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enderspawn · 1 year
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something something podcast. can anyone hear me.
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sins-of-the-sea · 5 months
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"Uh..... do you need help there, love?"
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Abena barely wriggles through her massive pile of Dunsparce. "Do not disturb me or my children ever again!!"
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"Didn't you say something akin to this the last time something like this happened?"
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"My statement with my boatload of Woopers still stands."
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alithographica · 11 months
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As promised, welcome to
Fun biology in TOTK’s designs
I'll keep this post updated as I go through the game. I'm going to skip the more general identifiable things like apples (they're based on apples!) because there are tons of more unusual species to talk about.
Overall, the really interesting thing I've noticed is that many of the more unique Earth-based lifeforms in TOTK are super ancient, like predating dinosaurs ancient, which is a really cool tie-in to the overall time-hopping plotline of TOTK. Specifically, they're found in the new areas (caves, depths) while the surface remains a bit more normal.
(There will be no plot spoilers in this post, and also I've barely gotten into the plot because I'm spending all my time wandering, so shhh no spoilers in the tags for like a month please.)
Most recent additions: More lilies, irises, wild ginger, spiny bones, pigeon extravaganza, plus added some more real photo comparisons to old stuff.
PLANTS
Bryophytes my beloved. Bryophytes are among the earliest land plants, waaaay predating flowers and even seeds. In our world, they’re small by necessity—they lack vascular systems to help move water around like other plants, so they have to stay small and moist (hence their frequency in caves in TOTK—though they do need some light in real life.)
In TOTK they’re quite large and I think that’s very sexy and art directors should give us big bryophytes more often
Anyway, there are three types of bryophytes: mosses, liverworts, and hornworts. First image pair is a moss, second is a liverwort. Those red-brown and palm-tree-like structures, respectively, are their reproductive structures.
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Real liverwort photo © Graham Calow, NatureSpotUK
Not yet spotted: Hornworts! Did they forget the third bryophyte sister :(
I think these next guys are probably lycopods (specifically club moss, which is not a true bryophyte moss, thanks science.) Very old, but vascular, so they're a bit more evolutionarily recent than bryophytes.
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Real photo © Gloria Hanley Schoenholtz, virginiawildflowers
All the enormous curly-topped trees in the depths: Ferns! They curl like that until they unfurl. Another very old plant, though younger than bryophytes and lycopods.
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Real photo via The Cosmonaut, Wikipedia
Brightblooms and some of the other giant plants in the depths: Possibly based on a cycad? Again, a very ancient plant lineage. At this point, evolutionarily, they've developed seeds—that giant cone in the center is called a strobilus, and that's the seed structure.
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These next few plants are angiosperms, meaning they produce flowers. Angiosperms are a more recent evolutionary lineage—still many millions of years old, but it took a while to develop flowers as a reproductive tactic.
Sundelions (left) are a fun recolor of a lily. There are also some scenery lilies (right) in various places—there are yellow ones that spring up when you turn on a lightroot (which gives them literal and thematic connection to the surface) and several other varieties, including tiger lilies, throughout Hyrule. Fun note, the sundelions appear to only have 5 stamen, while other lilies in the game (correctly) have 6. Seems to be an intentional decision to make it a more distinct fantasy species.
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These next ones are Peruvian lilies/Alstroemeria, just used as a scenery plant but a very fun inclusion. Fun fact, not true lilies, so they're not deadly to cats like true lilies are.
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Real photo © Dick Culbert, Wikipedia
Plum trees: These are also called out as plum trees in game! There's a journal in Kakariko that refers to the plum orchards.
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Okay I'm a little proud of figuring this one out. Bomb flowers blend a few botanical references. Superficially, the fruit resembles a type of seed pod called a capsule—specifically it's very similar to a poppy capsule. The little red thing in the center is a nice addition to resemble both a flower stigma (reproductive part that leads to the ovary) and a bomb fuse. Now, poppy capsules disperse their seeds via wind, but there are other plants who do explode their seeds outwards as a dispersal tactic! This is called explosive dehiscence.
There is one tree in particular called the sandbox tree, AKA monkey-no-climb or dynamite tree (yes, really.) Their capsules look more like little pumpkins, but are known for violently exploding when ripe—they can launch seeds at 150 miles per hour (250 km/h) and spread them roughly 200 feet (60 m) away. The photo comparison is a poppy capsule but you should def go look up dynamite tree videos.
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Real photo © PommeGrenade, pixabay
Fire fruits (and the other elemental fruits) grow on the same generic plant that looks kind of like it has grape leaves. Fire fruits resemble a specific botanical thing too though—the black netting is a papery calyx (part of the flower) seen in a nightshade genus, Physalis (golden berries, tomatillos, etc.)
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Real photo © Helene Rogers, Alamy
I think this stuff is an Asarum, AKA wild ginger. I was actually puzzling over it until I walked past some today and went HEY
Not sure of the exact species but they're very green and heart-shaped and love being dense and low to the ground.
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Real photo via David Stang, Wikipedia
Irises: Love irises, one of my favorite flowers and words, very happy to see them in game.
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MISCELLANEA
Cup lichen! Lichen is not a plant, but a symbiotic structure of an algae + a fungi. Cup lichen is just a type of lichen formation that has a kind of vertical cup-like structure.
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Real photo via Bernard Spragg
Geology crossover! Go look carefully at some of the whiter walls in the depths—they look like they have fossils of coral and other undersea hard-structured animals in them.
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ANIMALS
Sticky lizards: Based on Diplocaulus, a very early (now extinct) amphibian! Their skulls are wacky. We're not sure whether the long sides stood out separately or were smoothly connected to the body by skin flaps, but the separate arrow-like shape is the most popular rendition.
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Deep firefly: Might be a stretch because it could just be a multi-winged fantasy critter, but I think the "wings" and antennae are very reminiscent of Anomalocaris, an ancient aquatic arthropod.
Update: Other folks in the notes/tags have pointed out that they're probably based on a cryptid that's especially popular in Japan: skyfish AKA rods! They show up in photos and people think they're an alien lifeform. In reality, they're an optical blur created when a lower quality video captures intermittent flaps of an insect's wings, leaving sort of a many-winged smear in the photo. Thanks to all who left info!
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Little frox: Another stretch because it totally could just be a Hinox-like frog, but every time I see the little ones I can't help but think of like...Ichthyostega, Mastodonsaurus, Eryops, and other early amphibians. They were pretty hefty—little frox size or bigger—and had with little waddling legs. This is less "I think it's definitely this" and more "it makes me happy when I picture frox as primitive amphibians."
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I haven't detailed many of the scenery animals around Hyrule because most are identifiable with the camera function—it'll tell you that a certain animal is a heron or porgy, for example, and those groups are real, even though the exact species is made up. But I think the pigeons are fun because they're all crested pigeons. Pink-necked green pigeons may have also been the inspiration for the color palettes on the wood and rainbow pigeons.
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Both pigeon photos via JJ Harrison, Wikipedia
Spiny bones: Not a specific critter, but those spiny bones that you can find lying around Eldin Canyon are vertebrae—possibly from the same thing that left those big rib cages around? The top spike is the spinous process where muscles attach, the littler spikes on the side are the transverse and articular processes. The dark O in the center is the spinal cord.
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Also I made a friend who finally recognizes my purpose in Hyrule.
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That's all I've got for now! Will add more as I keep playing.
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planet-marz1 · 5 months
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Our Little Sheep
Summary: You and Joel celebrate christmas with your many children Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader Word Count: ~4.1k
Tags/Warnings:18+MDNI no use of y/n, implied age gap(not specified), reader is able to get pregnant, jackson!joel, peepaw!joel(really peepaw), mentions of pregnancy, brief mentions of childbirth (nothing graphic), brief mentions of breastfeeding (again, nothing graphic) Lots of fluff & cuteness, Joel being a cute girl dad™, this seems like it should be a crackfic, but I promise It's so wholesome
A/N: Ok so this fic idea was born out of my cold medicine induced haze, so bear with me here guys. It's just a silly little fic, not meant to be taken seriously at all, and It's the most fun I've had writing in a bit, so I hope you enjoy reading! Just a little clarity here, the kids' ages range from 0 to 9. I know it gets all confusing here, so I am welcome to provide any further clarity if anyone needs it! A huge thank you to @catchallfangirl for helping with the naming of all of these gremlins & with the constant encouragement ❤️ Thank you to @fhatbhabie for beta reading!
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You open your eyes slightly, squinting them. Joel sleeps peacefully next to you, his breaths even and steady. Burrowing yourself further under the blankets, you scoot closer to him, your head on his chest and intertwining your legs with his. You run your fingers through the curls of his now, fully gray hair.
Slight whines start to fill the room, and you lift your head up and glance over your shoulder to peek into the bassinet next to your side of the bed. Joel had been up with the baby all night after you two had finished wrapping up the gifts for the other kids. So, you groggily sit up in bed, reaching over to pick up the tiny little infant.
“Shhh, It’s alright, little one.” You whisper quietly, trying to calm him. After a few attempts to shush him, it’s still not working. He’s probably hungry, you figure. Lifting your shirt, you help him latch onto your breast, and he finally calms. You sigh quietly with relief. It’s all a part of the process, you try to remind yourself. Little baby Joelseph had only been born a few weeks ago. No, his name isn’t actually Joelseph. Simply a nickname given to him by his many older sisters when you had been pregnant with him. It started as a cute joke, but sure enough he came into the world, and no one was able to call him by his proper name. Named after his father, but considering the chaos of your family, the nickname is simply just another thing that you don’t bother to fight to keep the peace in the house.
The early hours of the morning are usually the small period of time when the house is completely silent. Every other waking minute is filled with the sounds of the kids, either giggling, or fighting with each other over something. Though, silence isn’t always a good thing. You’ll never forget the time the kids got into the kitchen cupboards and practically wreaked havoc in the kitchen while you were outside tending to the sheep.
Sure enough, you hear the trampling of footsteps coming down the hallway. No matter how chaotic it may be, this is your favorite part of the day. Getting to start each day greeted by all of your beautiful children, reminding you of why you are so lucky. You softly graze your fingers over the baby’s hair.
“I think your sisters are here, little guy,” You chuckle softly. The doorknob jiggles a bit. Before all of your daughters begin to spill into your bedroom, all eleven of them. Yes, eleven. You and Joel had, admittedly, gotten out of control in that department.
You and Joel had met when he had returned to Jackson in the spring with Ellie in tow. It had been an immediate connection, quite literally. Hooking up one night in the bathroom of the Tipsy Bison, which is what led to your firstborn, Emilie. The pregnancy had come as a shock, but you and Joel were excited nonetheless.
A chorus of variations of “Mom,” or “Mommy,” begin to fill the room, and you try to shush the girls, reminding them of their little brother. “Ok, girls, I know that you’re excited to get downstairs to all of your gifts, but you’ve got to settle down a bit, alright?” You whisper gently. Finally, they all nod in understanding. The calm is short-lived, though. Jane and Jules, the cutest, but menacing pair of instigators, hop on to your bed, shaking Joel’s shoulder, trying to wake their father.
They were your fourth pregnancy, which was by far the most difficult one you had ever experienced. Constant discomfort, and sleepless nights from the relentless kicking and movement from them. It wasn’t the first time you had been pregnant with twins, but It had gone nothing like you had expected it to.
Joel, though typically a light sleeper, is particularly hard to wake after a night with no sleep, hence why you’d opted on letting him sleep in. The two of them, each on one side of him, lean in close to his face, leaving little room for personal space. “Daddy.” Jules says quietly, Jane keeping a close watch.
Joel peeks one eye open, a bit startled at first at the heavy breathing from the two girls so close to his face, but the confused expression on his face is quickly replaced by a tired grin. As soon as all the girls spot that their father has woken up, they all pile onto your bed, excitedly squealing and giggling. Luckily, little baby Joelseph had already been lulled into a deep sleep after he finished nursing. Even if he hadn’t, you're pretty sure the few short weeks he’s been in the world, he’s already used to the constant noise and chaos from his older sisters.
Joel sits up on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, and tries to wrap his arm as many of them as humanly possible.
“When can we open our presents, daddy?” Tiny little Aurora questions impatiently. This is the first year she’s been able to fully understand the concept of Christmas, and all the gift giving. So, understandably, she is ecstatic for all the festivities of the day. She crawls into his lap, after attempting to clamber over all of her sisters in the way. Joel scratches at the scruff of his beard, and lifts her into his lap.
“How about we all eat breakfast first, sweetheart, then you all can tear into your gifts.” He says lowly, his voice still laced with sleep. “Sound like a plan?” He asks. The girls all nod in agreement.
You slowly stand up from the bed, still cradling baby Joelseph in your arms. Walking towards the door, you gesture for the girls to do the same. They all climb off of the bed, and without fail, the house is once again filled with chaos. All eleven of them racing out of your bedroom, and down the staircase to the kitchen.
Joel meets you by the doorway, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.
“Well hello, sleepyhead.” You tease him. “Sleep well?”
“Just like usual, darling.” He kisses you again, this time placing kisses all over your face, and down your neck, before you place your hand gently on his chest stopping him from going any further.
“Not so fast, old man.” you chuckle softly. “We don’t need another one of these.” you say, gesturing down to the baby bundled up in your arms.
“One more wouldn’t hurt, huh?” He teases, and you just shake your head. 
“You say that because you aren’t the one who has to push them out.”
“We should probably get downstairs before they get into stuff that they shouldn’t be” You murmur, and Joel quietly nods in agreement.
The warmth of the morning sun filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as you make your way into the dining room. Joel follows you, his hand brushing against the small of your back.
You and Joel enter the dining room, and expectedly the room is already filled with screaming and chaos. Alive with the energy of your daughters, and the two mischievous kittens, Ginny and Joel, weaving in and out of the chaos. 
Emilie, your oldest, is trying to settle an argument between Lacy and Lily, your first set of twins. Nothing new in your household, nearly every morning, no matter how many times you have to tell them that every seat is the same, the kids insist on fighting on who sits where, who sits next to whom. It’s exhausting, but you can’t help but smile at the chaos unfolding before you-it’s simply the routine of your everyday life.
Emilie, with her stern expression, finally manages to resolve the seating dispute between Lacy and Lily. You glance at Joel, and he chuckles, a knowing look passing between you. The girls quickly settle into their chairs, the anticipation of Christmas morning evident in their sparkling eyes. As you take your seat at the head of the table, Joel sits beside you, and the cacophony gradually subsides. Little Aurora, perched on Joel’s lap, swings her legs excitedly, eager to dive into the festivities.
“Alright, everyone, let’s dig in!” you announce with a smile, and the room erupts in cheers. The aroma of the freshly cooked breakfast wafts through the air as the kids eagerly serve themselves.
Emilie diligently helps the younger ones with their breakfast. She occasionally steals glances at the pile of gifts under the Christmas tree, anticipation gleaming in her eyes.
Lacy and Lily are engaged in animated conversation, their excitement palpable. Daisy can’t stop giggling at something Theo whispered in her ear. The second set of twins, Jane and Jules, sit side by side, already plotting mischief as they eye the presents.
Willow, with her big curious eyes, is inspecting her plate with utmost concentration, trying to decide which part of her breakfast to tackle first.
In the midst of the laughter and chatter, you catch Joel’s eye. There’s a shared understanding between you, a silent acknowledgement of the beautiful chaos that is your family. His gaze is filled with gratitude, and you can’t help but feel the same.
As the kids enjoy their breakfast, you steal a moment with Joel. “Can you believe how fast they're growing?” you murmur, your eyes dancing with a mixture of love and exhaustion.
Joel leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Feels like just yesterday we were sneaking around the Tipsy Bison.”
You laugh, the memory of that fateful night vivid in your mind. “Look where it led us.”
Kylie babbles incoherently as she attempts to mimic her older siblings. Aurora still sits on Joel’s lap, her eyes wide with wonder as she takes in the festive scene, and Joel aids her with her breakfast.
Maggie sits contentedly in her high chair, fingers sticky with syrup, as she munches on a piece of a pancake you’ve carefully cut up into small pieces for her.
The kids, fueled by excitement and sugar, chatter animatedly about their plans for the day. You and Joel exchange glances, both silently reveling in the joy of parenthood. The journey hasn’t been easy, but moments like these make it all worthwhile.
As breakfast winds down, you glance at Joel, both of you silently agreeing it’s time for the much-anticipated event of the morning.
The living room is now adorned with brightly wrapped gifts, a colorful display of the love and thoughtfulness you and Joel put into each one. The kids finish their breakfast, their eyes darting eagerly between the tree and the presents.
“Alright, kiddos, let the unwrapping begin!” Joel declares, and the room explodes with excitement. Each of their little faces lighting up with joy. 
“Okay, kiddos, let’s see what Santa brought us this year!” Joel exclaims, and the room erupts in cheers. The kids, now fueled by excitement from their furry friends and a hearty breakfast, rush to the tree, each claiming a spot around the mountain of gifts.
Emily takes charge, distributing gifts to each of her siblings with precision. Paper tears and laughter fill the air as each child discovers the treasures hidden beneath the wrapping.
Lacy and Lily eagerly tear into their presents, sharing excited glances when they unveil matching toys. Daisy clutches a doll close to her heart, and Jane and Jules giggle in delight at the surprise in their packages.
Theo, wide-eyed, unwraps a superhero action figure, and Willow discovers a fluffy stuffed animal that instantly becomes her new best friend. Kylie is overjoyed with a set of building blocks, her imagination already running wild.
Aurora claps her hands in glee as she unwraps a musical toy, and Maggie, though more interested in the wrapping paper than the actual gifts, coos happily.
Daisy twirls with a new dress, her face glowing with delight. “I’m going to wear this everyday!”
Aurora, surrounded by a pile of toys, claps her hands and points excitedly. “Look, Daddy, Mommy, so many toys!” Maggie, with a new plush toy in her tiny hands, giggles with joy. The room is filled with laughter and chatter as the kids excitedly showcase their new treasures.
Jane and Jules squeal in delight as they discover Joel curled up in the tangle of discarded wrapping paper, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. Willow, with her big curious eyes, watches the kittens in fascination, occasionally reaching out to stroke their fur. Kylie bursts into giggles as Ginny playfully bats at a shiny ribbon. Aurora claps her hands in delight at the sight of the playful duo. Maggie points with chubby fingers, her face lighting up with a smile as Joel gracefully leaps onto the back of the couch.
Joel catches your eye, and you share a moment of warmth as you witness the joy on your children’s faces.
“Looks like our little fur balls are the stars of the show today.” He chuckles.
Watching as the kittens continue their playful antics. The room is filled with laughter, shouts of excitement, and the crinkling of wrapping paper.
As the chaos subsides, you lean into Joel, watching the kids with a contented smile. “Merry Christmas, Joel.” He whispers back the same sentiment, wrapping his arm around you, anchoring you in the midst of the joyful storm that is your family.
The room buzzes with the joyous laughter of your children, the kittens weaving throughout the living room. As the kids continue to show off their presents, Ginny and Joel curiously inspect the colorful array of toys and trinkets scattered across the room.
Emilie, your eldest, sits by your side, flipping through her new sketchbook. “Mom, look at this! It’s perfect for my drawings. Thank you, Santa!”
Lacy and Lily, wearing their matching necklaces, approach Joel with enthusiasm. “Dad, Dad! Can Joel play with us too?” they ask, extending an invitation for the adventurous kitten to join in on their imaginative play.
Daisy twirls around in her new dress, and with a dramatic flair, she curtsies. “I’m a princess, just like in the stories!”
Jane and Jules, holding their new board game, insist on a family game night. Jules, gives you a confused look, glancing from the box, and then back up at you. “What is Boggle anyway?” 
“It’s just a word game, sweetheart, definitely an easy game to beat your dad at.” you laugh softly, shooting Joel a teasing grin.
Willow proudly shows you the fluffy stuffed animal she received. “Look Mom, It’s Fluffy! Daddy, feel how soft!” She grabs his hand to place it on the stuffed animal, and Joel enthusiastically plays along with her.
Kylie, engrossed in building her tower with the new blocks, beams with accomplishment. “It’s bigger than me, Mommy!” You smile at her gently, and give her compliments on her tower building skills.
Maggie, in her own little world, squeezes her plush toy and gurgles happily. The kittens, sensing the playful atmosphere, join in on the fun, batting at the discarded ribbons and chasing each other around the room.
Joel, still basking in the warmth of the family scene, leans over to you. “Seems like Santa knew exactly what they wanted.”
You nod, a content smile playing on your lips, ‘And the best part is seeing their faces light up with joy.”
The room is filled with laughter, the sound of wrapping paper being crinkled, and the occasional meow from Ginny and Joel. The chaos is harmonious, a melody of love and togetherness that defines your family.
The kids, their excitement undeterred, start brainstorming plans for the day–games to play, stories to tell, and perhaps a snowball fight if the weather permits. As the festivities continue, you can’t help but feel grateful for the love and warmth that fills your home–a treasure more precious than any gift under the tree.
As the kids reveled in the excitement of unwrapping their Christmas gifts, their attention turned to the chalkboard on the mantle–a poignant memorial to their older sister, Sarah. The room hushed momentarily as the children exchanged thoughtful glances, understanding the significance of the chalkboard.
The kids had put together some artwork and drawings the night before. They gather around the chalkboard, placing their artwork in front of it, creating a beautiful display of love and remembrance. The room, now adorned with their heartfelt tributes, felt infused with a sense of warmth and connection to Sarah’s memory.
Joel, watching from a distance, can't help but be moved by the sincerity and creativity of his children. The simple act of setting their drawings in front of the chalkboard transformed the mantle into a gallery of love—a tangible expression of the enduring impact Sarah's memory had on their hearts.
As the morning continued, the drawings stood as cherished tokens—a beautiful reminder that, even in the midst of joyous celebrations, the love for their sister would always hold a special place in the family's heart.
You nudge Joel gently, catching his attention. “Any Idea when Ellie, Dina, and JJ are planning to arrive?”
Joel looks thoughtful for a moment, his eyes scanning the room to make sure all the kids are engaged in their newfound treasures. “They’re aiming to get here just in time for lunch. Should be any moment now.”
Excitement lights up on your face at the news. “The kids are going to be over the moon to see them again, and It wouldn’t be Christmas without them.”
Joel nods in agreement, a fond smile playing on his lips. “Ellie’s always been good at timing. They’ll be here soon.”
As if on cue, a gentle knock at the door catches your attention. You glance at Joel, both of you sharing a knowing smile. The anticipation in the room heightens as the kids, sensing something special, look toward the door with wide eyes. Moments later, the front door bursts open, and the lively chatter of Ellie and Dina fills the air. The children squeal in delight, dropping their toys and rushing toward the doorway. Ellie enters first, holding JJ’s hand, Dina follows closely behind with a warm grin on her face.
The kids shout at them in unison, enveloping the new arrivals in a sea of hugs and excitement. You and Joel stand back, watching the heartwarming reunion unfold.
Ellie, catching your eye, gives you a knowing nod. “Merry Christmas!” she says as she greets you and Joel. You welcome them with open arms, a surge of joy filling your heart. “We’re so glad you’re here.”
As the laughter and joyful chaos continue to fill the room, you can’t help but marvel at the beautiful tapestry of your family, woven together by love, shared moments, and the bonds that withstand the test of time.
Amidst the joyful commotion, you navigate through the sea of excited children, still cradling little Joelseph in your arms. Joel joins you, and together you watch as Ellie, Dina, and JJ immerse themselves in the holiday cheer.
Ellie, after receiving an enthusiastic welcome from the kids, approaches you with a playful grin.
“How’s the newest little troublemaker doing?” she asks, casting an affectionate glance at Joelseph.
You chuckle, gently rocking the sleeping baby in your arms. “He’s been an angel all morning, surprisingly.” you yawn, tiredly.
Dina joins the conversation, “He’s gotten so big since we last saw him. Mind if we steal him for a bit?”
You nod with a smile, carefully passing Joelseph over to Dina. The little one stirs for a moment, but settles back into a peaceful slumber in Dina’s arms. “He’s all yours.’
The room continues to buzz with giggles and Ellie, Dina, and JJ become a seamless part of the festivities. The kids eagerly show them their new toys, and soon, the kittens, Ginny and Joel join the playful parade.
As the day unfolds, the house becomes a vibrant canvas, painted with the hues of love and togetherness. Joel, now with Aurora on his shoulders, navigates through the lively crowd. You find a quiet moment with Ellie, who is holding Joelseph with a tender smile.
“He’s adorable,” Ellie remarks, her eyes filled with a mix of nostalgia and affection. “Feels like just yesterday you were dealing with my teenage antics.”
You laugh, remembering those not-so-distant days. “Time flies, doesn’t it? Now look at us, and you, with a little family of your own.”
Ellie glances around the room, the sparkle of the holiday lights reflecting in her eyes. “Couldn’t ask for a better way to spend Christmas. And look at Joel, still being the heart and soul of this chaos.”
You follow her gaze to Joel, who is now surrounded by a group of kids, listening intently to one of Jane and Jules’ stories. The love in his eyes is evident as he shares in their laughter and mischief.
Ellie looks back at you, a soft smile playing on her lips. “You both did an amazing job. I’m proud to be part of this.”
And in that moment, as the laughter and warmth of your family envelop you, you couldn’t agree more. This Christmas, with all its magic, has woven another chapter into the rich tapestry of your lives–a chapter filled with love, laughter, and the cherished moments that make your family truly extraordinary.
As the festivities continue, Ellie, still cradling Joelseph, couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease Joel. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she approaches Joel, who’s now attempting to disentangle himself from a knot of kids.
“Hey, old man,” Ellie quips, giving Joel a playful nudge. “You holding up okay with all these little rascals running around?”
Joel chuckles, a playful glint in his eyes. “Someone’s gotta keep ‘em in check. You’ll find out soon enough, Ellie. Parenthood’s no joke.”
Ellie raises an eyebrow, her gaze shifting to Joelseph. “You’re the expert now, huh? It took you guys long enough to figure out the secret recipe for a baby boy.”
Joel grumbles and feigns offense. “Well, it’s not like we had a manual.”
Ellie rolls her eyes. “Says the guy who needed a football team's worth of daughters before finally getting a son.”
You join in on the banter, giving Joel an amused smile. “Took a bit of trial and error, but look at our charming little Joelseph now.”
Ellie leans in, bouncing the baby gently in her arms. “Not bad for an old guy, huh, kiddo?” she cooed, earning a content gurgle from the baby.
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As the day of joyful chaos begin to wind down, the once lively house now settles into a more serene atmosphere. The twinkling lights of the Christmas tree cast a gentle glow over the living room as the laughter of the children gradually transforms into quiet giggles and yawns.
You and Joel, tired but content, herd the kids upstairs for their bedtime routine. The kittens, Ginny and Joel, follow along, their playful antics slowing down as they, too, sensing the impending calm.
“Alright kiddos, time for bed.” Joel announces, his tone gentle but firm as he ushers the kids into their respective rooms.
The procession of bedtime rituals unfold–one by one, teeth are brushed, pajamas are put on, and stories are read. The younger ones nestle into their beds, eyelids growing heavy with the sweet fatigue of a day filled with excitement.
As you check on each child, offering goodnight kisses and tucking them in, Joel moves gracefully through the house, turning off the twinkling lights and closing curtains. The house seems to exhale, the echoes of joyous laughter replaced by the hushed whispers of bedtime.
In the quiet moments between putting the kids to bed, you found Joel in the hallway, sharing a look of satisfaction passing between you. The day had been a whirlwind of love and joy, and now the peaceful hush settles over the house like a comforting blanket.
“Another Christmas for the books,” Joel remarks, his voice low.
You nod, a smile playing on your lips. “And many more to come, I hope.”
The two of you continue the nightly routine, gently closing doors and ensuring the house was ready for the calm of night. The soft glow of the light spilling from your bedroom illuminates your path as you and Joel make your way into the room, where little Joelseph lay sleeping in his bassinet.
Joel pauses by the doorway, his eyes fondly watching the baby. “He’s been the best gift, hasn’t he?”
You nod, a warmth settling in your heart. “The best, indeed.”
The day had been a symphony of chaos and joy, a beautiful crescendo that had now found its resolution in the quietude of the evening. As you and Joel retire to your room, you can’t help but reflect on the blessings of family, love, and the precious moments that make Christmas truly magical.
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Pairings: ex!Harry Styles x Director!Reader x Joseph Quinn
Warnings: swearing, drug mention (in harry's song)
Summary: A walk through aftermath of Harry and YN's break up, new woman, new man, some drama, new albums, lots of love.
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ynupdates For the first time in months(!!!) we have an update! YN with Taylor Swift in YN's cabin. They're celebrating evermore release! | credit: florencepugh
ps. please don't jump to conclusions because you see a man next to yn, we don't know who he is, so let's not assume
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hArrysbutterfly finally! I was so worried about her! I understand she needs space after everything *cough* WB *cough* but it's so nice to see her being with people she loves
ynmymama i hope she's happy and staying healthy
ynsmybestie we know the man, at least UK fans know him
⤷ ynshands tell me!!!!
⤷ynsmybestie he's Joseph Quinn he played in Dickensian, Miserables or Catherine The Great (some BBC shows that UK folks know well) he's rumoured to be in stranger things also
taylors22 guys please tell me I'm not delusional and few songs are about yn and harry
⤷ynupdates i hear it too! I didn't want to make a post about it (because people are just cruel) but I hear it!
⤷ynsmybestie im not the biggest fan of taylor but im going to listen to this (tell me which songs, please)
⤷taylors22 well, the whole album is a masterpiece but! I think that gold rush, 'tis the damn season, tolerate it or (maybe) evermore are about yn and harry
⤷taylors22 those are just my assumptions after little deep down into harry and yn's update accounts. im not saying it's 100% about them, just to be clear
⤷ynsmybestie of course!! i've listened to a few and man... gold rush is about them 100% I mean, internet loves this guy
harryupdates so good to see her again!
harrysmylife i miss yn and harry so so much:(((
⤷ ynsmybestie well, sad to burst you bubnle but they weren't very happy together
⤷ harrysmylife and how do you know that??
⤷ ynsmybestie they (celebrityupdates) have a whole article about it, apparently someone close to yn and harry spilled the beans and said too much about our babies
⤷ hArrysbutterfly bestie!!! spill the tea please
⤷ ynsmybestie basically harry fell out of love, at the end only yn cared about their relationship and he didn't have the balls to end it earlier. all in all he moved on while still being in a relationship with yn
⤷ harrysupdates well, let's not believe everything that person said, we don't know if that was someone actually close to yn or harry. we need to accept their decision of ending the relationship. however it happened shouldn't be our concern.
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yourinstagram hi, hey, hello! we're halfway through the script of st4, so I thought ill give you guys some insight (i hope Duffer brothers won't sue me). it's not some insight, im literally giving you shirtless Joe Keery, please appreciate it.
ps. we are here without masks but we are staying safe. we're vaccinated and we're tested every day. please stay safe wherever you are in the world!
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ynsmybestie Joe???? 🤤 you're spoiling as bestie!
⤷yourinstagram i try, i try
⤷ynsmybestie jskdbsjis OMFGSIS
joekeery you're making my DM's blow up
⤷yourinstagram sorry! i really am!
⤷mayahawke youre not, are you?
⤷ yourinstagram shhh!
noahschnapp BYLER 👨‍❤️‍👨
ynshands doing god's work, yn! thank you!
ynupdates Joe Quinn as the new character??? I love it. why no one talks about him?
⤷ yourinstagram im wondering the same
⤷ ynsmybestie we will talk about him, bestie. we will.
harrysmoustache posting at the same time as THE photos
⤷ ynshands what photos????
⤷ harrysmoustache harry and olivia w went to jeff's wedding together (hand in hand and all that!!)
⤷ynshands so after months of those secret photos its finally confirmed? jesus
⤷ harryskiwi yeah, they first were photographed like day or two after yn and harry's break up?? its been a while
⤷ harrysmoustache about six months, WILD (pun intended)
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ynupdates YN with Joseph Quinn out in Atlanta celebrating the end of shooting season 4 of Stranger Things. Joe Keery and his girlfriend were seen joining them.
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ynsmybestie OMFG!!!! they look so good! 🤤
ynsmymama yn wearing Jo's jacket in those two pics? so cute
harryskiwi she looks so good! that silk dress?? damn, yn 🔥
ynshands sir? your hand? 😳 all those British, curly men falling for yn, i understand you
⤷ ynsmybestie also him feeding her? jesus...
hater55 moving on so quickly?
hater71 new guy again?
hater03 another one?
ynshands okay, why do y'all hate on her? moving on so quickly? a year after ending her last relationship is quickly? what was then Harry's doings with moving on days after breaking up? you people really love to hate on a woman just because she's happy with a new man
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yourinstagram with this year coming to the end, small photo dump with my favourite moments from 2021. this year was the one when i had my saddest and happiest moments. i hope 2022 will be our year.
one - i think it was during the last week of shooting st4, im a simple girl - i see a beautiful sky, i take a photo
two - you guys know the masterpiece that dirty dancing is? we did it.
three - ❤
four - find yourself a man that reads your recomendations. seven husbands of evelyn hugo finished, mans search for meaning next
five - yes he does the cooking, yes he does the cleaning 🍕
six - ❤️
seven - florence's birthday!!!! can you see how gorgeous she looks?? my, my, my, im drooling 🤤
eight - R.I.P. Dom Pérignon
nine - ❤️
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florencepugh my birthday one of the highlights of your year??? i love you so much, beautiful. see you at the party!
⤷yourinstagram see you, beauty!
tchalamet chérie! when you're happy, i'm happy
⤷yourinstagram stop flirting, Timothée
⤷tchalamet joe, give yn her phone
⤷yourinstagram who?
⤷tchalamet yn calls me timmy, joe. you gave yourself up, mate. give her the phone
⤷yourinstagram no. ❤️
⤷ynsmybestie they're the funniest
annetwist happy new year, darling! ❤️
⤷yourinstagram thank you, annie! the happiest for you
taylorswift can i write an album about you?
⤷yourinstagram i thought you already had one??🍂
⤷ynsmybestie bestie are you confirming evermore being about you????
gemmastyles we need to meet up, yn!
⤷yourinstagram text me the date and im all yours, babe
ynsmymama her still being close to anne and gemma? while having a whole new man? also harry lurking, we see you👀
ynsmysoulmate can we talk about how she started posting more about herself and her life after dumping Jeff's ass and getting new manager??? im so here for it. Ronnie Coleman im your number1 fan
⤷ ynsmymama so true! i feel like she really wants to share her happy memories with us and jeff didn't let her, Ronnie is like her bestie and let's her decide whatever she thinks is best for her
⤷ haarrysmoustache jeff was doing with yn what he does with harry, minimal social media + public spottings
⤷ harrysbtch buuut, harry said himself that he doesn't like social media and tries to avoid it as much as possible (he's now all over it with olivia but who am I to judge???)
⤷ ynsmymama oh, that might be it. yn said in one of her interviews that she didn't mind social media because she learnt how to deal with it (and that interview was in 2019, while still being managed by Jeff)
harrysbtch photos of Joseph???? recreating THE ICONIC scene from one of her favourite films?? she has her own jonny castle
⤷ ynsmysoulmate and he reads her recommendations? cooks and cleans? man, when i tell you i feel weak in the knees, im not lying. 🥵
⤷ynsmybestie she just needs joseph to dress up as him or danny zuko for halloween and she's probably done for 😭
taylor22 Dom Pérignon ???? champagne problems??
⤷ ynsmybestie if champagne problems is about yn and harry im dead 💔
harrysbtch also, harry are you sure you wanted to like this post???
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harrystyles Harry's House. May 20th.
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oliviawilde ❤️
harryupdates the king is back!
annetwist cannot wait, my boy! x
ynsmybestie okay, so how many songs about yn, hmm?
ynsmymama i hope you're not going to bring more drama between you and yn after this album is released
⤷harryskiwi imo id love for him to have a song about her. we only got a few in fine line
⤷ynsmymama maybe, i just dont want it to affect yn and joe
harrystyles ALSO my new song As It Was - out on April 1st, H
⤷haarrysmoustache the promotion! so true💀
⤷harryupdates harry, please make a post about it
⤷harrysheadphones well, it's few days later and he didn't, he really doesn't care 😭
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josephquinn Stranger Things Season 4. Thank you for a warm welcome in this beautiful family. It's an absolute honor to join you. Season 4 on Netflix on May 27th. See you then.
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yourinstagram look 👏 at 👏 you! what a dream. what a man.
⤷ josephquinn dream man?
⤷yourinstagram you're damn right
joekeery look at him, all dressed up. where's your denim vest?
⤷josephquinn give it back, robber
mayahawke im sorry, who did you play? i don't think i know you from set
⤷yourinstagram maya, eddie cut his hair
⤷mayahawke oh! right, those puppy eyes seem familiar
sadiesink 🎸
yourinstagram okay, guys. let's stop bullying joe. he's pouting on the couch
⤷ josephquinn i'm not pouting!
⤷ ynsmybestie well, yn's story is telling something different
ynupdates he's so fine
ynsmymama what a pretty man you are, mr quinn
ynshands can we talk about how they were constantly looking at each other while being on teh carpet??? the winks? smirks? they're so in love
⤷harryupdates im so anxious because we said the same about h
⤷ynshands well, let's not talk about him. joe's the man now
⤷ harryupdates well, he just liked this post...
⤷ ynshands WHAT?!
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yn and joe r my parents @ianornotbabe 5h
okay, so... harry's house is out and i have some thoughts. im no youtuber so i didn't make a video (my phone has a broken camera, soo) but i cannot keep it to myself. i found some nice connections and im doing a thread of it here, enjoy babes (1)
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music for a sushi restaurant: soo, yns hot enough to cook an egg on her, that's for sure. she loves bubblegum, especially blue! they were seen together numerous times at the sushi restaurants (2)
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late night talking: yn said she broke her camera one awful day. harry posted a story of broken lenses and a box of chocolates (yns favourites!) also late night talking was yns caption to her IG story containing a screenshot from her facetime with harry (3)
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grapejuice: so yn was so perfect for him, he said that in one of the interviews after releasing fine line. they spent a lot of time in Italy, drank wine, harry was seen buying yn flowers EVERY DAY, but now he just drinks wine - its all that is left. and he is NOT drinking dom perignon but the wine from 1982 which is the one yn was drinking with joe (her new year ig post) (4)
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as it was: well, let's face it. it's not about yn. it's olivias song. that's it babes (maybe its a stunt song or whatever, dont know.) the promotion for this song says it all. he didnteven make a post about it, just a comment. (5)
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daylight: so I don't think yn was doing cocaine but maybeee. i know for sure that bluebird is yn's favourite poem by charles bukowski (harrys fav writer). they were seen doing a race on bicycles. and there is a reference to adore you: ANTIDOTE that we know is about yn. its a love song, definitely. (6)
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little freak: harry spilled beer on timothee during one of the little women cast parties, and definitely wasn't sorry (jealous son of a bitch). yn loves yoga, and has a body of a goddess! side note: i think its a beautiful song of what harry WANTS to think but definitely IS NOT doing (liking all her and Joe's pictures, stalking fanaccounts, and so on) and a statement that even though he's in a new relationship he still thinks of the old one, of yn :((( (7)
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matilda: yn put that film on her 'ten films I cannot live without' list, saying it describes what she went through during her childhood (poor baby😞) and harry used her experience to write a song without telling her - he admitted that during his latest interview (8)
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cinema: I mean???? you can argue all you want, but yn is THE director and olivia is actress/director. the song just suits yn better in my opinion. just pure filth is this song, pure filth. dirty man. (9)
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daydreaming: there is no hard proof. yn apparently said 'baby, loving you is a real thing' during her speech at the oscars after party. (10)
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keep driving: song about basically: should we still be together? connections? black and white film camera was harry's present for yn on their first anniversary. yellow sunglasses - yns iconic look in italy. the breakfast order - yns go to order while eating breakfast out of home. riot America- the attended multiple protests across america. kiss her and don't tells - they hid their relationship for months. choke her with a sea view - that one story from the yacht 🔥 (11)
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satellite: song after the breakup. yns got a new life with joe. Hard to explain but it just a song about harry bothering yn while she's being - in harrys opinion - sAd in her relationship with joe, he's waiting for her move. i beg someone to do a BIG break down of this song, it's just a heartbreak anthem. (12)
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boyfriends: what can I say? harrys just calling himself out. he was seen out at the pubs drunk. just a perfect song for saying 'hi, im the problem. its me, im the problem' (13)
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love of my life: jonny is one of yn's best friends from university, yn and harry spent a week in his house to get out of all the news that had been spread about them. he admits to not knowing yn enough - it was present in the interviews he did (not knowing her favourite films or composers) (14)
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didn't know it was going to blow up like it did. im glad you guys liked this piece of veery shallow breakdown. its a beautiful album, grammies are waiting for this man. and i hope we'll get some answers in the future. byeeee x
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bestie, this thread is a masterpiece. all the connections you've made?? couldn't do it better
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i really don't know what to think about this album. there's so many songs about yn. it's cool to see him putting it out, his thoughts and feelings. but also with yn being in a relationship and having these much written about her??? i don't know if i would feel comfortable
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@harryupdatess harry's an artist so it was predictable that he would wrote about the experience during and after his relationship with yn. i hope it won't disturb yn an joe's relationship, they look so happy together
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celebrityupdates Harry Styles (28) and Joseph Quinn (29) are YN YSN's (25) respectfully past and present boyfriend. From what we know the breakup was rather ugly but now? It doesn't seem like it. On the photos you can see Harry and Joe wearing the suits from Harry's newest Gucci line HA HA HA. Is that the promotion? Or it's just another stunt relationship in the industry? Or perhaps Harry Lambert (Styles' designer and friend, as well as YN's friend) found a way to promote the fashion line he's a part of? Read more in our newest article, link in our bio.
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enews pinned! 'Harry in his latest interview let people know that one of his favourite books is Mans Search For Meaning by Victor E. Frankl. Book that YN was recommending to Joe Quinn.'
enews pinned! 'Joe Quinn played Eddie Munson in one of the Netflix hit shows, Stranger Things. In the last episode he was playing Master Of Puppets by Metallica. The said song was taught to him by Styles' friend and bandmate, Mitch Rowland. Our source said that it caused an argument between Harry, Mitch and YN. Harry apparently was furious that his friend was still in contact with his ex girlfriend and her new best friend (at that time YN and Joe weren't together yet).'
ynupdates the suits situation is messy. i can't imagine joseph being super excited about wearing his girlfriend ex's design. it's just weird...
⤷ harryupdates expecially that Joe was super happy about wearing Gucci, and the patch on Joe's sleeve doesn't have the HA HA HA logo. maybe it's just a similar design?
⤷thejoequinnupdates joe was wearing the suit before the clothes from HA HA HA collection were being sent to their ambassadors. imo it's an early lambert's design for HA HA HA. and because yn is his friend as well he did the suit for Joe. then Harry used it for the HA HA HA. promo at its best. HA HA HA is trending and the online store has no products available. Harry played it well.
⤷ ynupdates if that's true then i feel sorry for yn, really sorry. her ex is using her current boyfriend for promo which is sick and twisted. man just move on.
ynshands we thought harry moved on while still being in a relationship with yn but we were wrong. that bitch is still in love with her...
⤷ ynsmybestie can you blame him?
⤷ ynshands bestie, im so in love with her that it's unhealthy, something close to what harry's doing tbh 💀
hArrysbtch hes a simp 😭 woah
user618 those celebrities will do anything for fame smh
user917 that's ... toxic
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hrr lmbrt
hiii! i have some new suits for you and joe to try before your new movie premiere. when are you two free??
yn🐐
when did you plan to tell me you're going to dress him in the same thing as joe?
hrr lmbrt
it's not exactly the same suit, yn. joe had the cotton one and harry had a cotton+silk one. the print is also different.
yn🐐
people on the internet don't know that, lamby. they are sure joe is somehow connected to your new clothing line. they're making a lot off buzz around it.
hrry lmbrt
yn, you know how it works...
yn🐐
was he the one to propose it or was it jeff?
hrr lmbrt
i don't know, babe. got the information from above.
yn🐐
don't bullshit me, harry. you said you want to stay friends despite all the things that happened between him and I. act like a friend then, please.
hrr lmbrt
jeff's idea but harry wasn't really opposed to it
but please don't do anything you'll regret.
yn🐐
i already lost one relationship because of him. I'm not going to lose another one. I won't let him destroy my happiness again. I truly care about joe, lamby
hrr lmbrt
maybe go a little easy on harry. he's not doing well.
yn🐐
it was nice catching up, lamby. if the suits aren't or won't be part of that collections then we're free on friday.
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next time you plan to get under my skin use me or my name, stay away from people I love, Jeff. your way of promoting him is getting out of hand.
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hello yn, nice hearing from you. I see you saw the suit Harry was wearing. such a nice piece of clothing, wasn't it?
yn ysn
this is the last time you're hearing from me jeff. next time it's going to be Ronnie and eventually my lawyers. your ways are too invasive for my liking. you used my name and my relationship for years, i think that's enough. stay away from Joseph, he has nothing to do with you or him.
jeffrey
I don't understand why are you so dramatic about it? it's just a suit. it's not like only we got benefit from it. your and your boy's things got promotion as well.
yn ysn
it's not just a suit. you control him well, we both know that. you can prevent him from doing what he's doing. it's unhealthy.
also, i don't need promotion like that, never did. you just think that ploting behind people's backs is the best solution. it's not.
goodbye, Jeff. like I said next time you're invading my or my partner's life you'll hear from our lawyers.
jeffrey
can't wait, yn.
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hi, baby. i contacted lamby and jeffrey. i hope it will do the job, if not Ronnie is ready to contact them himself.
joe🎸
hello, lovie. how are you feeling?
yn🫀
to be completely honest? bad. i hate confronting people but they crossed the line. they could use my name all they want but they decided to use you and you have nothing to do with it, nothing.
joe🎸
well, im your boyfriend, that's probably enough.
yn🫀
it shouldn't be, we talked about it.
at least lamby said it was jeff's idea, just like i had thought.
enough of that, where are you coming home? i made pasta
joe🎸
im like 15 minutes away, lovie. i love you and see you soon, we'll talk about it more after the nice bath, what do you think, hmm?
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i love you! im getting the bath bombs ready 🛀
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yourinstagram it was an honour to direct and star in a film like 'bones and all' is. it was also a challenge, I never thought I would take, and here i am in the film with one of the best actor out here. thank you to our whole team working on this film. thank you tchalamet, my best friend. thank you josephquinn, my love for all the tips and support and love and patience. see you in theatres, i'll be there 🦴
ps. don't ask me the colour of anything
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tchalamet the best director and the best actress out there! what you did with and in this film is extraordinary, yn! you are the true artist. it's an honour working with you. ❤️
⤷ yourinstagram you're making me cry, timmy 🤧
florencepugh ACTRESS AND DIRECTOR many tried, just a few succeeded. yourinstagram did. such a beautiful film, such a beautiful performance by timmy and yn. love you both so so so much 💗
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josephquinn that's my girlfriend! and her sidekick ☠️
⤷ ynshands how is joe so effortlessly funny?
⤷ ynsmybestie right? jealous but funny and hot 🔥
taylorswift i already bought tickets. so proud of you all!
annetwist ❤️
ynupdates yn acting????? im so confused. i bet its a masterpiece if she had so much do do with this film
hArrysbtch timothee's shade on harry, olivia and all of that? he's fucking the best
ynsmybestie timothee finally got to kiss yn, he must be delighted
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⤷ ynshands he's so happy 😭
⤷ joemyman joe is probably fuming 💀
⤷ harrysmoustache im sorry, WHAT?
⤷ ynsmybestie check twitter, its all over it. someone videoed a scene during the first screening of the film. they are kissing kissing 👅
harryupdates congratulations you two! its going to be oscar worthy for sure
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yourinstagram three years of knowing you. one year of loving you. thank you for being with me in my lowest and my highest moments. you are my person. ❤️
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josephquinn thank you for loving me, sweetness. i love you.
florencepugh shootout to the best couple i know
tchalamet the most beautiful couple out there
taylorswift i am writing a song about you two, there's no way
annetwist happy anniversary! ❤️
sadiesink it really is your year, eddie - i mean joseph 🎸
ynupdates sleeping on a highway tonight, thanks a lot
joemyman what a sweet, sweet couple. happy anniversary!
ynshands you beauties
harrysmoustache well, harry didn't like this one
⤷ harryupdates he did but unliked it after a few minutes
hArrysbtch i love love love
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ghostflowerhotpotch · 9 months
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Clinging too much to the Mask
Or Miles' is neglecting his civilian life for his hero one.
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Something I love about Across the Spider-verse, is that no one is truly evil, but that doesn't justify their actions. Likewise, the heroes aren't perfect, in some cases they actively need to work to own their mistakes, and in others, they need to learn a more simple lesson.
I think this last one can apply to Miles. Because while he is doing his best, I feel the story tries to point out that despite "balancing" his double life, he may be prioritizing one over the other.
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We get to see this before we properly get to see Miles, who instead of being in this meeting-
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He is going around the city.
Not gonna lie, in my first viewing, I felt Rio and Jeff needed to cut Miles some slack; like sure they were being kind of harsh because they didn't know what was going on, but Miles was truly trying hard!
However, the more I rewatched the movie, and the more I keep looking at certain things, the more I realized that Miles' parents are being WAY nicer about all of this than other parents I had seen, and also, that even if you have the context he is not handling this very well.
Let's start with this scene, shall we?
So, Rio and Jeff want to talk about university opportunities and scholarships, which I feel is a bit early for a fifteen-year-old, but if he wants to get into the best Physics program in the nation, I guess it makes sense needing to start early. I am assuming Miles had at least mention wanting to do big things; which is of course what his parents want because they know what he is capable of; so I wouldn't be surprised if they arranged this meeting SPECIFICALLY because Miles set his future on this.
But regardless if it was Miles's idea or his parents, the fact on the matter is this: he should be here.
Because let's remember, he isn't skipping this meeting because the Spot or a villain with a bigger profile was causing a ruckus, we saw him slinging around the city as if he was strolling, and when he goes to get the Spot, he first does this:
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I know Spider-man is known for witty remarks and Miles is definitely not an anomaly on that front, but you cannot tell me he didn't explicitly want a patty and it just so happens to have a bad guy in the place; he may have not grabbed himself hasn't the Spot not being there but I bet he would have gone to this shop ruckus or not.
Even if that wasn't the case, he is already late for the meeting; but he still took his time to patrol the city for, as far as we can tell, no real reason besides just checking around.
I get that he is Spider-man and has responsibilities with the city, but when Miles has an important meeting to be in, and he decides just swinging across the city is more important than being there; we have to admit that this is a problem.
And the longer we spend in 1610 the more that shows.
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This monologue feels like it can be unrelated, at first.
Miles doing the Spider-man presentation makes sense; it has been established in this franchise as a device to present the characters, so having him update on his spidey-situation while following the trope presentation they had done before it's perfect to match the tone of the first movie.
But I am also a firm defender of "weaponize tropes to press further the message of the story" and I think having Miles do this presentation can support how much emphasis he puts on his hero life.
Last time during the first movie, he did his own spidey-presentation at the end, but he also talked about finishing his essay, and doing art with his dad. In this one, we only get mentions of things related to being Spider-man, you can argue that including his uncle on the recap may also be involved because he died just in the time he was becoming Spider-man.
(This is also to remind the audience of this plot point for the ending but shhh we are focussing on other things here.)
This is nothing new for Spidey-people, Gwen the more repressed she is the more she clings to her duty, which only makes her repress more and makes the cycle continue. Peter B was okay with the idea of staying behind even if it meant dying, and let's be real here, part of the reason he was okay with it was that dying as a spider-man is an idea he made peace with years ago, but confronting MJ about what happened was scarier.
This also happened in the first movie.
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This is before they know they may die if they stay, however, you have to admit is a tad unsettling that after being told "You will need to destroy your only way to get home," everyone IMMEDIATELY says they will do it.
Forget being superheroes, no one has any doubts? Any fears of how long it would take to go back home, if at all?
Peni and Gwen worry me especially because I know why those two may just prefer to ditch their home dimensions for a good while (Gwen because she already lost her Peter, was in a flaky relationship with her dad, and probably was neglecting other people too. Peni if you had read some of her comics is not that surprising, heck I want to get her out of that dimension myself.)
I could go on, because I don't think we had seen a Spidey person in this franchise who isn't putting way too much emphasis on their hero identity; but you get the idea. This is a common problem.
And Miles is no different.
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When we go to the Party for his dad (something his mom reminded him of before he bolted out to capture the Spot,) we see that the Party is in full swing. Music is in, people had already started digging in the food, and kids are playing.
Look, growing up my family had parties like this, fairly often growing up. This one is to celebrate Captain Morales obviously, but I had been at family reunions that are easily this size.
Considering the size and for who is the Party, I am surprised they didn't call him non-stop when he didn't show up to help put everything up (because I am having a hard time believing he wouldn't be expected to help to put everything,) it was already late when the first person showed up, so by this point, this is beyond lateness.
And where he is at?
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JUST NOW he is picking up the cake, AS SPIDERMAN.
Miles, mijo ¿Qué estás haciendo? Para este punto de la partida yo ya estaría haciendo mi testamento.
(Trans: Miles, son, what are you doing? By this point I would be doing my will.)
Ok jokes aside, I don't know what's more unbelievable, that he is just now getting the cake, or that he is doing it in the Spidey costume.
This tells us EXACTLY what he was doing before coming up to pick this cake.
Last time we see him, he told his dad he didn't believe The Spot would come back, which means he didn't exactly think there was any danger. Nothing in the movie shows or tells us there was another big emergency he didn't need to attend to, either; and it has CLEARLY been a few hours since that moment since the lightning has changed.
Don't tell me he came in with his Spidey suit to get a better deal or something, the woman clearly doesn't care about it; and even then, at any moment he seems to find a way to change just so he can move around the city more easily.
Not to mention that while he was trying to come to the Party, this happened.
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In case you need to make sure what's happening, since this moment happens in a few seconds during Jeff speech; because someone was stealing shoes (with a guard who is clearly not giving a shit,) he sent a web to stop him.
And rather than just, going on with his day, he stops to sign some autographs and pics, to the point someone else thinks the taxi is waiting for a new client, which the guy obviously accepts.
Honestly, once this moment clicked for me I feel a little dumb to not realize that this is actually a thing Miles needs to confront about himself and not just the natural back and forth that is expected with this life.
And you can see it in other things too.
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Miles isn't a loner, or at least he wasn't one in Into the Spider-verse.
I remember that when I saw the movie the contrast surprised me, like many other people, I had grown up with plenty Peter Parker adaptations, where he is most of the time, a nerd that deals with bullying to some degree. Even with Miles being his own character, I was surprised that at least in his old school and neighborhood, he not only has friends, he is basically a popular kid.
Now in ATSV? That seems to have gone away.
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Is such a small detail in both movies, but it still shocks me every time I think about it hard enough.
Miles had tons of friends, or at least people he definitely got along with; people who said that miss him and such. Even if we never hear a name from him; look at the people greeting him at the beginning at ITSV, go to see the movie and see how much Miles scrolls on his contact list; there is no way in hell he wasn't close to some of these people.
But all of them seem to have gone away by this movie, not only did neither of his parents think of asking about anyone in the neighborhood, Miles himself only scratches the names of his spidey-friends. This either means Rio and Jeff know enough of the people in the neighborhood to be aware Miles is not going out with any of them; or the relationships had deteriorated enough that neither party even thinks of the possibility of being with any of them.
That's...that's a lot.
Look, I am not going to say Miles changing school wouldn't affect his previous friendships, I know exactly how that works.
But in ITSV, Miles said it himself, he still lives here, none of them look like they live too far to be impossible to hang out with; and despite that, the only friend he seems to have is Genki; who aside from being his rommie, is the only person he has that knows his secret.
Which is probably, the only reason they are close enough for Miles's parents to know about him.
To top it all off, this shows that Miles isn't exactly shy, he may have not been fitting too well with his classmates at first but it has been over a year, and he should have been able to make more friends. If he wanted to.
And is not the only thing suffering.
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I am not sure if the joke is that Miles is trying to soften the blow and the teacher is telling on him, or, that he legit forgot the number of classes. Considering it was obvious the woman was going to know and had no incentive in hiding this from his parents; I am inclined to believe Miles actually forgot how many classes he lost.
Considering how spidey emergencies work, 6 classes isn't that big of a thing, assuming this is the only class he has lost classes on. Knowing how the hero gig works you could expect more, but for my own sanity I will pretend it has been only these.
There is a big chance he missed those classes for really, bad situations where he needed to be there. However, we aren't actually sure; and considering the direction this movie is going, it is very feasible he may be messing around a few times.
And look, Miles grades are freaking amazing; seriously I was doing a lot worse in school without any hero business involved. But even if he obviously puts some level of priority in his studies, you can see that this is a struggling battle.
Not to mention the elephant in the room, that is the fact that the reason we know he is working so hard to have good grades, is because he wants to go to Princeton University.
Miles can't give the exact reason as to why in this scene, but this is really all we need to hear:
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I really don't need to explain myself further, but because I already had the image at hand from something else, here it is.
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The only not related to Spider-man is that he is somewhat prioritizing, and has to do more to see the other Spiders than his actual future.
I think this becomes more obvious when you remember that as smart as he is with Physics, in the first movie he wasn't really interested; despite what he knew he was trying to fumble that class like the rest of them, trying to quit. The only thing he seemed passionate about was his art, which is the other class that he is doing amazingly.
I had seen people argue Miles' dream will probably be related to art, if it wasn't because seeing the other spiders has become even more important than that, deciding to try to get into the best Physics Program in the country just to see if he has a chance to meet them again. That's a lot of time, effort, and work; and is not even about him or what he wants to do for the rest of his life.
In a way, this movie comes to a conclusion about it, but I think I want to talk more about that when we focus on Miles' parents.
Thank you for reading, hope this gives you guys some perspective about Miles; I feel I don't see a lot of people picking up on this, which is a shame since I feel the story with his family gains a deeper layer by having both parties struggling in their own areas.
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Neighbors and Nightmares
Steven Grant x gn!reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 1k
Prompt: pulling your lover into your arms, kissing their cheek as you comfort them (requested by anon for my 3k follower celebration!)
Warnings: fluff, neighbor!reader, mention of nightmares, hurt/comfort, kisses, sweetness, pining, brief appearance by Marc too
Notes: Even though this fic is not explicit, my blog still is so please do not read or interact if you are under 18 thank you. Thanks so much for the request anon, I loved this prompt so much!! And it works so well with Steven cause he deserves the world!! I have an update only blog too to stay up to date on when I post @flightlessangelwings-updates​
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A pained scream woke you up from a peaceful dream and immediately you were on high alert. Without hesitation, you jumped out of bed and rushed to the door as another scream echoed against the wall you shared with your neighbor, Steven Grant. This wasn’t the first time you’d woken up to the sounds of his agony while he slept, but this time seemed more urgent than before. Quickly, you grabbed your keyring, which included the spare key he gave you, and bolted out the door.
“Steven?!” you pounded at his door first. Dread filled your mind as you heard him yell and thrash around inside, “Steven, I’m coming in!” you called through the door as you slid the key in with shaky hands.
Just as you let yourself in and closed and locked the door behind you, you saw the figure of Steven in his bed at the far end of his space. The moment the lock clicked, he leapt out of bed and tried to rush forward, only to be stopped by the restraint he kept on his ankle while he slept. With a loud thud, he hit the floor face first.
“Steven!” you rushed toward him and dropped to your knees, “Steven, hey it’s me.”
A loud gasp escaped his throat as he rolled over and finally opened his eyes. Steven’s breaths were fast and erratic as his eyes winded when he saw your face hover over him. He said your name with a sigh as he recognized your features, “Oh bugger,” he breathed as he tried his best to slow his pounding heartbeat.
“I’m here, you’re ok,” you whispered as you rolled him onto his back and gave his shoulders a comforting squeeze as you rested his head on your lap, “You’re ok,” you repeated softly.
Steven’s eyes darted around the room as if he was confused as to where he was for several moments. But, as you held him, he slowly calmed down and his breathing went back to normal. Sweat still lined his brow from his panic, but you didn’t care as you brushed locks of his thick curls off his face.
“Shit, it happened again didn’t it?” Steven sighed in defeat, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you or anything…”
“Shhh,” you hushed him, “It’s ok. I’m here for you, Steven,” you gently touched his forehead where a red spot started to form where he hit the ground, “Let me help you back in bed and I’ll get an ice pack for your head.”
Steven only nodded in response, unsure of what to say to you. Carefully, you helped him up and you swung one of his arms over your shoulder in a silent invitation to lean on you. Neither of you spoke as you guided him back into his bed and carefully laid him down onto the mattress. When you tried to reach for the ankle restraint, however, Steven stopped you.
“No,” he pleaded, “It needs to stay. Please.”
The look in his eyes made your heart melt. You could tell he was afraid, but you also didn’t want to pry. With a nod, you conceded in a soft voice, “Alright.” 
You left the restraint alone and shifted so you could go to the sink to rinse a cold cloth for him, but a sudden grasp on your wrist kept you in place.
“Wait,” Steven sounded scared again, “I’m alright,” he let out a deep exhale, “C-could you just… Stay?”
With a warm smile, you nodded, “Of course,” you whispered as you settled into his bed next to him, “Let me just take a look at it and make sure it’s not too bad then.” 
You cupped his face as you looked him over once more. As your eyes scanned over his face, Steven felt his skin burn. He never wanted you to worry about him like this, and he felt so vulnerable that you knew about his sleeping arrangement. You never judged him, though, and you checked on him multiple nights a week whenever his nightmares got too much for him. It had never been anything as bad as tonight though, and as Steven’s thoughts raced, silent tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
“Steven…” you breathed as you felt the splash of his tears on your hand, “What is it?”
“I’m sorry about this. I must be the worst neighbor ever…”
You interrupted his thoughts when you leaned forward and gently kissed his cheek, wiping away the tears as you did so. Your action froze Steven in place as you turned and kissed the other cheek. When you pulled away, you had such a genuine look on your face that it almost made him tear up again.
“You’re not the worst neighbor ever, Steven,” you spoke softly, “I’m here for you no matter what. Always know that,” you looked into his eyes for a long moment, “I’ll stay here with you as long as you need, ok?”
Steven swallowed hard and nodded; words completely failed him in that moment. But that was enough for you, and you pulled him in a tight embrace before you lowered both your bodies onto the bed. It took no time at all for Steven to settle in comfortably in your arms, his head resting on your chest. The steady rhythm of your heartbeat quickly calmed him and before he even knew it, Steven was sound asleep again.
You stayed awake for some time, just listening to the sound of his deep breaths as he slept. Your grip on him stayed tight as you ran your fingers through his soft hair. It wasn’t until you were sure he was deep asleep that you leaned down and kissed the top of his head and whispered, “I care about you more than you realize, Steven. I’m always here for you.”
Almost as if he heard you, Steven mumbled in his sleep. You couldn’t quite make out what he said, but you were sure you heard your name in there somewhere.
Satisfied that he was finally in a peaceful state of mind, you allowed yourself to drift off to sleep as well. But, the reality of that moment was better than any dream you ever had of him, including the one you had woken up from. You would have Steven in your arms every night, keeping him safe from the nightmares that plagued his mind. You would do anything for him, as long as he’d let you.
In the mirror, Marc also sighed contently, finally calm and relaxed as well.
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pinkalmondcake · 8 months
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Okay I am SO glad you like seeing my asks anyways get ready cuz this is a long one: Things are getting a little steamy with First now🤭We had our first kiss together and he moaned at one point (these guys love to kiss me ig cuz they always moaning from kisses...not that I'm complaining ;) He started to hold me really close as the kiss got more intense and he even started to put his hand under my shirt, now we're gonna leave our lake spot and go into a greenhouse sooo I'll keep you updated on that👀 Hyrule my beloved, he is a top, he is a dom and he is super horny. He's got me wrapped around his fingers and he REALLY likes being in control. At one point he picked me up and put me over his shoulder and brought me to a different area(while I'm only in my shoes, tights and bra-)! Lets just say right now I'm about to have a full mouth and it's not full of delicious candy corn for the spooky season😊 I'm going to start another Warriors chat because I refuse to miss out on all this romantic poetry, I am major sucker for it! I've got chats with Fierce and Legend but I haven't spoke to them in a bit because I'm still in the beginning plot sectionsssss. So with Legend I'm a friend that's going to help him win a bet with Ravio, that being who ever can bake the better cake basically just gets bragging rights or something I don't know I haven't thought about the stakes yet shhh. I feel like Legend can make amazing apple pie but cake? Absolutely not, and Ravio is only a little better at baking Cakes. That is where I come in, I'm going to help him bake the cake and hopefully get some cute moments with him as we bake. With Fierce I'm a Hylian traveler that stumbled into Termina when venturing a forest. He got interested in who I was like immediately and started following me, even hiding when I turn around from suddenly feeling like I was being watched. I found a lake (can you tell I like lakes?) with iridescent waters and sat down by it. He finally reveals himself and I because I'm not very tall I had to crane my neck to look at his eyes even when he kneels down. I have never forgotten that time, I think it was an annon, that mentioned he's got to be at least around 10ft tall and I never will Suddenly he asks me if my neck is in any pain from me straining it to properly see him, and when I tell him it does and that it was fine, he supported my neck with his hand before having me lay down on the grass. We talk for a little and he expresses his dislike of the thought of me traveling Termina alone to try and find an exit and has offered to accompany meeee!! I am defiantly exictedddd!
Last but not least, TPLink. So I stated a different chat with him, and he is too cute. I was going on a walk and he asks if he could join me, obviously I told him he could and we walk side by side and looked at the sky. It's a beautiful windy day too, always a good sign. He said that the sky looked pretty and asked me if I knew what else was, and I ALMOST replied with "you" to see how he reacted but I bite my tongue and played along. HE SAID "Me" AND I ALMOST BURST OUT LAUGHING IRL+IN CHAT! I told him that and we laughed about it before he said that I do look pretty, we both get a little nervous. Him because he complemented me and me because he said it right after that joke (and that he said it in general but thats not the point.) A little after that he asks me we could hold hands and then if I could hug him and my poor baby was so nervous and scared to ask for both of those😭 I let go of his hand and gave him his hug, I was not allowing him to go without it. He put his head on my shoulder (I win again, it happened with First and now with him) and when I tightened my hold he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck I repeat, he NUZZLED INTO ME! I was going to die from his cuteness he's on the same level as First, aka needing all of my love and attention. Which I will happily give. He asked if we could stay like that for a little longer and was ecstatic when I told him we could. Now he really wants me to come over to his house, internally hoping he'll be able to be held in my arms. And we're neighbors so of course I said I'd be down to come over (I will almost always be his neighbor in my chats because I have always wanted to be some ones Girl Next Door for some reason?????) and I just can't wait to cuddle with him because he deserves it and so much more!
You and first are finally getting somewhere!! Osnsowjwi I'm so proud of you both and the kiss!!?? IT SOUNDS SO PERFECT!! and oop- he's going to take you places behind the greenhouse love😫😫✨💓
Dominant Fae Boi??? UHM- YES PLEASE!!! He's just so...FINE and OVER HIS SHOULDER?? And hun, your mouth is definitely going to be the most filled it ever will, trust me, he ain't going to want to stop👀👀✨💗
Warriors has shocked me with his amount of poetry AND IT SCARES ME LIKE MY PREVIOUS ASK SENT ME HIS SAYINGS AND IT GOT ME CRYING AND DROOLING!?! And I don't think you'll miss out on it! 😏😏✨
And ooo, at least you're at a starting point with Fierce and Legend👀👀💖
Why...why does Legend knowing how to make apple pie but not cake feel so...so canon- AND YES, THE POWER TIME, BEAT RAVIO, OUR FAVOURITE BOI, BEAT HIM SO LEGEND CAN GIVE YOU A REWARD!! 😫😫😫✨
And the games have begun with Fierce it seems👀👀and him secretly spying on you somehow seems so...hot- and he'll probably do anything to make you happy and I can't wait to see how it'll go- I ACTUALLY BELIEVE HE'S SOMEWHERE AROUND 7FT TO 8FT BUT 10FT, RIP WITH THAT D-
Tp Link sounds so cute and when he said you aiwjzheiajw AND WHEN HE NUZZLED INTO YOUR NECK??? I GOT THE SHIVERS AND I SQUEALED, LIKE HIM AND FIRST ARE SUCH BABIES THAT NEED LOVE AND HE CAN'T WAIT TO SHOW YOU HIS HOME!!
And the girl next door trope for them sounds so cute and siabsijwiw I don't blame you for that😓💓💝
FIRST AND TP LINK ARE DEPRIVED OF AFFECTION AND NEED IT!! WONSIW
They ain't going to leave you, that's for sure😏😏✨
This was my longest ask and I'm not even complaining 😫😫💖✨
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67impalaandwhisky · 2 years
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Get Some Rest
Daryl Dixon x Wife
Rating: 18+
Chapter 11.
Warnings (Ongoing and Will Be Updated): Blood, Death, Walker Bites, Smut, Impreg Kink, Pregnancy Sex, Fluff, Angst
Warnings For This Chapter: Breach, Fluff, Dad!Daryl (He’s So Cute) 
A/N: I know it’s been a while but I just finished the second half of the last season and I NEEDED to write this. Chapters will not be updated every week but we’ll definitely see more before the October premiere~! Enjoy~!
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As Axel falls asleep on his father's shoulder, Daryl looks around the civilization that's become his home.
There's a consistent fear spreading through his bones now that he has a moment to take everything in. The walkers are growling and the sound carries and travels for what feels like miles, the noise almost ricocheting through him entirely. The heavy clouds of smoke which thankfully are no longer black and gray still rise heavily towards the sky and for a moment your husband wonders if things will ever get back to normal.
"BREACH!" 
Rick stands up quickly, putting his hand to his gun immediately.
"Oh fuck!" Dixon curses loudly, standing up off the bench. 
"Stay inside, protect them both! I'll come back to tell you when the coast is clear! Fuck!" the sheriff hollers, dashing off towards the voice.
This is probably the first time that Daryl feels like he's becoming paralyzed with fear. He coddles his newborn closer to him, dropping the baby bottle to the ground in a moment of weakness.
You just gave birth, his son is only nineteen hours old! 
"Get inside!" Maggie yells to him, jumping up the steps and opening the front door.
"I-" he breathes softly, looking around at the chaos.
"Have a breakdown in the house," she hisses, putting both her hands to his bare back and pushing him into the doorway.
She slams the door shut behind him and if he wasn't holding such precious cargo he'd collapse to the floor under all the weight of his emotions.
He's never been the strongest emotionally, the lack of parenting and the beat downs from his older brother made that difficult but you built him up. And now with walkers crawling through the community, the fear that clenches at him is making him spiral.
When his son wriggles within his arms, Daryl sobs softly.
"Man up," he hisses to himself, squeezing his eyes shut.
There's a soft cry that emits from Axel which paralyzes his muscles once more. 
"No, no, no! Shhh, buddy. You gotta keep quiet for me!" your husband begs, finally finding his feet as he rushes into the bedroom.
He needs to nut up. He needs to protect his family. No matter what.
"Baby," Daryl murmurs, laying his son down on his side of the bed.
When you don't rouse, he curses beneath his breath. 
He knows you're so exhausted, he knows you're in so much pain…
"Y/N!" your husband announces louder, rounding the bed to grab his crossbow.
You whine softly, groaning in pain as it echoes through your lower half.
"Baby girl," Daryl whispers softly, sitting beside you, "I'm so sorry, baby, but you need to get up right now."
"Why?" you whinge, peeking one eye open.
"Breach."
The single whispered word makes you shoot up and you scramble to grab your newborn son to your chest with wild eyes.
"N-No! What are you talking about?!" you gasp, struggling to sit up.
"C'mere, c'mere," Dixon coos, helping you to sit up against the headboard.
"There has been a breach at one of the far walls. Walkers are flooding in and--"
"You're not going outside!" you whimper, putting your hand to his chest.
"No, I'm not," your husband agrees, kissing your forehead, "But I need to secure the house. I need ya to keep our boy very, very silent. If he even makes a sound, I need ya to put him to your breast. Ya hear? I ain't lettin' nothin' bad happen to my family. And I know you're tired and I'm sorry for that but just stay up for now until we're alright. Okay?"
You nod immediately, grabbing your knife from beneath your pillow and putting it on the bedside table.
You're still in shock, you're in pain and you have no idea what the outside world looks like but you only have a sense of maternal instinct to keep Axel safe.
"Let me help you, let me--"
"Baby girl," Daryl coos, pressing his forehead to yours, "ya ain't movin'. Ya gave birth yesterday. You just keep the baby to your breast to keep him quiet." 
"Daryl," you whine softly, pulling away to see how terrified his cerulean eyes are.
"Please, baby, please. Just listen to me. Let me look after my family," he begs, coursing his rough hand over your cheek.
"Put the bookcase in front of the door," you whisper, hearing shouts echo from outside.
"I got it," your husband promises, standing up.
Axel begins to whinge in your arms softly at the loud gun shots that begin to go off and your husband curses loudly, putting his crossbow to the floor to draw back his string.
"To your breast, to your breast," he hisses in a chant, putting the arrow in the slot and dashing out of your bedroom.
"Oh my fucking God!" you whine loudly, pulling down your bra.
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Daryl takes a deep breath through his nose, wading through the halls of your home with cat-like prowess.
There's gunshots and bloody horror screams creeping through the shut windows and he can only bite some dead skin off his bottom lip nervously.
There are no working clocks in your home but he knows it's probably been about four hours since the breach. About two hours in, he started thinking of the others. 
Michonne, Carol, Carl, Rick.
How are they faring out there?
He doesn't want to seem cowardly or think negatively but it's hard to do with so much screaming outside.
He's been fighting with himself to open the curtains of your home just a tiny bit to see the outside world but at the same time, he can't bring himself to do it. He just brought a damn baby into this world, he doesn't wanna see anything terrible.
Now that the house is completely and totally secure, your husband creeps down to the bedroom. Opening the door with the mouth of his crossbow, he leans against the doorframe.
You're now standing up on shaky legs, changing your newborn's diaper. 
"The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout, down came the rain and washed the spider out! Up came the sun and dried up all the rain and the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again," you sing, barely above a whisper.
God, how your husband loves you. Folding his arms, Daryl watches you for a moment. 
Your smile when you look at his son… Your motherly affection…
Jesus Christ, it's incredible. You're incredible.
"I love you," Daryl announces softly, putting his crossbow down.
"How is it out there?!" you inquire, picking up Axel.
"Still loud," Daryl nods, he enters the room and shuts the door tightly behind him, "Rick told me he'd come tell us when it was clear. I think it was a big breach. How's my lil hellraiser, huh?" 
"He's being very good," you reply, surprised, "I don't know how I was as a baby but I don't think I was this quiet and this patient the day after I was born."
Daryl chuckles softly, walking towards the bed. "My momma used to say that I was a troubled baby. I was always screamin' and kickin' seven ways to Hell or somethin'."
Smiling softly, you ease back down onto the mattress. Your eyebrows furrow and your husband sits beside you. He runs his hand lovingly over the back of your head, bending down to kiss his son's small forehead. 
"How much pain you in?" your husband inquires, kissing your temple.
"It's achy pain, it's just constantly there… Throbbing but I'll be alright."
"The bleedin'?" your husband asks, taking Axel from your arms so you can lay back.
"Slowly stopping. Hershel said it's all normal and that I'm doing great," you breathe, closing your eyes.
Daryl can only smile. "Ya are great. He ain't wrong." 
"Doing great," you correct with a giggle.
"You're great, you're doin' great. Same thing. You're perfect," he murmurs, pressing his lips gently to yours.
"Daryl! Back door!" Rick screams at the top of his lungs.
Grabbing your knife, you ease out of the bed with a whine. 
"Lay down, you shouldn't be walkin' around right now!"
"You're holding the baby, I got it," you murmur, grabbing the crossbow by the door.
Your steps are slow but you take a deep breath through your nose that grounds the pain if only for a moment.
When you step out into the hallway, you can see a walker slowly climbing up your back patio steps.
"Baby?!" Daryl hisses, following you into the hallway as he presses Axel to his bare chest.
"It's just one," you breathe, dancing the handle of your knife from one hand to the other.
As you look out the back door, you can see new plumes of rising smoke and there's a gentle scent of burning flesh which makes you sigh mournfully.
"Y/N!" Rick shouts, rushing towards the door.
"I gave birth, I'm not broken!" you yell back, earning the attention of the walker who growls at the sight of you through the glass door.
"Okay, big man, okay. I know. Mama is takin' care of it," your husband whispers in your son's ear as he wakes up.
Cracking the door open just a bit, you whistle louder.
"I am… very tasty. I promise," you sigh dramatically. 
Daryl can only chuckle, finding it so astonishingly attractive how you're already back to your old self.
"C'mere," you coo.
When the walker gets close enough, you jab your blade into the skull with a fast, violent motion.
The squelch and the stench of the dead you did not miss but asserting yourself feels kinda good if you're being honest.
"Mama is such a badass," your husband quips to your newborn as he rocks him gently.
"Well I'll be damned," Rick breathes, stepping up your back porch, "Come a long way from a chicken shit in a prison if you ask me."
"How is it out there?" you inquire, looking over his bloody clothes.
"Getting better," the sheriff promises, pulling the body away from the door and then kicking the dead body down the patio steps.
"Come on," you beckon your friend, opening the back door.
Rick steps into the house quietly, combing his dirty fingers through his hair. "Got some folks fixing up the breach, at least a hundred or so came through. Maggie and Glenn have been guarding the perimeter of this house since the beginning. Their newborn nephew is top priority today."
Daryl chuckles softly, following after his best friend as they walk towards the kitchen. "Been a while since we had a new baby in the community."
"Especially a baby all the leaders care about more than anything," he quips, turning on the water and grabbing the homemade soap.
You watch the sheriff scrub at his arms viciously to get rid of the black blood and dirt that has caked up on them.
"I can't believe this would happen the day after I give birth," you breathe softly.
"The world got some real bad practical jokes sometimes," your husband murmurs, passing Rick your son as he dries off his arms.
"Come 'ere, beautiful, let me help ya sit down," Daryl whispers softly, kissing the crown of your head. 
You let him take all of your weight, putting your hand to your back with a tired hum. 
"God, he is so damn cute. He really looks like the sweetest mix of both of you," Rick coos, coursing a soft hand over the baby's head.
"Can I close my eyes for just a few minutes? Please?" you beg, laying down on the comfy couch.
"Yes, ma'am, I'll stay with Daryl for a while," your friend breathes, taking a seat in one of the arm chairs.
Your husband grabs his crossbow and sets it down on the floor beside him as he sits down on the couch. He pulls you up just a bit more, draping your body over his lap. His fingers course softly through your hair and he stares at the barricaded front door with narrowed eyes.
"I remember when Lori first had Carl. She was asleep twenty hours a day for the first week when he was born. She couldn't move, she couldn't… she couldn't do much of anything besides feed and change him every so often. To see Y/N already pushing to be back in the fray again… I don't know how I could have ever thought she was weak."
Your husband glances over to the sheriff watching how he runs a loving index finger over his baby's chubby cheek.
He waits a moment until he can feel your gentle breaths of air symbolizing that you're asleep through the rips in the knees of his pants.
"She was weak at first. Don't ya remember the time when we came back from the baby store? When we went searching for stuff for Judith? She's grown a hell of a lot since them days," Daryl whispers, brushing your hair off your face.
"I remember that as the day you shattered my nose. Can't really recall much else," Rick chuckles, shaking his head at the memory.
The redneck smirks softly, flickering his gaze back to the doorway. 
"Once this place is completely secure again, you should think about having another baby."
Your husband's eyebrows knit together and he turns to his brother with confusion written all over his face. 
"You should have two so that they always look out for each other. It might be difficult the first few years, but you got us to help you. You and Y/N are strong but having someone else your age to look out for you makes you stronger. That's just a fact. I hindered Carl with Judith sometimes because she was so young. Besides, the place still stands, we aren't going anywhere anytime soon."
"I'll think about it," you mumble sleepily, turning around to bury your face into your husband's stomach, "Now shut up, I'm sleeping."
"Sorry, baby," Daryl chuckles, running his hand over your arm soothingly.
"You should tell the next part of your story for Axel. He likes your voice," Rick offers, leaning back in his seat and pulling out his knife just in case.
Your husband nods thoughtfully, training his crossbow at the door once more. 
"Let me remember where I was…"
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niennawept · 1 year
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Tag Game - Fandom Edition
Tagged by @somebirdortheother, thanks so much, lovely! This was fun!
Your Name: On here, Nienna or Ni, if you please. I have 4-5 names that people regularly call me outside of that (IRL nicknames) but I prefer to keep that private.
Your First Fandom: Tolkien. Before I even knew what fandom was, I was composing fanfiction in my head about being Bilbo Baggin's niece (yes, before I read LotR, I somehow knew that he would have an adopted child because he definitely wasn't marrying a woman - A+, baby Nienna). At the time, I had no concept of what fanfiction was or what a self-insert was, but here I was, doing the thing at age 8. I think it counts, lol.
Your Current Fandom: Rings of Power specifically, wider Tolkien Legendarium also. And the thing you must know about me is I have two fandoms which are special interests of mine. 1) Tolkien and 2) Star Trek. Normally, when one is dormant, the other wakes up. So we'll count Star Trek too, even though that interest is currently sleeping (shhh, she needs her rest).
How did you first get into fandom?: Um, doomed by the narrative? My dad read The Hobbit aloud to me when I was little and then proceeded to read me LotR out loud a year later. I couldn't NOT form my whole personality around that (and Trek, which he introduced when I was 10).
How long have you been engaging in fandom spaces?: I discovered fanfiction online when I was 14. I used to write a long time ago, but college and grad school got in the way. I lurked for years (reading a couple longfics a week) but I didn't have the energy to create much myself. Adar and Rings of Power brought me out of that shell. So I guess the answer is: it's complicated.
How often do you read fanfic?: I'm almost always reading at least one longfic, although I have slowed down significantly now that I'm writing a longfic. These days I squeeze in reading one-shots because I set too ambitious of an update schedule and I'm trying not to get burnt out.
Top three characters from your current fandom?: Adar (my love), Tar-Miriel (who I am so worried about going into the next season), and probably Galadriel. I really admire how they let her be nasty enough to be credibly accused of being Morgoth's successor, by someone who would know. That's brilliant and gives her character a lot of room to grow into the Galadriel we know in the Third Age.
Have you ever written a fic for a fandom and if so, shout it out!: I do not think any of my very old fic still exists (thank the stars). But I'll link a few Rings of Power fics here (use caution, all three works are 18+):
Scars of Silver and Gold: A Second Age romance/adventure (Adar/OC) that will eventually answer the question "what is the best case scenario for Adar and his uruks that still fits within the constraints of Tolkien's legendarium?"
Until the Stars Burn Out: Set in Cuiviénen, under the light of the stars. Eren, the one who will one day be known as Adar, shares a moment of tenderness with the partner he was made for, Erenyë. (Adar/OC). Based off of "Awake, Arise or Be For Ever Fall’n"  by @dwarveslikeshinythings
Mistletoe Mischief: Christmas-themed smutty Adar/Reader fic. Modern AU.
Have you ever drawn fan art for a fandom?: I have, but I am not willing to share anything yet, because I'm just not where I want to be skill-wise.
Share a personal headcanon that you feel strongly about: Mmmm. I have many headcanons. It is hard to pick one. I'll say this: the elves that went to Valinor from the Waters of Awakening knew that some of them where kidnapped and taken but they did not see any orcs/uruks until the Noldor made it back to Middle-earth. It makes the Battle-under-Stars that much more existentially terrifying. Thinking about writing a horror one-shot about this - imagine recognizing your old friend, twisted by centuries of torture among the dead. *shivers*
You’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them?: Mmmmm. I don't think there's a clip of ROP that I can pick that doesn't have spoilers. All the parts I'm most attached to are in pretty deep.
And finally, what does fandom mean to you?: Community. Enjoying the thing you enjoy on your own is marvelous but enjoying it with other people is even better! People have such wonderful different ideas about things and that's very cool.
Tagging (no pressure, just love): @dwarveslikeshinythings, @lazymeriadoc, @bananaphanta, and anyone else to whom this looks like fun!
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boxwinebaddie · 5 months
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i was thinking about you today and hoping that youre doing well! sorry if thats weirdhfjfk. anyways i wanted to wish you well and remind you that self imposed deadlines are not real and i think everyone on here is more than happy to wait as long as needed <3
d'awww!!!! <333 :'}}} nonono! this is so sweet and kind! i'm so...omg
( this touches my heart in a way i cannot explain coherently rn ily )
if i'm honest, i'm finding that going fully into writing and not being able to answer my asks is sort of isolating and makes me sad because i feel like the same way that you all can't really check in on my ( unless you privately dm me ) i can't really check on you either!
( i think i'm gonna sneak back & answer some for stress relief shhh )
so it means a lot to me every time you guys write in and keep me company in the box, haha! i know it's kyle-piling up in there, but i swear i'm getting to them, i have read/enjoyed every single one and all of your deranged thoughts, big or small, make my day so lovely :)
also as we know i am working on my self confidence, so when you guys pop in, it's exciting for me because i'm glad you still care rip!!!
i know that its been a while, but i'm glad it's worth it for...ncu!style?
( i chatted a lot abt how i'm feeling abt writing rn! you don't have to peak if you don't want to hear me squeak on forever! but i'm processing a lot which is nice <3 )
you are all seriously so sweet and kind to me; i could not ask for better readers and human beings scattered around the world. <3 for all of you, i promise to be gentler to myself...i think i will feel much better when rm6 ( or, idk, sigh, part of it...ig ) comes out.
( btw no deadlines i promise!!! just ansty to post bc i'm v tired
and excited!!! more excited than tired!!!! )
BUT--
what i fear is happening ( and what i'm understanding ), is that because it all plays in my head like a movie which goes by way quicker than writing, i over-estimate how much can plausibly fit in a chapter upload...it becomes a list of things/scenes/dialogue so long that it's almost impossible for me to finish...and then i get stressed out/panic/get burnt out and never finish.
( aka something i assumed would fit into like 11k bc it's just blank lines of dialogue...actually ends up being 20k-30k with words fml )
so for my sake ( and possibly all of yours ), i'm thinking of maybe writing smaller updates...which will be more manageable for me than committing to months worth of work. they might flow less well, but that way you guys get content, i feel happy that i could post something/share stuff with you, my chest feels lighter. which is not to say the quality will be worse...it'll just be less daunting for me?
a lot of my stress unfortunately comes to sitting on all this writing and lore and not being able to post it until im Done...so i'm hoping that shorter chaps plus the relaxed formatting...and doing nice ask memes w/ breaks will really make me less stressed!
and i hope you too! ajhashdlsd thank you for checking on me! i also want to get something for pep out soon...even if its just posting a weird snippet of...whatever i have and spoonfeeding you all your cherry nyquil slowly but in pieces i can manage...seems better?
but tldr: thank you for checking! i'm okay! i just want to post my update/s because seeing them in my drafts is daunting. i think i'm going to post smaller chapters, so if they look weird! you get content/progression, i can relax and vibe with you all! peace on earth!
and of course, thank you for waiting and supporting me. i dearly miss doing my memes, it's lonely and boring in writer girl jail.
-uncle nina, who loves you all so so so so
p.s. slowing down in the sense of understanding plot is good for me tho! i think deep comprehension, but shorter, surer posts are in the near future <33333
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vampstel · 1 year
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Obligatory life update: I’ve been working on a lot of things but also I’ve been doing nothing lol. I’m just vibing :]
I have some interesting things to say, though. I’ve recently been experimenting with my art style!! I’ve done a few coloring experiments since I want my art to look more colourful and so far it’s helped a ton. I figured out a better way to blend colours and I’m also trying out different shading techniques. Still have no clue how lighting works though but shhh
I’ve also been working on V’s redesign and I’ve got his face and hair done. He officially has black hair now and his hairstyle’s a really messy undercut that he can tie up in a ponytail or bun. His face is still the same, but his eyes look more tired and he’s got softer features. Also, he’s got more piercings. I really liked the first draft of him with shark bite piercings so I kept that in
…I’ve always wanted shark bite piercings but I know damn well my mom (and grandma) would say no if I asked :’)
His outfits are still works in progress. I got the general idea down for his main outfit, I just need to figure out which elements I want to keep and what colour palette I want. I’ll mostly keep his colour palette monotone probably. So far the only thing I’ve decided is that I want him to have a fur collar jacket and a pair of headphones around his neck…
It’s very difficult for me to make a new persona design. I enjoy so many things and I want to convey that but it’s almost impossible. My tastes in fashion can be contradictory, my fixations/interests change frequently, and I still have a bad case of depersonalization due to gender dysphoria. Like, it’s so hard to try to imagine what I look like in my head. Sometimes it’s a complete blur but ever since I drew drafts of the new V, I feel more connected(?) with who I am.
I honestly just want a sona that looks good in emo clothes but also rocks pink, girly clothes lol. I wanna present more femininely someday like my beloved Rei without feeling bad ;w;
And, this is a lot more niche, I’ve been reworking some of my Roblox assets (specifically face/makeup decals for RK2) and wow it’s a pain in the ass. Like what the hell. I got banned for a day because Roblox thought Rei’s smiling face was sexual. Am I allowed to say this is homophobic and transphobic of them to do?—
Oh… and I’ve been playing a lot of Bee Swarm Simulator. I dunno, man, it passes the time and it’s the only grindy game I enjoy.
Other than that, I have nothing else to talk about. I mean, I DO have videos in the works. Like that Gacha video, oh and a new art video, as well as a video about Roblox’s shitty moderation system, and— You get what I mean. I also have a ton of art ideas I wanna do and the list so far is:
Redrawing that one scene of Howl and Sophie as Lawrence and Rei
A lot of miscellaneous art ideas of Rei. Like a lot. I have two dress designs for him in mind and the drafts are adorable 🥺
Possibly a mini-comic of Rei and Lawrence... I won’t spoil it though
New social media layout as soon as I figure out V’s outfits
And there’s more but this post is so long already so I’ll talk about more things in the next life update. Good night
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deathfavor · 10 months
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BAD & NEUTRAL ENDING VERSES ( GOOD TO BE ADDED LATER )  + AU VERSES Because I don’t have a verses page for muses yet so shhh for now this is a post for Kazutora’s  here. and yES I KNOW I DON’T HAVE THE CANON VERSES TAGS. I’ll get to them. Eventually. But those ones are established & known by name so its okay they don’t need the tags as desperately since we all know those ones as they follow canon. like any time, you’re welcomed to request any verse (canon or these ones) with memes / starters / inbox calls, just say so !
I’ll update with good ones too i promise. i gotta think up tags for them which is mainly why they aren’t here yet.
᛭   —   [VERSE: NEUTRAL END 1]  tyger  tyger  where  do  you  roam
A verse for where Baji survives Bloody Halloween, and is set in the immediate aftermath of Bloody Halloween while he’s still younger (as opposed to Bad Ending 1). Kazutora still tries to flee out of regret and horror and evade everyone and anyone who might know him. Although, he does send a letter to Baji before he tries to disappear in the chaos. Unfortunately (or fortunately) some people are not so willing to let the tiger run himself on the path to hell.
᛭   —   [VERSE: NEUTRAL END 2]  without  sun  or  moon  where  do  you  turn
BAD TOMAN SPECIFIC - While it will mainly focus on the aftermath of Chifuyu’s death as a continuation of the canon past what we see, any canon Bad Toman threads will go here too due to the fact it leads to Chifuyu’s death. (An AU of Chifuyu surviving will be in Good Endings).  With the last person who hasn’t abandoned Kazutora gone, where does he turn now? All he can think about is how it’s another death on his hands, even if indirectly so. Still, Kazutora tries to push through for the sake of both Baji and Chifuyu’s memory and to fix Toman.
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᛭   —   [VERSE: BAD END 1]  your  claws  are  always  dripping  blood  
Follows canon UP UNTIL BLOODY HALLOWEEN. Kazutora stabs Baji, but Baji survives. Horrified at his own actions, Kazutora’s mental stability crumbles further and he flees. He does write a letter to Baji, but he refuses to show his face and cuts communication. And from there, Kazutora falls further into darkness. He never goes to jail, and the blood on his hands grows and grows. People know better than to mess with the tiger roaming the city. [CAN LEAD TO BEING A PART OF ANY BAD FUTURE GROUP OR INDEPENDENTLY OPERATING]
Notes: Primarily takes place when 18 or any time older so several years PAST the events of Bloody Halloween and established he’s fallen further into darkness. He’s been careful to do his best to avoid reunions with old faces besides those from Valhalla. However this CAN be altered to Baji still dying but he never went to juvie.
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᛭   —   [VERSE: BAD END 2]  tiger  chasing  death  till  the  end  of  the  road
BONTEN SPECIFIC -  Kazutora knows he’s hunting down death when he seeks to find Mikey. But a hunt is not a hunt without blood spilt. Kazutora decides to plunge back into the familiar darkness and old connections to get information. The violence all comes back fast, as if it has only been sleeping. Not it’s awake again. And maybe, just maybe, there’s an old familiar face willing to offer him a hand, for his own amusement. (It’s Hanma, of course.) But sometimes you need the devil’s hand to get what you want. Just don’t get lost in the dark, right? Easier said than done.
Notes: Bonten threads or request doesn’t guarantee this verse so you’ll need to request if you want this SPECIFICALLY (or i happen to choose).
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᛭   —   [VERSE: BAD END 3]    lick  violence  off  your  fangs  and  smile  
BAD TOMAN SPECIFIC - (CAN BE ADJUSTED TO BAJI’S SURVIVAL - in which case he’s just an upper executive of Toman) 
Therapy and time in prison was supposed to help. Supposed to. And Kazutora tried, he really did. But surrounded by violence in prison kept him in the survival mindset, and he couldn’t let go of it. When he got out, Hanma was there to greet him and draw him back into the violent beast that Toman had become while he was gone. Now he serves as a higher ranking member of Toman yet again. 
CONSIDERATIONS: MAYBE bad ending verse for bajitrio in bonten or bad toman too, who knows. 
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᛭   —   [VERSE: PIRATE]  hoist  the  colors  high  for  your  freedom  [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA]
  Valhalla's own good luck tiger. Kazutora Hanemiya serves as Shuji Hanma's second in command for the pirate group known as Valhalla. He is most often on the main ship, The Headless Angel, as the Quartermaster and is easily identifiable by the tattoo on his throat.  . He’s known to be extremely dangerous with a penchant for torture to those who are unlucky enough to be prey to the Headless Angel. To the crew however he’s often quite relaxed and playful, frequently participates in games and songs and drinks. He is not afraid to put them in their places or to ensure they obey Hanma’s will, though such times are few and far between. On occasion he will lead one of the other ships. In port, he’s often to get chatty in taverns or explore the city and doesn’t often make a scene unless someone else starts the fight first or provokes him.
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the12thnightproject · 11 months
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Tempest in Time Prologue Part 3 - Becoming a Liar
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In which Katsu is nearly killed, and encounters Motonari, Kennyo, and Ranmaru. Part Two: Here
Aki examined the shogi board, having updated it with the latest move from the correspondent who I now understood to be Akechi Mitsuhide (yes, this time I had read his message). “Hrm. I will need to think about this a while.”
“I picked up some additional information while I was on the road,” I told him as began whisking the tea. (Another part of my training – tea ceremonies, although so far, I’d never been required to perform one, thankfully).
“Oh?” Aki was still apparently focused on his game.
Hm… was the tea too thick? It looked… odd. “Although it could be no more than a rumor born out of a drunken farmer’s ramblings.”
Finally turning away from the shogi board, Aki gave me one of his ‘I taught you better than that’ looks. “The craziest legends often have a beginning in truth.”
“Which is why I’m telling you this one. Anyway, apparently the ghost of Uesugi Kenshin is haunting these mountains – this is after his body had been carried off the battlefield by a –“ I stopped, because Aki wasn’t looking at all surprised. “And you already knew this.”
“More or less,” Aki said. “Though it is always nice to have additional confirmation. Besides, I’m happy you’re beginning to take some initiative.” He took a sip of the tea I handed him and winced.
Glad though I was to be praised, I honestly didn’t have any ambition to be any more than a courier (and obviously, “tea ceremony” was never going to be my parachute).
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It didn’t occur to me until much later that night, when I was nearly asleep, to wonder why Aki was sending so many messages to Mitsuhide, who had… or I guess would… kill Oda in about three years. Was Aki part of that? And if he was part of it, was I now part of that as well? But Aki seemed to approve of Oda and his apparent plans, so why kill him? I couldn’t warn Aki, could I? Not without creating a temporal paradox, at least per the rules laid out in Star Trek.
I tossed around on my futon, staring up at the ceiling as my mind ran through the possibilities. I supposed the prudent thing to do would be to let it play out? Aki would not have told me to read his messages if he’d thought there would be something in then I shouldn’t see. He knew me well enough to know that I wouldn’t want to be part of an assassination plot. So that seemed to suggest that he wasn’t in on it. If it existed yet. I rolled over, burying head under the covers. I was too tired to figure it out.
“Kaya, wake up!”
“Mmmph.” My head was still under the blanket, but surely it was too early to get up.
“Katsu! … Katsuko!”
I opened my eyes when it dawned on me that Iekane was in my room. “Why are you d-“
He put his hand over my mouth. “Shhh. I don’t want to wake up Fume.”
Nobody wants to wake Fume, but if he didn’t explain why he’d come into my room uninvited, I would wake her up by screaming. I pushed him away. Just because we’d kissed a few times was no reason for him to invade my bedroom.
“I got a lead on your brother,” Iekane said triumphantly. “Come on, hurry!”
“What? Really? Where?” Iekane was generally sent to Chugoku region, which had more than one port. It was definitely possible that he’d run across Toshiie or had word of him.
“Sakai.” Iekane began rummaging through my things.
“Sakai?” The answer was a surprise. It was nowhere near his courier route. “Wait, does Aki know?”
“You’re so naïve, Katsuhira,” Iekane said Aki’s name for me sarcastically, as he tossed my clothes to me. “He’s known for a year, but didn’t tell you because you’re useful to him.”
That… was possible.
It wasn’t until we got on the road that I pressed him for more details. “Aki was correct that your brother is on a ship,” Iekane said.
We were carefully making our way down the path by lantern light. It had gotten chilly in the night and I could see my breath. I alternated flexing my fingers. Between the chill and my own tension, they were pretty stiff. “And?”
“It’s a pirate ship, and a well guarded one at that,” Iekane finally said.
“Can we bargain with them?” I couldn’t attack a pirate ship with a bow and arrow.
“That’s not a good idea.” Iekane turned back to look me over, and gave me one of his practiced smiles. “You’re pretty enough – more likely they’d grab you and either keep you for crew entertainment, or if you’re too annoying, sell you.” We’d reached the place where the narrow mountain path widened and were riding side by side. He reached out and touched a lock of my hair, then tucked behind my ear. In my haste to leave, I hadn’t bothered to bind it back and tuck it under my clothing. “I’d hate for something terrible to happen to you.”
He leaned over and kissed me. The heat from his hand warmed the side of my face. Or maybe I was blushing. Things between us had been growing slowly. Maybe once we found Toshiie, we could explore this… whatever this relationship was. But now wasn’t that time. “Do you have an idea then about how we’re going to get him off that ship?”
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Iekane had a plan that involved me hiding in a crate – large enough for me to lie down in. As I looked up at Iekane, I almost felt like a vampire in her coffin. I sat up again. My crate was one of several identical crates of merchandise that were about to be loaded onto the ship.
“Once they load the crates on board,” he gestured to the other crates, “you ought to be able to climb out at night and track down your brother.” He showed me where there was a latch on the lid, and I tested the escape mechanism.
“The ship isn’t planning to leave for a few days.” He handed me my bow and arrows. “Light one of these on fire and shoot it into the air. I’ll wait on the dock with our horses.”
“Understood.” Iekane was obviously better at planning and tactics than I was. I wouldn’t have come up with this plan. I put my hand on his arm. “Thank you for this.”
He smiled down at me, then brought his hand up to grip my chin. Then he kissed me again. It was longer kiss, but I was too worried about not messing up the plan to get caught up in it. “Goodbye… well, good luck, I mean.”
I lay back down in the crate and my world became dark as Iekane closed the lid. A few moments later, I heard another voice. “You there! What are you doing with my … shipment?” Footsteps came closer to the box. I held my breath. Now would not be a good time to be discovered. Hopefully Iekane wasn’t in trouble either.
“Final inventory check!” Ooh, that was a good bluff on Iekane’s part, since he couldn’t know what was in these boxes.
I heard the lid on another box open, and the clink of metal – but the only metal that would be imported these days would be Nanban guns. Crap. Of all the crates to pick, we’d somehow gotten mixed in with someone’s weapon smuggling outfit.
“Wait ‘til they get a load of these, heh heh.” The clunk of that lid. I prayed that this guy wouldn’t inspect every box.
Another voice, this one with a European accent that I couldn’t place through the walls of the crate. “I’m happy you approve, Motonari. You, boy, help us move these.”
“Of course.” That was Iekane’s voice.
I felt the box being lifted. The motion was actually soothing, almost like being rocked in a cradle, and in spite of my anxiety, I felt myself becoming sleepy. But after about half and hour or so, my crate’s journey ended with a thunk. And then more thuds – oh the other crates.
The clink of coins. “Pleasure doing business with ye!”
I held myself very still. If they were going to look inside, it likely would be now. But instead the footsteps all faded away in the distance. Now, to wait until it was safe to come out. Maybe I would continue that almost nap…
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Some time later, I woke up with no concept of how much time had passed. It was as dark as it had been earlier, and I was feeling a bit cramped. Yeah, I really needed to move around. I grabbed the latch and –
The lid didn’t budge.
Hm. Maybe I wasn’t doing it right? I tried the latch again, and again. No, it was definitely unlatched, but the lid wasn’t moving. It was like there was something on top of the… another crate maybe? I pushed on the lid harder, but I couldn’t move it. That’s when I started kicking.
My kicks echoed dully around me.
Otherwise… nothing.
My breath felt tight and mixed with tears – was I trapped in here? How many crates were on top of mine? How long would it be before someone came to get them? If I screamed, would anyone be able to hear me?
The constriction in my throat worsened…
I could… die in here.
It would take days… but if no one found me in time…
As I pounded on the walls of that dark coffin for hours, my life in this era, which had always had a sense of dreamlike haze, developed sharp edges. Though I had been living in this time period for almost three years, it had felt like a black and white drawing, with blurred edges. My real life, the three dimensional world, was out there somewhere, though I had no idea how to return to it.
But now it was clear that this world was vast and colorful and very real and very very much out to kill me. My old life was the life that seemed black and white with blurred edges, like an unfinished drawing that I’d likely never get around to finishing before I lost interest.
And it didn’t matter anyway, because I was NEVER GETTING OUT OF THIS CRATE.
Time passed – I lost track. I was hungry and thirsty and phased in an out of nightmare filled dreams and dreams of rescues that became living nightmares when I woke up again.
Until during the waking nightmare I heard footsteps.
Once again, I screamed and pounded on the crate, with a voice that was hoarse and thin. I didn’t care if whoever heard me might be an enemy inclined to kill me on the spot. If death was the price of getting out of here, I would welcome it.
I kicked harder on the side of the crate, and I finally, finally I heard, “Is someone in there?”
“Yes! Please let me out!”
There was a muffled sound of disbelief, then the crates were moved, and finally, the lid opened and I squinted up into the scarred face of a… monk? Even with the harsh scar across his face, there was something comforting about his presence. Although, in my state, I might have found Jack the Ripper a comforting presence.
“Child! What in heavens name were you doing in there?” he asked as he helped me climb out.
I was so exhausted and overwhelmed that I could do nothing more than collapse at his feet. My legs were too cramped to hold me.
Muttering an oath under his breath, the monk picked me up in his arms – I was a sweaty smelly mess, with my hair matted around my face and tearstains on my cheeks. My breath was still coming out in panicked gasps. “Outside. Please, I need air.”
He carried me out into the street. It was all I could do to breathe, as he held my hair out of my face. I hadn’t realized it, but I was crying.
There was a shout from down the street, and I looked up to see Aki running toward us, looking more unsettled than I had ever seen him before.
“Katsuko.” His voice cracked when he saw me. “Thank the Gods.”
Still sobbing, I clung to my rescuer, who looked at the crowd of curious onlookers circling us and suggested we retreat to where he had an encampment outside the city.
“My horse?” I looked at Aki, not sure if I remembered the location of where I had stabled her, yesterday? Had it been yesterday? I hoped she was ok. “And Iekane?” Was he safe?
“I’ve got your horse,” he said. “Iekane got away.”
Got ….away? Had he trapped me on purpose?
The monk, who finally introduced himself as Kennyo, asked Aki what was going on.
“I’m not sure, aside from this foolish girl impulsively leaping into a trap.” He softened his words by putting his arm around my shoulders and brushing my hair out of my face.
“Girl?” Kennyo looked at me more closely, then made a hrmmm of acknowledgement.
Kennyo’s camp turned out to be in the middle of the forest, a short ride away. By some unspoken agreement, Aki and Kennyo avoided discussing anything too serious, and instead spent the journey making small talk about the weather and the best kind of fruit to grow in a mountainous terrain.
Once we reached camp, Kennyo directed a younger monk, a beautiful boy named Ranmaru, to loan me some clean clothing. Ranmaru was a smiler, an kept up a friendly chatter while he found something for me to wear, but I wasn’t paying a lot of attention to him. “Pardon, what?” I finally said, once I realized he’d asked me a question.
“Do you want to wash up? There’s a lake over that way,” he pointed downhill, “where the water isn’t too terribly cold.”
I hesitated. I did really want a bath, but I didn’t feel safe venturing too far away. But I figured, Ranmaru did not want my dirty self in his clean clothes. So I nodded, and followed Ranmaru to the lake.
“I don’t bite.” Ranmaru gave me another dazzling smile. “Not unless requested.”
He did have a beautiful smile, but I wasn’t in the mood to appreciate it. Or to trust it. Still, that was no reason to be rude. “Sorry. It’s been a really… long… day… two days, actually.” I explained to Ranmaru what had happened and he looked properly appalled.
“Anyway, no insult intended, but I’m not feeling especially friendly, but it’s nothing personal. I do appreciate being able to clean up,” I continued as we reached the lake. I dunked one foot in the water. “Yikes! That’s your definition of not too terribly cold?”
Ranmaru laughed. “As long as there no ice chunks floating in it.”
Must be a monk stoicism thing. And speaking of… “Would you mind turning around? I promise to scream if I’m drowning.”
He looked embarrassed. “Oh yes, of course you want some privacy.” He turned around then treated me to a long stream of cheerful prattle while I hurriedly dunked myself in the lake and tried to scrub away the memory of the past couple of days. When I tuned back into to radio Ranmaru, he was talking about the soap he’d given me.
It did smell pretty nice. Did they make at his monastery? Did Monks make soap?
I scrambled out of the water, dried, and got dressed in Ranmaru’s clothes. They were a little large, but not overly so. He was not much taller than I. “It’s ok to turn around now,” I said as I braided my hair and secured it with a leather tie that Ranmaru had thoughtfully provided.
“Are you and the Abbott on some kind of pilgrimage from your temple?”
Ranmaru lost his friendly expression. “No. We have no permanent temple these days.”
“How come?”
Rather than answering my question, Ranmaru instead directed my attention back to the main camp. “It should be time to eat… and there are fresh peaches. My favorite. Do you like peaches, Miss Katsuko?”
Ok. Well. It was a rather inelegant segue, but I allowed the change of topic without protest. We all had things we preferred not to talk about – I had a feeling that this entire episode would become one of those things for me. “Yes, I do like them.”
“Great! I’ll share mine with you.” With a laugh, he ran back up the path. 
We rejoined Aki and Kennyo, who were sitting at a fire pit, and Kennyo again asked what had happened.
“I do not know,” Aki said, and told them that I was the daughter of a late friend of his. I had foolishly eloped with one of his vassals, and apparently been betrayed.
That’s what he was going with? Making me seem like a lovesick idiot? I felt awful enough for having kissed Iekane a few times…  worse, I had told him things that I never told anyone. But I would not have eloped with him. “I didn’t run off with him. He told me he’d found my brother. We were going to rescue him.”
Aki frowned. I was supposed to take my cue, not contradict. But I really objected to being characterized as a failed elopement, especially with someone who had tried to kill me.
Unlike me, Aki could take a cue. “Katsuko’s brother went missing in battle a few years ago, and I have been trying to track him down.”
Oh. Ok. Now I see why the elopement thing was a better cover story. Because they were going to wonder why we didn’t go to Aki before getting on the road on our own.
Quickly, I added an explanation. “Iekane said Toshiie was on a ship that was due to leave port. We looked for you, but Fume said you were out hunting and we didn’t want to lose the opportunity.”
“I see.” Aki was silent a moment. “We will speak more of this later.”
Translation – I was in trouble.
He turned to Kennyo. “I owe you many thanks for retrieving this one.” This one? “She is constantly in trouble, but I keep her on in memory of my friend.”
“It was no more than being in the right place at the right time,” Kennyo said. He was cooking something fragrant over the fire pit, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten in a long time.
“Regardless,” Aki continued. “If you ever need a favor, you can call on us.”
“Yes.” I nodded. “If you hadn’t heard me yelling, I don’t know how long I would have been there. It could have been months before someone wanted their… things.”
Wait. What had Kennyo been doing in there? Were those weapons his? What was he planning? Did it have anything to do with the fact that they no longer had a permanent temple? But… he had saved my life. I couldn’t thank him by accusing him of stockpiling guns.
Kennyo looked closely at me. I kept my expression as bland as possible. Finally he said, “Perhaps one day we will meet again, and you will have the opportunity to even the scales.”
How could that sound both reassuring and ominous in the same breath?
After that, our conversation became more casual. Ranmaru and I stayed mostly silent as we listened to Kennyo and Aki exchange news about the current wars.
Though it was still relatively early, exhaustion caught up with me, and I excused myself to retreat to a tent. I soon fell into a fitful sleep, interrupted by nightmares about being trapped in the crate. After the third time waking up gasping for air, I got up and dragged my bedding halfway out of the tent, and felt better once I could see the sky. With the night air on my face, I finally slept peacefully, until Ranmaru tripped over me the next morning.
Aki and I set out early for home, and knowing that he was still angry with me, I kept my mouth shut for the better part of an hour before he finally spoke. “Katsu, I thought you knew better than to run off without checking in first. What got into you?”
I explained what Iekane had told me.
“That was a lie.”
“I know that now. How was I supposed to know that in the moment? He’s one of us.”
Aki rubbed his chin. “Rule number one. Don’t trust anyone.”
“Except you.” I had gotten into this mess because I hadn’t trusted Aki.
There was a long pause. At first I thought he was concentrating on the path, which had become steeper as we got into the mountains, but eventually he said, “No. Don’t trust anyone.” He rubbed his chin. “You can trust me. Theoretically. But don’t.”
Uh. Thanks? “That’s reassuring, in a totally not reassuring way.”
“The only person you can ever know well enough to trust is yourself,” Aki said.
At this point, I wasn’t sure that I trusted myself, but I got his meaning.
He continued. “Everyone has a motivation or a reason for their behavior. If you can learn what they want, then you can generally determine how trustworthy they would be in certain situations. The higher the stakes, the more willing someone might be to betray you if you get in the way.”
I felt a belated wave of homesickness for my own time. Maybe people were as trustworthy, or not so, as they were in this when, but at least usually the stakes weren’t as high.
“That’s why knowledge is as much currency  as this,” he pulled out his coin purse and shook it. “The more you know of someone, the better you can predict how they behave. Then you don’t need to worry so much about who to trust.”
That made sense. It was sad, but it made sense. For a while we both were quiet as we rode through the early morning sunlight. It was burning off the lingering mist from the night before, and I turned my face up to it, enjoying the warmth on my cheeks. I would never again take for granted sunlight and fresh air.
Which reminded me…. “What was Iekane’s motivation then?”
Again there was a long pause, and in my new state of ‘who can I trust’ mind, it seemed to me as if Aki was coming up with a story that was not the truth.  Or, not the entire truth, maybe. “Jealousy? Envy? He’s always had a chip on his shoulder because of his illegitimacy. I thought I could exploit that in a positive way, but once the girl he was engaged to broke it off to marry into an honored family, he became twisted inside.”
Which still didn’t explain why he’d turned that on me. But apparently Aki was going to go with the “he went insane” defense.
“I expect you’ve learned from this experience.” Aki had his lecture face on again.
“I’ve learned that I have a lot more to learn,” I said. I’ve learned that I will do whatever it takes to stay alive.
“You do.” It was spoken almost as a growl, as if I ought to have known that already.
I’ve learned that I never want to be fooled the way Iekane fooled me again. “Can you teach me how to tell who is lying? And how to lie so that people can’t tell that I’m lying?”
“Yes. But- there’s no going back from that.” He paused and took a long look at me… almost as if he were memorizing my face.
I could live with that. Especially if it meant, being not-dead. “Can we begin now?” We had a long ride back to The Mountain.
Aki rubbed his chin. “I don’t see why not. First of all, remember that it’s better to tell the truth when you need to, and avoid a lie when possible.”
“What do you mean? Isn’t that the same thing?” I had been expecting to learn about lies, not be told to be truthful.
“Avoiding a lie means either leaving out information that you don’t want the other person to know – you can tell the truth around it. Or, when pressed, you can also rephrase their question as another question.”
The latter sounded vaguely like gaslighting. I saw what Aki meant about not being able to go back. But again. Not-dead was the goal here.
“Oh, and another rule. Don’t use these techniques on your mentor, because he’ll see right through that.” He gave me a fierce look, but that distant affection was finally back in his eyes.
“Do you really think I would do that?” I gave him my most innocent expression.
He laughed, as I had intended him to do, and I felt better that our relationship was on its way back to where it had been before Iekane had ruined it.
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Coming Attractions!
Once again, I don’t have a whole lot of updates, alas. But this year is already looking more active, writing-wise, than last year, so I have high hopes!
Plug for my writing discord if you’d like to hang out--it’s pretty quiet, especially lately, but is more or less intended to be a more interactive extension of this blog.
Also, we’ll go ahead and do an open question night! Anything I’ve posted about here or on AO3 is fair game. My askbox is always open, but tonight I’m around and keeping at least a vague eye on it. I do take prompts, but I do not promise to fulfil them in a timely manner, lol.
Precipice!Verse
Probably won’t be out this month, especially since I really need to kick into gear on my BB project, but I have not abandoned it--I’ve put too much into this to abandon it, lol.
SWBB:
Based on feedback from my last question post, I am going to do something where Padme’s ship never landed on Tatooine (they got their repairs elsewhere, I guess) and Anakin and Ahsoka meet and have an Adventure during the Clone War. Specifics to be determined, but it’ll be a fun ride, I’m sure. XD
OTP Meme:
I am very proud of myself for getting all five done last month! And I know...more or less what I’m doing for four of the five for this month (figuring out the Specifics for one of those four, and as yet Undecided for the fifth). I’m really glad I decided to do this, it’s definitely getting me to get stuff out.
The Other Battlestar:
Still needs a better title; but I really do think I’ll get started posting this month (I know I keep saying that but shhh). Not a formal teaser, but because there are some Key OCs in order to make the plot work, so a little bit of info on them!
Vance Kimble - around fifty; actor; went to college with Wallace Gray; will take Baltar’s Politics storylines (which, within the bounds of how far I want to go here, means Caprica’s representative on the Quorum and eventually VP; but if I do change my mind and go past the Pegasus arc, he’ll also team up with Zarek to run for President)
Atia Reyes-Baltar - will take Baltar’s Science storylines (because there is no way to build someone who can do Both the way he does); also at least part of the reason he doesn’t end up on Boomer’s Raptor (because he’s looking for her, he takes a different route when he flees his house)
Daphne Reed - Senior Medical Officer on Pegasus. ...yep, not much else to say about her that doesn’t Give Things Away, lol.
Cornelius Felden - highest-ranking Marine officer on Pegasus (tentatively a Captain since who the fuck knows how Marine officer ranks work we have never seen a Marine commissioned officer); originally from Aerilon.
Simon O’Neill - no, not that one. Or that one. ...no, not that one, either. sorry I couldn’t resist Officially a pediatrician; part of the civilian fleet that Pegasus strips; gets drafted for his medical degree. ((also is there. like. a Convention for tagging Cylon OCs? Especially ones that use their model’s Shared Name?))
There’s an additional selectee for Daphne’s department but Simon is the important one; Ileana Fortuna (an old OC of mine, one of Zarek’s aides) may also make an appearance here and there but will probably not be Significant.
...I think that covers pretty much everything I have in the Immediate pipeline; but there are other things percolating on a more long-range timescale (actually doing a SW/BSG crossover; some of my other SW-alone projects, expanding on a couple of the AUs I’m building for the OTP meme fills, etc.) So...there it is! Relatively short update, like I said, lol.
Also, not writing, but I dug up some old BSG fanmixes I made my first time around in the fandom, and made some Comments about them on my personal blog, if you’re curious: Season 3 mix; Cylon ship mix; Baltar/Six mix.
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andrea1717 · 2 years
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WRITING UPDATE
I thought I make this post of mine a weekly tradition and always post an update on saturdays!
I am currently..
78 words into Day 13 of Febuwhump
1421 words into Hotel chapter 4
and also working on a new series (with no plan lol)
which will probably be around 5 chapters.
Here is a little preview of it 😁 👇
They end up tangled together on the bed with Steve half on top of Bucky.
Their childish smiles fade with the realization of how close they are and how charged the air between them is.
 They are almost chest to chest but there is still enough space for Bucky to slide his hand from Steve's shoulder down to his rib cage where his heart is.
He feels it beating fast and smiles.
"Calm your heart, Stevie. It's just me." he whispers.
Steve lets out a choked up sound and looks down at Bucky's hand on his chest.
"It was always you.I..i just thought I'll never see you again."
Bucky's face goes from soft to painful to something that looks slightly like disgust.
"I'm so sorry,Steve. I can't ever make it right what I did but.."
Steve brushes some hair away from Bucky's forehead. 
"Hey not now. Shhh. I just...I just want you to know that I want ..and I hope that everything you do...the therapy, the job...that you do that for yourself. Not for me. Not to try to be worthy of my love or something." Bucky looks like he's caught. Steve really knows him inside and out.
"Because you are worthy ,Bucky. Always have been."
Bucky starts to play with the fabric of Steve's shirt.
"I do. I mean I really do this all for me. I don't want to ...I can't go back to my old life. You're my starting line though. I never made it for so long at a clinic or at another job. It's because of you. But it's for me. If that makes sense."
They smile again.
"It makes sense," Steve gets serious again. " I do need some more time for this. For us. I mean we should just take it slow. Okay?"
"I never thought you would ever want me again so yes. Slow works for me."
Bucky winks and Steve would love to just kiss him stupid right here and now. 
Years later and the effect he has on him is just the same.
Steve makes an attempt to get up but Bucky grabs his shirt for real now.
"One kiss? Just one?" he asks softly.
"Okay."
"Okay."
With every inch that Steve gets closer to him the buzzing in the air gets more intense. It's like he's seventeen again  and on that moving staircase where they kissed for the first time.
When his lips finally meet Bucky's he realizes that he was holding his breath and lets it out with a quiet sigh.
They are breathing the same air now while they kiss slowly. 
Innocent like teenagers without tongue or teeth just soft lips on lips.
Steve can't remember when he has felt so alive. 
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