#lot so insane it made my laptop lag

[girlofwindenburg]

Although it was a rocky start, Evelyn's Christmas ended quite well after all.

an excerpt from my latest video. insane lot by yukihyoch.

#lot so insane it made my laptop lag #merry christmas to all my lovelies #rion's screenshots #evelyn gameplay #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 simblr #ts4 current household #show us your sims #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 cc #simblr #sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 custom content #show us your story

[igarbagecannoteven]

2022 Writing Evaluation

thanks so much @clumsyclifford , @allsassnoclass , & @jbhmalumm for tagging me in this! i'm gonna talk about my fics in all fandoms even tho this is my music blog bc i don't have anything separated into pseuds (i strive for chaos on my ao3 account) putting it under the cut bc i'm sure it's gonna be long lol

number of stories posted on ao3: 25! 18 in 5sos, 4 in hp, and 3 miscellaneous fandoms

word count posted for this year: 40,705

fandoms i wrote for: 5sos, hp, discworld, doctor who, & dungeons and daddies

pairings: lashton (4), cashton (3), muke (2.5) (bc they're background in one), malum (2), cake (2), mashton (1), penelope/percy (1)

story with the most kudos/bookmarks/comments: burnt eggs & broken promises has the most kudos, do you wanna touch (yeah) and permanent jet lag are tied for most bookmarks, and fear the fever has the most comments

work i’m most proud of and why: i'm proud of almost all of the work i put out this year, and there are a couple ones that immediately spring to mind, but i'm going to really come out of left field here and say Being Hannah Abbott! "but megs," you might say, "why on earth would you pick the only fic that has zero kudos? it's definitely not your best written work of the year." to which i say, true! however, i have been trying to get this fic right since 10th grade! i'm now a senior in college! "but megs it's significantly less than 1k how did it take you that long" listen! listen. sometimes. you have to wait until you're good enough to finish a fic. this has more than 5 docs of different drafts saved to my laptop. also you're forgetting the fact that i'm insane

work i’m least proud of and why: okay listen. i know it's my most kudos'd work. i know that. however i am not happy with burnt eggs and broken promises. bella left me a lovely long comment on it recently that made me rethink my feelings towards it but i still think it isn't as good as it could have been so sorry folks

share or describe a favorite review you’ve received: i love it when people tell me i made them cry it's my favorite thing in the whole world best compliment to receive imo

a time when writing was really, really hard: you're assuming i remember what i was experiencing earlier in 2022 which is where you've made your mistake slkdjflskdjf ummmm i remember have a really hard time this fall semester, especially in september/october, i just couldn't get any motivation whatsoever (which tends to be my biggest problem tbh)

a scene or character you wrote who surprised you: goood question,,, you know, i really wasn't expecting to ever write a mcu au and yet pining is a strange sort of mcu au. i originally was going to write it so one half of the pairing got lost at sea and their bf was waiting on shore not sure if they were dead or alive, but the characters did not want to be like that at all which is how i ended up with poor post-snap calum (who may be getting a happy sequel someday shhh)

a favorite excerpt of your writing: i love the transformation scene in fear the fever. i just love writing body horror for some reason and i've always had strong opinions about what i think vampires & their transformations are like physically and it was a blast to get to explore that in this fic :))

how did you grow as a writer this year? i think a lot of my growth happens slowly over time and therefore is hard to pinpoint, but i took a creative writing class in the spring on opening a novel and that helped me rethink the way i start fics now. also i learned to think more about what i want out of my fic! thinking about why i write and why i post fic really helped me realize what fic writing advice to take and what to ignore (if you're like me and the goal of a fic is to write the concept the best you can, than posts talking about how it's okay to post random, unedited snippets are not actually helpful and can actually be counter-intuitive)

how do you hope to grow next year? i really want to write more often and be more disciplined about writing. as always i want to learn how to be better in the craft aspect in general (which is a goal i expect to always have, since i'll never be perfect at it) and i'd also like to be better with subtext & symbolism & ~themes~ bc i always forget to those last two and my subtext is, in my opinion, rather lacking at the moment

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc)? bella is the best live-in cheerleader/rubber duck a writer could ask for, and i would be royally screwed without her 💙 hazel is always an incredible virtual cheerleader/ideas bouncer and i am dearly in her debt, and meghna is wonderful for fueling my wacky ideas-mobile; i am incredibly lucky that they're just a discord dm away 🥰 also she's 100% not going to see this but my mom finished her mfa program this year and has been working on finishing her novel, and writing with her and talking shop together has been very helpful in keeping me at the keyboard and with more thematically technical details (little does she know it's for my rfp fanfic lol)

anything from real life show up in your writing this year? yep! lots! keep you safe (safe as i can), an hp fic, reflects some of my worries about my little bro growing up; Questions Involving Vampires & Skirts, while not reflective of my own gender, does reflect some of my weird gender-y fuckery; just dance (gonna be okay)'s michael shares my feelings regarding dancing in empty elevators; do you wanna touch (yeah) is inspired by me visiting a craft store with my fam and touching basically everything in the store; permanent jet lag is based off of flying international with my baby bro who is Very Tall; & glasses is based off of my truly awful eyesight and how i still feel like if i have my glasses off people can't perceive me lol (yes you heard it here first folks, megs has the object permanence of a toddler)

any new wisdom you can share with other writers? write! have fun with it! go to irl critique groups if possible! don't expect things to be perfect on the first draft, because most people's first drafts are shit and that's okay! challenge yourself! don't be afraid to embrace the cringe! it's okay to settle unless it's gonna make you miserable! eat your writing frogs! don't be afraid to ask for help! get a rubber duck!

any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year? i really want to finish tis the damn fic. i'd love for it to be ready to post by december. i'm kneeling at my prefrontal cortex begging it to get its shit together enough to finish it. i'd also love to finally finish my another place songfic bc that will mean my writing's reached the level where i can actually figure out how to write the dang thing which is the dream

tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read: idk who all's done it/been tagged so if you've already done it just ignore me! and if you don't want to do it you can also ignore me lol but i'll tag @werewolfashton , @reveriesofawriter , @userbadomens , @calumthoodshands , @pixiegrl , @valiantnerdtm , & anyone else who wants to! (if you've been mainly writing for another fandom you can talk about that one as well/instead, all up to you!)

#tagged #the trash talks #tag game #hope this is both interesting and humorous 😌 #or not! hope you hate it. i hope we both hate it hand in unlovable hand ksjdflksjdfkjsdlfjsdlkj

[smolla-than-a-bug]

trese boys + things my guy friends do

ft. crispin, basilio, tapia, dominic, maliksi

navi | trese m.list

content — gn!reader

notes — sweet but stupid LMAO saw someone do this for hq, thought of doing one for trese! i’m making hcs for now so i can ease back into writing longer stuff :>

—crispin

gives u song recs and makes u spotify playlists

You unlock your phone and the first thing you see is a message that says hey have u heard this song? with a link attached below. You say you haven’t.

listen to it rn

have u heard of the artist at least?

Again, you say you haven’t.

WHAT

okay brb gimme like 5 mins

He comes back with another link, but it’s a link to a playlist this time. It’s filled mostly with songs of the artist he was talking about earlier along with other artists that make similar sounding music. You’re familiar with some, but before you’re able to completely scroll through the entire playlist, your eyes catch its title and you don’t know how your eyes had just skimmed over it. ‘y/n boboshit’

You quickly go back to your conversation to cuss him out for that.

HAHAHAHAHAHA 😛

okok whatever lets do a listening party

—basilio

spams u on text/rings ur phone to get ur attention when he watches a horror movie so u’ll keep him company bc he’s “scared”

hey whered u go. Your phone pings—another message. You’re so close to blocking him.

hoy come back

HOY ANO BA

DONT LEAVE ME HOY

You can’t escape him. Your phone sounds off with new notifications, one after the other, until finally, your ringtone goes off, and you have had it. “What?” you hiss out once you pick up, only for the call to be ended just as soon as you did. You type out the words ‘what the fuck’. The response is instant.

i cant talk to u over the phone stupid

im in the cinema remember 💀

stay w me tho im getting scared HAHAHAHA

You roll your eyes. This man deals with creatures of the night for a living, and he’s scared of horror movies? Yeah, okay.

—tapia

once tried to watch a movie w u through discord but couldn’t figure out how to share the screen with audio so u ended up watching the movie separately while on video call

You laugh as you switch to the other tab. On the other end of the line, Tapia’s counting down for both of you. “Okay, okay, play.”

A few minutes pass, and your laptop lags. You mentally curse your internet server before letting Tapia know that your movies probably aren’t in sync anymore.

“Huh? Okay, what timestamp are you on. I’m at 14:57.”

“11:43,” you read aloud.

When he says he’ll rewind his to match yours and starts counting down again for you to hit the play button at the same time, he sighs out, “This is so stupid.”

You both burst out laughing.

“Shut up, I don’t know how to use Discord.”

—dominic

encourages you to rant because he both finds it amusing and wants to know the tea

“…the chicken was fine when I put it in the pan. I turn around for a second and bam! Fire! I don’t even know how the fuck that happened! And, you know…”

You’ve been ranting for hours about how shitty your day has been, and Dominic’s been listening intently over video call. He laughs a lot and he reacts occasionally, saying things like ‘Damn’, ‘Whaaaat’, or ‘For real?’ to egg you on.

You sighed once you finished covering all the events of your day, slumping in your seat. Unbeknownst to you, Dominic made a mental note to send over some comfort food to hopefully lift your spirits.

—maliksi

picks u up at midnight for a spontaneous drive to starbucks in tagaytay

are u awake?, read the new notification on your phone. You drop your textbook and highlighter for a while to reply that, yes, you are awake and that you were just studying. Now seems like a good time for a break though.

Not even a minute passed after you hit send, and you’re already getting a new notification. good coz im outside.

Outside where? Outside as in outside my place?

get dressed. come out. lets go tags

He’s insane for showing up in the dead of the night, not to mention without warning, but you’re equally as insane for actually complying. Putting on sweats and a jacket, you make your way out the door, and there he was, reaching over the passenger’s seat to push the door open for you.

Once you’re settled in, he takes off, disconnecting his phone from the bluetooth speakers of his car as he went. “Connect your phone. You play music.”

© smolla-than-a-bug, 2021. please do not copy or repost my works. reblogs are appreciated!

trese tag list — @lumpiang-toge @binibiningbabaylan @marinac15 @effmigentlywithachainsaw

#trese headcanons #trese crispin #trese basilio #trese tapia #trese dominic #trese maliksi #crispin and basilio x reader #crispin x reader #basilio x reader #tapia x reader #dominic x reader #maliksi x reader #trese hcs #trese x reader #trese imagines #trese netflix #trese

[hannie-dul-set]

sins of lust [yoon jeonghan]

“lust /ləst/ — the mind governed by the flesh is death, but the mind governed by the spirit is life and peace - romans 8:6″

LUCKY 7′S MASTERLIST

PAIRING | yoon jeonghan x female! reader GENRE | college! au, borderline smut, angst WARNINGS | nsfw themes obviously lmao but no actual doing the dirty because i can’t write smut for shit, swearing, jeonghan is the literal devil WORD COUNT | 4.5k

a/n: I’M SO VERY SORRY THATTHIS IS SUPER LATE ; - ; but anyways!! this is my last piece for our luck 7′s collab with @haokyeom​ :D this was,, very out of my comfort zone but i still do hope that you enjoy :’>

Your mother had always told you to never trust strangers.

“They’re like foxes,” your mother had once said as the both of you gazed through the window of your small cabin beside the thick walls of trees in the woods. Her hands rested gently over your small shoulders, and you two eyes the coat of orange fur speeding through the outside, a familiar stuffed animal hanging limply by its mouth. You had accidentally left it outside while you were playing.

You frowned upon seeing the animal disappear into the trees, and even at your young age, you knew that it was lost forever.

“They take what they can without a hint of remorse. You wouldn’t even know until you see them running away,” you looked up at your mother who stared into the distance with eyes stained in sadness. You turned around, hugging her waist and burying your face into her stomach, and she released a laugh as she patted your head. “My Y/N’s a smart girl, right? Never forget mommy’s words, okay?”

And you did. For eighteen years, you had lived with only the company of your mother, your homeschool teachers, and your precious cat, Salem. There were times when your grandparents would visit, usually during the holidays, but you weren’t exactly close with them (they didn’t seem to like you, either). It was only when you had finally entered college when you were given the chance to actually mingle with other people, especially people that were your age, and it was the first time that you had left to live on your own outside of your homey cottage beside the woods.

Initially, your mother was against the idea of you living in your campus’ dorms, especially the fact that you had to live with another person that you knew nothing of. You weren’t keen on the thought either, but it was far more reasonable than commuting every single day to the city all the way from the middle of nowhere.

At least your roommate was never around.

‘Staying over at Johnny’s xx,’ you sighed upon seeing the text message, and you stepped forward in the light when the person before you did as well. It was only the third week of the semester and you were already wishing for things to go back as they were.

A part of it was your fault for being socially inept, generally avoiding people and not even talking to anybody unless talked to. Your mother’s words rang into your head every single time, and naturally you had built up a wall. This wall was what made you feel comfortable, made you feel safe— you don’t trust anyone here, and it would be better to finish your studies without getting personally tangled with other people.

“Hi! What can I get you?”

Though, there were indeed times where you wished that you were at the very least not so awkward.

“A regular americano,” it took you so much strength to squeeze that out of our esophagus, relieving the tightened airway with a breath of relief when the barista nodded at your order and jotted it down. Hurriedly, you went to sit at an empty table, your racing heart making you move quicker than necessary. God, you wondered how many more trips to campus cafe would it take until you finally got the courage to order without feeling you were being held at gunpoint.

You huffed, squeezing your eyes shut. At least you didn’t stutter today, so that’s improvement.

Stop deluding yourself, Y/N. You’re still—

“Whoa. Careful, now.”

A thud. The feeling of warmth fluttering over your shoulders. An unfamiliar sweet voice seeping into your ears. And you looked up.

“Are you okay?”

His steady grip had left your shoulders but the traces of his warmth were still buzzing over your clothed skin like mini fireworks erupting when he made contact, and when you met his concerned eyes, it felt like you were about to reach the climax of the light show. He didn’t say anything, only waiting for the confirmation to fall from your lips with a worried look on his face. Your heart was still racing, but it was in a completely different rhythm. 

You had once felt your heart threatening to bounce off of your chest out of fear, and at times due to excitement. Your pulse rising due to nervousness was already like an unwanted friend to you.

But this.

What is this?

“Miss?”

“I, uh—” the man shot you a smile that was devoid of any malice despite you being a stuttering and mess that was frozen in place. Heat rushed to your cheeks while you were trapped underneath his gaze. You wanted to move but it felt like your mind was completely detached from your body, soaring above your head because you can't seem to grab a hold of it. But with enough willpower, you managed to squeak out a small “sorry’ before shuffling away to the farthest seat possible with your head down.

When you sat yourself on the seat, the first thing you did was look up to the direction of the male, only to see an empty space. You bit down your lip, hastily taking out your laptop from your bag and just move on from what happened, but the racing of your heartbeat refused to let it go. Was this… normal? You let out a choked groan, removing your hands from the keyboard to bury your heated face into your palms. There were times where you hated that you were so sheltered, and this was one of them.

If only your mother wasn’t so protective of you, if only she let you live a normal life, if only—

Your phone started buzzing.

Slowly, you sat up and took out your phone from your jean pocket, and the pace of your heart was slowed down by a surge of guilt.

‘How were classes today, honey? I hope you drank enough water today. Even when I’m around, you always seem to forget. The weekend is just around the corner. Are you coming home?’

You smiled. Of course, your mother had only wanted what’s best for you. Finally relaxing your muscles, you adjusted your position on the chair and silently tapped on our phone.

‘Classes were fine, mom. And that was before! I’ve been drinking a loooot of water, you know? Do you want me to…’

The next day had come. You quietly entered the near barren classroom, the early morning rays leaking through the open glass windows on the wall. You liked this class mainly because not a  lot of people are enrolled in it— even if it meant sacrificing a few more hours of your sleep. The less people to deal with the better.

I’ll just take a nap later after lunch. You thought to yourself as you let out yawn, your palm hovering over your mouth as you did. You arrived a little earlier than usual, so there was still an ample amount of time to review for a test for a different class before your professor arrived. You recalled your conversation with your mother yesterday, and you were slightly disheartened when you told her that you couldn’t come home for the weekend because you had a lot of things to finish that required you to be on campus. Even if you wanted to go, you couldn’t risk lagging behind your work.

A few more people entered your peripheral as you were scanning your notes, and you took this as a signal to put it away. You pulled your bag over your lap and tucked in your notes neatly before pulling out your laptop. More people started flooding and you noticed that the seat beside you was now occupied.

“You seem fine today.”

You jolted, the familiar voice entering your ears causing the veins underneath your skin to start buzzing. The moment you turned your head to your side, you were met by a small smile from the man that you bumped into yesterday. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I-it’s fine.”

Has he always been in this class? You’ve never seen him here until now. Then again, you didn’t really pay attention to the faces around you. The gap between your chairs seemed a little too close for your sanity, so you scooted a bit farther to the left.

“Are you feeling alright now?” his voice caused you to abruptly freeze as you tried to discreetly move your chair without being exposed, and you bit down your tongue. As if he noticed the sudden distance between you two, he thoughtlessly moved his chair closer. “You didn’t look too well yesterday considering how dazed you were.”

Why was he talking to you? A lot of people did try to befriend you during the first few days, but it gradually stopped upon them seeing how dismissive you were. “O-oh, I’m fine, uh— sorry for bumping into you,” he had his elbow propped on the table, his cheek resting on his palm as faced you, a seemingly permanent smile on his face that you’ve been desperately trying (and failing) to avoid. Maybe isolating yourself from the rest of the world dulled down your ability to perceive normal human emotions like the stuttering of your heart was trying to tell you.

Jesus, you thought that you were going crazy.

“That’s good to hear,” he hummed, turning his attention to the laptop screen before him. “My name’s Jeonghan, by the way.”

Jeonghan. You repeated in your head. Why did finding out his damned name feel like 200 pounds of gratification? Maybe you were really going insane. He cocked his head to your direction, the curve of his lips that never disappeared aiming directly at you, but they did not part to say anything. Jeonghan looked like he was waiting for you, which caused you to intermittently panic because why in the world was he just staring at you like that?

“It’s not fair that I gave you my name but I don’t know yours.”

Oh.

“Y/N,” your cheeks flared as you spoke, diverting your eyes from him out of embarrassment. “It’s Y/N.”

He released a light laugh before nodding in affirmation, and you swore your heart was trying to run away from you in condonation. It felt like hours had passed it between the seconds of your small exchanges, causing you to wonder when your professor was going to enter and distract you from the fervent blows on your ribcage.

It didn’t seem like your professor was arriving any time soon— the guy was always late so you weren’t even remotely surprised but for the love of god, he could’ve made an exemption today. Your eyes flickered over to Jeonghan’s space on the long table, and you saw him scribbling indecipherable doodles on what was once a blank sheet. You bit the inside of your cheek, debating with yourself over and over again until one side of your mind finally overtook your senses and sensibilities.

You jumped into the ocean when you’ve never even stepped into a lake.

“I—I never noticed that you were in this class until today.”

It took a lot from you to say that one simple sentence, the words barely squeezing past your throat, and you realized just how pathetic you were. Luckily for you, Jeonghan didn’t seem to mind the lapses in your voice, the diversion of your eyes, or the way your fingers nervously thrummed over the white coated desk. Even if he did, he didn’t say anything about it, only sending that angelic smile on your way.

“Really? I’ve noticed you since the first day,” he started. “To be frank, I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while now, but you always looked like you didn’t want to be bothered.”

“You— you wanted to talk to me? Why?” 

He shrugged. “You seemed cute,” there was a slight pause before he continued. “And I was right.”

You blinked, gawking at him. Jeonghan was saying such— such unprovoked things without a hint of shame while your face was flaring like it just made contact with the sun. In the middle of you trying to recover, your professor had finally decided to walk in, capturing the attention of Jeonghan and everyone else inside the class. You released a breath that you didn’t know that you were holding and lightly tapped both of your cheeks in attempts to lower your ever rising temperature. You caught the male beside you laughing a little, and when you slightly turned your head to face him, you were struck defenseless with a playful wink.

It was quiet for the rest of the class, but you couldn’t focus. Not when your mind was making a lot of noise, not when your heart was about to explode inside your chest.

And definitely not when the pretty boy beside you kept on shooting you glances in between. 

“Do you like movies?”

Jeonghan asked the moment he sat down beside you, and your brows raised at his sudden question. It had been a week since your first encounter with him, and within those few days, you’ve been seeing more and more of him. You weren’t sure if it was a coincidence or if he’d been deliberately trying to squeeze himself into your life.

But what did you know? Nothing. That’s why you let him.

“I do,” you answered, a small smile tugging at your lips. You remembered the times when you and your mother would watch countless movies in just a single day when you were feeling sad. You couldn’t leave the house easily, and when you did it was nothing but forest, forest, and more forest. Sometimes you were lucky to come across a wild hare, or sometimes even a small deer. Which reminds you— it’s been a while since you’ve gone home. You took a mental note to schedule some time for you to go back there.

Your curious eyes flickered over to Jeonghan. “Why?”

“There’s a film festival this weekend,” he leaned back against his chair, legs crossed and arms swinging lazily at his sides until he raised one hand to your face, a finger poking your cheek. “And I’m taking this pretty girl with me.”

“What?”

You gaped, dumbstruck. His lips were pressed into a brazen smile as his eyes were gleaming at you while you were still frozen in shock. He didn’t even ask you— did he think that you were just going to go with whatever he’s saying that easily?

“I—I haven’t agreed to anything!” you rebuked with a quick stammer, which caused a frown to replace the previous smile on Jeonghan’s face.

“But I thought you said you liked movies,” he sat down straight, the legs of his chair making a noise upon meeting the floor. The unabashed pout on his face, accompanied by the confused furrowing of his eyebrows, soon dissipated from his features when he let out a sudden gasp. “Wait, are you saying you don’t want to go with me?”

“I-it’s not that! I’m just—”

You couldn’t come up with any words to follow, distracted by the pained expression that Jeonghan wore. Was he just overreacting to mess with you? Was it fake? Or was he really hurt? Your ineptitude to social cues made you want to rip your hair out of your scalp. Once more, you quickly looked at him before snapping your head away, harshly biting down your lip before taking in a sharp inhale.

“Okay, fine!” Jeonghan’s face lit up, the corners of his lips tugging upwards. “I—I’ll go with you.”

You refused to look at him with how much your face was heating up, but you heard him let out a satisfied hum. It was quiet for a moment, giving u the opportunity to relax your shoulders and release your breath. Looks like the professor is late again. You dug into your bag to take out your notes, relaying yourself before class actually starts, but your actions were halted when you felt a thin, cold object pressing lightly against your arm. You looked over to see a phone, and the phone was attached to a hand, and a hand which belonged to a Yoon Jeonghan who was twinkling at you with an expectant gaze.

“Your number.”

Any moment now you swore that you were going to melt.

Within seconds, you snatched the device from his hands, rapidly smashing down the few digits, and you shoved it back to him at the speed of light. How you wanted to throw yourself out of the window, right now. A quick buzz in your pocket distracted you from your internal meltdown, and you took your own phone out, expecting a text from your mother, but instead—

‘See you on saturday, pretty girl :) hehe <3’

You shot up to meet the smug smile on Jeonghan’s face, and you bashfully looked back down at the message on your phone, feeling a smile of your own blossoming on your face.

It was late at night when you two finished.

Jeonghan insisted on bringing you home, protesting when you said that you said you could make it your way back at the movies, protesting when you said that you can walk through the campus to your dorm building alone, protesting when you said that you can head upstairs by yourself, and now when you had finally reached your floor, he stopped protesting— but he didn’t seem to how any signs of leaving just yet.

“Did you have fun?” he asked in a quiet tone. It was near midnight, and neither of you expected that the festival would go on for this long. You nodded, laughing a little, back pressed against the door leading to your room. Perhaps you were feeling a little loopy and tired from all the movies you watched, some of the scenes that stood out to you still replaying in your head.

He smiled, a few tufts of his hair shadowing over his eyes. “I’m glad.”

“I took note of a few of the films that I really liked! I’ll probably rewatch them with my mom when I get home,” you beamed, and he chuckled at your enthusiasm. “What about you?”

You almost regretted that you asked. Jeonghan was silent for a moment, a pondering look on his face as his eyes stared at the side before quickly flickering back to you. His lips were curved into a playful grin as he ever so slowly closed in on you, causing you to melt yourself into the wooden surface of your door as your heart violently thundered.

“Do you want me to be honest?” he asked in a teasing tone. His face was barely hovering over yours, and you felt your nerves screaming at you to rest your racing pulse. He didn’t do anything, though, seemingly waiting for you to respond to his question, but all you could manage was a small nod. “I wasn’t really paying attention to the movies.”

Your breath hitched and your mind was a whir. What was he doing? The waves of your senses were pulsating in an uneven rhythm, causing you to stumble over your own presence of mind as it was gradually slipping away, replaced by a haze of an uncharted storm of emotions overtaking you.

Heat was rising and you didn’t know what to do.

“I would have paid attention if it wasn’t for this pretty girl distracting me the entire time.”

“Jeonghan!”

You exclaimed, your voice being louder than expected. “I-it’s getting late. Isn’t—isn’t it time for you to go?”

There was a nervous smile on your lips as you stared up at him, eyes quivering when you tried to meet his clouded gaze. You waited for him to go, to step away from his closeness so that you’d finally have enough room to breathe, but dropped an unexpected question.

“Do you want me to go?”

The silence was deafening.

Jeonghan waited for you to say something, but the answer was something you yourself did not know. He waited until he derived the answer from your lack of response, sending you a nod and a smile before turning away. Your eyes were shaky, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in your moment of an unprecedented assault of hesitation, head filled with white noise because you couldn't think— therefore you listened to the fever stirring your restlessness.

You grabbed onto the sleeve of his coat at the last moment.

There was a glint in his eyes when he turned around, a knowing look on his face as if he had been expecting it. Swift steps and an even swifter heartbeat chased after you and once again Jeonghan was mere centimeters away from you, his warm breath igniting fire against your skin. “You could’ve just said so, pretty girl.”

He didn’t even give you the chance to breathe when he captured your unguarded mouth with his.

The air brushing against your fevered skin felt different, especially when Jeonghan was all up against you, ravishing your parted lips until you felt your senses slipping away. God, you’ve never done anything like this before and your conscience belatedly rang in your ears the moment you felt his hot tongue claiming yours as his own. You let out a faint whimper, the voice at the back of your head yelling at you that this was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. This was wrong.

You barely knew him— ten days wasn’t enough for you to know him. But you were too drunk over this foreign heat of emotion unfurling in your core to listen to your better judgement. You shouldn’t have stopped him from leaving, you shouldn’t have let him graze his teeth over your skin, let his hands roam all over your your body, let the feeling him pressed roughly against you being the only thing your dizzied mind could think of

But fuck, it felt so good.

You blindly reached for the door knob as you let Jeonghan trail wet kisses on your neck, and with a clicking of the lock, the both of you disappeared into the darkness of your room.

You said that the first was going to be the last— your mother’s words like playing a mantra in your head to bring you to the edge of guilt. But a week had passed yet that “last” never seemed to surface.

“H-hi, mom. Yeah, I—I’m fine, don;t worry. My classes just ended and—ah!”

You bit down your tongue after releasing the uninhibited noise, gulping down when you realized that Jeonghan had no intentions of stopping his ceaseless attacks from your jaw all the way down to your chest. There was fear trickling in your veins as your mother was still at the end of the line, possibly hearing the indecent sounds coming from her own daughter. You tried your best to remain quiet, but it started to become impossible when you felt Jeonghan’s teasing fingers brushing over your clit. You stared at him with wide eyes, suppressing the violent waves crashing over you, but all he did was smile at you and kiss you cheek before pressing his fingers down.

A loud gasp fell from your quivering lips.

“Mm? Shouldn't you be keeping quiet, baby?” he mumbled into your jaw before pressing a down kiss, and you let out a shaky breath. The hand that you were using to hold your phone returned to your ear, and you were welcomed by the worried voice of your mother.

“O-oh, it was just Salem! The little guy suddenly jumped— jumped on my lap,” you trailed off with a hint of nervous laughter, and you met the mischievous glint shining in Jeonghan’s eyes. He removed himself from you, causing you to close your eyes in relief and let out a sigh. “Home? Ah, I—I don’t think I can go there soon, but I’ll make sure to— oh my god.”

You were too focused on your conversation on the phone to notice that Jeonghan was now buried between your legs, nipping at your inner thighs. You slapped your hand over your lips, suppressing your moans from his bites, kisses and licks. He shot you a look of warning, and your heart stopped when you felt his hot breath hovering over your core. Quickly, you fumbled out a farewell into your phone.

"S-sorry, mom, I—I have to go—"

Another week had passed and you started to feel the consequences of your decisions crashing over you like falling debris. Jeonghan and you still met frequently, but "good morning" and "good night" texts slowly fizzled into conversations consisting only of "can I come over?" and "are you free?". It left a heavy feeling in your gut when coffee dates and movie theatres were forgotten, replaced with nights in his or your room, and suffocating scenes in his car. You couldn't help but think that maybe you should have thought things through.

But you were weak.

Today was no different.

You were buried in your bed, thick blankets covering your figure as you watched Jeonghan swiftly pull a shirt over his head. He had an evening class after this and you couldn't blame him that he was in such a hurry. Even when knowing this, you still wanted to take your chances.

"Jeonghan."

You called out to him in a quiet voice, small and fragile and lacking in firmness. He stood in the middle of the room, ready to leave but he turned around to look back at you— even if it was stupid, it bubbled the faintest shimmer of hope. You pulled the covers closer to yourself, looking down at the crumpled white sheets as you pressed your lips together before saying.

"I like you."

He didn't say it back.

Instead he smiled at you, feet padding against your wooden floors as he walked up to you in bed, pressing a small kiss on your forehead before ruffling your already messed up hair.

"I'll see you tomorrow, pretty girl."

But you didn't see him tomorrow.

You didn't see him at all after that.

The seat beside you in class was now occupied by an abhorrent emptiness that made you want to drag your nails against your skin. You tried searching for him in the crowded walls of the large classroom, but he was either not there or hidden by the enormous mass of bodies. He left you with a heavy heart and the only one you could find yourself to blame was yourself. Your mother's words never stopped ringing inside your head since then.

It was like fate was laughing at you when you saw him again at the campus cafe— just like the first time you met him. You were in a hurry to leave when you accidentally bumped into him, your coffee nearly spilling from your hands. You parted ways without anything exchanged.

Your mother had always told you to never trust strangers.

Maybe you should have listened to her words.

#lucky 7's #caratwritersclub #yoon jeonghan #yoon jeonghan x reader #jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan smut #seventeen smut #jeonghan #jeonghan scenarios #yoon jeonghan scenarios

[fayesdiary]

Unprompted opinions about which Fire Emblem title should be remade/remastered next based on availability... While taking emulators into account because 1) it's silly to pretend they don't exist when they're more available and accurate than the legal ways looking at you NSO and 2) Nintendo can eat shit for several reasons, one of which is rereleasing an NES title for 50 dollars on a limited release. Also note that I would like for all old FE titles to be remade or remastered eventually, this is just a discussion on which one should be remade first.

TL;DR: The Tellius games should be remade first followed by the Jugdral ones imo

Shadow Dragon: Play the DS remake. Or "acquire" the Anniversary Edition on the Switch if you want to play the original. (I searched and there's currently no patch to add the Anniversary Edition upgrades to the NES versions, not even on emulator, shame) (New) Mystery of the Emblem: Not really a priority since it's easy to access the remake with a DS or hacked 3DS, and DS emulators are relatively easy to use. It's not like this series relies much on touch controls, anyway. You can patch the fan translation onto the game yourself, or get a pretranslated ROM somewhere. And if you don't like the changes New Mystery made to the original, there's a patch that makes it much closer to the SNES title.

Genealogy of the Holy War: IMO it's the game that needs a remake the most based on its own terms, the gameplay feels outdated and clunky, but on availability terms? It's pretty good, SNES titles are easy to emulate, you can easily find a ROM of FE4 and Project Naga is a pretty solid translation, so I wouldn't consider it a priority based solely on availability.

Thracia 776: Needs a remake even less than Genealogy, given that its gameplay feels more modern than its predecessor, and Lil'Manster is a really good translation that also makes the UI a bit more user-friendly. Another reason you might want to emulte this is because of save states if you're like me: impatient and bad at Fire Emblem. Obviously should be remade after Genealogy in any case.

Binding Blade: GBA titles are easy to emulate and to patch, and I'm sure you can find a pretranslated ROM somewhere if you don't want to apply patches. Plus, if you've played the other GBA titles, you'll get used to this game relatively fast. ...wasn't this the game the Echoes director wanted to remake next, now that I think about it?

Blazing Blade & Sacred Stones: Same as above but they're also already localized, so it's even easier to play them.

Path of Radiance: The game I think should be remade first, or at least remastered. While Dolphin is an excellent emulator it's likely your computer wouldn't be able to run it really well if it's a bit old, I remember it lagging a lot when I tried to play it on my laptop.

And trying to playing it legally is honestly insanity, given that nowadays PoR costs a lot. And I mean a lot.

(why the fuck is the last one 800 dollars + shipping good lord)

Even on its own the game could really use some quality of life features from the more recent titles, the game is infamous for getting really slow even when you turn off animations.

I heard rumors this is the next title that's gonna be remade, but if you want some advice, you really shouldn't give any credit to rumors even if some turn out to be true. It's like chasing your own tail.

Radiant Dawn: Sorta the same argument as above. It's easier to access a Wii so you should be able to play it as long as you find the iso online, but if you don't it's likely you won't be able to emulate it.

As for Thracia, it should be remade after PoR.

3DS Titles: They don't really need remakes given how recent they are, but I guess a Switch remaster would be nice? If you can't find the games or think they're too expensive (especially Awakening and Fates), you might want to learn how to hack your 3DS. 3DSes are also relatively cheap to get, but if you don't have the money to get a new console I guess you could try to emulate them? Citra still has a long way to go, so expect some issues even if your computer is good.

Three Houses: lol

#fire emblem #my rambles #hope this was helpful!

[internetreadingpanda]

September 18, 2021

Dear Moon, My drinking buddy,

It has been a week since I’ve written something to you. A lot happened in the past few days. The girl I was telling you about (however I always tell you about her, anything regarding her is the highlight of my day) has finally messaged me after like 7-8 days. I can’t even express in words how happy i was to see her message. We talked for like 20 mins... but i was really happy. since the day she’s messaged everything seems so nice, and I mean it. sky looks so pretty these days, I could find art even in tiny things like summer mornings, in the view from the metro, in the eyes of an acquaintance. There is still some kinda misery and pain, yet everything feels so soothing, i can’t thank  god enough for her existence. Although, I think, there is still something strange. Sometimes she acts as if I’m her only bestfriend and I mean a lot to her and in the other moment she shows like... I’m just a regular guy she talks with. This makes me wonder, does she even think about me? because i really do think about her and you know that already. on her insta acc she has made a specific highlight for her each bestfriend and it’s so sad that I am not there. this is really heart wrenching, isn’t it? i still can’t figure out why she didn’t come to see me when i asked her out on my b’day. what if her mom doesn’t like me and she said no? or maybe, her friend told her something about me and she decided not to come? Anyway, this will always remain a mystery because I can’t bother her with these questions and I’m not again going to ask her to meet me. I hope, any miracle would happen and she’d ask me to hang out with her. at the same time I am damn sure nothing like this is ever going to happen *wipes metaphorical tears*. From now on I’ll call this girl ‘ Cezzane’  so you won’t get confused. 

My elder brother has bought this new laptop yesterday. he says he’ll learn coding in 6 months and will work to earn money. My mom supports us so much. I am really greatful to have her as my mom. She had to sold her earrings to give him this laptop, I mean, can you imagine? how can she be so generous!!! She deserves loads of happiness. She’s the reason why I’ve not gone insane yet. 

Ashu and Susu are excited to see my new laptop. They’ll come over soon. We went to Susu’s place today. Susu thought I’ll bring laptop along with me but the negative reply disappointed him. Ashu has his Science exam tomorrow so he had asked Susu if he could teach him. Susu agreed. However, his only condition was that we’ll have to behave sincerely and show some manners in front of his Mom and sis which we ofc agreed to but later ended up violating it *;((. Like every group study session, this too, ended up getting into flames. We didn’t study at all and ended up making Susu regret for calling us over (he does everytime xD). The study session didn’t well but we enjoyed a lot... i mean i went there for fun only, i am not even in their class. even we all are in different standards (’STAN’ is silent... LoL). Ashu is in 10th, Susu in 11th and I am in 12th. I and Ashu stalked Cezzane and saw her pics with her bestfriend. Ashu and I both are so jealous of him, he doesn’t show this but somehow I know. he says, how lucky he is to have Cezzane as her BESTFRIEND. I just listen to her, never reply. Deep inside I feel the same. He gets to see her daily. She texts him daily. Mayeb she even asks her how his day went. I never tell anyone but I wish to be him. He makes me insecure, h’e’s so goodlooking and cgharming. everybody loves him, most dangerous kinda guy. Even right now while writing about him, I am feeling so anxious, why is he so goooood!!!?? 

When we got bored of talking we decided to make maggi but Susu didn’t like the idea but we didn’t listen and went to the market to get maggi. Susu cooked it for us but he was really bad at it so his sis Nidhi had to  interrupt. She did it how it has to be done... thanks to her UwU. She’s really sweet. From the kitchen, she called out Susu to ask if he wants to have Cha. From his room Susu replied loudly a ‘no’ but simultaneously I and Ashu bursted out a ‘Yesssss’... damn!! it was so funny. She called us downstairs in the hall. His Mom was there too. We (I, Ashu, Susu, his Mom and Sis) all had a really great time there. It was our first time having a serious conversation with her sis. She asked her how our practise is going, why are we loosing matches, what is our backup plans if we couldn’t get into cricket. At first, to fill the silence she asked me, “have you taken science?” I told her Yes. then she asked me continuous questions regarding it, like which subject is your fav. i got so nervous that i told her i am not good at studies and i dont even know the difference between organic or inorganic chemistry. Now when I am home and writing this I am feeling so dumb. I AM AN SCIENCE STUDENT and I don’t even have the basic knowledge of it. What a shame man!!!! The good thing is, she didn’t let me feel this way at that moment. She is understanding. She herself said that she isn’t good at studies (Despite getting 90 in 10th) which is a complete lie because she guided me and I am thinking to take her help. I mean, I’ll call her if I need any help, it’s just that Susu wouldn’t mind or his family take it in some wrong ways. She made me realise I am lagging behind and I need to work hard, I don’t have time. So I decided I’ll focus on my studies from now on. But I am writing this from 2 hours...  crap!!! I’ll have to study.

Love and Lights,

Yushie ♡

#nostalgia #booklr #daily blog #fiction #first blog #flowers #my poetry #thank you universe #aesthetic #friends #forever #indianwriters #writer speaks #teen writer #daily poem #daily writing update #daily writing prompt #teenage poet #my poetic life #poemsofinstagram #writers block #writer blog #aesthetic boy

[stularsen]

THE HURRICANE vs THE CORONAVIRUS (part one) 

That time we planned a once in a lifetime hurricane world tour for March 2020..

I’m currently on a plane for the first time in six months. It feels strange to not have been in the air for this longer than usual period of time but also strangely normal to find myself once again on a flight surrounded by complete strangers. The main difference now is that everyone seems even more in their own worlds than before. Maybe this is because we have replaced invisible masks with real ones and we now happily hide behind these physical barriers, to protect us and others from the virus that stopped the world from moving almost entirely. 

The last time I was on a flight was back in March 2020 as the planet was beginning to understand just how serious the situation was becoming. Unfortunately for me, I had planned a once in a lifetime tour for this exact period of time.. The Hurricane Tour. It was an adventure I had been dreaming up for many years and planning for many months. The idea was simple enough, to travel around the earth in one month, playing eleven shows in eleven different countries, experiencing different cultures and meeting different people all along the way. We would start in Australia on the first day of March and then visit Japan, India, Botswana, Turkey, Germany, England, Canada, USA and Mexico before eventually finishing in Argentina on the last day of March. 

The lead-up to this crazy tour wasn’t particularly smooth and it was looking like it might be a kind of storm before the calm scenario. One week before we were due to begin, I landed back in Australia from a few months away only to find my precious guitar had been split right down the middle during the flight and my passport had somehow been damaged and needed to be replaced urgently. At the same time Jarrad Seng (the man behind the photos and videos) was having some major laptop issues and needed to find a decent replacement in the last remaining days before we set off on this epic journey. Through some minor miracles and generous support from friends and strangers and also a tour manager who refuses to ever say the word ‘impossible’ (thank you Thomas!) we began this absolutely insane tour where we would quickly learn that we would need to rely on more miracles and friends and strangers to help solve some pretty interesting problems every single day throughout the tour. 

The first show was in AUSTRALIA and somehow everything went pretty much to plan. A very jet-lagged Tim Hart (album producer as well as band member and support act for the night) had flown back from London the day before to then drive out west and play one of the best shows I have ever seen him play (while his newborn son watched with us from backstage). My slightly nervous and always teary mother joined me on stage for a little song. My dream of playing a show at Empire Theatre in Toowoomba had finally come true with 500 of the loveliest people to share the moment together. It was a truly special evening with lots of family in attendance as well as old friends from so many places and work colleagues from the bank days. Perhaps the most special person in the crowd for me was Bob Cook, the man who taught me to play guitar when I was a very shy 14yr old kid, to whom I am forever grateful. What a night! It seemed like the storm before the calm scenario had played out and we were about to have the smoothest and most incredible tour of our lives! In reality though, it would turn out to be the exact opposite and what we had just experienced was actually the calm and the greatest storm I’ve ever witnessed was fast approaching.

Thomas, Jarrad and I were up early the next morning and off to Brisbane Airport where we should have been boarding a flight for Tokyo, but a few days earlier we had been notified that due to the virus situation we would not be able to play the show in Japan and would potentially be putting the rest of the tour at risk if we even entered the country. So we somehow managed to change our flights very last minute and head to SINGAPORE instead, but without a show to play. We decided to put the word out and see if anyone knew anybody who might be able to help. It was truly incredible to receive so many messages and comments from people who desperately wanted to help us find a place to play. It didn’t take too long before the team at Timbre X @ The Substation came to the rescue and let us bring in a few people and play a few songs on their outdoor stage before Supersonic helped everyone dance the night away. Show number two, somehow completed. 

INDIA is next on the list and it’s looking like everything is maybe going to happen as planned.. until we are waiting to board the flight to Mumbai. I hear my name called over the speaker at the airport in Singapore. An upgrade to business class perhaps? Oh how nice that would be. But no, there was a problem with my visa not being recognised with my new emergency passport and they would not allow me to board the flight.. we pleaded with them to see what they could do while I scrambled to contact people in India at 5am local time to try and amend the visa. It was beginning to feel impossible. If I missed this flight there was a chance there would be a knock-on effect and the rest of my flights for the month could be cancelled. With no other viable option, we decided it might be best for Jarrad and Thomas to board the flight for India and for me to wait in Singapore to try and fix the problem and hopefully get on a flight later that day. But just as we were saying goodbye to each other I heard my name called again and we were told that they had heard back from the flight captain and he had overturned the decision and I would now be allowed to fly?? A medium sized miracle! We celebrated and quickly disappeared feeling both jubilation and disbelief. Surely now is where good things start to happen.. 

Of course not.. We landed in India to an email notifying us that our show had been cancelled, with very little explanation. We pleaded with them to reverse their decision but it wasn’t looking hopeful, so we put the word out to the people, again. Very soon we had been saved, again, this time by the wonderful people at Veranda Bandra who rearranged their schedule to fit us in super last minute. It was crazy to play a show in India and have people singing along to my songs, it just didn’t feel real, but it was happening right in front of me. Our time in Mumbai was so short but so incredible and we made fast friends with some amazing people. But onwards now to our next destination, the most random location of the tour but also maybe the smoothest show of the tour.. 

We arrived in BOTSWANA after a long day of travel via Ethiopia and Zimbabwe to the warmest of welcomes. Local musician and Stu Larsen fan, OneSpared, was there to greet us. We had connected a while back when OneSpared (Thuso) had covered one of my songs and I couldn’t believe that someone so far away was not only a fan of my music but was also singing my songs. When the idea for this tour started to become a reality, I contacted Thuso to see what he thought about playing a show together in Gaborone. He said we should do it, so we did. We turned up. The crowd turned up. It was magical and so full of love and energy. Finishing the show at The No1 Ladies Coffee House by singing Whisky & Blankets unplugged with the entire crowd singing and dancing was maybe the highlight of the tour for me, it still feels so surreal when I think about that moment. 

With things starting to feel a little smoother, we felt like we were maybe going to be okay in the next days. But when we turn up at the airport to fly to TURKEY we’re told our flight is no longer departing. At this point, we don’t really react. We are so used to being hit with bad news every day. We are in a good frame of mind for finding solutions and after some fast talking and a little bit of confusion, a few minutes later we have another option sorted. We arrive in Istanbul to more bad news, the venue is unsure if we can go ahead with the show due to the worsening and frightening virus situation. It’s now the 11th of March and things are getting serious with the virus, but we want to push ahead while we can and play another show if we can, so we agree to keep the numbers low, the windows open and provide masks and hand sanitiser for the crowd and thankfully Cem at Norm Coffee agreed to let the show go ahead under these conditions. It was a very intimate show with a percentage of the crowd consisting of local cats, an actual dream situation for me :) 

After the show, I could see a slightly worried Thomas, he seemed to be rushing to get us all packed up and out the door and back to the apartment.. but why..? Because, he told me as we walked away from the venue, not only our flight, but all flights for the next morning were apparently cancelled. We would spend the next hours trying to work out if there was another way to somehow make the journey from Istanbul to Munich without spending too much time or money or if we would be stranded in Turkey for the coming days/weeks/months. Nothing seemed to make sense so we did what we knew best, we kept moving forward. We had been told that the flight had been cancelled and that the airlines were stopping all flights instantly and that we should not go to the airport the next morning, but every time we searched our flight number it showed that it hadn’t been cancelled and was still on schedule…? We decided to wake up early and make our way to the airport to see what would happen. We didn’t know what we would find when we arrived, but it was eerily quiet and by some miracle our flight was one of only a few flights still operating while the airline and airport finished shutting everything down. 

We were so relieved to be able to fly to GERMANY but landed in Munich knowing that the sold out show at Folks! Club was probably going to be cancelled and that it was getting close to game over for the three of us. We searched for an alternate option for the show but we realised that bringing people together was just not the right thing to do anymore. We were starting to understand just how big this virus situation was becoming. We had to accept this and cancel the show and decided to replace it with a livestream instead. We found a friend with a beautiful living room where I played a few songs and shared the experience with a handful of friends and a wider audience online. It was hard to accept that we maybe had to stop this once in a lifetime dream tour which had been unfortunately planned for the exact same month that a global pandemic took hold of the planet, but more and more it was becoming clear that this was the likely outcome. 

Waking up in Munich the morning after the little livestream we were told that our next flight had been cancelled, but we managed to be put on another flight which took us to our seventh destination. We arrived in ENGLAND and of course one last thing went wrong. None of our luggage turned up. No suitcases, no guitar, nothing. We waited and waited and waited and waited. We were hoping that for some reason it would just turn up, even after everyone else had collected their belongings and left the airport. Our luggage didn’t arrive and it kind of felt right for things to be this way after somehow surviving the challenges of the previous weeks. We started to make our way towards the ‘lost luggage’ counter to see what we could do but along the way we saw some lonely but familiar suitcases and a guitar sitting beside a completely different luggage belt. We three idiots had been waiting in the wrong place the whole time. Call it exhaustion, call it stupidity, call it what you want, we don’t mind, we were just thankful to not have actually lost our luggage that day in London. 

From here, things moved quickly, we made the decision to cancel the sold out London show and we knew we then had to cancel the remaining shows for CANADA (sold out), USA, MEXICO (sold out) and ARGENTINA (sold out). We announced one final live stream from a little cafe in London called Hotshoe 333 where we would officially call it a day. It was a weird feeling, we didn’t want the tour to end, but it simply had to. It was not possible nor sensible to continue. The Coronavirus had well and truly overpowered the Hurricane. Thomas, Jarrad and I said goodbye the next morning and we headed our separate ways.. which is when things started to get really interesting… 

Check out the new video for Hurricane - https://youtu.be/xttiOK-0CCE

#stu larsen #hurricane #coronavirus #world tour #march 2020 #jarrad seng #thomas stein

[ameerashourdraws]

Ashour Blog #1 (12 Dec 2020) Operation: Revive the Corrupted Comic Page

So, this is gonna be my first time doing these things. I'm gonna make some blogs here on Tumblr every now and then on somethings I think are worth talking about for some fun. It could be a drawing or a challenge or something about myself I'd share for fun.

I'm also doing this on Tumblr because it's the only place I think it's more suitable to make blogs like these, which I may discuss someday.

I won't be doing this on a daily basis, as not everything's worth talking about, and also I have other things to focus on like studying, so I'm gonna be doing these things if I have the energy to do so.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my first Ashour Blog!

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Today, I did something I have never imagined I'd do one day in my career as a digital artist. So, I was working on a page for a Sonic comic I'm making with one of my friends, the 1st page of the 3rd Chapter of "Sonic X: Christmas Special". I drafted the whole entire thing, inked it, and colored both Tails and our rebooted version of Cosmo.

And then THIS, happened:

The canvas all of the sudden went pitch-black, and all of my progress was lost. It wasn't my fault, since I haven't done anything but apply a filter to a layer. But it was more or less the program's fault, Infinite Painter on Android (sideloaded, yes i use android, and i'm not a fan of ios). The app itself was unstable and there were weird things you could encounter from one time to another, and it could lag like insane depending on your device, even on the Samsung Tab S6 (which i don’t have, but seen footage of it) it was a bit laggy.

Now keep in mind that I was using a Samsung Note 5 with Android 6, so… it is a teeny bit outdated, but I kept it, because it was still usable.

Anyway, I didn't want to delay the page any further because I started on that page like a week ago by the time I'm writing this, so I didn't want to be late with it. And I only had these two to work with:

The original image I originally made with Medibang Paint:

And this screenshot I sent to my friend:

My plan was to merge the two together and continue from where I left off, rather than starting all over from the beginning.

I can't do that on Infinite Painter because of how unstable it is (i deleted it after the incident), and I could use Medibang, but it's sorta limited for what I want to do. So, I  had no other choice, but to switch to my main drawing program, Krita on Windows, to complete it, as it's like Photoshop, but free and better. And in case you're wondering, yes, I do often switch between my laptop and my phone depending on my mood.

So, I opened up Krita, and imported the only two pictures I had. I had to reposition everything to make everything fit, and remove some of the extra stuff, like Infinite Painter’s UI, and the extra colors I didn’t need. All I needed was the colors of Tails’ workshop from Sonic Adventure.

Now, I know that this sounds like a lot of work, but I got everything done! Alright, not everything, as I had to get rid of those white spaces that kinda made the image look like I extracted the image from a JPEG file. So I had to remove them by painting over them.

And voila! I’ve done the thing! And I even shaded it, too!

It’s then I finished the page till I decided… “Yeah, I’m getting tired right now”. So that’s where I stopped.

And, if there’s anything I’ve learned from all of this, then it’s to choose your tools wisely; you may find a tool you absolutely like for the things it can do, but it could contain a major flaw that would ruin the experience, and Infinite Painter for Android is one of them. I’m not sure if the iOS/iPadOS version is more stable than the Android version, so if it is, then.. I’m a bit jealous lol

It’s a good thing I have Krita, a much more stable program

Anyway, that’s the end of my blog! This is my first time doing these things, so if you have any suggestions what the next one would be, then I’m open for suggestions, and advice!

See you next time, and have a great day!

#blog #blog post #art #artist #sonic #sonicthehedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #art blog #krita

[writing-frenzy]

Challenge Fic: Interactions Made Perverted

per·vert·ed: /pərˈvərdəd/ adjective

(of a person or their actions) characterized by sexually abnormal and unacceptable practices or tendencies.

of a thing) having been corrupted or distorted from its original course, meaning, or state.

When a person acts one way, but ends up falling under the second instead.

(Warning: mentions of perverted behavior and violence, with a strong wishing for someone’s death; also, cursing.)

Mineta Minoru was perverted; he knew this rather well.

“Oh, oh, oh, keep acting like that, and all the ladies will come at ya, Todoroki!” the grape haired teen teased, thumbs up at the icey-hot fellow hero in training. “Nothing like the cool calm type for them to go wild over!” 

Predictably, he was ignored, though a few of the girls in the common area did take the time to glare at him, before going their own way. Shrugging, Mineta hummed slightly as he made his way to the door, just about to open it before someone called out to him.

“Hey, Mineta, where you going?” was called out by a certain pichu- ah, Kaminari.

 “Need to pick up some new porn magazines; heard there was a new one for Heroic Labor Leather and the Greening Gowns might have some official heros in them. It might just be some really good cosplayers again, but a man can dream, huh?” Mineta answered, giving off one of his signature leering looks, getting an incredously laugh from Kaminari, while the girls in the area either huffed in disgusted, glared, or pretended he didn’t exist.

(Just as planned.)

“Ah, gotcha... though could you pick up some snacks on the way back? Mighty Bites if you could.”

“Sure, anything else?”

And just like that, the Fresh-Picked Hero in training was off, going to the convenience store first to pick up the snack foods, along with a few other he knew they were probably low on. He did debate a bit about getting drinks for a bit, but decided they would probably warm up by the time he got back, so decided against it. (Besides, the girls wouldn’t trust any drink he gave them; smart them to too.) He lagged a bit as he made his way, just enjoying the day and even taking his times to take in all the ladies he passed by, a grin on his face as he did. He hung around the arcade for a bit, checking out the claw machines before he finally, wasting a few yen on them before in the end, went to a certain store for his magazines. 

The place didn’t look like much, just like any other corner store you would find on the streets, though this one did look like it needed a fresh coat of paint and maybe some new machines outside. Either way, Mineta went in, grin on his face looking rather diabolical to anyone watching, as it always did whenever he was going to buy porn, looking gleeful-

Until the door closed; just like the expression on his face, smile nowhere in sight, but a burning glare of such utter hatred, it looked like it belonged to a villain more then any hero could say.

“Ah, you’re late; i was starting to question if you were coming in today or not.” was said by the man behind the counter, a plain man of no determinable features, easy for any wondering eyes to slide right of. Though despite these seemingly humble features, that glare of pure and utter loathing never left him, the young teen it came from being such a surprise considering their youth and character.

“Here is your information; just give me that fucker’s next assignment.” Mineta’s voice was of such ice, even Todoroki might feel the burn of it if he heard it. 

This man merely laughed, a smirk on his forgettable face even as he went and did something behind the counter.

“Ah, temper temper young one; why not stay around and chat for a bit?”

“No. Thanks.” was bit out, as if every word he gave to this man carved into his very body, as if he had already plunked out to many rounds of his sticky balls in one go. Like the words were blood and he couldn’t afford to spare any more then necessary for this conversation. 

“Ah, not even with your darling siblings?” was asked, the man finally looking to him, a sick amusement in his eyes as he did.

The room got quiet, everything seeming to still, no sound able to be heard even as Mineta held his breath, dark eyes wide as he did.

“Wha-”

“The boss has been pleased with your work; he figured it was time for a reward.”

And so saying, a laptop was put on the desk, a little girl and boy, twins with purple and black hair respectably were able to be seen on the screen.

“Big Brother!” both the twins called out to him, both looking just as relieved to see him as he was seeing them. (14 years shouldn’t be so relieved, just to see someone alive)

“Minori! Minato!” Mineta nearly cried, only forcing back the tears that wanted to come because that damn bastard was still in the room with him, and he refused to show him such weakness.

“Big Brother! Are you okay, is school alright?” Minori asks, her dark eyes bright, though he sees with pride that there are no tears falling, even as her lip trembles.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m doing good; I’m in the top half in grades in my class, and I’ve even learned new tricks with my hair balls.”

“Cool. Can we hear more about it?” Minato asks, his own brown eyes, from their mom, already tearing up, trembling with the force of them even as his voice cracks.

“Sure, yeah, I can tell you more about it.” and he does. He tells them all about the crazy things he’s seen at school, some of the antics that happen in class, his more troublesome assignments he’s received. He talks about just how crazy the teacher’s are, how his heroics course just seems to draw all that insanity out and turns everything it touchs even more crazy then before.

(He does not talk about what he does at school. He does not talk about any friends. He does not say he is basically a self-made pariah in his class, of his own making. He does not say how he truly feels about being there in that school, nor what he intends to do there.

They don’t need to hear that shit.)

“Well now, I hate to interrupt,” (no you fucking don’t, you live of such fucking bullshit) “But I do believe your time for curfew is almost up; you better hurry back now.” is said by the ‘cashier’ as he hands him the two porn mags, a ‘refreshing’ smile on his face as he does.

“Though maybe if you weren’t so late, you might have had longer; something to keep in mind for next time, hmm?”

(Choke on your blood and die you damn son of a bitch in heat.)

Mineta swallows his anger, looking to the two worried twins on the screen and gives them a rather weak grin.

“Till next time guys! I love you.”

“Love you too.” “Love you lots.” both twins say, Minori with a fierce expression, while Minato mumbles it, his tears finally falling as he bows his head.

It to that scene that the laptop closes, the ‘cashier’ shooing him from his shop as he does.

For a minute, the young purple and black haired youth fantasies of taking his quirk, and shoving one of the balls down the man’s throat and watching him suffocate on it rather slowly and painfully. Maybe even drown on his own blood if he can manage it.

But like always, he turns away from the man and leaves. He walks a further bit away from his ‘favorite’ shop, just until he is far out of sight of it before his presses his face into the nearest wall, taking a deep breath, and letting it out until he can no longer taste the blood and violence on his tongue.  

And in the safety of his mind, he curses.

He curses his stupid parents and the stupid debt they left him and his siblings.

He curses the man who holds that debt, and abuses it to the fullest he can.

He curses the people who would use two innocent kids to threaten another one.

He curses himself for his own weakness, not even able to save the ones he wants to help the most.

He curses, he curses, he curses-

He lets out another breath, closing his eyes as he does. When he opens them once more, a leer is once more on his face, even as he clutches his porn magazines like a prize he rightfully won (his act back in place). His hands are still trembling, and his eyes probably still have a shred of violence to them still, but since no one will look closely, they’ll probably just think he’s being his ‘perverted self again’.For all the troubles his act gives him, for all the friendships he has forfeited to it, acting interested in things he remains uninterested and unaffected by even to this day, the dismissal by all his classmates does have his uses, leaving him underestimated by all.

(Even though he only started acting like this to ensure he would not be missed, to ensure no one would care when he was gone, and be unhurt by it all, both them and him, was the biggest reason why he went along this path.)

Yeah, Mineta Minoru was perverted; just that, no one would expect the way he really was.

So, my friend challenged me to make a character hated by a fandom likable; so, in turn, I made angst. :D

What do you all think, did i make the hate-able grape child a little more likable? 

#BNHA #Boku no Hero Academia #My Hero Academia #Mineta Minoru #Fanfic

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Im too lazy to look at the questions so DO ALL OF THEM. (if you dont wanna then go on a random number generator and get 5 random numbers)

ITS REALLY LONG BUT I DID IT KJSHADJS HERE GOES i love oversharing my lifealso im putting a read more line bc its hella long

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

water bottles

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

ehhh depends on my mood. i’d say it’s (dark) chocolate most of the time (love that 70% dark chocolate mmMmMm)

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

cotton candy!! except when it gets all over my face and hair o no

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

common report book comments included

- very active

- bright

- “the live wire of the class”

- usually distracted but still does well

- mischievous

- playful

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

bottles so that i can close it and save the rest for later and not have to chug it yeet

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

sportswear #sweatpantsalldayeveryday

7. earbuds or headphones?

def headphones but they’re inconvenient sometimes :/

8. movies or tv shows?

tv shows!! (also, my adhd ass can’t get through a movie without zoning out oops)

9. favorite smell in the summer?

i haven’t experienced /real/ summer (thank u singapore’s tropical climate) but i rly like the smell of rain :”)

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

making up excuses to skip pe

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

belvitas before morning practice

croissant sandwich and chocolate milk after practice

if there’s no practice, then scrambled eggs from the dining hall lolol

if i’m too lazy to go to the dining hall, then cereal

12. name of your favorite playlist?

it’s literally called jams and the description is “a clusterfuck of stuff i’ve jammed to at some point”

13. lanyard or key ring?

key ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

gummy bears/sour patch kids

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

death of a salesman - arthur miller

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

with one foot up on the chair and the other leg sitting normally

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

a pair of asics sneakers

18. ideal weather?

15ºc/60ºf when its like cool but not too cold but also not ridiculously hot and also when theres no insane wind (a light breeze is fine)

19. sleeping position?

on my left side and hugging a pillow/bolster/soft toy

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

i like the feeling of pen and paper but im disorganized as hell so an apple pencil + ipad makes a good enough substitute

21. obsession from childhood?

frogs (i’ve loved them since i was 3 hehe)

22. role model?

a dude i used to train with for a while in 2014. he retired last year but he’s always looked out for me like an older brother since we trained together (he’s 8 years older than me lmao) and even thought i’m so far away rn he still checks in on me and stuff and idk he’s probably one of the swimmers i respect the most.

23. strange habits?

i cant fall asleep at night if im not hugging something.  like. it could be a pillow. or a soft toy. literally anything. once on a school trip i hugged a pair of sweatpants to sleep bc i legit cant fall asleep if im not hugging something.i have no problem falling asleep in class/on buses/cars/planes though.

24. favorite crystal?

idk i never really paid enough attention to crystals to actually have a favorite and know their names. they’re all rly pretty tho.

25. first song you remember hearing?

uhh h h i honestly can’t remember. probably some classical music bc i played the violin and that was my first experience of music that i was actually aware of????

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

switch on the aircon and take a nap / sit in bed on netflix/playing on my nintendo switch. and swimming outdoors i guess.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

switch on the heater and take a nap / sit in bed on netflix/playing on my nintendo switch.

do u see a pattern here

28. five songs to describe you?

jet lag - simple plan (bc time zones suck and i miss my fam & friends)

avalanche - bring me the horizon (pretty much sums up how tf my brain feels)

high hopes - p!atd

astronaut - simple plan

the reckless and the brave - all time low

29. best way to bond with you?

doing dumb shit with me

also Quality Time™️ like idk even if we’re chilling and doing our own shit i like just spending time with people im comfortable enough with

30. places that you find sacred?

idk

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

a hoodie and sweatpants

for no reason other than that’s what i wear 90% of the time

32. top five favorite vines?

I AM CONFUSION!!! AMERICA EXPLAIN

this bitch empty. yeet.

im in my mom’s car VROOM VROOM

the one of that dad playing the saxophone (???) and the kid slamming the oven door open and shut

road works ahead “haha yea sure hope it does!”

33. most used phrase in your phone?

either lmao or lolol or LMFAO or yeet

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

gOD i had spotify ads stuck in my head all the time before i switched to premium and now i cant remember any of them (thank god)

35. average time you fall asleep?

i’d say 12:30-1ish

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

the tROLL FACE MEME LIKE those rage faces idk what they’re called but BASICALLY THOSE 2010-2012 era memes

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

suitcase!!! i like sitting on them and yeeting myself around on them or getting people to push me around and then falling off

38. lemonade or tea?

lemonade

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

ngl i havent had either of them before

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

so in jc2 (aka 12th grade), for some reason PEOPLE WERE PUTTING PRE-PACKAGED HARD BOILED EGGS ALL OVER THE SCHOOL. like they were still in their wrappers and all but u could open ur schoolbag and find like 5 eggs in there. and no one knew where they came from. i think at one point there were even eggs hanging from the pull-up bars. all i know is that they were everywhere and people in my batch still remember it as the egg invasion of acjc.

41. last person you texted?

my mom

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

def jacket!!! especially when they have zips hehe

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

idk man depends on my mood

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

sci-fi bc im a fricken nerd

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

shirt and sweats

47. favorite type of cheese?

cheddarrr also i like mozzerrella sticks

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

a fineapple B)

lmao jk ummmm maybe a watermelon bc when u hit it it sounds hollow, just like how my skull would sound if someone hit it (h a)

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

here for a good time not for a long time

never give up without a fight

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

idk probably some dumb meme. i laugh at a lot of stuff like i laugh anything even mildly funny. some that i can think of off the top of my head are:

- i was tryna type ducky but typed fucky instead and sOmEOnE (could be the person who submitted this ask, idk tho) changed my facebook messenger nickname to fucky and the notification was like ”poopy butthole changed your nickname to fucky” and i think that’s still the funniest sentence i’ve read in my whole life

- one time we went to mcdonalds and a friend said mcfluffy instead of mcflurry and idk why but i laughed so hard at that

- once @doduo and i spent half a chinese lesson cutting out random faces from the chinese newspaper and sticking them randomly all over the classroom and idk. it was the funniest thing ever. until the teacher came over and confiscated my scissors rip.

51. current stresses?

- an essay draft (that i am procrastinating rn by doing this, oops)

- CANADIAN TRIALS (but thats a good kind of stress)

- submitting a proposal for a group project but none of my groupmates are freaking replying my texts ugh

52. favorite font?

avenir next!! i find san serif fonts way easier to read than serif lolol.i like helvetica neue too.

53. what is the current state of your hands?

dry af but also i just got my nails done so they pretty rn hehe

54. what did you learn from your first job?

i…havent had a real job yet

55. favorite fairy tale?

idk i was never rly one for fairy tales even as a kid.

56. favorite tradition?

chinese new year when we get CASH and we spend 3 days just eating junk yEET im rly sad im gonna be missing it the next few years tho

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

hh h h hh hhh hh hh they’re pretty personal i don’t /really/ wanna put it out here but i can text you the answer to this if you want (i’m perfectly fine with that!!)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

- i think i’m pretty intuitive!!! i can guess anyone’s mbti if i’ve spent enough time with them/gotten a detailed enough description of them /winks/ and i can read people pretty well in general and i can draw links to themes/symbols in lit pretty well….???

- i’m somewhat decent at lettering…i think

- i’m good at pull-ups and also vertical jumps i’m secretly a froge

- i’m decent at photography…i guess….

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

yeet

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

pokemon !!

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

/sweats/ i’m not very good at remembering lines from books/movies/shows WELP

62. seven characters you relate to?

JAKE PERALTA - b99

rosa diaz - b99

linguine - ratatouille (he’s permanently confused and he let a ratto take over his job bc he had no idea what he was doing like damn what a big mood)

dory - finding nemo/finding dory (i relate to the forgetfulness)

percy jackson

kale bae /winks/

mitt (during bad phases) /winks again, but sadly/

63. five songs that would play in your club?

idek man i wouldnt even be at my own club i’d be at home taking a nap i’ll just ask someone else to handle my playlist

64. favorite website from your childhood?

club penguin !!!

65. any permanent scars?

yE one of them was from jumping onto a treadmill going at 13km/h 2 years ago bc i thought i was a good idea

66. favorite flower(s)?

i dont have any

67. good luck charms?

i eat pancakes for breakfast on meet days!!!! altho i think this is more of a habit than a good luck charm tbh lmao.

also i guess pip???? he’s my emotional support narwhal :’)

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

durian. i cant stand the stuff or anything flavored like it ugh.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

red food coloring is derived from beetles

70. left or right handed?

right

71. least favorite pattern?

overly-floral patterns i guessssss. also i hate wearing stripes.

72. worst subject?

chinese

besides that, math and physics

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

i rly like vanilla ice cream and fries

also i would eat ketchup with nearly anything

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

i usually just suck it up and go to sleep when it comes to pain but i guess an 8??? idk. i usually take advil/ibuprofen only for fevers

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

i got my first loose tooth on january 11 2005 and it fell out on january 18 2005 & it was a tuesday (pls don’t ask me how i remember this bc i dont know)

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

tater tots

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

cactus i guess. idk im not good at plants.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

grocery store sushi (it was pretty decent in singapore so yeeeee lmao also i ate a lot of that as a kid)

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

its the same photo for both so yeAh

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

earth

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

idk i always called them fireflies

82. pc or console?

console I LOVE THE FEEL OF BUTTONS

83. writing or drawing?

drawing (more like doodlign for me bc i cant draw for shit)

84. podcasts or talk radio?

neither but if i rlllllly had to choose then podcasts i guessss s sss

84. barbie or polly pocket?

neither LMAO i gave all my barbies haircuts when i was a kid bc i didnt know what to do with them

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology for sure!! i love greek mythology (may or may not be bc of percy jackson lolol)

86. cookies or cupcakes?

cookies

87. your greatest fear?

losing those i love and care about (could be drifting or actual death it goes both ways)

88. your greatest wish?

rn, for my essay to write itself

for the short-term, to make the olympics (and WUGs…and worlds…and sea games…and asian games…and commonwealth games lmao)

for the long-term, uhhh idk. i just wanna live a life i��m satisfied with and to have a job i actually like and to be able to support my parents

89. who would you put before everyone else?

my mom

90. luckiest mistake?

i always say that i regret doing a year of college in singapore instead of coming here for freshman year but if i’d come in a year earlier like i was supposed to, i proba wouldn’t have made it past swim team tryouts and i made some pretty great friends in my first year of college soooo it all worked out i guessi cant think of any others rn

91. boxes or bags?

bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

fairy lights are rly pretty!!but i like natural light :”)

93. nicknames?

deb

debs

debo

debbo

alpha childuhh h h i think thats about it??? i cant remember any others

94. favorite season?

spring’s pretty great rni like fall too (before it gets cOLd)

95. favorite app on your phone?

insta/tumblr/telegram

96. desktop background?

a photo of me looking rly cool at the starting blocks before a race B)

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

4 - mine (singapore & US), my mom’s and my dad’s

98. favorite historical era?

uhh h h idk the ice age seemed pretty cool haha sike it was actually coldmedieval times seemed pretty cool too like damn i want a suit of armorWHEW I SPENT WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON THIS but i had fun so yeet

also if you read all the way down here ily and you’re cool

#ask #this was hella long #but also hella fun

[imaginedilestrade]

The Name’s Lestrade, Greg Lestrade.

Warnings: violence A/N: Ahhhh so this is the last chapter! Thank you do everyone who has read and enjoyed his fic! Don’t worry I’ll have another one replacing this VERYYYYY soon 😏😉 Have a great week!

————————— Chapter 9 ————— You hadn’t said a word after telling Greg what Mycroft had done. He eventually made it to the airport with you and drove on the runway to the jet Mycroft had sent. Greg settled on a seat across from you and prepared to take off “What will you do?” You slowly looked up to him, waiting for him to elaborate. “What are you going to do when you get back to London and see Mycroft?” “I’m going to kill him,” you bluntly replied and looked out the window. Greg let it a loud sigh and you snapped your head around “Oh Greg, you have so much to learn,” you shot him a fake smile “I’m not insane enough to kill, or even boycott for that matter, the British government. But I will get him back, he has a lot of pressure points…” “You know I have a duty to protect Mycroft Holmes.” “Yes, but he doesn’t give two fucks about you!” You snapped “Get my laptop and see for yourself.” Greg got up and grabbed your laptop. He accessed the file you had downloaded and scanned his eyes over the various documents until he stopped when he saw the numbers ‘007’ at the top of the page and then he saw the words ’PROCESSING TERMINATION’ in bright red. “This can’t be real…” he uttered out under his breath.

“I told you Greg,” you captured his attention “If only you opened your eyes sooner…” When you arrived back in London a car was already waiting for you. Greg stood and watched as you got in with a sour look on your face “Mr Lestrade?” The driver called out “He wants to see you too.” Greg involuntary gulped and entered the car. You shuffled yourself up a bit and pulled out your phone. Greg watched as your fingers quickly danced over the screen “Do you think he’s on to us?” He whispered to you. You turned and faced him “Of course he is.” Your answer made Greg raise an uneasy brow “He’s a reptile. A cold blooded, venomous, fork-tongued reptile…I hate him.” Greg saw your eyes darken and it sent a shiver down his spine, never had he seen you so vengeful. “Mycroft…he loves you…” Greg choked on his own words. You let out a loud snort of laughter “Oh please! Mycroft has the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn’t love anything.” You glanced out the window and noticed that you were outside Mycroft’s office. You stormed out the car, not bothering to wait for the driver to open the door for you. Greg quickly followed and struggled to keep up with your long strides. The doors opened the Mycroft’s office and he was sitting on his chair with a smug smirk. One that you would have happily smacked off his face. “Hello darling. How was France?” “Wonderful,” you replied with a gleaming smile. Greg burst in after you, pushing you forward slightly and making you stumble. You turned to him with a scowl. “And how was Croatia?” The colour drained in your face and you returned your attention to Mycroft with a fake smile “I wasn’t in Croatia?” “Oh how was Italy too? Mind you, you were just driving by. Nevertheless, still a lot of beautiful sights to see….” Mycroft stood up and your smile fell, you face contorted with anger. “Did you find what you were looking for, darling?” Mycroft spat out and you reached for you gun only to realise it was gone.

“I found everything and more…sweetheart…” your jaw clenched as well as your fists. “How about I just get this over with and slit your throat open with your fountain pen?” Greg watched the interaction intently. Mycroft was circling you and it looked like you were ready to pounce at any second. “And what about you Greg?” Mycroft looked up to the spy with a chilling smirk “Did you find what you were looking for too? Or did you just find yourself deep inside my fiancée?” “Well he was much better than you,” you scoffed. At the snap of his fingers Mycroft summoned two of his men and one held Greg back while Mycroft grabbed you harshly by the throat. You clawed at his hand, becoming desperate for air. Greg struggled in the mans grip, he wanted to get to you but he couldn’t. Mycroft let you go and you stumbled back, dizzy and seeing black spots clouding your vision. Mycroft pinned you against the wall as your crushed windpipe struggled to take in air. “You’re not getting away with this Mycroft,” you wheezed “I’ll take you down even if it the last thing I do.” “Breathing will be the last thing you do my dear…” Mycroft placed a kiss to your cheek and- as much as it antagonised your throat- you growled. “What is she to you Greg?” Mycroft asked, not removing his gaze from you. You looked over to Greg out the corner of your eye “The death of me…” he whispered with a half smile. “Yes,” Mycroft mused “She will be.” Greg saw nothing but black after that. And all he thought about in his unconscious state was you. Wondering, and hoping, that you were still alive. He woke up in a dingy room with a groan “Ahh he’s finally awake…” Greg’s eyes snapped open and he almost didn’t recognise the voice it was so broken “You’re alright?!” “I think he has other plans for us…” you breathed out. Greg noticed the scratches and bruises on your face that weren’t there before. He tried to hold your face but it was then that he noticed his hands were tied behind his back. You were in the same situation, facing him in a chair with your hands bound. The two men from earlier were keeping a close eye on the both of you. “Well Greg I hate to say I told you so-” He cut you off with a sigh “Then don’t-” “But I told you so.”

Greg rolled his eyes and slumped back slightly in his chair. “Don’t be like that!” You snapped “If you had opened your eyes sooner and woken up to face reality we wouldn’t be here!” “I’m sorry alright?!” Greg gritted out. “Kick my chair back,” you softly whispered, changing your tone completely. What were you up to? “But you’ll fall?” You nodded and Greg understood your plan. He did as you asked and your back crashed to the floor with a thud making your groan in agony. One of the men sighed and dismally went to pick you up off the floor. You were quick to react and pointed your legs upwards, grabbing his neck with your calves and crossing them to snap it. The other man rushed over but Greg managed to trip him up. He fell flat on his face and Greg leaned forward, swivelling his body around and breaking the chair on the man as he attempted to stand. Greg freed his hands before helping you “What you…um…did uh…with your legs…um…” he stuttered out. You bashfully smiled “I can do much more with them than that…” you teased. “Oh I know,” Greg gave you a knowing look “We have to get back and arrest Mycroft.” You nodded in agreement “I know some friends that can help us out.” — “Thanks for this Moneypenny,” you cocked your gun that she had brought “I appreciate this.” “Not a problem, Y/N. the sooner you take him down the better. M is on his way with backup. The evidence on your laptop is enough to incarcerate Mycroft for life.” She turned to Greg “You’ve got a good one here.” “I know…” Greg trailed off with a smile and you turned away with a blush on your face “Keep us updated.” You and Greg made your way to MI6 headquarters were Mycroft in an office on the top floor. When the lift doors opened you were face with him, he was leaning in his umbrella with a file in his hand. “I expected your here sooner, you’re both lagging in your old age. Perfect timing to replace you both.” You aimed your gun at him with a sneer. “You killed my parents.” “You were so sad,” Mycroft breathes out before a smile overtook his face “It was wonderful.” You let out a loud growl and stepped closer to him but Mycroft swiftly raised his umbrella and knocked the gun out of your hand. It landed by his feet and he grabbed it, pointing it at you. Greg held out his gun and Mycroft sniggered “Put it down Lestrade or I’ll kill her.” Even if he was bluffing Greg didn’t want to risk it so put the gun on the floor and kicked it away from him. Mycroft glanced over and smirked “Oh 007, you’re stupidity never ceases to amuse me.” A gunshot fired and you fell back. Greg saw blood oozing out your stomach. Your looked to Mycroft and saw him not pointing the gun at Greg. You screamed for him to run but no words left your mouth. Another gunshot went off. But this time Mycroft was the target. M had reached the office and shot Mycroft in the leg, enough to take him down and not harm him too much. The elder Holmes was quickly put in cuffs and taken away. “Y/N!” Greg rushed to your side and pressed his hands to your bleeding stomach “You’re going to be fine, I promise.” “Don’t lie, Greg. I’m a professional I know when you’re doing it,” your breathing became more rapid with each word. Greg let out a small sob of laughter as tears welled in his eyes “Well I’m not lying, you need to brush up on your skills.” “Thanks for helping me,” you placed a bloodied hand to his cheek “You helped me get justice.”

“It was mostly you,” Greg assured and placed a kiss on your forehead, it was freezing. You shook your head with a smile before the smile faded and your hand slowly fell from his face “No, come on Y/N wake up! Don’t mess about!” Greg sobbed. “Please, wake up…” Your eyes opened “Don’t you tell me to wake up when I’ve been telling you to open your eyes for ages…” you sat up and Greg’s face crinkled with confusion. You kissed him and although he was confused, he kissed you back “Wake up,” you smiled. — “Wake up!” Greg groaned and opened his eyes. He sat up in bed and looked around as he tried to catch his breath. “Finally!” He turned and saw you lying on your arm beside him with a sleepy smile “You’re going to be late for work.” “You’re alright?” He asked and tossed the covered off you, trying to find a bullet wound in your stomach.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Greg glanced around the room and squinted his eyes at the tv “You fell asleep last night when we were watching it…” you trailed off noticing Greg was looking at the screen in front of you that had the title screen for ’Spectre’ on it. “I-I did?” He asked with a confused tone before letting out a tried laugh “I must have dreamt about it.” “What was your dream?” You asked as he settled back down in bed and you wrapped an arm around his waist. “I had a dream that I was 007…you were a spy. A really good one, but you got shot-” You let out a giggle “Thanks! You dream about me and I get shot? Some husband you are…” “Yeah but you were still like a Bond girl,” he smirked and you placed your chin on his shoulder before pecking his lips. “Well if you were James Bond technically I’d be a 'Lestrade girl’. I like the sound of that one better, as long as I’m the only one.” Greg smiled and brushed your cheek with the tips of his fingers “Course, I wouldn’t want anyone else.” Greg turned his head and checked the time “I better get ready for work.”

Greg left you alone in the bed and jumped into the bathroom to shower. When he got out, you went in. When you emerged again you found Greg posing by the mirror, making a gun shape with his fingers and posing in different positions “What are you doing?” You asked with a giggle. Greg turned and went wide eyed noticing that he’d been caught “N-nothing!” “Were you pretending to be Bond?” You teased and walked over to him with a smile. “Maybe…” he mumbled. You stood behind him and looked into the mirror with him “You may not be Britains best spy, but you are Britains best detective inspector.” Greg found a burst of self confidence in your words “You better head, Mr Lestrade…” you purred his name. “I love you,” he kissed you with a smile. “I love you too, now hurry before you're late!” You waved him away but before he left he turned on his heel. “Who did you say you worked with again…?” He asked with a furrowed brow. “A guy called James, we help each other out from time to time…” you slipped off your towel and slipped into a black dressing gown. Greg went to open his mouth again but snapped it shut. He walked away out of your view before taking a few steps back. “You’d tell me if you were a spy wouldn’t you?” You raised a brow and burst into a fit of laughter “I am not a spy!” “That’s the sort of thing a spy would say…” you could hear the hint of serious laced in between his words. “You’re going to be late,” you folded your arms over and gave him a condescending glare. Greg rolled his eyes and left, you peered out of the window and watched him get into his car. Your phone rang a few seconds later “Hello….I’m fine….Greg just said the funniest thing to me,” You looked out the window again “He asked me if I was a spy….” you watched the car pull away and you smiled to yourself “Maybe he’s onto me, he said he dreamt it….nothing to worry about…I’ve got that notebook you wanted….I’ll see you soon, Jim. And don’t worry about Greg.”

You saw his car at the bottom of the street and smirked.

“He hasn’t got a clue.” THE END ——————— Tags: (Let me know if you’d like to be tagged/Untagged)

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[aniallstory-blog]

Chapter Fifteen

Note: I’m so sorry! I meant to post this chapter on Thursday night before I went away for the weekend and I forgot. Here it is now though and I’ll post another tomorrow to make up for the long wait! Enjoy :)

“So we have the invitations,” I told Niall as we Skyped the week after his BBC performance. He was in Australia doing promotions, but as he said he would he'd been very dedicated to the wedding whenever he had his free time. “The first batch said Neil so I had to get them changed, but I'll send them out tomorrow.”

Niall frowned as he sipped a can of Fosters.

“Are ya jokin'? Ya spelt my name wrong on our wedding invitations?”

“I didn't spell your name wrong!” I giggled as I shook my head, I knew how much he hated being called Neil and I had laughed a tad longer than I probably should've when I first saw the mistake. “They must have thought Niall was a typo and changed it when I sent it to the company.”

“S'disrepecful,” He mumbled to himself. “Lots of people are named Niall.”

“I know, hun, but I got it changed so it's all sorted now,” I assured him even though I had kept one of the original batch just for my own amusement. “Have you picked out your best man and groomsmen yet?”

“I have indeed,” Niall smiled. “Gonna ask Greg to be me best man even though I'd rather have Willie if m'honest.”

“Then ask him instead,” I interrupted with a frown. “It's our wedding, Ni. Greg will get over it eventually, do whatever you want.”

He shrugged.

“It's not worth the drama. Willie can still be one of my groomsmen. Deo, Martin and Eoghan too.”

“That's perfect,” I smiled. “Gemma's going to be my Maid of Honour and then Charlotte, Abby, Sarah and Lucy are going to be my bridesmaids so they can partner up evenly.”

“Everything's comin' together!” Niall grinned. “Told ya we wouldn't need more than four months.”

I stuck my tongue out playfully and rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, of course. Those people who take at least a year to spread out all the stress so they're not scrambling to get everything done on time are so lazy,” I said sarcastically, knowing it would be a very hectic few months for us.

“It'll be fine, love,” Niall insisted. “I'll handle the catering since I know all about me food and bevvies and the honeymoon 'cause I wanna surprise ya. You handle the decorations because that's more yer area of expertise and m'sure ya can find us a photographer in no time so that's all there is to it.”

“I suppose you're right,” I sighed. “We have to find someone to officiate the ceremony too. Can priests even do it if you're not at a church or official venue?”

“Don't see why not, but I can look into it if ya want,” Niall offered. “I'm sure someone in London would be happy to marry us.”

“It's okay, I can ask around and see what I can find out,” I shrugged. “I know you're pretty busy over there. I've been watching some of your interviews, what's all this about you going after Katy Perry?”

Niall laughed and rolled his eyes.

“It's just a joke,” He insisted. “She keeps tellin' everyone m'tryin' ta get her number and m'flirtin' with her, but it's all good fun. I promise m'not.”

“I know,” I laughed. “We all know she'd be powerless to resist if you did start trying to charm her.”

“Not so sure about that, love,” He chucked. “But I should probably try and get some sleep. This jet lag is killin' me, but I got an early start tomorrow.”

“I'm sorry, Ni. I wish I could curl up with you, I could use a nap today too.”

“Yeah? Mean Marge workin' ya too hard?”

“No, Niall,” I laughed at his nickname for my boss. “I was just up late editing some pictures for the orders I've been getting. There's been a lot lately.”

“Glad to hear that!” He grinned proudly. “But make sure ya take care of yerself too, alright?”

“Of course,” I smiled at his protective nature. “But I'll let you get some rest. Chat tomorrow?”

“Absolutely, I'll let ya know me schedule as soon as I wake up,” I nodded and blew him a kiss, but just as I was about to say goodnight and hang up, he stopped me. “Wait! There's another thing ya gotta do before the wedding! Ya need to pick yer dress. Me Ma was hoping you'd let her help? She'll fly in whenever ya want her to. She just wants to be a part of it all.”

I smiled at the fact that my future mother-in-law wanted to help me pick out such an important part of my wedding, but my stomach dropped at the same time. It was the part that I wasn't ready to discuss yet. I was quiet for a moment before I realized Niall was still waiting for my answer so I pushed my worries to the back of my mind.

“Of course she can, it's very sweet that she wants to,” I told him. “I'll text her soon once I figure out when I can fit that in.”

“Alright, love,” Niall smiled. “Have a good day.”

I blew him another kiss before saying goodbye and disconnecting the call.

-

“Hiya, love,” Niall said cheerily when he answered my call about a week later. “Ya alright?”

“Yeah, are you?” I asked smiling proudly. “I saw that reception you got at the airport. That was insane. Just wanted to make sure you made it to your hotel alive.”

“'Course I did,” Niall chuckled. “Bas does his job well. Was wild though, definitely wasn't expectin’ it. Felt like the old days with the lads.”

“Well everyone loves the new single, Ni,” I reminded him as I curled up on the couch with my morning tea, my laptop perched on the coffee table in front of me. “You deserve all the attention you're getting. I'm so proud of you.”

“Thanks, Ava,” Niall sighed happily. “M'so grateful for it all, ya know? Never thought the response would be this big to me going out on me own.”

“I did,” I scoffed. “All four of you are talented. Being in a band together made for some really great music, but being apart really showcases your skills as individuals and I'm not even a tiny bit surprised at the success any of you have had.”

“Still very surreal when hoards of teenage girls are screamin' at me,” Niall pointed out. “Not the kind of reaction I'll ever get used ta.”

“No, I bet not,” I giggled.

The conversation moved on to how his flight there had been, his schedule for the next few days and how things were going for me in London, but it didn't take long for Niall to get back to the topic I was trying to avoid.

“I heard from me Ma yesterday by the way and she said ya still haven't gotten in touch about picking yer dress,” He told me, causing a knot form in my stomach.

“Oh yeah, sorry. I've just been really busy with everything else, I still haven't picked a time for that yet.”

It wasn't a lie, I had been busy with everything else, but I had been prioritizing those things for a reason. Something Niall copped on to faster than I had expected.

“Picking out yer dress is supposed t’be top of the list for most brides, isn't it?” He asked, his tone conveying it was more of a statement than a question. “You've found a photographer, made the invitations, finalized a guest list, started lookin' for someone to officiate, but ya haven't put any thought into yer dress yet?”

I hesitated for a moment before I answered.

“Yes?”

My voice was quiet and questioning and I heard Niall sigh.

“The tables have turned now, haven't they, love?” He asked. “There's somethin' yer not tellin' me, some reason you don't want to talk about this. You've brushed me off every time I've asked. If ya don't want me Ma to help pick yer dress, I can just tell her. She won't be offended.”

“No, Niall! That's absolutely not the issue,” I rushed to assure him, not wanting him to think for a minute that I didn't appreciate his mum's interest in helping. “It's not a big deal, really.”

“But there is somethin'?” He questioned. I could practically hear his brain working as he tried to figure it out. “It's not what ya said about needin' to lose weight first, is it? I know ya have to try not to lose weight once ya get yer dress fitted, Denise was all stressed out about that before their wedding so is that why yer putting it off? Honestly ya don't need to lose a pound. You're beautiful just the way ya are and if anyone says otherwise they can fuck right off. No real fan of mine would say a bad thing about ya, 'specially not somethin' like that.”

That wasn't exactly true, 'real fans' of his had said horrible things about me plenty of times, but that was beside the point. I wasn't worried about my weight.

“It's not that either,” I said quietly, nervously biting my lip. He was worried and I knew I had to be honest with him, but he would probably think I was being stupid. Even I thought I was.

“Yer not still mad about the time restraint and doing it all on my schedule, are ya?” When I denied that as well, he let out a frustrated sigh. “Well then m'out of ideas, love. Yer gonna have to tell me what's going on in that head of yers if ya want me t’help ya through it.”

I felt tears prick my eyes, but I blinked them back and cleared my throat, hoping he wouldn't be able to tell how upset I was.

“I want my mum to be there,” I mumbled so quietly I wouldn't have been surprised if my laptop's microphone didn't pick it up. But once I'd made the confession everything came pouring out. “Picking out a wedding dress is something you're supposed to do with your mum, you know? She's supposed to be there to give me suggestions, tell me what suits me and what looks awful because she totally would have,” I smiled through the tears that were blurring my vision. “She had a habit of not sugarcoating anything. She wouldn't have let me walk out there in anything that was less than perfect even if it meant giving me some tough love. I want her suggestions on what style. I want to see the look on her face when I find the perfect one. I want her to be there.”

Niall was quiet for a moment.

“I'm sorry, Ava,” He sighed. “Didn't even think about that.”

“It's alright,” I sniffled, wiping my eyes. “It's silly, I know. But this whole process is making me miss her a lot. I think about her every day, Ni. I get so mad about it sometimes. It's not fair that she won't get to be there and see me get married, she'll never get to meet you and see how amazing you are and how happy you make me, she won't get to meet any kids we have or teach me how to be a good mum like she was, I'll never get to know if she's proud of who I am and what I'm doing.”

“'Course she's proud of you, love,” Niall insisted. “It isn't fair and I wish I could change that for ya, but she's watching ya and looking out for ya and she knows what an amazing woman you've turned out to be. Probably wishes ya'd fallen for someone who could be around for ya more than I am, but I like to think she knows how much I love ya and how hard I try to look after ya for her.”

I smiled, my heart swelling at his words.

“She wouldn't have wanted me to be with anyone else,” I assured him. “She would have loved you. She always had a thing for Irish accents, she probably would have been pretty jealous that I found myself such a good looking Irishman.”

“I wish I could have met her,” Niall laughed. “And I know it's not the same and no one could take her place, but me Ma will never let ya pick out a dress that doesn't suit ya either. I know she seems nice, but she can be brutally honest too. She really wants to be there for ya and help with it all.”

“I want her to, I swear,” I insisted, smiling at the thought of Maura telling me how horrible I looked in an unflattering dress. “It's just taken a bit of the excitement out of it, you know? Everything else has been fine, but doing this without my mum just won't be the same. I'll get over it though and pick a date soon.”

“Ya don't need to get over it,” Niall said gently. “Yer allowed ta be upset, yer allowed to miss her. Just don't let it ruin things yer supposed to be excited about too much, yeah? She wouldn't have wanted that. She'll be there with ya when yer picking out a dress anyway even if ya can't see her.”

“You're right,” I smiled, wiping my eyes on my sleeve. “Thanks for the pep talk, hun.”

“Anytime, Darlin'. S'what m'here for,” He assured me. “Wish I could give ya big hug though. Don't like being away from me girl when she's sad.”

“You're too sweet,” I giggled. “I wish you could give me a hug too, but I'll be alright. I'll pick a date at some point today and talk to your mum later.”

“Sounds good, love,” Niall agreed. “But I gotta run, have another interview coming up in a few minutes. I'll text ya later, alright?”

“Alright. Good luck with your interview. I love you, Niall.”

“Love you too, Ava.”

I blew him a kiss, we said our goodbyes and hung up the phone. It felt good to get my sadness off my chest, but it didn't make it disappear. Nothing in the world would change the fact that my mum wouldn't be able to help me pick my wedding dress or see me on the big day.

I felt more tears well up in my eyes and before I knew it I was sobbing right there on our couch. I let it all out. All the fear of not having her guidance, the anger at the unfairness of it all and the sadness that after all those times we'd talked about what my wedding would be like when I was younger, she wouldn't get to share it with me now it was actually happening. I cried and cried until there were no more tears left before grabbing a tissue off the coffee table and blowing my nose.

Sometimes there's pain in life that you just need to feel and despite the fact that no amount of tears or tantrums would bring my mum back, this was still a pain that I had to get out of my system every once in a while even six years later.

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[sitaaronkepaar]

Daily Rikara Ramblings

OMFG I'M SO EXCITED YOU GUISE!! HAPPY OMKARA ROAST DAY!!!!. AAJ TOH QUEENIE'S GONNA DRAG HIM WITHIN AN INCH OF HIS LIFE AND I'LL BE CHEERING. I HOPE OMKARA HAS SOME BURNOL READY CAUSE HE'S GON HAVE SOME SRS 3rd DEGREE BURNS!! GOSH, I'VE BEEN EAGERLY WAITING FOR THIS FROM THE PAST TWO DAYS, LIKE AB TOH I'M DYING WITH ANTICIPATION.I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING SIT DOWN FOR THIS, I'M SO FUCKING READY!!!! BRING ITTTT AWNNNN!! 💥💥💥💥💥

Gosh, even the precap is LIT!!! 😍😍😍😍

Omg queen is here.

She looks hella mad, like if i were Omkara, I'd be shaking in my boots. Lol.

Omg there's shankarji in the background, looks like someone's prediction is going to come true lol.

"I said stop"

Uh, oh queen looks hella mad😍😧

She's gonna rip apart. 😃😃😃😃😃😃😃🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

"It's my turn now"

YES BITCHHHHHI, IT IS YOUR TURN!!!!!! RIP HIM APART!!!NUKE HIM WITHIN AN INCH OF HIS LIFEE.

"I've faced a lot of problems in my life, alone, then you came in my life, I felt as if my Shankarji has sent me, sent you, for me because you saved me from Kali, and then you married me, I fell in love with you. I wanted you to take pride in calling me your wife, wife. I wanted you to love me the way I love you."

NOT FAIR GAURI, I WANTED YOU TO MAKE OMKARA CRY, NOT ME!!! MY BBY, ILYSM. UGH, I'M BAWLING RN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"Socha tha hum apne dil ki baat aapse english me kahenge, par hamein aaj ehsaas ho gaya ki humne kitna galat socha, kitna galat samjha aur GALAT INSAN SE PYAAR KAR BAITHE. CHOT TOH AAPNE HAMEIN PEHLE BHI BAHUT PAHUNCHAYI HAI OMKARAJI PAR AAJ YEH JO ZAKHAM AAPNE HAMARE AATMASAMMAN KO DIYA HAI NA, WOH KABHI NAHI BHAREGA."

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

Omg SHANKARJI!!! FUCKKKK, THE PARALLELS, I CAN'T, I CANNOT!!

Shankarji witnessed their shaadi and now he's gon witness the destruction of this shaadi.

Aaj Gauri shankarji k saamne sab bhasam kar degi lol

Waise it's said Lord Shiva is the destroyer and he destroys things so that new things can begin. Maybe this means that this is the end of their toxic relationship, and hopefully, they can start anew, without misunderstandings, without all this bad blood, without all this venom.

Or maybe I'm just reading too much into it. Lol.

Ugh the Layak word. 😑😑😑

She looks so broken and hurt, man. Fuck you Omkara, fuck you for making her cry. 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

She's ek ek karke giving him her sachai ka suboot. 😭😭😭😭

"Jis Arjun ki baat aap kar rahe they na, woh hamare english teacher hai, guru, uska matlab jaante hai aap, guru hai hamare"

She looks so disgusted with him. Poori ghinn aane wali feeling hai. 🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢

"pyar nahi kiya sirf, pooja ki hai"

Biggest truth of their relationship tbh. Her devotion is even greater than her love tbh. Is se zyada aur kya kar sakti thi Gauri. But Omkara ne na Gauri k devotion ki respect ki and na hi uske love ki. He deserves to burn in hell for what he did to her yesterday.

But she's so done with his bullshit. Thank god.

"Aaj, Abhi, isi waqt, hum aapko har bandhan, har rishte se azad karte hai, aaj k baad gauri kumari sharma ka saaya bhi aap pe nahi padega"

👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

And away she walks like the bawse ass bitch she is. 😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎

My God, Gauri Kumari Sharma, you beauty, my eternal queen, I bow to thee!!!! NOT ONLY DID YOU SLAY MY CURRENT LIFE BUT MY NEXT 7 JANAM'S TOO. MY GOD, WHAT A QUEEN. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. AAJ TOH AAG LAGA DI QUEEN AAPNE ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

And Gosh, kudos to Shrenu Parikh. You're a fuckin legend!!! Looking at this superlative performance, no one can guess you did while still recovering from dengue. Arey dengue se toh acche achhon ki baj jaati hai but aapne toh dengue bhi apne kaam k aage nahi aane diya. What a brilliant khidkitod, darwazetod, palang tod, ghartod, heck laptop, phone sab tod performance!???? You deserve a round of applause and more!! 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

Lol Omkara's face is regret personified. Cry bitch, cry. Ab sari zindagi rota reh akele. Motherfuckin assface. 😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤

Ab maafi mangne aaya hai, chutiya saala, go fuck yourself. Isko koi laat marke bahar nikal do. 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

Ugh, why doesn't Arjun button up his shirt properly? Poora tharki lag raha hai. 🤣🤣🤣

Lol that Gauri is Arjun's fiance. Still, doesn't explain why he went to that third class hotel with her. Thode better hotel chale jaata bhai.

"Meri Gauri"

You've lost the right to call her that. She's not yours anymore, you ass. Let her fucking gooooo. Tu toh uski maafi k bhi layak nahi hai, you dick.

Ok wtf is this babaji? Also, why are all these babajis always prophesying rikara's relationship? Ek woh dargah wale qayamat babaji they and now this kesariya clothed dude. Koi aur kaam nahi hai kya? Go look for enlightenment or something.

"Bhagya me wahi hai, kar me jo tune boya hai, anmol tha woh ratan abhagey, jisko tune khoya hai"

Omg I take my words back, this dude is legit the entire Gauri fandom lmao. 😂😂😂😂

"Arey, jab bhole baba se bhul ho sakti hai toh insaan kya cheez hai, maa parvati jab rusht hokar kailash chodkar gayi, tab bhole baba jante they woh unse kabhi nahi milegi, tabhi woh unhein manane, besh badal kar gaye, beta, prem me leelayin toh sabhi ko karni padti hai, chahe bhakt ho ya bhagwan"

OMG @cuckoldedbyddlj must be dying at the symbolism!! Dear god! 😂😂😂😂😂😂

BUT, Omkara didn't just make a simple mistake. Like sirf misunderstanding hoti and if he'd just broken up with her, tab main samajhti but no, he made an elaborate, diabolical plan to hurt and humiliate her to the max. This wasn't a galti, this was legit gunah, and gunah ki koi maafi nahi hoti hai. Like the best thing, he can do rn is leave her alone. He isn't good for her, at all.

Also, um this is giving me major michmichis. Lol. Is omkara gonna disguise himself and win Gauri's heart? LOL. OH NO, DON'T TELL ME THIS IS CHULBUL 2.0, OMKARA'S VERSION. I'M NOT READY FOR THIS FUCKERY.

#Rikara #omkara singh oberoi #gauri kumari sharma #ishqbaaz #liveblogging

[hopefulbagelboi]

Summer brief and research.

Another post will include all drawing practice I did over summer and all references used, including video tutorials.

Three characters and their turn around boards. Three walk cycles. 15 one second animations.

15 Animations: Originally I was just going to search for the most random sounds on Freesound.org and animate the first thing that came to mind, that way the animations would be unique and also include sound. However, my laptop is rather old and along with some of the keys the sound aspect of the system failed me. I can't hear anything from any of the outputs on my laptop.

Luckily I had put myself off the 'sound then draw' idea, since my drawing ability is limited. To combat this restriction I based a lot of my 15 second animations off of YouTube tutorials that I was studying at the time. For example the skull and flowers animation came about because I really wanted to do that idea and just happened to be looking at skull and simple flower tutorials at the time.

I did use references for my animations, sometimes videos and sometimes pictures. My skin animation came about because I remembered those skin layer diagrams in science textbooks that everyone knows. It's always the same diagram and it looked easy to draw and colour - and it was! I made use of the simplified layers by animating one of them being ripped off, I just wanted an animation that wasn't limited by my drawing ability. I think it turned out pretty well, albeit it being a little difficult at times to imagine the angle the ripped layer needed to be at.

During all of my drawing practice in summer I started an Amino profile as a place to upload my work and get helpful feedback. I was hoping other artists could refer me to helpful tutorials and help me see where I was going wrong. Since it's anonymous I wasn't afraid to post even my worst drawings. Fortunately, the artists there were kind and encouraging - keeping me from giving up on drawing entirely.

(Link to my Amino: https://aminoapps.com/c/art/page/user/completelackoftalent/gBhx_fP0NdR7w46mg1eYBX08LmjPaQF3)

The bored character animation at the end of the other animations was actually an idea from a friend. We were joking about a serious character just being out of place at a party and having to sit in the corner being bored, sipping uncharacteristically from a curly straw. Though the character can't leave because his good friend is there who he protects fiercely. I think it turned out pretty well but I did want to add the sound of muffled party music. As mentioned above, I couldn't.

One thing to mention that I didn't realise until I played the animations on a different computer, is that my laptop lags whilst I animate on it (despite spending a bomb on extra RAM). This became a problem I noticed far too late as when I played my animations back they seemed to be at the right speed and played with enough time to let the viewer process what was going on.

However, once I rendered the project on a different computer I noticed it played back unbelievably fast. The animations rushed by so fast I felt as though I myself had done the marathon that those moving images must have just run. The animations were all guaranteed 1 second long, 25 frames, but I had animated far too much for that one second and so too much happens.

To remedy this next time I'm going to search for a new laptop on my current laptop to scare it into behaving better. I will also just have to suffer and animate in class instead - which I avoid because I can't draw for crap and I would be embarrassed. Also I work better late at night, but the studio is only open until about 8pm and the library just doesn't work with any drawing tablet presented to it. So I'd suffer all the more as I forced myself to work in the morning or midday instead of my preferred time.

3 Misanthropic Characters: A misanthrope is about the equivalent of a social outcast, they stay away from society and tend to dislike others.

The way I adapted this was by having a cockroach character - since no one likes cockroaches. This character had some qualities to them that others would kill for, but they couldn't be happy with themselves because they needed validation and only focused on the hate that others gave them.

My second character was made clearly insane and manipulative, giving people a reason to hate him. Except he had developed that personality thanks to years of abuse from humans and civilised life.

My third character was a simple blank man, I got the idea from those clipart 3D modelled people that show up everywhere. I made this character socially anxious, and so he avoided other people and social gatherings like the plague.

The walk cycles: I'll keep this short, I can't draw walk cycles to save my life. Using my practice and a reference image from last year I attempted the cockroach walk cycle. When played back the character shrunk and lost a lot of mass. It took me a good while to combat this and it wasn't worth it considering the walk cycle looked dodgy anyway. I aimed to give their walk a sad, dragging and despair ridden feel but it doesn't portray that at all.

For my cat character I actually found a walk cycle diagram that had been used is Disney's 'Aristocats' so I couldn't possibly get the walk cycle wrong, right? Wrong. Once the animation was played the cat appeared to be walking backwards, like it was moon walking. I really didn't know how to fix that so I left that train wreck be.

For my third character I had gotten so tired of failing at walk cycles that I cheated a little bit. I took the feeling of 'wanting to melt into the ground' literally and had him walk but melt through the floor as he did so.

Conclusion: Like a broken record at this point; my lack of drawing ability - even while references and tutorials were used - prevented me from making anything actually decent. I was greatly unhappy with the walk cycles, but at least the turnaround boards turned out better than usual. I'm annoyed at my lightening fast 15 animations but at least some of them looked ok.

#Research #Summer Brief #Drawing Practice

[barstoolkate]

Travel Guide: Tokyo

Tokyo: MIND BLOWN...

EATS//

TAKE-CHAN 武ちゃん

Our first night we were indoctrinated to the drill of finding restaurants in Tokyo.  Stand on the sidewalk in the dark.  Stare at Google maps and confirm you’re within 20 feet of the mapped location.  And then walk into every vestibule trying to make heads or tails of the Japanese characters and the confusing address system.  Repeat each night of your Tokyo trip.  We ended up confirming that we had found Take-Chan by matching the waitresses head scarves with a photo from Tripadvisor.

This place is OG yakitori shiz.  We arrived about 30 minutes before they closed so the menu was limited but we got our fill of skewered meats.  Chicken meatballs, chicken tail, liver, thigh, wing and miso duck all charred to perfection and washed down with cold Asahi.  A 90 year old man sits in the back of the room next to an equally old icebox and counts your bare skewers and the tokens they hand out with each beer to tally your check at the end of your meal.  This spot is the perfect way to ease into eating your way through Tokyo.

SUSHI IWA

You’re spending a week in Japan and you have to sift through HOW many sushi restaurants to pick the one you’re going to drop $500 at for (no pressure) the most memorable sushi experience of your life??  No simple task.  I trusted the Sushi Geek to guide me and I’m glad I did.  He calls Sushi Iwa the “perfect introduction to Tokyo high end sushi” and after our experience that feels pretty spot on.  

Had I not read after the fact that our chef that evening wasn’t Iwa-san I would not have known.  I loved the hospitality of his sous chef Shigeyuki Tsunoda.  His english was excellent, he made us feel comfortable in an environment that could easily be intimidating (6 seats = super quiet) and he answered all of my questions as he guided us through each course.

Anticipating my first omakase experience in Japan I wondered what weird shit might be in store for me.  And then about 4 courses in I wished that I had brought a bigger purse.  Tiny whole squids and hot squid rings oozing with something white stared me in the face - a sampler of sorts that I wasn’t sure I could tackle.  I put on my big girl pants and dived in to be surprised that hot squid stuffed with its own roe is actually rich, creamy goodness and not as fishy as I had expected.  And those tiny firefly squids won me over...especially when I learned that they’re luminescent!  

Our 2 hour meal was like the Neverending Story...but one I want to see one night a week.  The fish fest started with hairy crab, bonito sashimi, a cooked fish (I forget what exactly) and moved on to sushi of hen clam, toro, ebi, squid, o-toro, hotate, anago, the sweetest uni from Hokkaido (which will change my mind about uni forever), a giant prawn barely cooked, a maki roll, a seaweed salad, and finally custardy tamago that stood in for dessert.  If you have any doubt about whether a single sushi dinner in Tokyo could be worth $500 (for 2) ...throw caution to the wind and book a seat here.  

SHIMA

There are several restaurants in Tokyo known for waygu beef.  But when Dominique Ansel and David Chang both raved about the same place I felt pretty good about following their lead and booking a table at Shima.  Unfortunately the night we dined there I had horrific jet lag and couldn’t fully appreciate the meal, but I was well enough to comprehend that this was the best beef to ever have touched my lips.  

The starters are huge - order one to split.  We had a giant plate of cured salmon and I spied a sashimi starter that looked insane.  The steak comes in two options: filet or sirloin in 5 ounce portions.  We both had the sirloin.  Upon inspection we discovered that the steaks were both skewered through and after peering into the open kitchen confirmed that they’re cooked via rotisserie.  The starter, 2 steaks and a bottle of wine set us back $480 and was well worth every penny.

2 notes:

Everyone lusts after the steak sandwiches and after reading a lot of reviews it seems that you either have to order an extra steak and request it be made into sandwiches to take away with you or perhaps (?) if you book a table late enough you might be the lucky recipient of a sammich gift.  Don’t quote me on that!  

Next time we go I’ll request a seat at the bar/open kitchen.  We were seated at a table in the back of the restaurant and had to suffer through neighboring tables of obnoxious Americans (ordering well done steaks, asking for bordeaux glasses for their ginger ale, fist bumping the wait staff - no joke).  Spare yourself the pain unless you’re one of them and then please stay at home.

TSUKIJI MARKET

Holy hell - this place is worth the 12 hour flight in and of itself.  I was completely blown away by the scale of the market (reading afterwards that it employees over 40,000 people).  Endless stalls of beautiful species and the characters who sell them make it a chaotic and colorful photographer’s delight.  I’m so glad that we made the trip before the impending relocation of the market (which will be a blow to Tokyo that I can’t believe will actually happen...kind of like Trump winning the election).  

Everyone recommends going to the market shortly after your arrival in Tokyo so that you’re conveniently awake at 3 am to queue up for the tuna auction, and after the first few nights I understood why that makes sense (oy vey).  What people don’t really talk about is that if you don’t go to the auction you won’t see the giant whole tunas.  We went to the market around 10 am and saw tunas broken down in their “coffins” or on tables, but no whole tuna were still around.   

Other details you need to know:

INNER MARKET - I’ve read that some people miss out entirely on the wholesale market experience, which would be a huge loss.  It’s not difficult to find if you’re seeking it out, but make this your top priority/first stop as the selection is going to be better earlier in the day.  Also don’t wear precious shoes - you will get wet.  We visited Tsukiji after our phenomenal dinner at Sushi Iwa so it was fun to identify some of the treats we’d tried there.  Firefly sushi, ark shell clams (aka bloody clams) and uni for miles.

OUTER MARKET - Endless rows of varieties of vendors including dried fishes and seaweed, japanese pottery, tchotchkes, produce, more fish, food stalls, sweets, pickles, kitchen shops, etc.  I’ve traveled to France and Italy and always seek out farmers markets, expecting to be impressed, but I’ve never been more wowed by fresh produce than in Japan.  They offer the most pristine varieties of everything - no bruises, perfectly ripe, instagram-worthy fruits and vegetables.

SUSHI! - We didn’t worry too much about finding the perfect place for lunch given that we had our splurge sushi dinner already.  I knew that the longest lines would be at Sushi Dai and Daiwa and that we were too hungry to sign up for those waits.  We jumped in line at Sushi Zanmai and I immediately got nervous at the cheeseball exterior of the restaurant (giant plastic tuna and life size photos of Chef Zanmai).  Don’t let that scare you off - request a seat at the sushi bar (duh) and saddle up for a delicious meal for $40/person.

As everyone says, the sushi ANYWHERE in Japan is better than almost any sushi you’ve had in the states and it’s certainly true here.  Zanmai is open 24/7 to service the Tsukiji workers and I felt reassured that I was sitting next to what appeared to be a local woman having lunch alone.  Make sure to order the torched toro - the highlight of my tuna “flight”.

TONKATSU SUZUKI

I’m going to curse again because: fried pork.  FUCK is that good!

I was a tonkatsu virgin (how this is possible I really have no idea) and I’m confident that I picked the right spot for my first experience.  I’m also confident that I’ll never find tonkatsu this good in New York.  This recommendation came from Lucky Peach (RIP) and according to them should be “your first stop when you arrive at the train station in Tokyo”.  I’ll add that it should also be your last stop because you’ll want it again.  

If you want your pork fattier order the rosu or lean hire.  The fattier the better, right?  This meal was probably the singular best composed and most satisfying meal we had in Japan.  That juicy pork cutlet topped with tonkatsu sauce ladled on to your liking, shredded cabbage dressed with zingy ponzu (again, you dress it) and THE MOST PERFECT bowl of rice I had the entire trip.   All washed down with a crisp Asahi.  Ahhhhh.

Back to that rice.  I couldn’t stop thinking about it after that meal and upon returning home I conducted Google searches to see if I could uncover some secret technique or rice variety.  My “Tonkatsu Suzuki rice” search failed me...but going to the Japanese food store and buying the most expensive bag of rice did not.  THIS would be that rice and it’s changed my Japanese cooking world at home.  

CAFE ARLES

Visiting an owl cafe was on our list... a cat cafe was not.  You know when you’re traveling and your feet hurt, you’re cranky and you’ve already stopped for one glass of champagne in the middle of the day and it’s too early to just keep on drinking???  Well Ryan stumbled upon this place on Foursquare when I was in a particularly cranky mood and it turned my frown rightside up.

Cafe Arles is totally weird but definitely better than the other themed cafes because it feels like a neighborhood cafe with a few pet cats to add some charm.  Local teenagers lingering over their laptops and drinks tip you off that you’re not in one of the cat cafes catering to tourists.  Order a coffee (their iced coffee was actually really good) and it arrives with a half of a banana, a tiny bowl of giant corn nuts and a delicious vanilla creme filled packaged wafer cookie (that I also sought out when I got home).

Ryan desperately trying to woo one of the cats.

DRINKS//

MORI BAR

Mori was our first cocktail stop in Tokyo, so we didn’t quite know what to expect from a city so famous for high end mixology.  Thus my list of “things to note” about cocktail bars in Tokyo:  

The glassware: is beautiful.  And not just the cocktail glasses.  At more than one establishment we noted the thin-as-a-lightbulb tall glasses used for water and decided right away that we needed this kind of luxury at home.  

The snacks: are an adventure unto themselves.  At Mori we were greeted with a small shot of beef consomeé, some popcorn, seaweed snacks and some deliciously refreshing iced jasmine tea.  Don’t mind if I do.  

They know that the a barstool is the best seat in the house.  Here we were initially seated at a table across from the bar but they moved us without asking as soon as seats at the bar were available.  Cheers from barstoolkate...

Ignore the cheesy plastic table tents promoting their signature drink and go ahead and order the Mori Martini.  It’s unlike any martini you’ve ever had and I don’t even understand how it takes the way it does - smooth, full bodied...it would convince me to drink martinis again if one like this could be found anywhere else.  The drinks at Mori are super boozy so don’t count on having too many unless you need to induce sleep (which was actually effective given our jet lag).  

BAR BENFIDDICH

This was the highlight of my Tokyo cocktail experience.  Bar Benfiddich is certainly hard to find but worth the effort.  Photos online don’t do the space justice.  Enter this bar on one of the upper levels of a nondescript building in Shinjuku and you’re transported into a dark, dungeon-y lair.  Think Henry the Eighth’s private bar updated with hip Brooklyn live edge wood accents.  The atmosphere sets the right tone because you’re in for something dope.

Bartender Hiroyasu Kayama has a commanding presence and mixed every cocktail we saw served himself with the help of 3 assistants.  This being one of those “tell me what you like and I’ll craft you a cocktail” joints - you do need to be prepared to provide direction.  Since I’m yuzu obsessed I ordered a yuzu pisco sour and saddled up to enjoy the 10 minute preparation from my comfy lounge chair.  No bar stools here - primetime seats at the bar are in fact THE most comfortable seats at any bar ever.  

You’ll notice that Kayama stations himself centered in the middle of the bar beneath a dim spotlight, showcasing his hands and drawing your eye toward his mixology wizardry.  You’re entranced as you watch his assistants gather bottles, herbs and the gear he needs to craft your potion.  My yuzu pisco sour involved muddling, blending, shaking and straining and did not let me down - it was exactly what I had hoped for.  The second we tasted our first cocktails we knew we would order another.  Make sure you carve out enough time to wait for a bar seat (if you sit at a table you’ll miss the show) and to have more than one drink here because Bar Benfiddich can easily sway you to linger.

BAR HIGH FIVE

High Five was my least favorite of the cocktail bars we visited.  I read that they relocated to the ground level of the same building and noticed the new interior felt like it was trying to recreate another space.  It seemed like everyone drinking there was a tourist and several of the bar staff were interns visiting from other countries.  The cocktails were delicious but the atmosphere didn’t sit quite right with me so I wouldn’t go out of my way to return here again.

STAY//

PALACE HOTEL

We stayed at the Park Hotel for the first 4 nights of our Tokyo trip (comfortable enough, conveniently located, great city views) and after traveling to Kyoto and back splurged on a night at the Palace.  On my next trip I aspire to stay at there the entire time.  The luxury of this hotel room (get a Deluxe King room with balcony) was perfect for our last night when we were tired of travel and ready for some R&R.  We checked in and immediately after the bellman left our room I decided that I needed a glass of champagne to enjoy in the beautiful bathtub that was open to the room and faced the terrace and view of the Emperor’s Palace.  Avoid the $14 coffee in the lobby and venture down into the subterranean mall to fetch coffee and pastries and bring them back to your balcony for breakfast.  If I lived in Tokyo (which I decided I could) I would want to live in this room.

Photo: The Palace Hotel

#tokyo #city guide