#so I have heaps of time and nothing to do (except work but I can't go out)

[inuhiime]

╭┈┈┈┈ ₊˚ෆ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ! ╰ ♡⸝⸝ 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒

' you fight so desperately. at first, i thought you simply lacked in patience. but now i see it's urgency that drives you. what is it you're after, really? '

' seek pity someplace else. '

' you either find your place or learn your place. '

' now, strike again, and make it hurt this time. '

' you don't need me and i don't need you. '

' don't you dare look at me like that. '

' your place is here and nowhere else. '

' family? death is your only family. death, and i. best get accustomed to the both of us. '

' you'd best learn to fear something yourself. '

' why am i never proud of you? don't take it personally. '

' i'm leaving. try and stop me. '

' should you return again here, i shall keep you safe. '

' well, this is awkward. '

' halt. not one step further. '

' you can turn back like a good little man, or i can send you home the painful way. what'll it be? '

' why won't you give up? '

' we're done here. '

' ever so stubborn, aren't you? '

' you're running from yourself. '

' you don't know who or what you are dealing with. '

' everyone's saying i went easy on you. '

' leave me alone. we've nothing to discuss here anymore. '

' i'm not interested in company, especially from you. you stay the hell away from me while i'm off duty. '

' you're stubborn. and you are going to get me in a heap of trouble before all is said and done. '

' i heard you got yourself into another mess that needed cleaning up. '

' still running from yourself, i see. how's that been working out for you? '

' that is the worst idea i've ever heard. do you understand how little sense that makes? '

' you're being very nice to me, and that makes me suspicious, understand? '

' i don't know what to say, except for thanks? '

' this wouldn't be the first time i was wrong about someone. '

' huh, so that's your choice? '

' i could keep hunting you until you're dead, but there's too little meat on you to make it worth my while. '

' got to say you handled yourself pretty well back there. i can't stay mad after a show like that. '

' i trust, from time to time, you stop to ask yourself how come you choose to fight. '

' the world is not all lies and deceit as you make it out to be. '

' let me save you lots of future suffering: i happen to be the jealous type. '

' i'll break your heart next. '

' a loving heart is a forgiving heart, don't you agree? '

' the truth is i'm a lover, not a fighter. so how about we call this matter put to bed and get on with our lives? '

' perhaps you knew that you were making a mistake. no matter; you'll learn now. '

' where did you go? what did you do? '

' you again. i've told you to stay clear of me. '

' my heart soars, knowing you live. then it breaks, that our time together was so brief. '

' won't you come back to me? '

' i need some time to think. is that all right? '

' i have to tell you-- you look awful. '

' for once, i'm thankful to be proven wrong. '

' do try and live a little longer for me, hm? '

' that was an ill-advisable decision. i'm past quickly forgiving such mistakes. '

' you are entirely too young to have had meaningful experience with loss. pray to me that you never have to learn. '

#rp meme #rp starter #sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence starter meme #⪩⪨ ･･･ games

[teaandransacking]

Heyyyyy <3

I just wanted to ask if you could write a Lockwood x reader where the reader can't sleep because she had to much coffee in the day because of pervious nights events and she needed the energy. So Lockwood cuddles with her until she falls asleep

Love flames xxxxx btw happy easter xxxxx

Of course! Thank you for the request <3

How much coffee can someone drink before the caffeine in it starts to give them adverse effects?

You stand in the kitchen of Portland Row, staring at the back of the tin of coffee. The only warning is: can lid and edges may be sharp after opening.

Fat lot of good that is, you think, snorting, and you’re about to spoon out another heap of coffee grounds into your mug when you notice your hand shaking a little.

Maybe it’s time to switch to decaf coffee. Or tea.

The kitchen door opens, interrupting you, and Lockwood saunters in. It’s the only way to describe his walk - although if Kipps is nearby, swagger works better.

He sniffs the air as he comes to stand next to you. “Not coffee again. Have you not tried tea?”

You shoot him a withering look. “Don’t you have any other jokes?”

He grins. “None you’d laugh at.” He takes a mug and a teabag from the cupboard, and looks at you again, and you get the feeling that he always sees more than you want him to. “Seriously, are you okay?”

You take a deep breath and sag against the kitchen worktop. “I keep thinking about the haunting last night. I expected it to be scary but instead, it was just…”

Letting your eyes drift closed, you picture the child ghost, scared, lashing out to protect itself from whatever, or more likely, whoever, had hurt it in life. 

“Sad,” Lockwood finishes, softly.

“And I don’t want to sleep, so.” You salute him with the empty mug.

He gently takes the mug from your hands. “I think I’m going to confiscate this and the tin of coffee. It’s about a hundred years old, anyway - definitely past its use by date.”

You chew your lip. “If you’re going to take the coffee away, I’ll need another way to stay awake.”

Lockwood shakes his head. “You’ve been awake for what, now - over twenty four hours? You need sleep, darling.”

The endearment makes your stomach flip in the most delicious way.

“But-”

“No buts.” He pushes aside his own mug. “What can I do to make you less afraid?”

A memory surfaces, but you hesitate.

He sees it. “What is it?

His voice is so gentle and his brown eyes are warm and bottomless.

“My mum used to curl herself around me, when I couldn’t sleep as a child.” Your face heats. “But I don’t-”

Lockwood nods, as if it’s settled. “That’s what we’ll do.”

You stifle a surprised laugh. You’ve been yearning after him for weeks and all you had to do was develop a little bit of insomnia?

Except it’s not really funny, is it? Not when you think back to the naked fear on that little visitor’s face.

“Are you sure?”

“I need my agents at full health,” he responds, but his tone is feather soft. He holds out his hand, palm up, and you put yours over it. His fingers curl around yours, and just that bit of contact sends every fibre of your being into a flurry of sparks.

Will you get any sleep with him so close?

“Where?” you ask.

“Your bed? If that’s okay, of course,” he adds.

That he’d repeatedly check with you is such a balm to your tired soul. “Yes. That’s perfect.”

Lucy and George are out. Lucy’s been drafted in as a deputy researcher today, so it’s just you and Lockwood at home. He leads you up the stairs to your room, and they creak under your steps, but it’s a happy, familiar sound.

You push the door open with your free hand.

“Pyjamas?” Lockwood asks.

“Nah.” You’re already wearing comfy clothes. Now that you’re faced with your bed, you’re exhausted. Tiredness drags at you with heavy hands. You yawn hugely.

“Excellent sleep prep,” Lockwood teases gently, as you toe off your slippers. 

You’re hesitant to get into bed, but he says, sensing your discomfort, “You go under the covers. I’ll go on top of them.”

“Thankyou.”

He inclines his head, says nothing, just waits for you.

You slip under the covers, but then your whole body tenses up. What if you dream of that small, sad face, frozen forever in fear?

Lockwood climbs on to the bed and settles in beside you.

“We put the child to rest,” he reminds you.

You turn to face him. “I’m afraid I’ll have a nightmare.”

Whisper-soft, he presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll stay here, so if you do, you can wake me up and tell me about it.”

You wouldn’t, you think. He always looks so tired. You wouldn’t wake him. You’d do anything to get him the rest he needs.

Maybe this will serve you both.

You snuggle up to him, as much as you can with the sheets and quilt between you. His lips are warm against your hairline. He folds his hands under his cheek and you do the same, facing each other like kids on a sleepover.

“Okay?” he asks.

Perfect. But you just say, “Yes. Thanks.”

But you can’t bring yourself to close your eyes.

Lockwood clears his throat and begins, “Did I ever tell you about the time George and I found a stray cat? It had this awful smell, and we decided to bathe it…”

The story is hilarious and sweet by turns, but you don’t hear the end. You fall asleep to Lockwood’s deep, soft voice and the feel of his warm body snuggled up to yours.

And in the morning, when you wake, rested, he’s snoring softly next to you, and it’s your new favourite way to wake up.

#anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #lockwod and co fanfiction #tumblr askbox #anthony lockwood x you

[theamityelf]

“ you shoot anyone who comes through that door who isn’t me. ” kamuegi? Kamuegi!

(Alright, less fluffy than last time! XD)

~~~

Their place of refuge only had one entrance.

This was not accidental on Izuru's part, of course. There had been an active choice between the security of a single entrance (the chance of being cornered) and the security of many exits (the chance of being faced with enemies from many directions at once). Either scenario was one he could handle well enough on his own, so of course Makoto was the deciding factor.

It was easier to protect him from unidirectional ambush than from multiple lines of fire.

And anyway, Makoto hated to be surrounded. Specifically, particularly hated to be surrounded, physically, more than he hated to be physically cornered. It was a leftover anxiety from the trials, Izuru believed. As much as Makoto didn't want to see it as such (and perhaps didn't believe he did), each time he had been suspected in the trials had been a moment in which he had been surrounded by enemies. Managing multiple streams of attack to protect himself.

(This fear was a subtle post-traumatic stress symptom, so it hadn't been sanded down as much as his more people-facing ones, like the way his defensiveness would sometimes flare up in casual arguments as if they were of critical importance.)

All this to say, there was one door, and it was now unsafe. The hacked Monokuma which Izuru had been using for perimeter surveillance revealed the hordes closing in. Human hordes.

And he was pressing a handgun into his lover's hands.

"I-I can't-"

"Yes you can," Izuru interrupted, before the unproductive thought could spread its spores. "It's no different from using your hacking gun on Monokumas."

"It is different. These are people. I can't-"

"Yes you can, because you love to be alive, because you love your friends, and you love me. The beings who will be trying to get through this door-" (He was careful not to say "people".) "-want to kill you. You want to be alive."

Makoto's eyes were damp, but the tears weren't falling. They usually didn't. Izuru briskly dabbed his lover's tears away, so that he could see clearly as Izuru redirected his attention to the handgun.

"This is the safety. It's currently on. Now it's off. If you pull the trigger, the gun will fire. The aiming of it is no different from your hacking gun, except that you're no longer going for the eye. Aim for the torso; it's a larger target than any extremities. Shoot anyone who comes through that door who isn’t me." He needed to leave now, but he also needed to be assured that Makoto wouldn't freeze, if it became necessary to fatally wound someone. He brought their faces closer together, eclipsing all else from Makoto's vision. "Think of it this way: However many of them you have to kill in self-defense is nothing compared to how many I will kill if you die." He kissed him, quick and fervently, and then looked him in the eye. Makoto was upset, but he was also focused. Izuru made his exit. "Lock it after me. Every lock. Then stand back." He shut the door.

The hordes were here. He cracked his neck and got to work.

...

The door was off its hinges when he returned. He had known that there was no way to prevent this, with the numbers he'd been facing, but still his pulse ran laps at the sight.

It seemed that not many had made it inside. He only had to step over one body on the way in- alive, shot in the stomach. Encouraging, where the silence wasn't.

"Makoto?" he called.

There were no reactive sounds, but he could hear breathing in the next room.

He rounded the corner.

Three bodies. Two dead, one dying, all in a heap on the floor. The blood pooled beneath them, and just beyond the reach of the pools was Makoto, standing frozen with his gun outstretched, visibly distraught. The sight of Izuru seemed to spur his brain back into action; he processed the arrival first as a threat (Izuru had entered silently.) and then as a relief.

"Please, can you do something for them? Can you help them? I can't-!"

Izuru stepped over the bodies, turning Makoto away from them and drawing him into his arms. Their heartbeats conversed at a patter-pace. "You're alright."

"D-Did I kill them?"

"They just passed out from shock. They'll be fine."

"N-N-No, they...All that blood..."

"They'll be fine," he insisted. "As for us, we have to leave before the next wave arrives."

"But if they die, I killed them. Then I'm the murderer, I-I'm the culprit..."

Izuru once again placed his face close to Makoto's, taking the handgun from him as he did. "You are not in a killing game anymore. There will not be any consequences for this. You're safe, as long as we leave." And with that, he lifted Makoto from his feet, resting his weight mostly against one shoulder while his other hand held his gun at the ready.

"Wait, we can't just leave them there!"

He ignored the squirming and stepped over the bodies again. Casually kicking the one who was still alive, so that he would make a noise (however faint) and prove that he wasn't dead. "You were acting in self-defense. Your guilt is irrational. Don't adopt Enoshima's standards for wrongful killing."

"Everyone...Everyone will hate me..."

"Do you think they haven't had to kill in self-defense?"

"I..." His whole frame shook once, but then he said, "I can walk."

Izuru set him down. They were out the door, now. Those who would have killed them were spread on the ground, twitching impotently. He had mostly shot or broken their spines, killing only when it was most efficient by a significant margin. A carpet of corpses would have bothered Makoto.

"...Would you tell me if they were dead?"

Izuru wished the matter wouldn't weigh so heavily on his lover. Makoto deserved someone who wasn't a liar. But he needed someone who was. "Of course."

They were making quick progress, now that Makoto was cooperating. Soon, they would be somewhere safe again, and Izuru would have time to comfort him, feed him, distract him. Regrettably, Makoto had already had enough time to return to the killing game in his mind, but Izuru would pull him back.

In fact, it was probably more accurate to say that he had been playing by the killing game's rules all along, and this was his first time breaking them. Which meant he just needed time to see that there was no execution coming for him. That Enoshima's judgement no longer held weight, and no one alive would hold this against him. He hadn't lost her game; he had won. He had won a long time ago, and now it was over.

"Look at me," Izuru said, deciding that they'd walked far enough to pause for a minute. "At me," he said again.

Makoto's eyes met his. Slightly wet. Foggy with shame. His face had that remote look that it always acquired when he went through something emotionally overwhelming.

"Thank you, Makoto."

He blinked, confusion interrupting the daze he'd been in. "Thank...?"

"Thank you, for protecting yourself. Thank you for choosing to defend yourself. I was worried you might not."

His eyes became wetter. "It's not...It's nothing to...thank me for."

"But it is. You've never killed needlessly. When the need arose, I'm glad you met the need."

The tears fell. Better than the alternative; he didn't cry enough. "So I did kill them?"

"They were always going to die today. That was the choice they made when they tried to kill you. The choice you made was whether you would die with them, and you decided not to. I'm thankful for that." He brushed his lips gently over Makoto's, then took his hand. "Just a little farther. Then breakfast, alright?"

He exhaled a shaking breath which Izuru took to be affirmative.

He would need a lot of attention, today. A lot of reassurance and affection. And Izuru was more than happy to provide it.

#danganronpa #kamuegi #my fanfiction #my fanfic #makoto naegi #izuru kamukura

[chromatic-lamina]

Oda packing the punches: Chapter 1086 spoilers

Okay, I'm not doing a long one like last week, but heaps to take in, and I adore the idea of all of the notorious, prestigious and sought after stowaways on the ships leaving the Marie Geoise shores.

The ones from the new world must do so with World Government (Marine) assistances, right?

And Tajine Kingdom (Bonney stowed away on their ship) and St. Aegis kingdom (Walpol and Vivi stowed away on theirs) were World Government member nations, and both rebelled. I wonder why.

My main reason for being here, though is:

this!!!!!! 👆

Look at our bow-legged bird, even in seraphim form. Crocodile's beauty is as glassy-eyed (sad-eyed, dead-eyed?) as Boa Hancock's and Mihawk's, and Moria's looking pretty good too.

So, the seraphim are being employed to basically destroy their makers (the original Hancock, Mihawk, etc.—not that we've seen a Mihawk/S-Mihawk fight yet). There has to be a Trafalgar Law one. Oda wouldn't pass up the opportunity, I think. Although, if it will convolute the story, that one might be left to us fan-fiction writers.

Lots of other stuff. Massive catch up, lore drops. The destruction of Lulusia seems to parallel Marshall Island Atoll nuclear tests or Maralinga in the centre of Australia, or so many others, and more linearly (time-wise) the U.S. government's nuclear testing in New Mexico before the ultimate bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Robin has apparently told the revs:

that the ancient weapons exist (as Ivankov lets us know above).

And more parallels here with the Einstein / Vegapunk thing, and what their research can be harnessed for, or what they might directly contribute to without and possibly with knowing the consequences.

Iva suspects that the attack has nothing to do with Vegapunk (although maybe I misread the panel—it seemed that Imu thought it was Vegapunk's work, but Imu might've been referring to the seraphim).

Iva suspects that Imu is

Imu of House Nerona (one of the original founders of the Celestial Dragons / Word Government / Mary Geoise), so, from the void century and granted eternal youth through the ope ope no mi, although the fruit is not mentioned by name. Whether the revs' don't know it's granted from a fruit, or whether they're playing coy, is not apparent. It seems the former.

As a founder, they (Imu) could possibly have knowledge of the ancient weapons.

So, as an aside, considering the original granter of the eternal fruit would have died as per their fruit's power (Lili?) then there must be more people around with eternal youth too, right?, because others would have consumed the fruit, and 800 years is a long time.

Anyway, briefly onto Lili; if she had the ope ope no mi, she could've shambled the poneglyphs the world over as a very awakened form of the fruit, and maybe granting Imu eternal youth is what caused her death. I don't think that's my idea. I probably read it somewhere, but I can't recall where.

For the above, I love that Robin's dropping massive intel into the Revolutionary Army's lap.

Seems that Sabo will be a D. too, from this statement below 👇 . I'd prefer he wasn't, but, whatever!

Sabo is definitely surrounded by them! And that 'checkered fate' line is used a lot. I know there are a few translations on it.

Lastly, and it's not only the last (like, for instance, Walpol won't tell Vivi about her Father, CPO are running around with pictures of Vivi and Sabo to folks in Mary Geoise, Sterry (Sabo's brother) doing a Sanji when sighting Vivi's picture, and Big News Morgans filling the reader in on how he managed to pick up Walpol and Vivi (we suppose)): BUT possibly one of the biggest pieces of news is:

that Saint Donquixote Mosgard will be executed due to protecting Shirahoshi 👆 , thereby running parallels with Homing, except that Mosgard was effective with his compassion, but will also pay with his life, as did Donquixote Rosinante (and his father). And

The person tasked with the execution is the former king of God Valley, and I know there's a lot of Rocks D. Xebec info about God Valley that's basically all over my head at present (will read up on it later, or read someone else's meta).

But as importantly, or maybe more importantly, is this guy's name: Saint Figarland Garling. Shanks, was stated by the Gorosei in Film Red (although I missed this section, or forgot it) as coming from the Figarland family (he was discovered in a box that the Roger Pirates stole during the God Valley Incident).

Ahahahah. I love all the influences though: Good Donquixotes, and then Donquixote Doflamingo. Entitled Figarlands, and then good Shanks, or maybe not... (I believe he's good, but Oda always turns the tables on me, and everything's grey, even when characters have positive aspects).

So, yeah—there's a ton of stuff. Go have a read or wait for the official, but the scans gave the elders their names, so I'll just drop that too, and a translators' note that was interesting:

Read below for their processes in naming:

Okay as said, I didn't cover everything, but ALSO, look at this gorgeous cover (Oda can't be ignorant that it's pride month)

I love the little frog. It's a reader's request: Chopper and a kitty crossing the reflection of a rainbow they see in a puddle. Cute! The reflections look great too.

Also, don't forget this guy:

#one piece #chapter 1086 #donquixote doflamingo #sir crocodile #sabo one piece #gorosei one piece #nefertari vivi #imu one piece #revolutionary army #emporio ivankov #vegapunk #one piece spoilers #op spoilers #opspoilers #chromacaps #chromanga #chromalami #ope ope no mi #figarland one piece #akagami no shanks #donquixote mosgard #long post

[bellafemme]

The letter Sinead wrote to Miley Cyrus.

'Dear Miley,

I wasn't going to write this letter, but today i've been dodging phone calls from various newspapers who wished me to remark upon your having said in Rolling Stone your Wrecking Ball video was designed to be similar to the one for Nothing Compares … So this is what I need to say … And it is said in the spirit of motherliness and with love.

I am extremely concerned for you that those around you have led you to believe, or encouraged you in your own belief, that it is in any way 'cool' to be naked and licking sledgehammers in your videos. It is in fact the case that you will obscure your talent by allowing yourself to be pimped, whether its the music business or yourself doing the pimping.

Nothing but harm will come in the long run, from allowing yourself to be exploited, and it is absolutely NOT in ANY way an empowerment of yourself or any other young women, for you to send across the message that you are to be valued (even by you) more for your xesual appeal than your obvious talent.I am happy to hear I am somewhat of a role model for you and I hope that because of that you will pay close attention to what I am telling you.

The music business doesn't give a s**t about you, or any of us. They will prostitute you for all you are worth, and cleverly make you think its what YOU wanted … and when you end up in rehab as a result of being prostituted, 'they' will be sunning themselves on their yachts in Antigua, which they bought by selling your body and you will find yourself very alone.

None of the men ogling you give a s**t about you either, do not be fooled. Many's the woman mistook lust for love. If they want you xesually that doesn't mean they give a f**k about you. All the more true when you unwittingly give the impression you don't give much of a f**k about yourself. And when you employ people who give the impression they don't give much of a fµck about you either. No one who cares about you could support your being pimped … and that includes you yourself.

Yes, I'm suggesting you don't care for yourself. That has to change. You ought be protected as a precious young lady by anyone in your employ and anyone around you, including you. This is a dangerous world. We don't encourage our daughters to walk around naked in it because it makes them prey for animals and less than animals, a distressing majority of whom work in the music industry and it's associated media.

You are worth more than your body or your xesual appeal. The world of showbiz doesn't see things that way, they like things to be seen the other way, whether they are magazines who want you on their cover, or whatever … Don't be under any illusions … ALL of them want you because they're making money off your youth and your beauty … which they could not do except for the fact your youth makes you blind to the evils of show business. If you have an innocent heart you can't recognise those who do not.

I repeat, you have enough talent that you don't need to let the music business make a prostitute of you. You shouldn't let them make a fool of you either. Don't think for a moment that any of them give a flying f**k about you. They're there for the money… we're there for the music. It has always been that way and it will always be that way. The sooner a young lady gets to know that, the sooner she can be REALLY in control.

You also said in Rolling Stone that your look is based on mine. The look I chose, I chose on purpose at a time when my record company were encouraging me to do what you have done. I felt I would rather be judged on my talent and not my looks. I am happy that I made that choice, not least because I do not find myself on the proverbial rag heap now that I am almost 47 yrs of age … which unfortunately many female artists who have based their image around their sexuality, end up on when they reach middle age.

Real empowerment of yourself as a woman would be to in future refuse to exploit your body or your sexuality in order for men to make money from you. I needn't even ask the question … I've been in the business long enough to know that men are making more money than you are from you getting naked. Its really not at all cool. And its sending dangerous signals to other young women. Please in future say no when you are asked to prostitute yourself. Your body is for you and your boyfriend. It isn't for every spunk-spewing dirtbag on the net, or every greedy record company executive to buy his mistresses diamonds with.

As for the shedding of the Hannah Montana image … whoever is telling you getting naked is the way to do that does absolutely NOT respect your talent, or you as a young lady. Your records are good enough for you not to need any shedding of Hannah Montana. She's waaaaaaay gone by now … Not because you got naked but because you make great records.

Whether we like it or not, us females in the industry are role models and as such we have to be extremely careful what messages we send to other women. The message you keep sending is that its somehow cool to be prostituted … its so not cool Miley … its dangerous. Women are to be valued for so much more than their sexuality. We aren't merely objects of desire. I would be encouraging you to send healthier messages to your peers … that they and you are worth more than what is currently going on in your career. Kindly fire any motherf****r who hasn't expressed alarm, because they don't care about you.'

She warned Miley and she warned the world about priests raping children. Nobody took her seriously.

Rest In Peace. 🌹

#sinead o'connor #miley cyrus

[j-nope-not-today]

idea: the turtles meet sea monster y/n but it’s their first time on land (maybe they were stolen from the sea) so they don’t know how to walk. comedy and friendship ensues.

TMNT meet sea monster reader

A/n: Thanks so much for requesting and I hope you like it!

They had spotted me laying in a heap facedown on the sand. A ways from the water where I should have been. Where I could stay hidden.

I was eternally grateful that it was the turtles who found me and not a human. A human wouldn't be able to understand me and they would run off thinking I was some sort of monster.

"Do you need help getting up?"

I was interrupted from my thoughts by a turtle in a blue mask.

"No." I shook my head rolling onto my back.

I could totally do this on my own.

"You look like you need help." I glared at the one in the orange mask before I muttered to myself.

Letting out a huff I pushed myself to sit up. Once I was sat up I pulled my wobbly legs towards me. This would be as easy as swimming.

"Your gonna fall."

"No I won't." I glared at the tallest of them before I pushed up off the ground.

Until just as quickly as I stood I fell back onto the sand.

I was shocked that I had fell. My legs were very strong when I swam. How come they didn't work here?

"Why did I fall?" I wondered aloud to myself and the idiot decided to answer.

"Gravity would be the reason you fell." I looked back up at them and huffed.

"Who are you?"

"Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, and that's Michelangelo." The blue one, Leonardo, introduced me and I nodded.

"You can just call me Mikey, but who are you?" I looked at the one called Mikey and huffed.

"I don't have time for this.."

"We can help you get back to the sea." I swatted away Raphael's hand and let out another huff.

"No..I got it."

I stood again and though my legs wobbled this time they held firmer. I took a step and crashed onto the sand once more.

"Agh!" I couldn't seem to get my legs to work on this god forsaken surface.

I realize that I might need some help.

"Y/n.. that's my name." I looked up at them and they all smiled.

"Nice to meet you y/n. What are you doing out here?" Leonardo asked.

"Just taking a nice evening stroll.." I quipped back and I heard giggles come from the other three.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing.. it's just no one really talks to him that way except us."

"Oh..I didn't mean to offend him..I'm frustrated that my legs aren't working." I didn't want to be rude I just wanted to go home. In order to do that maybe I needed to be a little bit nicer to the ones who would be helping me.

"Well I did a check of your body and your tail is gonna need some healing." Donatello lifted a weird device away from his face. Almost like goggles.

"Is it broken? I feel fine.." I tried to turn and look but it was pointless I couldn't see the point he was referring to anyways.

"No..just missing scales. A little cut up. Nothing a few days with us can't fix." He smiled at me and I weighed my options.

"You promise you will take me back to the ocean when it's healed?"

"Scouts honor." Mikey held his hand in the air and I sighed.

"Alright then."

Raphael stepped forward and lifted me off the ground.

"Don't drop me!" I shouted out letting my arms quickly wrap around him.

"Don't worry I won't drop ya." He huffed before they all began to lead the way to their home and away from mine.

"Don't worry I promise it'll only be a few days." I looked at Leonardo who seemed to have known exactly what I had been thinking.

I gave a small nod and looked ahead of me and they approached a strange metal tin. Mikey opened it up and got inside and I realized they wanted to put me in the tin.

I began to wiggle around in Raphael's arms.

"No! I don't want to go in the tin!"

"Woah hey! It's okay.. it's our ride." Mikey held his hands out and I paused.

"Have you never seen a car before?" I turned to glare at Donatello.

"They don't have cars in the ocean!"

"Oh.. right. My bad." I huffed and let them set me in their strange..car. I liked the word I used better though.

"You should call these tins." I muttered and Mikey laughed before the others got in and the door was shut.

"It's gonna make a noise when it starts." Mikey whispered to me and I nodded and he held a hand out to me.

"What is that for?" I motioned to his hand and Mikey smiled at me.

"You can hold my hand if you get scared." I nodded in response and immediately grabbed his hand as the small tin roared to life. Well car..this was going to be a strange few days.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt imagine #tmnt x reader #tmnt donatello #tmnt mikey #tmnt leonardo #tmnt ralph

[kasplonkable]

Domestic Hcs: Layla El-Faouly

I just get the feeling she's an early riser. But by early riser, I mean she's up an already organising what you're both doing, while also in the process of waking you up too

Like, it'll be 5am and she's there with a cup of coffee, letting you know that she's going on a hike in less than an hour, and you're coming with her

"Babe, it's literally 4:47 AM, the sun isn't even fully up yet"

"But it's almost up, which means we're wasting time!"

Despite that, it's always worth it to see the way the early morning light casts shadows on her face; she looks even more striking than normal in the orange glow of the sunrise

You have these extravagant movie nights, where you end up making a blanket fort and putting up fairy lights, and making hot chocolates heaped with whipped cream and marshmallows

She gently kisses you when you get whipped cream on your top lip

She also gets mad at the movie you're watching, like if it's a horror movie then she's yelling about the logic used

"Oh yeah, great idea!! Split up with a serial killer in the house, what could possibly go wrong?"

But it's worse if it's a romance movie

Both of you will be playfully gagging at the kissing scenes and rolling your eyes at the cheesy lines, giggling whenever something dumb happens

Dancing around the kitchen in fuzzy socks

You get so caught up in the moment that you forget the pasta until it bubbles over, making a loud hiss that makes you both jump

I imagine her house being really bright and airy, and full of cool artifacts

When you first saw them, you thought they were just cool replicas, until you eventually figured out the truth

"Wait, Layla, is that the real statue of khufu?"

"..........it's too nice to sit in a museum"

"How did you even get it?......Babe?!"

It's not like you're going to tell anyone though, so for now it'll just have to stay on the bookshelf, right next to her collection of French poetry

One day you walk into the kitchen to find Layla talking to a stray calico cat at the window. She had given her a small plate of chicken that she'd been cooking for lunch and a bit of water

You didn't want to disrupt the moment by walking in, so you watched from the doorway with the most loving expression a person could muster

After that, the cat would keep coming back. Same time everyday there would be tapping and loud meowing coming from the kitchen; the signal it was time to feed her

You're not quite sure when it happened, but eventually she kind of let herself in, roaming the house, before getting comfortable on the bed and falling asleep

Since then she's never left

Layla always considered herself more of a dog person, but it melts your heart when you see her with the cat curled up in her lap

She has. So. Many. Boots. And because she takes them off at the door, you find yourself tripping over a pair sometimes when you're on your way out

But then, you leave books around the house constantly, sometimes to the point where she can't even see the table underneath all the papers

One would think you get annoyed at eachother for these things, but somehow it's endearing to find boots at the door and know Layla is home from a long day. Just like how she finds books on the table and knows you've become passionate about something new

Despite that, I reckon she's a pretty tidy person

She takes spring cleaning very seriously. On the first day of spring, she puts up a checklist of everything that needs to be sorted out, and systematically works her way through it

It's too much to get done in one day, but you work together and the list is cleared within about a week

It's nice to take a moment to sit down, knowing that there's nothing left to do except curl up, and enjoy eachothers company

---

Is it obvious yet how much I love her? I've been wanting to write this for ages, but studying has been getting in the way. Speaking of, this will probably be my last post for a couple of months. Exam stress is getting real and I want to give myself the best chance I can to do well! I do have some more stuff in the works, but I won't be looking at it until my exams are done. Hope you enjoyed this though, and as always, feel free to request anything and I'll get to it when I can!! :-)

#moon knight #moon knight fluff #moon knight hcs #moon knight headcanon #reader insert #layla el faouly #layla x reader #layla x y/n #layla x you #layla el faouly x reader #layla el faouly x you #layla el faouly x y/n #layla el faouly fluff #domestic fluff #moon knight series #moon knight domestic fluff #moon knight reader insert #disney+ #marvel #mcu #moon knight imagine #layla el faouly imagine #layla el faouly headcannons #layla el faouly hcs #may calamawy #please I'm actually in love with her

[chaos-has-theories]

WIP Tag/Reblog Game

Thank youuuuu @aidanchaser!

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

WIP TITLES

Specifically 5 fanfics this time around - the things that are loudest about rattling my head at the moment.

Timetravel AU - Septimus Heap After a series of escalating deaths, Marcia and Septimus use the House of Foryx to travel back in time and - hopefully - fix things.

Merlin Resurrection AU - working title "I Refuse" Merlin has been alive for a thousand years, and he just found out that the rest of the gang is back. The problem is, none of them fully remember anything: It's only just enough to spook Arthur hard enough that he cut contact with all of the others and is trying his hardest to just be an obnoxious college student.

Three is Company - Septimus Heap, role swap AU. Prequel/Equel to The Long Way Home. Answers such thrilling questions as "how did Septimus get adopted by the Queen?", "how much trauma can you put into one freshly-minted EOW?" and "What exactly IS going on between Marcia, Milo and Cerys?"

The Egypt Agenda Part 4: The Distant Goddess I have yet to properly write out my Egyptian analysis of Nona the Ninth! Also I've been meaning to put the other parts on Ao3 for a while

Gideon the Musical Ohhhh boy I just rediscovered this while going through my drafts and?? I mean no there's pretty much nothing in that file yet but now I really want to pick it up again

UPCOMING SECTIONS

I am two-thirds through the scene in which Septimus and Simon infiltrate the Young Army to rescue 412. I'm not sure why I haven't kept working because technically I'm at such a juicy point? 412 thinks he's about to be thrown into DN1, Septimus can't tell him what's really going on, and Simon is being told to do a spell that this-timeline Simon has no reason to know. It's GOOD I think I'm just scared I can't hit the correct balance for it

sgahjhgsshfdg Merlin just met Gwen and the Knights at a metal concert and they made their way backstage to greet Morgana and Morgause but like. Morgana is half-convinced he'll try to kill her again. Gwen is crying. Merlin is inwardly screaming because if THEY'RE all back does that mean Arthur is as well??? I probably COULD skip the explanations and just continue the scene where he confronts Arthur. I'm just.... not sure how to resolve it yet. Stubborn Prince is being Stubborn.

Milo just fished a baby from the river and is walking towards the Palace to greet his wife and newborn daughter. He is about to a) be accosted by a very panicked Marcia b) have to fast-talk his way past the Supreme Custodian and c) find out that his daughter is very dead. Noone is having a good day, except maybe for me, because all of this is setup for some VERY stupid miscommunication.

DID YOU KNOW that there's an actual myth in which "Alecto" runs off to live in a land where "John" has no direct jurisdiction so he has to send "Ianthe" to cajole her into coming back? YEAH. THAT

Act I works pretty well! Even Act II is fine! It gets more difficult after that. Anyway I have decided there's going to be a song called "To the Floor" and then it can have reprise elements in all the other duel scenes. How? I dunno whatever gave you the idea that I know what I'm doing

No way I can think of 10 and I don't know if any of you have already been tagged but hmmmm - @echo-has-queries @into-september @trainsinanime @liesmyth @septimus-heap

#chaos writes #tag games #there's nothing for ML on there right now.... there's already so much angst in these I couldn't stomach putting my Daemon AU on there too

[iamanartichoke]

So I'm looking for Thor spoilers, as you do, and I ended up on the Marvel spoilers subreddit, where I found and read a few Christian Bale interviews. And, well, I'll take Takes I Wasn't Expecting From Christian Bale For $500, Alex.

Cut; I don't think this is spoilery, but idk what people are considering spoilers at this point, so just to be on the safe side. (Also for length, this got long. And mostly pointless.)

Article Link.

"There's an awful lot that I wish was in this film, which you can't have a four-hour long film because there's so much gold that's on the cutting room floor, hilarious stuff, and creepy as hell stuff, but that was perhaps pushing it to a realm where maybe it wouldn't have been able to be family friendly, which we always wanted it to be. But Taika's sensibility, the comedy, the tragedy, the ability to have the Taika-ness and the humor of that. But he's got great sincerity as well. He's a real artist. And so, man, it's moving. That is the bloody surprising thing with this film. It's a very moving film and then two seconds later, you're laughing your ass off."

Incidentally, Christian has nothing but complimentary things to say about the rest of the cast as well, and specifically made mention of how welcoming Chris was (which might be in a different interview than the one I linked).

But, yeah. I'm not really sure why this perfectly lovely take surprises me, except to say that maybe seeing someone of Christian's status, I guess? expressing such admiration and respect for Taika is unexpected to me? By "status," I don't mean to undermine anyone else's accomplishments, as I obviously recognize the credibility of the actors who've worked with and praised Taika in the past -

- but, for me, I just consider Christian to be on his own level. The types of projects he tends to choose, how absolutely talented he is, how clearly intellectual he is - I may be biased due to having been a fan for literally most of my life (since the early 90s! Fuck I'm old), but I just have a lot of respect for him and have (somewhat subconsciously) elevated him to a bit higher on the totem pole of admiration. Even higher than Tom.

This was going to be a sidenote, but it turned into its own paragraph: I love Tom. I do. I got on a plane for Tom. I didn't get on a bus when I lived in Boston and Christian was filming American Hustle two towns over. My regard for both of them is clearly very different, and I'm not really sure how to explain it. I don't think that either is better than the other, in terms of talent/skill, but I do think that Christian is the more accomplished, experienced actor. Which makes his compliments for Taika hold more weight for me than Tom's?

Which sounds bad, but all I mean is that Tom was, obviously, very much a part of the Thor universe, he was entrenched in the role by the time Ragnarok came around, he had relationships with all the cast, and I think being in that position would hinder one's objectivity not just for the role but for the movie/universe in general. And, while I appreciate very much that Tom never has a bad thing to say about anyone - well, at the same time, Tom never has a bad thing to say about anyone, so whether he truly enjoyed working with Taika, especially in that context, or if he was just being diplomatic when promoting the film is anyone's guess.

Contrastingly, Christian is brand new to the MCU, to Taika, Chris and the cast (mostly), and to the Thor universe in general. Coming in as a blank slate like that, again, combined with Christian's body of work and tendency to be straightforward with his feelings (he's always very polite and complimentary, but he's not nice the way Tom is? Again, I don't know how to explain the difference, except to say I've never felt like he gives "fluff" answers; he doesn't heap on the praise if it's unwarranted, either (in my observations, anyway) - would naturally, I imagine, give him a much more objective point of view about the experience, making his feedback feel more legit, in a "here's my unbiased yet professional opinion (and I know what I'm talking about)" kind of way.

(I don't think I'm words-ing very well but) the thing is, I've always been lukewarm about Taika, at best. I've said this ad nauseum, but despite being critical of it, I liked Ragnarok. But I liked it as its own separate film. I didn't like it as part of the Thor franchise; I didn't like it as an overall story bc I didn't think it was well-written, and there were a lot of "problematic" implications within said story. Others have criticized it more thoroughly, but I have certainly done my fair share. And I think I mostly still have those opinions.

But I was way, way more upset about Infinity War than I could have ever been about Ragnarok, so that softens it a bit, too. And, look, this doesn't apply to anyone I am currently still mutuals with, but it does apply to a lot of former mutuals - regarding Ragnarok, at the height of wankness there was a lot of meta being passed around and analyzed and whatnot that made it easy to sort of spiral down into an echo chamber, encouraged by people who, again, include former mutuals who seem to feed on the negativity, despite claiming otherwise ("we wanted to like it, honest; endlessly criticizing hurts us more than it hurts you," etc). And the way that this dynamic played out - and is still playing out - after the Loki series came out was extremely eye-opening (and disappointing) to me bc suddenly, people whose Ragnarok takes elicited "yasss" from me were suddenly (I felt) posting takes that not only did I (sometimes wildly) disagree with, but that were fueled by an element of vitriol that fed right into the negativity (and made me very uncomfortable).

That's neither here nor there at the moment, just context I guess, but my point is that while I mostly maintain that Ragnarok is fine/enjoyable as a standalone film but has issues (at best) as part of the Thor franchise, said opinion left me feeling very "meh" about Taika as a filmmaker. I never hated him as much as some other people did (I hate(d) the Russos and Infinity War a lot more, fuck those assholes) but I didn't really respect him, either. And despite being interested in Thor 4 and excited for Christian Bale, I'm not really approaching it with any expectations of being blown away by the film itself; I'm mostly assuming it's mediocre.

Which - all of this was just a really rambly way of saying, well shit, if Christian Bale's probably-objective opinion is such a glowing review, maybe I should re-assess how I view Taika as a filmmaker? Maybe I shouldn't be so quick to dismiss this movie as "probably mediocre but it's Thor with Christian Bale so sign me the fuck up." Actually give it a fair chance. I mean, shit, I could still walk away from it saying, "Nah, my opinion hasn't changed, definitely mediocre," but at least it'd be a more genuine take, I suppose.

There is literally no point to this post, sorry. It's 1:30am and I'm having all kinds of feelings and I'm just Like This, okay?

Also, I just realized I didn't actually find any fucking spoilers.

#thor 4 #thor 4 spoilers #<--spoiler tag #again i don't think there's spoilers here but just to be safe #christian bale #taika waititi #standom frank #ragnarok critical #mood gif

[sasquapossum]

Supporting Journalism

I'm very ambivalent about online newspapers etc. constantly trying to get me to subscribe. On the one hand I do want to support the people who actually do the work to bring us news. Yes, real journalists do still exist, and care about the truth, and work hard. I do think that's worth paying for.

On the other hand, I've long felt like the major online newspapers have dropped the ball on creating a common payment platform. They've had decades to put something like that together. I don't even care if it's subscription based or per-article with micro-transactions. Just put something - anything! - together so that people like me who want to pay can do so easily, smoothly, without dozens of passwords to deal with and dozens of possibilities for credit-card details to get stolen when the all-too-frequent compromises happen.

Then on top of that they're so fucking greedy. The standard subscription amount seems to be US$10/month, "discounted" down to half that. Well, I'm sorry, but I read articles from a lot of sources. Even if I narrowed it down to a dozen at half price, that's still $60/month. Yes, I can afford it. Yes, it's still too damn much ... especially when the content I'm willing to pay for is commingled with content I very much am not. By contrast, the artists and such I support on Patreon mostly ask for just two to five dollars per month - more value (and more consistency) for less money. The newspapers and magazines are worse than the proliferation of video-streaming companies, supposedly replacing cable but in aggregate costing even more.

Between those two reasons, I've generally supported only a very few outlets that have a consistently high output of stuff that meets journalistic standards. Currently the list includes Washington Post (even though they also publish stuff that's truly execrable), New Yorker, and Atlantic. I should probably add Guardian, and maybe Vanity Fair. Who ever knew that Vanity Fair would be near the top of the heap? Rolling Stone and Cracked are also good more often than you might think, and that's flat out amazing. There are also local-news aggregators such as Patch and Wicked Local that seem worth supporting to keep that part of the business alive.

On the flip side, I have to give a special giant fuck you to two publications in particular. The first is New York Times. Why? Glad you asked. Two reasons mainly.

They have a strong and clearly self-interest-based hatred of anything tech, because tech has eaten their lunch. Part of me gets that, and might even accept it if it stayed on the opinion pages, but it constantly affects their so-called news as well.

They are the absolute worst when it comes to exaggerating anything negative about Democrats and minimizing anything negative about Republicans. They don't generally seem to hate leftist, liberal, progressives, or whatever. Just the Democrat party. Somebody once said that the only way their behavior makes sense is if you realize that they (and many other papers) just hate Democrats, and it's true. For whatever reason, they must want Democrats to lose. To that end they provide all the ammo the splitters and quitters need to fuck up the 2022 and 2024 elections. Again. We can't afford that.

Then there's the absolutely putrid Wall Street Journal. They actually do seem to hate everything to the left of Bill Koch or Sheldon Adelson, so in a way they're more honest than NYT ... but still, keep it on the opinion page. WSJ's characteristic failing is that even their "news" organization is egregiously, aggressively slanted. They're nothing but propaganda. BTW likewise for Forbes, Bloomberg, and practically anything else with a financial focus. Being too close to the finance industry simply corrupts people, which is neither an original observation nor one worth pursuing here except to say that it makes it literally impossible for a finance-focused publication to be a trustworthy news source. Like NYT (and their puppet Boston Globe), WSJ will never get any money from me. No how, no way.

So, there you have it: less than ten newspapers or magazines worth supporting, out of hundreds or perhaps thousands. The bad ones are more numerous (and more profoundly awful) than any that are at all good. Don't tell me podcasts or other online sources are any better BTW; the ratio there seems exactly the same. That's why I support only a few sites, use an array of browser extensions to strip paywalls from most others, and use archive.is for the remainder. If magazines and newspapers want my money, they need to earn it and few do.

#politics #journalism #media #long post

[oncetherenowhere]

This week's been another shit show. Every week has been a shit show. I woke up at 3am, couldn't sleep, and had the realization that, for the past four months, every single week has brought me a new scrap of bad news. People dying. People getting sick. Friends leaving. Family drama, revelations. Crisis, crisis, crisis! And...really none of it has been my fault. It's just life. Bad luck of the draw.

Still. No wonder I've been having the worst few months of my life. Every single week has been a jack-in-the-box of bullshit. This week's bullshit? Revelations about my job that have tarnished it for me. I'm looking for new work. Not quitting until I get a new job...I need money. All the fulfillment and satisfaction I felt in my position has left.

I feel completely trapped in my everyday life. H thinks I should consider starting a new career, but how? Baking is the only thing I'm good at. I'm a damn good baker. My job was, like...the thing I clung to. I don't even want to say what happened, because it's complicated, but I just don't think I can do it again.

I love baking, but the environment of professional kitchens...I can't handle them anymore. I used to be able to. People say you get used to things as you get older, but the opposite seems to be true for me. I feel more sensitive than ever. I feel raw, like anything that even slightly touches me will sting. I can't put up with raised voices anymore.

H tells me to show myself kindness. I was in a heap yesterday, and he was so sweet to me. I think he's right, about the career thing. Baking feels like the only thing I'm good at, but once upon a time, I wanted to do so much...I had such big dreams. I settled into baking because I'm good at it, and I like making people happy. When I bake for people and see their reactions, it fills my heart with joy. So, I thought, hey, why not make this my career? Nothing else has panned out for me, and I seem to work best in the service of others.

H went to school for computer science. He landed a great job that he feels fine about. It isn't his passion, but he likes what he does, and it gives him enough space to work on his actual passion projects in the meantime. You should see the things this man makes...his MIND, I swear to you, it's AMAZING. He's got this amazing mixture of creativity and practicality...he breathes life into the worlds he creates. It's one of the things I first loved about him, back when we were both eighteen. He told me stories that I thought were already published, they were so good and well-rounded.

I used to be a writer. It used to be my dream. When I was a kid, I wrote every single day. I filled notebooks with stories, world building, characters...my dream was to draw comics. Remember how I wrote about how I was being bullied? I left a notebook on my desk one day by accident. My bullies read it, and humiliated me. Even the teachers made fun of me. They tore out pages from it, and the teacher there at the time threw the rest out in the trash.

I still wrote, but only in secret. Only at home, and even then, I was careful, because my parents went through my things. I went through insane measures to hide everything. At some point, it became exhausting.

A few years ago, I started writing again...but I never show anything to anyone. Except H. Sometimes.

I still have this stupid dream of making comics. I've written out scripts, ideas, plots...my art skills aren't great. I used to practice.

I've thought about getting back into it. For real. Drawing every day. Practicing anatomy, perspective, shading. I just get so sad. I imagine hoards of people tearing my work to shreds.

I know, I know. I know how this sounds. Trust me, I've viewed these feelings from more angles than I'm writing down.

I just...need something.

I might do what H did. Get my certificate in something that lets me work remote...dedicate myself to my hobbies in my free time. It would take a while to accomplish, but the time will pass anyways, right? I just don't think what I'm doing is sustainable. I keep being scared I'm too old, but I'm only 27. That's so young, in the grand scheme of things. That's what my step-dad told me a while back.

"You feel like you're spinning your wheels in the mud, don't you?" He said to me. "I felt the same way at your age. Hell, I felt the same way in my 30s. You just gotta keep at it."

It's pretty encouraging. Comforting, I guess.

Fuck. It feels so good to write here. I have nobody else to talk to. I've got H, obviously, but it isn't healthy to dump everything on your spouse constantly. I've got a therapist, who...I'm still getting comfortable with. I've got my mom, now, too...she figured out something was wrong when I went silent again. I'm glad she reached out. The two of us used to have a pretty bad relationship, but she came a long way in my 20s, and put in a lot of work to repair things. I respect that. I appreciate it. There were so many times in my teen years and early 20s when I needed her...it's nice to have her now.

Hey, that's three people! Three people, and this blog. Maybe it isn't so bad. Ugh. I think it'll all be okay. I've just got a lot of big feelings.

#journal

[cathriana]

So, after much consideration, I decided to give a shot at Nanowrimo this year, except I'm not.

Basically, since I'm still in the worldbuilding phase, the amount of work I pour into my project doesn't necessarily translate into words, so it's not going to be the 50 000 words mark that is going to be my mark. The aim this month is to complete this map :

This is the map of the Empire, which you may not have seen me talk about in the past. This is where the main story takes place and I've overalled part of its geography and most importantly, switched to a better PC that can handle a map 10 times bigger and more precise than what I was working with before.

Problem is, that change of scale pretty much fucked up what I had done with the previous one, so I have to start back from the beginning, with the placement of the cities, the delimitations between duchies, as well as some cultural overall since some climates got completely changed. Thus, my goal for that month, is to get get back remake everything that was lost, and more : by the end of this month, I hope to have :

placed every cities and keeps of importance (about 300 in the previous version and I expect many more in this new one thanks to the added detail)

Named each of those cities, accordingly with the local language, which I have yet to really work on outside of their "vibe" (7 non-english languages, but luckily inventing toponymy isn't too hard)

Established a quick lore for each location, with more lore the bigger the location gets : who built it, when, why, what's its current importance, quick description, maybe even a little sketch if it's really important (that is, if I can draw something decent and I can't draw for shit) or at least pictural references (that's why you can see me reblog things with "something-something reference".)

Same thing for the duchies : delimitate 'em, name 'em, determine who rules and/or ruled 'em etc... (about 200 in the previous version, luckily this number shouldn't move too much in the rework)

If by the end of this month I manage to do all that, I'll call that a resounding success, though I do doubt I can pull it off in one month, I doubt a year would even suffice, but who cares, defenitly not me : the objective of the Nanowrimo is to get shit done.

So prepare youself for a heap of random screenshots and detailed histories of a 2000 soul fishing town that has 0 plot relevance and hails from a world you know nothing of, because I count on posting everything I do here : time to finally turn this writing blog into a blog that's actually about writing. If at any point you have questions, curiosities or whatever, don't hesitate, and if to the contrary I'm clogging your dash with those, feel free to block #cat writes.

Wish me luck, and good wishes to anyone who does Nanowrimo as well !

#nanowrimo #nano 2023 #cat writes #writing #worldbuilding #nanowrimo 2023

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

a discussion of jabberwock with team interaction hcs + deeper nash analysis

for anon who asked "Can we get some headcanons for jabberwock members or like headcanons when they're together? (its okay if it was jason or nash only)" and made me realise it's about time i get these guys' personalities down

note before we start: cause i didn't know their names until i wrote this

zack is the bald one, allen is the one with a headband, nick is the other white guy apart from nash.

team hcs

nick gets bullied for being under 6ft, but not by jason

nah good old jason teases all of them for being short fucks, emphasising that they’re all 5ft tall in comparison to him

he 100% lifts things out of the others' reach and then laughs for ages after when they try get them

unfortunately though, they’re all used to this and now just ignore him. either that or nash stares at him so intensely jason actually repents and hands it back

zack’s another one with a very good glare, but he’s used it too often on jason and it’s since stopped working.

also jason gives me ‘straightens his back as much as possible when getting measured so he’ll measure in as 7ft’ vibes

oh and he thinks he could wrestle a gator and win. i’ve got no explanation for that except for the fact you can't tell me it's ooc.

allen’s very protective over his white headband - it’s his lucky item - but he’d never let anyone know that

he’s confident in his abilities like the rest of them, but there’s nothing wrong with wearing a headband just in case

(nash knows anyway)

they watch nba matches together and do not shut up once throughout the entire match - lots of jeering, booing each other if someone criticises a player they like, lots of “i could do that”, lots of “get your fucking hand out of my popcorn do you want me to punch you in the face” etc

they used to all live together, but nash has since moved out. he was sick and tired of trying to make people do chores, as the only one who kept their room clean.

yeah the others’ house looks like a heap of trash but also very much “where’s my toothbrush?” “it’s in the third coke can by the orange peel behind the sink” *silence* “yeah thanks” *a minute later* “who the fuck has been using my toothbrush”

they’re all “bro your dribbling sucks why are you on this team loser” to one another, but also very protective (aka arrogant for one another) if anyone else Dared to criticise one of their teammates

then again, what kind of person would criticise jabberwock

half of the time he spends with jabberwock, nash is a Single Mother TM trying to get a bunch of man children to behave; the other half of the time, he's just as bad as the rest of them

i talk about this a lot but i get the feeling nash is an exceptionally hard worker, but at least he gets to let his hair down around his teammates sometimes

nash is also the only person jason thought was truly ‘strong’ at first sight

and nash is also the only person who can beat jason in a fight, and also the only person who can get nash to train, and also the only person who can.. [etc. you see my point].

(n.b jason calls himself the ‘almighty me’, nash says that ‘even god can’t beat me’. point made.)

you know how jason silver’s motto is “I have never thought”

imagine him proudly stating that, before zack adds with a straight face, “yeah cause nash does it for you.”

in short, the team would fall apart without nash.

although the team’s communication and coordination is very fine tuned, nash is the guy who keeps everything in order off the court to prevent what is essentially a team of aces ('main characters', if you will) from falling apart

they hang out together a lot, but do all have other friend groups that do not overlap

team bbqs

unofficial rule not to criticise anchovies on pizza because the one time nick did, nash snapped

however pineapple on pizza is fair game, even though zack quite likes it

more than once, jason has brought a girl home and nick has stolen her attention away with effortless trick shots, funky ball manoeuvring etc

more than once nick has had to trek to nash’s place (with a black eye) at midnight to have somewhere to sleep

do you see a correlation?

oh and everyone in the team has been walked in on by nash when they were naked with some girl

nash has absolutely no shame

he apologises to the girl with a charming albeit insincere tone, and then remains standing in front of the bed/couch until his teammate does what he expected of them

usually it involves not having come to practice

allen learnt a few (emphasis on ‘few’) words of japanese before they travelled to japan and was disappointed that he never got to use them

that said, one of those words was hentai

and now a quick analysis of some panels

a) so there's at least one player who wasn't underestimating vorpal swords. if i were to overanalyse, i'd add that nick's wearing a hoodie (possibly athletic wear) whilst nash has a 'fancy' shirt on; perhaps nick wasn't expecting them to be going to host clubs instead of chilling/training?

b) i know what you're thinking: "how can you say nash is a hard worker when he didn't want to practice for the match". i reckon he was still pretty high on the complete and utter success of their previous match, that plus being around girls, encouraged him to have a more 'jason-y' personality. (either that or fujimaki didn't want to add too much depth/realism into nash's character bc he's unequivocally the villain, right? and obviously this helps with the plot and the jabberwock bad geniuses gom good geniuses rhetoric.)

earlier, i mentioned how nash is the only one that could keep the team together, and is thus the undeniable head of the team; here's a clear example. you can see both jason and zack have no interest in continuing - if anything, there's disgust in their faces, kinda just saying "we spat on all of japan, now we can go home". whereas nash won't allow for the slightest of possibilities that there might exist a team stronger than them, and hence agrees to the match. the key thing here is that the others do as he says without too much fuss.

another thing to note is nash's reference to harakiri. now what can we make of that, alongside his proficiency in japanese, in relation to his character? the way i see it, he's either a weeb or possibly has some japanese lineage. (you could spin that even further and say his mother was japanese, taught him the language, then abandoned him, and hence his almost excessive hatred/mockery of the japanese people.) (is that why he wanted to do another match in japan..?)

just a quick point. "thanks to him" - jason isn't so superior as to think that he could win this match effortlessly without nash's support. links pretty nicely with my earlier idea about how nash is the only person jason has always considered 100% strong.

yet another point about how nash is the strongest of the team in pretty much every way you can think of. you know how scary/powerful you have to be to shut jason up (after he's getting real pissed from being prevented from scoring?)

i personally think this is a pretty important panel, though i've never seen anyone mention it before. did nash grow up training in a professional basketball training situation, as opposed to growing up playing streetball like i suspect the others did? well, to answer that question, imma bring in another panel.

here we see visible rage on nick, zack and jason's faces - they can't accept their loss, which is fair enough. but i'd argue that nash's face seems to depict sadness more than it does anger like to rest of them, look at how downturned his mouth is - and he's looking away from the 'camera', as if hiding his shame.

when you combine that with what he says here, i have no doubt that this is someone who has experienced some proper lows in basketball - as would be expected from someone who's played 'properly'. he's possibly not even a prodigy like the rest of them - compare jason's motto with his. "i have never thought" versus "do not suppose opportunity will knock twice at your door".

there's various lines of thinking you could design with this - he might have been trained by alex (hence, himuro having heard of jabberwock, though he should have known of a team as popular of jabberwock regardless), he might have grown up with professional basketballer parents etc. but here's my own little theory:

nash received serious basketball training from early on - maybe because his parents were living vicariously through him, or maybe he always loved the sport and wanted to be no1. so there he was training away, but, as he grew older, it started getting all a bit too much.

he didn't want to dedicate his entire life to basketball. after all, his hobby is water sports and his speciality is boxing; that's a lot of different things to be keeping up with, whereas the pipeline for promising athletes demands people focus solely on basketball. as a result, nash become bitter: stopped attending practice regularly, got in trouble for trash talk of increasing severity, etc.

result was he was kicked out of the program.

only when he was no longer playing basketball again, did he realise how much he missed it. and hence he got into streetball, where he was tremendously successful as someone with so much training, 'elite skills', and the overly confident attitude to boot.

then, one fateful day, he met jason and the rest is history.

#jabberwock deserved some love and they got it! #i wasted too much time on this but happy jabberwock sunday everyone #but i did like rereading extra game #it's all about those little details man #jabberwock #allen #zack #nick #nash gold jr #jason silver #knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke #kirisaki daichi scenarios #hcs #headcanons #extra game #knb extra game #imagines #scenarios #manga panels #mangacaps #character analysis #team interactions

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Rewind (Part 7): Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

synopsis: the past comes back in more ways than one.

wc: 1.3k

tw: NSFW

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"Hey, y/n! Want to go out and get drinks with us?"

You take out your earbuds and shake your head at your co-worker, smiling.

"Thanks, Yuri, but I have a lot of work to catch up on." Yuri waves at you before leaving with a gaggle of your other co-workers, and you stay behind, placing your earbud in again.

Despite the entire company being a television-focused arena, you've been tasked with being the music correspondent. It's a fluffed-up title for someone who listens to music and rates the newest albums, but you get to do it under a pseudonym, just in case South is watching for you on the internet.

And since the company is far enough outside of the city for anyone to recognize you without makeup on, you blend right in with the other workers, not drawing too much attention to yourself while you earn a decent wage and go home to an empty apartment in the evenings. It's not all bad, you reason. It's enough to keep you afloat and make your life your own.

But sometimes, you think about Keizo.

You flip around your new phone at night and pray he would find your new number like he found the old one and call. Or maybe he'd show up at the station at the behest of Mrs. Sano, and sweep you off your feet again. The weeks go by, however, and you hear nothing, see nothing, say nothing.

After a while, you're convinced that no one is coming for you in this new place. You've severed all ties with the past, and now you have o make a way forward on your own.

Except...

A certain reporter keeps calling your phone for updates.

"Are you enjoying your new job?" Takemichi asks innocently.

"I am," you reply, yawning. "It's a good place to be."

"Where do you work now? What are you doing?"

"I can't say," you answer, grimacing. "Y'know, because of--"

"South." Takemichi pauses. "I've been hearing from Benkei lately. He's trying to get through to you." Your heart skips a beat.

"Really?" Takemichi must hear the hope in your voice because he immediately responds.

"Yeah," he laughs. "It's funny because until now, you hadn't been answering my phone calls."

"My mistake," you offer, chuckling. "I forgot to tell you I moved into an apartment when I got the new job. The motel's phone has probably been ringing off the hook since I left."

"It has... It has." Another long pause. "So... should I give him your number?" You hesitate. Should you go down that path again? If you do, it would be fraught with hiding from South and maybe even moving again in order to keep yourself safe. "If it makes you feel any better," Takemichi begins slowly. "I heard there's a lawsuit in the works."

"From who?"

"From Kakucho Hitto. He's suing South along with five other plaintiffs to get money owed and to break their contracts with him. Your article did a huge number of the artists left in Tenjiku." How had you not heard of this? You'd been in the music scene all this time and--

"When are they making this public?"

"In a week."

You think long and hard before answering. "Can you also get me in contact with Kakucho? I would like to speak with him, too."

"Done deal."

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Your phone rings in the middle of the night, waking you from your uneasy slumber.

"Hello?" you breathe into the phone, not even bothering to look at the caller ID.

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" You shoot up in the bed, gasping.

"Keizo..." Your breath hitches in your throat as you hold back a sob, scootching back to the headboard of your bed while thinking of something else to say.

"Tell me where you are. I need to see you."

I need to see you.

You mutter your address to the man on the other line, then quickly prepare yourself for his arrival. Though your meager apartment is bare-bones, you try to straighten things up, working around the kitchen and bedroom to put away stray items and dispose of the various takeout containers.

You want everything to look perfect like you're fine, and nothing is wrong.

Everything's fine.

The sound of someone knocking on your door brings you back to the present moment, and you shove the clothes in your hamper down before pushing them inside the closet and shutting the doors.

"Coming." You check through the peephole, then steady yourself, inhaling deeply as you pull the door open.

When you see Keizo's face, everything in you that wanted to pretend like everything was fine begins to waver. You both stand opposite each other, taking in the other's appearance with quick glances and assessing eyes. Keizo looks tired. His grey eyes are sad and listless, and you're sure you look tired, too. You feel tired.

But before you can open your mouth to invite him inside, Keizo embraces you, pulling you close to his chest and hugging you as tightly as he can. You immediately return the hug, inhaling his comforting scent and feeling tears prick at your eyes.

"I'm never letting you out of my sight again," Keizo murmurs in your ear. "Not until that bastard is six feet under the ground."

Just got the keys to the mansion

Something in your mind clicks. You pull back from Keizo and look him in the eye, pressing both hands to his cheeks.

"Tell me you didn't harm South." Keizo's eyes change from tearful to slightly serious. "Tell me that wasn't you."

"I can't lie to you," he answers gently. Keizo leans forward, pressing his forehead to yours. "I want to be with you and put him aside for now."

You grab his hands and look at the small scars healing on his knuckles, smoothing your thumb over the raised ridges.

"Why?" you whisper softly.

"You know why." Keizo takes one of his hands and tilts your chin up. "I'd do anything for you." When he leans forward to kiss you, it's in that moment you know two things:

1. You're wholly invested in whatever connection you have with Keizo, and

2. You'd be playing a dangerous game to tell him anything that wasn't already in the article.

As you stumble into the bedroom, you find yourself under some sort of spell that's captivated you since you met Keizo. "Come back home with me," he whispers in your ear as his hands roam over your naked flesh. "I'll protect you."

"I want to," you whine, spreading your legs for him. "I want you to." Keizo doesn't say anything in response, fingers beginning to move again around your curves and toward your core. You flinch when he touches your pussy, despite being drenched and eager for him.

"South will pay for every time he touched you," he rumbles, playing in your slick with gentle fingers. "For every time he hurt you."

"Keizo, please," you whimper, and his eyes flick up to yours.

"Please what?"

"Please..." you repeat, gripping his upper arms. "Please." Tears run down the sides of your face rapidly, and Keizo removes his hand from you, shushing you as he wipes your tears away with his clean hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he chants softly. "I'm sorry." Kisses dot your cheeks and neck, and Keizo nestles his face into the crook of your neck before sighing. "I've been losing my mind without you. I know I need to take things slow, I do. I'm just trying to..." He struggles with his words. "I just want you to feel good."

"Then just hold me."

It breaks his heart the way you say it, like a wounded animal, but he pulls you close, holding you as he whispers,

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

#keizo arashi x reader #keizo arashi #keizo arashi smut #arashi keizo x reader #benkei tokyo revengers #benkei x reader #benkei smut #Spotify

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Technoblade except, entirely separately from anything else that's wrong with him, tends to sleepwalk sometimes and despite this being an entirely unrelated trait of his, sometimes Chat can become active while he's sleepwalking and they can't exactly *control* him but they can kind of *influence* him probably just to a point of like "grab That Thing" and he'll grab something but it may not be what they were aiming for, "go On Stairs" but it's his body's autopilot that decides whether they're going Up or Down or just Standing There, that sort of thing Oh maybe only when he's sleeping *outside* of hibernation times? like hibernating is the time when he's safe from all this nonsense so anyone who spends an extended time Around when he's sleeping will occasionally see him doing just vaguely odd stuff, while mumbling either random things or whatever Chat's saying (at the moment I cannot actually think of any ways to make this whumpy but believe me I am working on it also I just discovered I can make italics happen in this thing??)

I can think of a few ways to make it angsty/whumpy for sure but I’ll refrain, we can have some fluff for a change <3 as a treat

When Techno sleepwalks it turns into one of those “Twitch plays” streams so all the voices can try to sway him in a direction but it’s usually so chaotic nothing much happens, they’d have to work together a bit to get him to do stuff. And even then it’s more of a vague influence thing. As we know, Chat can be right bastards but they’re very concerned for Techno’s well-being (and also if something bad happens to him they’d kinda be dead too lmao) so they’re very helpful generally

They might play some pranks on awake!techno, like he wakes up and there’s just a giant heap of golden ingots at the foot of his bed and he has no idea why they’re there

#asks #technoblade #thoughts #and yeah hibernation would be a too deep sleep for him to sleepwalk to he's gucchi when that happens

[chaos-has-theories]

MARCIA SIBLINGS AU I can't remember how it was in the old version but in the new and improved 2023 version she is the youngest child <3 she has 2 older siblings one sister and one vaguely genderless individual and they r twins <3 they're like 6-7 yrs older than her and both were super supportive of her learning magyk and helped her hide it from their parents. They got found out rlly quickly unfortunately and when marcia was 8 her siblings got into a massive fight w their parents and took her and left. They move into the same room in the ramblings Marcia stays in when she's a Hopeful/apprentice in canon (next to the heaps) and her sister is bffs with silas and marcia thinks silas is So Cool bc he's older and rlly likes magyk. Her siblings try and talk to her abt magyk but they don't rlly care abt it all that much so silas is her Favourite Person right after her magyk teacher at school. Her sister works at the manuscriptorium and her sibling tailors clothes for ppl. Btw. She becomes a Hopeful the same as canon except she's just staying at home she's not dramatically moved out like she did in canon. Right up until silas quits his apprenticeship and eventually she gets the offer and ofc she accepts. But silas quit bc of the draw and the darke week and he told her siblings abt it and so when she comes home with the news they're all like oh well maybe u actually shouldn't do this, maybe u should think abt it. And she takes massive offence and everything escalates and she leaves home to live in the wizard tower and doesn't talk to her siblings again for almost her entire apprenticeship (she sees them a few times and they try and talk and she brushes them off bc she's still upset) and it's when alther+the queen die that they rlly desperately try and get in contact. And this is the major change from canon bc she actually lets them and after they explain why they said what they did and everyone apologises for being kind of shitty, they r once again a family <3 and marcia is not. Having to take on the responsibility of being eow all on her own and actually has time to grieve and process and eventually somewhat heal. And she can't take down the custodian (I am taking what marcia says in magyk v seriously) but she does sort of. Funnel kids out of the ya. Every single kid that is sent to guard the wizard tower ends up disappearing and eventually it's basically known among the kids as a death sentence. Jenna gets found out much sooner bc the custodians were investigating ppl Marcia might be close to/consider trustworthy and its v well known that her sister is besties w silas heap. The guy who has a daughter who looks exactly like every princess ever. And so the events of magyk happen earlier and teeny tiny 412 is outside the tower bc he acted out after losing 409 and he is Terrified. And I'm head empty on exactly what happens but I think he doesn't officially get adopted or apprenticed or anything bc. Even marcia can't justify making a 7 yr old an ExtraOrdinary Apprentice. But he just sort of lives in the wizard tower and marcias siblings homes and the heap room and the palace. Everyone is happy and nothing bad happens the end <3

OUGH OUGH I love this *cries*

families...... overresponsible siblings............ tiny 412.... Marcia Silas hero worship. UGH

#septimus heap #sep.jpeg #siblings au! unearthed for u