#bonus material

[mortegas]

"Your meltdown was my ticket out of that dinner."

So... this is a meltdown?

This is an Ortegas temper tantrum?

What would it look like if she really lost her shit?

gifsource

Ouch.

#star trek #strange new worlds #erica ortegas #joseph m'benga #under the cloak of war #bonus material #deleted scene #sir adya #among the lotus eaters #the elysian kingdom

[zamppera]

Red Dwarf out of context is one thing, but what about bonus materials out of context-

#red dwarf #bonus material #out of context screencaps

[kiri-tired]

Illustration by animation director Yoshizumi.

Art source: twitter.com/yoshi_fl/status/1307410237058473984

#sao alicization #sword art online #yujikiri #eugeo #kirito #illustration #bonus material #kiriyuji #queue

[starlightswitch]

Thoughts of a New Doctor

@flashfictionfridayofficial Definitely wrote myself such a letter hoping future me was over a guy

This might be the hardest thing Corinne had to do in med school, and it had nothing to do with medicine.

They’d handed out blank pieces of paper, envelopes and pens. She was supposed to write a letter to her future self, which would be given back to her on the day she graduated. The suggestions, if people needed them, were to write about what they would say if their future self, Dr. so-and-so, was standing right in front of them, or to write about why they wanted to be a doctor in case they had lost sight of the big picture by then.

Corinne had currently lost sight of the big picture. She’d really thought she’d started moving on– she was starting med school, a fresh start if there ever was one– until several classmates she’d talked to today had mentioned their significant others. And then one of the doctors who spoke, about the importance of maintaining relationships, had talked about the long distance relationship he’d been in when he was in med school. They’d made it through. They were now married.

She did not know, she reminded herself for at least the thousandth time, how a relationship would have gone with Jamal. Maybe it would have been terrible. Maybe they would have already broken up by now.

She was not going to use a letter that was supposed to be about becoming a doctor to ask if she had ever gotten over a guy she dated in college. Future her, who might even be in a relationship, would think she was ridiculous. Future her would probably remember she’d been tempted to do it and think even that was ridiculous.

But somehow not mentioning it seemed dishonest.

So here she sat, while people were finishing their letters and sticking them in the envelopes and sealing them up, trying to figure out a way to mention it in a way that didn’t entirely sound like she was mentioning it.

She really was ridiculous.

She ended up keeping it simple. Congratulations, Dr. McNulty. You made it. We both knew you could. I’m so proud you did. I hope you can enjoy today–

She had crossed out the start of several things like “with no regrets” and “and that you don’t worry about what might have been”.

–with confidence in yourself and your choices.

She licked the envelope and pressed down on the table to seal it tight, imagining her future self reading that with a mature, understanding shake of her head, with a confidence in her choices that Corinne presently could only wish she had.

#writeblr.fijhp #I knew I'd end up invoking that and probably sooner than later #bonus material #my writing

[baggebythesea]

Queens of the Horde - Tumblr exclusive curtain call

"Aaaaaaaand scene," Double Trouble said and bowed deeply. The audience applauded politely. Double Trouble did a little wave, and the curtain opened behind them, showing the rest of the cast smiling and waving at the audience.

"That concludes the final act of our show 'Queens of the Horde'," Double Trouble said to the audience. "Please, give a hand for our lead actresses, Glimmer and Catra!"

Beaming, the two queens stepped forward with Adora in tow and bowed deeply.

"Tell me," Double Trouble said. "What was it like carrying the narrative."

"Too much like work," Catra said. "But at least Sparkles was cute when she was mopey."

"I got to play the bad girl AND the hero," Glimmer said with a smug smirk. "It was great."

"And how about you, Adora," Double Trouble leered. "What do you think of the ending?"

"Can't hear you over the sound of me hugging Catra and Glimmer for a MONTH!" Adora said, burying her face in Catra's fur.

"And let's here it for our breakout characters," Double Trouble went on. "Jack and Frosta, also known as 'Jack Frost' or 'Snowbunny'. Thank you!"

An enthusiastic Frosta dragged a blushing Jack with her to the middle of the stage. Jack attempted a bow, but before they knew it Frosta had scooped them up in a big kiss, to the 'Oooh's and 'Aaaw's of the rest of the cast.

"How does it feel, knowing that the readers think you're the cutest thing of the entire fic?" Double Trouble asked.

"Darn tooting we are," Frosta grinned while Jack looked at the floor without being able to answer.

"What will you do now?" Double Trouble pressed on.

"We're off to a well earned vacation," Frosta said. "Did you know that Jack has never seen a hot spring? I'm taking them to Mystacor."

"You don't have to tell them that..." Jack mumbled, not looking at the audience.

"Sorry, you're just so adorable when you're flustered," Frosta teased as they stepped to the side of the stage.

"And a big hand for our lovely support characters," Double Trouble cried. "Bow, Scorpia, Entrapta, Lonnie, Netossa, Spinnerella, Perfuma, Mermista, Sea Hawk, all the rest of you, let's give them a big hand... don't set fire to the set, Hot Stuff."

The stage filled up with people as everyone tired to fit in - or in the case of Kyle, tried to hide behind the rest.

"I for one am very proud of everyone," Bow said. "This has been a great show."

"Go us," Mermista said with dry voice and snuffed out a torch Sea Hawk was secretly trying to light.

"DID SOMEONE SAY SWIFT WIND?" the flying horse said has he landed with a crash on the stage, forcing people to flee.

"And let's not forget our Villains," Double Trouble went on as Swift Wind was ushered off the stage. "Can't have proper drama without a good antagonist." Stiffly and without acknowledging each other's presence, Hordak and Shadow Weaver walked up on stage. They glared at the audience for a moment without bowing.

"Now when the fic is over, what's your thoughts?" Double Trouble asked.

"My part was mercifully short," Hordak grumbled.

"Exactly the flat melodrama one could expect from a story staring Catra," Shadow Weaver sniffed. "I am however deeply disappointed in Micah's daughter who wastes her potential on this kind of drivel."

"It's called romance," Glimmer leered, holding Catra and Adora tighter.

"I know what I said," Shadow Weaver said and left the stage with a harrumph.

"The author wishes to thank all of us for doing a great job," Bow said, entering the stage and reading from a letter. "With a special shot-out to Jack for being a really considerate Original Character (the author has been kinda shy about writing those before so thanks for easing them into it) and a special fuck-you to Catra for being emotionally complex and making the fic ten chapters longer than it would otherwise have been."

"Can't let that fucker have it too easy," Catra smirked, while Frosta and Glimmer high fived the flustered Jack.

"The author also wishes to thank the audience," Bow went on. "Every like, reblog, kudos, read, comment, piece of art, spotify-list, tv-trope entry, theory, 'damn you'... It has been an incredible journey, and your engagement has made it all worth it. Thank you so much."

"They are just fishing for more comments, aren't they?" Lonnie sighed.

"Never deny an artist their curtain call," Double Trouble smirked.

"There sadly won't be a sequel," Bow went on, reading from the letter, "but if it were, it would have been about taking down Horde Prime with cunning and teamwork, and the author doesn't feel up to another multiple chapter story of that magnitude."

"Go read 'Queen Glimmer - Supreme ruler of the universe' for that kind of story," Glimmer quickly piped in.

"Then what will be the author's next project?" Double Trouble asked.

"Well, obviously they need another big Glitra project," Catra immediately said. "I know they had an s1 story planned awhile back..."

"...or maybe some Glimmadora?" Adora blushed. "A sequel to Glimmer's hero?"

"Or perhaps another entry in the 'Baker and the Biker' series?" Bow hopefully said.

"All excellent options," Glimmer grinned. "And of course 'Glimmer dates everyone' is still woefully incomplete."

"Yeah, yeah, we get it," Catra said with an eyeroll. "The author has a type."

"So do you," Glimmer said with a sweet smile, causing Catra to turn away her face to hide a blush.

"And 'You even taste like Glitter' will keep update monthly," Bow explained. "Apparently something big is planned for two or three chapters from now."

"Will Catra finally pop the question?" Glimmer teased.

"Shut up, Sparkles," Catra muttered.

"I heard they are taking a stab at original fiction," Double Trouble helpfully said. "A short story about creepy princesses, and then something with mermaids?"

"What?" Glimmer said in indignation. "Why would they want to write about a dumb mermaid instead of me?"

"Because mermaids are, like, awesome," Mermista said with a little smug smile.

"Right you are, my oceanic blossom!" Sea Hawk rumbled and put his arms around her shoulders. She rolled her eyes and moved a bit closer to him.

"Yeah, whatever," Catra said with an eyeroll of her own. "We all know they'll write about a pink princess named 'Flimmer' in half a year or so anyway."

"That's trademark violation!" Glimmer gasped.

"Hate to break it to you, Glimmer," Bow said with a gentle smile, "but you are not the first pink princess in history."

"No, but I'm the best," Glimmer countered.

"You'll find the author's original fiction at Writer's Café and Royal Road, pen name Bagge," Double Trouble quickly interjected. "However, they promise that they won't give up on fanfic either. There will be more Glimmer stories to come."

"There'd better be," Glimmer sniffed.

"Anyway," Double Trouble said, while the cast took another deep bow. "Thank you everyone - cast and readers alike - for sharing this journey. Tons of fun were had, and there will be more where that came from. Keep making fandom great and have a grand ol' time."

They looked straight at the audience.

"And scene."

#spop #catra #glimmer #glitra #fanfic #just for fun #catra and glimmer - queens of the horde #queens of the horde #bonus material

[rachelillustrates]

Promo - "Tock the Gnome" World Building Wednesday 255

Time for another world building post, dear readers!!

This week, we are looking at circumstances around individuals born of more than one people, in the realm.

Full notes here 💘

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Bonus art and stories ~ Prints, comics and more!

#indie comics #world building #faerie #half elf #fae #tock the gnome #bonus art #bonus material #world building wednesday #fantasy #fantasy art #fantasy worldbuilding

[t-rina]

ID: Bernie Sanders meme with the text: “I am once again asking all holders of hard copies of movies and series to upload the bonus/behind the scenes material”

#meme #please #i’m begging you #behind the scenes #bonus material

[drastrochris]

The emperor confirmed long ago that this oath was taken from the Lyctors themselves, in the early years of discipleship after the Resurrection.  With this as our understanding, how beautiful an oath it is!

Um.  John?

[On “sword-marriages”:] There have been those who have argued eloquently that it is traitorous to the ideals of the Necrolord Prime.

Have you not updated the faithful recently?  You can literally talk to them at any time.  These people shouldn’t have questions about what your ideals are.  You’ve been doing this for Ten-Thousand Years!  Do you just ignore everything that gets sent to you? 

Now I’m just picturing Mercymorn picking up his phone.  “John, why do you have nearly forty billion emails?”

“Huh?” God sputtered, “Where?” He looked up from the bundle of papers scattered about the table.

The Saint of Joy pointed, “Here.  Your inbox.  This big number in the red box?”

God took the phone and looked at it for a moment.  “No, that’s my step counter.  Always good to walk around a bit.  I like trying to a ten thousand a day if I can.”

“My Lord,” Mercy began before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.  “My Lord, that is your email inbox.  Has the Emperor of the Nine Houses, The King Undying, the Resurrector--”  Mercy stopped for a second, before continuing in a hushed tone, “God, have you been ignoring your emails for a myriad?”

#the locked tomb #full reread #gideon the ninth #bonus material #it would take him like an hour a year #clear up any issues of doctrine #the marriage section makes me think he did at least once #jod: we call that a polycule and it's totally fine with me

[abbinurmel]

Dream Diary Entry #1

I have just woke from a bizarre ass creepy dream about many things, that I want to get out of my head by writing it down. Many things occured in this dream but two of the most standout things are these:

1 . I dreamt about an outdoor playground for adults who could play on it dressed as their OCs. Not *everyone* was dressed up in elaborate character outfits, it seemed just that many were. A majority of them were based off Discord from My Little Pony and various Centaurworld characters. Bizarrely far less of the fur suiter kind of sort than you would expect.

And 2. Dreamt I came upon a bunch of old VHS tapes and dvds of "Horsin' Around" in my house. Yes THAT "Horsin' Around", from the Bojack Horseman universe, back in the 90s... With special edition bonus features and everything for episodes that do not exist. I salvaged a box of these somehow in a rescue from their mass destruction, probably at a neighborhood yard sale or something.

Here is where the dream goes from "collected usual muddle of obvious niche memories and interests" to just outright batshit territory. Forget about number 1 cos it has no relevance. Maybe except that I think I was possibly still in costume, while doing all this DVD stuff. The 1st half was just straightforward plain wholesome interactions and boring conversation with family and friends dressed up- bizarrely normal, at least by comparison with this half. You'd think it'd be otherwise right?

So yknow the old thing about how one tells if you're having a dream bc you cannot READ or do math in dreams? Yeah. That does not apply to me. I often CAN read. I can read so clear and easily I even recall my own dream texts or magazine pages and signage. Maybe I don't for all I know "see" real letters but whatever brain magic your dreams do to convince you that you just spoke to Mary Kate and Ashley while wearing a business suit and having tea on the ceiling, that's the same magic that convinces me my brain saw actual text symbols instead of probably distorted AI art symbolic "impressions of an idea" of text.

Anyway. So I look at all these lost media dvds and one of them has among the bonus material menu some extra scene deleted scenes, some cooking show guest footage, interviews, Herb and Bojack/cast commentary, and finally something called "peach vision", or something to that similar surreal effect, dream is fading off by this point. We'll just refer to it as that cos it feels right.

Peach Vision, as we will call it, appeared to be nothing but just the bizarre added filter of placing shiny black dot 'baby seal' style eyes and thick black closed emoji eye lines on all the spots where the character eyeballs should be in every episode or bit of bonus footage...( ^_^, @_@, -_-, *_* ×_×, stuff like that.) The result of Peach Vision appears to not do much to change anything in the episode script, it just gives a stupid goofy Tiktok style cartoon filter to everything in the footage. But the result is SO UNNERVING. I actually want to see someone Photoshop this. Its like a Creepy Pasta. And on the back of the dvd cover, amusingly, they acknowledged this:

"Who on earth wanted this, we do not know. Some weirdos. Why in the heck they wanted it, on god's green earth, we do not know. We think this is pointless and looks kinda stupid. Kinda creepy really. But whatever."

I kid you not, the back of the dvds actually said that. Almost sounds like ol BJ himself doesn't it?

And as the footage of "Horsin Around" played while under Peach Vision, my dream just barely shyed away from being "quirky innocent fun dream" to "actually this is sorta legit nightmare fuel creepy a bit". Cos the footage of Bojack with those (oO)=(oO) shiny tiny black dot baby seal eyes, started to glitch. The dvd on play buffered and like a vinyl record does if you scratch it or rotate it slowly, began to repeat itself over and over (one line I remember being stuck in repeat was Bojack saying something about mixing melted caramel in a bowl, and being like "C-C-CARA, CARA, CARA, mmmmmm-m-mel mel mel...") and to distort audio to a low drone. Sometimes the footage would turn black and white while freezing thru the buffer, even though this is something neither a DVD nor any kind of media far as I know can ever do. To my recollection VHS tapes will never do this either I think even if severely damaged but I may be wrong. It was genuinely unsettling how out of nowhere this was, enough to make me leave the living room and do assorted blurry quick other unrelated dream shenanigans so I could avoid it. But I pretty soon woke up.

Anyway this does not have a point beyond serving as my own dream journal log nonsense, but if anyone is obliged, please make a bunch of Photoshopped creepy pasta Bojack Horseman images, where the cast all have big black X'd out, or shiny dot eyes. It really would satisfy my morbid weird curiosity, I wanna know if it would be as creepy as my dream in real life.

#bojack horseman #netflix #dreams #dvds #bonus material #creepy pasta #bogleech #mirror universe #adult cartoons #furries #mlp fim #coraline #doll eyes #creepy art #unsettling #Bogleech #horsing around #photoshop #filter #2d animation #centaurworld #analog horror #vhs aesthetic #vhs horror #vhs tapes

[fullmoonhijinks]

This creator on YouTube is exploiting a glitch in The Quarry to find extra dialogue that’s been cut from the game, and I found this example really interesting! I didn’t really like Chris in my playthrough since he didn’t seem to care very much about listening to Ryan at the start of the game, but I think this extra dialogue would have made a difference to understanding their relationship and also Chris as a character

#the quarry #ryan erzahler #chris hackett #bonus material #? kind of? I guess? #I still don't really like chris #but I get ryan a bit more

[lizzisgeek]

we're all positive that crowley had something to do with this particular section of the book, right? i bet it was him who drew the picture too

#good omens #crowley #bonus material #i'm so grateful they released it

[raindrop-on-a-spiderweb]

Ask and you will get it

In his mind

***

Coke nails ~historically~ were single long-grown fingernails used to scoop up cocaine to easily snort during the heyday of cocaine use in the 70/80s. If you keep a sharp eye out in old movies you'll find a couple; Carrie Fisher had one in the Star Wars movie.

#submission #Ragnatela #bonus material #perfect lmao the gold tooth THE GOLD TOOTH

[recurringwriter]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Felix Hugo Fraldarius & Rodrigue Achille Fraldarius Characters: Felix Hugo Fraldarius Additional Tags: Letters, Mention of Canonical Character Death, Takes place after The Cause of Sorrow, Rodrigue is fine Summary:

After the events at the chapel, Felix writes a letter to his father.

#fe3h #felix hugo fraldarius #rodrigue achille fraldarius #rodweek 2023 #recurring writings #he's not technically in this so i'm not including it in the collection and shouldn't even tag it rodweek but eh #bonus material #i SHOULD be tagging this #Rodrigue Birthday Bash #which is what i originally started writing it for but got stuck for a whole entire year lol

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Teaser...Summer rain

@fellowshipofthefics has that lovely event THAUC coming up and I am writing like a madwoman!

Nonetheless, here's my entry for Week 3 of the Summer Stories as well.

It's a prequel/snippet/teaser for the actual event fic!

Words: 723

Warnings: Trans!Character, AroAce Character, implied nudity, Alcohol

Elements used: Summer Rain, Flashback & Cold beverages

“Run faster, you fool!” Fíli cried, a gurgling undertone to his voice as the warm summer rain poured into his mouth, following the curve of his smile.

“I wish I could,” Ori screamed back, bundling the light dress clinging stubbornly to unflatteringly gawky legs with irritable impatience, “I hate this dress. I never want to wear a dress again!”

Fíli spun around, no longer caring about the deluge plastering his golden hair onto his shapely head; he had been waiting for this emotional outburst for weeks and months, confident that his best friend would tell him what exactly the matter was as soon as Ori felt ready.

“Fí,” Ori whispered, and the splattering crescendo of drops seemed to fade into nothingness compared to the thrumming emotion in that voice Fíli knew so well that he could hear it in his mind whenever he gave himself a pep talk, “Fí…I mean it; I won’t ever wear dresses again. It’s…not me.”

With a shrug, Fíli started prying off his shirt and tearing his jeans off his numb legs, curtained by the sheets of angry water falling like blades from the sky.

“What are you doing?” Ori exclaimed in shock.

“Let’s swap,” Fíli grinned, “I’ve never worn a dress and you’re obviously uncomfortable. One piece of sopping wet fabric is as good as another.”

“You’re my best friend,” Ori muttered happily as they ran home, cheering and laughing, wearing each other’s clothes, “you always shall be!”

“Do you remember that day in the rain?” Fíli asked as he brought out two cold beers into the small garden Ori’s brother kept in a state of unwavering perfection.

“Yes,” Ori grinned, “you looked like a damn fool in that dress!”

“I did not,” Fíli contradicted haughtily, “I looked twice as pretty as you; you’re just envious!” He laughed at the recollection; he had worn the dress inside-out and the wrong way around and yet, he had carried it off with much more confidence than his friend ever had.

“Did you know? Before, I mean?” Ori pushed aside his notebook and gave his friend one of those deep, serious looks that seemed to penetrate others to the core of their being.

“No.” A minute shake of the luscious blond mane, “I just knew that you were unhappy, and I hated it. Learning where the problem lay was a massive relief to me.”

Ori was absent-mindedly drawing runes into the condensation on his bottle for a moment, unsure how to broach yet another difficult subject.

“Do you ever feel lonely, Fí?”

Again, conviction – fast and steady – gave his answer a ponderous ring as Fíli shook his head and said: "No, I have you and Kí. Between my family and my friends, I never feel lonesome. Is that weird?”

Ori cocked his head pensively. “I wouldn’t say weird, no,” he replied cautiously, “but – despite my family and friends – I sometimes feel like there is something missing in my life.”

“A girl,” Fíli laughed, “because you still want to see how good a dress can look when it’s not on a dude!”

His humour felt a smidgen forced now as his friend’s longing for a partner in the name of happiness might well be a direct threat to his own.

“Maybe,” Ori sighed and took a slow sip of his beer, “but for now, sitting here with you and an iced beverage is the very definition of heaven.”

“Until something better comes along?” Fíli muttered, unable to entirely banish the bitterness from his inflexion.

“No, never that!” Ori sat up sharply, “Something more perhaps, but I’d never renounce this. I swear.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, drinking their beers and watching the sky turn from dusty pink to deep violet.

“Have I changed much; you think?” Ori then asked casually.

“No, my man, your sense of style is still utter trash.” Fíli shot back instantly and broke into roaring laughter when his friend tried to pelt him with the cap of his beer and missed.

“Ori?” Dori’s voice drifted down from the house, “Phone for you! Some Baggins or so!”

Fíli watched his beloved friend – still painfully skinny and adorably awkward – run up to the house, entirely ignorant that the time for secrets was coming to an end and that momentous revelations were waiting to break like golden dawn.

To refresh my mind and get rid of some of the stress, I've quickly put this together.

I hope you'll like it and it makes you curious for the actual story. I might go on writing tiny snippets around (mainly before the storyline of the event fic) the timeline that will constitute the fic.

@dimdiamond Sorry, I am on it...have this circumstantial snippet as an apology! :D

#fotfics #summer stories #fotfics summer stories #Week 3 #summer rain #cold drinks #flashback #THAUC #Bonus Material #BTS of the fic #Ori #trans!Ori #Aroace #Aroace Fíli #friendship #worry #longing #I'm just putting this out there

[starlightswitch]

The Same Kind of Weird

@flashfictionfridayofficial Characters from a story I rewrote a few years ago but started almost 20 years ago, based on a real friend of-- naturally-- almost 20 years. (Wow.)

(also for Writer's Month day 9 prompts warmth and home for the summer)

Brittany met Natalie at the spot in the woods the night she got back from college. She was watching the sun through the trees when she heard a “hey!” and when she turned, Natalie was running through the trees from the direction of her parents’ house. She didn’t lose all the speed before she reached Brittany and hugged her, almost knocking her over.

“Hi!”

“Hi!”

They looked at each other for a minute, each with a happy little sigh.

“I was expecting it to be chilly here because it’s warmer at school, but it’s pretty warm here. Surprisingly. Warmer than when I got out of the car.”

Brittany paid attention to the temperature for a second. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. Maybe it’s, like, sheltered by the trees?”

Natalie grinned. “Ten years ago you would have said something about it being magic.”

“Well, it wasn’t ten years ago–” Brittany started.

“Yes it was. I was in second grade. About to start it. Now I’m about to start 12th grade. Ten years.”

“Wow,” was all Brittany could think of to say. When Natalie giggled, she added, “It doesn’t feel like ten years. I mean, I guess it does since it feels like I’ve known you forever, but also ten years sounds like a lot. That’s like half my life.”

“It’s not half my life. Yet.” This time Natalie’s grin was mischievous.

“Future engineer. You don’t have to do math over the summer. Yet.”

Natalie giggled more.

“You know what me ten years ago would say? We should do some kind of… something to celebrate ten years.”

“Like a ritual?” said Natalie, reading her mind as always.

“If we can think of something.”

“Well, it should be at the end of the summer, if it’s commemorating the ten years. It’s not ten full years until the end of the summer. It was right before school started.”

“Right.”

“Oh! That thing we buried. Remember?” she asked– it must be obvious that Brittany didn’t. “When we did that secret club ceremony thing, we… wrote our names on paper or something? We each made something and we buried them all here. You and I buried them here. Obviously we didn’t tell anybody else about here.”

Brittany was starting to remember, vaguely. “I don’t think we put them in something to bury them, though. So we probably can’t dig them up– I think that’s what you were going to say. They probably got composted a long time ago.”

“Aw. I was thinking we could, like, tell everybody about them.”

Was Natalie still in touch with everyone who had been in the club? Brittany had lost touch with them when she started high school, except, of course, Natalie. “I feel like they’d think it was weird, us remembering a ritual from when we were like ten. Or younger.”

“Kenny didn’t. I mean I didn’t tell him about that–”

“What did you tell him about?” Brittany’s voice came out sounding a little distressed. She felt more than she sounded.

“That I used to do stuff like that as a kid. I don’t think I mentioned you,” Natalie added quickly. She had caught the distress. Of course she had. “I mean I know I’ve mentioned you but I don’t think I mentioned you when I talked about that. I think I just said it was something I did.”

“And he didn’t think it was weird?”

“No. He… Well, he didn’t exactly do rituals like that, but when he was a kid he used to pretend that he had a secret dragon. Kind of a cross between a dragon and a dinosaur. And he kept doing it when he got older– not really pretending it like he acted it out, but making up stories about it. So he gets making up things, and still being into it when you’re older. What?” she said, sounding a little worried, looking at Brittany, who was looking at her.

Brittany shook her head with a bit of a wry smile. “I’m still getting used to the idea of you having a boyfriend and you hit me with he gets the making up games thing. Somehow you found the one guy in the world who doesn’t think it’s weird.”

Natalie crossed her arms. “He can’t be the one guy in the world who doesn’t think it’s weird. Nobody is that unique.”

“Well, I’m assuming he doesn’t have a best friend of ten years who made up dragon stories with him.”

“I’ll ask.” Natalie seemed earnest.

Brittany shook her head with an affectionate laugh.

-

2020 Day 9: Taking Care of Herself (illness)

2021 Day 9: Camping Lessons (darkness)

2022 Day 9: Over Again (echo + post-canon)

#whoo I always love it when I can fit both Writer's Month prompts plus Flash Fiction Friday #writersmonth2023 #my writing #bonus material

[kiri-tired]

Kirito's VA accidentally referring Asuna by "husband"

(feat. Eugeo's VA trying to cover him 😂)

#sao alicization #kirito #eugeo #kirisuna #asuna #anime #war of underworld #voice actor #shimazaki nobunaga #matsuoka yoshitsugu #crack #video #edits #highlight reel #bonus material #alice