#maybe I'll test some ideas out since I've been drawing a lot more since I got no TV

[wordsandrobots]

Hehehe, I'm just really curious! Because in all of my fandom existence, I've never ever met somebody as prolific and consistent as you are. A lot of the things you'd like to see are already on my list. EDIT because it posted too soon!!! Anyway, I figure this is a good opportunity to ask for some refs about things I've been having issues figuring out. That is: Shino and Yamagi's pilot suit designs, some more specs on Ryuseigo the 5th, like which parts am I supposed to reference, cause I'll be damned if I don't draw that thing. I'm guessing Shino's Goibniu team rides in standard issues Gjallarhorn pilot suits. Also Sri's skin tone comes to mind. There are other things, I guess I'll just pester you for refs as things come up o/

@lilenui Pulling out my reply so you don't have to scroll past the whole ask-answer-reblog chain to get all this! (I am extremely flattered to hear that you think I'm prolific. That'll probably happen when a story idea consumes my brain's every waking moment for a couple of years!)

OK. Shino and Yamagi get the same type of pilot-suit that Tekkadan used (or very similar), but with the orange swapped for blue and the grey replaced by dark navy, in line with the standard Teiwaz mobile suit colours. Like before, the inner skin/wetsuit thingy worn outside of the full spacesuit matches the under-colour, so dark navy (never could figure if that was actually meant to be the under-layer of those suits).

The Goibniu test pilots wear standard Gjallarhorn pilot-gear in flat black with red trim when active in the field, yeah, but during testing they wore simpler flight-suits, more akin to modern day fighter pilots' jumpsuits, normally in grey, though obviously Shino's was magenta. I pictured those as being intended for lighter duties, meant to be much less of a faff to deal with when you're coming in and out of a cockpit and maybe just spending ages on stand-by. (Plus it visually distinguishes them from standard Gjallarhorn troops, and the discarding of that represents the reality of what they are ensuing.)

I've said before that Sri is explicitly of Indonesian descent, by which I meant Javanese specifically, and she has 'pale' skin. That most likely means she's going to be more golden-toned than Eugene or Shino are depicted, she's just less weather-beaten than they are by dint of her history (something of a parallel to Yamagi, there).

(Eugene was being uncharacteristically un-clinical in that moment of description because he was having a hubba-hubba moment. He did continue to labour under the impression she was Doc Chaifin's biological daughter after that, though, and I describe the doctor as having 'weathered golden skin', so...)

As for the Ryusei-Go the Fifth. Well. Here's a quick sketch of my current thoughts on the matter, pending me getting a move on with my Gundam frame/Flauros and derivatives blender model.

The torso is very similar to Flauros but with an extended cockpit module for obvious reasons. The bracer pads on the arms are replaced with storage modules; basically fancy weapons racks. The backpack is some freakish combination of the guns and the Unicorn Gundam's fancy pop-open backpack. Actually, the new Buster Gundam has given me Ideas in that direction.

The waist is somewhere between Barbatos and Barbatos Lupus, while the legs take inspiration from a Hugo, only the reverse knees are optional and the lower legs work ala Kimaris. I will, eventually, be able to produce an actual CGI model of all this, but I'm currently still struggling with the Graze!

(For completeness, the Flauri start out in unadorned greys, probably with a bit of hazard yellow thrown in, and are then repainted in Graze Ein black and red trim (think, everything yellow on Ryusei-Go 4 is red on the Flauri; I think the white bits are switched for grey. Ryusei-Go 5 meanwhile is magenta with purple highlights [that's indicative of Yamagi's influence since the theming is Yamagi = water = blues, Shino = fire = redder colours] and black trim. There is probably some gold and white in there too but I haven't figured that out yet.)

I shall now proceed to vibrate in anticipation of what you're cooking up (I mean, just in general, your art is always utterly lovely!). Please pester me for whatever references you like, or about any IBO stuff in general. :)

#words in answer #gundam ibo #g tekketsu #fanfic #my fic #details #fanart #my art #reference

[cerealandchoccymilk]

Trigun Bookclub: Trigun Vol.1-2, Chapter #08

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CW: Some of my analysis in this post touches the topic of suicidal ideation (there will be a warning around that portion).

I’m doing a deep-read of the Japanese original print (reread) and Overhaul 1.0 (first read) side-by-side, and writing down everything I notice from small details, version differences, translation differences, etc.

The volume numbers will be mismatched for most of the remainder of Trigun, since the Japanese first edition is 3 volumes while all later versions are 2 volumes.

As always, here are the non-analysis panels aka just my homosexual mumbling:

And the rest is under the cut.

[link for if the images aren’t in horizontal rows]

This chapter is the beginning of the Japanese Volume 2, which is from #08 to #13 (plus the pilot as a bonus).

Starting off with the cool as balls shot of Vash being shot a billion bullets at! I did write "rule of cool" here since I thought he was just magically evading the firing squad. However, on second thought, I think Neon specifically ordered the gang to not actually shoot him, judging by how he says "not bad" immediately afterwards. It's his way to test Vash, to see if he flinches.

[cw sui] The "You ain't afraid of dyin', are ya?!" line stuck out to me a lot... Many rereaders (and I assume first-timers too, at this point in the bookclub) know that Vash is... casually suicidal? I'm not sure if that's the right way to put it, but he doesn't have much of a sense of self-preservation. He's not seeking death, of course, but he's not exactly avoiding it either.... This becomes much more apparent and relevant at the end of Trigun and in Maximum, so I'll leave it until I get to those parts. [/cw]

Dear god the crotch shot. okay (squeezing this into a row because I don't really want this guy's balls to take up the whole screen lmao)

I've always loved how Nightow draws these circles to show spinning motion in his artwork!! It's simple but it really pops... it's just so so (chef's kiss)

I wonder just what Vash's next move was going to be here? He's pretty much cornered... but I guess he can always get out of any situation, as he usually does.

Vash's expression of sheer confusion is golden. I love him lmao

Meryl!!!!!!!!! Milly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We missed you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love how immediately after he calls Meryl a little girl he gets spooked by the Big Girl instead.

This is not directly translatable, but I find Milly's line here very cute. In Japanese, she says「…私は――　ミリィ…トンプソンとゆいます　えとえとイチオー スタンガンミリィとは私のコトをゆいます」 The correct word for "I'm called [smth]" here would be 言います(iimasu), but the pronunciation ゆいます(yuimasu) is a bit childish in this context. If I recall correctly, isn't Milly the youngest of many siblings? Maybe it's a little quirk showing that youngest-sibling aspect of hers.

Meryl asking Vash to be a "responsible adult" for once.... lol

This is the first time his name has been called since his encounter with Kaito and the beginning of the BL gang' hijack. I completely forgot that Kaito has no idea who he is!! Vash didn't give him a name; he's just been calling him あんた("you") the whole time!!

Excuse the messier handwriting from here on… I was working on this during a car ride.

A detail in the Japanese version - this line was originally written「おまえが消したって話んなってるJULY(あのまち)だが…」with "JULY" having a ruby pronunciation note of あのまち("that city").

This part was initially written to be a translation suggestion but I decided to just keep it a JP phrasing note:

「あのガレキが俺の見た最初の風景だ」 "That mountain of debris was the first thing I saw."

Translation suggestion - Here, Neon says「サシの勝負だ」, where サシ means "face-to-face" or "one-on-one." I would say it's more like "This fight is between just the two of us," to show more of the respect Neon has for Vash.

More of this respect is shown in the next page, where they make a promise that Neon will step back if Vash wins the duel. Neon recognizes Vash's skill and ideology, and treats him as an equal.

And here's the action!

I found interesting that Neon's war-cry/exclamation "ha" was actually written in kanji as 派. The kanji by itself means group or faction, but considering Neon's character, maybe it's supposed to be a reference to the word 派手(hade), meaning "gaudy?"

This duel definitely isn't following regular duel rules... but no one said it was unfair or anything. Maybe this is just how they are in No Man's Land.

Neon shoots with his dynamo-gun (?) instead of his cool engraved pistol.... Anyways, his first strike is at Vash, and they all hit the rocks that are falling between them. Vash then shields himself with one of those rocks by jumping in the same direction as it.

And he's doing another frontflip!! In sync with the falling rock!! With a wound in his gut!! In midair and upside down, he precisely shoots five rounds into Neon. It hits his dynamo, but looking closely I can see that maybe he got his arm shot too.

damn....

A bit of a tangent - many of Neon's actions are reminiscent of old Japanese culture, which is very interesting. His pose during his first appearance in Chapter #05 (how did i remember that. i checked just in case and i was right), where he sort of squats and extends his open palm to the front, is a very stereotypical kabuki pose. Again, I don't know about the specifics of kabuki, but his pose on the the panel where Vash jumps also looks kabuki-esque to me. Neon's respect towards Vash as a fellow gunslinger and his beliefs on dignity reminds me of bushidō. It's not representative of all aspects, of course, but there are definitely elements incorporated in his character.

This line (including the speech bubble after it) is a bit weird when translated so it will have to be tweaked, but a direct translation would be:

「このままではブレーキングはおろか…　船体ごと爆発する可能性があります！！」 "If it continues like this, the ship itself may blow up, let alone brake!!"

I'm pretty sure "brake" (miswrote in the image, will fix later) here means that they won't be able to put on the brakes due to the boiler malfunction. But I don't know shit about machinery or how to phrase this. (shrug)

That’s it for Chapter #08! As always, the Japanese annotations are in the reblogs.

#btw take all my translation phrasings here with a grain of salt theyre all done in like 3 minutes #they're just raw drafts to get the meaning across lol #if i had more time and resources i could think more about details and making them sound natural but nah we doin this snap snap #anyways godddddd i love neon #trigunbookclub #trigun annotation #trigun #trigun manga

[secondsonaym]

Oh yeah I guess I forgor to talk about my hand bullshit since I got some sort of result on that.

So my latest test results came back negative! Which is fucking weird, all things considered.

So I talked with a friend who also has some arthritic issues, and after discussing things and comparing information, the best theory right now is that I DO have some form of arthritis (namely rheumatoid, due to my mom having it and the symmetrical development--I just don't use my left hand a lot, so it isn't as noticeable), but it is only JUST starting to develop, and we're catching it so early that there's no results on tests.

In fact, the best chance to GET results on tests would be to go in DURING a flare-up, which in itself is very finicky, so like. Man!

I also found out caffeine is a major trigger, so I've been trying to wean myself off the stuff--it was definitely worse when I had energy drinks, and just a single cup of coffee a day has been more or less alright, provided I don't overexert myself. I plan to maybe either minimize the caffeine I need in a day OR do away with it completely and just drink decaf for the hopes of a placebo effect.

There's also a mix of ergonomics, as drawing on my desktop's screen tablet with the way it's propped definitely agitates me as well, but without getting either a new desk chair or a new desk, I can't do much about that.

Drawing on my surface pro, however, with the surface on my lap, makes it so much easier to do things like lineart, though its colors are displayed VERY saturated and I have no idea how to change them to better match my desktop screen, so it's looking like I'll need to have a process of linework on my surface pro, coloring on my desktop tablet, until the color issue is fixed. I'll probably do something about that later today.

All in all, not any sort of result I was HOPING for, but also like. Not the worst thing in the world, I guess? I'll have to discuss some things with my practitioner, and I'm due back at the arthritis clinic early October, so we'll see what can be done there. I don't think any medication or anything would be recommended, and considering the last one I tried actually made things worse anyway... well!

Anyway this ramble turned out longer than I intended woops. My hands are made of crinkle paper.

So I guess tl;dr, be patient with me as I may have off days where my hand is so icky I just don't wanna do stuff, period??? Yeah.

[simp999]

Philia: Platonic Love. Dexx / Sniper

Wc: 2.5k

Cw: alcohol consumption, drunk characters. (Affectionate)

A/n: Okay so. Dexx is my Tf2 OC(@emotionally-creative-rogue), and the Sniper featured in this fanfic is meant to be @emotionally-alive-sniper - beloved friend Electro's. We chat often and thanks to his silly ideas on what Sniper would be like when tipsy; here we are.

A/n 2: I know what I usually write is x Reader stuff- and that will continue to happen! But I've been wanting to test the waters with OC stuff as well, so I'll leave a section of my masterlist to Dexx for the time being.

[kinda related drawing at the end!!]

Themes: Comfort, fluff

Taglist: @electro-omen

Masterlist

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It was a slow and quiet night at the base- well, as much as it could be. Light, muffled stomping could be heard through the walls as Scout ran around, and Soldier’s voice projected off the walls as usual. It was all white noise at this point.

Dexx had grown used to the chaos for the most part. It was calmer than usual as this was everyone’s first ceasefire day in a while- a deserved break that everyone seemed to be taking advantage of in their own ways. Dexx had gotten lots of drawing done during the day, along with some target practice. Now he wore some big, baggy pants, and his purple pajama top with moons littering it- not fully buttoned up, of course; as if he’d ever wear an outfit properly.

But now he sat in bed kicking his feet, bored, plushie in hand. They couldn’t quite place their finger on the feeling. Loneliness? No- well, he was used to being alone, and rather enjoyed it. But as out of character as it might sound, he craved interaction. No- that’s still not right. He doesn’t want to play a game of darts or poker with everyone, but he also doesn’t want to stay alone sitting in his bed. Just what is it?

He hopped out of bed, carefully placing the plushie near his main pillow and just barely covering it with his blanket, offering it a small pat. He slowly walked around his room, looking for something to cure his boredom. They didn’t really want to focus on one specific task per se- just something to occupy their mind. At a time like this, usually, something like hand puzzles or difficult riddles would be his go-to, but it wasn’t exactly a brain workout that they were looking for. Just something to occupy his body. Something mindless, even.

As he came across his desk, he saw a drawing that Pyro had come to make earlier of the two of them hugging. He absentmindedly smiled at it. Pyro sometimes swung by simply for some parallel play; it was well-known that the two artists would often hang out. It’s still odd to think how quickly they seemed to attract to each other since their first meeting. But luckily for Dexx, he managed to befriend the Pyromaniac without effort. Not to mention, it was definitely better to have them call you a friend rather than a foe. 

Pyro told them that he could keep the drawing, and he was glad to do so. That’s when he noticed that there was no date attached. So he took the nearest marker and scribbled a very small date in the corner. He then absentmindedly pocketed the marker.

Bored, so bored, but his mind was a tad too tired to want to feel occupied. He wouldn’t’ve been able to put proper effort into a drawing, puzzle, or story if he tried. He heard a constant static ringing in their ears, but that was normal. It was always there, but there were some times when it was more tuned in than others. Luckily, it wasn’t all he could hear today. 

He let out a breath as he debated facing the mercs. Not really interacting with them- just wanting to make it to the fridge, but who knew if he was gonna get stuck in a sudden conversation or ‘side quest’. He was comfortable enough lying down in his bed for the rest of the night; his lights were already off, after all.  Only a small desk lamp that often stayed on was illuminating the room in a warm glow.

He considered his options.

Eh, maybe they’ll find a bag of chips or something. Nothing sounds perfect- no texture sounds necessarily good at the moment, but just anything to keep busy. He wasn’t tired enough to sleep; it was more of a mentally, comfortably drained rather than physically. He’d just like to end the night in a calm way.

Eventually, they looked back to the plushie that was tucked in on their bed and decided to make their way into the hall, with no exact destination set. The plan was the fridge, but the night could guide him anywhere.

Thankfully, nobody forced a conversation. He received a wave from Engineer which he returned and softly smiled at, and Scout had run past him asking for help while being chased by Soldier to which he replied; “Sounds like a personal problem to me,” With a grin. 

Once he found himself a bag of chips to snack on, he once again felt somewhat lost. They surveyed the area, checking in to figure out what each of the other mercs were up to. He leaned against the wall as he grabbed a small handful of chips. Nothing interesting, everyone seemed to be up to their own devices. However, three people were missing. Medic, who was most likely hidden away in his lab, Spy, in his smoking room, and Sniper. In his van. Or maybe out for a walk? Or at one of his sniping spots? Hm. Funny how all the support classes always hide away.

Now that the thought crossed their mind, the night air did sound somewhat refreshing. He’d seen that it was a clear sky too, and he wasn’t one to miss an opportunity to admire the stars. 

With his bag of chips in hand- some stuffed in his cheeks- he chucked on a pair of boots, not bothering to properly tie them up as he was only going to walk to Sniper’s van. Presumably. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Soon, a soft, lazy knock reverberated through Sniper’s van. There appeared to be no lights on, but Dexx knew better. The moonlight was light enough that night as is, and he wasn’t one to oppose living in the dark. He understood. Hell, he rarely had their own lights on- sensitivity and all that. It was better with them off- fewer headaches and whatnot. 

It wasn’t rare for Dexx to pop up unannounced. Still, it wasn’t a nightly occurrence, but Sniper knew to not need to be too cautious anymore. Which is why Dexx silently questioned why it took a little longer for him to come to unlock the van’s door. Did he hear stumbling? Ah well, doesn’t matter.

“Hey, Roo.”

Sniper stood, leaning on the doorway.

“Hey.”

Dexx’s voice was muffled as he spoke with his mouth full. A few moments, a swallow, and he spoke up again.

“Ya gonna let me in?” 

They gestured behind Sniper with a nod of their head. Sniper seemed a bit… dazed? Didn’t seem like something to worry about, though. It wasn’t a surprise that he had a shitty sleep schedule too- so the possibility of him being sleep-deprived was there.

“Hm..? Oh! Uh, yeah. C’mon in.” 

Sniper slightly stumbled aside to let Dexx in. His speech was a little slower than usual.

Dexx raised a brow as he hopped into the camper, silently offering Sniper the bag of chips. They kicked their boots off and took the bag back before making their way over to Sniper’s couch/collapsable table. He comfortably lay back, letting his left arm drape over the back of the couch, and was tempted to kick his feet up if the couch weren’t so small. That’s when he noticed the ‘issue’.

“Ohhh, that’s what’s goin’ on.”

It took Sniper an extra few seconds to process what Dexx was talking about, before his gaze landed on the few emptied bottles of beer, one recently opened. 

Well, making the most of their day off, huh? It did no one any harm, after all. And they weren’t one to judge.

Sniper’s gaze lowered, even though he had nothing to be embarrassed about; Maybe it was Dexx’s tone that made him uneasy. But he was quickly reassured when the recently opened bottle was suddenly in Dexx’s right hand, then brought to their lips. Before taking a sip, he caught the way Sniper was looking at him and spoke;

“You don’t mind, do ya?” 

Sniper shook his head, and Dexx took a swig. It wasn’t too late in the night anyway, and Dexx wouldn’t mind the static getting blurred for a small while. He trusted Sniper, after all.

Sniper sat beside Dexx, letting himself relax into the couch. He was aware that the both of them hated small talk with a passion, so he opted to stay quiet. It was more comfortable that way. Until Dexx broke the silence.

“Ya seen the starts tonight?”

He shook his head. He hadn’t left his camper since before sundown.

“Should. Sky’s clear, and they’re pretty as always. Can see a buncha constellations.”

Sniper half nodded. He enjoyed checking out the stars as well, but he honestly felt more comfortable staying right there. Though, he could have probably been sitting more comfortably. As he was considering moving, Dexx gently threw his legs over Sniper’s lap. The pressure was surprisingly nice, and it allowed Sniper to lean back more comfortably. He copied the way Dexx rested their arm over the back of the couch. 

A radio played quiet music in the background, the current song being ‘Cooler than me’. Slowly, the static tuned out. Dexx closed his eyes and lay his head back to appreciate the quietness of his mind. Though he could never hope to imagine it’d be silent, comforting white noise was the best he could get. He could hear the warm buzz of the fridge, the crickets outside, the radio that sometimes cut for a moment. They got to relax and enjoy it. 

Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad.

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“Yer handsome. An’ a lil’ blurry. But real handsome.” 

Dexx opened an eye to focus on Sniper. Did he really just say that? It wasn’t exactly a big deal but… what could have spurred this on?

“Hm?” 

Was all that they could manage. Primarily, he was confused. Unused to such random compliments. But he was also glad. Reassured. In some odd way, at least this meant that Sniper was comfortable enough with their presence.

“Jus’- don’ have the guts ta say it. Usually.”

Oh, that’s right. Forgot about that.

Dexx let out a light chuckle at the realization. Sniper’s just a little less reserved, and a little more relaxed right now. 

“‘Preciate it. You’re not too bad yourself.”

Dexx took another swing.

“...I don’t think you get it. You’re..”

He struggled to find the words that were already meshed together.

“I admire the way you… present yourself. Without a care in the world of what others think. You don’t care about your image.”

Sniper spoke slowly and slurred, it still wasn’t the exact phrasing he had hoped for, but he couldn’t muster any better at the moment. Dexx closed his eyes and thought for a second. With a low hum, he spoke;

“Can I let you in on a secret?”Sniper nodded, even though he wasn’t exactly expecting an answer. He was content without one. Dexx twirled the liquid around in the bottle and focused on it.

“I do care. As much as I like to say fuck what others think, I value the opinions of people I care about.”

Another drink, and he set the empty glass down.

“But- usually, the people I end up caring about seem to like me too for some odd reason, so it works out.”

Sniper tilted his head to the side and burrowed a brow, trying to put the words together.

“Don’t take shit from the people that wouldn’t offer you good.” 

A few minutes of comfortable silence pass. Dexx gently moves the small curtain of the window aside to gaze at the stars while Sniper’s still hooked on Dexx’s words,

Has he ever offered Dexx any good, though? Now that he thinks of it, he hasn’t done all that much, right?

“...Does my opinion matter to you?”It doesn’t take any time for Dexx to come up with an answer. 

“‘Course, Dee. I don’t think y'know how much you’ve actually helped me. I’ve learned to trust a lot more reliably now more than ever thanks to you.”

The confusion on his face only showed more. They didn’t give any examples; it just didn’t make sense. Dexx quickly caught onto his expression.

“Do you not remember the times you managed to help me escape the crowd? Don’t think I miss the way you’ve saved my ass with a few lucky shots, too,-”

“-But I think my favorite part is when I get to just… be with you. Hang out in the same room. Doesn’t matter if we talk- or even interact at all. It brings a great deal of comfort to me." He takes a small breath in.

"You make me comfortable.” 

Dexx took a moment to plan out his next sentence; it was beginning to get a little fuzzy, now.

“You just… being there improves my mood.”

Dexx closes the little curtain and allows his newly blurred gaze to focus on Sniper.

“So… thanks. For being around.” 

Sniper couldn’t help the way his gaze softened. 

Maybe professionals don’t have to have standards- just for a night.

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Dexx wiggled around a bit, noticing how sore their back was getting. They sat up, stretching out their legs a bit as well as their back before trying a new position. But that still wasn’t comfortable enough. So they tried a new one. One more try, and he gave up. He stood up, wobbled a few feet, and then plopped down on Sniper’s bed. Sniper let out a quiet chuckle at the sound of the bedsheets being disrupted.

“Ya gettin’ tired, Stardust?” 

Dexx replied with a muffled voice, but raised his head to repeat himself.

“C’mere.”

Once Sniper stood up and stumbled over, Dexx properly sat up and laid his back against a pile of pillows that he had adjusted. Which left no pillows left to lie down on,

“N’ where m’ I s’pose ta lie down?”

Dexx opened his arms to Sniper.

“Said c’mere.” 

Dexx didn’t wanna force Sniper into any physical contact if he didn’t want it, which is why he wasn’t initiating it outright. Sniper followed through though, and sat beside Dexx, taking a moment before properly laying his head on their chest. Dexx could now rest his head atop Sniper’s, and Sniper could hear their heartbeat. They sat like this, enjoying the not-so-silent silence together. This also allowed Dexx to easily clasp his hands together as a light hug.

“‘Preciate you, Dee. So much.”

Dexx mumbled against his hair, struggling more and more to find sincere words, but he did his best. Dexx broke his hold on his own hand, opting to gently cradle Sniper’s instead.

They were both in desperate need of someone to simply be there for the longest time. And here they were, finally finding each other. There was no pressure. Neither of them cared for any stupid romantic relationships, but they both just needed attention. 

Was that so difficult to understand? 

A friend to cuddle and stargaze with? 

Someone to trust? 

That’s all. 

The next lines were hushed, but still comprehensible;

“Luv ya, Stardust.”

“Love you too, Dee.” 

Is platonic love so hard to understand?

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Oct.2,23

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[i-m-j-a-d-e]

What I'm Doing On My Blog

I'm planning on doing a couple of things with my blog.

Language Journals

Dance Progress

Life Notes

Info Dumps

Cooking Knowledge

Language Journals

I am currently learning Korean and Chinese. I am also re-learning Japanese, Tok Pisin, and Spanish after not using them for a while. On here I'm going to be writing journal entries in each language, posting my vocabulary and grammar notes, and anything else related to my language learning. If you speak any of these languages please interact and correct me if I use something wrong or if there's a better way to say something. I'm open to feedback and would love to have a conversation and make new language friends :).

Dance Progress

My goal for the rest of the year is to learn at least the chorus of a song per day. I have a list of songs I want to learn. I have numbered them and will be using a random number generator to choose which dance to learn that day. I will be posting the list and an entry about each dance I learn (possibly with a video of me doing the dance ;))

Life Notes

This is where I will be posting bullet journal style entries, lessons I've learnt, and photos from my day. Basically like a digital bullet journal. Maybe with drawings.

Info Dumps

Anything I've hyperfocused on I've decided to put my research on here instead of google drive. This can be anything from random topics I research, to whatever series of things I've rabbit holed to draw, to things I've crocheted or designed. Just a digital diary of my hobbies and hyperfixations.

Cooking Knowledge

Cooking is a big thing in my family. My dad has read tons of recipes and cooking books and has committed the information to memory, now he doesn't really uses recipes (only uses them as a base idea of flavours and ingredients if he's unfamiliar) and measures with the spirit of the ancestors. This is the way I've been taught to cook since I was little. Now that I'm an adult and am cooking a lot more I am testing out my skills and figuring things out for myself and creating my own brain cooking book. To help me keep track of everything I'm going to be writing down my recipes, my notes on different dishes and ingredients. My mum can't eat too much garlic and onion, I can't eat shellfish, tomato, and eggplant so I also have to figure out how to make things to suit that. I'll also be writing any techniques I've learnt.

That's my plan for this blog. Obviously there will be some random stuff but I'll try to fit it into one of these categories. Thank You for reading. I love messages and suggestions about new things to try so feel free to message me :)

Have a great day! <33333

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[riwooga]

Hi!! Sorry for disappearing on everyone

I really appreciate all the people who've stayed interactive and also the people who've sent me asks and messages to check upon me!! That was seriously so unexpected thank you 🥺

But I figured making a quick general post was probably a good idea to clear stuff up

So long story short... I am not dead, I am okay, and no I haven't abandoned DOL as an interest nor decided to never draw it again! I promise! I'll try to return eventually just some health issues!

And under the cut I'll go further into details about my health, so if you don't wanna hear about that, that's totally fair! <333

Be rest assured I’m okay! 💕

But.. For the ones who are curious.

I have in general been on sick-leave with stress for 2 years, mostly dealing with mental health struggles, and mild physical symptoms.

However, my physical symptoms in particular worsened slowly due to a lot of stuff that's just too complicated to get into lol,,,, but it basically all culminated here in February where my physical symptoms have stayed bad™ since, and kinda just… keep getting worse because of my own stubbornness.

Much to my own dismay, I ended up having to actually go to the doctor, which I've put off for a long time,,,, I've already been there numerous times and am also waiting on being sent to 4 different special-clinics that can hopefully also help figure it out, on top of waiting to get into therapy again

But yeah uh there's been a lot of testing, with little results.. For now we're looking at it being most likely that I'm some sort of chronically ill. Right now the suspected ones are POTS and ME/CFS.. Maybe fibromyalgia but I don't personally see the connection on that one-- but we don't know yet. (And it'll likely take a good while to figure out sadly)

My symptoms have, as I said, stayed pretty bad, and in turn my energy is hard to put onto drawing as a priority, when even just as much as standing up takes energy.

But I do still really wanna draw and I do intend to come back to it once I hopefully get a bit more stable again!

So I just wanna say please don't worry about me, it's definitely far from deadly, it's just,,, a major inconvenience and it's been a lot of strain on my mental health in turn. While I am still desperately hoping for a cure or a fix... My doctor said quite firmly not to expect either-- but that there's small chances of eventually lessening the symptoms. So that's what we're hoping! 🥲

Once again thank you to the people who’ve been checking up on me, I really do appreciate that so much 🤧💕💕💕💕

#But yes sorry again!! #I also intend to reply to people's asks eventually there's a few piled up #So just know I'm not ignoring them just need to have a bit more energy! #Personal stuff #But yeah at least I have a neat cane now to help me stay more stable when I walk #Gotta look at the plus sides! #But no I actually have like at least 3 DOL drawings that are just stuck at being WIPS lmao #I’m slowly working on them #but it is certainly slow going! #anyway just wanted to do a quick update! #I'm gonna keep this out of tags mostly due to the fact it is just a personal update!

[ruki--mukami]

So, dress up game made into an official tag?

BTW, are you planning the open interaction for August of will you continue one from July?

🧩 Yep, the dress up game is seen as an "event" of sorts to me, so I decided to give it its own tag much like the other memes, special occasions, and holidays seen on this blog. It's also an attempt at me organizing my blog since a lot of my posts are all over the place given how there's over 4.4K of them now.

Also, I planned on being a lot more active with the July open interaction, but as you can see I got distracted by other things going on the blog. Sorry to those I haven't replied to yet, but I'm hoping to extend it to August since that's still summer time for me anyways and it lines up, ahahaha. So, I've decided to keep that open for two months as opposed to the usual one, since it was the open interaction with the most participants thus far. ^^ The first one (grocery shopping) had 12 different threads, the bite one had 7, and then the beach one totally blew those two out of the park with a whopping 16. I also don't want to punish those who haven't participated by neglecting their threads (unrelated to any event) either, but I've been slacking on those too honestly. Basically what I'm trying to say is — I hope to reply to everyone soon, no matter which thread it is.

For the August open interaction, I originally planned on doing a summer festival setting but now that I think about it, the Japanese festivals are usually to honor some kind of god or the changing of seasons from what I read. It's ironic for a Vampire to want to attend that, lmao. Though I suppose it doesn't have to be a religious thing, and on the plus side, Ruki gave a ton of kimonos out recently so it kind of fits HAHAHA. Definitely let me know what you think about the idea for those who are (or aren't) interested in a summer festival open interaction for August. I intended on alternating between open interactions in terms of cruel vs soft (grocery store - soft, random bite - cruel, beach - soft) which would mean the August one would have to be a bit dark to maintain that balance.

And since I've honestly got so many open interaction ideas, I'll probably spoil them under the cut for those who want to "prepare" in any sort of way. 🧩

So, I already mentioned that for August I had a summer festival idea planned, but I'll at least reveal what I anticipated for the remainder of the year.

September — I was going to do a Vandead Carnival type of thing, but honestly, that might be too similar to the festival activities, haha. I don't like to make things repetitive. However, I might make it a school open interaction instead after finding out more OCs attend the academy than I expected. Though I'm not sure what exactly they're going to do at school just yet (maybe partners for an assignment, maybe a library encounter, I'm still vacillating between options).

October — Now, here's where things get a little crazy. My friend suggested that Ruki should hold a Halloween event where he judges everyone's costumes for the fun of it (there is no "ranking" system or "winner" or anything like that — he just wants to see people dress up, and I'm still working on the reasoning for that as well, haha). Of course, I will dress him up as well and perhaps even draw something over his sprite to align with the Halloween spirit. Really tempted to do a Vampire dressed up as a traditional Vampire for the laughs again.

November — I think an open interaction where you cook with Ruki might be cute. Hoping to make him invite the person he's interacting with to the Mukami manor to help him test a recipe of his choosing.

December — Of course, I'll be damned if I miss out the opportunity for a Christmas date. Yes, it's weird for Vampires to celebrate Christmas, but there is actually a Mukami Christmas special in Vandead Carnival so I'd like to create a similar atmosphere as that. I already did one like that last year where they went shopping together but we don't talk about my 2021 writing. So, instead of Christmas shopping, I'd like to plan something more romantic. By then, I'm hoping his current relationships will be more fleshed out, and for any newcomers, it could be a ploy for Ruki to bite them later most likely.

I got more ideas cooking in my head but I don't want to reveal too much.

#the admin speaks

[palialaina]

Jel said I'd look good in yellows, so I thought I'd try it out. Uncle B promptly called me a sundrop. Not Sure If Like.

Tish has the most gorgeous bed every now and again and Man. I want that. I don't have room for it yet, but I want it.

Also, I am so tired. Everything I did involved arms and back, and climbing and gliding, and I just want a hot soak. Zeki's prices on those 'flow' bathtubs are ridiculous though. Maybe Tish has an idea on something I can use, or Auntie Del.

If nothing else, while losing a fight to a fish (stupid marlin) I did apparently impress Einar enough that he told me how to make a new rod. Naturally, onceI had it, there was no sign of the marlin. Coward fish! I'll catch that butthead yet!

I did, however, finally find the dang stripeshell snail! Lucky accident while I was beachcombing but I caught it, and now it's in that thing in the temple so now that's two for all of em!

I was talking to Dad earlier too. He's really good to talk with, about all kinds of stuff. Somehow, we got on the topic of art... I think I was talking about how Jel is a master with his needle and thread, even if he doesn't believe it, and Dad asked what sort of art I liked to make.

It stumped more for a bit because since I've been here, I haven't really had the time to do that. I have vague memories of liking to draw, but what I really like is music. I haven't told Unble B yet that sometimes I sneak over and listen to him playing his lute in the barn...

So I said music, and Dad said we should look into finding me a musical instrument! Man, I would love that, I think. Or even just some sheet music, something to sing... I mean, I make up silly songs all the time while working in the garden. I think the plants like it!

Oh, I fished up a bottle earlier, that had a recipe in it. I kinda wish I'd thrown it at Reth though, because ugh, fish stew? I am not a fish person. I made grilled fish like.. once, and it was instant regret. I think I threw it at Zeki, with my blessing... Even the beachcombing stuff, the oysters, I basically chuck all the meat into the oyster farm so I don't have to deal with it.

Jina and Tish both asked me in different ways if I'd been feeling a bit down lately, and I can't pretend I don't. I'm getting better at talking to a lot of the villagers, but I still feel really awkward, and there's still a lot of things I feel like I can't do either with or for them. I mean, I passed all of Eshe's tests and stuff, but all that does is let her see that I can abide by the village laws and stuff. It doesn't really help me make friends or anything.

Mneh. I'm probably overthinking it. Tish is right, Jina and I are a lot alike...

The good points for today were the fishing pole, I also got the iron pickaxe recipe from Hodari, sort of resolved a fight between him and Najuma (I get his point, she's young, but all he's gonna do is make her more determined), talked with Tamala a few times, uh... oh, I chased down a teleporting Sernuk (Are those proudhorns? I can't tell...) all by myself! That was a lot of arrows! I guess it impressed Hassian a bit, cause next thing I know, there's chappa fur in my mailbox from him.

Sure, his note was brusque, but that's just Hassian...

Oh, and Uncle B taught me how to make a preserves jar! I don't have any fruit yet, but I can pickle things like carrots and potatoes now! If that ups the price, I might have to make a few more!

#palia #palia online #singularity 6 #berry plays palia #Palia MMO #Palia game #Palia journaling

[zombeebunnie]

Hi guys, it's been a while. :]

Game development Trembling Essence update:

I've been a bit radio silent and that's mainly because the demo recently got a really huge update! I've been hard at work learning new things to add to the game along with other things I mentioned in previous posts. I'm still working on re-doing some of the backgrounds so I put a slight pause on fixing the music/sfx.

I think I have maybe 3 more backgrounds to finish along with adjust a bit of the dialog here and there but here is a sneak peek of the ones that I really liked. I also would like to mention, I added a few new areas for the player to explore, which includes one of the pictures above. This is just for the player (Y/N) to get a better idea of what's to come in the future, I can't wait for you guys to see them! :]

I also updated a good portion of the interface to fit the scenery/game-style which is shown above in the choices as an example, it took a few adjustments before I stuck with what I felt looked the best for the atmosphere of the game. I have a few more I need to do/test out before I'm done with it.

I got inspired by something I played recently and decided to add even more with Noah when he's with the player(Y/N) which I won't show here to avoid spoilers but I'm really happy with how it all went about, I had a lot of fun. Since this is just a demo I felt maybbeee it wouldn't hurt to at least give him a bit more life if that makes sense, it's all still at subject to change but with how it feels so far after playing it over a few times, I think it's pretty neat. :]

I think that might be all I have as far as updates goes but I'll take a little break to draw Noah again, I have a few abandoned sketches of him I'd like to complete. :]

#TE updates #dating sim #horror game #game development #itch.io #digital art #video games #visual novel #male yandere #yandere #illustration #horror #artwork #romance #renpy #renpy game

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

For Fanfic for the New Year! Feel free to answer either as an artist or writer or both!

Very curious about #8 and #23.

Hiya, Romaine! Oh, yes! I think it'll be fun to mix up for fic and art, so I'll run with that. 8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it? I've answered this for one fic idea here, but I am more than happy to go into another idea from my filing cabinet of chaos. So...I think about a decade ago, I used to run a multi-media community for a Drarry series (inspired by the Shoebox project, WTF Drarry, etc.). Back in the LJ days, I had about 200+ followers who tuned in for 8th year shenanigans, and lord how many letters and fics I even wrote for that. There were lots of letters between a lot of people, and the ficlets together made up about 12k. Obviously, RL gets busy, I had to put it on indefinite hiatus and yeah. It’s still up for archival reasons. The writing does make me cringe now, but the concept is still intriguing and a fun one. I’d love to doing something more on a smaller scale for that. Maybe for a bunch of different HP characters so they each have a short story. I do have an outline already to see if I can work this out for Perciver. I haven’t gotten too far into this yet, but there’s sooo much potential. Since my writing style has changed, I think it’s doable but it’s more on the how. And making sure I can reign it in before it gets big (writer problems, of course). Multi-media is definitely a huge commitment though, especially when it comes to letters, now that we have screen readers. So there would definitely need to be some alt text or AO3 skins/coding needed for this. Since I’m already writing a Teen Wolf fic that uses the latter, that’s going to be my test run to see how multi-media goes for me! If we’re talking about art stuff...goshhhh, if I had time to make more comics I would. For any ship. Comics are soooo hard though and since my style has matured, it definitely takes more time to complete. Besides last year’s Career Fair Drarry piece, my last comic was a spicy Perciver one for Kinkfest in 2020 (I did this while sick and buying a house at the same time lol, insane, yes). So yeah, when an idea and the timing lines up, maybe that’s when I’ll poke at making more comics again. The key is being invested and having enough uninterrupted time to draw up all the panels! Easier said than done, I know. 23. Would you like to go on a writing retreat? HELL YES. 100000%. Meeting folks and talking with them about fic and writing in the past has been so cool. I’d love to see more of this workshoppy/discussion vibe and learn how others write and apply some of that to my own writing, for sure. Even sprinting together or whatnot could be really fun. I’ve talked about this option with a few friends, and maybeeee for 2023, that could be a thing. Even if it’s a small get-together where we just work on writing stuff. Though, I might have to longhand it since there’s no way I can bring my big ass desktop PC with me, and I kind of hate writing on tablets. Thanks for the ask! ___ Previously asked: 8, 11, and 12 Have a question? Send a q for fanfic asks for the new year!

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[hospitalterrorizer]

diary171

3/3-4/2024

sunday - monday

a nice day off i guess.

back 2 feeling bad tomorrow though. not that bad though. the next 2 days are just 3 hour shifts, but after that,,,, 2 more days off, and then 2 more 7.5 hour shifts. isn't that sooo cooooool.

i know people live like that normally but really they should not i think. it is not good for people.

anyway, today i've mostly been mixing this one song, since i'm not going in early tomorrow, i'm gonna be able to record vocals probably tomorrow, so i'm thinking i'm gonna do that for this song, replacement vocals for parts/because i disliked some lyrics. and then maybe some more stuff re: vocals on other songs. whatever i need to do to get things done, and if it's stuff that's like, simple, as in, going in and re-recording, that'll be good.

i should get a list of songs i need to re-record together, for vocals, and songs that need new lyrics. huhmmmmmmmm. i don't want to make it tedious though. but i guess it just might end up that way... frustrating and sad and a whole lot of other things. idk. it's just hard to get practiced rn. my gf and i are like home at the same times mostly. i just need time to myself to like, practice i feel like. but i don't really want her to go when i'm off work or whatever.

testing some stuff out to get these vocals to sound right, the parts/bones i do like/ need to help guide me, i think.

one idea was less distortion, i always do a bit too much, and then another was i forgot on the master fx, the weird high pass filters on psp infinistrip's compressors. i know what they do now, better, they just make the songs i'm making sound better when i push them up higher, i think. so i'm doing that.

i did take a long break at around 11 pm where i played elden ring some, i fought some random bosses, stuff like that, i found a cute chest piece to wear. that is one criticism i have of the game, not enough pretty/cute armor, dark souls had so much, demon's souls was very cool looking imo, ds3 was also good, ds2 was weird but good ultimately. elden ring lacks in that department, i think. very strange.

i also just need to buy a new mouse soon, this one is double clicking by accident/malfunction, super annoying.

another thing, i want to do some stuff to that horse thing i did yesterday, i had an idea for things to draw over top of it/modify it with gut-y things. it could be good, for something, idk what though.

since i am sleepy, i'll cut this one short i guess, a final bit of thinking though, re: today

i was thinking about like, why i like music w/ screaming in it, in the shower today, and about how it reminds me of this noise in my head sometimes, it's not like, coming from anger, it's like a violent and incoherent thought, not violent outwardly, but its happening, it is an eruption of some sort, it is a straight line, or like, an epiphany, a gust of wind from where but leading me elsewhere, it is gravity, it gives me something but its utterances can't really be expressed. this is all to say, it's inarticulate to the point of articulating something, it used to appear a lot more, when i was a lot more unwell i guess, it was like screaming and also the scraping of a machine, it didn't crowd out the ability to think though, it was concurrent with my internal voice, it was a phenomenon, i lived beside it, or it lived through me, idk. i hope it doesn't sound deluded to say it articulated something in its incoherence, because i don't think it articulated anything meaningful on the level of like, what i am, you know. it gave me very little except a feeling, it revealed itself as a feeling speaking totally, its own voice, i guess, cleaved from the semantic structures i live by typically, another voice speaking wrong, i guess the gnashing of the teeth, an abjection appearing inside me, or maybe the waste produced in thought reached out and shook me. that is what it seems like now. it is a theoretical thing, almost, spurred on by difficult circumstance in my life. music like orchid or powerviolence or anything else really excessive along similar lines speaks that same sort of position i think, or it at least seems to emerge from there. not necessarily rage or whatever, it doesn't have to be angry, it is just brittle and coming apart. i was thinking of this beside why my girlfriend doesn't seem to always like that stuff, and i think it's more that to her, it recalls being screamed at, rather than a wall of noise that can be pointed outward (recalling cybernetic hypothesis' idea of a zone of offensive haze now), or used to shroud oneself. this is a difference of experience but not desire, since we want that same thing, but we imagine it differently.

this is what makes us a good couple, i think.

currently waiting for this final export now. i am so actually almost painfully tired i feel like.

okay... that was not the final one, but maybe this will be.. ihope.

i think i will just have to figure this one out tomorrow, but it's getting there, i think the instrumental is sitting at the right volume but idk what's up with the vocal mix. maybe too many scooped mids? idk. a weird sound overall. maybe it has to do w/ the not distorted low end? i can try fooling w/ that tomorrow as well.

anyway, i need to sleep now so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cyanidefilledcandy]

Soooo....I've decided to repick up a project I started a couple years ago...or at the very least I have the desire to.

It's a parody comic and my goal is to have the first chapter done by October 31, which I doubt will happen since it's just over a month away, and as I mentioned, I haven't touched it in just about two years (or hell....may be over two years now...)

But I will admit, I have been procrastinating all afternoon in even starting to work on it because frankly, I am absolutely terrified to...

This isn't anything new because I always get terrified to draw anything unless it's digital and that's only because I know if I make a mistake, it can be permanently removed whereas with traditional drawing, my mistakes can be seen clearly, even if I try to erase them.

Another thing is that when I decided I might try a crack at it again a few months ago, I opened my sketchbook to find the pages completely ruined... Part of it is my fault because I stupidly chose to do the pages front and back in an effort to be cost effective and I work with graphite....

So needless to say, a lot of the pages got smeared. But the real issue is that some weird stains got on the pages which I truly don't understand as it's been in storage in a bag for basically a year and a half...

I found a hack for redrawing art, but it won't work because of my idiot decision to make them front and back... And also the idea of trying to redraw them TRULY terrifies me because I've never been able to redraw any of my drawings properly....even if I'd just did them, even back when I was drawing regularly. I can't imagine how bad it will be now that I haven't drawn in over a year and a half and my skill has been steadily getting worse over the years regardless. :/ (I once read someone here on Tumblr that said if you think your art is suddenly getting worse, it's not. It's just that you've tuned your eye and are just now noticing flaws that you didn't realize before because you've learned more. I thought that might've been the case, but no....my drawing has just gotten worse...)

It really pisses me off, though. I hate my fear and perfectionism because it holds me back from doing so much I want to do... Like even in school, I'd rather not take a test and receive a flat 0 than to try and fail...

And yes, I know that realistically, I can't get better if I don't try, if I don't use it, I'll lose it, and perfection doesn't exist....especially in art. (In fact, I LOVE that fact about art. I know a lot of artists I follow say they prefer digital because they can make the work look cleaner....and frankly, I love a messy, sketchy piece of art.)

But, it's so unbelievably hard to break this mindset. I can tell myself until my mind is blue in the face that it doesn't matter if it's not perfect and to just try and practice to get better. But, I can't get over that mental block of trying and failing. Of not being able to get what I see in my head on the page...

And it's even more frustrating because looking back...I am actually shocked and impressed with what I have...

I have seven pages drafted...Messy, and not nearly done, but still, SEVEN pages! And they don't look half bad. And I know I can refine them make them at least passable...

But it's just the idea of completely starting from scratch...when I'm so out of practice...

I have nothing really to say with this post. Just venting my frustrations with myself to myself. (And whoever chooses to read this...)

IDK...

I'm thinking of getting a new drawing pad and maybe some tracing paper to trace the pages and restart them that way.... But we'll see. (I'm getting a new book regardless. I had completely forgot the pages were kerfuckled until just now...)

#cyanidefilleddiary #random things no one cares about #yes....I know I need to get over myself... :/ #art woes #perfectionism

[eryiss]

Ship: Freed x Laxus

Rating: Teen

Prompt: Two Bros Chilling in A Hot Tub/Lightning Struck

Summary: Freed knew he had a lot to learn about being a professional wizard, and when he was paired up with Laxus for a mission he expected to learn a lot. He didn't expect to spend a day with him in a hot tub, and he certainly didn't expect to get an entirely unrelated education about life and about love.

Notes: Hello everyone, happy Fraxus Week. For the two bonus days, I've murged the prmopts together to make a two-shot. The second chapter will be uploaded on July the 22nd. I hope you all enjoy it, and head over to @fuckyeahfraxus to see all the other content for the event.

Links: Chapter Two ||| Event Masterlist ||| Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction

Chapter One

Year: X782

Location: Magnolia, Fiore

Professional Wizardry was still new to Freed. He hadn't wandered into the profession without the expectation that he'd be forced to do things that previously would have been unthinkable, or that his life wouldn't change entirely the moment he had joined a guild, but he felt like he was learning a new aspect to his profession every day. His expectations of the job and the reality of the job was almost entirely different, and Freed found himself enjoying the challenge.

He'd thought he'd be on missions near constantly. He'd go to some place in Fiore, use his magic to fight off a monster or dark wizard, and get paid for it. He hadn't expected there to be a community attached to it, that they'd be such a rigid tier system of missions, and how missions could be anything from finding a lost item, to being on a team attempting to disband a cult. There was so much more, and it was all fascinating.

After his eighteenth birthday three months prior, the jobs that he was allowed to accept had greatly opened up. They were more difficult, presented him with a greater threat to his life, and he was relishing the challenge. He could have gone on those missions earlier, but he much preferred working alone. While he was accepting that being in Fairy Tail meant there was a certain level of comradery with fellow guildmates, and that with that comradery there also came obligations, he didn't see the point in splitting his finances with others while he was powerful enough to perform these missions on his own and take home all the money himself.

The exception to this was Laxus Dreyar.

Master Makarov had approached Freed on his birthday with a proposition. He was worried for his grandson, wanted someone to look after him, and wondered if Freed would mind occasionally attending missions with him. He claimed that, while officially the money would be split between them, Makarov himself would make up the difference for Freed so that he would be paid in full. Freed had agreed, and that had been that.

Up until that afternoon, Freed had not gone on any missions with Laxus. They'd hardly spoken, even with Makarov's assurances that they'd get along. Freed would only be on certain missions and that afternoon's mission was apparently one of them. Makarov told Laxus Freed needed training in more advanced missions, and that he should be the one to do it. Laxus hadn't argued.

Somehow, while attending to a supposedly A-Class mission, they found themselves in Magnolia's hot spring and spa resort.

It was surveillance, so the mission stated. The Rune Army themselves had place the job, stating that they believed that members of a potential dark guild were using the site to host meetings and plan attacks. The resort had been trying to get rid of the suspects but couldn't do so without putting their staff in danger, and having an army presence suddenly appearing would tip the dark guild off and give them time to hide all evidence. The Rune Army wanted mages from Magnolia who could plausibly be in the spa for leisure time, but could also defend themselves from attack, to watch them for suspicious activity. Freed had a feeling that Laxus had taken the job to have a day relaxing in a spa, rather than because he felt the Rune Army needed the help.

None of this would have been a problem for Freed – he'd long since accepted that what constituted a job was a wide array of things – if it weren't for the elephant in the room. Or to be more precise, the Adonis wearing nothing but swimming trunks in the room.

Freed was a professional, but he was also eighteen years old and in the presence of an undeniably handsome man. Nobody, no matter their opinions on Laxus, would state that he was anything but sexy. Tall, blonde, square jawed, barrel chested with a scar over his eye and a tattoo over his pecs. His abs looked to be cut from steel and his legs comparable to tree trunks and, well, Freed was only human. Laxus was distracting.

"So," Laxus suddenly spoke as he slung a towel over his shoulder. "I don't exactly know what Gramps wants you to learn from this, but I'll try and teach ya some shit. Surveillance rule number one: fit in with yer surroundings. You seem pretty good at that."

It was only a moment, but Laxus' assessing gaze over Freed's body was exhilarating. But unprofessional.

Laxus didn't seem to notice, and instead started to walk out of the locker room they'd both changed in, and towards the area where they were meant to be watching. Freed followed, making sure to look straight ahead, rather than give into temptation to check out the man's back and his ass, and it wasn't a difficult task. While Freed had no qualms admitting his attraction to the blonde, he knew where his focus needed to be put. The mission was important, not his hormonal desire for his guildmate.

"That's the door we need to watch," Laxus said as he tilted his head to the door. Freed knew that of course, but Laxus was speaking again before he could say anything. "Pretty open room, lots of vantage points. Where should we go?"

Ah, it was a test then. Good, a worthy distraction and hopefully it would nip any ideas that Freed was in some way Laxus' inferior in the bud. Freed looked around the room quickly, glanced towards the door that they needed to keep in their sights, and quickly made a plan of how the rest of the day would go. Strategy was his strong suit.

"The hot tub," He said firmly. "At least for now."

"Why only for now?" Laxus asked. There was no condensation in his tone, he was simply asking for Freed's reasoning.

"Staying in the same place throughout the afternoon would be suspicious. We know who the suspects are, but that doesn't mean they're the only people involved, so we need to look like regular customers constantly," Freed explained, speaking quietly as they walked further into the room. "As we've only just got here, it makes sense for us to use a facility instantly. Going to sit by the pool or at the juice bar would be odd, at least for now. The massage tables and spa treatments are too distracting, but the hot tub allows us to sit and watch without anyone questioning it. It'll give us the lay of the land without drawing any attention on us."

"And we both have to do it?" Laxus probed. "Wouldn't it make more sense to split up and cover more ground.

"Later," Freed dismissed. "We came in together; we'll need to do things at the same time at least once in a while. As I said, the treatments are distracting and as such we should do them one at a time rather than simultaneously. If we spend the whole day apart after we've arrived together, it'll raise suspicion. The hot tub is a good vantage point, and so a good way to be seen together while not losing an advantage."

Laxus thought for a moment, before nodding, clasping Freed on the bare shoulder, and giving him the smallest of grins. "Yer good at this."

"Of course I am," Freed retorted, and that seemed to make Laxus grin wider.

They walked towards the hot tub, which was at the back wall, attached to the main pool. As it was a Tuesday afternoon, only a few people were loitering around the resort and the hot tub was empty. Freed placed his towel on the handle provided and walked into the hot tub, soaking his entire body sans his head in the hot, bubbling water. His muscles relaxed instantly, and he felt himself slinking down ever so slightly.

"You ain't here to relax," Laxus said in a voice almost teasing as he climbed the stairs into the tub. "Eyes on the mission, remember."

Freed went to point out that, given Laxus was looking at him rather than at the door, he was just as distracted. But Laxus chose that moment to sit down, submerging his chest in water and spreading his arms wide. His left hand was close to Freed's shoulder, and Freed felt that it was an act of great resilience that he didn't give into base urges and watch Laxus as he adjusted to his relaxed, wet – very very wet – state.

"I will if you will," Freed eventually said back, looking towards the door. He missed how Laxus' gaze lingered on his body just a little too long.

They fell into silence, and Freed made a genuine effort to keep his gaze away from the man who shared the hot tub with him. He truly hadn't thought this through. He hadn't realised that, as good as Laxus looked from afar, he looked better up-close. Maybe he should have denied the request to join the mission. And maybe he should have worn a looser swimsuit…

"So," Laxus said after a while, looking up at the ceiling for a moment to crack his neck. "How much is the old man paying you to spy on me?"

Freed halted, and removed his eyes from the door and looked towards Laxus. His face only, of course. "Excuse me."

"Rule two, you gotta trust the guys you're working with. So don't bullshit yer team members," Laxus said with a little grin. "Answer the question."

"For every mission that I do with you, he'll cover all the money you take from it, so I'm fully paid," Freed explained. He saw no point in lying.

"Guess we're gonna be doing some well-paying missions together then, if we wanna bleed the old bastard dry," Laxus smirked, and it was an oddly alluring look on the man. Freed looked away from it, and towards the door again. "You gonna tell him that I'm onto him?"

"I'd rather keep the deal up, I can get good money doing this," Freed shrugged, and he saw Laxus grinning a little from the corner of his eye. He tried not to pay attention to the expression, and instead focused on a man who could fit the description of a suspect. The man walked past the door, but that didn't mean he wasn't who they were looking for. "Why did you agree to this if you knew your grandfather wants reports on you?"

"Because it's gonna happen anyway, might as well accept it," Laxus shrugged. "I knew he was gonna get someone to do it, kinda glad that it's you."

"Why?"

"Because yer interesting," Laxus said, looking up at the ceiling again and closing his eyes as he lowered himself deeper into the water. Freed's gaze flickered low on the man's abs for a moment before looking to the door again. "We get a hell of a lot of mages joining Fairy Tail. Lots of people who think they're tough shit and wanna become the next powerhouse. Yer the only person I think whose got a chance of actually doing it."

The compliment was flattering. Laxus had something of a reputation for being generally rude and selfish, and either they were exaggerated or Laxus was making an exception. Freed felt it was a combination of both, but he accepted the compliment without complaint.

"You know my magic?" He asked.

"I've been keeping tabs on you since you came here, yer interesting," Laxus nodded, wading a hand through the water absently and sending ripples through the bubbles. "People give the darker magics a lot of shit. They're idiots. You can kick ass, and you're not bad to be around. Pretty much the opposite of a Fairy Tail mage right now."

"Does that opinion extend to you?"

"What d'you think?" Laxus asked with a cocky expression that Freed found himself enjoying.

"I wouldn't be here if I thought you weak."

"Good."

They fell into a silence, with the bubbling water warming Freed and making his muscles loose and relaxed. He kept a steady gaze on the door, making sure to avert his eyes when someone walked into the room, so his staring wasn't too obvious. It was a worthy distraction, and one well needed now that Laxus had apparently been watching him for all of eight months. That, combined with the fact that Laxus was wearing swimming trunks and was less than five feet away, could all become rather an issue if Freed didn't focus on anything else.

"Okay, your turn to relax now," Laxus said, cutting through Freed's thoughts. His voice was a little more relaxed. "You can't stay lookin' at the door all day. You'll get a crick in the neck."

"I'll be fine," Freed dismissed.

"Doesn't matter," Laxus stated, shifting slightly to get closer to Freed. It was to get a better view of the door, but the body heat that rivalled the warmth of the water was a noticeable feeling and Freed tensed. "Rule Three: lean on yer teammates. Sometimes you'll need to slack off, that ain't something to fight against. So long as someone in the team is on full alert it isn't too bad a problem. So sit back, close yer eyes, and let me take over for a while."

Freed was hesitant, but Laxus was clearly taking over keeping his gaze on the door, and Freed eventually found himself sliding down to further cover his body in water, and closed his eyes as relaxation flowed through him.

When his mind began to slip, Freed found himself thinking that Laxus was actually rather helpful. Freed wasn't quite so arrogant to think he knew everything about wizarding work, and an S-Class mage would have things to teach. Laxus especially would be useful to learn from, given their apparently similarities in working styles. Freed would need to learn how to work in a team, even if it wasn't fond of the idea, and Laxus might know how to offer actual advice rather than pointless mantras like 'your team should be your family' and other nonsense he'd heard from Fairy Tail. Without lying about why he was there, his team-ups with Laxus might be mutually beneficial.

Perhaps relaxing wasn't too bad an idea, either. Freed's mind had been somewhat consumed by his work. Finding a place to live as a seventeen-year-old had been difficult, and he'd put in a lot of effort in getting rent on time. But now he got better paying jobs, that urgency could fall away a little.

With a bit of effort, he tried to push the fact he was on a job to the back of his mind.

Once this whole thing was dealt with, maybe he would invest in a pass for the resort. In his preliminary research for the mission, he'd heard good things about the facilities, and even though he'd only been in the hot tub as of yet, he felt inclined to agree.

Though perhaps Laxus' company was partially to blame for his mood.

Fairy Tail had sometimes felt like a lonely place. Their focus on friendship, family and their revoltingly sentimental ideas about goodness were nice in principle, but when you were on the outside looking in it could get under your skin. Freed knew he was at fault for his lack of relationships with his guildmates, but perhaps Laxus might be a good starting point. Ironic, given that nearly everyone had told him Laxus was off-putting and rude.

The bubbles sent a pleasant chill over him, and Freed felt his tenseness ebbing away. When he got a pass for the resort, he'd have to explore the idea of a massage. He'd never thought it appealing, but perhaps he could be convinced.

There wouldn't be much convincing needed if Laxus were the one massaging him.

"Shit," Laxus hissed, and Freed's eyes whipped open. A rush of panic filled him that somehow he might have said that aloud, but the idea was ridiculous. He looked to Laxus to see worry flickering over him. "The suspect saw me looking, I think he went to get backup."

"Are you sure?" Freed asked, mind suddenly back on focus again.

"No, but we made eye contact. He's suspicious of me," Laxus was clenching his teeth, seemingly annoyed at himself. "We can't fuck it up, the Rune Army don't take shit like this lightly. We need a distraction or to get out."

"A distraction will be easier," Freed concluded. "Does he know for sure that we're looking out for him?"

"I wasn't being careful. I was watching him for about a full minute without being subtle. Pretty sure he knows it's not a passing glance."

"But that doesn't mean you know what he's doing, it just means you were looking at him," Freed mused aloud. "What if we throw him off the scent, give him another reason for why you were so focused on him."

"The hell would that be?" Laxus growled a little, and Freed scanned the room. They were the only two people in there now.

"Maybe you wanted him gone," Freed thought, plans forming in his head. Many of them he had to dismiss outright. "Perhaps if he sees something he wasn't meant to see, he'll think you were looking at him because you wanted him to leave."

"What the hell would I wanna do that I wouldn't want him seeing?" Laxus snapped, agitation rising. An idea came to Freed. It was good, it would get them out of the situation no doubt, but it might have a few repercussions in the future. Many arguments both for and against it flung through his mind, and his indecision must have been obvious, as Laxus continued talking a moment later. "Rule four, if a mission's going to shit and you think you can salvage it, you do it. So if you've got any ideas, I'd love to hear them."

Freed went to open his mouth to explain his idea, but he heard movement from across the room and glanced towards the door. It was opening, and two more suspects were walking through it, stone-faced and angry.

Before he could second guess himself, he launched himself onto Laxus and began to kiss him.

It was a sloppy, energetic, and passionate kiss. Laxus was frozen for a few moments, but Freed forced himself to push on in the hope that Laxus was trying to understand what was happening. Laxus quickly started to kiss back, and a hand ran down Freed's back, pulling him close. Freed began to mess his hands through Laxus' hair, heart pounding and a ringing in his ears cutting through his panic. He couldn't think of how bad an idea this was, about how there were probably hundreds of other ways to deal with this, because rumours stated that the dark mages were powerful, and he didn't want to get into a fight he could avoid.

Kissing wasn't enough for his plan. People kissed all the time. They needed to get… intimate. Freed began to run his hands over Laxus' torso – damn was he strong – and he felt large hands groping at his ass in return. He gasped into the kiss, and forced himself to remember that it was just for the mission.

The sound of a door closing snapped him back to reality, and he glanced to the side without breaking the kiss to see the suspects had left. He pulled himself off of Laxus, to find he'd been dragged so he was straddling the man's thigh at some point, and turned away with a blush, panting quietly.

"Good plan," Laxus said, voice also breathless. "Think it threw them off."

"Yes," Freed agreed. He couldn't look towards Laxus now. He simply couldn't. "I'm sorry for doing-"

"Don't, you did what you had to do," Laxus cut him off, voice somewhat stern, which wasn't helping the situation. "I would've done the same if I thought of it, and you fixed my fuck up. So no complaints."

"Okay," Freed didn't feel any better. He stood up and reached for his towel, still not looking at Laxus. "I think I should sit at the juice bar for a while, we've been together for long enough."

"Wait," Laxus began, shifting slightly but Freed was climbing from the hot tub before he could reach for him. "This ain't- you don't have to leave on my account."

"I'm not," Freed lied. Because of course he was. Laxus might be straight, he might not like Freed, and he might not appreciate being kissed like that at random. "If we spend all out time in the hot tub, it'll look odd. It was overdue, more so now they've seen us."

Laxus looked ready to argue, but sighed and nodded. Freed walked towards the juice bar, fighting the urge to touch his lips. Electricity danced over them.

Kissing Laxus… it felt like being struck by lightning.

#Fraxus Week #Fraxus #freed justine #laxus dreyar #Fairy Tail #Fanfic #Writing #Two-Shot #Chapter One #canon divergence #Word Count: 3.5k

[girlwithshipsshitshow]

Part 14

(Misaki woke up to half of his body on the floor, the other half was still tightly held on by Usagi, the sun was starting to come in through the windows).

Misaki: Shit, (Misaki dropped down on the floor the rest of the way, untangling himself from Usagi, he picked up his phone that was sitting on the coffee table to check the time, it was six-thirty. He sighed and walked into the kitchen to make breakfast for Usagi, he made his favorite tamagoyaki, rice, and brewed some coffee).

Usagi: (Starts to stir, the smell of coffee wakes him, he sits up rubbing his eyes and walks into the kitchen throwing his arms around Misaki to recharge).

Misaki: (Smiles) Good Morning.

Usagi: We slept through dinner.

Misaki: (Let's out a soft laugh through is nose, while plating breakfast). Yeah we did, we were tired.

Usagi: It felt nice to sleep at home in our- well on our couch, didn't make it to our room. I'm sorry, I was just so tired.

Misaki: (Turns to Usagi, Pushing messy bed head hair out of his eyes, he grins at him lovingly, staring into his blue-purple eyes). Usagi, you don't need to apologize, I'm just so happy you're home, and better. I hated seeing you in the hospital. I love you, I don't want you to be sick, I can't-

Usagi: I know what you're about to say, and that's never going to happen. (Usagi leans down and softly kisses Misaki who slips his tongue in Usagis mouth, their tongues dance together passnailty, Usagi's hands wander towards Misaki's Cock).

Misaki: (Pushes Usagi away, whispers gently) We can't.

Usagi: I can't even help you get off, you're hard. (Places forehead against Misaki's).

Misaki: (Blushes) No! Usagi, It's only two weeks, plus on thing will lead to another, I want to have sex as much as you do, but your doctor said no.

Usagi: The doctor said you could help give me a bath.

Misaki: (Picks up plates and starts walking to the table), Nice try, I was there, I remember what he told you.

Usagi: (Rushes up behind Misaki) "Help" Give me a bath is different than taking a bath with me, like you can just hang out in there to make sure I don't fall.

Misaki: (Sits plates on table, walks back to the kitchen to get coffee). we'll see.

Usagi: (Sits down), That wasn't a no.

Misaki: (Grins and rolls eyes sitting down). Is there anything you want to do today?

Usagi: (Chewing), You need to study.

Misaki: My test tomorrow is Psychology, I already told you, i'm good at that.

Usagi: Actually, Psychology comes naturally for you somehow.

Misaki: I know, i'm not a complete idiot.

Usagi: Yeah.

(They continue eating for a few minutes until the doorbell rings).

Misaki: (Gives Usagi a confused look). Its seven-thirty, who would be here this early?

Usagi: Takahiro?

Misaki: No, he went back to work today. (Doorbell continues to ring).

Usagi: Wanna get that?

Misaki: Sure. (stands up, walks over to intercom and presses the video button, Isaka's stands at the door, he's grinning suspiciously). What?

Isaka: Is that anyway to greet your boss?

Misaki: (Turns to Usagi who shrugs). What are you talking about?

Isaka: Let me in, I have to talk to You and Usagi, It's really important.

Misaki: (Sighs, unlocks the door). What do you think this is about?

Usagi: I have no idea, but It can't be good.

(Eri woke up to the smell of bacon wafting into the bedroom, she smiled rubbed her eyes and walked into the kitchen, Rose seemed to be making a full course meal at seven- thirty in the morning).

Eri: (Leaning against the hightop counter that looks into the kitchen), Do you always make a full course meal for breakfast?

Rose: (Smirks) No, Just for you.

Eri: (Blushes), You don't have to do that, when do you have to work?

Rose: Actually, I don't have to go in for a few days, since i've been working so much.

Eri: Oh, okay.

Rose: (Puts rice, bacon, eggs, tofu, mushrooms, strawberries, and toast). Do you want coffee or tea?

Eri: Oh, wow this looks amazing, and tea please.

Rose: Got it.

Eri: (Takes a seat in the chair she was standing beside) Thank you so much Rose, this looks amazing).

Rose: I've always loved to cook.

Eri: So why did you become a nurse?

Rose: (Hands Eri her cup of tea), Because I love helping people.

Eri: (Smiles), That's sweet.

Rose: (Nods) Dig it, i'm going to take a shower.

Eri: (Don't you want to eat?

Rose: (Walks around to where Eri is, wraps arms around her neck) Nah, I already did, i'm used to getting up early. (gently kisses her cheek) I'll be right back. (Walks into the bathroom with a huge grin).

Erin: (Smiles) Damn, this is good.

(Usagi and Misaki sat on the couch their hands were laced together, Isaka sat across from them, his hands formed a steeple against his mouth, he was in serious business mode).

Isaka: So, you're probably wondering why I'm here?

Usagi: That thought did cross our minds yeah.

Isaka: Well, good news we finally found a place for Chibi here.

Misaki: Wait, really?!

Isaka: Yeah, Akihiko's personal assistant.

Misaki, Usagi: WHAT?!

Misaki: Um, I don't think Usagi needs an assistant.

Usagi: I- Isn't that kinda what Aikawa is?

Isaka: No, she's your editor.

Usagi: So what would Misaki do?

Isaka: I'm glad you asked here's a list. (Passes list to them).

Mikaki: (Picks up list), Answer business calls, Decides where conferences are held.

Usagi: Wait, this says you'll go to meetings for me! Misaki, do it, I hate going to meetings!

Misaki: You still have to show your face at conferences babe.

Usagi: Okay, but you decide length and location, so can they be short and sweet?

Misaki: I haven't even decided if I wanted to do it.

Isaka: Misaki, after the incident with your favorite mangaka-

Misaki: Ex-favorite.

Isaka: You came to me and said you wanted to work with Usagi, do you remember that?

Misaki: Yeah, but I thought it would be like, helping him decide on covers or something, not a personal assistant!

Isaka: This is better, look at this rate Usagi will have more books out, and you guys will have more time off to be with each other, isn't that what you've always wanted?

(Usagi and Misaki look at each other, they give each other a half grin and blush).

Misaki: Well, yeah I guess. So what else would I be doing?

Isaka: (Grins), Well, Usagi is there anything else you want him to do, business related?

Usagi: No, how much would he be making?

Isaka: about four thousand yen an hour.

Usagi: I think he should be paid more.

Misaki: No, Four thousand is fine Usagi, I just feel like im kinda being paid to be your fiance.

Usagi: What? No this is not what your doing.

Misaki: Are you sure, are you okay with this?

Usagi: Yeah, Misaki you motivate me to work, plus I can knock at a book in four or five hours, plus you won't be started for a few months unless stated otherwise, right Isaka?

Isaka: Right, (Stands) We'll be in touch, thank you for having me.

Misaki: Yeah, we'll we didn't have a choice, but we'll see you later.

Isaka: Right, we'll I'll see you guys later. (See's himself out).

Misaki: (Looks at Usagi, and blushes)

Usagi: (Softly caresses Misaki's cheek) Why are you blushing?

Misaki: I- I don't know, are you really okay with this?

Usagi: Yeah, I just want to spend all the time with you that I can.

Misaki: Me too.

Usagi: So, what do you want to do today?

Misaki: I don't know, but you need to take a bath or something.

Usagi: Are you saying I smell?

Misaki: (Smirks) In the nicest way possible.

Usagi: Fine, but you have to help me. (Stands, pulls Misaki up).

Misaki: Usagiii.

Usagi: (Smirks, pulls him into the bathroom). Please?

Miksai: (Sighs), Fine but if you try something-

Usagi: (Puts hands up in surrender).

Misaki: Okay, just sit on down for a second while a draw the bath?

Usagi: Why would you want to draw the bath?, Just put water in it.

Misaki: (Sarcastic look), Funny.

Usagi: I thought so.

Misaki: Okay, step in the bath.

Usagi: I need help.

Misaki: You do not.

Usagi: I need help taking my clothes off.

Misaki: (Folds arms, leans against the wall). Usagi, you slept in your robe and boxers.

Usagi: I can't take it off by myself.

Misaki: Usagi, I love you but i swear to god if you don't take your clothes off and get into the bath right not, I will kill you!

Usagi: (Blushes) O-Okay, Sorry Misaki, I was just trying to have fun.

Miskai: I know you are, but I can't risk you getting hurt, we can't have sex, trust me, I want to so bad.

Usagi: This is really hard for me.

Misaki: Me too, now get in the tub, and wash your body.

Usagi: Will you wash my hair?

Misaki: That I will do.

Usagi: Okay.

(Usagi, Strips, and steps into tub, Misaki blushes, he can feel himself starting to get hard, Usagi also starts to get hard, but neither on of them mention it, Misaki sits in the ground beside Usagi and watches him clean his body).

Misaki: God, you're so sexy Usagi.

Usagi: (sets on ledge of tub, grinning at Misaki), and you're so fucking cute.

Misaki: (Chuckles), Thanks. Want me to wash your hair?

Usagi: Yes!

Misaki: (Laughs), Okay, (Misaki washes Usagi's hair taking his time, massaging his roots, running his hands through Usagi's soft hair, he carefully washes the soap out of his hair, careful not to get any soap in his eyes), Okay, all done.

Usagi: (Sits up dunks head under water). Okay, I'm done. I'm going to go to the bedroom and put on some clean clothes, Decide what you want to do the rest of the day.

Misaki: (Okay, stands up and kisses Usagi on the forehead). Maybe we can have a movie day?

Usagi: Sure, go pick some out.

Misaki: Okay, I Love you so much Usagi.

Usagi: I love you too.

Misaki: (Smiles and heads into the living room to search for movies).

Usagi: (walks into bedroom and changes into grey sweatpants and a black long sleeve shirt, walks into the living room to see Misaki Searching for movies on netflix).

Misaki: So why did you get the VPN?

Usagi: Duh, to watch american movies, we watched a lot of them, didn't they help you with your english?

Mikaki: Yeah, they did actually.

Usagi: Did you find anything?

Misaki: "Step brothers", "Baby Mama", "the other guys", and I heard "love simon was good"

Usagi: Okay, sounds good, I don't care what we watch, I Just want to be with you.

Misaki: Okay, want to me to make popcorn?

Usaggi: (Sits on couch): No, come here, (Pats spot beside him).

Misaki: (Walks over to Usagi, and sits in his lap).

Usagi: Let's just stay like this for a little while. (Lays down pulling Misaki with him, and the cover over them, he kisses the top of his head).

Misaki: (Starts a movie and smiles, cuddling closer to Usagi), Yeah okay.

(Rose steps out of the shower wrapped in a towel, shes drying her hair of as she walks into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee).

Eri: (Blushes) H-How was your shower

Rose: (Smirks), Wet.

Eri: Uh. (Clears throat), Oh, well that's good. So what do you want to do today?

Rose: (Glances at clock on stove). It's ten, we can go to the beach?

Eri: Which one

Rose: Odaiba Beach

Eri: Oh sure!

Rose: It's only 30 minutes from here, Oh but you need a change of clothes?

Eri: Uh, yeah. (Smirks).

Rose: Okay, come on. (Smiles and grabs Eri's hand pulling her off the chair and into the bedroom).

(Misaki, sat up rubbing his eyes, his phone vibrating off the coffee table woke him up, he picked up his phone and saw text messages from Aikawa).

Message Transcript:

MISAKI

MISAKI

ARE YOU AWAKE?!

YOU BETTER BE UP ITS 10 AM

Aikawa, what's wrong? Was the date that bad?

No! why would you say that?

Well why are you panicking this early? Wait my lovely pain in the ass fiance didn't forget to turn in anything did he? YOU said he was good for at least four months.

No, that's not it. It's just we are going to the beach and last night was amazing, but is it weird I'm still nervous?

No, Look I felt Nervous with Usagi for years, I mean I still get butterflies when i'm around him.

That's cute. He says the same thing about you.

Really? I mean, I already know that, look just relax, or try and have fun, I gotta go, Usagi and I have a huge day Planned.

Watching Movies all day?

Yep, have fun.

(Misaki sighs sliding his phone across the coffee table, it falls off, he doesn't care, he looks behind him, Usagi is sound asleep, Misaki grins, Usagi needs his rest, he stands, softly brushes Usagi's hair back and plants a soft, long kiss on his forehead then hands to the bathroom to take a bath. Misaki closed his eyes resting his head against the wall, he was happy, Usagi was back and things were normal, expect he missed Usagi's touch, and the warmth of his body, the feeling of him Usagi inside of him, but they couldn't do anything until Usagi was clearled, which lucky was the day of his graduation. Misaki smiled to himself, twisting the engagement ring on his finger, there was only one thing that was worrying him, Usagi telling the public that they were a couple, he didn't care about the "but we're both men" Mindset anymore, I mean that's not what this is, it's more what will his fans think? Misaki let out a deep exhale before dunking his head underwater, he needed to talk to Usagi).

#usagi #usagi x misaki #usami akihiko #misaki #misaki takahashi #takahashi misaki #erin aikawa #aikawa #rose #junjou romantica #otp #myotp #my OTP #ship #fanfiction #Junju romatica

[terriblelifechoices]

Hi! Just letting you know that I've been having a rough month and reading+re-reading your fics (and comment fics! love the ones about the Graves kiddies/families and Graves' team in the cell lmao) has been a great stress reliever for me :) I really want to leave longer comments on your chapters but I think I'll only be able to do that when stuff gets better lol. For the time being, thank you for the lovely writings!

Hey, I’m really sorry you’re having a rough month.  I’m glad reading the fic and comment fics helps relieve a little stress, though.  Please don’t worry about comments!  I hope things get better for you soon.

And just in case it helps, I thought maybe you’d enjoy more comment fic just for you.  ;)

… This might actually need to be its own series of comment fic.  The Graves Brood vs. Ilvermorny

Ilvermorny, Massachusetts, October 1944

“Do you know,” Professor Jauncey mused, “I am starting to think I should just create a Graves-specific form letter to send to your parents.”  He sounded more wistful than anything else, as though the streamlined precision of a form letter would protect him from further Graves sibling antics.

Gawain was not sure why the headmaster thought a form letter would protect him, but he sympathized with the impulse.

Gawain loved his older siblings, but he was not blind to their faults.  Individually, Galahad and Olwen could be a lot to handle.  Together, they were terrifying.

“Sorry, sir,” he said, and meant it.  He had no idea how to make Galahad and Olwen stop being Galahad and Olwen, and he was pretty sure the headmaster didn’t either.  Gawain knew better than to try, but the headmaster didn’t seem to have figured that out yet.

Jauncey sighed.  “I really think you mean that,” he said.

“Well,” Gawain said.  “I’m not sorry about disrupting Professor Thompson’s class.”

The headmaster sighed again.  “Of course you’re not.  What are you sorry about, then?”

“Galahad and Olwen.”

Jauncey’s puzzled look went a bit strained around the edges.  A lot of people had that reaction to Galahad and Olwen, especially once they met them.  “What do Galahad and Olwen have to do with your disrupting Professor Thompson’s class?”

“Nothing sir,” said Gawain.  “I’m just sorry they’ve …” He made a vague hand gesture designed to convey Galahad and Olwen’s essential Galahad-and-Olwen-ness.  “Y’know.  Set a precedent for how the Graves family behaves.”

Jauncey looked down his nose at Gawain.  He had rather a lot of nose to look down, so it was a pretty impressive look.  “A precedent that you seem determined to follow,” he observed.

Gawain felt that was unfair, and said so.  “I am not!  I’m not crazy,” he hastened to assure the headmaster.  Galahad and Olwen were determined to follow Dad and Gwen and a lot of the Aunties and Uncles into MACUSA.  Gawain was pretty sure MACUSA and the rest of wizarding America would be safer for it, but he also thought that anyone who wanted to be an Auror was just plain nuts.  Anyone who voluntarily got chased and hexed and sometimes tortured by Dark wizards had to be off their rocker.

“Mr. Graves,” Jauncey said, repressive.  “Fascinating as this discussion is, I am not going to debate the relative sanity of anyone in the Graves family with you.”

Gawain squinted at him.  He was pretty sure that the headmaster had just implied that they were all nuts, but he wasn’t one hundred percent certain.  He wasn’t sure if he should be offended or not.

Probably not.  He was already in enough trouble.

“Right, sir,” he said.  “Sorry, sir.”

“Getting back to the matter at hand,” said Jauncey.  “Why don’t you tell me, in your own words, what happened.”

Gawain resisted the urge to make a face.  Dad liked that trick.  So did Uncle John and Uncle Alex.  It was an Auror thing.  Asking people to tell you what happened in their own words put them at ease, and it also made them more likely to slip up and tell you more than they meant to.

Gawain had gotten wise to that trick when he was about seven.

“Professor Thompson was teaching us about healing potions,” Gawain said, trying to make it sound like he wasn’t thinking very carefully about what he was saying.  “Today we were covering Pepper-Up, ‘cause we’re coming up on cold season, and he wanted to be preemptive.  And then someone asked if he meant for us to test the potion on ourselves, and Professor Thompson said yes.  And she said, that’s dangerous, sir, and he said, I assure you, Miss - Um.”  Gawain gave the headmaster a slightly panicked look.  He did not want to get Rosamund Weiss in trouble too.  She hadn’t even done anything wrong, aside from point out that it was wrong to experiment on children.  “Anyway,” he forged on.  “He said, I assure you that if you brew the potion correctly, it’s not dangerous at all.

“Except, it kind of is,” Gawain said.  “Because we’re students and we’re still learning, and I think Libby Frasier’s melted more cauldron’s than anyone else in Ilvermorny history, so her potion probably wouldn’t be safe to drink at all.  And Uncle Robert says that you should never, ever test a potion that you’re not completely sure of.  Especially not outside of a controlled laboratory setting,” he added, because Papa had a bizarre love of potions and he and Uncle Robert could go on about them for hours.  “Uncle Robert has this whole speech about lab safety,” Gawain added.  “I’ve heard it kind of a lot.”

Jauncey looked resigned.  “Yes, I gathered.  You seem to have it memorized.”

“Er,” said Gawain.  “I didn’t really mean to give the lab safety speech,” he said.  “It just kind of … happened.”

That part was the first out and out lie he’d told all day.  Professor Thompson had turned an ugly look on Rosamund.  Gawain knew that look.  It was the look that said Rosamund would be the one to try Libby’s potion, regardless of how it turned out, and that he wouldn’t let her go to the infirmary afterwards, either.

Gawain hadn’t wanted Rosamund to be sick.  The Weiss’ and the Graves’ were allies.  Sort of.  He didn’t think Dad and Director Weiss got along very well personally, but they had each other’s backs professionally and that seemed to be good enough for them.  Grown-up’s were weird like that.

Also, Rosamund was really pretty.  Gawain got kind of stupid around her sometimes.  He couldn’t help it.

So he’d cleared his throat and said, “Actually, sir, Miss Weiss is absolutely correct.  The dangers of cross-contamination alone present an unreasonable risk.”

Professor Thompson had stared at him.  “Mr. Graves,” he’d said, in a tone that suggested that Gawain was twelve and therefore dumb.  “Do you even know what cross-contamination means?”

“Contaminating one substance with another,” Gawain had said promptly.  “It’s dangerous in a laboratory setting, or with food, if you have allergies.  In a laboratory setting - especially a teaching one, like this one - you’ve no idea whether or not who used your workstation last cleaned it as well as they should have, so there’s a risk that your potion might be contaminated with whatever they were working on.”

“No one likes a know it all, Mr. Graves,” Thompson had drawled.

“Sorry, sir,” Gawain had said, obviously not sorry at all.  “It’s just, shouldn’t we be taught the principles of lab safety?  It’s important.”

Libby had raised her hand.  “I’d kind of like to know the principles of lab safety,” she’d said.

“That’s because you’re dangerous,” Atticus Lee had said.

“Exactly,” Libby had said.  “If there’s a way for me not to be dangerous in class, I want to know what it is.”

That had made a lot of sense to the rest of the class, and Gawain figured that was as good a time as any to launch into Uncle Robert’s Lab Safety Is Important And Here’s Why speech.

“You gave a twenty minute lecture on lab safety,” Jauncey said, drawing Gawain back into the present.  “The other students took notes.”

Gawain rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish.  “I might’ve been quoting Uncle Robert when I said there’d be a quiz.”

“And that just … happened,” said the headmaster.

“Yes?” Gawain ventured.

“Merlin’s beard,” said Jauncey.  “It’s Galahad and the dueling club all over again.”

“Hey,” protested Gawain.  “I’m not that bad.”

“Forgive me, Mr. Graves, but you and your brother have rather more in common than you think,” the headmaster said.

Rude, thought Gawain.  He kept his mouth shut, though.  Authority figures rarely wanted to know what you thought of their opinions.

“Please refrain from taking over your professor’s classes in the future,” Jauncey commanded.

“Yes, sir,” said Gawain.

“You will apologize to Professor Thompson,” the headmaster continued.

Since Jauncey didn’t say he had to be sincere, Gawain was willing to meet him halfway.

“Yes, sir,” Gawain said again.

“And you have two weeks of detention,” Jauncey finished.

“Yes, sir,” Gawain said.

Jauncey sighed.  “You can go back to class,” he said.

“Thank you, sir,” Gawain said.

“And Gawain?”

Gawain turned back at the door.  “Sir?”

“We do, actually, have your safety in mind.  I wish you’d trust that.”

If he really had their safety in mind, he’d have taken Gawain and Rosamund’s point and made sure that Professor Thompson didn’t make the students test improperly prepared potions on one another.

Gawain ducked his head, acknowledging the headmaster’s point.

He bet Galahad and Owen would have some ideas about how to deal with Professor Thompson, if the headmaster wouldn’t.

Terrifying wasn’t so bad, when it was on your side.  And there was nothing the Graves siblings couldn’t do, as long as they did it together.

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