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catherinetcjd · 1 year

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I posted 293 times in 2022

That's 66 more posts than 2021!

267 posts created (91%)

26 posts reblogged (9%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@blueheavensims

@gayars

@catherinetcjd

@amythestfenix

@hugelunatic

I tagged 269 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#catherinetcjd - 254 posts

#sims 2 - 186 posts

#ts2 - 180 posts

#sims 2 lot - 86 posts

#ts2 lot - 78 posts

#sims 2 house - 60 posts

#ts2lotmakeover - 47 posts

#ts2 house - 46 posts

#maxis makeover - 33 posts

#sims 2 cc - 28 posts

Longest Tag: 37 characters

#how to make maxis makeovers permanent

My Top Posts in 2022:

Micro House

Starter House based on RL house in Hohenecken, Germany This is a sloped lot - the back of the lot is slightly higher than the front. 1 bedroom - 1 bathroom - carport - pet friendly -

The architects describe the form as "familiar and yet strange". "Depending on the angle it appears small and compact or long and slim," they explained. "A space continuum with differentiated spatial impressions ranging from narrow and wide, low and high to small and large."

There is No Custom Content Included.

Lot Size: Lot-Adjusted 20X10 Lot Price (semi-furnished): $19,825

DOWNLOAD @ SFS

87 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

This is a Complete Overhaul of the Specialty Lot Bin.

Every property (17 apartments and 2 hotels) has been edited, fixed, improved, cleaned, and now comes with a custom thumbnail. Many of the lots have been shrunk, and three of them have 2-Step foundations.

After installing these files, the next time you open your Specialty Lot Bin, it should look a lot better, and the apartments should be easier to use. Your sims will be able to move-in and start living - without having to worry about missing fire alarms, telephones, and nasty sim references.

Cross-posted to MTS.

DOWNLOAD @ SFS - install instructions are included

Here is Part 1 - LotCatalog Refresh Project ~ a complete Lot Bin overhaul

And Part 3 is coming soon - new sizes for empty lots...

135 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

Change Max Slope Value

Do you want to place lots where you want them? Regardless of a steep slope? Then this trick is for you!

- When you place one of the game's empty lots down in your hood - this mod allows lot placement without changing the terrain. Empty lots will no longer automagically flatten; you will be able to build according to the lay of the land. You can build off the side of a cliff with this mod!

- When placing lots from the LotBin (pre-built lots) - you can place them on slopes, and uneven terrain without issue. This will not change the terrain inside the lot; it will conform the terrain around the lot to match. You can populate the "ridge" in Belladonna Cove with houses now!

Read more >>> (with a sneak peek at my gravity defying Cliff House) & get the file/SFS

The file is the same as I’ve published before - I just refreshed the info and added new pictures to better show what this does. I’ll be posting this to MTS soon, along with a Cliff House that uses it... So, I thought I should repost here. ;)

162 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

32 Lot-Adjusted Empty Lots

Have you always wanted to build on small 1X1 lots? Or have a smaller sized beach lot for your surfer shack? Well, now you can! I have done all the Lot-Adjusting work for you. 😉

These lots were made with the UC installed. If you don't have all the EPs/SPs (or at least AL/M&G as your highest one,) you prolly can't use these! (I provided links below, for similar "empty lot" collections - some of them don't need all EP/SPs.)

ALL possible lot sizes are included (within the game's original size limit of 6X6) - including Beach lots.

Cross posted to MTS.

DOWNLOAD @ SFS - Install instructions are included

Here is Part 1 - LotCatalog Refresh Project ~ a complete Lot Bin overhaul

And Part 2 - LotCatalog Refresh Project ~ the Specialty Lots Bin

376 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

LotCatalog Refresh Project ~ a complete Lot Bin overhaul

This is a Complete Overhaul of the Lot Bin. Every lot has been fixed, improved, cleaned, and now comes with a custom thumbnail. Many of the lots have been shrunk, and several of them have 2-Step foundations... After installing these files, the next time you generate a new TS2 Saved Game your lot catalog ("Lot Bin") should look a lot better, and the houses should be easier to use. Your sims will be able to move-in and start living - without having to worry about missing fire alarms and telephones, nasty sim references, or if they paid too much for extra acreage they just don't need. I really tried to keep EA/Maxis' original intent for the houses in the Lot Bin. They are meant to be a "starting point" for your sim families. I tried to keep each lot's original 'flavor'... Every Lot Bin house/lot has been edited and has a custom thumbnail...

Download on MTS

391 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

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madammobius · 3 years

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Chao Update: #3!

Heyo! Madam Mobius here again, and welcome back to the Mobius Garden! I’ve been really busy, and tonight I’ve got some special stuff for you, but first I just wanted to have a bit of transparency and go over a few things.

Since last time, I’ve started using Chao World Extended, a mod meant to enhance and improve the overall Chao World experience! However I’ve always been a *bit* of a purist when it comes to modding games, so I went through the customization options and only checked things that met one or more of these requirements

1: Aesthetic only: Things that only effect looks like the day/night cycle option

2: Was in the Dreamcast/GC port, but was somehow made unobtainable on PC. A good example of this is the jewel chao. The dreamcast had a little gadget called the VMU packaged in, and if you had enough of the in-game emblems you could unlock jewel chao, a special chao variant, with it. However, since the gamecube and PC have no VMU they have become completely unobtainable. Chao World Extended adds a different way to earn them through the Jewel Races! I thought this was fair because it’s still a challenge, and there would be no other way to do it anyway.

Here are some screenshots of the only options I have checked for the mod (as well as my SA2 application as a whole):

I’ve talked to some of the chao island admins and one has confirmed that beyond one thing (which we’ll get to when the time comes) there are no other vanilla changes, just additions

Okay cool, that’s probably the most infodumpy I’m ever gonna get here lol, like I said just trying to be transparent

Now who’s ready to see some cute chao?

They’re conversing :00

youtube

Full video with sound here! (You can hear them talk !!)

He loves when I shake him hehe :))

Onto some of the more substantial changes though! I’m still trying to decide what type to evolve these little babies into, so throughout this post you may notice that I change course a little bit in the types of animals I give and which stats are highest. Rest assured though! By the end of this post I will definitively have the answer for my evolution plans!

Took a look at UwU’s stats, and it looks like her personality has cycled from the last time I checked! It was cry-baby before but now it’s energetic

Veeeeerrryyy interesting combination !

You absolute troll ( ⚆ ◡ ⚆ )

Work hard

...nap harder

Time to learn some wonderful singing! I wanted to focus on UwU for a bit so I left OwO in class

I’ve decided that UwU is going to be a power-type! Her highest stat grade is an A in Power so I decided I want to raise it to an S when she evolves

Soon she will be strong enough to demolish the competition in karate (｀\/´)

More stat grinding...

OwO has returned! He is now a wonderful singer :))

Accidentally gave UwU a vulture but the new wings and hair kinda look cool with the arms lol

Laaaaaaaaa!!!

I threw a bear at him lol (￣\/￣ )

Checked the black market and they had a very interesting item for sale! It seems my emblem collecting has paid off and there is a shiny blue egg for sale

( I actually saw a rarer orange one much earlier but didn’t get it so (ゝз･) )

I mean I really SHOULDN’T buy this one... I have enough emblems for much rarer eggs to appear... plus I’m already swamped raising the other two chao and... hmmm

I bought it.

They have all gathered around for the hatching!

Well..... at least she was there at first...

Guess she was curious and decided she doesn’t care ¯\_༼ ಥ ‿ ಥ ༽_/¯

She’s aliiiiiiiive!!!!

Welcome to the world, small child

DRAMATIC POSE

𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙑𝘼𝙏𝙀

...this is literally the most adorable creature on the planet I would die for you （；へ：）

Stat check!

Not terrible! I don’t think I’ll evolve her based on stats though, she’s way too adorable NOT to be evolved for looks

Checks out

Taking her to the fortune teller to get her named next...

hmmm... blue... shiny..... water name? uhhhh hydro? no no.... ocean? nah nah...

wait.

Heheheheheh....

Heheheheheheh...

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH...!

Everyone say hi to Soleanna! (Second N was removed in-game because of character limit, but her name is Soleanna)

For those unaware, Soleanna was the name of the City of Water in Sonic 06! I thought it was fitting because it’s water themed but also silly and a sonic reference lol

You know truth be told... UwU and OwO’s names were just kinda pulled out of a jokey joke hat because I needed to call them SOMETHING. I was gonna wait a little longer, but now that we have a naming theme...

Elise and Mephiles it is! (again, Mephiles had to be cut short because of character limit but...)

I thought it made sense because they’re both hero and dark chao, plus it fits with the Sonic 06 reference theme

Mephiles would be proud to have an evil chao named after him :))

I guess Elise has taken a liking to Soleanna’s eggshell.... I can’t tell if that’s endearing or SUPER weird...

bird :))

looks like Mephiles is going to the races!

LITERALLY ANNIHILATED THOSE OTHER CHAO

ONCE AGAIN

He won a shovel!

Elise is gonna do some Karate! Use the strength of all those bears I gave you!

OHHHHHH!!

TWO HIT K-O!!

She preceded to absolutely annihilate the entire tournament!

Owned

whatcha got there, Soleanna?

SHE’S RIDIN’ THE DUCK!! (ⅈ▱ⅈ)

Awwww, Elise and Mephiles are singing and playing music for her while she rides!! They’re all so cute !!

So uh.... I kinda did some stat grinding with a dark character on Elise and well...

...she looks a bit like moldy cheese now

I’ll get her fixed up with Tails, don’t worry ε-(´ D｀) ﾌ

no thoughts, head empty

wait a minute... i hadnt even noticed! Elise’s evolution stat traits are starting to come in! that means she’s getting closer to evolving into a power chao! (power chao have these sort of stripey patterns on them)

We did some more karate to celebrate

It went about how you would expect after her last performance ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

In other news though, I’ve decided Mephiles’ final type! I’m gonna go with run! Mephiles’ namesake is a Shadow impersonator, and since a Dark-Run chao looks like Shadow I thought it would be funny :))

So I went to City Escape to collect some rabbits! And uh...

They are looking....

...and I do not know if it is respectfully ●﹏●

Mephiles understands that even dark lords of evil can have cute pink bunny rabbit ears

I’m sure you’ve noticed, but Mephiles’ evolution stat traits are coming in too! He’s growing spines and getting a little bluer!

You’re so adorable I’m gonna lose it...

Alrighty! Before we go, here’s a final stat-check for the road!

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That’s all for now folks! Thank you for reading it all if you made it here :))

Remember to check out https://chao-island.com/ if you want to learn more about chao and the raising experience! It’s a great resource

My chao posts will always be tagged with #MobiusGarden in case you wish to block them

Love u!

#chao #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #Sonic Adventure 2 #dreamcast #gamecube #pet sim #pet simulator #vmu #soleanna #mephiles the dark #mephiles sonic #Chao Garden #long reads #long #MobiusGarden #gif

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askaceattorney · 3 years

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Dear Anonymous,

Co-Mod: Yes... Yes you are.

Mod Edgeworth:

Really? Poopface? I didn’t realize this was a children’s show.

Dear Gumshoe “Letty” Fan,

Mod Edgeworth: Aside from what I’ve often heard from other AA fans: Gumshoe, Athena Cykes, Franziska Von Karma, Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright, Trucy Wright, Lamiroir, Maya Fey, Pearl Fey, Ema Skye and the other gang of AA characters... I’d like to see my home girl, Kay Faraday, return back.

My least favorite character would be this dipshit.

I’d rather spend the night with Larry Butz, while listening to Wendy Oldbag on an Edgeworth Gossip Magazine, then driving in a limo for twelve hours with Dr. Hotti watching Jean Armstrong advertise his lotion products before being dragged around Gourd Lake by Lotta Hart and Spark Brussel than spend five seconds with Filch. Please, AA, never bring Filch in my presence EVER again.

Co-Mod: Y’all know who my favorite main character is by now, so I’ll skip that part (if you need a hint, her hair’s the same color as the juice she drinks). My least favorite character is a different redhead.

*looks away and sneers*

She was once my least favorite video game character of all time, but then Doki Doki Literature Club happened. Also, a couple of the Mods finally got me curious enough to watch a playthrough of Danganronpa, so she might be getting bumped down my “least favorite” ranking again very soon.

If we’re talking about side characters, I’d love to see Kay again, too, and an appearance from good old Detective Badd would definitely be nice. Or everyone’s pal Gumshoe, for that matter. Where the heck have they been?

(Referenced Letter)

Dear notlarry,

Mod Edgeworth: BEEP!

Sorry, the Mod you have reached is no longer in service. Please check the number and try your call again.

Dear Anonymous,

Co-Mod: And I’m Cyrano de Bergerac.

Dear Dawsongfg Pretending to be Moe,

Mod Edgeworth: I go for either.

Co-Mod: You’re drunk. Give me your keys.

Dear Hotti,

Mod Edgeworth:

I already have a nurse that is very good with exams. He’s my dad and he has a shotgun, if there was any need for a much more thorough examination.

Co-Mod: Only if you’re in the mood to get Sosunsed.

(Previous Letters)

Mod Edgeworth: There’s already someone that haunts my dreams. Well... in a good way.

God, I love that man.

And no, you are not going to send any assassin after me. You don’t even know where I live. Nice bluff, though. As for Tumblr being broken, it’s the same for me too and the tags we place are in a specific order. It’s no surprise you’ve found others that look the same.

Co-Mod: You might as well, since you haunt us so much here, anyway. As for fixing your Tumblr, if you’re using a PC, try holding the CTRL key and using your mouse wheel. (Not sure if I was supposed to take that seriously or not.)

And I’m afraid I see no connection between your evidence. You know what that means, right?

(Previous Letter)

Mod Edgeworth: It’s bananas and sup.

Dear Anonymous,

Mod Edgeworth: Thank you. Your kind words are appreciated.

Co-Mod: Will do, and thank you! I’ve found it to be very comforting myself that, while different Mods have come and gone, this blog is still able to live on, and still enjoyable for so many people. I wish I could guarantee that it will continue on in perpetuity after I leave, but whatever comes, I hope it’ll leave a lasting impression on everyone who pays it a visit. In any case, I know the Ace Attorney fandom isn’t going anywhere soon, so let’s keep it goin’!

Dear Gumshoe “Letty” Fan,

Mod Edgeworth: I wouldn’t say, but I haven’t been here long enough to know, so that may change. However, I have noticed people’s perspective of Manfred Von Karma changing. I’m beginning to see more and more fans coming out of the woodworks that agree about the hatred for Manfred Von Karma being overblown.

Co-Mod: I’ll start by saying that I didn’t see von Karma as much more than a heartless villain before Mod Edgeworth showed up. I somehow forgot that he’s a human being who wasn’t always the selfish brute we seem him as in the games, so thanks for that, M.E.!

I’ve also been able to see a lot of the characters as being more human than I did when I first saw them in the games (not that they weren’t full of humanity there, too, of course). Seeing Apollo gripe about his insane workload, Trucy having thoughts that contradict her words, and, more recently, Athena wondering what to call her estranged father has made them feel more like people going through people stuff than simple cartoon characters. I hope that’s been the case for you, as well. Besides being sources of entertainment, the members of the Ace Attorney cast are like friends to us (the good guys, at least).

Mod Edgeworth: Polly want a cracker?

Co-Mod: You can’t expect us to answer something like that!

(Previous Letter)

Dear dawsongfg,

Co-Mod: We undid all that, remember? It’s a thing of the past now...sort of.

Dear Anonymous,

Mod Edgeworth: We only consider troll letters going too far, if it’s personally hurting a real person. Playing around or insulting fictional characters does not count. If it is going to far, we will let you know, since how one mod responds to a troll may be different from another. Also, we’re not a site that punishes trolls, unless it goes as far as harassment. Just wanted to clarify that.

Co-Mod: I wasn’t aware we were having a beauty contest between people and Pokemon.

(Previous Posts: 1 2 3 4 5)

Dear yuesworld,

Co-Mod:

Just kidding. How could I forget you? Nice to see you again!

I’m glad you’re still able to enjoy this blog, and that the new Mods’ answering styles are to your liking. I’m also glad we can officially count both The Great Ace Attorney games as part of the translated series! Thanks again, Capcom!

Speaking of translation, thank you again for being generous enough to translate our letters so they can be enjoyed by a wider audience. That’s something I can’t imagine learning to do on my own, so much appreciated!

I don’t know about the other Mods, but I got fully vaccinated last month -- the Moderna vaccine, specifically. All I can say is, it’d better be effective, because my body hated it.

Best of luck to you, and stay healthy!

Mod Edgeworth: Thank you for your contribution and that you liked my Manfred Von Karma Character Essay. I’m currently working on another one with Co-Mod, so look forward to that one.

Mod Edgeworth: I suppose if she swings that way, but I hope she knows I’m only attracted to hot and sexy anime men... just saying. I know you have a tendency to equate us to the characters we’re named after.

Fair warning, that is most likely going to bite you in the butt one day.

Co-Mod: We answer every dumb letter you send our way, and this is how you do us?

-The Mods

#Anonymous #yuesworld #Mod Post #Co Mod #Mod Edgeworth

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vanderlindeandco · 4 years

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The Long Haul: Chapter 1 (Felix Millstone x The Captain)

Also available to read on ArchiveOfOurOwn.

It was supposed to be a fairly simple job. The Unreliable needed a replacement part, and Nyoka had heard rumors that a ship had crashed in the wild on Monarch some years ago, a ship similar enough to the Unreliable that its parts should be compatible. We’d found it all right, Felix and Nyoka and I, and while she and I held off the mantisaurs, he had pulled the part that Parvati needed. Unfortunately, we’d managed to step on the toes of a large group of local marauders on our way back, which led to our hasty retreat to the Unreliable.

“Fixed it, Captain!” Parvati’s voice rang from deep in the ship and I keyed in our skip destination quickly, ignoring ADA’s warnings, as much as I knew we shouldn’t. The ship shook with the impact of a grenade launcher.

“All right, everyone hold on!” I clutched the arms of the captain’s seat in the Unreliable as the engines roared to life, wincing at the sound of bullets pattering against my ship’s sides. The ship rose, quivering at the beating it was taking, and then we were blasting towards the edge of Monarch’s atmosphere. I was about to skip the ship when Parvati’s voice rang through the halls.

“Captain, something’s wrong!” The smell of smoke reached my nostrils before I got to the engine room and found Parvati with Felix standing helplessly behind her, Parvati's gloved fingers moving a mile a minute over the recently-repaired engine. “I swear I put it in right, I-” she broke off, reaching a hand back. “Felix?”

He handed her the wrench he was holding and she went to work again. I knew there was nothing I could do to help and I’d only distract her by asking, so I waited, heart pounding, ready to grab the fire extinguisher hooked to the wall if need be. “Almost… got… it,” she muttered, switching the screwdriver with a wrench to crank something tighter. The smoke stopped suddenly, and she sat back on her heels, pushing her goggles back up to rest on her forehead. “I think that should do for now,” she said, her shoulders slumping with relief.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Law, I have no idea,” she said. “Everything was working just fine and then next thing I knew the engine was overheating. I-I’m sorry, boss. I must have done something wrong.”

“It’s all right, Parvati,” I said. “You got it taken care of. You had to install it fast, too, so I don’t blame you one bit.”

“Thank you, Captain,” she said. “I thought I knew how to do it but maybe I don’t know as much as I thought. If we could go to the Groundbreaker, well, I’m sure Junlei could help us.”

“You sure you only want to go there for her help with the ship?” I teased, and she blushed furiously.

“Captain!” she exclaimed, “We really could use her help!”

“I know,” I said, “I’m just teasing you. Think we can make it there?”

She looked back at the repair and nodded slowly. “I can’t promise it, but I’m pretty sure.”

“A 'pretty sure' from you is good enough for me,” I said. “Let’s go. Anything else you need to do before we skip?”

“No, ma’am,” she said.

“All right, then. Good work, Parvati.” I turned to return to the cockpit, Nyoka next to me. “Where’d Felix get off to?” I asked. I hadn’t noticed him leave the engine room, and didn’t see him on my way to the cockpit.

She shrugged. “Probably went to find some food. You know how he is.”

“Yeah,” I said. Still, I was a little surprised he hadn’t stuck around to see the problem through to its end. That wasn’t like him. True to Parvati’s word, we skipped successfully to the Groundbreaker, and I went upstairs to find Felix to ask if he wanted to come with us onto the ship. I knew Junlei and Parvati were likely to be working for some time, and Felix would be disappointed if Nyoka and I left without him. His bedroom door was closed and I knocked twice.

“Come in!”

I pushed open the door and stepped inside. He was sitting at his desk, cleaning the grenade launcher that he always used with such gusto. He looked up briefly, barely meeting my eyes with a smile that felt forced before his gaze returned to his task. “You disappeared earlier,” I said. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah of course,” he said. “It just didn’t seem like there was much for me to do there. You know how I can be when it comes to that kind of stuff. More harm than good, right?”

“Maybe,” I said. His demeanor was off. He seemed nervous, and Felix wasn’t supposed to be nervous around me. It didn’t feel right, and I didn’t like it. “So everything’s ok?”

“Yep,” he said.

There was no point pestering him; I had learned Felix’s MO - if something was wrong, he’d bring it to me eventually and nothing I could do would get it out of him before then. “All right, I trust you,” I said. “You’d tell me if it wasn’t. You trying to come onto the Groundbreaker while Junlei helps Parvati with the ship, or do you want to stay here?”

“I’ll come, if you don’t mind,” he said, reaching for a rag to wipe his dirtied fingers on.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I minded. C’mon, let’s go.”

“All right, Boss.” He seemed lost in thought as we descended the ramps to the base level of the ship. He was probably just tired from the mission, coming down from the stress of it all. That made sense.

Nyoka joined us as we left the ship, and we crossed the landing pad, moving into the heart of the Groundbreaker. “Anyone looking for anything in particular?” I asked.

“I was thinking of getting a drink,” Nyoka said. “Anyone care to join?”

“At 11 AM? I think I’m good,” I said, and Felix laughed. He seemed a little more himself now, and I liked that.

“Suit yourself,” Nyoka said. “I’ll see you back on the ship.”

“What about you, Felix?” I asked as we continued down the thoroughfare.

He shrugged. “Nothing in particular. Just thought I’d tag along.”

“All right then,” I said. “I’m trying to find some deals on ammo. Wanna scare Belle into cutting me a discount?”

He looked at me incredulously. “I don’t know about that, Boss.”

“Oh right, ‘cause she’d be the one doing the scaring, wouldn’t she?”

He frowned, his lower lip jutting out in a pout that somehow tightened my chest. “That’s not fair,” he whined. “She sells weapons for a reason.” Even though it was fake, I hated seeing him upset. Of course, I felt that way about the rest of the crew too, but lately, I’d felt a little extra protective over Felix and I hadn't had the time to put my finger on why.

“I’m just kidding,” I said, nudging him with my elbow. “Cheer up.”

“Felix, is that you?” A female voice interrupted our conversation, and both Felix and I looked over to see a woman jogging toward us. She was tall, nearly as tall as Felix, dark red hair tucked into a loose braid that swung gracefully as she moved. A heavily modded revolver hung off her belt, and well-muscled arms emerged from her armor. Her face was pretty, dark gray eyes set under a strong brow, a dusting of freckles across her tan cheeks.

“Alaina?” Felix asked incredulously, opening his arms to embrace the woman as she reached him.

My stomach tightened slightly, a sour feeling in the back of my throat. Oh. That was why I had been paying a little extra attention to Felix lately.

Oh no.

I couldn’t let myself get distracted like this. Not when there was so much to get done. My romantic history was messy to say the least, and the last thing I wanted was to risk fouling up my friendship with Felix by letting my feelings get involved.

She had stepped back, and I realized she was holding out a hand for me to shake. “I’m Alaina,” she said.

I cleared my throat, shaking her hand firmly. “Rose Cornett. Pleasure to meet you.”

“I’ve heard of you,” she said. “Never thought I’d find Felix on your crew, though.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“Oh, you know. He’s a troublemaker. Didn’t think he’d be much for a crew like yours.”

“Shut up, Alaina,” Felix protested. “I’m not like that anymore.”

She raised an eyebrow skeptically. “You don’t seem very different to me.”

"Well, I am," he said obstinately. "I've got plenty of stories."

“Well, tell me 'em over the lunch you're about to buy me,” Alaina said.

“Yeah, sure,” Felix said. “Wanna come, Captain?”

“Already ate.” The lie slipped off my tongue automatically. “Be back at the Unreliable in an hour. We’re out of here as soon as Parvati’s done.”

“Oh. Okay.” His face had grown more serious and I knew he had noticed the tone change I had failed to disguise. “See you then.”

“Yup.” I walked on towards Belle’s, silently cursing myself. Of course I had feelings for Felix. The stupidest thing about it was that I hadn’t realized it earlier. I was close with everyone on my crew, but now that I thought about it, I didn’t find myself admiring Nyoka’s smiles. I didn’t laugh as much with Parvati. I didn’t feel as much myself with ADA. Of course I liked him. He was kind, and brave, and loyal, and smart? Well, maybe not so much that. But Law, he was easy on the eyes. The thoughts crashed over me like a tsunami and again I cursed my own ignorance. Had it been so long since I’d had feelings for someone? Well, not counting the decades I spent on ice. How stupid could I be? I did my business with Belle quickly and then returned to the ship, holing up in my room and trying not to think of Felix’s date, or whatever it was, and how tightly he had embraced Alaina. I sat back, resting my feet on my desk and willing Parvati and Junlei to hurry up. The sooner we were out of here, the better.

#felix millstone #felix millstone x the captain #the outer worlds #outer worlds fic #nyoka #parvati holcomb

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thisweekingundamwing · 5 years

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This Week in Gundam Wing 20-26 October 2019

Here’s this week’s roundup!

Remember to give your content creators some love! And join in on the events at the bottom!

(Sorry it’s a bit late, I was busy finishing a fic yesterday and totally forgot about it. V_V)

~Mod Hel

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

Desolate Melody (Ch. 2) https://archiveofourown.org/works/20923046/chapters/50319779

Chang Wufei/Reader, WuFei Chang/Sally Po

Drama, Romance, Trauma, Mentionings of rape, Torture, Angst, Sexual Content, Violence, Lemon, Lime

You have been broken. And even he can't fix you. So what are you to do

The beautiful Dead https://archiveofourown.org/works/21180326

Heero Yuy/Reader

Lemon, PWPish, Sexual Content, Halloween

His face was a hard one to forget.

@duointherain

Beneath Gravitation (Ch. 1) https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/188548090714/beneath-gravitation-1

Notes: Vice-Minister Darlian’s name was not found.. so I made one up.

Maureen Darlian stood outside her daughter’s room. Head tilted back, she took a long slow breath. Relena had always been such a quiet and dignified child. Perfect grades and not a single detention had preceded Duo. Duo Maxwell Darlian had come with several detentions and two D’s, but Relena was much happier.

@janaverse

Stickies from Heero (Ch. 22) https://archiveofourown.org/works/19796581/chapters/50459294#workskin

Heero Yuy & Duo Maxwell, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Get Together, Friendship, Eventual Sap, Eventual Implied Sexual Content, Mentions of Trowa ⋆ Quatre ⋆ Wufei ⋆ Relena ⋆ Sally - for now

Cosplay:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/188495508416/wig-try-out-for-lady-une-pretty-excited-to-try

Lady Une hair!

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@disturbed02girl

https://disturbed02girl.tumblr.com/post/188480124760/lil-milliardo-and-chubby-relena

Milliardo and Relena Peacecraft, Glory of the Losers

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/188561573243/quatre-is-thoroughly-enjoying-whatever-it-is-he

Quatre Raberba Winner, screencap

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/188562472198/slowly-slowly-too-nice-a-job-to-rush-from

WuFei Chang, Endless Waltz Portrait Collection

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/188562448933/smile-for-the-camera-q-from-the-gundamwing

Quatre Raberba Winner, Endless Waltz Portrait Collection

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/188562432548/i-am-digging-the-piercing-tro-from-the

Trowa Barton, Endless Waltz Portrait Collection

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/188541389853/typically-casual-duo-from-the-gundamwing-endless

Duo Maxwell, Endless Waltz Portrait Collection

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/188541312503/a-little-shy-there-yuy-from-the-gundamwing

Heero Yuy, Endless Waltz Portrait Collection

Head Canons:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/188598748554/character-ask-our-girl-catherine

Catherine Bloom

GW OC-October:

@skullqueensart

https://skullqueensart.tumblr.com/post/188512051002/gwoc-october-week-3-day-1

About OCs - Day 13

https://skullqueensart.tumblr.com/post/188507513467/gwoc-october-week-1-day-5

About OCs - Day 5

https://skullqueensart.tumblr.com/post/188507222977/gwoc-october-week-1-day-4

About OCs - Day 4

https://skullqueensart.tumblr.com/post/188512018272/gwoc-october-week-2-days-1-7

About OCs - Days 6-12

https://skullqueensart.tumblr.com/post/188507038252/gwoc-october-week-1-day-3b

About OCs - Day 3 (b)

@graydama

https://graydama.tumblr.com/post/188439557420/gw-oc-october-2019-day-18

Vivette - Day 18

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/188472701280/duo-on-the-phone-hey-tro-my-hands-are-stuck-in

Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/188518739314/duo-have-you-ever-just-wanted-to-do-normal

Duo & Heero

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/188541708332/quatre-if-you-were-a-fruit-what-would-you-be

Quatre & WuFei

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/188543787844

Tag Yourself GW Edition

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/188446328967/une-stop-getting-involved-in-other-peoples

Une & Noin

Calendar Events:

@gundamzine

Rhythm Generation: Shooting Stars, Celebrating 25 Years of Gundam Wing

Meet the Mods https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/186886285283/head-mod-lifeaftermeteor-brittany-has-been-a

Zine Content https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/186791784139/rhythm-generation-shooting-stars-is-an-unofficial

Zine Pre-orders Opening Soon! https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/188493882928/pre-orders-for-the-rhythm-generation-gundam-wing

@gundam-wing-bingo

Gundam Wing Bingo is here!

Come and sign up for a card here: https://gundam-wing-bingo.tumblr.com/post/185466400076/gundam-wing-bingo

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, November 1st! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/188605561646/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-november

For those going to Pillowfort, find us here.

If anyone has ideas for prompts, PLEASE send them in! Our ask box is always open.

In need of Winter prompts!

@gwoc-october

GW OC October 2019!

Full daily prompt list: https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/188075419625/gw-oc-october-2019

Come have fun and tell us about your Gundam Wing OCs!

@seasons-of-gundamwing

Events Calendar! https://seasons-of-gundamwing.tumblr.com/post/188285778326/seasons-of-gundam-wing-events-calendar

Here’s the Pillowfort discussion.

@thisweekingundamevents

Gundam Wing Holiday Gift Exchange 2019/2020

https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/188113410410/holiday-gift-exchange

Sign-ups Close on November 1st!

Schedule: 20 October: Sign-ups Open! - 3 November: Sign-ups Closed! - 10 November: Assignments sent out! - 5-11 January: Post your Gifts!

Go here to sign up! https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/188469748044/gundam-wing-holiday-gift-exchange-20192020

Gundam Wing Unorthodox Undercover Work Mini Bang

Mini Bang Timeline: https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/186718109915/unorthodox-undercover-mini-bang

Upcoming deadlines! https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/187624128440/gundam-wing-unorthodox-undercover-work-mini-bang

Mini Bang Writers! Today is the last day I’ll be accepting them, please get them in! https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/188546804705/mini-bang-writers

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #20-26 October 2019

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musically-magic · 4 years

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Author Interview

Thank you @ma-serannas-vhenan for the tag!

Name: Most everyone knows me by Musi but I'll answer to Mel.

Fandoms: Common ones to see me post about: Mass Effect, Dragon Age, The Arcana, and When the Night Comes

Where You Post: Anything I am currently working on and actively updating is posted either here on Tumblr or over on my AO3 (MusicallyMagic). If you really wanna see my old stuff go and try to hunt down my old Quotev account.

Most Popular One-Shot: I believe that belongs to Unpredictable

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: AO3 wise, it's currently The Journals of Commander Shepard. I do have a story on Quotev that outranks it but I am not sharing that fire pit.

Favorite Story You Wrote: Currently I'm writing it, but it is my Reunited story featuring Terri. I might've skipped a few chapters just to give a chance to an awesome chapter idea.

The Way You Choose Your Titles: kinda a whatever sticks, sticks sorta deal

Complete: mainly my one shots

Incomplete: Most of my fics that aren't posted are incomplete cause I give up after a while.

Do You Outline: It's a new thing for me. Reunited and After the War have better outlines than This is War or Video Logs of Shepard but I'll get that fixed. I need to space This is War out more than it is.

Coming Soon: Video Logs of Shepard (ME1), Reunited (ME2), This is War (ME3), After the War (Post ME3, includes Citadel DLC). It'll make sense once it's all out but I modded my last playthrough which is what this is all following so minor changes from normal canon.

Do You Accept Prompts?: Yup! It might take me a while to write them but I love prompts

Upcoming Story You’re Most Excited To Write: All my fics featuring Terri. I think I have four plotted out that follow the events of the three Mass Effect games.

Tagging: @gryphonrampant @myrddinderwydd @kittenbluestudios and anyone else who wants to do this!

#musi answers tags

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depressed-sock · 5 years

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Ambulance part 2

So I’ve been working on and off, on this for months and I’m just going to throw it out into the world so I stop messing with it.

This is a second part to ambulance

TW: Allusions to abuse, suicidal character, hospital room, ask to tag

SPOILERS BELOW

You're barely awake when the screaming starts again. Kiyo's body thrashing against the bonds holding him down to the medical bed, his eyes open but clearly not awake.

"Please, please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'll behave, I'll listen, I'll-" his pleading screams continue, turning into pleading choked sobs by the time they finally put him under again.

The dampeners hold back the horrors his mind is experiencing… re-experiencing… honestly, that realization is more than enough to twist the knife deeper. Each flinch that Kiyo's had towards your touch flashes behind your eyes like a reel of film slowly replaying every bit you'd noticed but never put a name to. Not until now, not until you realized there was more than just a meaning that'd been scratched out by his nails.

He'd tried to hide it. Tried to play it off as nothing. You let him. Maybe for his sake but more likely for your own. You can feel the anger burning beneath your skin already. Cracking your own masks into pieces as you remember the ever persistent fear he'd had around you in those early years. The same fear that had come back with him from the grave.

But it was worse than before. You could tell in the way he moves, in the way he holds himself. Always ready to defend from an unexpected hit or at worse curl up in a ball to protect anything vital. Flinching at anything that got to close, and tired haunted grey eyes that couldn't meet yours.

Your hands lie uselessly in your lap, a forced relaxation even though you can feel the energy surging through your fingers. A feeling of static that numbs them into complacency. Afraid to touch, afraid to reach out. You can't soothe the horrors his mind is experiencing endlessly right now, you can't do anything to make up for your past failures. For not seeing the truth that's been right in front of you.

So you wait. Watching as people come and go. Wei stays for as long as he can, deep purple bags under his eyes as he sits beside you, arms crossed and jaw tightened. Probably going through a million different things in his head that all lead to a single clear point. If you tried you might be able to guess that exact point but right now Wei's exhaustion seeps and mixes with yours.

You're two tired old men waiting for the inevitable guillotine to finally cut you both down.

It's not long before duty calls him back to work. He pushes out of his chair, a step forward and suddenly he's leaning in front of you, face to face. A careful press of chapped lips against yours, a hesitancy in the breath that mingles with your own. For a second he lets himself break just a bit. Dark eyes brimming with unshed tears, lips you seize with yours to sing a song of desperation and words neither of you can speak.

Not yet. Not here at least and not until Kiyo wakes up. He pulls away a broken man that pieces himself together bit by bit. His hand hovering over Kiyo's before he gives it a hesitant squeeze. You watch him walk out the door, Wei Chen firmly pushed down and Marshal Steel slipped back into place like that's who he's always been.

He leaves you with the silence of empty hallways and a room buzzing with noise. The sounds of beeps and machines that tell you Kiyo is alive. But they can't tell you for how long.

How long before someone comes looking for him. How long can you try to protect him from them. How long can you protect him from himself?

He'd yell at you for even thinking that.

"I'm sorry," it's your voice this time. Soft and broken and begging for forgiveness from someone who could never give it to you, "I'm sorry I wasn't there, I'm sorry if I made it feel impossible for you to tell me the truth, I'm sorry that it's ended up like...this."

You rub a hand against your face, wiping away the tears building in your eyes, "As long as I've known you, you've felt like someone so much stronger than me. So much more… real than anyone I've ever known."

Someone that treated you like you were still human despite your mods, despite your leash. Someone you didn’t want to disappoint with the truths of who you really are. Hidden beneath layers upon layers so that if he ever got through one there would be another one lying in wait for him.

Too many layers between you both on each side. Hiding things from each other until all that’s built is a relationship held together by lies and secrets and two people terrified of the other’s rejection.

You feel a laugh build in your chest and you listen as it comes out with a hint of desperation. How does Wei deal with either of you? You’re both such a mess.

"And then you died,” your voice feels hollow as you continue on, “…. And I fell apart, I guess I’m still falling apart in a few ways… Finding you again… I thought maybe I was finally starting to crack. But it really was you and I began thinking that maybe it was a sign of a second chance instead. A chance to make up for everything I never said, or at least be there for you now… for all those times I wasn’t.”

Try to fix everything you’d broken. Trying to help him piece himself back together. Because that’s what you do. Try to fix the hurt so that you can feel like your fixing your own.

You find yourself staring out the window, the night sky dimly lit by the city below, "I thought I could help you, thought I was following all the clues to something that terrified me. So when you gave me an out and whether you did it knowingly or unknowingly… I guess it doesn't matter which since I wanted to accept it as the whole truth with no other options."

You didn’t want to think about what you’d have to do if he became dangerous.

You catch his reflection in the window, chest steadily rising up and down. No signs of any distress suddenly returning. No signs of waking anytime soon. You start to rub your eyes, trying to erase the tiredness… ignoring the tears building behind them as you remember the terror he looked at you with.

Kiyo. Sidestep… Heartbreak. You wonder if he chose that name as a shout for help. Telling you exactly who he was, what he's still suffering from. Crying out for help in a way he thought you'd see.

But you didn't see. You didn’t want to see, “It was too late for my help, anyway, wasn’t it? Too late to help, too late to fucking save you from… them… from any more pain. Only there to find the broken pieces you had to glue back together by yourself and all I can fucking think to say is I’m sorry.”

“God, do you ever stop fucking talking?”

You startle turning to find half lidded grey eyes looking at you exhausted and tired. No screaming, no panic. Just the sight of an irritated Kiyo that causes a sudden crushing relief that you have to choke back the relieved sob that follows. “You’re awake.”

“I’m not really confident in that statement,” he looks away, trying to scan the room but failing as he eyelids haphazardly fall shut. He sighs, turning back to you blinking slowly. "Why are you here?"

“What?” your face immediately scrunches in confusion, unsure exactly what he’s asking.

"Don't give me that bullshit... don't look at me like that," his hands ball into fists but he doesn’t try to move more than that. Like he's keenly aware he wouldn't be able to move them anyway.

He stares at you, grey eyes more akin to ice than you ever remember them being. Cold, hard, hiding everything behind a lock and key.

And it’s more revealing than he knows.

"... You know what fine. No bullshit," you're tired, he's tired. It's time for you to stop being afraid of pushing him away, "I'm here for you. I’m here because the person I lo- the person I care about decided the best way to handle this was to become a fucking Villain."

His laugh is bitter and loud, “Who said I was handling anything?” He sighs looking up at the ceiling, “I haven’t been handling shit...I don’t get why you’re still here.”

“Kiyo-”

“No, Ortega. You know as well as I do that you shouldn’t be here,” his voice is steady, face already becoming a mask you’re so familiar with. “You’ve seen the truth.”

“I know exactly what I've seen and it changes nothing. It doesn't change that what you've been put through was wrong, it doesn't change the person you are… it doesn't change how I feel about you."

"It should." Voice still so cold but you can see the cracks in his mask. The way his lip quivers just a hint as his eyes begin to turn watery.

"Well too bad for you you're stuck with me."

He laughs, bitter and broken in response, "You’re an idiot."

“Yep.”

“I'm an idiot too."

"I'm definitely not disagreeing with that."

His next laugh is brighter and honest. And you watch as he crumbles bit by bit. Loud sobs mixed with laughter as he finally lets himself break in front of you.

And you can't help but join him. A crashing wave of relief made worse by the tiredness that's seeped into your bones. You should call Wei. Tell him that Kiyo's finally awake and aware.

But for right now you let yourself have this moment.

...

"Also, I kicked Hollowground in the face for you.”

"Wait.....What?!"

"Well that and because he's such a fucking asshole."

"Again, What!?"

#fallen hero rebirth #Kiyo Basri #Steelchargestep #ricardo ortega #fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero spoilers #my writing #tw: abuse

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writingarchangels · 5 years

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Lost & Found (Michifer)

Pairing: Michael/Lucifer

Characters: Michael, Lucifer, Chuck & Amara

Word count: 1.7K

Triggers: scared & sad Lucifer, I guess? Pain, hurt, angst with a happy ending

Square: Amara

Mod tag: @heavenandhellbingo

Jealous at her brother's creation - the first Archangel - The Darkness decided to give this 'creating' a try herself... but the end results are not as she hoped. Yet this terrified blinded creature might just end up becoming quite something after all.

I want to try doing that too, The Darkness thought as she was watching her younger brother fussing over the thing he had recently created. God had called it an 'Archangel' – whatever that might mean really – and seemed to be pretty darn proud of it. When she had tried to get a better look at this so-called Archangel, God had pulled it away and out of her sight. All she managed to see of it were wings. Blue wings.

Because her brother was being a dick and wouldn't allow her to look at this being, she had gone off in a fit of rage and went to try to create something on her own. She just wanted to be able to call something her own – and possibly rub it in her brother's smug face that she could do more than only destroy.

How hard can it be?

Creation is hard, The Darkness discovered early on. No matter what she tried, or how she attempted to do it, she never quite got it right. The first twenty tries or so her creations simply exploded or spontaneously combusted before she could give them life. It took her another hundred attempts to be able to create something that lived at all. But even then, they just kept on dying no matter how badly she tried to keep them alive.

Frowning, she looked down at the hunched shape before her, waiting for the inevitable moment it would die too, but that did not happen. For a while, she simply waited to see what would happen, but nothing seemed to happen. While it wasn't exactly moving around – even though she had given it limbs and even wings – it did stay alive. It didn't come close to her brother's creation, but it was something and it came from her.

Curiously, she kneeled in front of her creature and poked it in the hopes of receiving a reaction. A terrified screech came from the creature and it scrambled away from her as it made itself as small as possible, six pink wings wrapping around a shaking body. "I'm not trying to harm you," The Darkness frowned, wondering if it was even able to understand what she was saying. Did it even recognize her as its creator? Did it even know that it directly came from her?

"Can you even understand me at all?" She tried again, trying to speak in a gentler tone now.

The creature did not show any signs of understanding her. It pulled further away from her and it was scrambling and feeling around as if it was terrified of something. Of what, she didn't know. Taking a closer look at the creature, she realized that it was blind and unable to perceive anything. Its eyes were looking ahead but unable to perceive anything.

The Darkness frowned, reaching out to her creature to try to help it. She figured she would be able to fix its eyes. However, the moment she touched it, the creature screeched and hit out at her with its pink wings. Startled, she dropped it, which made the creature attempt to dart away, limping as it did so. The Darkness was disappointed to discover that her mere touch had nearly destroyed its seemingly sensitive skin with black goo oozing out of the areas her hands had touched. It had ripped the skin right off. It might be alive, but it seems to be rather frail. It probably won't survive long on its own, she thought to herself, growing disappointed at yet another failure at creation. She would never be able to achieve what her brother did.

Looking down at the fumbling creature with the broken skin and trembling wings, she tried to think of what to do with it. Should she destroy it or simply leave and abandon it? Whatever she chooses, the result would be the same; it would die. But would she be the one to strike it down? Watching it trembling and fumbling around like that, she wasn't sure if she could. And if she destroyed her creation, wouldn't that only end in proving to her brother that she could do nothing else but destroy?

And thus The Darkness left and abandoned her frightful and flawed creature to its own fate.

It hurt. Everything was hurting. A silent cry leaving his lips, the newly born creature curled in on itself, every movement of its muscles splitting open his skin. But it hurt more when he wasn't curled up he was quick to learn, so he pushed through it. He lifted the long things on his back – he didn't know what they were, but they felt soft and comforting, and so he placed them around his broken skin.

There was a voice, presumably speaking to him, but each time he flinched away from the voice. And then the voice touched him, and it hurt. And so, he had cried and tried to get away. He grew scared of the being he couldn't see but who could hurt him so easily. And then the voice left, and he was all alone. And he wasn't sure what was worse.

He laid waiting for a while, wrapped up in the soft things that grew out of his back. But no one seemed to go to him again. Feeling completely lost and having no idea what to do, he cried silently to himself as his tiny body shook.

Michael twisted in his father's hold as his tiny fluffy wings flared out. He had been sensing it for a while now, a feeling deep in his very being – as if something had taken hold of his grace and was tugging on it.

He needed to know what it was. Therefore, the tiny angel jumped out of his protesting father's arms and went to investigate. Or planned to, at least. For his plan was disrupted by his father grabbing him again. "Michael, don't wander off. It's dangerous out there," God told him with a light scowl.

"But there is something out there and they need my help! I can sense it!" Michael retorted, struggling against the arms holding him.

"Michael," God started to say, "there's nothing out there. Let along something that would actually need help with anything. So please, just calm down."

"No!" Michael protested.

Seeing that the tiny angel wouldn't calm down anytime soon, God sighed and decided he might as well let Michael have his fun. "Very well," he said, "go look for this creature, but I will be going with you." He wasn't about to let this Archangel he had spent a lot of time on wander off on his own and possibly get lost in the dark. Michael clearly wasn't about to let that be said twice and jumped out of his arms, blue wings fluttering, and then he was off, apparently knowing where to go. God was left running after the angel.

He wasn't alone anymore. Curling in on himself, he tried to make himself as small as possible. He might be overlooked that way. It didn't seem to work, for something seemed to sit down in front of him. "Father, what is it?" A voice called out. Stilling, he listened, shocked that he seemed to be able to understand it at all. He couldn't understand what the first voice had said – the one who had hurt him – but he could hear this one just fine. Another voice spoke, another voice he couldn't understand. But it sounded displeased. He winched away, afraid that this voice would end up hurting him as well.

"I like him!" The kind voice spoke. "Can he be my friend?"

The soft things on his back shuddered and he lifted them oh so slowly. He kept them around himself, but he listened. Something was placed over him and he tensed up, expecting there to be pain, but it never happened. What was placed over him was soft and warm, just like the things on his back, and he found himself leaning into it and taking comfort in their presence.

The other voice said something, and then there was a bright light, which even he could partly see with his blind eyes. He shrieked and flinched away. A noise of protest came from the kind voice. "Father, no! Please don't hurt him!" The voice called out. He was aware of something leaning over him, but they didn't touch him.

"Let him live!"

The light dimmed, and the other voice replied with something. Shaking fearfully, a tiny noise came from the small creature as he attempted to hide in the soft material that was still draped over him. "I will take care of him and raise him if I have to, but please, save him and give him a change."

The light came closer and instinctively, he tried to get away. It was scary, and he didn't want to get hurt. "It's alright," the kind voice told him, "he's going to help you and make you feel better."

You promise that? He couldn't speak the words aloud, but the other being seemed to understand him just fine. He didn't know how it worked - but there seemed to be a kinship between them. They understood each other and deep down, both felt just as lost and scared as the other did.

"I promise."

And so, he decided to trust him and allowed to light to gently touch him, to fuse with his being and create something new. Something beautiful and fair. Something which would never have any equal whatsoever. The pain disappeared as his skin got stronger. Eyes tinting a bright red, he would be able to see the world and the wonders it contained. Created from both light and darkness, he had been lost and stumbling... but then he was found.

Gingerly placed in a pair of outstretched arms, he twitched slightly with his eyes still closed. He needed a moment to get used to his new, stronger form. "Take good care of him, Michael. He has been through a lot, so he will need a lot of love. Do you know what to call him?" A voice said, and he realized that it was the voice belonging to the light.

"I get to name him?" The one who held him, Michael, asked.

"Of course."

Almost carefully, he opened his eyes and blinked up at the face hanging above him. The sparkling eyes and a loving smile. His own pink wings fluttered happily. "I think I'll call him Lucifer."

Lucifer tilted his head as the other replied, "Why's that?"

"Because he's my light."

Tags: @luciferstempest @gabrielsbackbitches @jgvfhl @staycejo1 @blakechaos08 @qslucid @i-miss-balthazar

IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED AS WELL, JUST ASK!!

#heavenandhellbingo #spn head canon #michifer #lucifer #michael #spn fanfiction #I still don't know how to properly tag my stories #angst with a happy ending #angst #fluff

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bcdrawsandwrites · 6 years

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Next entry for @badthingshappenbingo! (Also, mods from that blog, if you’re reading this--seems like Tumblr hiccuped when I made that last post and didn’t tag you properly, so here’s the other story I wrote, too.)

Reminder that I am still accepting prompts for this! Check out my initial post for the guidelines. Also note the current bingo card on this post–the things I mark with crossbones are completed prompts, and ones with a single bone are ones that have been requested, but not written yet.

(Fics are also posted to AO3 and FFN, but please just use the links in my blog desc to get to those ‘cuz I’m too tired to make links for them.)

Aaand here’s our next prompt, submitted by @shouldernova!

Prompt: Worked Themselves to Exhaustion Characters: Imelda, Coco, Óscar, Felipe, pre-movie

A week after Héctor left with Ernesto on the train out of Santa Cecilia, Coco’s left shoe began to fall apart. Ever the frugal one, Imelda had set about to fix it on her own, and found she wasn’t too bad at the task. This got her thinking, and as soon as she was able, she wrote to Héctor about her desire to learn to make shoes.

Héctor had been more than supportive of the idea. Not that she’d ever needed his approval, of course, but it always made her smile to see his support, even in written form. He’d even filled the letter with little drawings of shoes, which had gotten a laugh out of Coco. A shoemaker and a musician—they would be quite the pair!

He would send letters detailing the people he and Ernesto met, the places they would see, and the things they did. But of course, he would always go on about how much he missed his girls and how he couldn’t wait to see their faces again. He even wrote separate letters for Coco, usually on short scraps of paper and with big lettering for her to easily see. He would even send her poems and song lyrics, which delighted her to no end. (Sometimes Coco would ask Imelda to try to sing the new poems he would send, but it usually ended with the two of them laughing at Imelda’s woeful lack of songwriting talent.)

Every time he sent his letters and earnings, Imelda would immediately write up a letter to send back to him. It was an annoying process, having to mail it to the inn it was mailed from, with instructions to forward it to the next hotel (Héctor would always leave a note with the hotel staff to have the mail forwarded), but it made sure they both kept up with each other. Imelda was able to tell Héctor everything that happened while he was gone—about how she had been doing with her shoe-making apprenticeship, how Coco was doing and how much they missed him, how they’d been visiting regularly with her parents and brothers, and so on. She’d let Coco dictate a bit of the letter, too, which she could imagine made him smile.

But it wasn’t the same as his being there.

Coco was always asking Imelda about when Papá would come home, and unfortunately, the answer was always changing. Along with all the other things Héctor wrote to them about, there would also be the occasional update about their tour—invariably, about how it was going to be extended. A few more days, a few more weeks. Another month.

While Héctor had never been a doormat, he’d always had trouble saying no to Ernesto.

Still, Imelda admitted, he was working hard for them, and so was she.

She’d already started preparing to set up shop, but it was more difficult work than she’d anticipated—and not just in terms of paperwork and preparing the supplies. Even with the money Héctor sent her, the supplies she had to buy went a bit over her budget. Despite this, she was determined to keep going with one less meal a day for herself, as long as Coco was fed.

When the first orders came in, Imelda was nearly overwhelmed. She knew how to make all of these kinds of shoes, of course, but now she wasn’t apprenticing under a skilled shoemaker—she was working on her own. Still, she wasn’t going to let Coco know just how overwhelmed she felt. Instead, she would send Coco off to visit her grandparents and tíos while she worked alone at the house. Years from now she would probably think back to this moment and laugh at how overwhelmed she’d been at a handful of simple orders—she knew this, because she wasn’t going to give up. She knew things would be bumpy at the start, even if it was a bit more than she’d expected, and she knew that it wouldn’t be quite so hard once Héctor was home.

Several days later the orders were done and paid for, and the money came in. And sure enough, so did Héctor’s earnings. It still didn’t quite make up for the cost of starting the business, but that was okay—she could manage like this for a bit longer until more money came through. She could keep going until Héctor returned.

But as the weeks wore on, so did the tour.

“Don’t worry, mi amor, I’ll be back for Dia de Muertos.”

Dia de Muertos passed. Imelda lit candles for Héctor’s parents alongside the ones for her own relatives, and went back to work on her orders.

“It really shouldn’t be for much longer. I’ll definitely be there before my birthday.”

His birthday passed. Imelda and Coco wrote him birthday wishes and mailed them off to him.

“I’ll put my foot down this time. I’ll take the train home, and be there before Las Posadas.”

Las Posadas, Nochebuena, and Navidad all passed, and the letters had stopped coming.

When she and Coco came to stay at her parents’ place over the holiday (and after she managed to get away from explaining the shoe-making process to her brothers for the dozenth time), her mother drew her aside. “No man with any respect for his family skips Navidad,” she said. There was a long pause, as Imelda struggled for the words to say. “I told you this would happen event—”

“He’s coming back,” Imelda snapped back, and that was the end of it. She didn’t speak with her mother for the rest of her time there, and the next day, she and Coco went home.

Imelda was just getting back to her work orders when Coco stepped up to her. “When is Papá coming back?” she asked, and Imelda paused.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, staring at the shoes numbly. In all honesty, she’d answered her mother out of sheer stubbornness, though she knew that there had been some truth to her mamá’s words.

He’d said he would be home. He’d said he would put his foot down, and take the train home.

That was the last he’d said.

As she mulled it over, a worry came over her—what if he had taken the train, but something had happened?

The next opportunity she got, she headed for the train station, demanding to see the records of the passengers from Mexico City to Santa Cecilia. After a bit of prodding, the workers at the station relented, and she scoured the records for any mention of Héctor’s name, starting from the day he’d sent the letter and onward.

Nothing.

He’d never boarded the train, like he said he would. That meant one of two things: he’d changed his mind, or he’d been lying, and she wasn’t sure which was worse.

Imelda found herself partially saddened and partially angry at the thought, but there was another worry that gnawed at her: if he wasn’t sending letters, he wasn’t sending earnings, either. While part of her was angry at herself for thinking about money when her husband was surely the more important thing, she reminded herself firmly that their daughter was important, too. And even if Imelda could go without dinner every day, Coco could not.

So later that night, after tucking Coco in and after making some last-minute touches on her current orders, she did not immediately go to bed. Instead she sat at her desk with a pen and paper and began to work out the budget for her meager savings and earnings.

With the cost requirement for her shoemaking supplies combined with the cost for food, the money she made was simply not enough to cover both. The supplies were too important—she needed them to carry out the business. Feeding Coco was important as well, and making her go without a meal was unthinkable.

Two hours into the night, Imelda could find no other solution—she would have to limit her own meals again. She’d been learning to deal with going hungry in the evening, and she could learn to deal with a little less food. (Or she could ask her parents for help, but that would mean admitting she was wrong and that she could not take care of her family, which she refused to do.)

As the weeks went on, her limited budget and limited meals wore on her more than she’d anticipated. She was finding herself growing more and more tired, but people were pleased with her work, and the orders kept coming in. This should have meant more money, but she couldn’t keep up with the orders on her own, and the work continued to pile up.

And to twist the knife, Coco was still asking about Héctor.

“Why hasn’t he sent a letter, Mamá?” “Can you read me another letter?” “When is he coming home?”

When, indeed.

The thought made her angrier the more she thought about it—why hadn’t he come home? Why would he stop sending the letters? Stop sending money? Did he not care if Coco starved? Did he truly care more about his stupid friend, his stupid tour, his stupid music more than his family?

Imelda tried to put the thoughts out of her head—she had to focus on Coco and shoes right now. She had to, or there was no way she would survive.

But surviving was getting harder. It seemed sometimes that no matter how much work she did, it never got any easier, and the pile of orders never grew smaller. She was making shoes, ordering supplies, shopping, making food, and taking care of Coco, and it felt like it never ended.

At least before, relief would come in the form of Héctor’s letters—until she got to the parts stating that his tour was being extended yet again. Now she didn’t even have that, and instead of the thought of her husband bringing her joy, it brought her anger. That no-good músico—how could he leave her and Coco like this?! But… fine. If that cabrón thought he didn’t need her anymore, fine. She didn’t need him anymore, either, and she could take care of this business and raise Coco all on her own.

Imelda let her anger fuel her. It was all she had left.

But even stubbornness and anger were no match for the slow, steady stream of trouble that continued to chip away at her. Deep down, she knew it was only a matter of time before she would finally crack.

One day she sat at her work table, eyelids drooping as she worked on a pair of wingtips that was giving her trouble. They never had before, but in her exhaustion she’d made a mistake with the leather and had to start over on the left shoe. Even though she’d gone for some time with her adjusted diet, she still felt hunger gnawing at her—the eggs she’d had this morning didn’t make up for her small lunch and skipped dinner. On top of that, she found herself nodding off—sleeping through the night on an empty stomach was never easy—and had to constantly force herself to focus. She was so tired, and so hungry, but these shoes weren’t going to finish themselves, and money wasn’t going to keep coming in the mail.

No thanks to that no-good, stupid musi—

“Mamá, when is Papá coming home?”

The half-finished shoe struck against the table with a bang, followed by loud clattering noises as several tools fell to the floor.

“He’s not coming home, Coco!”

Imelda was standing, though she couldn’t remember getting up, and her mind didn’t immediately register the expression on her daughter’s face as she went on: “That man does not care about us anymore, and he is never coming home!”

It took her a moment to realize that Coco was taking several steps backward, eyes wide and hands covering her mouth. She then realized that she’d shouted at her daughter, and had struck the table, and had been glaring down at her, and—

Fiery anger was quickly drowned out by the cold numbness of shock. “Mija—”

“No!” Coco cried, taking a more deliberate step back and shaking her head. “Papá said he was coming home! He is! He’s going to come back!”

Angry tears stung at Imelda’s eyes, and she tried to keep them away. Stupid musician, look what you’ve done to your daughter, sending her those letters and making her hold onto a foolish hope for so long…! She shook her head, and she spoke again, not quite as harshly as before: “That man lied to you, mija. He stopped sending letters months ago. He’s not coming back.”

“No! No!” And Coco bolted, running past Imelda and out the door. “PAPA!”

“Coco!” Imelda cried, turning to run after her, only to step on one of the tools she’d knocked off the table and fall to the ground. She dropped to her knees and caught herself on her hands, scraping both palms against the floor, and shakily rose to her feet. The world seemed to spin for a moment at the thought that she’d lost her husband, and she couldn’t lose her daughter, too.

Fighting against the pain in her knees, she rushed out the door and looked around the courtyard, but Coco was nowhere in sight. Furthermore, the gate had been pushed open, just enough for a small child to get through.

“COCO!” Imelda shouted, yanking the gate open and looking down the road one way, then another.

She didn’t have to search long; a short distance down the road, Óscar and Felipe were crouched down, trying their best to soothe a sobbing and frantic Coco. Imelda heaved deep sigh, grateful that her brothers had apparently decided to pay her a visit today.

She walked toward the three at a careful pace, wary of making Coco run off again. As she got closer, she could make out some of the words her daughter was babbling: “G-gonna be back… o-o-on the train… s-s-said he’d be…”

Felipe was the first to look up at Imelda, giving her a questioning look as he rubbed Coco’s back. She only shook her head—she didn’t want to talk to them about this while Coco was there to hear. Seeming to sense this, Felipe wordlessly nudged Óscar, who patted his niece’s back before standing up.

While Felipe picked up Coco, Óscar approached Imelda, looking her up and down. He seemed to note the scuff marks on her apron and red patches on the heels of her hands, but his gaze lingered on her face. “What happened?” he asked quietly.

In spite of the shame she felt in her chest, she refused to look away from Óscar’s gaze. “I… I snapped at Coco,” she admitted, hating the way her voice was beginning to waver.

“She wanted to go to the train station,” Óscar said, looking back to Felipe, who was bouncing Coco around. The little girl gave a soft, tired giggle. “I… guess she thinks Héctor will be there.”

“He won’t be,” Imelda said, finally turning away. “He never will be.”

Seconds later, she felt Óscar’s hand on her shoulder. “You’re working too hard, hermana. Don’t think no one’s noticed.” He paused. “…Even Coco.”

Imelda gave a start, glancing over her shoulder.

Óscar nodded. “She told us that you told her that… that adults don’t need to eat as much as little niñas.”

“It’s true,” she said, looking her brother in the eye. “Coco’s a growing girl.” But, seeing his unconvinced look, she heaved a sigh. “I’ve been cutting some of my own meals. But I’ll be all right, once I earn enough money to—”

“How long have you been going like this?”

Imelda paused, not because she didn’t want to answer, but because she’d been doing it for so long she’d legitimately forgotten when she’d started. It wasn’t after the letters stopped—no, it was sometime before that, when… “…Since I started the business.”

“Imelda!” Óscar cried, throwing out his arms. Some distance behind him, Felipe and Coco looked up in surprise before her brother quickly went back to distracting her. “You’re going to kill yourself like this!”

“You’re one to talk!” Imelda snapped. “I can’t count the times you two would get hurt from your absurd experiments!”

Óscar flinched back, arms wrapped around his middle. “W-we’re just… worried about you,” he said, looking away. “You… you haven’t been yourself since Héctor left.”

Slowly she realized that she’d snapped at someone, again, and rubbed at her forehead. “…Lo siento,” she said, heaving a sigh. “I didn’t mean to shout.”

“It’s okay,” he said, though his tone didn’t say the same. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him motion to Felipe, who came closer. “Listen, um… We weren’t sure if this was the right time, but—”

“—Óscar and I were thinking,” Felipe went on. “Mamá and Papá have been wanting us to get a job for ourselves, and we’re—”

“—both very interested in the whole shoe-making process.” Now Óscar was starting to perk up. “You won’t have to—”

“—teach us much, since we’ve already—”

“—memorized it from what you told us.”

“Just need to watch it a few times.”

“Two.”

“Or three.”

“And then we could join you!” they finished.

Coco, still in Felipe’s arms, giggled at the two’s back-and-forth speech. She still had dried tear stains on her face.

Imelda looked from her daughter to her brothers, thinking this through. Her brothers would be two more mouths to feed, but she knew they spoke the truth when they insisted they were fast learners. If they could help her with work, she could finish the orders faster, and take on more orders at once… meaning more pay. Meaning she might not have to skip meals any longer.

It was hard, knowing that Héctor would probably never come back, but…

Looking at her two brothers staring at her eagerly and her daughter looking up at them, she knew—that musician may have abandoned her, but her family had not.

She was going to be okay.

#imelda rivera #coco rivera #hector rivera #coco #pixar coco #coco spoilers #rivera family #my writing #fanfic #yaaaaay another fic down #this one was a bit of a fight to get written but I did it!!#writing the whole thing like 'plz imelda take care of yourself sheesh'

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tonystarkbingo · 6 years

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Week Six Roundup

Mod Note: Because of holiday and other real life stuff, Mod Tisfan is a little behind on reading everyone’s fics for this week. So if there’s no note beside your fic, don’t worry, I’ll catch up soon! Promise! I’m so excited at how much work everyone’s done!

Name of Piece Wedding Dress for Sale, Worn Once By Accident by @voodoofee Square Filled continued A3 freesquare Rating M Warnings smut, light dom/sub Summary Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes Bucky finds a strange note in the elevator reading, Wedding dress for sale, worn once by mistake, with the number of someone named Tony. Bucky only knows one Tony but he doesn't think that's the guy’s name. Why else should the packages he sometimes receives be addressed to one A. Edward Stark? Whoever it is, Rebecca's wedding is coming soon and he wanted to buy her a dress. Maybe this one fits? He's pretty sure she won't mind that it has already been worn once... Chapter 8

Name of Piece: What Happens at the Beach House by @tisfan Square Filled A1: Fake Relationship Also on A03 Rating Mature Warnings: fake relationship, blowjob, accidental nudity, there was only one bed, bed sharing, pining, idiots Summary: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes

“Come on, I need this,” Tony begged. “I know, I know, it’s degrading, and you’re straight, but it’s my mom. She’s not going to stick us in the same room or anything.” Narrator: She did, in fact, stick them in the same room.

Name of Piece Quantum Realm Travel gone Wrong by @toneestark Square Filled K1 - Crossover Marvel x Marvel Rating teen and up Warnings graphic violence, zombies, hurt/comfort Summary gen

Tony Stark and Hank Pym have a way to reverse all of Thanos' wrong doings, but they need a quick trial to ensure that the technology can work. Winding their way into a worm hole through the quantum realm, they finally make it to an alternate universe and an alternate timeline, only it wasn't quite what they were expecting...

Name of Piece Giving Him Excitations by @polizwrites Rating Mature Warnings No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Sex Toys, Vibrators, Exhibitionism Square S2 - Vibes in Public. Summary: Tony Stark/Steve Rogers Tony Stark is a sneaky, kinky SOB and Steve kinda loves it; it certainly makes their next team meeting more interesting.

Mod Tisfan’s Commentary slightly different twist on this trope. Hilarious.

Name of Piece Occupational Hazard by @novarain01 Square Filled S5 - occupational hazard Rating Mature Warnings NSFW art fill Summary

Tony Stark, laying on red bedsheets, wearing skimpy underwear and covered with lipstick, bite marks, rope burn, and a sarcastic grin, looks up at the viewer.

Mod Tisfan’s Commentary: you can just feeel the smug, here...

Name of Piece The Vague & the Unmistakable by @wakandan-wardog Rating general Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Birthday Fluff, Flirting, Suggestive Themes, Not Beta Read, Not Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie) Compliant Summary:

Looking back on it, there are several things that should have tipped Steve off that today was his Birthday. (Starting with the fact that it’s suddenly clear Tony engineered every one of them.) Square Filled: T4: writing format: five things

Name of Piece Soulmates Aren’t Just Lovers by @celtic7irish Rating: Teen Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark Additional Tags: Forced soulbonding, Imprisonment, Abandonment Issues, winter soldier programming, Bucky Barnes is still in there, Tony Stark is the most stubborn, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Bucky needs a hug, Soulmates, TWS on never happened Summary:

Hydra wants Tony to build them Stark/Chitauri Hybrid weapons. When Tony refuses, they decide that they’ll make him more pliable. By forcing him into a soulbond with the Winter Soldier. After all, his programming should supersede Tony’s stubbornness. Right?

Square T1: Forced Soulbonding

Mod Tisfan Commentary: Beautiful and riveting. I hit the subscribe button SO FAST.

Name of Piece Where We Wanna Be by @rinnwrites Square Filled A1 - Meeting Alternate Universe Counterparts Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark Additional Tags: Multiple Universes Colliding, Meeting Alternate Universe Counterparts, Domesticity, Portals, Inhumans (Marvel), Getting Together, What Could Have Been Summary:

Tony and Bucky stumble through a portal to an alternate universe and they run into themselves, in a world without Avengers….or their enemies.

Name of Piece Always by @ouzoathena11 Rating: General Audiences Additional Tags: How Do I Tag, there’s a book club, and some inside jokes, It’s really not much, just some fun, Tony Stark Bingo 2018 Summary:

Tony bringing Darcy Lewis to Stark Industries brought more than he thought- including a book club!

Square A4- Always

Name of Piece A Place to Call Home by Stark-n-Barnes Square Filled S1 - Holding Hands Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Fluff, Neurosurgeon Stephen, Ex-Military Tony, Recovery, House Searching, Moving In Together, Marriage Proposal, Friend Reunions, Realtor Bucky, Holding Hands Summary: Stephen thinks moving in together would be a great idea, Tony disagrees. But can one, beautiful townhome change all that?

Name of Piece Schmoop - @bill-longbow Square Filled K3 - schmoop Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark, Additional Tags: Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie) Spoilers, Hopefully not Avengers 4 compliant, Schmoop, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, ALL THE FLUFF, waking up together, Angst, Not A Happy Ending, Coma Summary:

Tony’s content. There’s no other way to put it. The fighting’s over, the endgame has been played, nothing to fear anymore.

Mod Tisfan Commentary I read this by accident because it’s not very long. Now I am depressed.

Name of Piece Rewards for Good Behavior by @dracusfyre Square Filled R2 Gossip Press Rating explicit Warnings sexual content, jealousy Summary Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes

This is a continuation of my Dark!Tony story Positive Reinforcement (part 1 of Operant Conditioning) though it can be read as a smutty standalone.

James gets jealous when Tony turns on the charm for his adoring public.

Name of Piece From the Heart that Bleeds by @duckmoles Square Filled A3 - free square Rating gen/preslash Warnings Post Infinity War, possible spoilers Summary

Steve spends his hundredth birthday in Wakanda, still dealing with the fallout of Thanos. He doesn't feel like he's one hundred. He feels like he's one thousand.

(In which Steve and Tony tentatively start to forgive.)

Name of Piece Slack Water, part six: Shoals by Tisfan Square Filled K2: Reunion Also on A03 Rating Mature Warnings: Consentacles, tentacle sex, marine mating habits, oral sex (sort of? I dunno, Tony’s a fish!) Summary: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes

Bucky’s never actually been free. While Bucky is discovering what freedom is like, Tony is learning everything his mate likes. Fleeing south, Tony eventually brings Bucky home…

Name of Piece Out of Touch by Mitochondrials Rating: Explicit Square Filled: T3 - Fuck or die Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Additional Tags: Brief mention of Jarvis (William), Post-The Ultimates 2, Fuck Or Die, happy birthday steve, Dildos Summary: “I appreciate the sentiment. It’s very touching,” Tony said, and then paused, taking Steve in. “My, my, you’ve really forgotten haven’t you?” He reached to brush a hand along Steve’s cheek, causing Steve to shiver and lean down closer towards him. “You darling, brute of a man. It’s been your birthday going on six hours now. You’ve missed the fireworks? They’ve been going all week.”“I—” Steve blinked. Oh. Tony is suffering the aftereffects of some AIM engineered breeding chemical. Steve, despite his embarrassment, firmly advocates helping.

Mod Tisfan’s Commentary One of my personal favorite tropes, also, I love Ultimates, they’re so... I don’t even know the word, but their relationship is so delicious.

Name of Piece Aberrant Outcomes by @dracusfyre Square Filled K3 - Noncon Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark Additional Tags: Steve and Bucky are Not Friends, No actual rape but definitely non-consensual activity, Bucky Barnes's Trigger Words, Groping

Summary: James inadvertently follows Captain Rogers into the jaws of a trap.

Title: Try, Try Again Collaborator: @27dragons & @tisfan Link: AO3 Square Filled: S3 - Fuck or Die (Tisfan’s Tony Stark Bingo) and T5 - Fuck or Die (27Dragon’s Tony Stark Bingo) Ship: Bucky/Tony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: non-con, sex pollen, hand job, masturbating, coming untouched, fantasy, oral sex, anal sex, violence, kidnapping, hydra trash party adjacent Summary: Madam Hydra’s most successful project was Snowmelt; breeding children from the Winter Soldier. When she returns unexpectedly from the dead, she decides that Tony Stark will be a good donor for a new wave of experiment children. But first, she needs genetic material. And for that, she has a special drug for Tony.

Title: Resolving Dissonance - by @dracusfyre Square Filled: T3: Slave Fic Ship: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes Rating general Warning Dark!Tony Summary President Stark decides its time to reconcile with Captain America.

edited to fix misattributed fic: From the Heart that Bleeds was erroneously linked to @rinnwrites instead of its proper author, @duckmoles/Kirael. I’d say I don’t know how that happened, but we all know the truth... I made a mistake! Mod Tisfan

#tonystarkbingo2018 #tonystarkbingo #week 6 round up #round up

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ryqoshay · 6 years

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I was tagged by @lonelypond : Answer the questions below before tagging a fairly random number followers you want to get to know better.

I’ve never done one of these before, so what the heck, why not. First time for everything, right?

► Nicknames: In real life, mostly childish variations of my name, used by family and long-term friends. Here on the net, I’ve gained “Grandpa Ryqo” on Sukutomo, which I find amusing as all get out, so I’ve just gone with it.

► Gender: Meh…

► Sign: Not sure, honestly. And I’m too lazy to Google it atm. The only time I remember caring about astrological signs was when a friend got me into playing a modded version of Final Fantasy Tactics. Oh, and rolling my eyes at jokes about Nico being a Cancer.

► Height: A bit taller than average here in the U.S… I think? At least that’s been my observation

► Time: 14:07 CST at the time that I began filling this out… as of posting this, 16:55… I may have gotten distracted a few… oh look, another NicoMaki post!

► Birthday: In the third month of the year, probably

► Favorite Band/Artists: µ’s (They have maintained their top position for quite a while and likely will continue to do so for a while yet), Aqours, Hatsune Miku, Pentatonix, The Pillows, Queen, Benny Goodman, IOSYS, The Three Tenors, OK Go, Gorillaz, Peter Hollens, 2Cellos, The Supremes, The Beatles, Weird Al Yankovic, Lindsey Sterling, Johnny Cash, 403 Forbiddena, Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, The Ink Spots, Buddy Holly, … how many pages are you willing to read?

► Song Stuck in My Head: Dancing stars on me (Probably because it was the last song that was playing as I pulled into the garage a while ago)

► Last Movie I Watched: … Is it wrong that I honest don’t remember? My former roommate’s family owned a theater, so I used to keep fairly current. But ever since I moved, I’ve kinda fallen out of the loop. I mean, I watched just the musical numbers of several movies; Love Live (as if that should surprise anyone who might read this), Oliver, Sound of Music, Camelot, The King and I, etc, etc, etc, over the past however long, but I couldn’t even tell you which one of those was most recent. And on writing this, I realize I haven’t seen a movie in the theater since TLJ… Geez, almost halfway through the year and I don’t think I’ve watched a single move from start to finish. I should probably look into fixing that soon.

► Last TV Show I Watched: Shooter (Not sure what episode of the second season, as it was simply where my mom and stepdad had left off. Can’t say I’m entirely sold on the show, but it’s free on Netflix so maybe I’ll watch the first episode someday)

► What Do I Post: NicoMaki (Currently just my own fic and reblogs of pics I like. However, I really should start reblogging some of the other amazing fics out there.), YohaRiko (Again, my own fic and the occasional reblog of pics I like), and more NicoMaki.

I’m not big on getting into politics or religion or the like on the net, so while I may occasionally hit the Like button, I pretty much never reblog; though I might someday make a sideblog for such things. Also, since it seems some people like my writing style, perhaps someday I might start posting some of my other, non-LL stuff.

I actually started this blog posting non-LL stuff (or rather, not-immediately-obvious-LL, or only-LL-if-you-squint stuff) and honestly didn’t expect it to go anywhere. (14 posts with a grand total of 1 Like among them) Heck, even my first two posts for HtHaN didn’t even reach double digits in Notes. But here I am, almost two years later, posting away, and loving it.

Oh, did I mention that I post NicoMaki?

► Do I Get Asks: Yes. Which reminds me, I need to respond to the last few… I have a bad habit of checking my Inbox while I am on break at work and not having time to reply right away, and then forgetting about it when I get home because the notification is gone. (Sorry for delays in responses)

► URL Meaning: Despite my obvious bias towards NicoMaki stuff, and some YohaRiko as well, my screenname, Ryqoshay came from elsewhere. When I first started playing video games, I often named my character (or one of my characters) Ricochet, if they were a ranged character, as a joke referencing a favored sound effect from movies. However, as I entered the world of MMO’s, that name was often already taken, so in the case of City of Heroes, I added -chan to the end and gave her some Japanese ancestry. Also, as part of her bio, it became a nickname granted to an energetic girl who was “always bouncing off the walls.”

Then came City of Villains and once again, Ricochet was taken so I decided to take a different route with the character name by intentionally misspelling it. But, as I fancy myself a writer, I couldn’t leave it at that and had to give her an in-universe reason. And as she was a villain, I was more than happy to take a romp down the well-worn “tragic backstory” road. Thus, her parents finally got names, Yuri and Quentin, and were sacrificed to the deities of drama. After the tragedy, Rico augmented the spelling of her existing nickname to include the first letters of their names. Through my time with CoV, Ryqo gained a mercenary guild as every character I created thereafter became a member, with bios that expanded my new lore.

Things ended up taking a turn for the medieval when what was supposed to be a two paragraph bio for a D&D game turned into dozens of pages and the entire guild being translated over to the new genre. Strangely, it wasn’t even Ryqo that I was going to be playing, rather a member of her guild that had been hired out. This is the story I mentioned earlier that I am still considering posting someday, either here or on AO3, maybe both. Also, more recently, Ryqo found herself translated yet again, into a modern, LL-style world, as an aspiring idol. These are what ended up as the first posts I ever made on this blog, as I had been inspired by an idea that came up on my other digital haunt, Sukutomo.

TL;DR version: Ryqoshay is an intentional misspelling of Ricochet and actually has little to do with my current obsession with NicoMaki and Love Live in general, but I like the name and see little reason to change it now.

► Average Hours of Sleep: You’re going to make me do math…? Hrm… 4 hours there… 6 there… 3 for those nights (days, since I work nights)… I, uhm… dunno. I work nights over the week and shift to a different schedule when I want to spend time with my day-dwelling family or friends. I haven’t had a regular sleep schedule probably since high school.

► Nationality: North American mutt with lineages tracing back to all parts of Europe.

Alright, so I’m supposed to tag a few of my own followers... ... when the heck did I get over 300? Uhm... as this is my first time making one of these, I’m going to take the easy route and stick with names I recognize from the notes on my posts. Let’s go with: @nicoismywaifu, @nocturnal-one8, @sayowo, @kurotheyamineko, @cupcakedesuwa and @thelegend31 for now. I tried tagging spiritpandora and westomaki as I look forward to seeing them show up in the notes of my fics, but Tumblr won’t let me for some reason.

#I guess I ended up doing one of these question list meme things after all #Was kinda fun #Might do another someday

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fire-emblem-heroes-supports · 7 years

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FAQ

(In case you can’t view the FAQ because you’re on mobile, here it is!)

How long does the support chain need to be?

I can’t give you an exact answer. Not too long but not too short either. I suggest you read a canon support chain (from Fire Emblem Awakening, for instance) online to get an idea before you start working. Please be careful about the length, I won’t be able to accept a submission that is too short.

Someone already reserved/wrote supports for my favorite crack ship/brotp!

No problem! You perfectly may write an alternate version of their supports, but only if you feel like it will be different enough from the other version(s) (if the themes addressed are not the same, for instance).

Is there a deadline?

Nope, no deadline! Once you reserve a support chain, you technically have all the time in the world to write it. Although think well before requesting to write: if you take months to finish your supports, I will have to contact you to know whether you dropped it or not.

I reserved a support chain but changed my mind/lost motivation/don’t have the time to write it anymore…

If you realize you won’t be able to complete a support chain after reserving it (for whatever reason), please let me know right away so I can remove your username from the SUPPORTS IN PROGRESS page and make the pairing available again for other writers. It’s okay, that can happen ^^

I want to write supports for the Summoner but I’m not sure about their pronouns.

First, don’t use the name “Kiran”. To give the supports a more interactive aspect, please refer to the Summoner as “[y/n]”, “he/she”, “his/her”, etc. This way, readers can use the InteractiveFics extension to put their own name instead. Magic!

Can I write a support-chain for characters who are not in Heroes yet?

Yes, you can ^^

Will you edit my submission?

What I’ll do is fix the presentation and proof-read it for typos. If there are any big change to be made, I will contact you so we can talk about it.

Why don’t you write supports yourself?

For several reasons: I run the fireemblemxtextposts-realmblog and it’s quite time-consuming already. I’m also a college student busy with her master’s thesis. I might try to write supports when I have some free time again but it won’t be any time soon. That’s why it’s up to you to make this project live.

Edit 05/07/2017: I’m now done with college… and have to move to the other side of the country and find a job. That doesn’t sound like much free time but I’ll try to work on a few support chains ^^

Are there positions for mods to help you run this blog?

Not at the moment. While it’s true that I’m busy and mods could help, I’m also a hardcore perfectionist, as well as an introvert with trust issues who doesn’t like to rely on other people to run a blog, and I’m no good at team work. If it becomes too time-consuming though, I will have to. In which case, I will let you know ^^

Why do you tag “character x character” even when the supports are platonic?

If I use another kind of tag, I’ll just forget it. So for the sake of clarity, all interactions will be tagged as “[character’s name] x [character’s name]”, even if the supports stop at rank A.

Can we write support chains for Special Event characters? (Spring, Summer, Bride, etc.)

Absolutely!

#not a support #shauni posts crap #faq #rules

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becuzpurple · 7 years

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So I was wondering, what is your writing process? Like how long do you let something sit before you post it? Do you get someone else to read it first? How many times do you read through it before you post it? Just curious is all. Thanks. Hope all is well. Love ya

Oh, this could get long! LOL - I’ll try to summarize. 😊

I generally don’t sit on anything that’s complete, and I’ll post it as soon as possible. But “complete” for me is complicated. I write VERY slowly. My life is crazy-busy and quite stressful. I’m also chronically sleep-deprived and almost always really tired. Writing often gets put on the back burner because of these things, unfortunately.

I reread my work CONSTANTLY before posting, often while I’m still writing. I edit this way, too, as I do the rereads. Throughout my writing process I share little bits with my beta/editor/idea person/friend/co-OBFG mod for her opinions. But then when the entire chapter is done, I’ll submit the whole thing to her. I consider her suggestions, and more often than not make changes because of them. 😊

Then it’s finally time to post! BUT…one more read-through. I write in GoogleDocs and copy/paste into Tumblr. I then have to fix any issues related to that (for example, manually changing anything that needs to be italicized, because it doesn’t copy over). As I check for things like italics, bold, spacing, and paragraph placement once it’s in Tumblr, I’m also rereading one last time, and make any changes/corrections I feel are needed. I also might add a gif or pic at the top.

Oh! Do you know how to do a page break? I’ll insert that, too, so the looooong story doesn’t clog up everyone’s feed. 😊

The very last thing I do is come up with my tags. Once that’s done…I post!

I hope this was helpful!

-BP💜

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returnerofthesky · 7 years

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So what did you think of E3?

Honestly? It was pretty lukewarm. Nothing spectacularly bad or stupid, but nothing… well, spectacular, either. A lot of the conferences felt really short or underwhelming, and I definitely think that nothing (except maybe Nintendo and maaaaybe Sony?) lived up to the hype people might have had. Definitely a shame, considering it was open to the public this year.

Also I’ll basically use this as my E3 roundup post lol:

EA was… eh. Nothing really terrible, but there were a lot of sports (and sports games just never interest me). Battlefront 2 was nice, but it’s nothing I’m really sold on even with the added content that keeps it from being a complete puddle like the first game. Not much to say there.

Microsoft’s was pretty alright, albeit with one major flaw - they showed off a lot of great games like the Dragonball fighting game, The Last Night (which I wouldn’t really have checked out had The Usual Suspects not thrown a fit over the poor developer dude), and Cuphead and Ori and the Will of the Wisps, and the news of the new Xbox having compatibility going right back to the original Xbox is extremely cool.Unfortunately, most of the games they showed off aren’t exclusive to the Xbox, and between the $500 price tag and the fact that there’s already other Xbones on the market, they didn’t do much to convince new people to get one; it definitely seemed more aimed at people who already had one. Probably not the best move, considering they had a rough start years ago with the original Xbone and all that.

Bethesda… there was a picture I saw on Twitter earlier where Todd basically admitted that it wasn’t their plan to basically release Skyrim on absolutely everything, and it just sort of happened, and he looks mildly sad about it. It’s a fake quote, as it turns out, but despite the fact that portable Skyrim on the Switch does actually sound rather cool, everyone, and I mean everyone, is sick to death of Skyrim, and the fact that nearly everything TES-related that they announced was related to it kind of cements the fact. Skyrim expansion for Legends! Skyrim on the Switch! Skyrim is part of the program for the paid mods that we’re not calling paid mods! Skyrim!!!!!

It’s exhausting, and I say that as someone who already has slowly grown to dislike what Skyrim represents (since Oblivion and Morrowind are absolutely better games despite their own flaws). Even Skyrim fans are tired of it at this point. The Evil Within 2 and Wolfenstein 2 were absolutely the highlights, not just because they look great, but because they weren’t… well, y’know.

I didn’t watch the PC gaming show. I didn’t actually realize it was a thing. :V

Ubisoft wasn’t bad at all. Assassin’s Creed Origins sounds neat (it was shown off at Microsoft but it’s Ubisoft’s game so I count it here), and the fact that Mario+Rabbids is basically a lighter, off-brand XCOM game is both hilarious and shockingly better-than-expected (though I’m not holding my breath). I’m also pretty happy that they showed off Beyond Good and Evil 2, even if it sounds like a significant departure from the original in a lot of ways (it’s online, it’s got a lot of the MMO-like systems commonplace in games now, etc).

Sony’s was alright, but how short it was really caught me off-guard. The Shadow of the Colossus remake is absolutely a good thing, Monster Hunter on a console is probably a nice boon for anyone who’s been keeping up with it (it’s mostly been 3DS only before, right?), and Spiderman looks snazzy. The new God of War looks… okay? And Days Gone is another zombie game in an age where zombies are literally beyond the point of a dead horse. So… yeah. Kind of weird, that.I found the VR support stuff to be a bit off-kilter, too. Not that it’s a bad move from one point of view, considering it’s good they’re not going to let their headset become the next Vita, but VR is so upper-echelon right now (aka all VR headsets are obscenely expensive right now) that the people who they’re advertising to with it aren’t that big of a consumer base. Still, not bad.

Nintendo… well, a lot of it was rather vague, unfortunately. Half the announcements were for proper games that are coming out soon (all 3DS titles, Mario Odyssey, Zelda DLC, Xenoblade 2) or games that they just want to let people know are in-development for the Switch (”Yoshi”, “Kirby”, “core Pokemon title”, “Metroid Prime 4″). Though I will admit that it was a solid way to show both the potential of the Switch and the fact that it’s got a lot of support coming up in the next year or so.That said, they announced a Metroid game. Actually, they announced two Metroid games. I’m not even a fan of Metroid, but the sheer overjoyedness of that entire fanbase today absolutely radiated through the internet and into my heart, so I absolutely empathize with how glad they are. Even if I’m not interested, I’m glad that they finally got their wish. Besides, a lot of the changes in the Metroid 2 remake seem to fix most of the problems I have with playing them, so that’s good.

Overall I’d say Nintendo had the best conference if mainly because they showed off the most games coming out in a recent timeframe, hah. It was still kind of lackluster since most of the Switch games were just “in-dev”s with no proper names, but whatever. Overall, an E3 that’s definitely not much to write home about.

#Anonymous

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