#I'm not drawing daily for this event but I'm certainly drawing more

[choochooboss]

Introducing your station master & Magma event host!

Since there's already a lot of passengers visiting this station and I haven't spared much time to get to know my fellow submas fans over Tumbrl yet, an introduction would be in place!

I'm Jun, nice to meet you! *offers a hand for for a shake* I am a devoted submas artist & a monthly Magma event host! I go by ChooChooBoss everywhere (Twitter/Bsky/Twitch/Ko-Fi)!

This will be a long post! I will write a short intro as well which you can just skim through but here is a more in depth view how I got into submas, my other interests and life in general, in case you'd wish to know more about your conductor on this silly train!

How did I get into submas in the first place?

PLA. I met this certain mysterious & cool fellow time traveler and got curious! After the cave scene I went to read his Wiki, found out about Emmet, and... yeah. The emotional impact blasted me right out of a miserable cycle I was going through back then and set my soul on fire!! A month later I set up my first art account on Twitter, and the rest is history. They've become my greatest source of strength and inspiration and I enjoy drawing them every single day!

I love both twins very much! I tend to vibe with Ingo a little more than Emmet, but I draw Emmet more. People say I remind of butler Ingo the most, hehe. I certainly don't mind because I'm a big fan of butlermas!! In fact I got into submas & started playing Pokémon Masters EX in April 2022, a week before butler Ingo banner rolled in, so they truly got a special place in my heart ahah! (pssst draw more butlermas for me pls pls pls-)

However I don't draw warden Ingo as much as I would like to. I still get pretty emotional over his fate ahah, I can't draw him without a single tear! This sweet & kind man leading a good life and being an inspiration to others has been torn from literally everything he had for seemingly no reason apart from his name, clothes and the muscle memory and even those are barely intact. It seems like a miracle he's still standing and breathing after put through everything judging by the wear and tear on his uniform and body. Despite all that he carries a positive attitude, assists everyone in need, and does his best to help people and pokémon understand each other, unconditionally... Oh, my face is wet again...

My other interests besides submas?

Monster Hunter! Zelda! Genshin Impact! Super Mario! Trine! Crash Team Racing! And many many more! My favourite genres are platformers, kart racers, and action games, with a side of rhythm games. I'm a big fan of co-op games! I also watch my sis play JRPGs!

Monster Hunter is the dearest to me out of all. I've been hunting for well over a decade starting from MHFU. The games have charmed me with their incredibly satisfying combat system, world building, creature design, great attention to detail, character customisation and the games being nearly fully co-op!!

Other things I do:

Pokémon is practically the only turn-based game I enjoy, mainly because of the characters and collection aspect. However!! I adore Pokémon Colosseum (the first pkmn game I ever played!) and it's double battle focus, so The Indigo Disc has been a delight after the long starvation for double battles, coming up with different combinations makes the battles much more fun to me!!... I sound like Emmet here do I ahahah! We also share the fact we are both left-handed!

Shuffle dancing, daily pull-ups, and expanding my ever growing VGM collection! I also enjoy traveling and taking photos to keep as a diary! I've played piano in a music school for 9 years, and I can also play kalimba. I've done casual boxing, gymnastics, horse riding and medieval swordfighting. I used to read comics/manga and watch movies and anime but nowadays I barely do that, I just rather use that time for drawing instead of just sitting and watching, unless I have company!

I share the apartment with my anxious brother and our two sweet female cats, Laku (11, stubborn and cuddly) and Kalevi (21, demanding and full of love) in a city center. My parents are both entrepreneurs and run a farm in the countryside & I have 4 siblings with me as the middle kid!

Where can you meet me?

I am a game artist by profession, with 4 yrs of studies and roughly 7 years of EXP in the field doing game art, UI design, character/prop design, in mobile games as well as PC titles, 2D and 3D. At the moment I am looking for work; I keep up the motivation and learn new skills by running my art accounts while looking for new opportunities.

I hail from the land of darkness, snow, salmiakki, metalheads and renownly reserved people, Finland! (UTC+2)

Despite having my roots here I am pretty much the opposite of a typical Finn in almost every sense ahah! I'm a small guy who's not afraid talking to strangers and laughs a lot. And I dislike coffee for the contrary, it's very popular amongst finns.

With the inspiration from submas I've finally stepped into the world of cosplay so you can usually meet this small and excitable Ingo in the biggest local conventions, Desucon and Tracon! Come say hi!

About my social battery:

I'm both social and socially anxious ahah! I love making new friends and talking to all sorts of people and writing comments, and gathering together with my mutuals to do cool stuff together! However my social battery is very small... I often struggle with my AD(H)D and anxiety issues, so my replies can be extremely slow. I'm easily overwhelmed when life gets busy and I deal with it by withdrawing to minimise the the stimuli and then sorting my stuff out one by one. This is a frustrating shortcoming, but I'm working hard to find a balance I can maintain without getting exhausted. Please be patient with me! If you don't hear from me in a while, please don't take it personally! In fact, it makes me really happy if you contact me, for any purpose!

Which pronouns do I go with?

I go by they/them! I am also aroace, so if I appear to show any sort of romantic interest, it's definitely not that. I love meeting new people and am quite interested in people in general so I'm excited to get to know you better, but the thing is... I have been confusing people on several occassions for saying things that could be taken as flirting. I am terribly sorry for that, that's just the way I show how I care!

I don't really identify myself by any specific gender either, but rather by my roles or interests (Magma host, submas fan, game artist etc.). Submas encouraged me to enjoy dressing formally even if I'm just sitting at home, because I love formal clothing in general and wearing them makes me feel confident and stand taller! I usually wear collar shirts and black or white slacks.

More about my AD(H)D:

I don't have an official diagnosis but deal with the same problems as AD(H)D people do; poor work memory, dissociation, hyperfocus (drawing and people), sleep deprivation, impulsiveness (juggling too many things and going with the wind), getting sensory/information overloads, and feeling like I don't fit in. I figured it out after I finished school & lost my job for that I am unable to handle big tasks without anyone giving me directions. It has taken a while but I've figured out things that help me manage my daily life as well as have a medication that mainly boosts my capability to get things started which is another great struggle ahah.

How do I manage to keep myself on track?

I use a Pomodoro timer to keep up a good flow and remember to take breaks! This is what I use the most:

I should set it up on my tablet as well. I think it's really cool to see how many hours I have actually put into drawing! Last year I clocked in well over 3k hours, ahaha!

How to catch me?

Right now I have great difficulty managing replies, but usually you can reach me by DMs! I check Discord and Twitter the most often! However I must ask you to respect my current DNI status. It means I am really overwhelmed so I wish nobody comes asking for my attention until it has been lifted, unless it's really necessary. I really love talking to you all but I also have to accept and deal with my own limits strictly like this or it won't work out.

What am I working on at the moment?

Besides the holiday set I have several short comics under works as well as one big comic (100+ pages!). That one is my personal greatest goal! I started working on it in June 2022 and I have currently 40+ pages sketched and 60+ thumbnailed.

I was afraid of starting any comic projects before submas, but the sheer excitement over them carried me over that personal wall ahah!

The story's beginning and end are looking good and somewhat functional but there's still a lot to work to do and holes to fill in the middle before I dare to start fleshing out the pages. I have little experience in writing or comic making so I hope you forgive if some things don't make sense or the dialogue is a little on the nose so to say ahah!

The story will be packed with action with the overall tone being on the darker side, but it sure won't be lacking in humor! The project's main goal is to make it a celebration of all things submas & to prove to myself I can handle a big scale project despite my shortcomings!

This train has reached the terminal!

Thank you for riding my silly submas train!! I adore reading all your tags and comments! They brighten up my day & fuel my passion even more!! I hope to bring many more fun things for you to look forward to!! See you again soon!

ALL ABOARD!!

#Personal #Introduction

[fioras-resolve]

31 Days

Exactly a month ago, I started playing this game that my extended family had made. It's a daily math game, or like, a daily classical cryptography game. I have been solving the new puzzles each day, for 31 days.

I'm still taking it in, you know? I've never had such a clear idea of how long a month is, but now I have to know: It's the time between getting an email showing me this game and right now. Perhaps this should horrify me, as confronting the passage of time should come with the spectre of mortality. But as someone who has never believed herself to have a future, it has the opposite effect. It gives me a sense of just how time passes, how long things take, and how much I can do in a month.

But it's hard to believe there can be anything in my life so consistent. I flounder between projects and take opportunities when they come, my activities or mood on any given day is largely dependent on fate and happenstance. But I have somehow managed to do this one tiny thing each day for a month. It makes me think about the importance of rituals, to have something in your life that can anchor you in time.

These days, games come packed with rituals in some form or another. Plenty of games, online and offline, come with daily bonuses, daily activities, and rewards for sticking with it, every day. It's hard to know where to draw a line. These techniques are a few of many that companies can use to extract every bit of time, money, and attention out of you. But in individual cases I am okay with them. I like the daily nature of Wordle or Animal Crossing. I like it when Fire Emblem Fates or Bravely Default give me small rewards as real-world time passes. In the days of the DS or 3DS these mechanics felt more experimental and benign. I can't help but wonder if that was ever really true.

Summary is an ephemeral game. It changes every day, and a missed day cannot be taken back. Missing a day in my streak was actually what made me give up Wordle, unsurprisingly, and that'll probably be what gets me to drop this game. Back when Wordle was popular, there was a controversy over it being ephemeral like this. Some didn't like its daily slow-paced nature, which is fair enough if you don't care for game as ritual. Others made an argument that the daily format is inherently anti-preservation, as one day's experience will never be the same as the next. I balk at this framing, as someone in theatre. Yes, some art cannot be truly (or at least losslessly) preserved. It is of the moment, and that is part of the beauty of it. For art to be an event, for it to require you to be there, in that moment, is not as terrible a thing as some would tell you.

Thinking on it after a month, I'm not sure if I'd say I "like" Summary as a math-y puzzle game. It's missing the kind of tension and strategy that Wordle has, and while its puzzles are certainly coherent, I don't really feel like I'm getting "better" at the game, or that it particularly wants me to. I'm curious to ask the developers how they designed these puzzles, because as a designer, this game is a fascinating piece of work. But the Wordle formula is... It's one of those things, you know? It's like Minesweeper, it has a set of mechanics that just works, and it's hard to replicate without losing the charm somewhere. Summary is a good attempt, one I've stuck with for a month and plan to continue. But the ritual matters more than the game.

#game design #wordle #classical cryptography #mathblr #math games

[ay-chuu]

Congratulations on 300 followers!! It's really quite a feat, and honestly, you deserve it))

It's my first time participating in a matching event, so I'm kind of nervous and intrigued, but here we go:

I'm an INFP - libra - I like to draw/write/casually watching shows and playing games - I'm really scared of snails and slugs and medical needles- I love the celestial/whimsical night sky aesthetic, fluffy things, glittery and transparent things(like figurines,etc), foods with cheese and quiet places - I hate soggy vegetables and celery, fluffy foods, cinnamon and mean people - visually, I would like someone bigger and stronger than me(which isn't hard since I'm 5'3), also those who can take care of themselves. Characterwise I like people who can take care of others from time to time, stay honest, somewhat affectionate and loyal. Also like someone who could be serious but also silly in the right time. - my pronouns are they/he)

And for the drabble could you please do first kiss?

Thank you so much for the event and once again CONGRATULATIONS ON 300 FOLLOWERS!!

I certainly look forward to your new works!

Hello love, thanks a lot for your nice words <3

I match you with... (っ＾▿＾)💨

JACK HOWL!

The biggest reason I matched you and Jack together is that Jack wants to be with someone who doesn't hide himself when he's together, and you want to be with someone who makes every move you make with freedom when you're together. Do you know the phrase ”I can fight, wear whatever you want"? This is the summary of your relationship with him. There's nothing you're ever afraid to do when you're together.

The first moments you got to know Jack, you were afraid of him because... I mean, who wouldn't be afraid of a teenager who was a 1.95 height werewolf? Yet especially 3.after the events of the season, you started getting quite close and you discovered that there was a big softie hiding himself behind a secret shell. You don't know when you both started liking each other, because it's as if the relationship between you has always existed and was just waiting for the right time &lt;3

The fact that both of you are under the Libra makes you partners in many things. Sudden pucks, different fads and an exotic personality... that's why you don't make each other strange to a fool, and on the contrary, you become more attached to each other. What I can say about INFP and ISFP is that ISFP is more realistic and less imaginative compared to INFP. So you have a complete “lalala” and “okokok” relationship! When you are too harmful to yourself, you take care of each other &lt;3

Some of the moments I've dreamed of for you two: Jack who is buying you tiny glass spheres while you were visiting gift shops together and being shy of it, acting like just a tsundere; daily weather checks to watch the stars together, and romantic kisses shared under the stars &lt;3

The first kiss

There was only 15 minutes to new year when he pushed you from behind and took you to a “surprise” place.

You chose not to question as you walk while freezing through the freezing weather towards the end of the forest with your lover Jack. Jack, he didn't always pull you into a place like that, you knew that, but my god, did he have to do it in this weather?

Still, deep down, you were very excited, because Jack has always been someone who prefers behavior to words. That's why you were sure that the surprise he would make you, the cold he made you feel and experience would change with the warmth that comes with happiness.

Because Jack has always been like this, a veteran and a gentleman. Before you fell in love with him, you always thought he was a rude and burly bully. Because God forbid, the cold you felt when you walked past Jack couldn't match what you're feeling right now.

“We have arrived.” You tried to adapt to where you came from while taking your head away from thoughts with your voice. “I'm taking the bandage off your eye, okay?”

After shaking your head, you felt your lover's hands slowly open the bandage. Blinking your eyes while looking at the air. First of all, even if you thought that the stars were spinning in your head because of the long time you closed your eyes, everything you felt and saw was real.

You have always loved the celestial weather very much, which is covered with the light of hope given by the stars that surround the pitch darkness. Because he used to tell you that no matter how rude and cruel this world is, there is always hope everywhere. Maybe a dream, maybe another universe, maybe a person…

You filled your lungs with a breath of excitement as your eyes examined the stars in the air, one by one, down to every detail. "Jack...”

“Did you like it?”

You felt the warm arms tied around your waist and your eyes filling as you rested your head on the warm chest resting on your back. “Liked it? I fell in love with it...”

While Jack gave a little smile at your reaction, he said, “I hope you haven't been as much in love with it than me”

You wink at him while looking at him sarcastically “Oh, what if I do?”

Jack frowned, pulling his hands away from you while he was embarrassed and blushing. God, he was so cute when he was angry. You turned to him with a smile and hugged him. “Thank you, my love. You're so romantic.”

At that moment, while you are just appreciating the weather and admiring the view, you get out of the magic of the moment with the notification from your phone. 2 minutes. The last 2 minutes of New Year's Eve.

“Sometimes I think I don't deserve you.” Said Jack quietly in a whisper. While looking at him incredulously, for no reason you found yourself whispering too. "Baby, what are you saying...”

Jack was a man who liked to express what he felt through his actions. You were aware that sometimes you did this with strange results, strange rude behavior, quick rejection after praise sentences, and many other examples.

He continued to look at you and your lips with a shrug. "Coldness, rudeness, behavior that a person like you does not deserve...”

But Jack was someone who always communicated what he really wanted to convey, he was always very loyal and honest about his actions in this regard. that's why you loved him.

”But,“ unable to endure even one second of his words as you talk, "These are the characteristics that make you who you are, my dear.” You said, completing your sentence. You licked your lips and looked at Jack's. “And I love you just the way you are, Jack. If the meaning of your actions makes them metaphorical, you don't have to feel sorry for them at all. You are awesome.” You finished talking while also completing your feelings.

After receiving approval with your eyes after your sentences, Jack pressed his lips to you without hesitation.

Because Jack has already relayed the most important thing that could happen to him in the world to you as the first feeling and message to be transmitted in the new year.

His love for you <3

#by.aychu #matching/shipping event! #twst #twisted wonderland #jack howl #twst jack howl #jack howl x reader

[fumblingmusings]

Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you’d like to know better!

@draw-a-circle-thats-the-compass very kindly tagged me - thank you!! I don't get to do tag games that often so hohoho. Verboseness incoming.

What book are you currently reading?

I'm re-reading Anne Bronte's Tenant of Wildfell Hall at the moment. A post on tumblr being mean about Gilbert and saying he was just as bad as Mr Rochester or Heathcliff made me go oohhhhhh how very dare so now I'm re-reading one of my favourite books of all time. The three part series from the late 90s is very good and is on Daily Motion if you'd rather watch (Tara Fitzgerald, Toby Stevens and Rupert Graves are so very good!)

What’s your favourite movie you saw in theatres this year?

I saw only one film at the cinema this year, so by default The Batman wins. It was very loud.

What do you usually wear?

Dresses, tights, brown boots, scarves and cardigans. I dress like a librarian which is... fitting.

How tall are you?

5ft 7" or about 172cm.

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

Virgo! And I share a birthday with the day the Mayflower finally managed to leave Britain and sail to America. Also Papua New Guinea's Independence Day. Those are probably the most... Anglo-centric and relevant ones to this blog's interests...

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

My real life nickname is Abbie and I certainly do not mind if people wish to call me that on here either! Or Ab. Or Abadab as I am known on Animal Crossing.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

I wanted to be a vet, as many kids did, as I never had any pets growing up save some fish in a pond in the garden. But I also always really loved history, and wanted to work with objects behind the scenes. When my science grades weren't straight A's, I instead focused on History, Geography, Politics and English. I did a series of work placements during my summer and winter holidays during my undergrad to figure out what field I liked best - in a library, in a gallery and in an archive. The archives won, I volunteered for the next two years, did the degree, got a temp job, got a permanent job and here I am! All in all pretty smooth sailing really.

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

No and no! I think I am ace. I think. :I we just don't know

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I am a good swimmer but a terrible runner. I am pretty bad at exercise in general...

Dogs or cats?

Cats! I used to work at a cattery. I adore them so much. I wish I could have one of my own but I don't have the spare funds at the moment. My goal is to have one by the time I'm 30.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

600 hours and counting on Breath of the Wild baby

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

I tried and signed up for a dating app in August - it was a bit of a dud. But I tried, and came to conclusions about myself. Mainly, I need therapy. So I'm currently doing that. Ha. Ha....

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

I am a semi-decent cross-stitcher! I am just quite a slow one. But I have a skill for it I think. I always have three projects going at once. Not great for speed...

Are you religious?    

Nah. I am baptised Anglican but I only go to church when my mum asks me to attend with her (she's Scottish Methodist herself but makes do with her village Anglican church - beggars cannae be choosers) usually just for the carol concert. I deal with Diocesan records every day at work so I have a real knowledge of how the Church of England works with very little actual belief in it. I'm not particularly spiritual either. It's interesting to me, but not out of a desire for any of it to be real.

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

A really big lie-in. A few more days and I can zzzzzzzzzzzz.

And uhhhhh I taaaaaaggggg @luciality @sunnysssol @50colonies @ashipwithoutaname @captainproudfeminist @flash-silver-4316 @astrophilic-soul

Thank you!!!!

#op #tag games

[river-in-the-woods]

Hello! I'm curious about 🔮🗝️🦴 🌬️ from the witchy asks. Hope you have a nice day/night!

Thank you for asking! I had to give your questions some thought, I hope my answers prove interesting. Have a wonderful day or night wherever you are too!

1. (🔮) - when was the first time you had an experience involving ghosts, spirits, deities, etc? What happened?

Bit of a struggle to think of events from years ago, but one sticks out. I used to frequent a beautiful and secluded graveyard in my former hometown. I often went there to reflect, and I sometimes tended the graves. One day I got caught there in a very sudden rainstorm. I took shelter under an old tree. Then I heard the most bizarre moaning, loud and clear and human enough in timbre, but definitely not the kind of noise a human would make. It sounded like it was only a few feet away, but there was absolutely no one else around. I still have no idea what it was, really.

3.(🗝) - what's your clothing style and what aesthetic does your room/home have?

My clothes tend to be autumnal and earthy, dark colours and subtle patterns. I try to go for a style that is elegant, does not draw too much attention, but still feels homely. My room is much the same. I have a sort of organised clutter, lots of notebooks and craft-related things, and plants on every available surface.

19. (🦴) - what's something a lot of witches do in their practice that you don't? Why?

Probably cursing. Since I have a commitment to the Buddhist path, my moral compass is already spoken for. That’s not to say curses don’t exist in Buddhist magic, they certainly do. But generally any kind of magic that creates more suffering is to be avoided unless truly necessarily. We have powerful magic to protect, bind, purify and transform, and that is sufficient enough for virtually all problems. My gods prefer me to overcome any attachments to bitterness and anger, no matter how justified. My approach is usually to isolate the offending party to get them out of the picture, and care for the victims of the situation.

20. (🌬️) - what's something not a lot of witches do in their practice but you find very important? Why?

I practice everyday. I think people get a bit defensive when they hear about daily practice, because it’s difficult to build up the habit. Which I understand, because it did take me a few years to acquire the discipline, but I consider the effort to be well worth it. My baseline is about 15-30 minutes of Buddhist practice involving chants, visualisations, meditation, making offerings and dedicating merit. Any magical pursuits are added on top of that.

#ask game #inbox #buddhism #my practice #personal

[i-am-a-stupid-robot]

While I respect your polite request to watch the Daily Wire documentary, I have to decline. Here's why:

The Daily Wire is widely known to produce content that is highly biased and often sensationalized. It heavily relies on clickbait-y headlines and taglines to increase site traffic. This is a company that openly talks about how much money it makes and how the intent of their content is to be competitive as a form of entertainment. (DW has a right bias. The left-biased equivalent is HuffPost and its parent company, BuzzFeed. Both are too biased to be considered as accurate or objective "news.")

For that reason, I cannot accept media published by DW as credible or insightful content, even as opinion pieces. They are intentionally created to appeal to people who already agree with the content and to fuel shares and engagement, which in turn earns the company more money.

When you find a documentary produced by a credible source, I will be happy to watch it. (I'm sending this as an ask because your followers deserve to be aware of the context and intentionality behind the content you're recommending and/or they're potentially consuming.)

Oh, I 100% agree they’re biased. They 100% agree they’re biased. Their bias is right wing politically and conservative morally, but I am biased in these ways, too. But putting politics aside, if you want to understand why I and virtually ever pro-lifer out there believes so strongly about the issue of abortion, the answers are right in here.

As far as sensationalism, beyond the occasional (and honestly quite mild) clickbait in video titles, I have not found this to be the case. I have been following the Daily Wire for almost two years now, and they report on every event the mainstream news outlets do. What you find in the news, you will find on the Daily Wire—with a conservative bias. Just as what you find on the Daily Wire you will find in mainstream news—with a liberal bias. While they are biased, they do not hide facts from news stories to help their arguments as nearly every mainstream news outlet does very liberally (pardon the pun) right now.

And yes—they do make a profit from entertainment. With streaming sites such as Netflix and Disney+ leaning so far left they soon might fall over, the Daily Wire has begun making movies and shows that will appeal to a more middle ground/conservative audience. However, this is entirely separate from all political commentary from the company. Although I will certainly admit some of the hosts are prone to satire.

Have you tried Daily Wire content yourself? More than just a few videos or out-of-context clips? I think you’ll find it put-together and intelligent. Sources are cited and they often draw their information from mainstream sources and comment on what’s found there. They do not slap together shoddy stories for the sake of drama and conspiracy. It’s legitimately just a right-wing take on current events. I can only assume the reason everyone finds this so shocking and repulsive is that virtually every other major news source is left-wing?

I’m not saying you should watch the documentary because it’s unbiased. But it is credible. The stories shared in this film are just a few out of thousands you can easily find if you spend a little time on Google or YouTube. What I am saying is if you want to understand the way I or any other advocate for life stand on this subject and why—this is a concise and accurate summary.

Of course you’re free to watch it or not watch it. But if you’re sure it’s in no way credible, then all you stand to lose is forty minutes of your time. On the other hand, if you do choose to watch it, at the very least you might gain a new insight into the other side of an issue that is more divisive than any other out there right now. We're not angry radicals who want to control women or their bodies, we're normal people (many of us women!) who just want to do the right thing.

It’s completely your call, I would never want to force anything down your throat! But this is an issue that I’m very passionate about and I wanted to take the opportunity to share it with the people I care about.

P.S. I appreciate the motives that prompted this ask and I especially appreciate your politeness! I realize there’s a very real chance we’ll never agree on this topic, but I want you to know that you and your friendship will always be very valuable to me, regardless of our stances. 💕💕

(The film in question)

#beth my beloved #pocket frens #ask box #pro life

[dearaliya]

Fourth Wing: We're so back!!

Dear Aliya...

OH MY GOD!!

I know I was the one to put you onto this book, and I know you devoured it long before I was able to, but now I have come to the end and I have many many thoughts! With the next book in the series due soon, I'll have to get them all to you soon!

I'll be honest, it had been a while since I'd read a proper book. I'm talking paper, turning a page, needing a light source of some description, the whole shebang! I'm delighted to say that this is a very easy book to read and a terrific pathway back into demolishing books like the good old days.

The worldbuilding is decently rounded out and the plot points are relatively paint by numbers and predictable (which I'll get to).

Shall we dot point? Thank god I'm not spoiling this for you!

Violet Sorrengail She's got all the traits of a YA fantasy heroine and then some! However special she might end up being, there wasn't once a time I thought that things were just a bit too easy for her, which sometimes takes the fun away. Don't get me wrong, she is very special with her two dragons and duel-toned hairstyle and legacy family, but it never felt like it was getting to the point of complete absurdity which is a fine line to walk.

Her disability (Ehlers Danlos, though it isn't called that in the book) was extremely well written, naturally due to the author's experience. It's a part of her, one that she's fully come to terms with and handles on the daily, no song and dance drawing all the attention to this one big thing making it her entire personality. Rare!

It provided great growth for her as well, accepting that sometimes she isn't like everyone else (not in that way) and sometimes she needs that little bit of a helping hand was a great big step! It's a struggle to accept that sometimes you need accommodations, everyone wants independence and to concede it certainly hurts.

Xaden Riorson Speaking of independence, let's discuss my- everyone's- favourite character! Now, is he my favourite because I think that he is a very good boy who treated Violet very well and did everything he could to prepare her for the realities of fighting a war so she wouldn't have to rely on anyone?

Obviously not, she thought he was going to kill her and I swooned!

Call me predictable, my head will turn xx

I think, beyond me having a crush on him, Xaden was quite genuinely an interesting character to follow. None of the mysteries are particularly deep, but I'm hardly Sherlock Holmes and they were more than enough to keep my attention. Bit by bit, he went from generic bad boy number whatever to an actual person with thoughts and a world-formed view. He's lived in this world, before the events of the book, and you can tell from his actions, sublime!

Dain Aetos Broooooski I was foaming at the mouth. Forgive my language, but brother was on my nerves and FKN stayed there!! Look, to have someone who wants to protect is one thing, but to do that by implying incapability? Violet better than me for real, I might have told him to stick it.

Every party needs a pooper and that's why we invited Dain.

DRAGONS What's this? The biggest draw in of the book? I think so!!!

Ever since I've had eyes I too have loved shiny things and Andarnaurram is right there in my heart with all the other sparklies. She is highly baby and if anything ever happens to her you will find me face down, ugly sobbing, inconsolable.

But enough about me!

I was a fan of all the dragons and how they interacted with their riders. Everyone had fun and interesting personalities that bounced well off their human counterparts. Otherworldly? Yes. Just buddies in big scaley skins? Also yes! The different colours were cool, but the different tail endings were cooler, it's a way of differentiation I'd not seen before but you're welcome to correct me.

Other, more spoilery thoughts By other, I mean some gripes. Now, I'm a picky bitch so these aren't experience ruiners but more nitpicks.

You remember how I said paint by numbers? A LOT of the plot points were telegraphed mere moments before they occurred. Violet bonding to Tairn and Andarna, Jack's allergy to oranges and the book of fables all come to mind as clumsily dropped into sentences or entire chapters. It felt a little tooooooo hand holdy, I almost expected a kiss on the forehead once we got to where the foreshadowing wanted me.

Murder was just a little too easy to get away with. Jack was straight evil to begin with, there's no way he should have remained in the fighter quadrant. I understand the explanation, strongest prevail, yadayada, at some point maybe you should kick the dude practically HALVING your cadet pool out of the quadrant? Sure, he got scolded for killing someone in a sparring match, but any leader with half a brain would have known that numbers in a fight also matter.

Nothing more comes to mind, so I appreciate you listening to my thoughts. I'll see you next time, stay well!

Hannah xx

#fourth wing #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #dain aetos #booktok #books and reading

[psyandtech17]

The perfect recipe for disaster...

This blog post is about r/place, arguably one of the biggest events that happened on the internet this year. I'm writing this to capture my shocking realization regarding human nature.

What is r/place?

It's a social experiment hosted on reddit on April Fool's Day. It's been hosted twice as of this day: first time in 2017 and five years later this year (2022). It is a huge canvas that people can paint on. The painting process allows a person to place a colored pixel every 5 minutes, chosen out of 16 colors. So imagine how much time it would take to color every one of the 4 million pixels of the canvas. Turns out, not so long with 48 million people (monthly reddit users)!

You can imagine what happened after this, you give people anonymity, and they can draw whatever they want, a perfect recipe for disaster...

I know you expected at least a couple of swastikas, slurs and some genitalias drawn, but no. Surprisingly, it was quite civil, other than a few obscene figures people created actual art.

Some example of the best pieces:

They even managed to create a fully working QR code:

The other biggest thing was nationalism, in the form of flags. FLAGS EVERYWHERE!

To create these masterpieces it requires a fair amount of planning and collaboration, since you need many people to work together in order to actually achieve something, while also defending it from others.

The most surprising thing, to me, was the cooperation of Hungarians and Romanians.  If you aren't familiar with it, the two countries are not on the best terms with each other to say the least. At least that's what we're taught in school, we don't really have any reason for the beef. So, it was nice to see that the younger generation finally moved on from the hateful mindset and want a better relationship between the two countries. r/place might not have had a huge effect in this change, but it certainly helped me realize the real state of the situation.

However, it wasn't all just this wholesome, we got to experience bullying, some more and some less serious. Example for the latter is the bullying of Canada, where people sabotaged them while drawing their flag, constantly putting pixels to the wrong place, or changing the name to "Bananas" and the leaf on their flag to a banana. This was of course nothing serious, which can't be said about the following ones.

People went harsh on Russia, directly expressing their support of Ukraine in the ongoing situation. The LGBTQ+, trans and American flag received some hate as well, where they had to constantly fight for their presence on the canvas.

Aside from this, it was so heartwarming to see so many people work together creating something amazing. It was an eye-opening moment, I realized what people are capable of doing when they work together. And the internet plays the biggest role in organizing this teamwork. People are capable of so much when they have a goal to work toward. So it all comes down to what that goal is and how we can all reach it collectively. We're fed daily news that people are selfish and generally bad, it might be true in a few instances, but on a bigger scale it's a colossal misjudgment of people. As a group we can achieve so much, and communication is key to achieve that. Social psychology largely focuses on why people in groups do bad things, but in reality the same group of people can do something just as great, with the right intensions.

The final state of the canvas (you can zoom in to see the details)

Also, the full timeline can be viewed here

[beels-burger-babe]

I'm curious if you have your own MC headcanon. Like, how would B!MC go about in the Devildom, and interact with the demon brothers and side characters? What would they have done differently in the game?

Awwww, I love this question!

So basically, do I have any headcanons for if I myself were MC? Let's get into this! Do with this info what you will!

She most certainly would not stay like that though. I lovingly refer to myself as an Extrovert with Introverted tendencies. Once I start feeling comfy around certain brothers, (Definitely Mammon first and foremost. The others would happen very slowly afterwards), I'd be the slightest bit more open, would probably tease them a little, and would just generally try to get to know them and show them kindness.

1: Starts off shy, closed off, and anxious

B would be so freaked out and shy at first. I'm the kind of person that's pretty awkward around people when I first meet them, and if they give off strong, intimidating auras, (for some reason especially around men), I'm incredibly shy at first.

Therefore, B probably wouldn't talk all that much and would either nod and give quick answers as needed or awkwardly ramble. She'd fidget a lot and be too anxious and just shocked by the situation to actually argue or fight against Lucifer or anyone.

Eventually, she'll reach her natural "puppy dog" energy that I apparently possess. She'll speak her mind, dish out compliments on the daily, and will be a little more confident and relaxed around everyone.

2: Takes RAD and role on the student council very seriously

3: Would never ever use pacts without giving the brothers a heads up or receiving permission

B is definitely a good student, a bit of a teacher's pet and a nerd. I don't mean this in a way to brag, but I've always been one of those "top of the class" students and have been in various leadership positions in my life. So I think B would thrive at RAD and would be so curious and interested in the new things that they can learn from being the Devildom. She would also do her best to genuinely contribute to the student council and offer ideas on how to better student life and different events and activities they could do to higher school spirit.

(Once they get comfy enough, B would most certainly spend some time sneaking off with Solomon to adventure around the Devildom and see all the new sights and try new foods.)

Consent is important, and B just wouldn't be comfy forcing someone to do something they don't want to do, even if they're a demon and accepted the pact. If she did slip once or twice in burst of heightened emotion, she'd feel SO GUILTY afterwards and probably bake them cookies or make them something as an apology.

5: INSOMNIAC

I do not sleep well on a normal basis, and have a hard time sleeping in new environments. SO, B would sneak off to a room that she knows is far away from the brothers' rooms and just draw, write, read or even have a random 3 am dance party in there until she's exhausted enough and eventually drag herself back to bed.

Relationships with characters:

Lucifer:

- Respects his authority, hates how he abuses his power sometimes and treats his siblings.

-Once she's been there long enough, B will actively defend Mammon and the others against him and will respectfully call him out on occasion for his bullshit. (aka she's pretty much a not-so-secret member of the Anti-Lucifer League)

- At the same time, she is 100% low key afraid of him, but just doesn't fully show it.

- Despite this, will still check in on him and make sure he's getting enough food during his work binges

Mammon:

- Knows that Mammon is in charge of watching her, and therefore will be spending the most time with her, so will do her best to befriend him and get along with him.

- At first, she's a little irked by his tsundere tendencies, but once she sees his brothers berate him, she'd instantly understand what this is all about and feel protective over him.

- Always gives him words of encouragement and compliments him. He'd easily become her best friend, though she'd definitely form a crush on him.

-He's the person she runs to at 1am to show the funny TikTok she just watched or to give a scene by scene retelling of the amazing story she just read

Leviathan:

- She'd be torn. On one hand, he's a nerd like her and she'd love to hang out and play games with him, BUT he'd need to drop the whole "But are you real fan?" thing real quick or she's just gonna leave.

- As far as his insecurities go, B would try to help him find some self-help tools to aid in his confidence and would sharply correct him if he started degrading himself.

- His room would be her favourite though, and honestly, she'd probably go there just to chill with Henry 2.0 and make faces at him. I have done this with my sister's fish and will happily do so with Henry.

-Much like with Lucifer, B would check in on his gaming or anime binges and make sure that he's okay and eating properly.

Satan:

-Wants to be his friend SO FREAKING BADLY

-I mean, he has books, lots of them, and knows all kind of stuff, and loves pets and knows how to sneak cats into the house.

-But she'd be so intimidated by him because "He's just so cool!"

-Satan would have to make the first move, similar to in the game, and then afterwards, she'd probably go to him to bounce ideas off of for writing and for reading recommendations.

-Once Belphie is out, the three of them often hang out in the library with hot drinks just mocking and teasing Lucifer (all in good fun. Nothing too serious).

-She'd probably study with him and help him tutor some of the others.

Asmodeus:

- Gets soooooooooo flustered by his little flirtations, but thinks that he's just teasing her and not serious.

- Seriously. She turns red like a tomato and either just walks away or hides her face and squeaks. Cracks Asmo up every time.

- Other than that, she'd LOVE getting to relax and do manicures, facials, etc with him.

- They'd definitely just have days out on the town where they try cute little innovative cafes and go shopping.

- That being said, when he gets nasty and goes too far when teasing his brothers, she will not stand for it and will demand that he apologize.

Beelzebub:

-Love at first sight.

-She sees him, tall, aloof, ginger hair and these dazzling purple eyes just, he has her heart in an instant.

- She isn't subtle either. She perks up whenever he enters the room, smiles a lot when he talks to her, blushes when he gets too close, starts keeping snacks for him on her, etc

- When she finds out he plays Fangol, she'll ask him to tell her about so that she can have a better understanding of the sport and will attend some of his games. She is definitely cheering loudly in the stands.

-Too nervous to make any actual moves, and will accept just being his friend if she doesn't notice any signs of him recepricating her feelings.

If this actually interests anyone and you want to know more about B as an MC or her/my relationships with the others or any other specific questions, let me know cause this was fun!

Belphegor *Lesson 16 spoilers*:

- Is sympathetic for the situation of him being locked in the attic, but is hesitant and suspicious of him.

-The main reason she goes along with his plan, is because she knows Beel misses him and helping Belphie will be helping Beel.

-Feels like a fucking idiot after she gets killed, and will not go anywhere near him for a long time. Even once she does start letting herself be in the same room as him, she'll be civil but untrusting of him.

-Once he proves himself through genuine actions and apologies, B will start warming up to him again and slowly becomes his friend.

#anons 🕶 #the hive #ask b #b answers #🐝 answers #obey me main character #main character #original character #me. it’s me. #I'm the OC #B as MC #obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me shall we date

[could-be-kira]

church oranges – lawlight

my valentine's day present for @iwatanis-bitch based on one of our stupid inside jokes. happy valentine's day nao i hope you enjoy reading this <3

It was a bright spring day in the Kanto region of Japan. The sun was shining and the streets were bustling with people on their daily commute. The Kira investigation also continued to be in full swing, and yet the world's greatest detective, as well as his main suspect could be found... taking a bag of oranges to church.

"Remind me exactly why we're doing this again?" Light asked. He had been completely left in the dark about L's reasoning for making him come along on this excursion. One second he was pretending to help with the investigation, and the next he was being handed a bag of oranges and told by L that they were going out.

"I'm not entirely sure either," L sighed, recalling the day's earlier events. "I think it has something to do with the rest of the task force having enough with our bickering, so they told us to go out together on our break so that we can at least try to get along rather than derailing the investigation."

"And they thought that bringing oranges to church would help?" Light sighed in return. This had to be the most pointless thing he had ever done and he couldn't understand why anyone would ever make him go and do that, and with L of all people no less. He even had to be the one to hold the bag, couldn't they at least have brought a backpack or something so that he could at least look somewhat dignified?

"It was Matsuda's suggestion..." L grumbled with clear annoyance in his voice. "Apparently a festival is being held and there's a booth requesting donations of fruit for snacks to draw in more attendees, and unfortunately we just had to be in walking distance."

Of course it was Matsuda's suggestion, Light should have known. He seemed just like the type of person to suggest a corny outing like this. Though... wasn't now a little late? He had heard about the church festival; there had been posters everywhere advertising it, but from his knowledge it took place today. Why would they still be taking snack donations on the day of the festival? He couldn't imagine that many people who weren't already part of the church attending. Well... unless this church was one of the ones which evolved and began to worship a new god...

A few minutes later, the two showed up to the church, and the festival was already in full swing. Their original plan was simply to drop off the oranges and go, but the place was quite a bit bigger than they expected. When that fact was discovered, it seemed as though the both of them had the same idea: to skim through the booths to see if anything related to Kira came up.

"Hey, Ryuzaki, I found something over here!" Light called L over to the booth that he was looking over. "Some of Kira's supporters really do put a lot of work into keeping up his reputation, huh? This entire poster board almost makes me think the whole thing sounds pretty good." Light half-joked, chuckling and trying to make sure he sounded enthusiastic enough, but not so much so that it pushed more suspicion onto him. He wanted it to sound more like enthusiasm regarding the information found rather than anything else.

After a few more minutes, it was concluded that the one booth was the only one that consisted of anything useful, so Light and L decided it would be a good time to leave. They simply left the bag at the snack booth and headed back to HQ. When they had walked a good few minutes away from the church, L broke the silence between them.

"This outing has upped the likelihood thay you are Kira by 2%, by the way."

"What? How, pray tell, could taking oranges to church with you prove ANYTHING about whether I am or am not Kira?"

"You were a little... excitable at that booth, you know. Plus, there was what you said about supporting him sounding fairly good..."

"It's called a joke, Ryuzaki!" Light exclaimed, trying not to get flustered, though certainly not doing a great job of it. "Obviously you've never learned how to take one."

"Yes, a joke coming from my most likely suspect," L began, rolling his eyes. "And, that's another one percent for getting flustered when I called you out on your enthusiasm."

"Oh, come on!"

"This is why I have to kill him..." Light thought. "Not only is he catching onto and suspecting me of being Kira for everything I do, he just made me take oranges to church with him! Damn L... I guess I'll just have to work harder not to draw suspicion onto myself until Misa gets his name..."

"Well, I'm assuming those back at the task force are going to be very disappointed when we return. It seems this only caused us to bicker more rather than limiting it." L stated as he continued to walk back up to HQ. As much as he would never admit it out loud, he wouldn't mind it much if the rest of the team sent him out with Light while on break more often. As much as they bickered, and even with Light being the number one suspect, L really did enjoy spending time with him. It wasn't every day that he got to have intelligent conversations with just anyone... most of the time.

"Yeah, I guess so. They'll probably send us out again on break tomorrow. Just... if anyone out of all of them gets to choose what we do, at least let it be my dad. He might be the only one who can make a good suggestion if we don't get to pick where to go." Light said, the smallest smile crossing his lips.

"You're certainly right about that. Once we get back up to headquarters, I'm revoking Matsuda's excursion arrangement privileges." L said in response, smiling ever-so-slightly back.

"I'll be your backup on that. I also think we should probably make sure Misa can't arrange anything for us either. Not that she'd want to, anyway."

Soon enough, Light and L made it back to the building. Walking in and heading up the elevator, they were glad that they could make a fairly good end to an interesting break. All was well... for now.

#death note #l lawliet #light yagami #lawlight #♡ / ( writings . )

[inerus]

Daily Writing Challenge - Day 12 - "Ball/Gravestone"

Music:

The preparations for the ball were well underway at the Evervale Estate. Per the lineage of the wealthy, balls had been planned regularly throughout the year. This time had been no exception as the Farstrider grimaced at the large and opulent room. He had mixed feelings about his plan and had yet to confer with his would-be partner for the dance. In fact, he wasn't even sure if she knew how to dance. Though it was an assumed trait that dragons could do about anything, so why should it worry him so?

"Inerus, darling... You came!" Farianna strode up to him as he bent his knee in respect.

"It's been some time, Lady Rosestrider. How is it that you fare this evening?" He could tell from her appearance alone, that she had grown up to be a fine and beautiful woman. If he had any regret for leaving his family for an adventuring hiatus, it certainly didn't show.

"Oh, please. Formalities aside. You are in the company of a childhood friend. Don't you recall the antics we used to get into? Perhaps we might be able to stir a little trouble in tonight's event, hm?"

Inerus offered a sly smile and shook his head. "I've outgrown what we did as children. You might be surprised, but I have matured believe it or not. The only reason I am here is on the urgent summons of Mother. I doubt my Father had wanted to write to me given my imprompt dismissal of the family name."

At this, Lady Rosestrider frowned. "You haven't heard, have you?" She made a point to step forward and place a hand on his shoulder. Judging by her concerned expression, he was promptly guarded.

"What do you mean, my Lady? What has happened in my absence?"

The woman turned to cast her gaze askance as she deliberated over her answer to him. "This... may not be my place. But your father has since passed. Over a month has gone by and I found it odd you were not present during his burial."

Inerus felt his jaw tighten as his father had left the world without a final goodbye. "Do you know of where his grave is? It would not bode well for me to be here without seeing him."

"It is among the rest of the Evervale family graves within the clearing of the woods. Would you like me to accompany you?"

Inerus shook his head and raised a hand. "I need a moment alone. Please excuse me."

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When he arrived at the grave, Inerus found himself kneeling down to inspect the writing on the face of his father's stone. For whatever reason, regret surged through him and he felt his fists clench at his side. Should he have returned sooner? Stayed with the family until his parents had passed naturally? Did his father die hating him?

Many of these questions clouded his thoughts until he felt a slight tingle in his hand. Upon turning over and opening his hand, he could see that the mark of his dragon illuminating. Closing his eyes, he'd channel arcane into his palm before speaking.

"Raescera... do you wish to speak with me?"

At his question, one of the trees had suddenly seemed... animate. In the split up along its trunk, it gave a wide birth to reveal a Kal'dorei Elf as she stepped through. Unlike portals that were made of magic, the Emerald Dream had facilitated travel in a more unusual and natural sort of way. The tree's bark seamlessly collected behind her as she moved over to him. Her arms gathering him up against her as she looked intently at him.

"I felt... your pain and came to offer you comfort." Her hand settled along his cheek as she drew on her empathic gift to draw his negativity into herself. Though he promptly pulled his hand away and gripped at her forearm.

"You need not take this from me, Lady Raescera. I am simply in shock and experiencing grief. Though your consideration of my needs has not gone unnoticed."

The Kal'dorei gently placed her arm back at her side and nodded. "It was strange, but you have felt anxious to... remorseful. We're these feelings tied to this stone?" A hand gestures to the grave of his father and he shakes his head.

"The anxiousness was another matter... though... it seems pertinent I mention it now. Lady Raescera... I am required to make an appearance tonight for my family. And... in doing so I would like to have you accompany me if you would allow it per your availability and liberation of duty?"

Raescera gave pause to his question and knelt down as plantlife grew about the stone to offer it more age than necessary. But Inerus was against mentioning that fact and knew that the arrangement of fauna would likely be beautiful to those who would come to visit his father.

"Very well. As your dragon, I will see to it as you have seen to the Dream any time I have asked. What is required of me when I meet your family?"

At this, Inerus would flush slightly and scratch at the back of his head. "A dance with music and conversation. Though... I have been meaning to ask if you are familiar with dancing?"

Raescera inclines her head to the side as she rises to look at him. "I have not, though it is a natural trait. I can manage when asked to do so."

He'd simply nod his head and glance back over his shoulder towards the estate then back at her. "Are you also... willing to look like a Sin'dorei? There are still strict expectations of those I associate with... And I do not imagine they would favor a Kal'dorei."

The green dragon nodded her head as a gathering of leaves and wind surged around her. Her shape subtly changed before his very eyes. And just as she had before, she wore transparent clothing that revealed more than what would be expected at the ball.

"Erm... perfect. Now, all we will need is to get you a dress. One that is proper for the occasion."

"What is wrong with what I am wearing?" She inquires as she moves closer to him.

"It suggests a behavior punishable by tanning one's hide. Please... allow me to assist you with this endeavor?"

Raescera gave a slow nod as he pulled her away from his father's grave. The notion of regret slipping as he sought to shoulder the burden better in the evening.

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Near the start time of the dance, he led Raescera into the room. He wore something similar in color to her dress and held her by the arm with his own. Her attire mirrored her passion for the Dream as she was a stunning creature to behold in the ballroom. There was no question that eyes were drawn to her and Inerus as they made their way forward. However, she managed the part of a Sin'dorei with entitlement well as she regarded the room around her. Leaning close, she spoke softly into his ear.

"There are many here... I do not know how we will be able to dance and talk with them all in the hour we intend to stay."

"That is a normal worry, but I assure you... The Sin'dorei manage to find ways to make time and exceed the allotment of time for conversation. I suspect we may be here longer if we get caught by the wrong parties during the dance."

At this, the music started to carry through the large hall. Already pairs of Sin'dorei made their way onto the floor to dance. Inerus turned to Raescera as he offered an overturned hand to her. "May I have this dance, Lady Raescera?"

"You may, Dragonsworn Inerus." She gingerly set her hand within his as his fingers folded around hers. His other arm sought to wrap about her side as he spoke. "When you are ready... step with me. I will lead you and if you feel lost... rely on me."

She gave a nod and took a step. He moved with her, though he made to do so slowly. His gaze focused entirely on her as the arm bracing her side gave more support than the joined hands that were outstretched from their bodies. A smile made its way onto his features as he seemingly kept pace with those that danced around them. A majority of the dancers hugged their partners with the same motion of dance.

Although Raescera had been new to it, she only slipped a few times. Though it was hardly noticed given Inerus's practiced form. And each time she faltered, he would ease to a slower rhythm. Her own features grew bright as she noted the gold opulent chandeliers overhead.

"Perhaps one day, you can add a chandelier to your own lair," he quipped noting her look to the ceiling. "I'm sure I could get you one if you want..."

"I would welcome that. And I would look forward to doing these... dances more often. I am enjoying myself."

He felt touched by her words as a tender look crossed his features. He leaned close to speak near her ear. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Lady Raescera."

@daily-writing-challenge

#inerus Evervale #Daily Writing Challenge #Day 12 #Ball/Gravestone #Raescera #Green Dragon! #Sin'dorei Culture #Nobility #Dancing #Wee #Oh hey #my dad is dead too I guess

[visionsofus]

Hi! Just wanted to say that i'm living for you scarlet vision fanfic right now, they give me so much happiness and relief and they are so well-written that i'm re-reading them daily. I just wanted to ask if it's possible to have maybe If You Ever Come Back by The Script. I think that this will fit very well with our favourite synthezoid and witch.

Thank you again and please continue writing about them! Cheers and stay safe

hello! thank you so much for reading and reaching out with this song - it was perfect! I really hope you continue reading and enjoying this series ❤️ I hope you have a lovely morning/evening and are staying safe 

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track #9: If You Ever Come Back by The Script 

synopsis: Wanda and Vision recall an argument that forced them to go their separate ways in the early days of their relationship post-CW. Upon finding out Wanda is near the Compound Vision can't help himself and seeks her out to apologise. (Happy resolution)

Wanda had only meant to draw one circle around New Jersey but in her distraction had kept the ballpoint moving in continuous circles so that it was now an unrecognisable big blue scribble.

“Wanda, present please,” Natasha said waving her hand in front of Wanda’s distant eyes.

“Sorry,” she murmured, instead starting to flip the pen nimbly about her fingers.

“As I was saying,” Steve said from where he was braced above the map of the US they had spread out. “We can’t afford any more international travel for a bit, not after Sam was spotted in Venice last week.”

Sam Wilson raised his hands in defence. “Hey, I was actually being very careful, it’s not my fault my fan club spans nations.”

“Regardless, no more international travel,” Steve said looking at them sternly in turn, “Wanda that means you too, no European rendezvous with Vision for the next two months.”

The ballpoint clattered onto the table before them, and Wanda watched it role miserably away. Natasha cleared her throat awkwardly and she could only imagine the looks that she was giving Steve. The pair seemed to be able to communicate most things through very specific glares. Right now, Wanda guessed Nat was giving him a look that said something along the lines of ‘shut up why are you bringing her ex into the conversation?’.

“Uhm,” Steve said slowly, “right yes, no international stuff so all in the US right now. That means we’re going to be moving around a little more frequently to keep out of any states with large security presences.”

“So for now,” Natasha continued on, “that means New Jersey, big things happening in California with old Chitauri tech so we’re staying as far away as possible.”

“We could help,” Wanda spoke up. “That stuff is right up our alley.”

“We can’t help if we’re imprisoned and I doubt they’ll let us out as easily a second time,” Sam pointed out and Steve nodded in agreement.

“I know you want to help,” Nat said putting an assuring hand on Wanda’s arm, “but the most we can do right now is stay far away. We’d be putting the others at risk by being there.”

The Others, code for those ex-teammates they didn’t like to mention despite the fact that they were all still on contact. Nat with Tony, Steve with T’Challa and well, up until a month ago, Wanda with Vision.

“Safe houses have been arranged for all of us, separately, so we don’t draw attention.”

Wanda sighed audibly, she hated the separate placements, hated the loneliness.

“It’ll only be for a few weeks,” Nat assured them as Steve handed out envelopes with their assigned houses, addresses, keys, the lot.

Standing up to get her things ready and make to leave the current safe house, Wanda was stopped by Natasha when she tried to leave the room.

“Wanda,” Nat said, her eyes concerned.

“I already know what you are going to say, and yes I am fine.”

“I don’t believe you though,” Nat said crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows.

“Well, it’s not really my job to convince you,” Wanda said making to sidestep her.

“I’ve seen how you’ve been for the last month, you’re going to burn out at this pace. It couldn’t hurt to slow down and actually think about what happened between you two.”

Wanda shook her head wordlessly.

“I know it’s difficult but there’s no way you can move on if you don’t address it.”

“What if I don’t want to move on?” Wanda asked, frustrated at herself for how easily her accent burst forth.

Nat looked at her sadly, but not with pity, Wanda knew that there was genuine worry behind that gaze. Still, it didn’t make her feel any less crappy. “Look, thinking about it, thinking about him still hurts so I’d just rather not talk about it.”

“You still don’t want me to pass your whereabouts onto him?”

Wanda shook her head and finally succeeded in getting past Nat and into the corridor, where she sped walked to her room and set about gathering her things before she could be coaxed into another ‘let’s all talk about our feelings’ session.

Admittedly there was a part of her that wished Natasha would pass on her location to Vision, even if it was only just to see whether he would actually show up. But Wanda had made Nat promise not to reveal where she was staying in the past month, at least not until Wanda was ready for that. Vision was an addiction she needed to kick, and constantly reminding herself of him or thinking about the chance of a reunion certainly wasn’t going to help.  

“Vision I need you on and concentrating ok? Not away with the fairies,” Tony Stark said from where he stood at the front of the board meeting table.

“Apologies, I am present and involved,” Vision said shaking his head slightly to clear his mind, a mannerism he had picked up recently.

“As I was saying, two days from now we’re heading over West to deal with the Chitauri tech that is now a burning pile of shit thanks to—”

Vision didn’t mean to zone out again, but it was so easy to take a backseat in such conversations when he had the assurance that his brain would keep track of anything important Tony said. Lately he had been wishing that his brain was human, or at the very least that it wouldn’t move so fast so that he might be able to get a bit of peace and quiet.

His thoughts were always on her, Vision just couldn’t help it. At home he was always scouring the internet, dreading the moment he might see her name pop up on news feeds as it had with Sam’s the previous week. When he was away for work there was always a small part of his brain filtering through local security cameras, half hopeful that he would catch a glimpse of her somewhere nearby. She was a constant distraction, and it was becoming one of the many things making him seriously doubt the decision he had made those long weeks earlier. Which was strange because that decision had been a logical, rational answer to their problem, it had been a preventative measure for heartbreak. So why was his heart still hurting?

It had been six months since the events in Germany had divided the team he had come to know as friends. The absence of those who had brought such life to the compound had been noticed immediately. But it was Wanda whose absence he struggled with most, both while she was imprisoned and after Captain Rogers had broken her out.

Vision had gotten by on snippets of information fed to him through Natasha, to Tony and then finally to him. He had a suspicion that Stark had known exactly what he was doing in given that information to him. Sometimes it was mentioning which city their old teammates had been in the previous week, other times it was switching off the old school radio in his office just in time for Vision to hear Natasha’s voice crackling from it. Eventually, Vision had gathered enough pieces of the puzzle that he was able to track which radio frequencies they had been using to communicate with each other. He’d listened long enough to discover where Wanda was going to be next and showed up unannounced, despite the danger, despite the bridges burnt between them and the different paths they were on. But Wanda had welcomed him into her arms without hesitation and it had become clear that their connection was still there, as strong as ever. One thing had led to another and before he knew it, he was making time to travel and see her every few weeks. She usually chose Europe, and he was happy to see the world, if it was with her.

Their last trip hadn’t gone so well. They’d nearly gotten caught because Vision had slipped up on his way out of their rental property one morning, forgetting to glamour himself and letting someone get a photo of him. It had been circulating the internet and local media before Vision could stop the spread. Thankfully, Tony had a press release ready to go for this exact situation and made it clear that Vision was acting strictly within the limits of the Accords. It could have gone a lot worse, but it had also made several things clear to him. Their argument after the incident had been bad, to say the least.

“Isn’t it better we stop now before it hurts us both?” Vision cried after half an hour spent arguing over who ought to leave the apartment first. The damage was done on his side so if Vision was seen again it wouldn’t matter, but if Wanda was seen in the same city, he could kiss his currently peaceful relationship with the UN goodbye. On the other hand, if anyone decided to look too closely at his whereabouts of the last few days, Wanda would be discovered, and he didn’t know what he would do. The idea of her getting caught and imprisoned again was sickening.

The argument had got them nowhere. Each was too concerned about the other. He wanted her to leave, regardless of the risk this posed to himself, meanwhile Wanda wanted him to leave before he got caught with her and a target was placed on his back as well.

In the end the decision had to be made.

“It already hurts,” she’d yelled back at him, her eyes telling Vision all he needed to know.

“I cannot keep putting you at risk like this.”

“I am not asking you to!” She’d turned her head skyward in frustration. “This is worth it for me. You don’t get to make this decision for both of us!”

“I am making this decision,” Vision said his voice thick with emotion, walking backwards to the door, “and I am deciding to leave, before neither of us can.”

He’d hovered at the door, coat in hand but she’d already turned away to look out the window, watching rain drizzle dismally outside.

“Then go.”

He’d checked hundreds of radio frequencies in the weeks since, but had never caught them again, figuring that the four must have changed communication tactics since. It didn’t stop him from using the burner number that Tony had given him to reach Natasha. He was sure his messages were getting through, but there was never a reply. He supposed he was not really owed anything considering he was the one who had walked out. It didn’t matter that he’d regretted his decision ever since. Wanda didn’t know that he’d missed two trains all because he couldn’t bring himself to take the next, more final step away from her and everything they had been together.

Back in reality Tony had come to the end of his debrief and had ended the call they’d been on with various other officials related to managing the presence of super-humans in the country.

“When are we leaving on Thursday?” Vision asked, a hopeless attempt at pretending he’d been listening properly.

“Iam leaving on Thursday afternoon; you are staying here.”

Vision was stumped. “Why?”

“Because you are in no state to be heading out on a potentially sensitive mission right now, you could barely pull yourself together for a meeting, Vision.”

Tony sighed with such disappointment that Vision regretted being so absent the last few weeks. He’d been sure to be there as much as he could after the team had disbanded, allowing Tony to delegate to him when needed. But this last month he’d let things slide more than he’d realised, Tony looked tired.

“I’d like to disagree with your decision,” Vision began, standing as Tony made to leave the room, “but I cannot help but think you’re right. If I could just have the weekend to reassess my priorities, I would be back to regular working capacity by Monday.”

“And I want to say I believe you,” Tony said leading the way back through the compound. “But you don’t have a good track record with this particular type of distraction.”

Vision hovered by the front door with his head hung in shame. He heard the beeping of Tony unlocking his car and the soft hiss of air as the door opened automatically.

“She’s in New Jersey this week.”

Vision paused on his closing of the front door.

“I thought you should know,” Tony said rubbing at his chin as he paused by the car, “Address is 22 Steel street, don’t get caught.”

Wanda hated how much America reminded her of Vision now. That was why she was thinking about him so much – it was definitely New Jersey’s fault. It was the proximity to the upstate Compound that had her thinking of him so often. It had to be.

They were done, Vision had made that so very clear the last time she had seen him. But it hadn’t stopped her staying another few days at the house they had rented together in some desperate attempt to come to terms with yet another person leaving her life. At least he was still out there, living a life just not with her.  

She pressed her palms into the kitchen bench and took a deep breath. She was halfway through washing up the dishes from the day, but she’d already slipped and broken one glass by accident and was on the verge of giving up. It was frustrating. Wanda could control other people’s minds with ease. She hadn’t had reason to in a while but that didn’t mean she couldn’t feel that dormant aspect of her power waiting to be used. So how come she couldn’t manage her own mind? Why was she grieving the loss of someone still alive?

Wanda knew that Steve and Nat had struggled to understand what she had with Vision, and it didn’t help that she herself struggled to put it into words. They hadn’t labelled themselves in the months since they started stealing moments together, it had all been to see if there was something more there. Something worth pursuing. And well, Wanda had thought they were on the same page but evidently, she’d been wrong. She just couldn’t bring herself to believe that those feelings weren’t real. Hope was a pain in the ass.  

And she supposed her alertness these past few days could be owed to him as well. Of course, there was the general haze of fear to consider, the fear that one of these days a SWAT team would arrive at her door to take her back to prison. But on the other side of that coin, she knew there was a fraction of her that was listening out for him. It was painful, knowing he was so close. It didn’t stop her listening out for him, for his soft footsteps, his steady breathing, for the comforting presence of him and the way their minds called out to each other. Even before they’d started meeting like this, he had always been the first one she looked for in a fight, the first person her eyes fell on when she walked in a room, the one person she always wanted to have in her corner.

She paused the absentminded drying of a plate and realised that the imagined footsteps outside weren’t in her head. There was most definitely someone walking up and down the creaky floorboards of the run-down townhouse she’d been assigned to for the two weeks. She’d picked the floorboards out as her first warning if any unwanted guests stopped by the property, probably followed by the breaking of the two locks in the front door.

The closer she listened the more she could hear weight shifting and creaking wood.

Wanda crept through the still unfamiliar house, out of the kitchen and down the dim hallway to the door. As she approached the pacing paused and she distinctly heard a fist rapping on the wooden door three times.

She rose on her toes to peer through the peep hole. A familiar figure was standing on the porch with a head of neat, sandy hair and a carefully pressed blue shirt. Her hand flew to her mouth to hide the exclamation of surprise threatening to come forth. She dropped her hand quickly and stepped back, subconsciously reaching out and letting her magic unlock the door, sending it swinging open.

Wanda didn’t really know what to say as Vision turned around at the sound of the door creaking open. She simply stood there looking at him, fearful that she was imagining things and that he wasn’t really here. She tilted her head in question.

“Mr Stark told me you were here,” Vision said quietly, glancing over his shoulder as though worried someone might be watching them, but the street at his back was deserted. “I’m sorry for just showing up out of the blue.”

Wanda folded her arms, wrapping her cardigan further around herself against the night chill from outside. A deeper cold was spreading through her at the unnatural tension between them, even as she fought the urge to step forward and embrace him. “And why are you here?” She asked instead.

“I made a mistake, and I’d like to fix it.”

“How?”

“I’d like to start by talking, if you wouldn’t mind me coming in?”

Wanda bit her lip hesitantly but knew she couldn’t keep him waiting out on the doorstep. She stepped to the side and nodded for him to come in.

Wanda led him to the kitchen and settled herself opposite the table, so she could lean with the comforting pressure of the kitchen bench at her back.

She watched his eyes flicker about as he entered the space, taking in the washing in the sink, the bread open on the counter and the remains of her supper littered here and there. She suddenly wished she’d finished cleaning quicker. Wanda saw a lot in his gaze, knowing from months of meeting up as a fugitive that he was concerned about how well she was eating on the run. His gaze turned to her next, taking in her clothes, her face, the distinct bags under her eyes and Wanda couldn’t help but soften her stance, unfolding her arms but maintaining the distance she needed.

Vision had dropped his human glamour as soon as he entered the house and she watched as he now stood before her, hardly believing it was real.  

“I will not attempt to make excuses, I owe you more than that,” Vision said after a beat seemingly to collect himself. She was unnerved by his unwavering eye contact but met him head on.

“I was wrong. I thought that putting space between us was the right thing to do but I regretted that as soon as I left you standing there. I have regretted it every day since. I know that I was afraid, afraid of what we might become if I didn’t stop things where they were.” He paused for breath. “It wasn’t until I sat on the train that I realised the idea of living a life without you hurt more than I could bear. Perhaps that makes me selfish, wanting to keep meeting up and putting you at risk. But it is the truth. And if I could change things, if I could go back, I would behave differently.”

Wanda felt her breath loose out over her lips, a quiet sigh of relief.

“I would have told you all this the day after I left if I knew how I might reach you. I’m sorry.”

Wanda swallowed, taking a breath to think about what he had said. There was little to think about, she had forgiven Vision the moment she realised it was him standing on her porch. Learning now that he had tried to reach out for her in the past few weeks, something she hadn’t dared hope, and that she had stubbornly not let him in hurt more than she’d expected it to. They’d both made mistakes.

“As much as I hated being left like that, I understand why you did,” Wanda said earnestly.

“I was a fool,” Vision said shaking his head shamefully.

“That makes two of us.” Wanda smiled softly at him.

“I never could have stayed away,” he admitted, gesturing restlessly with his hands.

“I should have let you in sooner.”

Vision wasn’t often hesitant, but he paused before his next words. “Can you forgive me?” He stepped forward as he spoke.

This movement was all the invitation Wanda needed and she pulled away from the bench as he drew closer. They met each other in the middle, his arms coming around her waist, her hands sliding over his shoulders in a hug. They swayed for a moment, relishing the closeness.

“Forgiven,” she murmured to him, though she was sure the hug said it clearer. “No going back,” she added, considering making a joke about cold feet.

“I can’t help but think this was inevitable,” he said quietly from where his chin was pressed to her shoulder, his breath ruffling her hair. “That no matter the bridges we burnt, or how our paths changed, you were always going to be my future.” She hugged him tighter.

“But we need rules from now on,” Wanda said drawing back a little so she could see his face clearly, “like not getting photographed by tourists.”

“I will never live that down, will I?” Vision groaned but smiled nonetheless.

“Never,” she whispered, scrunching her nose at him affectionately, then growing more serious, “please don’t leave me again.”

“Never,” he promised pressing his forehead to hers in understanding.

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Nachi's Log on Making Webcomics, part 1

People say "Write your stories! Draw your dream comic! Just start your own project!" But we all know shit is fucking hard to do.

As someone whose job deals a lot with managing projects daily, I find their train of thoughts extremely interesting. That is, the hows, the whys of people arriving to certain decision and stuff--on whether to start a project, or to continue doing a project in certain shape, or at one point finally stop pursuing it.

Based on that, I decided to record my own 'train of thought' on making my own passion project, a webcomic, in a somewhat readable format for myself in the future. She'll most likely wonder why the hell the 2021 me took this particular direction of writings.

But, if you, dear reader, think this record is interesting, by all means read this too! A quick disclaimer, though:

This is not intended to be a how-to.

This also does not talk about commercial projects.

The summary of this log, would be...

To my future self reading this log: at this point of time, I finally, finally been able to start the webcomic I have wanted to write since years ago thanks to these deceptively dumb things...

I stopped trying to write shit I don't enjoy learning more of

I found this previously-hidden, surprisingly huge urge to bully my own OCs

I learned some shortcuts that don't make my exert too much effort, so i dont feel like crap if my drawing turned crap [On a separate post, TBA]

Oh yeah, also to my future self? This is gonna be a long read.

As a context, a few days ago I finally uploaded the first page of my comic, a comedy story about a girl thrown headfirst to people with their Indonesian folklore-inspired superpowers--aptly named What The Folk. I took inspiration from traditional folklores like Timun Mas, a girl that killed a man-eating giant by throwing some stuff. I like these kind of things.

This story did not start this way six years ago though. It certainly was Not titled WTF when I was like "oh shit... what if.. girls... but folklore powers" for the first time.

It started with totally self indulgent me drawing the Timun Mas as a cute girl with a fucking gun, eight years ago. For reasons.

Oh, if you haven't noticed, the aesthetic was also very .. Indonesian, by the costumes of the characters. A plural, now, because I wanted to adapt what's basically Timun Mas folklore to action-packed comic.

Extremely cool in premise. Anyway, for some reason, 2016-me onwards decided, nah, I'm not writing a cool battle-inspired folklore story. I'm gonna write a gag comic in modern Indonesian setting, and while they fight shit with cool-looking folklore inspired powers, the focus is more on the stupid shit they did to fight enemies.

Stop stop stop right there. Wait, what? It goes from serious battle story to a gag action? What fuels this sudden tonal and aesthetic shift?!

Here's a further detail on my decision.

1. I stopped trying to write shit I don't enjoy learning more of

Okay. Battle stories usually feature badass fights, of course it's the part of the story!! You know, like shonen manga.

It took me like four years of trying and failing to draw what i have on my mind, to acknowledge that, crap, I don't actually enjoy making stories about people punching the lights out of others. I don't actually enjoy learning how to make my fights cooler than ever. I don't feel happy when I have to choreograph fights. I like Jojo's Bizarre Adventure not for the lightning barrage of punches, for goodness sake, but the sheer ridiculous-genius of the asspulls on the fight!

With some reflections, maybe the thing that made me really hard to acknowledge this was the attachment to the idea. Because I was "the first person who thought of this idea, so only I can draw it". While there's nothing wrong with attachments, it is a problem if I myself don't even like writing this idea I'm attached with.

So, what do I like, then?

Parodies. Comedies. I find immense joy if I can find the perfect punchline from what is considered 'Canon'. (Also I won't let anyone say comedies are inferior than battle stories. Those two require different skillsets.)

Campus environment. College was one of the most interesting years of my life to date, and I want to share the little tidbits like me eating campus' street food. Really mundane, but it's where my heart is.

Part time job shenaningans. My days as non-permanent worker is just too eventful not to adapt to my OCs.

When I decided to scrap absolutely Everything beside the folklore powers and the basic trait of said characters, then start adding ultra self indulgent things, writing becomes so. Much. Easier.

When I go with this strategic decision, I was plagued with doubts, though:

Others might be using this idea then! Not you! And so what? There are no two same thoughts in this world. If one coffee shop AU with one pairing can evolve to various takes on this idea from multiple authors, why not this particular idea, too? No one can write what you can write. Nachi, you need to take pride of your own flow of thoughts and strengths.

Won't they look cooler with traditional Indonesian inspired aesthetic instead of modern place? It might look cool on concept, but you don't like drawing it. Also, it will look insincere. Drop it.

What about the scrapped ideas? Fuck sunk costs. I compiled them on a separate masterpost I can look back if I'm stuck in the future. But that's for the future, I'm not dealing with that now. Bye, bitches. You made me stuck in a limbo.

This decision to start anew goes hand-in-hand with the 2nd point, the newfound desire to.....

2. I found this previously-hidden, surprisingly huge urge to bully my own OCs

Because I was too focused on getting the events and battle panels right while felt agonized, I didn't even care that much about the characters!!! And when I go to the much enjoyable road of comedy, this requires me to actually think about the characters. My OCs.

They are a delightful mess. I love them. I want to put them to frankly frustrating or confusing situations for the funsies.

I start thinking more of their dynamics. Wrote their background and stuff. Wrote their favourite genre to sing karaoke of, I swear it's fucking fun. Why wasn't I doing this sooner? Oh yeah, the attachment to initial ideas. I swear....

This newfound direction and motivation of my webcomic is further moderated by a very, very determining factor. The technical stuff involved in drawing the stories. The making of actual comic, beyond the storyboard.

As I will talk a lot LOT more, I decided to continue this particular topic on a separate post.

Ending Ment for Part 1

Looking back, I felt happy I finally are able to overcome the stupid roadblock. It can come sooner, yeah, but I don't really regret how it come after years of agony. Funnily.

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The Truths Found On Petram Viridios IV (1/?)

What started out as an idea for a short one shot grew into a multichap that I'm almost done editing. I think 🤔 it'll be either 4 or 5 chapters long depending on how long each chapter will be after I'm done editing. Anyway, I hope you guys will enjoy.

In this fic you learn how easily things can change, but how it effects you isn't always a bad thing.

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Chapter 1: The Phenomenon

There was little difference to what was happening around you at the moment. There were no little green men, or yellow submarines, neither were there tangelos, or bags of golden rings, but there was a blue-haired man with plenty of dreams. Still, life was swell; summer was around the corner, and you were reading in the garage just to be near Zeta-7; he was working on his latest piece of tech, and you were distracted by his charming quirks and ticks. If you hadn't known any better, you'd say it was business as usual. Yet, it was because you had been acquainted with Rick that the previous blindspots of your world were made known to you; conscious of the rare events which were going to take place in another quadrant of space.

A phenomenon was going to occur; one which would not happen again for another 1000 years; the blooming of the Milleannos flower. Legends say that those who touch its pollen might live forever, and those who smell its perfume might be cured of all that ails them, but those claims were supposedly unsubstantiated. There was to be a gala to celebrate the occasion; all in attendance were respectable, distinguished guests and because of Rick, you were also invited, but there were rules; strict guidelines which were to be obeyed unless you wished to throw away your life. And although you weren't happy about them, you were willing to abide by them for Rick's sake. However, there were a few things you didn't understand. "Rick, why won't we be allowed to dance together?"

His hands paused their activity, and his body sagged a little; dreading the reminder not because he's informed you already, but because it pained him to remind himself that he couldn't spend a once in a lifetime occasion with you. "B-because according to the laws of Petram Viridios IV, you are assigned a um - a party companion which is determined according to the alignment of your spine, carbon dioxide levels, as well as daily water intake. And due to the variety of guests, everyone must stand at least six feet apart to avoid air poisoning. However, if given an a-air helmet in order to assist with breathing, then I believe that the last rule isn't as severe. It's - there is a-a lot to remember."

Currently, he was piecing together the circuits and connecting the wires which would power his reflective shield. It was going to be worn under his dress shirt and would be undetectable under their scanners; as a precaution of course. "Ricky, you know I barely drink water." You weren't a fan of water, but you enjoyed flavored beverages and if you did drink water, it was always carbonated first. "I mean, I can get past the distance thing, but what am I supposed to do if I'm assigned to someone I don't like, and have to spend hours being bored and jealous that you're next to gorgeous, realistic fembots from Westworld?"

Unlike you, Zeta-7 drank so much water, you wondered how he wasn't rushing to the bathroom every five minutes. The only other people who drank that much water were beauty gurus who wanted to keep their skin in tip-top shape; you could really try harder if you wanted to. Good naturedly, he answered. "Gosh, y-you don't have to worry about that. I know a fembot when I-I see one."

You raised a brow at this, but seeing as he meant it literally, you listened on. "No s-siree, I won't be assigned a party companion because I'm going t-t-to be assisting the king in protecting their sacred relic."

How Rick became designated to assist with such a task was beyond you, but there seemed to be a glimmer of slight pride in the fact that he'd be so lucky and privileged as to be near the legendary flower, as well as to the beings who revered it. He was determined to find out the truth behind its properties, and if his hypothesis proved true, then he had a plan. You enjoyed when he was diverted with schemes; not the kind which was evil in nature, but the ones which could end happily or inconclusively. Anyway, you two were discussing how to go about it all.

The discussion had gaps of pause where he'd need to concentrate on bits of wiring that needed to be soldered or bent. Without distraction, you were more aware that it was humid, especially with the garage door being fully open for proper ventilation; bits of your hair stuck to your face and to the back of your neck despite how you'd try to tie it. As annoying as it was, it did have its draw; every so often, you'd catch Rick staring and you'd feel a thrill for it could be a year or ten years, but his shy tendencies would never stop being endearing; why he felt the need to reign himself when you were cool with him checking you out was something you hoped he'd someday become more comfortable with, but for now you'd simply giggle and wink at him to let him know you knew. He did his best to focus on the task at hand, but it wasn't going as well as he had hoped for it happened more than once that you'd have to hand him a tool he was blindly reaching out for. "You wouldn't happen to know who my party companion is," you inquired, as you were tying your hair up for the umpteenth time. "do you? And if you do, can't you change them?"

Giving you that look which always preceded his speeches of why he couldn't do that random illegal thing, he explained with kindly patience. "I could change th-the records, and assign you to someone I know, but that wouldn't be legal."

"I know."

"However," he brightened as he paused his work to face you fully. "I do have a copy of the guest list. Give me a-a moment to pull it up on my computer. Hmm," he wondered more to himself then out loud. "that's odd."

"What is it?"

Drumming his fingertips on his workbench, he double-checked his calculations, then went over and wrote it all out on a chalkboard to be sure. Tapping the freshly used chalk tip to his chin in thought, leaving a little powder on his face, he nodded when it seemed satisfactory. "According to um - to my calculations, it's possible that it's either the Salamandrian chemist, V'gha Khadaka or the Chordatan Knight, Noathamas."

"Is there a correlation between the two?"

"Other than their similar water intake levels, they both enjoy their privacy. However, I'm a-a little stumped as to how it might be possible to be assigned to them both. None of your occupations are similar, neither is there a species similarity, but I'm sure I'll figure it out before the event."

Great, just great. That sort of information wasn't all that helpful, but you pressed a kiss to his cheek to ease the worry which he had been hiding. You wondered if it was too late to back out, but for the most part you were determined to be there for him, even if it meant odd company. "Alright. Um… is there something I should keep in mind before I go dress shopping?"

A quick glance at your current outfit made him smile. You were wearing an old band tee and jeans with so many patches, that they were more patch then jean. "I-I don't think so. Almost anything is fine. Though, y-you might want to avoid plant-based materials in favor of synthetics just in case."

"Okay, I think I can do that, but don't be surprised if I look like I just walked out of a 1980s prom. I'll have you know that being slightly flammable is a dream of mine."

He chuckled at that and patted your shoulder. "Hohoho, I'm sure it'll be fine. You - you always look pretty in whatever you wear."

"If you mean that I'll be so fine, that I'll light up the room with my razzle-dazzle, then you better watch out. You never know who'll be charmed without my knowing."

Now, there had been little to no weight to your phrasing just now, but he felt differently. Giving your shoulders a squeeze, there was a distant, far off look in his eyes that you could only recall from specific occasions. It was a mix of longing, sadness, and regret, but you couldn't pin it on what exactly. It was as though he were trying to convey by sight that there was something he ought to do, that he ought to say, but as quickly as it had appeared, it left and was replaced by acceptance. He pulled away and returned to his previous task while you used a spare computer to begin the search for the perfect dress. He said it'll be fine, and you certainly hoped so.

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Adjustments in gravity made you feel as though you could jump in and out of craters as though you were wearing moon shoes; that is until you stepped onto a ship or station, then you felt as though you had fifty pounds tied to each foot. You were grateful for the terrain stabilizers that Rick placed in your flats a few adventures ago, otherwise, you would've already been worn out.

You two arrived a few minutes apart by way of the designated ship which held a variety of guests. To explain, the ship itself was a marvel and a work of beauty as far as intergalactic travel was concerned; its mechanical parts were held together by a compound whose main ingredient was a type of scarlet amber. Piece by piece, it had been crafted by a mixture of living matter and tech so advanced, that it'd have taken 300 years of Earth-based studies to understand a fraction of how one of its panels could work; probably sooner for someone like Rick.

Your eyes trailed the conduits as you were led through hallways that seemed to spiral and spill into larger hallways with varying temperatures and design and you wondered how it was those conduits crossed over and branched off like veins, but you had no time to find out and didn't feel privileged enough to ask as you were led into a cabin. Multiple voices hushed, but resumed to their usual loudness once you had settled into what appeared to be a loveseat with the coloring and texture of a pumpkin; it was your assigned seating, but it was not as soft as you would have liked.

It wouldn't be till later that you'd find out that Rick had traveled in a cabin on level 4 while you had been on level 2. In your cabin was a being composed of pure energy, with a name not spelled in letters but in frequencies, who was one of the musicians. A few feet away, was V'gha Khaḍaka; he was tall, sure-looking, had smooth, striped skin which glistened, and a tail strong enough to break someone's spine in a blink; the good thing was that he hadn't been trained in combat, but was simply a scientist who enjoyed the pursuit of knowledge. And a few feet away from the Salamandrian chemist was the knight Noathamas; he stood at half your height, but his chest was puffed out in such a way that made him appear larger, while his round amber eyes and curly whiskers gave him a soft, cuddly appearance; you had been warned by Rick that his appearance did not reveal much about his character and to watch out for him.

It was uncommon but not unheard of to be assigned multiple party companies as you had been; you were matched up to both V'gha and Noathamas due to your odd chemical makeup. Who would've thought that drinking a La Croix before leaving home would confuse their scanners? Goodness, you were grateful that it was a quick trip, and when it was time to depart the ship, you were escorted by two guards before you were given a helmet; it was nearly invisible except for its indicator light which was shaped like a flower, and it blended in with your dress; a colorful sequin cocktail dress you found on eBay. Not far from you were both your companions, who gave off the impression that they were your entourage rather than dates for the night. You saw Rick from a distance, and you knew he was trying to play it cool, but his eyes were sparkling with affection, although he knew he was supposed to suppress it due to the strict traditions imposed by the royal family; he looked away as he was escorted by six guards, but part of you wished that he hadn't.

You took a deep breath to calm your giddiness; this wasn't the time to allow your emotions to carry you away and affect the mission which was to get through the evening. V'gha could pick up on your subtle changes in body language, and thanks to a universal translator in your helmet, you could understand him. "From what I understand," he commented with a surprisingly smooth, velvety voice. "he's the smartest man in the universe. Is that true?"

"Maybe," you replied nonchalantly, "but he's more than just a brain. I heard he's a great lover. Not really my type," you lied because Zeta-7 suggested that you keep the details of your relationship with him a secret; again for safety, but you thought boasting up his reputation wouldn't hurt. "though, to each his own."

"Do you know him personally?"

When questions like this were thrown at you, it made you wonder about the curious people who meant it to sound nice, but in actuality wanted to test the waters as to how much can they ask so soon. Glancing at your nails, you feigned disinterest. "I'm not sure if I'm allowed to give out that type of information."

"You two are the only humans here." he stated matter of factly. There were humanoid beings but he was right. "It doesn't take rocket science to figure that much out."

"How would you know," you retorted with an air of certainty. "you're not a rocket scientist."

"You're right, I'm not. However, I do dabble into it from time to time. I'm sure he does too. I can smell the exhaust from here."

Hmm, perhaps this event was going to be more interesting than you thought. You shared a look of understanding with the chemist, and thought that perhaps you wouldn't need to be so wary of him; his charisma gave him a charm you hadn't yet decided if it was welcomed or should be ignored; whether his earlier comment was out of egotism or curiosity. And before you could make a comeback, Noathamas commented. "Shall we find our assigned seating and continue from there?"

"Sounds fine. Why don't you two walk ahead," you suggested with a coolness you didn't know you had. "I'll be sure to follow."

When you were sure that they were far enough, you took out your miniature glass terrarium necklace, which held a shrunken sunflower that had an iridescent shimmer on its petals; the one Rick had given you after a memorable date; it was made to remind you of how he saw you and you were very glad it had gone undetected under the scanners you passed through. And in your mind's eye you could still see the glimmer and shine of his electric blue eyes as he had taken in your appearance this afternoon before you two departed Earth; oh how he had wanted to kiss you and hug you but had refrained from doing so in order to double-check if he had all his supplies. His compliments had been many as he drove into the inky blackness of space, but when he parked at the station which was at the midway point, and you two lined up to board the ship which took you to this strange world, his face became neutral; his job made him good at that. You kissed your lovely necklace, replaced it so that it laid underneath your dress collar, and your heart called out to him in the void which was Petram Viridios IV; hoping you wouldn't have to go the through the evening without seeing your beloved again before you made yourself appear neutral and made sure to stay at least six feet apart from everyone in your midst.

Tbc

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VioletGanache42's Orlando Vacation - Part 1: Monday, January 13th

Kicking off this mini vacation documentary is the first official day in Florida. As you may recall, I went on a hiatus at around 7 PM because my mom, my younger brother, and I all had a 9:30 PM flight to catch. Upon arriving in Orlando, it was after midnight, so the very first thing we did after getting our luggage was heading to our hotel at Walt Disney World.

When it comes to traveling, we always stay at hotels, but this time was different. The place we stayed at during the first half of our vacation was Disney's All-Star Resort; we never went to a resort before, so this was a nice change of pace. From what we saw, there are three All-Stars Resorts: sports, movies, and music. Out of the three, this is one of the two hotels Mom booked.

Pretty cool, huh?

Unlike most hotels, each All-Star Resort has a building with a hotel desk for checking in/out and a gift shop along with multiple buildings filled with hotel rooms. For example, in All-Star Music, the hotel buildings are divided up based on different genres of music; the resort also had other amenities like the guitar-shaped pool and the Intermission Food Court, but we never got the chance to check them out because of the plans we had. I still wish we went to the pool earlier in the week because Mom and I were surprised that it had a fountain of the Three Caballeros. Oh, well. At least we had fun at the pool in the other hotel, which I'll elaborate in a future post.

After some much needed sleep, all of Monday was mostly spent exploring the shopping areas outside of the parks, including the Orlando Vineland Premium Outlets and the Mall at Millennia. It was mostly just browsing through what stores piqued our interests with the occasional spending. Nothing too major. Near the outlets was a separate Cheesecake Factory, which threw me for a loop a little because all the Cheesecake Factories I've seen were always integrated into malls; nevertheless, we still had a great lunch. (Let me tell you, they really know how to make scrambled eggs because they were delicious.) There was also a Krispy Kreme not too far from the mall and Mom just had to buy some donuts for us to snack on. lol

As fun as it was spending time in those shopping areas, the highlight of the day had to go to Disney Springs at Lake Buena Vista. And let me say this: there is so much to do there. When you're surrounded by dozens of stores, restaurants, and even entertainment, there is never a dull moment. I was left feeling so energized by everything taking place!

The first thing Mom, my younger brother, and I did upon entering the complex? Checking out World of Disney, the largest Disney store ever. All the other Disney stores we've been to literally pale in comparison to what they have in there.

When you go inside, you can see right away that there are so many sections based on specific Disney properties. Selected Pixar movies, Marvel, Star Wars (including The Mandalorian), you name it. A few walls we've seen were also adorned with a handful of animation cels from past Disney movies. Speaking of which, the counters where the registers are located have sketched drawings of various characters from those movies and there were a specific few that I had to get a photo of.

(I apologize in regards to my shadow and the lighting from the store blocking part of the drawing, but come on! It's the Three Caballeros!)

Next stop in Disney Springs was heading to dinner and where did we go? The Boathouse Boatique since we had reservations made and HOLY SHIT! It quickly became my all-time favorite seafood restaurant, with Legal Sea Food coming in at a close second! I don't know where to begin! The way they cooked the rolls were so scrumptious, ranging from the fluffy texture to the melted butter drizzled at the top. Easily some of the best restaurant rolls I ever had. And how could I forget to mention the way they cooked our meals? I ordered the fried clams and it immediately made me discover a new place to get fried clams, the other place being the Big Y near our home. The cherry on top to our dinner had to go to the fireworks going off at Magic Kingdom, which signaled the park closing for the day; because we were sitting outside of the restaurant for our meals, we got a nice view of the fireworks display. Because of how amazing our dinner was, there are times throughout the vacation where we commented about going back there again. And that is no joke; I definitely wouldn't mind having lunch or dinner again at the Boathouse Boatique some time.

The rest of the night was spent walking around Disney Springs to see what it had to offer… and I wasn't kidding about what I said on how there's always something to do. At night, some people would dance to live music that are playing. On top of that, some of the shops we poked in include a LEGO store, a Coca-Cola store, a recently opened Ron Jon's Surf Shop, Disney's Days of Christmas, an UGG store, Uniqlo, Vera Bradley, and Star Wars Galactic Outpost. There was also a fashion store called DisneyStyle and we all went in there because of what we saw in the window: this adorable Scrooge McDuck bag!

Now, I will say this: throughout our time in Walt Disney World, every store we went to did not have any DuckTales (2017) merch, but some of them did have merch from the original 1987 cartoon and that honestly was still enough to make me super happy. No joke; seeing them made me feel like I was going to have a joy overload. I definitely thank the reboot for giving me an interest in the Duckverse as a whole.

On that note, in front of the same window where we saw the bag was definitely a collection of DT87 merch; some of the merch I spotted were an assortment of T-shirts (the ones I definitely remember included one with Launchpad, another with Scrooge, and another with Huey, Dewey, and Louie), a tanktop having the same pattern as Scrooge's swimsuit, and a wallet or wristlet with the triplets on it. Out of all the merch I saw, I decided to buy this T-shirt below.

Can you imagine how overjoyed I was at the fact that I bought my first piece of DuckTales merch? Well, it certainly wouldn't be the last, which is something I'll tell you more about later on. In the meantime, I will mention that I was thinking about wearing this shirt during our time in Magic Kingdom, something Mom agreed with me on. (Seeing the T-shirt on the hanger also had us singing part of the theme song, so that was loads of fun. 😁)

Speaking of Magic Kingdom, I think this is where I'll end the first part on. I mean, I pretty much covered last Monday's events thoroughly and I was eager to share some of the best memories made on that day. Of course, like I just mentioned, this is only a chunk of those memories and there will plenty more where that came from. Stay tuned for the next part! (I'm planning to post each part daily, but who honestly knows?)

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