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remcycl333 · 6 months
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hiiiiii besties!
im so sorry ive been so inactive 😭😭😭 i've had the busiest past two months!!
yesterday i reread edward art's series on reddit and took notes on it and i thought i'd post them maybe 😌 i really highly recommend reading his series in full to really truly get a grasp on manifesting!! like once you read it you will truly fully grasp manifestation. it's so good.
but here's my little notes i took bc i find it so motivating and helpful to just read the little quotes i wrote down every once in a while.
any time im in a bad/sad mood i always like to read neville or edward and it instantly puts me in a better mood & motivates me. so i took these notes for that purpose and i wasn't gonna post them but i thought maybe it could help you guys too!!!
if u read something u dont understand, u can read the part it is from in edward's series and gain clarity!!! <3 the posts are all pretty short :)
here's the link to the google doc :) enjoy!!!!
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eloaholiveira · 7 months
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This is what i have for my FreaksAU for now, about how Silver and Sonic were before being turned into non-mobians and how said incident happened, that i wrote in a google doc
Everything that happens after is yet to be written alr lol
Lets see
Silver and Sonic have been besties for a long time. They both were orphans and have been to plenty of temporary households through their lifes, although they always managed to find each other whenever they moved
At some point, Silver left his house at night and was attacked by a vampire, but instead of being killed like most vampires would do, they left, and he was just left there.
What Silver didnt knew was that Sonic had also recently been attacked while he wandered around, and not by a vampire but by a werewolf, which he probably invaded their territory and managed to escape, while they probably thought he was gonna die from blood loss by his wounds, but he didnt.
Some days went by, and Silver decided to meet up with Sonic in the quiet place they usually went to, and he wasnt having it any better, most of his wounds very pretty much healed, except the bite in his right leg, and they were both starting to show symptons of their conditions, silver had a strange repulse to direct sun light and sonic had a very strong sense of smell that made him nauseous. Seeing that things were getting strange after the incidents happened they decided to try and keep contact more often and meet up again...
Until it became something urgent
Silver one night "awakened" (went from a living mobian to a undead vampire [non-mobian]) and killed a random civilian on his frenzy (when you wake up, you wake up hungry 😈) and the first person he went to call when he came back to his senses was Sonic, which didnt pick up cuz he was having his own little frenzy somewhere else, being a recently turned werewolf he had 0 control either, so until Sonic turned back to normal Silver was just
There
Sobbing uncontrollably full of blood on his face
When Sonic got back to normal (it was still midnight by the way) he went straight to Silver, he didnt knew how he had found him but he did, and he was basically in the middle of nowhere in some florest park and there were no people nearby at this hour, he was too scared to go back "home", and so was Sonic, so they both sat there in the ground for some minutes, talked about what had happened, and decided to find somewhere empty and probably abandoned to stay for the night
They really trust each other like brothers even though they arent related
Freakish babies
I love em
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berryitalive · 4 months
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As The Year Goes By
Cross posted to AO3.
A/N: Slight TW in author note for mentions of OD. I started writing this fic on August 14th 2023. It brought me a lot of joy to get back into writing. I stopped touching it on September 13th 2023 when my little brother unexpectedly overdosed and passed away. I feel like the quality of my writing since then has not been the best as my mind has been elsewhere. But I wanted to at least post it instead of keeping it as a Google doc. I'm sorry if the pacing is weird or the formatting is rough. I used to be a Wattpad girlie. Also Oliver I love you thank you for inspiring me to get back into writing and being my bestie.
Chapter 1: Summer
Summer 5, Year 2
“Mrrow.” An orange cat stands on Bridgit’s chest, awakening her from her slumber. It hops off of the previously sleeping young adult and meows at the door. The sweet sound of birds chirping outside filled the room as her eyes fluttered open and her vision began to clear.
“Good morning, Cheddar.” The farmer yawns and sits up from her bed before getting up to let the cat outside. She puts her boots on and heads outside to the shed for a cup of tea fresh from the keg before she starts her day.
It is harvest day for the peppers, wheat and honey. It is also Friday. Today would be the day Bridgit works herself up to talk to someone other than the shopkeepers, Mayor Lewis, and Caroline (and that was mainly from just bumping into her each time the farmer went to sell her crops). It has already been over a full year in Pelican Town and Bridgit was still pretty unfamiliar with most of the townspeople her age. It was not for any reason in particular though. Just a strong case of social anxiety.
When she first arrived at Pelican Town she was greeted by Robin and Mayor Lewis. They had encouraged her to at least meet the townspeople which she did! But she never went out of her way to hold another conversation with anyone. Why should she? She had her lovely cat Cheddar and her farm animals to keep her company. But now that it was already summer of her second year here, she figured she should at least get to know somebody. The woman had only attended the fall festivals and the winter night market last year. This year she was determined to at least stay for a little while at all of them.
She places the crops in her harvest basket and heads into town. Her honey-colored eyes stare at the ground as she mumbles to herself. “Hi. I’m Bridgit but you guys can call me Bee…Well duh they know your name you already greeted them once…a year ago. This is so stupid they’re all going to think I’m a weirdo.”
As the farmer continued down the sidewalk she suddenly bumps into another person immediately causing her to lose her balance and tumble to the ground. The basket is dropped, allowing its contents to spill onto the concrete. Bridgit groaned as she landed right on her ass against the pavement. As she looks up she realizes there is a grown man staring at her and the vegetables that are scattered in front of Pierre’s shop.
“I am so sorry! I should have watched where I was going! Did I get anything on you?” Bridgit gathers the fallen vegetables and containers of honey as quickly as she can and tosses them back into the basket. Hopefully Pierre wouldn’t fully reject some of the bruised peppers.
“It’s whatever.” The man sighs and turns to walk away, not offering his help.
“I’m Bridgit by the way! But you can call me Bee if you want.” She stands up
“I remember your name. But I’m not gonna call you anything so I hope you leave me alone.” He responds and turns back around to look at the intimidated farmer. His eyes scan over the crops in the basket before he reaches in and takes a pepper. “Consider this compensation for trying to run me over. I’ve got to go before I’m late for work.”
“Sorry again.” Bridgit let out a sigh of defeat before brushing the dirt off of her pink overalls and heading into Pierre’s store. The store owner chuckled as the embarrassed woman walked up to the counter. Pierre looks over the crops then at Bridgit.
“I would assume after a fall like that your peppers would have bruised more. You ran into Shane like it was nothing.” He laughs and begins processing the fresh crops as inventory.
“Oh yeah. That’s Marnie’s nephew.” Bridgit says. Pierre nods and hands her gold for the crops. “I never realized he was kinda cute.”
Pierre stared at Bridgit then sighed. “Do you need any seeds today?”
Bridgit stares at the door of the Stardrop Saloon, the evening breeze kisses her nervous face. She takes a deep breath and steps inside. The building is full of laughter and conversation. It seemed like nearly everyone in the town was enjoying their Friday night here. Including Shane, who was enjoying a beer near the fireplace. Her eyes focused on the older man as she was taking in his appearance. He was shorter than most of the bachelors in Pelican Town, his hair was a dark brown (nearly black) color and he took long, satisfying sips of his beer all alone in his corner. His gaze rose from his cup to the woman watching him.
“Shit.” The farmer immediately turns to leave.
“Bee!” Gus exclaims. Her fingers barely made it to the door handle. “Here to enjoy the night instead of just buying recipes off me?” He chuckles as the timid woman makes her way over to the bar and takes a seat on a stool.
“Actually, I was just heading out. I totally forgot to refill Cheddar’s water bowl.” She avoided eye contact as she tried to find a polite way out of the saloon.
“Pierre told me what happened in front of his store today. Shane doesn’t bite, just give him some time.”
“Great, so now that’s three people who know I busted my ass today.”
“Who cares? Everyone has fallen or ran into someone before. I’m simply pleased you decided to stop by.”
Bridgit sighs. “Thanks for lifting my spirits Gus but I really should go there's a lot of people in here. Send Shane a beer, on me, will you?” He is handed the gold coins before the farmer leaves the saloon, not even bothering to have a beer herself.
Summer 10, Year 2
Music plays from Joja-Mart’s sound system as Bridgit looks around the hair care aisles. She smiles as she finds the product she’s looking for and begins to head to the cashier.
“Cheating on Pierre?”
Bridgit turns around and is met with Shane’s unamused face. He glances at the hair care product in her hand then at the shoulder-length, lavender braids that framed the brown woman’s face.
“I wouldn’t have to if the man carried any kind of hair care for my hair type. At least I can just walk to Joja though. If I had to special order this every time I ran out I think I would lose it.” She smiled. “And I also don’t want Pierre to have to go out of his way for something I don’t replace often.”
Shane gave a small nod. “Makes sense. Thanks for the beer last week, Gus told me it was from you. Sorry I’ve been rude, it takes me a while to warm up to strangers.”
Bridgit smiles. “No problem! See you around, Shane.”
Shane waves. “See you, Bee.”
As the cashier scans the farmer's items, Bridgit’s face is bright with joy. Shane called her Bee. Did that mean they were friends now? The woman wasn’t completely sure but it was better than just being known as the farmer who ran into him. And it definitely felt better than being told to leave him alone whenever she tried to say ‘Hi’ the past few days.
The sun began to set as Bee made her way home. She wondered why recently she had tried so hard to talk to him. Even when she was met with several 'go away.'s or 'can’t you see I’m busy?'s. In hindsight it was probably annoying and a bit creepy to continue to pester the poor man. Though he did seem grateful for the fresh hot peppers she brought him.
The woman made it to her home and put away the hair gel before grabbing her fishing rod. There were still fish needed to complete the community center bundle. Bee headed to Cindersap Forest, figuring she would stop by the lake to fish for an hour or so before she went to bed. As she approached the dock she noticed Shane standing at the end of it sipping a beer.
“Up late, huh?” Shane asked after he noticed her walking over, fishing rod still in her hand.
“Usually am. Sorry for pestering you all week, I just. I needed a friend I guess.” Bee sighed and sat on the edge of the dock. Shane sat down as well. Crickets chirped as fireflies floated carelessly through the cool night air.
“Here, have a cold one.” Shane offered, holding out a can of ale.
Bee set the fishing rod down before she took the beer and looked it over. It was some foreign ale that she had seen marked down at Joja.
“Buh…life.” He sighed. Bee sat quietly and looked at their reflections in the water.
“You ever feel like… no matter what you do, you’re gonna fail?” Bee looked up from the water and at Shane instead. His eyes were fixated on the can in his hand as he mindlessly bent the tab back and forth. As he continued, he looked up from the can and over at the concerned farmer.
“...Like you’re stuck in some miserable abyss and you’re so deep you can’t even see the light of day…I just feel no matter how hard I try I’m not strong enough to climb out of that hole.”
“Shit, Shane.” Bee muttered. The night’s breeze greeted their skin as she searched for something to say in response. Nothing came to mind so she decided on just shot-gunning the beer. The dark haired retail worker looked at her in surprise before chuckling.
“Fast drinker, huh? A farmer after my own heart. Just don’t make it a habit. You’ve got a future ahead of you still.” Shane looked down once more at the can in his hand. “Welp…My liver’s beggin’ me to stop. Better call it a night.” He stood up and turned to leave.
“You do too.” Bee managed to finally speak up as she attached bait to her fishing hook.
“Huh? Don’t tell me you’re already drunk off that one beer?” He asked, a hint of amusement coloring his voice.
“You have a future ahead of you too, Shane.” Bee clarified as she looked up at him. His dark brown eyes softened as he looked at the young farmer.
“Goodnight, Bee.”
She stared at the water as he wandered back home. “What a sad lil dude.”
Summer 12, Year 2
The hot summer sun shined bright on the townspeople at the beach. Mayor Lewis greeted everyone as they arrived just as he did each year. He was extra cheery as he greeted Bee, happy to see she attended the festival. Bee sniffed the air and sighed. The potluck soup smelled amazing. Last year she didn’t add anything to it because she failed to attend the luau entirely.
She approached the giant pot and added fresh goat cheese before walking around, trying to work up the courage to talk to someone. Her eyes scanned the area and as she realized just how many people were around, a knot formed in her stomach, her hands became sweaty, and her heart began to pound. Before the woman decided to abort the festival and go home, she noticed Shane and Gus standing over at a table. Gus swatted sand-flies away from the food as she made her way over to them.
“Bee! Is this your first time at the luau? I didn’t see you last year.” Gus asked while she ate a piece of grilled pineapple.
“Yeah it is. I didn’t come last year. I was a bit nervous.” She admitted.
“Well it’s good to see you this time!”
“Wow..You don’t get hot pepper chutney like this in the big city.” Shane spoke as he walked up to the two of them. Gus laughed and thanked him for the compliment.
Bee watched Robin and Demetrius dance to the soft music coming from the two large speakers. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the festival and felt the breeze from the sea. As she opened her eyes, she noticed Shane’s gaze was on her while he talked to Gus.
A familiar song came on the stereo. The melody began with the sweet strums of a ukulele.
“I saw you in my dreams… We were walking hand in hand..”
Bee quickly and quietly excused herself from the table and walked over to the docks. The music was fainter once she made it to the edge and sat down. She sighed. It was still audible.
“Sound of the ocean, soothes my restless soul.. Sound of the ocean rocks me all night long.. Those hot long summer days, lying there in the sun… On a white, sandy beach of Ginger Island…”
Bee stared off into the sparkling ocean. The memories of being a child and playing at the beach with her late grandfather suddenly overwhelmed her mind. It was all she could think about while hearing the bittersweet melody in the background with a soft dejected smile on her face. She remembered his wrinkled smile, and how large his hands were compared to hers, and how comforting it felt to hold his when they walked from the farmhouse to the beach. Or anywhere for that matter. Cheering came from behind her though she did not bother to turn around and see why. She looked up at the sky and took a deep breath.
“I brought you some soup.”
Bee’s soul nearly left her body as she turned to look up at Shane. He sat down next to her on the dock just as he did a few nights ago before handing her a bowl of soup. She felt the warmth through the paper bowl against her hands.
“Thanks.” She said carefully.
“The governor really liked the soup.” Shane said after a sip of the broth. “It’s way better than last year’s.”
Bee nodded and took sips of the soup as well. It was strange eating soup on the beach but it was so good it did not matter. She turned her head away from the man to sniffle and wipe her nose. Hopefully he would just assume it was the spiciness of the food.
“Grieving fuckin sucks, man. I don’t know who’s sad ass added that song to the playlist but...” Shane chuckled dryly. Bee looked over at him dispiritedly now aware he saw through her. “I mean it’s a good song too though.”
“It is a good song,” Her voice cracked as she agreed. She cleared her throat and closed her eyes for a moment. “My grandparents loved it…It’s been years since my grandfather’s passing and even longer since my grandmother’s. But…it’s still strange to own the farm instead of just visiting them here, ya know?”
“Yeah. Sometimes I get mad at the world for continuing to move forward when it feels like I’ve lost the people that made moving forward worth it.” He looked at Jas who was running around with Vincent on the beach. Bee followed his line of sight then looked back at her soup.
“So is Jas, like, your little niece?”
“She’s my goddaughter actually.”
“Oh. My condolences.”
“Thanks.”
There was silence between them. They watched fish swim around in the clear water as they ate their soup. The sound of seagulls and music filled the air as time passed on. The sun began to lower and most of the townspeople began to leave the warm beach.
“Do you want to dance with me?” Bee asked, setting their soup bowls aside.
Shane looked at the farmer curiously. “Huh?”
“The music is still playing and it’s not as sad now. A lot of people have gone home too so not a lot of eyes on us.” The shorter woman stood up and picked the paper bowls up to bring to a trash bin near the tables. Shane followed behind her as she went to the makeshift dance floor.
Upbeat, energetic music blared from the stereo as Bee took Shane’s hands. He looked a little nervous but it melted away as she began to dance very poorly. Her twists and gyrations were offbeat and for lack of a better term, goofy. Shane laughed and began to do the same. Right now, Bee did not care who saw them making a fool of themselves. Smiles were stuck to their faces as the two danced to the music.
Shane improvised by doing very outdated, dad-at-a-barbeque-esque dance moves, making the funky twisting Bee was doing look like professional work. They took turns trying to “out dance” the other. During a very bad twirl, the woman lost her balance. Bee stumbled, and almost instantly, Shane wrapped his arms around her, catching her before she fell. His grip was firm yet gentle as she was cradled in his arms. The world seemed to stop as her brown eyes became lost in his.
“Careful now. When you break dance you don’t actually have to break something.” Shane chuckled. Bee laughed awkwardly and regained her balance as Shane let go of her.
“I think it’s getting late! I’m going to head home. Thanks for having fun with me today buddy!” Bee turned to leave, her face red with embarrassment as she left the beach. His touch lingered on her skin and part of her wished the moment would have lasted longer. The woman shook her head, her face burning brighter as more thoughts filled her mind. She decided she would go to bed early.
Summer 25, Year 2
Cheddar’s meows rang throughout the farmhouse. His owner laid in bed feeling a heavy pressure in her chest. Slowly she sat up and tried to take a deep breath before she was met with a hacking cough, sending her back into her bed. Her orange cat pawed at her face, determined that this human would feed him immediately. With a groan, the woman got up and slowly made her way into the kitchen. She gasped as she looked at the clock.
“9 am?! I haven’t slept in since last winter…” Bee sniffled and coughed as she began her day. Cheddar was finally fed and the crops were harvested. Her eyes examined her farmland before she sighed. Most of the work was easy enough to complete. All that was left to do was collect the eggs from the coop and milk the animals in the barn.
The sun continued to shine down on the farm, much to Bee’s discomfort. It was too hot for this bullshit. Each time she reached down to grab an egg she felt ready to pass out. With the last egg in her basket, she made her way back to the farmhouse and filled an empty carton that she would sell to Pierre later.
Tea. She just needs hot tea. Bee shakily reached up to her cabinet and cursed as she realized there were no more tea leaves. The woman sighed and grabbed a mask to put on before she made her way out of her house and headed to JojaMart. What was normally a 20 minute walk became much harder. Every part of her body was coated in sweat. The sun continued to beat down on her until finally she just collapsed. Her arms barely held her up as she struggled to keep consciousness though she could swear her name was being called.
The woman lay silently in her bed, her eyes slowly fluttering open as her light purple locs splayed out around her head. Bee tried to take a deep breath but felt a sharp pain in her chest. Her body felt heavy and lethargic while her eyes focused on her surroundings. She was back in her bed with soup sitting on her nightstand. She winced and sat up to try and relieve the pain, but was met with her head spinning causing her to slump back down in the bed. How the hell was she able to get her chores done earlier?
Bee touched the soup next to her and exhaled. It was cold. The farmer stood up, took the soup and struggled out of her room only to be met by a 28 year old sitting on her couch casually watching her television. He looked up from the show he was watching and at the very confused, sick woman.
“You know, I knew you were reckless when word got around that you were actually exploring the mines but to run around in this heat with a fever is a new kind of stupid.” Shane stated. “Now go lay back down. I’ll warm the soup back up.”
Bee’s voice was hoarse as she responded. “How did I get back home?”
Shane stood and guided her back to her bed, taking the bowl of soup from her shaky hands. “I brought you to the clinic, which Harvey left you the bill to be taken care of once you’re able to bring it to him, and then I carried you back after he determined you just had a nasty fever from the flu. I got you into bed and I made you that soup because I thought you would have woken up sooner.”
Bee looked at her clock then back at Shane. “Shane, it's 12 am why are you still here?”
He looked at her confused. “You lucked out that I got off work early. How long would you have laid on that bridge if I hadn’t seen you faint? I wasn’t going to let you wake up confused and afraid that someone you didn’t know had just dragged you back home. I know I’m a dick but damn I’m not like…the worst.”
Bee sat down on her bed and got under the covers. Unanswered questions buzzed around her head like angry wasps. Who all saw her being carried by Shane? Just how much was that medical bill going to be? Why did she feel even more embarrassed knowing Shane was the one that found her?
Bee shook her head before she looked up at her neighbor, her face still hot with fever. "Thank you, Shane. There's some fresh hot peppers in the fridge if you want them. Also I still have a frozen pizza if you’re hungry.."
His expression softened before he nodded and went to reheat the soup. Despite her nausea and headaches, she found herself drawn to Shane and his compassion. Screw the soup! She wanted him to stay next to her longer. Bee wanted to just be in his company.
The sick farmer felt a sudden surge of heat sweep through her body, her face suffused with a deep rosy tone as she realized she liked Shane. ‘Fuck.’ She thought. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.’ This was not how she wanted to make that personal discovery. Looking like a hot mess while Shane made soup in her kitchen. How attractive.
“Here is some reheated parsnip soup,” Shane announced as he set the bowl on the nightstand alongside a glass of water. “I found some frozen parsnips in your freezer and used those. And also I borrowed some tea bags from my aunt while you were asleep earlier so…I can make that for you later if you want.”
Bee nodded her head as she gingerly took the bowl from the nightstand before she took a sip from the spoon. She was pleasantly surprised at its taste, not taking Shane for the cooking type.
“It tastes good!” She spoke before taking another sip.
“You sound surprised.” Shane responded as he took a seat on a nearby chair.
“Maybe a little. I was expecting some Joja brand chicken noodle goop from the can.”
Shane chuckled. “Parsnip soup has 3 ingredients and it's not difficult to make. Jas could make that as easily as I did,” The brunette pulled out a small package from his pocket. “I also picked up some severe cold and flu medicine.”
Bee smiled after she finished the soup. “Thanks, Shane. You’re a literal life saver.”
A faint pink hue crept its way into his cheeks and he focused his gaze towards the window. “Don’t mention it. I just needed to make sure you were okay.”
She felt her face grow hot once more and focused on taking the flu medicine and drinking the glass of water Shane had provided. Her eyes glanced at the clock again and then at the retail employee. It was already 1:30 am.
“Is the couch comfortable? I don’t want you to have to walk home this late.” Bee asked. “I have extra pillows and blankets in the hallway closet.”
The older man nodded. “Your couch was fine, I took a nap on it earlier. But it’s probably best for me to go home since I’ve got an early shift tomorrow. I’ll make you a cup of hot tea first then I’ll head out.”
Shane left the room once more, leaving Bee alone with her thoughts and her runny nose.
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slowdiived · 2 years
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Uhm bestie just here thinkin abt Kurt’s s/o finding all his plans and how he was going to go on a spree kill. Like how would he react to walking in on them reading all his plans with just a frozen look on their face?!!
“yeah, my mom isn’t home so we can definitely-“
kurt immediately stops talking when he sees you on his computer, looking at a google doc that he forgot to close out of on his computer. your jaw was on the floor, your eyes brimmed with tears.
“d-don’t look at that,” he walks over and grabs the mouse from you.
you back away from him, hopping from his computer chair to the back wall of his clean room. you stared at him, arms shaking.
“why was it so detailed?” that was the only thing you could ask. “why did you have a whole section dedicated to just poisoning water bottles?”
he notices how scared you are and tries to put his hands out to comfort you, but you push him away. he steps back, eyes wide and his face full of distress.
“i wasn’t actually going to d-do any of that,” he pleaded. “i wrote that a-awhile ago before i m-met you i-“
“no,” you yelled. “no, kurt… i-i’m not your saving grace. there is something wrong with you, something deeply disturbing.”
he started crying, that was the first time he had ever heard you insult him. you had never been this mad before, the atmosphere was different from other fights.
“no! bobby and i came up-“
“really? bobby is your excuse?” you yelled. “he’s a fucking dumb kid. you are a fucking 23 year old psychopath.”
you grabbed your bag and tried to push past kurt. he tried to grab you, hold you in his arms before he knew you would inevitably leave him for good.
“no please, im good now,” he cried while struggling to contain you in his arms. “i-i’m all about love now, all thanks to you. that was the old kurt.”
“let go of me!” you yelled and finally wiggled out of his grip.
“don’t call me, don’t text me, don’t do anything. leave me alone.”
and with that you had ran out of his house to a side street to get a spree.
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liminalcobalt · 3 months
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mcytblr ask game: 1, 6, 12, 13, and/or 17? /nf
1 [where do you write?] - i use google docs 92% of the time, the other 8% is either on paper or in my phone notes app, mostly just random thoughts to put down for later. i usually have a big boi doc for full fics and then a bunch of little docs for specific scenes that cant go in the big boi for whatever reason yet (like not in order, not going to be in the final fic etc) those are also named with usually one word names, which makes my folders look- interesting (i am so good at finding my wips i promise /hj)
6 [Do you like using the mcyt multiverse as a concept?] - it depends on the fic, like for aus i dont really use, and i dont think ive ever written a fic that officially has the mcyt multiverse, but a few have had the sherbverse, cause you cant really write fable without it lol
12 [Funniest comment you've ever gotten in a piece of work?] - hmmmm lemme look through my comments rq, i know ive gotten a scam comment or two that ive had to delete. every time i get a comment they are great, i kick my little feets about them. i like it when u just comment "me when me when me when" it is silly /pos one time beck themself commented on a fic- that scared me. also anytime i get a singular smiley is silly. people have had conversations in my comment section which is also /pos but specific comments are stuff like kaas just commenting "EAR!" on forevers. and casper just commenting "oh no" in response to one of my replies on dreammaker
13 [Any segment of your work that made you cry while writing it?] - okay i cried when writing "ocean" for promptober, like actually cried, it made me feel shit. oscar and jerry the beloveds. i also cried while writing the athena and jamie scene i forevers, and i have sobbed writing quite a few unreleased chapters and scenes of dreammaker
17 [favourite dynamic to write?] - end duo, gods i love end duo they bounce off of each other so well. also i dont get to write it all that much but bestie duo is SO FUN i get to write it the most for the tavern fic but hopefully i get to write it more. ocie and chaos are also very good to write. athena and jamie are also very good, but usually when i write them it turns into soft hurt/comfort no matter what.
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softsnzstuff · 11 months
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I bring questions 🍊
Favorite fictional world?
What’s a food you want to try?
What was the last book you read?
What’s a movie you wish you could see for the first time again?
If you could have any superpower, what would it be and why?
Favorite ice cream flavor and toppings (if any)?
Do you collect anything?
Favorite candy bar?
What’s your phone case?
What’s your favorite condiment?
(I have a google doc full of questions that I use for daily polls in a server I run lmao 😭)
Hello bestie! Don’t think I forgot about you. I’ve just been pondering my answers to these amazing questions!
•Favorite Fictional world?
Okay THIS is the question I’ve been hung up on for an hour because damn.
I thought the answer was easy - wizarding world - because who doesn’t want to be a wizard?? But there’s like. So many good options here.
SO my official answer is actually Doctor Who. Which is kinda silly bc it takes place legit on earth?? But I’d just have the ability to be the companion and travel? Like the 11th Doctor IS my comfort character. He makes me feel safe. He makes me feel special and loved and that’s so silly to say out loud lmfao rip but he’s all I had when I was having a rough time like ages 13-17 and so yeah. That’s my final answer. Doctor Who reality.
•A food you want to try?
I have never tried a macaron??? And they look so good but I have no idea what to expect!? So I really want to try one I’m just scared it’ll disappoint lol.
•Last book you read?
“All This Time” by Mikki Daughtry and Rachael Lippincott
I finished it in like three hours. Ending was….something.
•A movie you wish you could see again for the first time?
Damn this is a good one. For the very first time????
“Wet, Hot, American Summer” is a contender because it’s funny as shit always, but it hit different that first time. I was on the floor laughing my ass off. Like that film? Peak comedy for real.
But if I’m going for a more serious option… maybe “Rent” (2005) or “Harry Potter”.
•What superpower would I have and why?
Listen I’ve thought about this for YEARS. Because at first it was flying and then it was invisibility and then it was telekinesis.
But like in terms of cool shit - maybe something like Wanda Maximoff where I can dream walk and make people see things or let myself see things?
•Favorite Ice Cream Flavor?
I’m usually a milkshake gal. Either classic cookies n cream with the hot fudge drizzle OR peanut butter chocolate ((but only if I’m at Baskin Robbins)).
HOWEVER if we’re talking exclusive ice cream only - it’s a tie between “Circus animal cookie” from this local shop by my house OR “chocolate malted crunch” from the Thrifty’s inside RiteAid lol
•Do you collect anything?
Too many things. I collect certain coins - mostly diff variations of the quarters. I have a display book that has all of the 50 states series. Then I have a second display book with 49/50 state national parks ((looking for that last one god dammit)) and now I’m collecting the new series of historical women!! And it’s so cool bc the George Washington on the front is a different one than the other quarters! I also have like a silver penny and some other random rare ones from the past that were gifts.
I also collect Featherly Friends birds from Target ☠️ they have me in a chokehold, what can I say?
•Fave candy bar?
Chocolate candy bar? Twix. Hands down. But candy in general I actually go for strawberry or cherry sour punch straws. 🤤
•Phone case?
Okay so this do be my mental illness but I can never ever decide on one theme or pattern for a phone case and most of the decorative ones seem flimsy?? So deadass mine is a two-toned pink otterbox case 🤣
And before this it was a two toned purple otter box case. And even before that. A two toned blue otter box case 🤡 I’m just very clumsy okay
•Fave condiment?
It’s gotta be a tie between Ketchup and Ranch - however I think ketchup is more versatile? Idk it’s pretty even but I’m usually satisfied with one of those
(Pls note. Get out of here with that Fuckin Kranch shit I don’t want that here 🤣🤣))
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My problem with sex is that I get caught up with the emotions too often, and I know if I was fluffer reader, I'd full on say I love you during a scene with Curtis or Ari or both, and just be like 😐😐😐
bestie did you peek in my google docs bc 🫡🫡 (it's reversed in this case and it's not during a scene but it's while reader does her thing...)
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tell me about your project plans so far my friend......
TY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ok i revamped it from two earlier stories there are 3 stages to the production of this project with possibly many more to come. i think this infos like necessary to understand how much this projects like in limbo. and ill tell you all about it
the joke story. in this stage the title was "the chlilds wish" (typo included. during 7th grade inside joke me and my friends (theres 4 of us) bullshitted in a messy google docs and tried to make as funny as possible (it wasnt btw But its charming and nostalgic in its own way i guess) and from there came the characters sprinkles nugget and candy jade and tree x and a bunch others. The story basically involved a lot of shitty inside jokes and also some silly self inserts we made U get the deal we were in middle school making friendships. Pictured below is nugget (green) candy (pink) and sprinkles (blue)
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2. 7-8th grade things start to get srs around this point. the title for the story @ this stage is "hazelquest". Me and my friends (3 of us now, the 4th one moved to a different class wah) are starting to come up with elaborate plots and arcs for them and we came up with a plot about the main character sprinkles and his siblings (candy + nugget) living in tihs library/house hybrid. and sprinkles on his somethingteenth birthday made a magic wish for a special quest (ALSO around this time we came up with the last name hazelquest) to prove himself and he got one somehow. and his quest was to like find the missing gemstones for this huge magic tree cause the world was like...corrupted or something and bringing the gemstones back would uncorrupt it or something. the main antagonist was the void and the antihero or villain i forgor was my bestie's oc theo. i forgot most of the plot LOL but here were some cover ideas i had
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as you can see it was a lot more fantasy based before with like magic and spells and stuff it was more urban fantasyish than it is now lol. also heres nugget candy and tree x in my very fandomy artstyle
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heres theo + the old design for the void #swell #marvelous
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around 9th grade we started getting bored of the story and we realized we were never gonna finish it so we just slowly quit LOL. Until
3. da revampening
this is the BIGGEST change by far its borderline unrecognizable when you compare it to story 1. so basically i listened to a song around 9th gradeish and i had such a moment i was like wait. i rememebr this story. so i ask my friends if they would let me take the story for my own since theyre not interested in working on it anymore and they said YES!!!!!!!!! and one of my friends pulled their characters from the story which was fine by me + my bestie gave me full rights to do whatever i want w his oc theo. So here we are rn. eventually SPRINKLES turned into MILO, CANDY turned into "soon to be renamed", NUGGET turned to my silly fucking rabbit valentine. jade turned into jaiden (whos nickname is jade and thats almost all they ever called her so theres little change there) and tree x became TRIXIE! valentine and trixie pictured below im sure youve seen them before probablu. also i dont have a name for this one yet
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and the history lessons done now #evolution so ill tell you the actual current things i have in mind so far. Literally all of this is subject to change i could be lying about any of this OR it could be the finalized ideas . Neither of us could ever know
SPACE + MAGIC (SETTING)
theres gonna be space Theres gonna be so much stars and planets and galaxy you have no idear . Im kind of lessening the magic and spells and stuff 4 this new story purely cause im just not into that kinda stuff anumore but IDK if theres gonna be minimal magic. like there might be runes and stuff but in a more astral stars galazy kind of way rather than an ancient wizards and staffs and spells kind of way. i might make it more scientific but put a lottttttt of artistic license into the science so the storys kinda magical but being ambigious abt it.
for the setting, its gonna take place in their universe's equivalent of our solar system probably? like earth and venus and saturn and mars and all of those but earths gonna be like different like the placement of the continents and culture and stuff its also present-day ish also theres some mythology and god involved somewhere. IN THIS UNIVERSE theres like this place AND group of characters called the "astral". so theres the VOID (I havent removed the void from this story because i still like it) and theres the GODHEART which is the heart of the entire universe its so HUGE and fleshy at the same time (which i think is a byproduct of this phase i had when i was 14 where i was obsessed with flesh and meat and stuff i think you were there for it). there MIIIIIIGHT be a huge universe tree in this story jic i wanna revive some of stage 2s plot but in the meantime im still thinkin abt it
2. PLOT
i dont kno 😒. i just kno that the voids the main antagonist and theo''s the antihero/villain guy. also theyre gonna find their mom at some point. most of this projects just built on random plot beats and character arcs stitched together
3. CHARACTERS
most of the characters are half baked bcus the storys half baked. But in time they will be baked . just you wait
THE WORLDLY: these characters are part of da #normalworld Which means theyre not like Part of the astral or somethink
milo constelle (he/him) - Main character. ambigiously transgender. hes smart and kinda a nerd but also bitchy but bashful and well hes just a bit reserved. hes a weird assortment of things i dont know how to describe him... he loves science and space though. i think his speech patterns like kinda dry But hes funny and sarcastic and passionate abt the things he likes so ya..............Dont know his arc but i know that when i figure out the plot his arc will come right after
valentine "val" constelle (she/they/he) - Shes So many thinsgs shes everything. her dad was a superstar and she wanted to follow in his footsteps n become talented like him (but with acting) but when he died she had a super huge identity crisis cause she based herself a lot on him and she doesnt even know who she is if not "the daughter of a superstar" and her thing with acting went downhill bcus of the state shes in (if she doesnt know WHO she is how could she act like someone shes not? yadda yadda smth like that) and he lives the rest of his life as a washed up nobody but tries not to let it show how fucking MISERABLE he is <- i think thats the most i ever talked about her that isnt Oh pathetic sopping in rain. reminder that literlaly anything im talking abt could be changed at any time though btw LOL. also i dont know how to resolve his arc but we'll get there
candace "candy" constelle (she/her) - idk. Shes super strong and super bubbly and sweet and loves pink and i know more abt her personality than i do milo's but i have got to come up with an arc for her ASAP
trixie (they/them) - theyre a trickster prankster a Little mischevious🤫!!! They are INSANELY clever and creative and resourceful and agile as fuck overall just one of my fave characters to think about. they have autism swag and have these cool little noise cancelling headphones with stickers on them whenever they get overwhelmed. Their sense of identity is rlly strong but their arc involves letting ppl help them and accepting help and talkin abt their feelinz. ive yet to work on their backstory though!
jaiden (she/ze(?)) - IDK ANYTHING ABT ZEM sobs.......
THE MEDIAL: In between the astral and the worldly
theodore "theo" infinity (he/they(?))- ANTIHERO antagonist i cant rlly decide. DURING the beginning of the story he tags along w the crew cause hes cute and silly And kinda the punching bag TBH ....... he starts off the most morally positive + kindest but gradually he builds up a resentment for them for something i forgot but what rlly gave him the push was when he met the void somehow. all of this is insanely vague apologies
flashbang (she/him) - dont know
dont know (he/him) - dont know
esther constelle (she/her) - the constelle siblings mom She got missing or something Wierd...
THE ASTRAL: So ya these are like specil little guys bcus theyre on a whole different plane of existence or something ok?
orion (they/them) - I POSTED ABOUT THEM AND THEIR BACKSTORY I THINK so basifcelly they live at the fvery very BOTTOM of the unvierse just where the universe ends and the void meets. theyre mute aswell + deaf + have this little computer bug thingie that follows them around :) And because theyre at the bottom of the universe, the mythology of the universe involves them planting stars and cultivating them until theyre ripe enough to release them into the heavens above
void (it/she) - I DONT FUCKING KNOW❗❗❗❗❗
godheart (it/its) - this Huge heart that lives in the center of the universe its so huge and big the size of like 99Solersystem man IDK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sorry this was so vague LOL i might update this from time to time who knos...................
where 2 finf more info: my toyhou.se ill update it more soon and my oc blog @constelle
also this is like a LOT for a first project so ill probably work on way way smaller projecys around this universe before i acually make this story a realitu so :3 ya.
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for the ask game! 🎵✏️💛🐶🦋 :3
AHH i completely forgot i reblogged this even though it was literally a couple hours ago. hi :3
🎵 I've been jumping so sporadically between Spotify and Youtube that I don't really remember what song I last listened too LOL. On Spotify, it was Astral Dogma by Yousei Teikoku, but on Youtube it was Glass no Step by Yura Hatsuki.
✏️ I HAVEN'T ACTUALLY which sucks because I would LOVE to. Writing is one of those hobbies that I like in theory, but feels like pulling teeth in execution. Drawing is hard, but it makes me feel satisfied afterwards, like solving a really difficult puzzle. Writing just makes my brain sad unless I'm in a really specific mood for it :) I do have like an 8,000 word google doc full of ideas for enstars fanfic that I will totally write one day... hopefully. At least little blurbs or something!
💛 I only have my ears pierced :3 but I would love to get some more one day
🐶 Cat person, 100%. I only like certain people's dogs, but I love EVERYBODY'S cats. I did form a very close bond with my sister's dog though <3 she's my bestie
🦋 THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!!!! BUT. IF I HAD TO TRY. I would say funny, humorous, and hysterical ^_^ i'm a jester i guess!
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mich i reread the urbosa faye fic again and im screaming AGAIN i love the way you write them!!!!! also i saw the chapter count went to ten?????? (was it always ten and im just dumb??) but anyway im so excited for them 😭😭😭
(also like every time i see beedle in totk i instantly think of amik. like that’s my guy!!!!!!! my bestie!!!!!!!!!)
omg thank you so much!! I switched the chapter count to ten on that fic a little after posting the very first chapter. I was outlining it and it broke out into ten nice chunks, so I decided to keep it that way for the chapter count 😆 I want to resume working on chapter three (and finish the whole fic it’s been HAUNTING me this whole time cause I love it so much) once I get some tears of the kingdom fics written!
I’m writing all of those totk wips out now, and I want to start posting them in July maybe? July 12th is the date I’m eyeballing to lift my self-imposed “exile” from posting spoilers to ao3, as it’s two months after the game’s release and I want to give enough time to my followers to finish out its amazing story before any subscriber emails or tumblr posts spoil them before they can get there 🥰 I finished the story myself like two days ago? three? and I literally havent touched the game in full since because I open it up, think about the ending, and go running to google docs instead of hunting shrines/lightroots or doing side quests 😂 the brainrot is SOOOOO REAL
so all of this to say, queenbosa chapter 3 is going to get worked on some time in July! and then hopefully posted by the end of August? I don’t know! I feel like every time I say “this fic will be posted on this day” im always late 💀 but that ten-chapter count isn’t going anywhere! these lesbians will get a completed story i promise, it’s what they deserve 😍
and beedle in totk is driving me up the wall OMG, I hit him with a zonai car the other day and he was like a brick wall, so I’m not saying the immortal beedle theory is proven buuuuuuuuut….
thank you so much for sending this!!
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i wrote like a massive rant about the way english/literature is taught in highschool (i know nothing of how it is in college and i suspect is varies from college to college) and realized that it is just simply not necessary. however i understand your pain at least a little. last year in my honors english class (there’s no ap english classes at my school) the teacher had us do worksheets on narratives with the same crap on it that i did in like 3rd grade.
i am full of spite (almost said sprite, which i haven’t had in a bit. except that one night where i tried salt and sprite) and i think i’ve learned more about literary analysis on youtube than in school. which might be a bold statement but i mean i didn’t do well in english till i started watching videos of people explaining how to write stories and ways to analyze them and stuff.
okay anyway good luck on your work and i realize this is just as unessisary as my long rant i didn’t sent so you can delete this if you wish. just sending you support and also like a solemn nod of understanding. glad to see it will not get better in any future year of school </3
hey jinx my bestie im half awake srry for response rambly yeah
LITERALLY. YEAH. it's sooooo ridiculous ive taken so many english classes that just tell me to do the same fucking busy work and i dont get what the difference is meant to be? just MORE work? thats not what we should be doing! that isnt analysis! im very passionate aobut this subject so it irks me heavily!
i dont like sprite but i do wonder what the salt and sprite experience is. and no literally i think class curriculum needs to do MORE abt teaching analysis and i think there r soooooo many amendments needed for English classrooms 2 do it. i could have done a project on it that might have actualy helped but nobody answered my god damn email so i guess that interview data just sits in my google docs now
ty my friednd <3 its ok i do love my classes next yr EXCEPT MULTIVARIABLE CALCULUS. and kind of choir I love choir but like everyone in that class except my best friend and one other girl hates me bc im a complete social recluse and kind of mean. im working on the latter one and the former well it makes me comfortable to be alone and i should allow that so long as i am not being rude abt it! constant character progression babyyy i amgetting kinder over time!!!!! but yes good luck 2 u too
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we just had our house flood with a family we're probably closest to out of everyone & like. the whole house felt so wonderfully chaotic. like. yes. hi these are my extended siblings. and we are all family & they love us even tho we're boring & we love them bc theyre just. them. and shouldnt life be like this every now and then. shouldnt your essays be interrupted bc theres a friend knocking on your bedroom door and a jump scare waiting for you from a pseudo-little brother & shouldnt meals be eaten like a jigsaw puzzle round the table, whirling and twisting for cutlery and different cheeses and bread - bread! - and we talk about scotland - scotland!!- where its full of possibility and arent ppl the best?? arent MY people the best???
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Hi hi so to avoid confusion here's the deal. URL change. hmmm-what-am-i-doing to this
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Yeah, you could say I've been thinking about them... 😶
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besties besties i love you all sm. thanks for the encouragement to just. post fics. bc i get caught behind a wall of quality & quantity & ugh. like theyre not novels, they are just silly little things. & i their silly little parent. so heres a thing. i scrolled to the bottom of my google docs & rediscovered this idea which i actually kind of love. less my execution of it but hey ho 🥰
apologies i DO have a tag list, but i just regularly forget who's actually on it. if you'd like to be, 1st off, i'll love you forever, & 2nd, i'll be SURE to keep better track of it in the future😅
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Baby Mine (Please Stay Mine)
Here on Ao3 (1496 words)
Somewhere, somehow, in another dimension, Scully keeps her children. The flashes slip across to her and tell here maybe that wasn't always the only outcome. (Or Scully sees our x files timeline in weird snippets, from her own)
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There are three children Scully feels she can claim as her own.
Mulder hovered in the periphery of some, & was rooted from the beginning in the centre of others.
She's aware not even she is a constant, a common denominator - the world would choose to chew her up & spit her out & away from them in places, and she'd try her best to trudge the weary way back - bruised, bewildered. But driven.
The day after they - all three of them - turn their backs to that hospital, she awakes to a strange dawn. The sun pauses on its way up her cheek & leaves her with the strangest sense, that time has stopped.
The air's stillness unsettles something dormant in her chest. The cool light washes her skin.
Electric terror - like she has never felt - sears through her. Every part of her is sharp & bolting upright, legs fuzzing with the cold morning.
Her footsteps, static as pinpricks, race along the carpet to the little side room; the makeshift bed on the uncovered floorboards, to the even more makeshift belonging it’s trying to replicate.
They’ll be more solid in a few months. They will.
But they can’t know this now. They won’t know it till they get there, and even so, when they are confident enough to clothe the walls in paint & patterns, and the hanging of picture frames seems to tighten their triple orbit, Scully will always feel that strange instinct, that twists her neck - has her looking over their shoulders, for something that could shake them up and apart again.
The mop of hair is still on the pillow. Scully stops, to breathe softly through the half-open doorway. But her chest is rattling with shadowy terror. No substance. But there’s something flitting around her head that’s casting it - what is it? What is it?
Her eyes search the room for a hint. Nothing.
She hears footsteps calmer than hers padding down the hallway.
What is it?
She rubs at her forehead, eyes closed.
There are footsteps stopping behind her.
And-
There! A toxic-waste green flashes on her eyelids, and she almost surges forward with the clarity of it- her neck, she had to check her neck! She had to-
There’s breath rustling her hair.
Emily! Her neck-
Mulder’s hand is firm on her back.
“Scully? What’s wrong?”
Why was she up? Why were they in the doorway like this, and what had her heart blaring like a muffled alarm - like a far far away alarm? Like an alarm through a wall - a someone-else’s warning.
She blinks.
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My #1 post of 2022
✨PSPSPSPS NICHE CORNER OF THE GHOSTBUSTERS FANDOM PSPSPSP✨
come get y'all real specific juice
i got something for ya:
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a snippet of 'what if afterlife started a teensy bit differently' - built on assumptions i made about afterlife from the trailers/early promotional material (written having seen afterlife. just bc i thought this was still an interesting idea to explore.) 💕 enjoy x
We Hardly Keep The Stars Lit
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The dark howls at their scrappy little door.
He rushes out into it in a flurry of blinking lights, and the wind has barely time to snatch him from the doorstep before he's thrown himself headlong into its arms.
She echoes him, shadowing their door frame and watching his silhouette shift in the night against all the other unusual objects out there.
She watches him with his blinking lights, with moonlight - snared and shining - in the lenses of his glasses, and thinks to herself that he could almost be a constellation, twinkling back at her from the bottom of their garden - their dejected, gadget-ridden “garden”.
A constellation - there only for the people who were looking, and never quite close enough to touch. Never quite outside the borders of myth, never quite two feet in the real world.
He shines and she watches, and makes notes, and draws shapes around, and gives names to, and tries to get closer through these things than all the others who've never cared enough to look twice. She lives the life of an observer, then. And she observes him now.
If that's what he is, he's her favourite - her favourite constellation.
He buzzes across the lawn with fixated energy entirely reserved for the obscure and the world-threatening. She can’t help it, her heart does a strange swivelling manoeuvre in her ribcage watching him riveted like this on his ‘everything’ - well, his other ‘everything’.
Stars can do that, y’know - they can burn in two directions.
And she knows, she knows, they are one - she feels his light on the two of them. Even in the old house’s creaky silence, she finds she glows with it, this knowledge - it warms the draughty fireplace and fuzzes the bare floorboards; makes everything a little softer, better, kinder; makes her backache less pronounced, her newly ill-fitting shoes and clothes and goodness knows what else entirely inconsequential.
She says, to no one in particular - has always said - there’s always been enough to stay for. There’s always been enough gold glinting through his eyes to keep her prospecting; to make up for any blisters left, like kisses, along her hands in the digging for it.
This, though, this thing that has him transfixed and dashing out into the mid-midnight- what'll this do to them? Was it going to throw her out of orbit?
Could it? If she was doing her very, very best to stand still? To cling on?
She was doing her most convincing impression of something immovable - even her lungs feel paused.
The stars were the ones clambering away over fences and disappearing into cornfields.
Calling all astrophysicists - it's a paradigm shift: galaxies can just up and leave you. The stars can fly from your living room and leave you in the dark. They can leave you standing on a rotting porch in a dressing gown with a cup of coffee that was for them anyways - caffeine's off the 'recommended' list for you.
Yes, the stars can leave their farmhouses and their coffee and their pregnant wives and say goodbye with the slight brush of their astral fingertips at the base of your spine, falling from their station at your waist.
Tumbling from your mutual trajectory.
She’s seen things like this before. They both have. It’s everything they’ve always done, and everything they’ve ever known, but these past few times around, when the meter’s woken up to blink at them, and maybe he’s shot proton beams across the view from their back porch, she’s shivered. It’s felt like intrusion and she’s watched, breathing past a tiny lump in her throat. It’s felt final.
This feels more than that: it feels world-ending. But she’s not saying that. She’s not saying anything. Because it’s just a feeling. Ain’t it?
Besides.
He’s too far to hear.
She rationalises. Everything feels more on-the-brink when you sleep under a ceiling with cracks like theirs, and have to watch for gaps in the banister on your way down past a dining room whose faltering table looks to have been swallowed entirely by loose wires and old books and endless manuscripts. This place is holding them out. As in, holding them out, hanging from an ancient rope - as in, holding them out, over a precipice, with their weight in the weary hands of chance and metaphorical metaphysical twine. And, of course, it might hold - they might be just fine, they might be just fine, the world might implode, they might be just fine.
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Thank you Aabria for my LIFE.
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I come bearing HQ photos from the CR panel at SDCC! They are watermarked because yes I got them from Getty Images but they're too pretty not to share.
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Since Geek & Sundry's website now directs to Nerdist's site I thought it would be smart to go on a deep dive in the Wayback Machine to grab some stuff from G&S so it doesn't disappear. I couldn't have done this without my Bestie and Shame Pit Roomie, she knows who she is.
@mysticalspiders has already done a great post for the Vox Machina playlists, especially as the relate to The Legend of Vox Machina so check out that post here!!
This Google Doc contains the liner notes and playlist links for all of the Sagas of Sundry: Madness character playlists and for GM Ivan van Norman's playlist which is for both Sagas of Sundry: Madness and Dread.
This Google Doc contains the Ask Vax Machina column which was featured on G&S's website during c1
This Google Doc contains the original story that Laura Bailey wrote about how Vex'ahlia originally came to have Trinket the Bear.
I also have plans to finish transcribing the cast interviews that were also featured during c1 on the G&S website.
If anyone can think of anything else from the old days that needs to be archived from G&S please let me know!!
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My #1 post of 2022
Sam posted a few shots of himself, Liam and Marisha in "The Dead Zone" from Thursday's episode.
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thelemoncoffee · 1 year
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Can you give a detailed summary of everyone's personality?
detailed? no, summary yes
1: Zenko Nao (Furry) -He's perpetually tired, but still manages to be dorky -Insanely passionate about their hobby as a furry, which is how it ended up becoming his ultimate in the first place -They try hard to be extroverted, but due to having paranoia issues and the stress of being internet famous getting to him, they tend to be more introverted than he'd like to be -Very smart, but not where it counts -Prefers to snack all day instead of eating full meals
2: Hibiki Naomi (Poet) -Has really bad depression and prefers to be left alone.... no one ever leaves him alone tho -He's also quiet, really sassy, and hasn't the fuckest clue how to hold a normal conversation -Carries around the notebook he writes all his poems in and looks at anyone who tries to touch said book with murder in his one visible eye. -Due to a mixture of sensory issues and trauma, he cannot stand loud noises and will get overwhelmed by them -Despite this, he somehow manages to become best friends with Neiro.... a talkative drummer.
3: Yoshiko Kie (Geologist) -She comes off as shy and is easily spooked, but the moment you get her going she's a mean ass bitch. -She's like gasslight, gatekeep, girlboss but hidden under a veil that has a striking resemblance to Fluttershy -One of the least developed characters rn -She goes by Iko
4: Fumiko Umemoto (VA) -Another under developed character, but even less than Iko -She's a petty jerk who loves to snark, i still need to give her a not negative trait -She's also a walking reference dispenser and has a seemingly bottomless backpack or props she uses to aid in doing character impressions
5: Kazuhiko Ichigo (Surfer) -A laid back guy who is sounds and acts high, but has never done drugs of any kind, he's just naturally like that -So chill his aura calms others down, is entirely unaware of this -He's pretty selfless, and has a track record of saving fellow surfers before the lifeguards can. -He has no intent to be a hero of any kind and even hates being called one, but ends up frequently seen as one due to his impulse to help -i don't remember why this one is here but on the google doc i have my notes on, there's a bullet point under Kazuhiko's section that just says "mariocart"... so uh... mariocart?
6: Daiki Dekiru (Traceur) -Very much a dumbass, both in the stupid way and in the chaotic way -Peek himbo. stupid, strong, and very sweet -Loud and impulsive, makes you wonder how he hadn't killed himself doing something dumb prior to the killing game -he also has zero filter, as in not only does he say whats on his mind- but he also would share his credit card info unprompted -I got one acronym for you: ADHD
7: Ellodie (Hatter) -She's a walking Alice In Wonderland reference -She's openly very weird and presents herself as chipper, but also if you push her just right she can become super eerie -She'll talk your ears off if you aren't careful, but unlike Daiki she is excellent at withholding information -Queen of nonsense, but also super smart and has a knack for using her nonsense to make sense -Advocate for being yourself despite what anyone thinks, absolutly does not believe in the concept of cringe and actually takes being calls cringe as a complement- to her it's a sign she's doing a great job at openly being herself -MOST DEVELOPED CHARACTER!! i've worked so very hard on her and i love her so -Also she's the obligatory foreign kid, shes's from the British countryside. she tries to not use British slang as to not confused her peers but it does slip on occasion
8: Neiro Shibata (Drummer) -Resident "cool big sister" archetype -She's a bit emotional and cares deeply for people she sees are struggling (why she's besties with Hibiki)  -She also tries to be respectful but struggles a bit some times due to that aforementioned emotional-ness, she sometimes says stuff an back tracks when she realizes it upset someone -Uses her drumming as a way to vent her emotions
9: Jun Hanako (???) -Man of few words, he talks mostly in short sentences and lacks any kind of emotion in his voice -Don't let his voice fool you tho, he's a pretty happy guy, he just shows emotion in other ways -He's pretty hardworking and a big neat freak, if the others won't clean something up, he'll go behind them and take care of it -He is pretty secretive though, doesn't share much about himself and what he does say is so basic it feels like you haven't learned anything
10: Chiba Ayame (Hacker) -Protag's assistant/best friend -The straightman of the group, she actively hates when people cut the fool and wants things to be taken more seriously -Blunt as fuck, will tell you the fuck off and hurt your feelings if it means getting her point across -Resents people who can put their honest selves out there and not get hurt (despises Ellodie the most) -Wants to be seen as normal -Hacking is a guilty pleasure of hers, she has no clue how it ended up becoming her ultimate
11: Takao Hagiwara (Swindler) -Loud and totally oblivious to it -Has anger issues and a sass problem, but also is all bark and no bite. will cuss someone out but the second they get pissed enough to take a swing he runs off screaming -Very street smart, everything else... not so much -Will act on his intrusive thoughts if someone doesn't keep an eye on him -god forbid you give him a lighter
12: Masaki Jiro (Astrologist) -Protag!! -He's a bit of a mess, he wants to be on good terms with everyone but is also bad at communicating cause he's a bit of a shut in -Generally cheerful, but does have a mean streak in him that he's trying to work on controlling -Nervous panics, will spiral if someone doesn't intervene -Clumsy and tries to act like he isn't, he'll trip then try to continue what he was doing like he didn't just almost eat shit
13: Kasai Koyo (Lucky Student) -Underdeveloped as hell -Mom friend with the patience of a saint, it's hard to get her pisses off be even when you do she'll suppress the fuck out of it -She has the desire to help others but always feels out of place wherever she goes, being surrounded by ultimates makes this actively worse -Ironically enough, despite being the ult lucky student, she does not believe in luck, karma, fate, or anything akin in nature
14: Kobe Katsumi (Film Artist) -Do you by chance know Reggie Belafonte from Surfs Up? -Cause this man is just Reggie but human -Obnoxiously loud and showbizz-y, kinda sleazy -He's always trying to make things sound more amazing than they are, especially the things he likes -And contrast, he'll do everything he can to burn an idea to the ground if he doesn't like it -Every theater kid stereotype bundled into one shitbag -Also tries to pretend like he's more important than he is
15: Asuka Seo (Pilot) -Underdeveloped as shit -He comes off as snobbish due to how uptight and bitter he is -Dude's actually just super dead inside and wants to be left the fuck alone -Cares more about logic than feelings (cough cough trauma cough) -Do not try to provoke, you will regret it
16: Ohara Susumu (Toy Maker) -Just as huggable and sweet as the toys she makes -Very neutral in a "whatever works for you" kind of way, she'd rather do things others want to do instead of adding in her own suggestions -Has no real friends, her first ever plushie she made (Bridget, the cat plushie) is her best friend -Self sacrificial, if it benefits someone else she'll do it regardless of how uncomfy she is, she doesn't realize this isn't healthy behavior tho and simply calls it "my way of being kind" -gets anxious when people ask her about herself cause she isn't sure how to respond
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zipperzoo · 2 years
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11, 13, 23 !
(Ngl I chose at random because I got overwhelmed 😂)
No worries bestie! also THANK YOU for sending an ask anyway! <3
11: Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?
Oh I never write in order, when I write in order I tend to abandon stuff- for Fight to Make it Up, I started off in the middle. I just get scene ideas and shuffle the order around!
13: Do you listen to music while you write?  If yes, what have you been listening to recently?
YEP! I put on a song on full volume and just brain dump onto google docs, been listening tooooooo these bad boys on loop:
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23: Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?
Its a draw between the beginning and the end being the hardest. I maladaptive day dream a lot of scenarios and only recently bothered to write/ note them down making the middle the easiest! My google docs are a mess...
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rosenallies · 10 months
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This kind of goes with my earlier ask about Nat calming down Jane. But I had sort of a personal hc about their wedding. So they planned that winter wedding together for a year or so and throughout the process I think Jane take on the role of bridezilla just to make sure everything goes perfectly for Nat. Day of they get super overwhelmed and Nat has to calm them down. I wanted to make this one of my little stories but I got lazy and never finished it (my bad bestie)
Never apologize for being lazy and not finishing something- me, someone with 28373626 unfinished prompts in my Google docs 😭
I can def envision this tho, everyone expects Nat to be the more bridezilla of the two but it turns out it’s totally Jane bc she wants it to be perfect for Nattie 🥺 you’re not supposed to see your partner on your wedding day before the actual event but they absolutely have to see each other bc Jane is freaking out so bad. Since Jane’s parents are Bad™️ they’re not invited and Nat’s parents go back and forth between the two helping them get ready and eventually Kendall comes in and is like u rlly need to talk to them before they have a full meltdown 😭 Nat’s all in her dress running down the hallway to get to her janey
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