I'm not dead! #I wrote that one fic where Merlin takes out 7 sorcerers and gets harpooned drowned on dry land tossed out a window burned strangled etc etc #TO THIS DAY it is the most read thing I have ever written #also holy shit typing this made me go look at the stats for that one and uhhhhhh #my god guys FIFTY THOUSAND HITS what the FUCK

[thebirdarts]

Wip- study of the Maison Carrée, the best preserved roman temple.

#The leaves are kicking my ass #thebirdarts #I'm not dead!