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authortobenamedlater · 8 months
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As Samwise Gamgee would put it: “Well, I’m back.” 
Has it been a week? I can’t remember if I took off Tuesday or Wednesday. Close enough to a week. But I just had to go to Urgent Care and get treated for an almost-third-degree burn. Dishwasher elements get hot. Who knew? And I feel like coming back to our beloved hellsite after that.
I made some progress on a few long overdue projects around the house. Still don’t know what’s happening with Mr’s job schedule or mine which is a little maddening. Found the Swedish embroidery kit my mother-in-law gave me a couple of years ago in the back of Bum Bum’s closet.
I didn’t write as much as I wanted to but I did read a fair bit of The Flood, on which I have thoughts I will post eventually. Watched a lot of TNG. Tried to go to bed early. Succeeded about half the time LOL.
I’ll be more a controlled burst than spray and pray style of Tumblr presence for awhile yet. The house still needs. Um. A lot of attention 🤣🤣 So do my kids. And Mr. And me, honestly.
I needed the respite but missed you all. Catching up on everything I missed.
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quarantined-fics · 6 months
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almost had a heart attack because i saw FaT is now by orphan_account !!
i just started reading it so thank you for not completely deleting, i do intend to continue what has been written. but whatever reason you may have had, i completely respect it and appreciate your willingness to orphan rather than delete. i hope you wont be leaving townsville all together though. your writing is phenomenal, i cant believe im just discovering your work now. i wanted to know if you have plans to continue your other fics.
and more importantly, i wanted to ask how YOU are doing. such a huge decision made me wonder if you were doing well. i truly hope all is good. lots of love 🤍
hi dearie!! first of all i should let you know how this message warmed my heart, thank you for your kind words♡
i've wanted to address orphaning FaT since i did it, but never seemed to find the strength to do it, nor the words to express why i did it/how i feel about it. now seems to be the perfect time.
there are many reasons why i orphaned the fic, most of which i'm not fully comfortable sharing online. however, i feel like a proper explanation is overdue.
you may have noticed the updates since i started writing and posting it are scarce and far-inbetween. outside of my fandom life, many things have happened and affected both my mental and physical health.
i'm sad to admit that this fanfic has gone from being an outlet and a great help to my offline stress, to becoming associated with that stress. loss of inspiration was a major factor - i began feeling like i've written myself into a wall, and writing it had begun to feel like a chore. most days i was lucky to add even a sentence to another chapter. writing it used to be fun.
another factor was the amount of research i did for it. the topics i decided to cover within the fanfic back when i started it are heavy and deserve detailed research and proper representation (neither of which i ever felt were enough in my work). though i don't think i explicitly misrepresented those topics (keyword: think - i was and still am very open to criticism), i put a big amount of weight on myself in trying to be accurate and inoffensive. i'm not saying it’s difficult to be inoffensive, i'm saying i felt inadequate to write about the issues i've never personally experienced in fanfic form, no matter how much research i did. and there is nothing wrong with writing outside of your experience. what is wrong is the amount of stress (and somewhat subconscious guilt) i put on myself in order to satisfy my overwhelming perfectionism.
in truth, part of me wanted to orphan (or sometimes, even delete) FaT for a long while, i just thought i would have finished the project by then and let it go upon completion. now that i did it, i'm slowly feeling the pressure i put on myself dissipate. i did it what i had to do for myself, albeit with a heavy heart.
i don't think i will ever return to FaT, but i can assure you i'm not leaving Townsville. the PPG fandom, the entire community, has been nothing but wonderful the whole time i've spent here, and i wouldn't let it go for the world. i just hope you can forgive me for abandoning this massive project, and embrace the other fics i am working on.
as for how i'm doing, things are looking up. having given up on continuing FaT, i've dedicated myself to The Princess and the Pirate, which brings me much more joy in being creative and writing what i've always loved - fantasy. other than that, i've made some awesome new friends, and enthusiastically entered my 3rd year of college.
thank you for your kindness and support ♡ i hope you enjoy what's left of FaT, as well as other fics of mine and of my lovely fandom friends'.
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whimsy-of-the-stars · 24 days
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whimsy-of-the-stars: a writeblr re-re-intro!
hey guys, it’s been a minute! I’m whimsy-of-the-stars, and since my main projects have kinda shifted around, I thought it would be a good time to update my intro! ngl it’s a pretty inopportune time to do a re-intro, since I’m close to the end of one draft and planning two more… it’s just overdue!
some info about me:
I’m gonna start college in the fall majoring in English with a concentration in Creative Writing! :D
learning languages is a passion of mine! I’m focusing on Spanish right now but I’ve dabbled in both Esperanto and Toki Pona (yeah I’m a nerd!)
I’m a video essay enjoyer and possibly maker, eventually
fiction podcasts and actual plays slap???
I have “I want to do too many things” disease and want to try making stories in many different mediums!
ttrpgs are really cool but I have yet to play them with other people! does that stop me from trying to make games… no
elements I like to write: Found family! Chosen ones (+ the subversion of)! Big Emotion™️! Organized crime (idk why it doesn’t leave me alone)! Gay people, of course!
genres I like to write (YA and middle grade): high fantasy, low fantasy, different -punk stuff, sci fi maybe, superheroes, fairy-tale esque, romance, coming of age
I also write poetry! You can find it in this tag: whimsy of the poetry
ALSO, I did DraftDash in January 2024, which was fun but I did end up petering out halfway thru. Follow my journey in the tag draftdash!
ok, now onto wips!
I am in a weird stage with a lot of my wips, but a re-intro was overdue so I decided to do it anyway!
wips I am currently writing:
apocalypse story!
status: first draft, 24k (almost done with part 1)
the basics: mg/ya apocalyptic + queer ?coming of age? story and its sequel, except they’re both short so they’re melded into one two-part book! it’s told thru diary entries with lots of extra ephemera glued in! part 1 of 2 is ALMOST done but I’m not inspired to finish it rn! ! I’m not gonna continue with part 2 right after, though, since I still need to plan it!
summary: stressed-out eighth/grader Allison goes to her old hideout in the forest to decompress, but one thing leads to another and she can’t find her way back home. the forest is seemingly ever-expanding, ever-changing, and even when she finds her friends who’ve come to rescue her, they still have to face the actual, real life botanical apocalypse that’s becoming more and more of an issue for the outside world. can they find their way home alive and well? and if they do get home, what will their home city even look like?
extras: fun fact I started this in April 2023 for camp nano and it has taken me this long to write the next 10k words! Also the main character is a bit of a self-insert, but of the person I was in lockdown in 2020!
um. That’s it for wips I’m currently writing rn lol
wips I am “revitalizing”:
(aka taking old drafts/concepts and turning them nice and new!)
Both of these have existed in different-ish iterations for years, however I am currently in the weird process of developing both of these into all-new things from an existing groundwork! Neither of them currently have “statuses” because it’s hard to explain where exactly I am right now!
heist story!
the basics: ya fantasy heist novel (maybe eventually a trilogy?) set in a faerie world that rapidly advanced not too long ago into a dieselpunk/decopunk society rife with corruption and crime!
summary: Logical and inquisitive teen Calliope is relatively normal. Her offbeat parents, however, have raised her in a house full of strange curios and old tomes of faery stories. But only when she starts to exhibit unwieldy shadow magic, and her parents invite a prim woman she’s never met before into their home do things really start to get strange. The woman whisks Calliope away through one of the aforementioned curios to a noir hubworld where ancient faerie bloodlines and newfangled magitech collide. Why? To take part in a high-stakes heist with a surprising trio of other teens who want nothing more than to take down the crime boss who runs their town.
extras: this one’s a weird one imo. it’s one of the oldest wips that I am still working on, tho this one had a break of about 3 years!!! also I originally wrote it in hot pink comic sans XD
new superhero story!
(I am also revitalizing this one, but it’s in a way less put-together state! not much to say yet lol!) (also it’s not very new I just call it that)
it’s a ya superhero thing that features teenage (often queer) antiheroes trying to balance their heroic + civilian identities!
featuring: the shittiest entertainment/hero management company you’ve ever seen, shared trauma, gray morality, two different rock bands, and heroes that are at once government agents, influencers, and corporate concoctions!
considering making a “help me name my characters” post because i desperately have to name/rename like 3/4 of all of these characters!!!
more ideas I have bouncing around:
(lightning round!)
old ya romance wip i need to revitalize about two teens enter a competition to make a demo album and end up falling in love in the process (also they’re lesbians XD)
offbeat, ya supernatural + historical fantasy about a girl university student who is buried alive, and upon getting rescued, starts to transform into a strange underworld creature. also features a cute gravedigger :D
a musical about standardized testing (yeah lol) that’s goofy and queer and explores how seniors + juniors are so freaking stressed out all the time lol
that’s all folks! :D
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donnerpartyofone · 9 months
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I got up and decided that today I would start the week on a good foot by going to get some vitamins that we ran out of, which would give me some exercise, and then I'd come home and write (an overdue project) for the second half of the day. I put on contact lenses so I could wear sunglasses and also see things, which I hadn't done in a long time and I noticed that just looking at my phone through them gave me motion sickness, but for some moronic reason I filled my bag with things to read and write on and left, only to wonder later why I was dumb enough to give myself so much useless shit to schlep around. I had been walking for about an hour when I realized I forgot my wallet. I realized this because I had worn my newly repaired shoes and they were wearing blisters in both my feet, and sometimes there's a bandaid in my wallet because I'm such a fucking disaster, but I hadn't had the brains to make sure I had bandaids this time. I got angry with myself and headed home to change my shoes, put on bandaids, pick up my wallet, and start over. Half way home I fucking walked into a store and tried to fucking buy something despite that fact that I shouldn't be spending any money AND the whole point of this part of the journey was getting my wallet. I was so embarrassed that I made the person hold the item for me while I promised to come back instead of just saying SORRY NEVERMIND like I should have. I got home, grabbed my wallet, put on bandaids, changed my shoes, and went back to the store. Immediately both bandaids wadded themselves up into little sweaty dirty garbage pebbles that ground themselves into the open sores on my feet. I bought my stupid thing and thought that I didn't want to go home because I don't want anyone to look at me or talk to me at this point, but I ran into my husband who asked me to pick up coffee for him while he lugged our laundry around. I did this (the only positive thing I have accomplished all day), vaguely explained to him that I could not get us our vitamins because I'm just not competent to do something like that, and went back out, failing to replace the unsanitary bandaid tumbleweeds in my shoes. I had also forgotten to take out my contacts, which I wound up doing in a grimy bar bathroom while trying not to cry. I got a beer for lunch and thought about how even if I go home now, I won't be able to set up my work and do enough refocusing and warmup shit in order to make real progress on anything important. I won't have time to do anything other than clean the kitchen in order to (barely) earn the food that someone else has to cook for me because every time I try to contribute to our meals it leaves us both disgusted and hungry. None of these mistakes of mine are dramatic, but they are relentless and over days and weeks and years they develop the cumulative impact of a tsunami. Being stupid and incompetent can literally take years off your life, if you can never get past step one then you can never do anything of value. This is my every day, and every time someone tries to diagnose my various crimes as innocent aberrant mistakes I have to say THEN WHY IS EVERY DAY LIKE THIS and then they get to dismiss me like I'm not worth hearing from because society treats depressed people like we're either pathological liars or completely detached from reality. This repeated experience has made me paranoid as well as depressed and now I live like some conspiracy theorist desperately cataloging my every mistake on an obscure blog as if some day I will get the opportunity to show someone all my documentation and they'll be forced to admit that only I am the expert on my own life and I actually have a right to my feelings. Unfortunately, even a beautiful day like today will not turn out to be that day.
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GOOD MORNING, LIKERS!!! How was your #fourthofjuly? I found mine to be full of revelations. Not just limited to #fireworks. ;)
I know I'm trying to keep my mood #still. Not to mention focused. So with that in mind...it's time, you all!!! And by that I mean EDITING, TYPING, and WRITING.
EDITING. Well, this past week has found me working on new #Teasers. Not much, but every little thing counts after all. And for what teasers I've done so far for my latest #darkenverse story, those could be found pinned to the top of the wall at www.facebook.com/darkenverse .
So...more coming. ;)
TYPING. I was #pushing myself.
My main focus this week had been typing.
I had been typing up the last 100 pages of HOW THE OTHER HALF LIVES in 10 to 20 pages blocks. Sometimes it was fun. Sometimes it was slow as heck. Other times it felt therapeutic. Then again, given those last few chapters really hit a little too close to home for me, I also felt my #nerves flinching a bit.
In any case, I felt like I was off of my deadline for myself already...especially if HOW THE OTHER HALF LIVES was going to go through its editing/rewrite process.
So I was #adamant. This week, I was finishing my typing. Moreso because I knew my work schedule was about to be brutal. So I expected to be done by the end of the weekend.
53 pages to go.
Tick, tock...
WRITING. Nothing like sitting at the pier at #sunset. lol.
To be fair, I was getting waaaaay too restless since I've been done writing HOW THE OTHER HALF LIVES. While I kinda enjoyed that slow period after it, it was time to get back to writing again. And for me that was a trip back to the Darkenverse. Goodness knew I could tell my characters missed me.
There was the Darkenverse project that I was currently working on. So I sat at the pier and continued on it, as the sun fell behind the #clouds. In the wings, I still had to do more research for the settings on DARKENED SOUL: THE BREAKING OF CIRCLES. And that had a looooot of research that I knew that I had to do...long overdue in fact. And then there was Book 4 in my DARKENED series.
But #fornow...I was back to writing. And looked forward to each session this week. :)
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renee-writer · 2 years
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Accidentally Roomies Chapter 36
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She tries to prepare herself. Working in the A&E, she has seen a few cancer patients. Mostly those needing rehydrated from the vomiting caused by their treatments. But she hasn’t seen a child. To be visiting her sister, meeting her for the first time on a pediatric cancer room, it is a lot. Jamie’s hand in hers helps a lot. Knowing that Uncle Lamb is right behind them, talking to Henry and Julia, also does.
He had been right furious. “I’ve a baby niece that is sick with cancer that I knew nothing about. You only got in contact with Claire because you need her bone marrow!”
“It wasn’t the only reason brother.”
“Bollocks it wasn’t ! She will help because she is a caring, loving lass. But, as for myself, I can’t see forgiveness for this.
Jamie had remained quiet. He feels the same rage but knows someone has to remain calm for Claire. When they get back to his car and he helps her in, she breaks down. Shaking and whimpering. He holds her, rubbing her back. “I know. I know babe. It is bloody awful. What I said about you being brave, you’re a million times braver then you were when you walked in there. What do you need from me?”
She stills after a few minutes. Catching her raged breath, she had replied, “Stay by my side as long as I ask you too.”
“Done.”
Now they walk towards Faith’s room. She isn’t sure if she will need him inside. It might be better if she is alone. She knows how she doesn’t want, the two behind her. She had made it clear when they entered. “I will meet her without you.”
“But Claire, we need to introduce you.” Julia pleads.
“Does she know I exist?”
“Yes, we have told her.” Henry replies.
“Wonderful. Then I am perfectly capable of making introductions myself.”
Now they stand, a door down from hers. Claire takes a deep breath. “You can do this, mo ghrá.”
She smiles at him. “Yes I can. Would you wait here with Uncle Lamb and them? We can introduce you both later.”
“Of course.” He gently kisses her and Uncle Lamb hugs her.
“I am mighty proud of you.”
She takes another deep breath and opens the door. Faith lays on her side, a colorful kerchief on her head. She looks up at the entry. “Hi.”
“Hi Faith. I am Claire, your sister.”
“Oh mammy and daddy said you may be coming.” Claire fully enters. She still sees herself in the lass despite her pallor and baldness.
“I will be here from now on. I want to help.” She takes a seat beside her.
“With bone marrow? Mine is sick.”
“I know love. Yes, we are going to see if mine can fix yours.”
“Good. Claire, I am glad you here. I have always wanted a sister.” Claire restrains her rage. She had one, this entire time.
“I am too. So, what are some things you want to do with your sister?”
She brightens up a bit. “Oh, play make-up, hairstyle, oh,” Her hand goes to her bald head. “well maybe later.”
“Later for sure. But we can do makeup. And nails. I do good nails.” She holds hers out to show her.
“Oh pretty!”
“I have some polish in my purse. Would you like me to do yours?”
“Oh yes please.”
She paints her fingernails and toenails. They bond, a bond long overdue.
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benefits1986 · 5 months
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Lego Love on a Weekday
Monday. 23.10.23. I was on a legit high from the UP-Ateneo game last Sunday and honestly, I dragged myself to our HQ. Traffic was considerably light so, that's a plus point. There was a slated team building and as always, I came without expectation. What caught me off guard and pleasantly surprised me was that this team building involved Lego and dominoes. Lego is my childhood toy of choice alongside my BMX bike. Of course, I was on game on mode and got a decent score of 4 out 5. I was in a group where 2 were ex-team mates, 1 current team mate but from a different sub-unit and another team mate from a different department but we considerably closely collaborate. In my four years in my current org, this is probably my favorite team building activity. Yup, it takes quite a while to get my RBF interested, but here we are. The organizers were the same ones last year; so again, this is a pleasant way to jumpstart Monday before my long overdue mega leave, too. It's also something worthwhile since we're in full convergence mode! What I'd like to keep are some mental notes I can go back to a year or so from now in line with my Project Road to 40 and Outta MNL. Tribes are stronger than a lone wolf. Human beings are meant to socialize in order to survive and theoretically evolve. As a lone wolf trying to veer away from my trust issues, this is a WIP may be ad infinitum-ish. LOL. Ayoko mag-commit, so let's leave at that. While winning the game is the obvious end, it's how you play it that matters most. Been a goal-driven bitch with no surrender for over more than two decades, so, I like winning, a lot. I have to come clean that winning is my drug of choice. Well, it still is. But losing does not mean you don't win at times. It's me in my era of choosing my battles. Ready na talaga tayo for mature roles. HAHAHHAHAHAHA. Alam mo 'yung gigil na gigil ako yday sa tallest Lego in 3 minutes tapos, hirit nung second place is: Dapat manalo ako dito dahil nilalaro namin ito ng anak ko. At that time, my heart leaped and while I kept piling the blocks, hindi ko na pinatibay 'yung foundation. OKKKK. FINNEEE. I will give this guy his win. LOLLOLL. Obviously, I am winning at that time and I can easily beat the shit out of him, but sigeeeee. This is me being the bigger person. And yes, Lego gets me... always. Shemay. Entering my dalisay state of mind na ba talaga itoooo? I can imagine mother dragon breathing down my neck again and telling me to keep up with being dalisay kasi dream niya sa akin 'yun.
Teamwork makes the dream work hard and come to life faster. Easier said than done because it takes more than a tribe to build. Back in my start up era, I've learned the painful lessons of not giving a fuck in the name of winning. SIGH. This era allowed me to see that strengths come with weaknesses, especially mine. A team is always dynamic and diverse. This is where I slowly embraced that everyone, including me has a scope and a limit. It's always a buy one, take all kind of thing. While I still am learning the ropes of building a culture in my new team, I can say that teamwork is the secret sauce in any project.
Saying go and no is essential. I remember so well that when I had a 1 on 1 with my junior, I asked for feedback. Initially, he said, everything is going well and that he's is able to enjoy his wellness leaves. I actually prohibited him to work during his breaks because I believe that doing so is counter-productive and a mortal sin, even. Previously, he's been taking leaves to focus on his unfinished tasks. I asked again saying that: Hindi naman puwedeng walang area for improvement. So, please, indulge me. He paused for quite a while and I looked at him straight in the eye as I came closer to him. LOL. He said that he worries about me quite a bit because I seem to be stepping on the gas too much. He wonders why I haven't taken a wellness leave since I moved to our team. Na-dale ako ng junior ko. He said that I should take a break soon. Ergo, eto na nga po ang mega leave natin kaso may dumating na namang paganap. Nanganak na naman po tayo ng collabs. End of sharing. Saka na, 'pag natawid na. I often catch myself resisting the urge to be back to my workaholic era. LOL. It's too tempting, HOWEVER, we won't indulge all the way. Saktong tikim-tikim lang like me right now. :D It's 2:45 AM MNL and I'm off to tick some items off my to-do list. My plausible alibi: I'm on leave starting the 27th and will be back after the long weekend. LOLOLOLLOLLOLLOLL. Fair enough, ain't it? Ain't it?
Your moral compass brings home the bacon and breaks the legs of your opponents. The thing is, moral compass is a rarity these days. I guess that this is one of the most precious lessons that I got from mother dragon and my second dad. Though my sins are scarlet, I try my best to hang on dearly to my core's Polaris. Again, never an easy journey and this mindset brought me down the dumps and 12 feet below the ground at times. But, I'm not budging. As Steve Jobs says: You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. True that. So true. HOWEVER, as you move forward, you ought to bring with you the wisdom, the lesson, the questions. Also, you won't be able to move forward without facing your past traumas, biases and whatnots. EME. Ang aga-aga na naman po; but, just making habol stuff I'd delegate. Speaking of delegation, as a recovering lone wolf and in the name of character arc development, here I am in yet another social experiment. HUHUHUHUHU. Eto na ako sa era ng delegation doused with inception. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. As an ex-Type 4, nasa integration na yata ako Type 8 and 2. LOLOLLOLL. Hindi siya madali as in. Pero I've learned to be as grounded as I can lalo kapag may very strong resistance. Dati, I usually bulldoze my way to the goal. SHEMAY. Sarap e. Gets the job done right away na, I get to build my skyway pa. However, it's usually a skyway to hell. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I guess, I thrive in neutralizing conflicts talaga pero ngayon, may compassion and lambing na ako, even when ayaw ko talaga na I don't get things my way. Ang aga na naman pong pasavogue ito, pero game na. Let's slay more dragons and put the babies to sleep because, this is another day, shall we?
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sci-fiworlds · 1 year
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A Sci-Fi Worlds Interview with Scott Burditt, Webmaster of Doomwatch.org
Created by Cybermen co-creators Kit Pedler and Gerry Davis, Doomwatch is a largely forgotten cult hit that deserves better. The series centred around a scientific government agency (Doomwatch) responsible for investigating and combating new ecological and technological hazards to mankind. The groups' leader, Doctor Spencer Quist, riddled with guilt for his part in the Manhattan Project and the creation of the Atomic Bomb.
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Richard Thomas: First things first, thank you so much for giving the BoA readers the time to answer these questions. I'm a big fan of Doomwatch and I'm sure that, after reading this, many of our readers will be too, so it's really appreciated.
I first heard of Doomwatch because of its connection to Doctor Who and a few years ago I was lucky enough to win a pirate DVD box set on eBay with all the existing episodes. What most impressed me about the series was that it wasn't so much Science Fiction as Science Fact: raising legitimate concerns about the dangers posed by unregulated developments in technology. With the advent of the internet, genetic engineering and stem cell research are problems that have only gotten more dangerous since the series went off the air.
How did you first become a fan of Doomwatch and why do you think the series is still so fondly remembered today, despite the fact that the BBC haven't released all the surviving episodes on DVD yet and there haven't been any reruns in years?
Scott Burditt: I first became a fan of the series in 2004. A friend of mine at the time had VHS copies of a series he thought I might like. I watched The Plastic Eaters and The Red Sky episodes over a couple of bottles of red wine and loved them (and the wine as well!). Always a good way to introduce someone to the series, I think. From that point onwards, I was hooked. I am lucky enough to have the UK Gold repeats of the programme and I even have the infamous untransmitted episode Sex and Violence. The show only ran for three series in the early 70's, so I am not surprised if people ask, "Doomwatch, what's that?" Those that did see it the first time round, never really forgot it. It achieved impressive ratings for it's first season as it really captured the public's imagination, capturing the fears of potential scientific disasters in the face of progress. It's a fascinating series and is fondly remembered for it's opening episode where a plastic eating virus causes a plane to melt in mid-flight and crash, shortly followed by another potentially fatal flight for Doomwatch's new recruit Toby Wren (played by the frighteningly young Robert Powell) who introduces us to the world of Doomwatch perfectly.
Richard Thomas: There are very few Doomwatch sites on the web and the few there are seem to be in a state of decay, so it was a pleasure to find yours. How did the website first come about and is there anything you're particularly proud of?
Scott Burditt: I set up the website for two reasons: the first was my shared frustration with yourself that there didn't seem to be an up to date website and the second is that I felt that a central location for discovering the series while being able to share views and opinions with others was long overdue. The BBC's Doctor Who is quite rightly well served on the internet and I felt something similar to the sites that fans have built for that series should also be done for this classic BBC TV series. Doomwatch.org is my first ever website and I was determined to build a new community for such an important series. I am most proud of the support I have received since the site was built. A lot of good people have come forward and helped me make this happen and hopefully new people will discover the series and also inquire as to why the BBC have not released it as yet on DVD.
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Richard Thomas: Looking back on it, I think my personal favourite episode has to be In The Dark starring Patrick Troughton (the second Doctor) as a man trying to cheat death forever using technology. Sadly, though, he gradually loses his humanity, piece by piece, as he becomes more and more machine, becoming little more than a human head on top of a box of tricks. What is your favourite episode or moment from the series and why? Also do you have a favourite actor from the series?
Scott Burditt: Yes, In the Dark shows a frightening potential future in which people could end up, basically, as Cybermen. My favourite episode is The Web of Fear. The episodes opens with two minister's sweating in a sauna, how's that for a shocking start! The episode follows the outbreak of Yellow fever, spread by hundreds of blue coloured spiders carrying the disease. The scene where Ridge produces a feather duster to clear away cobwebs and the spiders in order to affect a rescue attempt of a fellow scientist is sheer class. Simon Oates (Doctor John Ridge) is on top form in this story. Ridge is definitely my favourite character in the series and it is so sad that he died earlier this year. His humour and personality, not forgetting his eye for the ladies proves to lighten the tone in the episodes he features in.
Richard Thomas: Sadly, like the black and white episodes of Doctor Who, most of Doomwatch was lost during the infamous BBC tape purges of the 1960s and 1970s. However, all is not lost as missing episodes of Doctor Who turn up from time to time. If you could pick one lost episode from each of the three seasons of Doomwatch to be found, which would they be and why?
Scott Burditt: From Season One, I think many Doomwatch fans would agree that the return of Survival Code would be most welcome! Mainly to fully appreciate the final episode of the season and the somewhat explosive departure of Robert Powell. Season Two is thankfully complete but a UK 625 line version of The Web of Fear would be nice, as good as NTSC to PAL conversion is you can't hope to match the original format. Season Three is a tough one, but I would choose Cause of Death, as this is potentially one of the most touching episodes of the much maligned Season 3, featuring the death of Ridge's father.
Richard Thomas: The creators of Doomwatch Kit Pedlar and Gerry Davis were, of course, also the original creators of the iconic Cybermen of Doctor Who. Personally, I'm a little concerned by what is called 'Transhumanism,' a growing movement advocating upgrading the human race via genetic engineering and similar advances in technology.
It's still a very long way off but I think there needs to be some kind of international law banning the creation of a Trans or Post-human (basically a Cyberman) as well as strong laws limiting the use of the technologies involved. What do you think Doctor Quist's thoughts on the matter would be?
Scott Burditt: This is a fascinating subject. I think, as a scientist, Quist would be fascinated with the concept, but he would be appalled with any execution of it. I am sure he would argue that nature and evolution should ultimately be allowed to decide man's future development. For a start, where do you draw the line? Would only the rich be the benefactors from this? Human's would effectively would make themselves extinct as a species. Kit Pedler thought up the Cybermen, one Summer, when he was out relaxing in the garden and I am sure no one would want to foresee a future where we live as cold unfeeling machines.
Richard Thomas: 'Transhumanism' might be a good topic for a revived series. Back in 1999, Channel Five tried to revive Doomwatch with a TV movie. Why do you think they failed and, if you were writing the pilot for a new series, what would you do different?
Scott Burditt: I think the Channel 5 TV Movie was a missed opportunity. The central plot concerning a man-made black hole was never going to connect with the audience in the same way that stories about drugs, surveillance technology or subliminal messaging did (and still do today). Although exploring the potential dangers in providing an alternative cheap source of power is very Doomwatch. Despite its decent production values and effective and eery music the story is quite frustratingly muddled and never really bothers to introduce the characters properly, so you end up not caring about them. You never get the sense that they are working as a team either. Some aspects, such as the talking super computer with Angels on strings completely jar with the viewer. I am currently working on a new story for the fanzine with our new writer Grant Foxon, where I have devised a new fan fiction story called The Plastic Rain, which is a direct sequel to Doomwatch's premier story, The Plastic Eaters. In it we see Adam (Our fictional son) of Spencer Quist following his father's footsteps despite a rocky start to his life and eventually the reformation of Doomwatch following the use of the Plastic Eating Virus by eco-terrorists. The story and contents are subject to change, but this is the main premise. Hopefully lots of scenes of melting aircraft, cars and bank cards will feature prominently as the virus accidentally affects members of the public during one of the attacks on government and corporate greed.
Richard Thomas: The original series certainly didn't suffer from a lack of original ideas: plastic eating viruses that can reduce an aeroplane to liquid muck, genetically modified rats that can outsmart a human being, and a plague carrying spiders with Yellow fever venom. What scenarios do you think could most effectively be reused for any revived series and do you have any ideas of your own for possible new ones?
Scott Burditt: There are simply loads, open up any newspaper, they are all there in the open, ready to use! Doomwatch lives on in print and on the internet. The news in general loves downbeat doom and disaster stories, so obviously the public must do too!
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Scott Burditt: I think a new Doomwatch night on BBC4 would be fantastic. An updated documentary would be welcome and, even if they couldn't, stretch to a new episode of Doomwatch. I believe they could make a new story from the memories and recollections of Dr. Fay Chantry (featuring Jean Trend), possibly telling Adam Quist (our fictional son of Doctor Spencer Quist) of his fathers exploits and heroism, which would feature sections of the series seen as flashbacks. I will ask BBC4, but I suspect the answer will be no. The DVD release of the series has been mooted since 2006 and it still hasn't been scheduled. Apparently some research work has been done for a potential DVD release, but there are still some issues holding up a release.
Richard Thomas: Whatever the BBC plans are, I know you're planning to celebrate Doomwatch's 40th in style. How is work on the fanzine going and what are some of the things you have planned already?
Scott Burditt: As I mentioned before, "The Plastic Rain" will feature heavily. I am a great believer in fresh new content. As far as I know there has never been a fanzine produced for the series and I hope to provide a high quality glossy product that will also be available to order from the website. I will add interviews and stories as they are fed to me. It's quite exciting stuff!
Richard Thomas: Thanks again Scott. Tell our readers where they can find your website and get your forthcoming fanzine? It might be a good idea to let any potential writers for the fanzine know how to contact you too.
Scott Burditt: The website can be found at www.doomwatch.org If anyone would like to contribute to the fanzine or the website, you can contact me directly at [email protected] or personally at [email protected] I will post up the information on the fanzine nearing it's completion date (should be ready for February 2010 in time for the 40th Anniversary) I hope people enjoy finding out about this fascinating series.
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not me sending you a long ass message and Tumblr deleting it halfway through, I... am going to try again with the advent of morning.
but first of all, I just wanted to say that I am very sad to hear that you got some troubling news about your family, and if there is anything that can be done, please let us know! I am not that good at comforting and I don't want to be a snooper, but take care of yourself and sending you all the positive vibes I can muster.
and also small ramble to maybe take off your mind: since today started as a very stressful morning, I might have gone through the Aemond and Patch tag (again. I swear I am not a stalker!), as the best way to ease stress is to read about this grumpy blonde and his adorable puppy.
I noticed that you mentioned 'Novecento' by Bertolucci and I can totally see Aemond wanting to see it (I'd also fall asleep on it) but the reason why I know it is that I studied his father who was a poet and his writing is very interesting even more in the study of rhythm and it also takes into account a lot of the countryside life also portrayed by his son in his movie.
all of this to say, imagine: Aemond with a s/o who has interests that somehow aligns with his own for cinema (like a s/o who is a literature major or a musically talented) and at first, he doesn't notice it but they have their own way of perceiving the movie and their own take in their elements and it's so interesting and insightful.
plus once he notices they are trying to get to know him, better through his interest for movies, he tries to do the same for their own areas of interest and he is so happy when he makes them fluster + makes their eyes glimmer (if anybody got out of their way to learn about my interests, I'd just... crumble).
(also I am definitely checking out 'Don't Look Now' as it is based on a Daphne du Maurier short story and I have been aching to read more of hers since I have read 'Rebecca'!)
alright, with this being said, have a lovely day!
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Thank you so much for your support dear, I really appreciate it! right now it's just a matter of waiting to see what will happen and there's not much I can do. I do hope everything will be okay though.
Omg no totally go through that tag as many times as you like!!! I'm very flattered to know a silly creation of mine helps with the stress and it makes me super happy knowing someone revisits my work (the Patch posts or other fics) I know I do feel super soft every time someone brings Patch up! Sometimes I'm legit mad he isn't real.
Oh my gossssh I gotta admit I haven't really watched Novecento completely! I got the dvd super cheap (I collect dvds) when I was going through my Bob De Niro phase lmao. I knew it was a long ass movie but I was like, idc I'm totally gonna watch this, and just couldn't. So when looking at my dvd shelf with Aemond in mind, I was like, what's the longest, most pretencious sounding freaking movie ever that I have?
THAT KIND OF RC IS EVERYTHING and ngl that's what I have in mind every time I write for Aemond (me 100% projecting that I'm a fine arts major that loves movies, and I do the same with the rest of my blorbos alskdjflkadsjlkfj) so YES YES YES. I do love the trope of opposites attraction but honestly I'm such a sucker for characters coming together and bonding over the passion for their respective interests they have in common.
Also, I love Don't Look Now! but I saw it a whileeeee ago so a re-watch is overdue! if you watch it I would love to know your thoughts on it!
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empiricalparty · 1 year
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overdue brain overflow
hello good sir, 
Writing you a letter has been on my list for simply too long so I must do it even though I can’t promise content of any real value. In any case, I hope you are doing well and that everything you are hoping for, happens. 
Big fan of the workshops zinedabaad has been doing along with the toilet sign instagram!! You are always an inspo and I would put you on my vision board if I had one. 
I’m at quite a new and interesting place in life right now, or that’s how it feels. I’m living a life I never could have imagined for myself and of course that is GR8 but now after the initial high of actually being paid to do non standard things for about a year or so and being my own main boss, I find myself asking a few questions. The first is just quite simply, how do I even attempt to present or quantify what I have been doing? How do I prove that I am someone who knows how to do things? I am trying to build a portfolio, but as with all things that centre around myself this is a big challenge. It’s also difficult because I have to go back to the other question of what am I even seeking now. Making a list of things I have done made me more sad than proud because seeing them written as just a little list doesn’t at all capture the time, energy, and love that went into most of them. Where do you put that? How do I show that, that is actually what I’m good at and have experience with? How do I highlight process and not results? How do I build on what I have done and do I even need to? Now that I have things I’m proud of, how do I make sure people see them (and me!) for what they are? Was also wondering what this was like for you while applying for Masters? It feels funny to me to do this without a template, format, or guide from any institution. This portfolio is my oyster and all that.
After asking 288264 questions after claiming it was just 1, we are on to the second question. If everything has been done before, what is there to be done? Does it matter if someone else has done something similar if you do your own version in your own space? I feel both disheartened and excited when I see other people doing work that’s similar to mine. I’m excited to see what they’ve done, how they approached it, and everything else, but it also makes me think well I may as well quit then right? It’s already out there. I really want to work with food and facebook groups. But everyone is working with food, everyone has stories about food. How do I find the ones that haven’t been told yet and should I even? Once side food project Gijs and I are working on from the Spring is eating seasonal vegetables in the Netherlands but cooking them by modifiying Indian recipes. Maybe that’s the only way to do something new, have it be inherently linked to me and my specific background and situation. We’ll see how it goes! Here’s another cool project that reminds me of all the mapping I have been doing across my projects and makes me ask the question of is there a point in me doing what I’m doing when it has already been done.
https://www.subjectiveeditions.org/atlases/p/subjective-atlas-of-amsterdam
I know these are both quite standard questions but for the first time i’m approaching them not in a state of panic and desperation and that’s making it almost harder to figure out what my next steps should be. The options are endless! So for the first time in a long time I really need to think in a biiit longer term way, what do I want to be doing? Maybe work as a cook in a cafe? Maybe go back to interactive tech and work at my own pace with it? Maybe learn some new skills? Maybe start a new big community project? Maybe apply for a grant for a research ish project? Maybe just make some money somehow?Who knows? 
I’m feeling optimistic, intimidated, but also confident that it’ll be something cool, just don’t know what it is yet. 
How have you been? How do you engage with these questions? What are you most looking forward to? 
Sending love to all!!
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devops-dot-gay · 1 year
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Moving Forwards
Hi everyone, Michal here. I'd like to first say this from the bottom of my heart, that providing a sustainable internet and providing for others is a huge passion of mine, one that I will never give up.
So much of what I do and have done in the past stems from what I can do for others, and that will never change.
Things change, however, and as a project starts it must, one day, end.
I'm announcing 2 big things today. One of these is that I am, for the time being, stepping down from my role of Project Lead at Crystal Linux. This is not planned to be a permanent move as it stands right now, however it is one that is long overdue and something I need for my mental health and my well-being. Everything will continue to run smoothly, and I'll still pop in to do anything that needs to be done to push out our December stable release.
The second announcement (one I've already made recently) is the sunsetting of the tar.black project. I've grown so much from everything I've learnt during the project and everything the project has done for me, however due to many factors (some which have already been discussed) I feel I can no longer provide a reliable service to myself or others.
tar.black meant a lot to me, and still will. I am trusting a good friend of mine (Nick) to continue its legacy, and I will be transferring to him the tar.black domain. I trust that he will continue providing a fantastic selfhosted service that will continue to serve many users to come!
Thank you all for the time taken reading this, and as I always say,
So long, and thanks for all the fish! 🎣
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Sick of Sitting at My House
Something always reminds me. Lately all I think of is you and I have been spending virtual time with you every minute I can. Being goofs, sharing perspective, and working together. I’ve loved every minute. That’s the kind of person you don’t want to lose in your life. The kind that does just that and can keep you up talking till the sun rises. These people are rare and come in all forms, but when you meet them you certainly never forget them. 
This was the case with you, and right now, I can’t help but wonder what you’re thinking as the chat tells me your typing. The anticipation alone makes my heart stop. I know what you say, but what do you mean and how more importantly, do you feel. How can we feel together? All I want to do now is be your purpose and to work together on commonality.
I can’t help but feel the same from you, from everything. After just a few days or hours of separation, I’m left here inseparable from a piece of technology to communicate with you. Your life’s work and mine are very similar in projects, but neither of us seem to care. We bond over it, often comes to me in a melody.
“Do you want to build a roboottt? or code our AI around a cloud? I think some kubernetes is overdue. I’ve even started 3D printing haptics” That’s Frozen for the non-Disney people.
Needless this May 25th I can’t help but tell you how much and how fast I have grown to care about this particular person. I wanted to share because you were right the other night at 2 AM. I did keep you waiting for a little too long by about a decade. 
Well, I’m here. I can be yours if you’ll have me and I think you will. I don’t know how or why, I just know how you make me feel. Like I said in the start, that’s rare, and for me, it’s not the talking, but the fact you and I seem to be happy. Like we just are, in each moment.
I wasn’t looking for anything and you probably weren’t either...lol, I didn’t knowww. Either way, the things and experiences in common are unreal and I long for your companionship. These endless nights and days are eternal in such a way that makes me grow impatient, yet hopeful. It’s a good impatience because it’s like every time that there's
a message
a notification
a join in zoom
an event
anything
I forgot everything and you somehow you become my whole world. I live a full life, but somehow we make time for each other. By the way this is the sentence on 5/3/2022 that did it for me:
“ But then you could say that there was an observer for the whole event. Because for all you know, the cat is already dead and you observed it's death, although not by viewing the cat itself. However, you did watch the box it was contained in. You could see the box shift box and forth as if something moves around. And you also watch the box lie silently on the platform, as if there was no life within it to begin with. As for bonds per atom, you also have to consider the quarks and which pairs are contributing to the bond. “ - You
“Yes the whole event, probably more than one. The cat's state wasn't important it was the fact it had the either or option based on radioactivity. What is this death, linear thinking has no room in science, nor motion because this is just the superposition. Yeah the quirks, fucking quirks, they were already bonded! So now you want to change Strong Forces, crazy talk. sdf kf;jkndsa\” - Me
It was at that moment that I realized you more that liked me and we had like developed our own language, we couldn’t focus any longer without flirting, going from existentialism to physics I believe. You really had me at Camus. That’s neither here nor there. 
To the reader, this probably seems like nothing, but to me at the right time on the right night with the right person, stupid little efforts like this make a difference and more importantly illustrates a friendship not found often anymore. 
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Another WIP of mine. Larry Mullen Jr. & Bono of U2. I actually want to draw the whole band, so... Adam Clayton and The Edge coming soon!
(I hope everything works out the way I want it to, and that it will actually look good 🤞🏻)
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asteristories · 3 years
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The future of Nevermoore and this blog
(This isn’t an abandoning announcement don’t worry! 😅)
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Adding current demo link for ease of access since I’m going to pin this post
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But I’d recommend that you guys wait until the reboot to check the demo out because right now it feels very clunky and cringe, and the new version is looking a whole lot better haha. 
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Alright...I’ve been meaning to make this for a while now but I kept blanking on what to say. So I hope these thoughts(tm) I’ve ended up forcing out of my head would make enough sense for you all haha. Apologies in advance for the wall of text.
When I started with this IF project of mine, I will admit that I rushed into it. It was my mistake for being too excited and not giving this a proper plan. I had the plot idea of course, but I’m more so talking about me not putting more care into organizing a blog, or even with the demo. I had shared the first iteration of the demo on the COG forum with only an incomplete prologue for crying out loud.  
And because of these things, I felt like it reflected on Nevermoore’s quality during its development. Like, I could never give you guys the content you deserve because I kept going back to edit chapter 1. But at the same time really I’m super grateful for your patience as I did that since I did want the demo to be as best as I can make it.
Decent progress has been for the next update, by the way. I just finished on my edits/restructuring of chapter 1, and will now move on to chapter 2 which will probably see the biggest changes. For those who weren’t aware, I will be combining most of what I had planned for ch3 into ch2 so you’ll at least get to see some new stuff when the update goes live!
And speaking of the update...I’ve been thinking of giving Nevermoore a new start through this. Yes, I know that I sort of did that already with the ch1 rewrite a few months back, but I want an actual fresh start this time. 
What do I mean by that? Well an ‘official’ proper dev blog for one thing. When the update draws nearer, I will be creating a sideblog that will be Nevermoore focused only (Nevermoore-IF is the name I’m leaning towards). With that blog, that is where I’ll also create the long-overdue intro post and put more effort into answering asks.
As for this blog aka @asteristories, I’m probably going to just turn this into a personal where I reblog other authors IFs, writing tips/advice, and maybe even share some of my art and non-IF writing among other things! There are a lot of old asks here, and many of them have been retconned by now. But for the ones that aren’t, I will either reblog them into the new blog or recreate them in a text post haha. (Oof the number of times I say the word ‘blog’...)
There’s other stuff I’d like to get done for NM as well, so to put it simply, this is what you should expect when Nevermoore undergoes its new cycle (like a Phoenix rising from it’s nonexistant ashes sksksksjkl)
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I also considered in making a Ko-Fi, but I’ve decided not to worry about that just yet until I have all of these out for you guys first!
Thank you all everyone if you made it this far! And if you have any questions regarding anything I just said with this admittedly big announcement, feel free to let me know!
I love and appreciate each and everyone of my followers and readers, thank you all again for your continuous support and for sticking with me even through all of my rewriting nonsense 💖
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shivada-jade · 3 years
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Timing (5)
main pairings: albedo x reader sucrose x reader
➡ mentions: diluc, venti, aether, paimon warning(s): usage of alcohol bc we're at angel's share
you can find timing's masterlist here!
notes: this has been long overdue! here you go bWAAH
Diluc watches a bard glide into his tavern like he owns the place. The Ragnvindr raises a brow, placing a wine glass back into a cupboard.
"Venti," he says, picking up another glass, polishing it. "Are you here to pay back your tabs?"
"Ah, Master Diluc!" The boy in green laughs nervously, "Oh, what a pleasant surprise, but of course I wouldn't dream to have your bills jeopardized."
The door of the tavern chimes, signaling another customer is there. Aether places his hands on his knees, heaving for breath and Paimon floats in, hitting Aether's head lightly, "I GOT YOU NOW."
Venti whistles and casually sides himself next to the traveler and wraps an arm around him, "Aether here, will be delighted to pay for my tab."
Paimon gasps and takes the hat off Venti's head. "No! We didn't come here to do that!" She flips to Aether, helping him up, "Tell him why we're here, Aether!"
The tavern owner wipes his hand on a cloth and leans forward on the counter, curious. The glass windows and colourful bottles filter the sunlight from behind the man. Colours reflect to Diluc, making him look like some sort of rainbow Angel.
Aether inhales, now standing up normally. "Lately, I've been getting a lot of commissions to gather Wolfhook for remedies, and whenever I ask what it's for they always say how it's like they..." He trails off, not knowing the best way to put it.
Dliuc clears his throat, watching Venti attempt to steal another bottle of wine. He quickly grabs the bottle from Venti's hand, who sulks sitting at the very right side of the counter.
"Like they think they have thing obnoxious sound in their head," Diluc finishes for Aether. "And when they try to remember what, it hurts them more."
Aether's head perks up, "Master Diluc, do you have these too?"
Diluc looks up, thinking. "...Yes, but it has mostly been the drunkard Knights that have been telling me these stories whilst I work here."
He breathes in sharply, "Those no use for good Knights come here more often since two years ago, which coincidentally is the disappearance of someone from the Investigation Team. I always assumed it was because that person had a huge impact on them, but when I questioned them, they don't even know the name of the missing person."
Paimon makes a face, "You sure have been doing a lot of research."
"If even the Knights are having troubles with only themselves, how would Mondstadt be protected?"
"Right! So," Venti quips. "Getting to the point. I also have been trouble remembering these... things, but one thing's for certain! The things I can't remember always leads me to this lovely tavern. Truly, the answer is under these curtains."
Paimon furrows her brows, scanning around the tavern for curtains. "There are no curtains here."
"Eheh~ It's a metaphor for, what's hiding in store!"
Diluc adjusts his gloves. "I have to admit, I do understand what you mean with the remembering and forgetting," he comments. "But what is it that you propose I do? What does this tavern have to do with anything?"
"Has there been any other... strange things going on?" Paimon floats, tilted forward. "Aether would als-"
The fae turns to Aether, only now realizing he disappeared from her side. "Aether?" She hovers over the boy's shoulder when finding him.
He stands in front of the door, observing the scratches- some new and some old. Venti hops off the stool he sits on and saunters to his friends, signaling Diluc to follow.
Aether's fingers trace the marks on the door and turns to the owner of the tavern. "Master Diluc, can I ask how long had Angel's Share been standing? When was it first built?"
Diluc ponders, scratching his chin a bit, then answering, "A few hundred years, give or take. It's been preserved well."
Aether's hand lifts from the door. "Then how is this old marking foreshadowing us meeting here?" His golden eyes scan over the names written on the door. Deep engravings, yet faded out edges let him figure it's been hundreds of years.
He looks over the words, or names on the door. "Diluc, Aether, Paimon, Venti, Albedo, Sucrose. By the time the first four meet, the other two will arrive because they're smart like that. Please, help me. There are barely any resources here. Things are yet to be mined or built."
Venti collapses again, clutching his head. He winces, looking up with one eye and waving his worried peers. "It's alright I just-" he takes a moment to pause. He grins, "I think I know who the mystery person in my memory is."
"It's just..." He tries to stand, but his knees fail him. "Remembering them changes many things."
Diluc looks to Aether, wondering if he had answers, but the blonde only shook his head, supporting Venti with his shoulder and placing him on a chair.
Paimon is still distracted by the carvings on the door. She floats closer. Her eyes are observing the door very closely. "It says Albedo and Sucrose a-"
The door flings Paimon to the cupboard Diluc puts the mugs and glass in. "gAH?!"
Albedo and Sucrose stand in front of the opened door. They both seem to be searching something and their eyes land on Diluc. Sucrose sighs in relief and pushes her glasses up to the bridge of her nose.
"Master Diluc," She says meekly, taking a thick book out of the bag she carries.
"Sucrose and I require your assistance in one of our projects." Albedo finishes for the girl before nodding to the others beside the Ragnvindr, acknowledging their presence. "I hope you can aid us."
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Your hands are clasped in front of yourself, trying to contain your emotions. After meeting a Ragnvindr, you thought you were getting somewhere. As someone who knows the arts of science, you thought all you needed was to see a familiar presence in Mondstadt, so you searched the nobles, knowing how long they've spent in Mond.
You did not in fact gather inspiration, nor answers to getting back home, but you did befriend a wealthy aristocrat who, despite not believing your time-travel story, decided to help fund your research to going back to your time after helping him out with the latest project called "Angel's Share."
You sighed, taking a bite out of an apple while watching a few of Angel's Share's first customers. Looking around, Mondstadt still had that sort of look from the future, but everything is new and shiny. Everything is newly built.
You've been here for two years, and from those two years you watched Mondstadt quickly finish the last few touches to the city you know. It was a strange experience to say the least.
When you had first known you time traveled, you hadn't realized it until you waltzed into Favonius Headquarters and a guard seized you. You kicked and punched the guard, claiming you were one of the members of the Investigation Team but they looked at you like you were crazy. You stopped hitting them, and thought back to how the guard does not look like anyone you knew.
You asked him what year it was and the guard made a face. He grabbed your wrist harshly and was about to throw you down until a boy in green threw an apple at his head.
The green boy clutched his hat and sent a push of wind towards the guard, making him unconscious.
"Venti?"
The boy froze, and slowly turned towards you. "Goodness gracious! Haha, that is right! I must be getting popular these days for you to recognize my face." He exclaimed with a bow and a tip of his hat.
You tilted your head. You cautiously walked close to inspect his face. "But we just had wine the other day? What're you..."
Your eyes snapped to your hands then back to his teal eyes. "Are you really Venti?"
The boy lifted his cape from right to left, picking out details. "I'm sure I am he, for what else could my name be?"
"Ah.. right." You said partially scared. "Venti, do you know who I am?"
Venti placed a finger in the air, "You know... I have vision from Barbatos himself. It allows me to know if the winds of a person are new and old, but yours..." He circled you, thinking. "You have the presence of my own wind though I've never met you. How strange."
"Well I mean- we just drank together yesterday so-"
Shouts and yells came from inside the Favonius Headquarters. Venti's eyes widened, reaching for you and ran to Mondstadt's central market and hid behind a box of crates. He shushed you, pointing to the guards asking for someone wearing green.
"Darn it! Looks like I'm a wanted fugitive again."
"Again?"
Venti frowned, looking at you, "Did I say 'again?' You make me say strange things. Well then!" He brushed the feeling off and flipped his cape inside out so he wore white instead of green. "The guards said a boy with a green cloak, but now I have a white cloak!"
"Wow, they'll never catch you now."
Venti grinned, "So... Even if you have Mondstadt's winds lingering on your clothes, I can't say I've seen you around- I should know, because this is where I'm bound."
Your lips parted a bit, still not catching on. "But Venti, we just went for drinks yesterday before I went back to camping in Dragonspine."
Venti squinted his eyes, "EHH??"
"Unless..." You muttered, thinking of the events that happened. You look at the statue of Barbatos far in the distance, then look at the boy in front of you.
"Barbatos," you said loud enough for only the two of you to hear.
To most people, it would seem nothing out of the ordinary happened, but you weren't most people. You worked with a few of the Captains of The Knights of Favonius. It is required to have a perceptive eye, (When you didn't catch on things as fast, Albedo would simply guide you to the right direction with a little mumble. Maybe he'd pull a few jabs, but it's all in good fun.) and when you whispered the archon's name, you note the way Venti makes a face. His eyes dart and he turned more giggly. He whistled like he hadn't heard what you just said.
You put two and two together and you realized that you've been friends with the Anemo Archon.
You slap a hand on your face. Shock runs up your body- not because Venti was the Anemo Archon, but because you were too slow on figuring it out.
"Archons- Venti? You're him?" You knit your brows pointing at the statue of him far away.
"Ehe~ you caught me," he held his hands up in surrender. "But how did you ever know?"
You thought back, excited. "Venti, you don't know this, but future you talked to me a day ago about my time travel thing, and it worked."
...
But of course, that was two years ago. You hadn't been exited about your discovery of time travel since then.
(part 6)
notes: crying sm venti's so hard to write like how would he react to stuff if he does or doesnt know like do i say he does know or doest ugh time travelling is so confusing especially if you're friends with the anemo archon
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hey!! could i get a nagito x tired!reader oneshot where the reader hasn't slept for awhile and komaeda is trying to make them sleep?
Mod Mikan: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! Schoolwork has been piling up and I want a good job in the future. Thank you for your patience, darling, it means a lot :) And I’m so sorry if the ending is rushed, I really wanted to get this out for you, and I was a bit distracted. I’m really sorry, please forgive me! 
(Y/D/J): Your dream job 
(F/C): Favorite Candy
"Oh, you’re the ultimate (Y/T)?! Wow, that’s amazing! It must be so much fun having an astonishing talent like that!” 
That’s barely scratching the tip of the iceberg
I loved my talent. I really did. Without the skills that I possessed, even before Hope Peak’s academy, I wouldn’t be where I am today. Back in high school, it was safe to say that my professors and classmates helped developed and shape my abilities even more. Now, I work as a(n) (Y/D/J). While my job had it perks, the word ‘fun’ wouldn’t really be the right word to describe it
In my opinion, I’d rather use to the term ‘grueling’ 
My long-term boyfriend, Nagito, claims that my talent was gifted from heaven since birth. He even called me his ‘angel of hope’ since I believed I was a gift from heaven bested upon him as his ‘ultimate good luck’. While that was an exaggeration, it was also only partially true. I loved to believe that I’ve always had my passion for (Y/T), however my hard-work and determination also played a major aspect in my success
Despite my high work-ethic and strive for perfection, I was nothing more than human. After a few months working in my dream job, I started to feel the after effects of the tiring tasks that was dumped on my already heavy schedule
Racking my brain from these thoughts, I let out a heavy exhale, turning my house key into the lock. I entered my shared house with my boyfriend, tossing my keys onto the foyer table. With the literal kick of taking off my heels, I threw my cross-bag onto the couch as soon as my fatigue eyes fell upon it. Oh, how I wouldn’t give to take even a five minute nap on it. In anyone’s eyes, it just looked like a fuzzy, beige couch. But it was a bed made of clouds in my worn-out brain. I ran a hand through my (H/C) locks, a sour expression forming on my face
When was the last time I actual had a proper night of sleep? 
I moved away from the living room, making my way into my home office. As much as I wanted to at least try to get some shut eye, I was still knee deep in work. Nagito didn’t work, due to his mental health. He was usually home almost all the time, either taking care of the cleaning or chores. Today was one of the rare nights he wasn’t home. I focused my weary orbs onto a note stuck onto the fridge, messily written in blue ink
Hajime needed some help with something, so if I’m not home when you come back, you know why. I’m sorry I didn’t text you, it was an urgent call. I hope you understand, my beloved hope. I’ll be back as soon as I can. I love you so much, angel girl! XOXO
-Nagito 
A sigh escaped my pink lips, as I treaded towards my home office. I practically melted into the cushioned seat of my desk chair, wanting to sleep right there, right then. But I knew I still had assignments to catch up on, along with overdue paperwork that was waiting to be faxed to the office. An annoyed click of my tongue fell after the drained sigh I just let out, as I poked my finger at my computer monitor, waiting for it to load 
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2:41 am
My dearest apologizes for not emailing this sooner to you, Mr. Grant. I was finishing up another project I had, but I managed to squeeze some time to inform you that the papers you needed filled out are done. I will be sending you the rest in three to five business days. In the meantime, I hope that what I have attached will suffice. Please let me know if--
“(Y/N)?” 
My swivel chair squeaked, as I felt the seat turn around with a swift motion of a hand that was not my own. I eyes were ripped from the incomplete email that was meant for my boss. Instead, my eyes were forced to see my pale skinned boyfriend that was standing in front of me. His eyes were filled with worried, all of his usual cheerfulness drained from them. He extended a hand of concern towards me, a box of (F/C) tucked underneath the other one
“Huh? N-Nagito? Welcome back. Is everything okay with Hajime? You were out pretty late,” I crooked out, my voice getting more sapped by every passing minute. He nodded, placing the candies onto my office desk, but quickly turned his attention back to me. He placed a gentle hand onto my shoulder, closing a few inches of space between us 
“There was an emergency, but everything is fine now, darling. But...I’m not so sure, seeing your state. You look exhausted,” He frowned, making me look down. My gaze from the floor only lasted a split second, as I pair of skinny fingers lifted my chin to look at Nagito’s green orbs again 
“(Y/N), when was the last time you slept? Be honest with me,” He softly demanded, forcing me to come clean. Nagito was no fool. He was more observant and intelligent than the average person, regardless of how much he speaks down about himself. There was no point in lying in a failed attempt to make him feel better
“A good....three....to five.....business days.....” I scowled, crossing my arms. Nagito let out a long exhale, however something about it just made me more mortified with myself. It was the kind of ‘disappointed, overprotective’ spouse sigh. He turned to me with his upset expression, making my heart slowly break 
“Why didn’t you tell me, (Y/N)?” He asked me, prying even more hidden information from me. With another suspire, laced with a hint of self-irritation, I unraveled what has been flooding my sleep-deprived mind to my long-term boyfriend
“I just.....want to be hopeful...the angel of hope like you always tell me that I am...” I weakly smiled at him, but knew that it wasn’t the best time to paint a thin coat of fake happiness to this pathetic condition. My meek beam was replaced with my previous scowl
“Everyone always thinks that my job is...’fun’ and I’m so lucky to have it. I didn’t want to look weak, asking people for help....or....or even telling someone I can’t take it....I can take it, Nagito. Really.....I just don’t want to disappoint anyone that believes in me...including you,” I finished, huffing at the end. I was a successful in hiding the tears that were begging my eyes to let them out. But I didn’t allow it
Be strong, (Y/N). Be strong.....
It was no secret that Nagito was huge on compliments. He was my number one supporter in everything I did. He praised all my efforts, believed in me more than anyone else, and showered me with affection and love, even if I lost a personal battle. He was a bit hypocritical, wanting to focus on building my own self-confidence rather than his, but besides that he was the perfect, loving boyfriend. Still, every time he cheered me up and managed to put a smile on my face....I couldn’t help but feel like the most loved person in the world. After all these years....all his efforts, despite him confessing he wasn’t the best at comforting others, made my heart flutter
After all, his beloved hope was feeling despair? Not on his watch! 
So this didn’t surprise me
“(Y/N), my darling angel....don’t fuss over this. I mean...you need despair to feel hope,” He began to speak. He took this opportunity to tenderly grab my hand, pulling me from my chair. I thought he was going to lead me to our bedroom, but instead the hand that pulled me closer to him wrapped around my back. He closed the space between us, practically slamming me into his lanky figure. With his other hand, he wrapped it around my legs, scooping me up bridal style
“N-Nagito?! I know I’m tired, but I can walk myself!” I requested from him, raising my voice as loud as I could. However, due to my fatigue, my ‘yelling’ voice was nothing above a normal speaking tone, as Nagito still carried me to the bed, a smirk plastered on his handsome face. I rolled my eyes, but wrapped my arms around his neck
He laid me down on our bed, crouching down to my height. He still kept his cheeky grin on his face, crossing his arms. I couldn’t help but smile myself, knowing that Nagito had the cutest plans to make his angel feel better when they were down in the dumps 
“Now, let me bring that hope back inside you. Shall I prepare some Chamomile tea with a plate of (F/C)? When I was coming home from Hajime’s, I noticed the 24 hour store only had one box left of them,” He admitted, provoking a pink colored blush on my cheeks. It was so like Nagito to do something like that, always thinking about what his lover would want
I couldn’t just say ‘yes’ without gushing about how lucky I was to have this man in my life. I just nodded, squeaking out a small ‘thank you’ filled with an endearing amount of affection. He smiled gently at me, kissing my forehead before draping our blanket around my body, leaving the room. I hugged the sheets close to my body, waiting for the marshmallow haired man to come back. Upon returning with the tea and plate of candies, he took his side of bed and handed me the treats. After I was done with the snacks and warm beverage, Nagito took them from me, setting the dirty cup and plate on the dresser on his side. Before I could even express my gratitude towards Nagito, he wrapped his arms around my once again, pulling me close to him. I felt our bodies rock back and forth, as he snuggled his head on top of mine
I could tell Nagito wanted cuddles and to whisper sweet nothings in my ear.....
At least that’s what he wanted to do for me. He just shushed me every time I tried to thank him for taking good care of me. He stroked my hair tenderly whispering to me “You don’t need to thank you, angel. I’ll do anything to see that smile” and “I love you so much, my hope. You just relax, I got you,” He warm breath hit my face, making me feel cozy inside. He cradled me back in forth, singing softly. He was never confident in his singing skills (or anything he did), but I absolutely adored it. After I heard his voice die down after several minutes of staying like this, I yawned one last time for the night, feeling my fatigue take over my body. I was in a much more comfortable position, in my lover’s arms, as I dozed off into sleep
I could’ve sworn that Nagito smiled softly, his hand never stopping the journey of roaming through my (H/C) locks. I felt another kiss being pressed onto my forehead and something along the lines of this filled my ears before I was out like a light 
“Sweet dreams, my hope. I love you so much....” 
Bonus: 
“What the hell is this?!” Your boss, Mr. Grant, exclaimed as he reread the threatening email he was sent 
Let all your employees have the week off or bad things will happen
Thank you!
“Who the hell could’ve sent something like this?! I’m not going to give them the week off over a ridiculous email!” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the email that was supposed to scare him into closing his office for the week. He began to type a nasty reply to the sender, disagreeing with the what he thought was nothing more than an empty warning made by a coward 
No
Sent!
A smirked curved onto the sender’s lip, seeing the new email on his phone. Lanky fingers ran through a pair of (H/C) locks, yet again, as a precious angel was asleep on their shared bed. Careful not to wake his lover up, Nagito began to dig through the tabs on his safari phone app, eager to make a bomb
“Serves him right for overworking my precious angel of hope......”
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